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Title: A lovely Surprise by Hidden Heart Tags: Leopard, M/F, No-Yiff, Panther, Plot Development Orao and Lamika spent a lot of time together and Orao thought it was time to move to the next step. Lamika would often spend the night and Orao would visit her at the courthouse. This just didn't seem like enough for Orao though. He wanted to take care of Lamika and sleep by her side every evening. He wanted to cook for her in the evening and wait for her to come home to him. In short he wanted Lamika to move into the loft with him. He thought about it and wondered. They had only been together for a little over four months and he wasn't sure if he wanted to pop a question like this on her. Orao new Lamika loved him but did she want to lie next to him every evening and awake next to him every morning. All he could do is wonder. Lamika could tell something bothered him but their were no clues as to what it was. Orao got lucky when he got an inside tip on a company. Orao made a fortune in investing and he now had more wealth that he could ever need. Now it was time he thought, I'll ask her when we go out to celebrate. Orao arranged another dinner at Shay Purr and they went down that evening to celebrate. Lamika ate while her thoughts ran rapid in her mind. She new that he was going to ask her something but didn't know what it was. Could he be thinking of marriage she thought suddenly chocking on a piece of meat? Orao went to her side immediately to see if she was ok and she regained her self quickly. Lamika excused herself and went into the bathroom. She starred at herself in the mirror if he asked she would have to say no, that is to say she would need to wait till a better time in her career for that. She loved him deeply and had seen other relationships fail on a faulted proposal. No she thought I would not lose Orao, even if it meant quitting her job to be with him. Nothing would get in the way of them being together. Lamika came back and sat down at the table. Orao decided it was time. "Lamika I have something I want you to consider for me," he said nervously, "Please just hear me out before you say anything." "Now that I'm rich I plan on staying home so that I can follow my other interests and I want to take care of things and feel like I'm making a difference in the life of the women I love," he said as her eyes widened and a look of suspense flowed onto her face. Lamika put her paw on Orao's, "I promise I won't be angry, after all I love you more than anything or anyone in the world ever could, so go ahead and ask what you want of me," Lamika assured him. Orao felt a little better, "So well here it is, I want you to move in with me," a look of relief warmed over her as she got up. "I love you, I would love to move in with you," Lamika said as she hugged him. Orao and Lamika smiled at each other and kissed as they passionately embraced. Orao was thrilled that she took it so well not realizing what she had been thinking and worrying about only a few minutes earlier. They danced for a while and finally went back to Orao's soon to be their home. Orao had all of her things brought to his loft the next day and supervised the decorating and reconstruction of the loft to make her more comfortable in her new surroundings. Orao was going to leave no chance of her being uncomfortable in their home. Orao quit his work as a stockbroker only keeping his friends and himself as clients. He continued to make money for his friends and himself and in return he got favors that made him more comfortable. Lamika loved moving into the loft and he had taken every precaution so she would be happy. Nothing could equal the love and dedication he had shown her. Lamika loved living with Orao in the spacious loft. She loved to go to sleep by his side every evening; she loved to awaken next to Orao every morning. Lamika loved how he was waiting for her every afternoon with a hot meal just for her. It felt wonderful the way her being around him made everything better. She only wondered if he would be happy like this forever and what she could do to prove her love to him the way he proved it to her. Orao was thrilled to spend every waking moment dedicating his very essence to her happiness. Lamika was happy for three months before something just didn't seem right anymore. She felt like she didn't express how much she loved him and instinctively he new something was wrong. Orao was not completely aware of her uncertainty but he did want to know what it was. One evening they sat to eat and Orao decided for better or worse he needed to know. "Honey, are you unhappy?" he said, his voice low and deep. "No! No! I love you I've just been feeling like I don't make you happy," she said as she stood up suddenly. He stood up and hugged Lamika, "I will live my life serving your happiness until the day I die," a tear fell from his cheek, "I do what I do and live the way I live because I choose it this way and I have never once regretted it." Lamika cried, "I love you so much and I don't know how I can show it, you've done so much for me and I feel like theirs nothing I can do for you." "Your doing it right now," he whispered to her as a smile came to his face, "You return the love I have for you and nothing could make me happier than that." He lifted her head and kissed her. Lamika calmed down and they finished the meal. Lamika felt better and realized what she could do for him but it required him making the first move. She wanted to accept a marriage proposal from him, she new it was just a matter of time before he would ask her. Lamika soon found out from a friend of his that Orao hadn't proposed to her because he new she might have said no and she felt ashamed for anything she ever did to instill such a fear in him. She thought back to the night she thought he might propose and almost went to tears at what she would have done to him if she had said no that night. Lamika talked to her friends at work about how to show him she would say yes if he asked and for the most part they said, "If she loved him he would figure it out." Unknown to Lamika one of her best friends was already in league with Orao to find out when she wanted to get married. Lamika's friend Jen called Orao and told him about what the girls and Lamika had been talking about that day and Orao jumped for joy. Orao already had the perfect plan and started implementing it immediately. First he diligently worked on the start of a painting. It had to be perfect and he worked long and hard slowly creating a masterpiece. Every stroke in its proper place as he tested the extent of his ability and skill. It took three weeks to paint the first stage of the painting but he didn't tire his will to strong to let him stop as he spent an eternity on every brush stroke. Lamika could tell that he was up to something but she had no idea what it was. He asked Lamika to pose for a special painting and she stood every day as he painted. He never let her see the painting, saying it would be a wonderful surprise. She had never seen him work so hard on a painting, the look on his face that of deep thought and complete concentration. For weeks she stood for him and she wondered what it was. Orao had never taken longer that a couple of days to do a painting before and she wondered what the painting was of. Orao finally finishing the painting one evening put a tarp on it and went over to Lamika. He kissed her and thanked her for posing. "So can I see the painting now," Lamika said with a look of complete curiosity. "Tomorrow night my love, after dinner I will explain everything," he smiled as he kissed her again. Lamika decided to be patient and went to bed. Orao laid out a gray suit and skirt so he knew what she would be wearing the next day before he went to bed. Orao didn't sleep that night and just lay there looking at the women he loved so much and with a deep sigh hugged her tight to his chest. He pretended to be asleep as she got up in the morning so that she wouldn't be suspicious. After Lamika left, Orao moved out of bed and started setting up everything he needed to for the perfect night. Orao started cleaning the fireplace and hung the covered painting up above it. He then proceeded to set a small dining table in front while he roasted a large turkey dinner, Lamika's favorite. An hour before he expected Lamika home he built a fire in the fireplace and lit the candles on the table. Orao then dressed in a jet-black suit with gold trim on it. A neatly folded red Handkerchief stuck out of the jacket pocket over his heart. He stood on the balcony and waited for his beloved to walk into the building. Orao saw Lamika walk into the building and he rushed back in. He put the turkey on the table and turned on his large entertainment center. Orao played a tape he had prepared for this and he listened to the romantic music flowing through the room just like their first date. Orao stood in front of the door and waited for her to open it. Lamika was surprised when she opened the door to see Orao in the suit she had bought him for his birthday. He looked handsome in the suit and she could tell he was wearing cologne. Orao picked Lamika up and she was whisked over to the table in front of the roaring fire. She listened to the music from the stereo and took a long whiff of the turkey dinner he had prepared. Lamika kissed Orao and sat at the table. They ate silently as Lamika anticipated him to reveal his surprise, the suspense and curiosity was killing her. They finished dinner and Orao put his hand on Lamika's. They stood and Orao put Lamika in front of the painting. He asked her to close her eyes. Lamika closed her eyes excited as a child waiting for a piece of candy. He removed the cover and knelt behind Lamika. He then told her to open her eyes. Lamika opened her eyes and starred at the painting, it was so life like she thought. The painting was of Orao kneeling in front of her with an open ring box in the suit he was wearing. Lamika was standing before him with a smile. All this was in front of a roaring fireplace, next to a table with lit candles. Lamika's eyes widened when she realized what it meant. Lamika closed her eyes and a tear slid down her cheek as she slowly turned around. Lamika opened her eyes and started to cry as she gazed upon Orao kneeling before her with an open ring box in his hand. A ring of unparallel beauty lay in the box, it had a large diamond surrounded by a heart shaped pattern of rubies all set in a gold band. "Please tell me you will be at my side for eternity?" he said with love in his eyes and a soft gentle voice. "Yes," Lamika answered the tears running from her eyes as she knelt down and hugged him crying in excitement. Orao allowed a tear to fall onto her shoulder as he slid the beautiful ring on his lover's finger. Orao and Lamika kissed and embraced each other passionately never wanting the feeling to end. There love was unparallel and Lamika was happy to finally show him how much she loved him.

Title: Sold-3 by Rakuen Growlithe Tags: Drugs, M/F, M/M, Non-Anthro, Oral, Pikachu, Pokemon, Tie, Vaginal, Whipping AN: Thanks to Keita for betaing this story. Chapter 3 Pyrope couldn't see anything through the thick, swirling mists that surrounded him, but as he moved forward the path ahead seemed to slowly clear until he could see open, green fields. He ran effortlessly along the ground, not feeling the pull of gravity at all, stopping only when he felt the ground start to tremble beneath his paws. He glanced round, his fur standing on end as the sky seemed to darken, changing from light to dark blue and ending finally as an angry purple covering. He shivered in fear, his ears filling with a loud, deep noise that increased in volume with the increasing instability of the world. In an instant a large 4X4 hurtled over a nearby hill, growling loudly and careening towards the scared puppy. Pyrope turned to run, his wide eyes leaping around the landscape in a vain attempt to find refuge. Despite his attempts to escape he suddenly felt sluggish and his limbs dragged through the air as like when you try to run in deep water. The car rapidly closed the distance between them, the roaring in his ears growing unbearable as the mists swept him up once again and the world grew and darker and darker... "Hey, wake up, puppy," said Pyrope's owner softly, shaking the moaning growlithe lightly. The canine blinked as he tried to get the sleep out of his eyes, his head throbbing slightly. As his nightmare faded away it was replaced by a different sort of nightmare as he saw his new owner and the two pokemon he'd been drugged into having sex with. "Good to see you're up," smiled his owner, scritching behind Pyrope's ear. Pyrope's fur quivered angrily as he was touched, the action sparking on his frustrations from the previous day. With a snarl he snapped at the man's hand. Just before his teeth closed over the hand, Randy's cheeks sparked and sent out two jolts of electricity into Pyrope. The growlithe yelped and flinched back, giving his owner a chance to pull his hand away. "Good boy, Randy," praised his trainer, "I guess our new acquisition isn't going to go as easily as I'd hoped." Randy sighed and shook his head, his eyes never leaving Pyrope as he watched attentively for any sign of an attack. "Let's go over a few basic things, puppy," stated his master, taking a short, black, leather whip from a cupboard and letting it hang down to the floor, "I'm your master. That's all you need to know about me. What you need to know about you is that you must obey me. If you don't then you're going to get punished." The lash of the whip flashed forward, striking Pyrope's left shoulder, forcing him to jump to the side, trying to lessen the blow. "Attempting to bite me is very strictly forbidden!" The whip cracked on Pyrope's skin a few more times, each time the sound echoed in the room it was joined with a subsequent yelp and a small puff of orange and black fur. Each lash struck him exactly where it was intended, driving him in a tight circle as he tried to avoid the blows. Once the whipping stopped Pyrope collapsed on the ground whimpering loudly, flinching each time his master moved, worried the pain would start again. "Stay still," instructed his master, kneeling down next to the scared puppy. He brought a potion out of his pocket and spraying it where the whip had struck the growlithe. It stung but immediately afterwards Pyrope felt a warm tingle as the injury was healed. "Now are you going to behave?" asked his master, poking him with the whip. Scared of being whipped again he nodded. This caused his master to praise him and scritch his ears gently, sending a pleasurable tingle up them. \*\*\*\*\* "You need to learn to enjoy sex, little doggy," explained his master, putting a cassette into a video machine. Pyrope was seated between Randy and Sheba on a couch, facing the TV set. It was a few hours after he'd been whipped and the day had only been him spending time with Randy and Sheba and occasionally playing a few normal games with his owner. However, once his trainer began talking about sex again, Pyrope's ears flattened. He remembered the talk of being a slut and then vaguely recalled his mating with both Sheba and Randy. He shook his head to try and get the memory out of his mind, unsure whether it had been a dream or not. The three pokemon watched the TV set as their master pressed the play button. Pyrope had no idea what was going on, having never even seen a TV before in his life, but the pikachu and furret both knew what was going to happen. They had to as they were both vital to Pyrope's reconditioning. The TV screen came to life, showing a full colour image of the room Pyrope had been kept in the previous and most of that day. He could see himself on the screen, recognising himself from his reflection, which he'd observed a couple of times, as well as Randy and Sheba. He gave an unsure meep, glancing around to make sure they were both still next to him. His nose twitched as he tried to find a scent for the on-screen pokemon, not getting anything. He watched himself take the 'sweet' from Randy and then stumble around a bit before Randy reached between his legs and Sheba pressed her cunt onto his face. "Listen to yourself," commented the man, turning the volume up higher until the moans of the three pokemon on the TV echoed loudly in the room, "You're such a slut. There you are with two partners, one a male, and you can't get enough." Pyrope's fur stood up on the back of his neck as he realised that it wasn't just a dream. He had mated with both his room mates. He didn't understand it and the fact that he was enjoying it on the tape scared him. He didn't think he could, especially not with another male. He knew what he was meant to do; only have one mate, a female, and not yiff anyone else. Pyrope's heartbeat grew faster and the puppy began to pant, the room seeming to spin slightly. He felt like he had to get away but as soon as he made an attempt to escape his master grabbed him by the leather collar that had been affixed around his neck earlier in the day. He gave a choked yelp, squirming as he struggled to pull away. "You're not allowed to leave. This is an important part of your training," explained his master. His master stood up from where he was sitting, just behind the couch and picked Pyrope up, dangling him at arms length by the collar. He whimpered and gasped, writhing helplessly as his air supply began to dwindle. He wasn't up for long before he was dropped back onto the couch. "That collar has a shock system built into it," warned his master, "All that I have to do is push one button and you'll be in as much pain as this morning. Do you understand?" Pyrope made no attempt to say whether he did or didn't but breathed out a small flame, all that he could muster in his condition, and dashed for the door. His master sighed, stepping back to avoid the flames and simultaneously taking out the collar's remote form his pocket. With his thumb he pushed down the red button. There was crack followed by a loud yelp and Pyrope stumbled off course, crashing head-first into the wall. The man reached down and picked Pyrope up from the floor, dropping the dizzy growlithe back on the couch. "I know you enjoyed it last time," commented his master, "But you were too drugged to remember it properly. Now this is your chance to feel better and remember it. And if you don't then you're going to be punished again." The man clicked his fingers and Sheba pounced onto Pyrope, rolling him onto his back and curling her long tail firmly around his chest. Pyrope yelped in surprise as the larger pokemon turned him over and wrapped him in her tail. His forelegs were pinned against his sides and she used her own forepaws to hold his hind legs still and apart. He whimpered, squirming as he struggled to get free. Once again his collar emitted a strong shock to his body, forcing his muscles to tense painfully and making him yelp loudly. "Stay still," ordered his trainer, "Don't make Sheba struggle here." (capitalise) with a tear running down his cheek Pyrope went still, whimpering softly as Sheba ducked her head between his spread legs and dragged her tongue over his furred, white sheath. Despite his lack of response at first Sheba persevered, managing to eventually cause Pyrope's sheath to begin to swell as his cock began filling with blood. Randy was still on the couch next to the two mating pokemon. He was now facing them from a reclined position, leaning against the arm rest. His small yellow paw cupping his balls, gently rolling them around, squeezing gently. As he watched the furret before him forcing herself on the growlithe, his own sheath began to fill and in very little time the pink tip of his rodent dick was poking out in the air. Once Pyrope's red cock began to slide out of it's protective covering Sheba placed her lips at the head and slid them over it, engulfing the entire length in her mouth. She curled her tongue around it tasting the trace of her own juice mixed with the pup's cum from the night before. Rapidly the taste was washed away by her eager tongue, bathing the whole length in her saliva, making it slick. The growlithe moaned despite himself as her lips slid up and down his cock bringing out strong feelings of pleasure. As he became immersed deeper in his physical desires he began to enjoy the feel of Sheba's tail wrapped around him and pinning him still. He felt warmer than usual and he began to lap at the thick, silky, striped fur of the furret's tail. When she then ceased to suck he gave a whine of genuine disappointment. Randy let his paw travel higher until he was lightly stroking his pink, rodent cock. His tail quivered as he lay his head back, sighing deeply at the tingle that began to build up in his genitals and grow ever stronger. A tap to his head by his trainer warned him not to get too excited though and Randy quickly withdrew his paw, bringing it up to his twitchy nose. Taking a long sniff of his paw, Randy savoured his own musky scent, breathing it in until it was all gone. Finally he opened his mouth and tossed in a small tablet, swallowing it down before turning his attention back to the two mating pokemon in front of him. Sheba maintained her hold on Pyrope with her tail but now climbed on top of him, pressing him down firmer with her forepaws as she positioned her cunt over the head of his cock. Her lips were red and swollen, a few beads of her juice dripping out in anticipation of mating the young growlithe. She gasped as she hilted his cock in a single motion, feeling it part her lips and sink into her depths. It wasn't the biggest cock she'd ever taken, growlithe being a fairly small pokemon, but it was the hottest. Pyrope's fire blood pulsed throughout it's length, heating it beyond that of the average pokemon. He threw his head back as his meat was gripped by the muscular hold of Sheba's muff. It's juice running down his rod and leaking over his sack, making him shiver eagerly. With Pyrope pinned down Sheba could control the speed and strength of the mating. She began slowly, making sure both of their organs were well coated with their fluids, Pyrope's cock constantly leaking pre in the manner of canines and contributing most of the lubrication. As her thrusts down onto Pyrope became easier Sheba started to pick up the pace, gripping tightly with her cunt, feeling every vein her partners dick as it pumped through her vaginal tunnel, rubbing smoothly against her nerve-filled walls. Pyrope squirmed, throwing his head back and moaning as her walls clenched around him. Each time he felt himself sinking into her tight grip he could feel the base of his cock swelling up to form his thick knot. The bulge of flesh eventually began to bump up against Sheba's nether-lips, making a spurt of their mixed sex fluids splatter out. Sheba gasped as she felt the swelling pressing roughly onto her cunt and lifted herself up off of Pyrope's twitching cock until the head rested barely within the grip of her twin, slippery lips. With a grunt she slammed her hips down against the puppy's, driving his love-pole deep into her body, causing her to climax as his knot forced its way into her cunt. She cried out loudly as the dog-type pokemon tied her while her muscular pussy spasmed tightly around his length. Her juices squirted past the knot, driven by the strong contractions and splattered the couch with the strongly-scented fluids. Howling as he felt the rippling muscles around his slick rod, Pyrope squirmed as he attempted to buck deeper into Sheba. His cock and body were both pulsing with pleasure that left his mind blank as he shot his thick cream inside Sheba. As he orgasmed his master pressed the green button on his collar's remote and the collar began to send a low power buzz of electricity into Pyrope, further heightening his pleasure until he could barely breathe he was panting so fast. Exhausted as she was Sheba made sure to pull both her and Pyrope into a comfortable position on the couch before she lay back, groaning as his dick was still locked in her body. She uncurled her tail, sliding it away from Pyrope and letting it hang down off the edge of the couch, finally closing her eyes to rest, murring softly as she felt her body entering the early stages of her heat. Seeing Pyrope now lying exposed on his back, muzzle open slightly as he panted with exhaustion, Randy got up, crawling over the white-bellied pup until he sat on his chest. "Now be a good puppy and just suck," instructed Randy softly, placing a paw on the back of Pyrope's head and bringing it forward until his cock slipped inside between Pyrope's parted lips. Pyrope was still bathing in the afterglow from his orgasm with Sheba and the pleasurable shock from his collar that he didn't even notice what was slid into his muzzle. All Pyrope noticed was a salty but pleasurable taste as Randy's dick touched against his tongue, the electric pokemon's pre cum being smeared along it. The fire puppy's tongue curled around Randy's cock, it's warm, wet surface as soft as silk and sending a shiver down the pikachu's back. Pyrope closed his lips around it, bobbing his head ever so slightly as he suckled, drinking down all the pre that began to ooze out. "Oh yeah," groaned Randy, "That's good." He leaned his head back, murring loudly as Pyrope delivered his first blow job to the mouse. The soft, drowsy movements building on Randy's excitement, which was already high from the scent of sex that hung heavy in the air. Randy took a hold of Pyrope's head, starting to buck into the hot muzzle as he began to near his peak, his breathe coming out in short gasps. His meat was now a dark red colour and throbbing hard as it waited, tensed and ready to release it's seed. With a sharp thrust Randy gasped loudly, shuddering as his orgasm shuddered through his body making everything from his ears to his tail buzz with ecstasy. Pyrope yipped with surprise as his muzzle was filled with the thick, creamy seed but he quickly gulped it down, murring at the taste that was tinged with sweetness. Unknown to him, the sweetness was an addictive drug Randy had taken just before the blow job and now it dissolved into the growlithe's blood stream, rushing to his brain and beginning to change it slightly, building a desire for the taste of cum. Still murring, Randy climbed off the fluffy, white chest of the puppy pokemon and walked wobbly to bed. The three pokemon's trainer smiled happily as he watched Sheba and Pyrope drifting off to sleep together on the couch, the scent of Sheba's heat growing quickly in the room. He flicked the lights off, locked the door and went to his own room.

Title: Chap. 2 Da Right Move by Aurco Tags: Bad Language, Character Development, Cuddling, Deep Penetration, Doggystyle, Ferret, Fighting, Fox, M/F, Teenagers CAST (so far) Niki Carts- ferret Cain Farote- fox (To come) Larkin Lynch- human Summer break was nearly over for Cain and Niki. They'd spent their whole summer getting "close." Often they would spend time at the park, it gave them a chance to get away from the city. Today was the last Saturday before school started, and they both had that day off from their jobs so they decided to go to the park one last time before school started. "I'll bring the grub if you drive" Cain had told Niki earlier in the week. "Alright sounds like a plan," she answered. Niki had been looking forward to getting a little time alone with her lover, as much time they did spend together they were never really alone. They would either be at their own homes, family in close proximity, or out on a date but with many other furs and people around. Sadly for the pair, today wasn't to be any different. They rolled up to the park; Cain got out of the car in and in a flash ran over to Niki's side "Please allow me," he gestured with a little bow as he opened her door. Niki gave a little giggle, he'd started a little lover's habit and she loved it every time. She graciously took his paw and stepped out. Basket in hand the strolled down to their favorite area of the park. No sooner had they got there than a small group of humans walked towards them. Now in their school, furs and humans got along fine, but out where this park was, however peaceful it was, there was much hostility between the two and most tried to keep separate. One of the humans crossed his arms and looked at the furry pair and commented, "Well would you look here, we got ourselves a couple of 'furgets,' I think we should show 'em the way out don't you think?" Some rather menacing chuckles and smirks filtered out of the little mob. Cain placed himself between them and Niki, ready to push back their advance if needed when from behind someone called out in a rather strange accent, "Oy, now is dis atol fair, I think not." The voice came from a human, with a rather pleased smile on his face. He was a big dude to say the least 6'3 maybe about 210 pounds. He strode up beside Cain and without actually looking at him said, "I'm thinkin da odds are a bit more in ya favor now lad." With that he took off his outer shirt, at this a few of the hostiles took a step back and with good reason. This guy was RIPPED. Biceps covered in Celtic tats, as well as up his neck and under his shirt, pecs, a six-pack of steel, all saying the same thing "wrong move bud." "Now I'd have ta say dat I find gangin up on someone is really a chicken shit ting ta do, but if dats da way ya gotta be, yall can gang up on me." Unfolding his arms, the stranger cracked his knuckles, getting loose, and stared the crowd down. Cain looked at this guy dumbfounded, was he serious, more so did he actually think that he'd let this dude have all the fun. "How about this I'll take half and u take the other half?" the fox proposed, stretching out his own neck. "But laddy ya got dat der lass ta look aftar, but if ya like I save a few for ya, now if der is any one dat goes near ya and your sweetie, I sugges you take der Fuckin head off cause if I get a hold of em, well I don't gotta say more do I," the man said with a grin. At this, the aggressors had heard enough insults and one of them charged while the stranger had his back turned, but he heard the attacker coming and turned just in time to have the guys fist impact his lower jaw. The attacker stood there poised for action. "Now ya see dats anoder ting I hate bout people like ya selves, here I am tryin ta have a decent conversation with this couple, and ya have ta go an do somtin stupid like dat," he grinned his mouth red with blood. He turned and spat, "Now I'm not da one who likes da taste of his own blood, nor see'n it, you on da oder hand wont be see'in it or for that matter, anything for a while after I'm done wit ya." In a lightning fast movement, the stranger threw a hard right upper cut to the attacker's jaw, sending his body reeling backwards an inch, only to be caught by that same fist and pulled back in to its counterparts elbow. After being let go for a moment, the attacker felt woozy, dazed, then he couldn't breath. He hadn't even felt it hit, as he looked down a large hand was wedged in his stomach. The last thing he saw, bent over as he was, a knee coming toward his face, then red followed by nothing at all. \*He'd wake up a week later in a hospital bed with no clue where, who, or what he was\* As the others saw this go down, it only fueled the fire and they all charged at once. The first to go down was struck with a single kick to the head, some of the others soon followed suit. Two of these "furists" had decided to head for the couple to the side. Now these two weren't the brightest bulbs in the box, as a matter of fact they had been duds since day one. "I'll go left, you go right," one of the attacker said looking at his partner. They looked back towards their target only to see Cain running at them, arms out stretched and CRACK!!! They went head over heels literally as they were hit by the two furry fists. One landed on his head, knocking him unconscious, the other landing on his back, in a dizzy fit and tried to get back up. The single attacker got his bearings; though his vision was blurry he could still see a red figure moving towards him. Before he was able to pull himself all the way up, he was rocketed back again, from a knee on his throat. Cain bent down to the semi-conscious attacker and whispered in his ear, "Your God damned lucky you never laid a hand on her or I'd have torn your mother-fuckin throat out." He had said it in a whisper, barely audible, but even with his mind nearly blank the attacker heard EVERY word. With that Cain removed his knee and came back down with a backhand to his head, putting him down once and for all. Cain felt someone behind him, in all of his adrenaline driven fury he swung blindly at the figure. His attack however was cut short, caught in the hand of the stranger. The guy chuckled softly. "Careful now, dat would be a wrong move," he said releasing Cain's fist. "Um... thanks for the help, I don't think I could have fought all of them off and protect Niki," Cain paused and his mind caught up with the rest of him, "Oh shit! Niki are you alright?" he ran over to his mate, his love, and his "savior." Shacking slightly Niki nodded, "I'm fine, I just need to know are you alright?" "I will be as soon as this scum is behind bars," the fox replied, looking back at the would-be attackers. Niki in Cain's embraced and walked over to stranger, who now was putting his shirt back on. The ferret smiled and said, "I can't tell you how much we appreciate what you've done for us, my name is Niki Carts and this is Cain." He looked up and replied, "Niki was it? Well it was no trouble 'tall, and Cain, Cain..." "Farote, Cain Farote and you are?" "Me, I'm da one dat saved your ass, but ya can call me Larkin, Larkin Lynch, though some jus call me Lair, its up ta ya," the human replied, licking some of the blood off his lower lip. "Where exactly are you from Larkin? You sound like you're a mix between Irish and... well something else," Cain asked, looking at Larkin with interest. He sighed, "Well, I was born in Ireland, an me Da is native der as well, but me ma... she's a mix of da world. She's got an even crazier accent dan mine. So I guess you could say I'm Irish but only half." His eyes gazed at the two for a moment, "Well I best be off now, oh an by da way what school ya go ta... I'm gona be going ta Endays High dis year." Cain looked at him questioningly, "You going to high school?! How old are you bud?" "I'm twenty three, an my reasons are my own, so I'll be thankin ya for not askin why." Cain glared for only a moment, "Well we go there to, so I guess well be see'in you there." "I guess ya will, ya two take care now," he started to walk away but Niki stepped in front of him. "I still can thank you enough, I hope to see you in class some time Lar" she stuck out her paw to offer a shake. Lar tensed as her hand went up almost taking a step back, something in his eyes, a pain, a worry. "What's the matter, afraid of girls or somthin?" Niki asked, in a non-offensive tone. Lar looked at her out stretched paw then at her, then back to her paw. "No, no I... I... I gotta go," and with that he bolted past Niki to the parking lot. When he was gone Cain looked to Niki. "Well there goes a perfectly good day, what do you wana do now?" Niki glanced back at Cain for a second then back to the direction that Lar had run in. "I don't know, but you know he reminds me of someone I used to know," looking back at Cain. A small smile played across her lips. School started with its normal groans and whines. This year both Cain and Niki were both seniors. "Finally we are at the finish line," Niki squealed in excitement, Cain mock frowned. "What are you talking about the year just started?!" he chuckled as she crossed her arms and made the cutest little pout you've ever seen. "Well you know what I mean," she replied, giving him a playful shove, "this is the last year well have to come here. Also, we're the top dogs this year. The-" Cain cut her off, "The top Fox and Ferret you mean." Again she put on that same pout, it drove Cain wild he loved it when she did that. He would do anything for her when she did that. (not that he wouldn't if she didn't) After the first day of new introductions, new teachers, new peps, new furs, the two were headed to his car when a familiar voice called them. "OY, FAROTE!" Cain looked up, and saw that it was Lar, but he already knew that no one else spoke like he did. "Hey Lar how are you doin', and why'd you run off when I tried to shake your hand?" Niki asked. He scuffed his feet for a moment looking down, like he was embarrassed. "Uum well its like I said, I had ta go," not much of an answer but Niki let it go, for now, "Ok, did you need something or just a talk," she winked at Cain. "Well I was wonderin' if ya dohn' mind, ya see I had ta walk here taday an, Oh God damn it!" the man threw his arms into the air, "Ok I need a ride, I ain't got no mode of transport an it's a long walk back. I uhh, I got a job to and bein' late isn't really looked well upon." with no (REAL) fur covering his face his bright red blush was clear as day. "Well its not my car, you'll have to ask Niki," Cain answered and looked to Niki. The ferret smiled and replied, "Hey no problem bud, anything to repay you for what you did for us." Now Cain was defiantly not an expert at this, but he could tell that Lar was hiding some thing deep inside him, "but how'd you get from school to your job last year?" Cain added with some interest. "I lived right near my job, an it was an easy walk from Elnar." Niki jerked her head at the mention of this school, she'd been there one year, it had one of the countries worst problems with anti-fur, and fur groups. "This might be an issue," she thought "Oh, ok then where's your house? We live pretty far from the school too, you might even be before us," Cain said pointing in the general direction of where their houses where. "Actually I was hopin' ya could drop me off at me job, that is a bit closer den my house. Its in da little shopin center near old pine road, I work at Black Inc, ya know da tattoo shop?" Cain and Niki exchanged glances, they had seen it before and as a matter of fact they had been thinking about getting each other's name done on their forearms underneath. The fox nodded, "Yep, I think we can manage that, you wont mind sitting in the back would ya?" gesturing behind Niki's seat. "Not at all, an thank ya, its much appreciated," he sighed, thankful as to that they didn't dwell into why he didn't go to his old school anymore. They drove him to his job, dropped him off and thanked him again, but they were quick to leave, they had other things on their minds. Being that the two lovers never got to "be" with each other that day at the park, they were both very... on edge for the events to cum... err come. "I can't believe that your parents are leaving for the week," Cain commented and thought for a moment, "Actually, what surprises me is that they're letting you stay alone," he added, watching with more than just surprise in his eyes. "Well I won't really be alone will I," she winked at him seductively, "They said they could trust me not to do anything they wouldn't do, and being that I'm here I don't think I'll be breaking that trust," she giggled. Cain reached over to rub her cheek; he had found she almost liked that as much as she liked his kisses. They pulled up to Niki's driveway and as always Cain rushed to her door and put out his paw "Please allow me miss," he said with his paw gesturing. Niki giggled as Cain took her paw in his. Once inside; both of them still clinging to each other, Niki pulled Cain into what he guessed was the living room. He'd never been to her house before; he was always worried about what her parents would think of him. She sat him down on the couch with a sort of mock shove. She straddled his waist, his stiffness rubbed against her. (She had worn a skirt today for just such a reason) He could already feel her moistness through her black silken panties and his pants. Arms around his neck, she pulled him into a deep passionate kiss, their tongues mingled inside each other's maws. It was like their first kiss all over again. Her mound soaking his increasingly stiffening member, he could feel her warmth, so welcoming. He COULD NOT take it anymore. Within moments the two were as bare as the day they were born, of course more fur. Cain took her by the waist, positioned her like they were before. He felt awkward though, he didn't have a condom. Almost reading his mind Niki said, "Cain don't worry, I just went through my cycle; there's not a thing to worry about, now please put it in me, please I want it in me, I need it." Moaning, Niki rolled her hips in an attempt to impale herself on his member. Cain took Niki in his arms, positioned her over him and granted her wish. She felt so good as he slid his cock into her. She pulled herself to his chest, her bare breasts rubbing against him. "Oh god yes, oh yes its been so long, oh Cain I love you!" she moaned loudly in a fit of lust, Cain still moving her agonizingly slow, up an down his shaft. Cain grunted, "I... love huh... you to Niki... with all my heart, forever." The fox took his hand to her lower stomach. He slowly sped up, using his grip to push deeper into her, soon Cain was nearly slamming her down on his cock. "Cain... Cain I... I feel so good, you feel so good inside me!" Cain forced himself to slow down. Niki gasped as she felt herself stop "Cain huh huh... what's wrong?" almost a whine. "Nothing, I just think you might enjoy this way more," and Cain rolled Niki over so she was on all fours, her little ferret tail brushing against his chest. He started up a high pace again, "What do you think?" "Fuck yes! I love it, you've barely started and I'm already about to cum! Oh god I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Cain still kept up his rate; he was on the edge of his endurance as well. "Oh god Niki! I'm gonna cum too... are... are you sure you want me to cum in you?" he asked with a flinch, feeling his muscles struggling to release. "Oh yes cum! Cum deep inside me, fill me with your seed!" and almost on command the two came in unison. Cain griped her ass as he pulled her tight against him as he pumped his cum into her wet loins, jet after jet of hot fox cum. Niki was on cloud nine, the combined feeling of her own release and Cain filling her moist pussy. Their love juices coating Cain's member, down their thighs. Cain still holding Niki rolled to his side spooning his lover, pulling her close, keeping his shaft embedded inside her he whispered to her ear, "You are and forever will be the only one for me. I don't know if you know this but the day you came into my life I was saved, saved from my self. I will always be indebted to you for that." Niki turned her head to face his, she kissed his forehead, "You don't owe me a thing, I love you, and you love me, that's all that matters." Just then they heard a knock at the door, a loud knock. "Who the hell is that?" Cain whispered into her ear, fearing the worst. The two lovers looked at each other, and then a voice came from the door, a familiar voice. "Oy, Farote are ya here? I... I need at tell ya somthin, I need at tell both ya somthin," it was Lar. The pair sighed and broke their embrace a bit earlier than they would have preferred. Cain and Niki threw their clothes on, neglecting their undergarments and went to the door. Two hours earlier "Thank ya for da ride, I really 'preciate it," Lar said and he stepped out of Niki's car. They said their goodbyes, the two drove off, a little fast for a parking lot. He didn't want to say anything but a little while after he had gotten into the car, a musky, pungent scent had been bombarding his senses, but Lar let it drop. Black Inc. was one of the most renowned tattoo parlors in the valley. Lar walked in the front door, the buzz of the tattoo gun was already going. "Hey Jack, how's da bizz taday?" Lar asked the owner, a bat in his mid 30's, about medium build, light brown fur. Jack looked up from his work for a moment as did his patron, another bat, a female, she was having a small rose put on the top of her breast, she was a regular at the shop. Almost simultaneously the two greeted him, "Hey Lar" and he gave them a little wave as he signed in for his shift, he usually took the night. "So what's on da schedule taday?" not really asking anyone but himself. He read over his list, a few finishing jobs, one high profile, "Oh hey, taday I get at finish up on Stacy." He was excited, he had done an amazing tattoo and he was really proud of his work. "Well Julia, were done," Jack took a step back from his stool admiring more than just the tattoo he had just finished. After a moment he put on the D-ointment and bandage. (Taking a little more time then necessary.) Julia shivered at the attention; "I thought you said we were done?" she blushed. Julia loved being the center of attention, hence why she had almost as much tattoos as Lar. Lar rolled his eyes and headed over to his station, his first appointment was to be there soon. Julia pulled down her spaghetti strap top, carefully, and walked up to Lar. He was checking his equipment and all the sterile covers. "You know I already have my next tattoo idea... maybe you can DO me," and she walk past him to the door, giving him a wink over her shoulder as she left. Lar grimaced inwardly, it wasn't that he didn't like her, its just... well he had some things to work out mainly with himself. Lar's first patron walked through the door \*DING\* "Hey Stacy ready ta finish up wit ya mastapiece?" Lar asked the patron as she walked in. Her tattoo was a set of angel wings on her back. The wings were covered in ancient Gaelic script, hymns, as well as angelic symbols. It was one of the most expansive, and intricate works he'd ever done. "What are we down to... the shading right?" She half asked half stated. Lar nodded and motioned for her to sit on his booth. He prepped her skin, the little it required, picked up his gun and within the hour was finished. "My friend its done, I'm think'n ya will be most pleased," the man said, standing up so as to help her off the bench, he took her over to the mirror mounted on the wall. "OH WOW! I love it, its perfect Lar," she was abound with joy. "Well I'm glad ya like it, was it worth da pain?" he asked jokingly. "Oh yes, every ounce of it," she gave him a ginger hug for obvious reasons. As Stacy was leaving a large stallion came through the door, nearly knocking poor Stacy off her feet. "Excuse me sir, I need ya ta apologize ta da young lady!" Lar said as he stood, though physically smaller than the horse in front of him, he seemed much larger than the hulking stallion figure. "Fuck you!" the horse shot back, "I don't have to apologize for shit, the little bitch got in my way! Now stop bein such an ass and get your area prepped, I'm your next paycheck." Jack stepped out of his office, "Sir is there a problem? If there is I'm going to ask you to calm down if not I will have to have you leave my premises." The stallion glared at the bat, "And what are you going to do about it bat fuck!?" Jack was about to say something but Larkin cut him short, "First of all, it seems ta me dat you are da only 'ass' around here, an second he's not gonna do a thing, I AM!" The horse snarled, (as best a horse can) "You fucking bastard, I'll beat the shit outa you if you open your mouth one more time!" "Actually I knew my father and so ya know I got ta know ya mother real well last night," the man commented, coaxing the horse a bit. At this the stallion lashed out at but to his surprise was caught by the human. Lar grinned; he took the larger forearm in his own and CRACK. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, man you broke my fucking arm, my arm fuck, fuck you broke my arm!" the stallion almost crying, " I'm gonna sue your ass, you'll regret the day you ever..." he was cut short, Lars backhand coming across his muzzle. "Stop complain'n ya goddamn pussy, ya don't know the meaning of pain," Lar let loose the arm in his hand letting him fall to his knees. Lar reached up a literally ripped his shirt off to reveal a ghastly sight. On his right shoulder was a scar stating from his collarbone to his upper ribs, clearly visible even through the tattoos. On his stomach, the left side of his torso, many gashes and stitch scars. "Pain is have'n ya arm ripped from it's socket, pain is have'n ya insides torn apart! Dis my friend is what happens when ya make da wrong move in a gang fight. Some call me lucky, but I think me brother was da lucky one, he got a bullet, I got teeth and claws. I live cuz he died, his organs keep me so!" Lar's eyes misty now, "but true pain comes from da fact dat I will never see justice done... cuz I was like ya... I thought I was tough, I was wrong! Don't make the same wrong move I did, I let ya off easy, now if ya please," Lar motioned towards the door. The stallion kneeling before him stood, a look of... well a mixed look, he turned to Stacy, "Miss I'm sorry for being so rude earlier." With that he left and didn't say another word, still clutching his arm. Stacy and Jack were staring, mouths open at Larkin, neither knew of his past, now they knew why. "Lar I... I'm sorry, can I..." before she could finish Lar ran out the front door. An hour later Lar heard movement inside the room and then Niki's voice, "We'll be there in a second!" The door opened. There stood Cain and Niki, a little flushed and a bit annoyed but Lar thought nothing of it. "I have something ya need ta hear... a confession of sorts" he looked around for a second then back to the door. "Would it be alright if I come inside?" Niki looked to Cain for a moment, there eyes met, then back to Lar. The fox looked a bit flustered to say the least but Niki's warm gaze calmed him down, a bit. "Sure, sure come on in," she said carefully. As Lar entered that same scent that had filled Niki's car hit him again, only this time much stronger though again he let it go. "So what did you need?" a hint of annoyance in Cain's voice showing. "Well... ok I need ta get dis of my chest, ya remember dat group of thugs I helped ya wit?" "Yah..." Cain said aloud "I usta be one of em, I look back now an see how stupid I was. That's why I wouldn't take your hand, I felt ashamed, not worthy of such a friendly, welcoming gesture form someone's race I was so adamant in hating," strangely Cain's nor Niki's expressions changed. Niki only asked a question, "I thought the owner of your shop was a bat, and don't you tattoo furs?" "I don't know what it is, but when I'm doing something I love I forget everything except da art. When I'm tattooing its all da same. It's a lame excuse, but its true, dats all I can say. I be take'n my leave now." If Lar had a tail it would be so far between his legs that it would be up against his stomach. It had just occurred to Cain that Larkin didn't have a shirt on, probably because his tats made sort of a permanent one. Then he noticed his right shoulder "What happened here?" Cain pointed to his shoulder. Lar's eyes went wide; his hand shot up to cover his old wound, but stopped himself "Dis is what happens ta someone who deserves it," he glanced down at the ground still ashamed. Lar told his story, the same he had told the stallion, though defiantly not the same tone. They had made their way to the living room during his tale. Lar finished, Cain started, "Well I can't say I'm at all happy about your past, but no one can ever say you haven't repented for it." Lar sighed he put his hands on his side, coming down on some soft, slightly moist fabric, he looked down and saw a set of panties, his eyes glanced around at the various undergarments abound. He thought for a moment then it hit him, "Ohhh shit, I'm sorry... I umm, interrupted you!" Niki blushed "No... we... We were just finishing up." Both Cain and Lar swallowed the lump in their throats. "I think is best if I leave ya to your business," Lar stood up, and offered his hand to Niki how graciously took it in a hearty shake. "I think that's the second of two,in a long line to come" Cain said to Lar. He looked at him for a moment "Of what?" "A RIGHT MOVE."

Title: SWAT KATS: THE MORNING AFTER by ulyferal Tags: Anal, Explicit, Feline, Forced, M/M, SwatKats Author's Note: A very short naughty piece based on a really cool sketch of Feral requested by a fan of mine from a fantastic artist on Fur Affinity named laviniarevolution5. It was suggested I write a piece on what might have happened to Feral, one drunken night. So here I am giving it a try. Hope you all like it! LOL Check my site on FA to see the pic, he's nude, seen from the rear with a new tattoo on his butt. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Feral woke up Saturday morning with a hellacious headache, a sore tail hole and a painful butt cheek. He sat on his bed rubbing his temples to try and relieve the pounding but it didn't help so he staggered off to his bathroom to relieve himself and take some aspirin. Returning to his bedroom, he found himself absentmindedly rubbing his butt. Frowning, he went over to the mirror on his closet door and tried to see what was causing the stinging pain. "What the fuck?" He blurted loudly as he saw the brand new tattoo on his left cheek as well as dried semen on his fur under his tail. He was understandably upset at the sight of something he couldn't recall having had done but it was what it said that made him flaming mad. The tattoo was just words but what they said was shocking, ‘THE SWAT KATS WERE HERE' in big bold letters of bright blue. "What the Hell happened to me last night?" He said aloud, trying desperately to bring his memories into focus despite his aching head. His back end felt well used but he didn't feel like he had enjoyed the ride at all. He remembered going out to his favorite pub but nothing after that. How had he come in contact with those two then ended up in bed with the scent of sex all over him? It had been a really bad day with reams of paperwork, an undeserved chewing out by Manx and to top the day off, Dark Kat decided to make the scene and trash Enforcer Headquarters. Apparently, he was fed up with their constant interference with his plans and since he couldn't find the SWAT Kats, the enforcers were the next on his hit list. It was near sunset when he charged in with dozens of small, fleet little jets that were able to do a great deal of damage without the enforcers being able to take them out. It wasn't until the tower was a burning ruin and the flight line was pockmarked with mortar shell pits that the SWAT Kats finally managed to take the mini jets out. The only good thing that had happened was Feral had been able to be a part of the smack down of Dark Kat's fear ship and taking the creep into custody. That had made him feel real good but the hours of clean up and paperwork had spoiled it for him. Tired and too uptight to even attempt to sleep, Feral had decided to go out and have a couple of beers at his favorite hangout. Dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and his favorite enforcer t-shirt, he pulled on a pair of black loafers and his black leather jacket and went out. Gibson's Pub had an Irish Pub like feel to it and was a favorite hangout for enforcers and other security types. Here the tired and dispirited defenders of the city came to drink, share war stories, play pool and have impromptu therapy sessions with their fellows. It was crowded and noisy when Feral entered. The one thing he truly liked about this place was the unspoken agreement that rank was left at the door allowing those burdened with the responsibilities of leadership to be able to let down their guard a little and be just one of the guys for a few hours. The pub's warm feeling of camaraderie eased their souls before they went back out to fight once more. The owner gave him a nod of recognition and brought him his favorite beer without being asked. Feral gave him a wane smile as he accepted the drink and made for a quiet corner. From there he could watch the pool games, listen to the conversation around him and drink in peace. The constant buzz of voices and the thunk, drop of pool balls on the tables soothed his battered soul allowing him to let the tension ease from him slowly. Bits and pieces of the day's events drifted to his ears. The general consensus was, despite the mess their headquarters was in and the sad loss of many of their comrades, there was a feeling of celebration that the worst of their enemies was behind bars though there were comments about how they wished the creep would stay behind bars. Feral had to wince at that. It was far too true that they couldn't keep these omegas in their cells longer than a few months...if that long. It was depressing. As he mused about ways to solve that particular problem, he continued to drink steadily. Normally, he usually didn't drink so much that he was flat out drunk. He did have his reputation to uphold, but tonight he was tired, fed up, and depressed about the mess his headquarters was in and the fact he would have to fight city hall for the funds to do the repairs on Monday. That thought soured him even more. Focused on his problems, Feral failed to note the door had opened and admitted a recognized and not so welcome pair of ex-enforcers. The pair kept a low profile, not calling attention to themselves, as they made for the bar and sat down on a pair of stools that had just been vacated. Just as rank was left at the door so was any ostracization of ex-enforcers. There were those that felt the pair had been unfairly booted out and it was those enforcers that stood and made a protective half circle around the pair to shoot the breeze while unintentionally blocking them from the rest of the room. Their friends couldn't help but notice how tired and worn the pair was tonight, which was puzzling since most knew they worked at the salvage yard and shouldn't be this exhausted. Of course, many didn't know the pair ran a garage and towing business and would have been angry and shocked to learn they were also a certain pair of vigilantes that were constantly pulling their tails out of the fire. Since they didn't know, the two toms were able to relax and enjoy the warmth of friendship. After about an hour, some of their friends returned to other pursuits, leaving the two tom's alone to drink in peace. That was when one of the pair noticed the familiar face sitting against the wall watching a pool game and nudged his friend with his elbow. "Look who's getting rather soused tonight." The burly tabby remarked. "Humph! Yeah, well I'm not surprised. It's been a really shitty day for both of us." His companion said with a grunt. "You ain't kidding." The tabby said with a snort. The two drank and talked with others for another hour or so while watching the Commander continue to drink in the corner. It was really late when the bar crowd began to thin out. The pair of ex-enforcers prepared to leave as well when they saw the Commander finally rise to do the same. It was obvious the huge tom had probably drank more than he normally would as he moved with the exaggerated carefulness of the thoroughly drunk. Eyeing Feral's passage through the bar and the fact he never saw them even though he passed right past them, gave the bigger of the two a wicked idea. "Jake, why don't we see our good friend gets home safely?" Chance suggested with a wicked grin as he began to follow the huge tom. Jake jerked his head around to stare at Chance with a dumbfounded look. "What?" "I have an absolutely, incredibly evil idea. Something that will make Feral never forget who is the best at keeping this city safe." Chance sniggered as he hurried to catch up with the Commander, a confused Jake trailed behind him. Feral had stepped outside to the sidewalk and seemed to be waiting for something. Chance guessed he was taking a taxi home since there seemed to be no sign of his distinctive vehicle. "Chance, what are you going to do?" Jake hissed softly so the huge tom wouldn't hear them. "Just follow my lead, buddy." Chance said as he went up to Feral. "Hey, Commander, you look like you've overindulged a bit. Want us to give you a lift home?" He asked with fake politeness. Feral turned to see who was addressing him and stared at the tabby owlishly. "What the hell are you doing here?" He said, surprised and angered, his words slurring a bit. "Enjoying a night out just like you." The burly tom said innocently. "However, it seems you've enjoyed it bit more than us. Wouldn't look good for the Chief Enforcer to be seen drunk in public, sir." "Leave me alone or I'll find a way to have you locked up." Feral growled flatly, his fists clenched at his side. "Aww, come on sir. I only offered you a ride." Chance said holding up his paws. "I don't need a ride.....piss off!" Feral snarled swaying a little on his feet. Chance reached out as if he was helping to steady the Commander but in reality he crushed a small gas capsule in his fingers and held his breath. Feral, being mostly drunk, succumbed to the gas quickly. Shocked, Jake barely managed to grab the tom as Chance caught Feral's other side to prevent the Commander from doing a face plant on the cement sidewalk. "Great! What the hell do you think you are doing, Chance and what are we going to do with him now?" Jake hissed angrily. "I saw something just down the way that will ensure Feral will never forget this night." Chance said smirking and pointing his chin toward a place just a couple of buildings down that was still open this late at night. A blinking, garish sign said, ‘Jade's Tattoo Parlor'. Jake gaped at the sign then back at his partner in stunned realization. "Oh no way!" "Yes, way. Now come on and drag him over there." Chance said firmly. The two managed to drag the unconscious dark tom over to the parlor. Claiming the tom to be a good friend of theirs who had passed out drunk and the trick they wanted to play on him, the tattoo parlor operator smirked in good humor and did as they asked. While the tattoo operator did her work, the two toms noted Feral already had a tattoo. "Will you look at that!" Jake snorted in amusement. "Thinks highly of himself doesn't he? Wonder when he got that done?" Chance commented at the sight of an enforcer emblem on Feral's right butt cheek. "Might have been another drunken night when he graduated from the academy." Jake mused. "Wouldn't doubt it." Chance snorted in agreement. Jake had a hard time containing his laughter after the work was done and he and Chance were lifting the heavy tom upright. Thanking the she-kat for her fine work and paying her with Feral's own money, they escorted the still unconscious Commander out of the shop and down the alley to their tow truck where they packed him onto the seat between them. His wallet had yielded his address so they drove him home. They managed to wrestle the dark tom to his apartment without being seen, carrying him all the way in to his bedroom. They stripped his clothes off and dropped him nude face down on his bed. As Jake was about to pull a sheet over the unconscious form, Chance made a suggestion. "Ya know, he's got a really fine ass there and that pair of tattoos look great on him. I think we should have a little more fun with him before we bid him goodnight," he said, a dark look of heated speculation in his eyes. Jake eyed his friend quizzically. "Just what do you have in mind?" He asked narrowly. Rather than answer, Chance proceeded to caress the butt on the bed for a moment, thoughtfully, before opening his pants and slipping them and his shoes off and leaving them on the floor. He climbed onto the bed and pulled Feral's back end upward so that the tom was on his knees. Jake's eyes widened in shock as he watched Chance run his gradually hardening cock over Feral's tight furry butt, holding the tail out of the way. It didn't take really long for the tabby to get hard as he anticipated taking his antagonist for a well deserved ride. Meanwhile Jake was becoming really excited watching his friend use Feral. He pulled his own hardening cock from his pants and kept his eyes on the hot action going on before him. Chance groaned with pleasure as he got hot and hard. ‘Oh yes, this was going to be good!' He thought darkly. Rubbing some of his pre-come over his cock and Feral's tail hole, he prepared to pierce that hot channel in one thrust. He growled excitedly as he plunged into that welcome heat. Feral groaned sleepily but didn't wake as his body responded a little from the stimulation, his cock getting a little hard. By now Jake was as hard as steel and he was panting and moaning as he stroked himself watching Chance ride Feral's body into the mattress. After some ten minutes, Chance gave a wild cry and released his hot semen into the relaxed channel. When he was done, he pulled carefully out and grinned at his partner as he climbed off the bed. "He's really hot when he's all relaxed like that. Makes me think he's been used before. Give it a try, buddy, you'll enjoy it." Chance said grinning wickedly as he got redressed. Grinning eagerly, Jake took Chance's place behind Feral on the bed. Since the tom was already well lubricated, Jake wasted no time shoving his achingly hard cock into the dark tom. He moaned in pleasure as he rode the tom hard. Feral growled and moaned in his sleep, shifting his hips a bit but not moving away or waking. Chance decided to add to the fun by sitting beside Feral and jacking the huge cock while Jake plowed the tom's butt. Just as Jake came howling and jetting his come into Feral which spilled out and covered the sheets, Chance brought Feral to a sleepy climax, the dark tom's own seed mixing with the cinnamon tom's . Panting and pleased, the smaller tom withdrew and patted the butt he'd just been in. "Thanks for the excellent ride there Commander. You are one hot ass." Jake told the unconscious form, smirking. "Goodnight, sleeping beauty!" Chance laughed as he wiped his paw on the sheet then pulled Feral into a more comfortable position before covering him with the bedding. "Wonder how much of tonight he's going to remember?" Jake said, laughing too, while he set his clothes to right. "Probably none of it and that will drive him crazy!" The tabby snickered as they left the apartment ensuring to lock the door on the way out. Laughing their heads off, the pair headed home. This was one joke that was going to get lots of mileage for them in the humor department as well as satisfaction knowing they had taken their pleasure of the arrogant tom as well. Every time they saw him from now on they would laugh their heads off knowing what was under those tight enforcer pants. For a long time afterward, Feral suffered sensations of guilt and fear about how he had somehow managed to fall into the paws of the SWAT Kats. He never did figure out what had happened that night and was very unhappy to endure the constant snickers the pair made whenever they saw him.

Title: Best Friends Ch. 01 Tags: best friends, friends, best, virginity, love Bryan watched as Jaelyn dunked, dipped and swirled another steaming fry into the mass of ketchup on her plate and unceremoniously popped it into her awaiting mouth. "And another thing," she managed, before licking her lips and swallowing the remaining bite. "I can't believe he had the nerve to ask me if we were still on for tonight after I caught him with that – that tramp!" "That's a frat boy for ya," Bryan responded noncommittally. Frankly Bryan was tired of hearing about the dude. He was just happy that Keith was dumb enough to get caught dipping his fingers in someone else's honey before Jaelyn could get hurt further. He watched Jaelyn's angry expression transform before his eyes. "Oh Bryan I am so sorry, I'm sitting here yapping on about my problems, feeding my face and carrying on – I woke you up in the middle of the night – just go ahead and tell me I'm a horrible best friend." She was obviously hurt and guilt-ridden and damned if she hadn't read him like a fucking book again! He took a sip of his soda before replying. His throat had gotten dry for some reason. "Sweetheart, if I didn't want to get up and be here for you tonight I wouldn't have. Keith is, and always has been an ass, and I'm just glad you two didn't go through with your little deal before you realized that." He hadn't quite meant it to come out that way and even to his own cynical ears it sounded harsh, but trying to fix it would just make it worse. He was pissed that she'd told Keith that she would sleep with him in the first place but he knew he didn't have the right to comment about it. He had to do something to remove the hurt from her eyes though. It was one thing if that asshole Keith caused it – even if he did want to beat his ass for it – but it was a whole other thing when he was the one to cause it. "I said tell me I'm a horrible friend, I didn't mention anything about saying 'I told you so'," she pouted. That was it. "Come on," he ordered, standing up and throwing a few bills on the table. When she hesitated, he walked over to her and grabbed her waist, tugging her up and towards him. He attempted to ignore the heat that flowed from that simple contact right down to his dick. What was wrong with him? He'd have to remember to keep the late night meetings with Jae to a minimum if he was going to keep her in the friend zone. It didn't help matters any when he heard her say: "Ooh, I like it when you get aggressive Bryan," in a teasing but sexy tone. This new flirting phenomenon was difficult to deal with too. She was going to drive him crazy! If he didn't do so himself, he thought as he brushed imaginary dirt off the back of her ample ass with his hands and watched it jiggle in the sexy little number she was wearing. "You're still in your party clothes and the party ain't over," he said nonchalantly, completely belying the fact that his favorite body part was about to wake up. From this angle he could look down and see her perky little 34C tits popping out of the v of her dress – yea she'd definitely had plans he didn't want to know about for tonight and he was only so happy that they were utterly ruined. \*\*\*\*\* Jaelyn didn't know what to say. She'd nearly forgotten what she'd been upset about just a few moments ago after feeling Bryan's hands brush casually across her derriere. Now he was looking down at her with a gaze she could only describe as "hot", his bright blue eyes a shade darker than they had been before. But that could be the shadows playing tricks on her, she reasoned. So she said nothing, simply followed him out the door waving goodbye to the only waitress left in the café. She couldn't get over this change in him. Just last summer he'd been her tall, lanky, pale best friend that was just one step shy of having the fashion style of an emo. Yea, he was cute then, but seventeen letters and hundreds of telephone calls and emails over the break couldn't have prepared her for the Greek god that had come back in the fall. And the fact that he seemed blissfully unaware of this transformation just made it sexier. She pushed "sex" out of her mind while she stared at his back as they walked back to his car. It was clad in a dark navy t-shirt that gently hugged his body and barely outlined the muscles in his back, muscles that she would just love to massage...oops. She moved her gaze down to his butt that, surprisingly, filled his deep denim jeans quite nicely – even his butt looked firm and muscular...goodness, she'd done it again, the only thing safe to look at was his feet. Clad in some tan, suede boots, his large feet no longer looked awkward on his body; they looked perfect, and knowing exactly what they said about big feet, Jaelyn had to chastise herself again. She had just moved her gaze back up to his butt when he turned around and caught her staring. "You looking at my ass Jae?" He asked in a false, accusing tone. "What am I going to do with you girl?" he asked, a mixture of laughter and playful teasing in his voice. Once again he grabbed her by the waist; this time gently pushing her in front of him in what she initially thought was a gentlemanly gesture. That is, until she heard him say, "My turn," in a mischievous drawl. Her stomach fluttered and she swore she felt his hot gaze on her behind as she continued to walk in the direction of his car. She knew exactly how her butt looked wrapped in the shimmering hot pink fabric of her dress but it didn't alleviate how self-conscious she felt. She wanted to take her hands and cover up his chosen target but she knew her tiny hands would do little to hide that part of her anatomy. It was part relief, part torture when they finally approached his jet black '98 mustang cobra - another part of his transformation - and he brushed sensuously past her to open the door for her. "Thank you" she squeaked as she slipped in on the passenger's side. This was going to be a long night. \*\*\*\*\* Jaelyn could hardly believe how much fun she was having after finding her boyfriend fondling some chick in a dark corner at the club on their three month anniversary. She sipped on the strawberry margarita that an older man had bought her, taking a break from all of the dancing she'd been doing. She felt Bryan slip onto the stool to her right, and couldn't believe she was so aware of him. "Hey, you're not over twenty-one yet," he whispered in her ear, his warm lips slightly grazing the sensitive tip, causing her to shiver. "I will be in a couple of months and if you don't snitch on me, nobody has to know. And besides, you're perfectly legal, why weren't you the one to buy me a drink?" she countered, then slowly licked the strawberry flavor from her upper lip. She didn't know what possessed her to tease her best friend, but she knew she liked how his eyes darkened as he followed the path of her tongue. What was she doing? She cleared her throat and looked away from him, scanning the crowd for her next partner. "I don't cater to minors," he finally replied, followed by "you wanna dance?" as if he had been reading her mind. "Sure," she replied, hating that she was nervous. They'd both danced all night, just not together and considering the sexual fizz that surrounded them tonight, she didn't know if it would be a good idea to do so. "Bring your glass, you wouldn't want that old fart that bought it for you to get any ideas," he said loudly. "Shhh!" Jaelyn glanced around to see if the man was in hearing distance but she couldn't see him anywhere. She looked at the remainder of her margarita and made the quick decision to down it, unwilling to spill it on the dance floor, or on her self. "What am I gonna do with you?" she asked as she followed him to the dance floor. "You, sweetheart, are going to dance with me," he replied smiling, and she couldn't help but stare at his adorable dimples that had made the transformation from cute to sexy along with the rest of Bryan Eric Kennedy. \*\*\*\*\* Brian's favorite body part had officially awoken. It had stirred all night from the moment he had feasted his eyes on her sexy ass in the parking lot, with her knowing full well what he was doing. It certainly hadn't stopped stirring as he'd watched her moving her body on the dance floor throughout the night. And now that she was grinding up against him like she was, his dick was definitely at full attention. They'd started off dancing face to face and then she'd turned around and backed up against him. He just knew a few seconds after that when she felt him harden against her ass that she would move away, but she didn't she just got even closer, turning him on even more. He really shouldn't be doing this with her. She was seriously his best friend. He didn't want to do anything that would mess that up, but her ass felt so good grinding up against his cock that he just couldn't bring himself to adjust her position. He could smell the fruity scent of her shampoo floating from her soft, dark curls. He'd been shocked at first when he saw that she'd gotten it cut just above her ears, but it made her look more mature and tonight it was sexy as hell. He tightened his hold on her hips. She placed her hands on top of his and when he glanced down at her toned, glistening arms he swore he got even harder. "Last one for the night!" he heard the DJ call and took a relieved yet regretful breath as the slow jam melted into the atmosphere. He tugged on Jaelyn's hips to get her to turn around and face him and realized that he had taken that breath too soon. Way too soon. She placed her arms around his neck and he stared down into her pretty face. He saw a few drops of sweat on her petite nose and right above her full upper lip, but it was what he saw in those round chocolate eyes beneath those thick dark lashes that made his breath catch. She was every bit as turned on as he was. His hands remained on her hips as they swayed to the music and he couldn't resist glancing at her plump bottom lip and imagining it being held gently between his teeth, being traced with his wet tongue. His hungry gaze dropped lower until it lit upon the toffee colored mounds of flesh that peeked up at him from the neckline of her dress. He stared, unashamed, for a few seconds and licked his lips before tearing his gaze away from her breasts and looking back into her eyes. They were even hotter now than before as she gazed up at him, almost defiantly. "You look gorgeous tonight, Jaelyn," he whispered into her ear, flicking his tongue on the hoop in her ear lobe and then touching his tongue to the tiny stud just above it, making contact with her skin. "Mmnh..." she murmered, "Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself, Bryan," Her smile wavered, her voice was husky, and it took everything he had not to tug her even closer and grind his hips and dick against her body. He bet Keith wanted to kick his own ass right now after fucking it up with Jaelyn tonight. He chuckled at the thought. "What's funny?" she asked. "I was just picturing Keith trying to kick his own ass," he replied honestly. Her gaze flickered a bit at hearing Keith's name but the she laughed as well. The sensual spell faltered and it was just him and Jae being best friends again, which gave him the clarity he needed to back away from her. "Hey let's go ahead and get out of here before the stampede breaks out and I get blocked in the parking lot for the rest of the night," he suggested and watched as she nodded her head in agreement. When they were in the car Jaelyn cleared her throat and spoke. "Bryan," she started. He feared and expected that she would say something about not ruining their friendship by doing anything sexual but his jaw nearly dropped when she simply asked if she could crash at his place. "I really don't feel like explaining the situation with Keith to the girls tonight, it makes me sick just thinking about it," she finished warily. By "the girls" she meant her sorority sisters/ roommates and he understood why she didn't want to face the catty females tonight. "Yea, sure. No problem Jae," he answered, a bit uncomfortable about how vulnerable she'd seemed just then. He'd wanted to pull her over to him and kiss her until she smiled again, though he didn't know if smiling would be her reaction to him kissing her. He really had to get these thoughts out of his head, especially if he was going to have to spend the night with her. \*\*\*\*\* It was nearly 3 AM when they entered his tiny studio apartment, he flipped on the lights and placed his keys on the kitchen counter and then turned to let the bed out of the couch. "If you like, you can go ahead and jump in the shower while I set this up," he said quietly "just don't take all the hot water," he winked at her knowing full well that the last thing he was going to need was a hot shower if he was going to get through this night. "Thanks Bryan. Do you have a washcloth and a tee shirt – a big one?" she asked shyly. "Washcloth no, I use my hands but there's a fresh bar of soap underneath the cabinet in the bathroom, tee shirt, yes, let me go get one for you, I'll get you a towel too and sorry I don't have an extra tooth brush, I'm committing a dental sin by using mine even though it's been nearly a year, but you're welcome to use it too if you're desperate. Oh, and there is mouth wash in the medicine cabinet," he replied, enjoying her laughter and turning to retrieve what she needed. He handed the towel and tee shirt to her and watched as she headed to the bathroom. Why did she have to be so damn sexy? \*\*\*\*\* I use my hands he'd said. Jaelyn shivered at the thought as the warm water ran down her tired body. She glanced at the soap. It looked clean enough. In fact his whole place was clean, which surprised her, most guys she knew kept a bachelor's pad/man cave thing going on in their spaces that usually meant everything thrown everywhere with not a care in the world. The thought of using the bar of Irish Spring soap that he obviously used played with her mind. She picked up the bar of soap and lathered her hands with it. It smelled delicious and reminded her so much of Bryan that her stomach fluttered with recognition. She placed the bar down and massaged her face and neck with her lathered hands and then reached to lather some more. After washing her arms she concentrated fully on her breasts, lightly teasing her nipples and squeezing her breasts together inspiring a delightful sensation to curl up deep inside her pussy. She picked up the bar of soap and rubbed it directly against her taught nipples and then lower across her stomach and down her thigh to her feet and then up again, doing the same to the other leg. She lathered her hands once again and ran them across her butt and massaged her cheeks thoroughly. She then transferred the lather to her pussy where she played lavishly with her throbbing clit. She might as well relieve herself now before she did something she might regret with Bryan later, she thought as she rinsed her soapy fingers off and dipped one into her wet pussy. \*\*\*\*\* While Jaelyn was in the shower Bryan laid back onto the made bed and reached into his pants to stroke his hard cock. When he heard the water turn off he removed his hand and tried not to look too eagerly at the bathroom door. His heart skipped when she walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in the oversized towel. "Sorry, I don't like putting on clothes when my skin is still damp," she said sheepishly. "It's alright, I'll just go ahead and jump in the shower while you dry off and change," he offered. What was she trying to do to him? The cold water hit Bryan full force but it didn't do a thing for his hot, throbbing cock. He stroked it hard and fast as he thought about Jaelyn dropping the towel and drying all of the intimate areas of her body in the open space of his apartment. Damn she looked good with her hair and shoulders all wet and dripping, he wanted to lick each drop of water from her toffee colored skin. This was going to be a long night. Eight minutes later he came onto the tiles of his shower and rinsed himself off for the last time before turning off the water. When he came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, he could feel her gaze on him. He walked to the bed and casually lay down beside her. The smell of his soap on her skin was more intoxicating than anything a perfume company could concoct. "Did you have fun tonight?" he asked. "Yea, I had so much fun, thank you for busting up my pity party Bryan, you're such a great friend," he thought he heard her emphasize the word "friend" but that could have been his imagination. "Well I'm glad you had fun, you have a good night sweetheart," he said brushing his lips against her forehead. "You too Brian," and at that she curled up and went to sleep. Though Brian had a bit more of a difficult time getting to sleep, he managed and was soon caught into its lure. He woke up a little later with his arms around Jae's waist and his dick hard and throbbing against her ass. He tried to pull away but she scooted back up against him, he looked at her face and saw that she was indeed asleep so he settled down to try to get some rest too, trying to ignore his erection. It worked, for a while. \*\*\*\*\* Jaelyn woke up at around five to the feel of Brian growing hard against her, the feeling caused her stomach to flutter and she stilled for several seconds. Listening to his shallow, even breathing, she realized that he was still asleep. Tentatively she pressed against his erection, and then ground against it. Rolling her hips deliciously she enjoyed every inch of Brian that pressed hard against her behind. Suddenly she felt his hand grip her hip and she stopped. "You're playing with a grown man Jaelyn, not a boy, and if you don't stop that right now I'm going to have to do something about this hard-on you've giving me," he warned in a gruff husky voice, his words causing a delicious shudder to run through her body and settle in her pussy. She waited for a few seconds and took a deep breath. Before she could say anything he moaned and brushed his lips to the back of her neck, and began kissing and licking it, tightening his grip on her hip and pulling her closer. He pressed his erection harder against her behind. "You like what you feel Jae?" he asked in a sexy whisper. She could only moan and nod her head. "Huh?" he asked, wanting her to say the words out loud. "Yes, I - I like what I feel Bryan," she said softly before moaning as she felt his dick thicken through the light fabric of the shorts he wore and the tee shirt she wore. She hadn't put her thongs back on when she'd changed thinking they'd be uncomfortable to sleep in, and wore nothing beneath his tee shirt. She wondered what he'd do when he found out. If he found out, she corrected, wondering if she'd have the willpower to stop him from going further. He felt so good against her she was having trouble breathing. He scooted away from her and she was afraid he was going to stop, but he pulled her hips around so that she was lying on her back as he leaned over her and continued kissing her pulsing throat. He brushed his tongue up the side of her jaw and she smelled the lingering mint of his toothpaste. He then kissed her forehead and her nose before dropping his mouth to hers. His lips were so soft and gentle against hers and she felt her nipples harden and brush against his chest, inspiring him to lean closer into her and grind his cock against her throbbing pussy. She opened her mouth to gasp and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting her, then licking on her tongue before drawing it out and sucking gently on the tip. When his hot mouth covered hers once again she moaned into his throat causing him to grind deeper, nearly raising the hem of the shirt she wore and exposing her pussy. "I've wanted to do this all night. Do you want me to stop?" He asked quietly, already drawing away. She knew she should let him get up; she knew she should tell him she'd like him to stop but she also knew she'd be lying through her trembling teeth. "No Bryan, don't stop," was all she managed before he kissed her again roughly and hotly, using his tongue to explore every crevice of her wet and moaning mouth. When he reached down to slide his hand underneath her shirt she knew she was in trouble but he barely grazed her hips as he reached to fondle her sensitive breasts. He grazed and rubbed her nipples over and over again before he wanted more and decided to raise her shirt up so that he could have full access. When he discovered that she wore nothing under the shirt he hissed. "Aww fuck Jae, what are you trying to do to me?" She lost all ability to respond when he spread her thighs and dipped his head down to lick and suck on her aching pussy. "You taste so good" he whispered against her clit before he gently sucked it between his teeth and slipped his middle finger into her wet hole. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight!" he moaned as he slid his finger in an out of her pussy and continued to swirl his wet, hot tongue around her clit. Jae arched her back and thrashed around on the bed, forcing Bryan to press her hips to the bed with his hands as he enjoyed complete access to her soaking pussy. "Mmmnnhh! Bryan, ahhhh don't stop baby! Yeah, right there...unhh...right there!" Bryan removed his dancing finger and replaced it with his tongue. He swirled his tongue inside her pussy several times before she shouted, "Bryan...I'm – I'm coming! Oooh! Mmmnnnh! AAaahhhh!!" She knew that she'd just gushed all over Bryan's tongue but she was too sated to feel embarrassed. She figured he'd move away from her pussy but a flame lit in her when she felt him lapping up the mess she'd just made. Shudders shook through her body and her nipples hardened to the nth degree as she ground her pussy on his attentive tongue. \*\*\*\*\* Brian's dick was so hard it hurt. Hearing Jae moan and scream like that put a fire in his blood and he wanted to do everything imaginable to her to keep her making noise. He ground his dick against the mattress for a little relief as he licked up the remainder of Jae's pussy juice. He had meant every word when he'd told her she tasted good. He'd had a few bad experiences over the summer and quite a few good ones but Jae's pussy was the best he'd ever tasted. He trailed his tongue over her hip and up her stomach until he reached her breasts. He gently tugged her chocolate nipple with his teeth and then swirled and flicked his tongue around it before sucking on it. He gave the other nipple the same treatment before Jae grabbed his face and lifted it up to hers so she could kiss him. That was so fucking sexy! He wanted to be inside of her so bad. "Jae honey, do you want me inside of you?" He knew she was still a virgin thanks to Keith's weakness for other women and wasn't sure what she'd say – though he prepared himself to leave her alone if she wasn't ready. She paused and his heart sank. "Bryan, do you really think we should do this? I mean, I want you so bad, but...I don't want to lose you as a friend..." She had tears in her eyes and he took a deep breath so he could talk instead of his dick, he didn't want to do anything that she might regret later. "Jaelyn, you are one of my favorite people in this world. Having sex isn't going to change that. But I would never want to do anything that you aren't comfortable with, just tell me now and I'll stop." He said, holding his breath and holding back from touching her again until she made her decision.

Title: Waking of Corruption by Hikarishade Tags: Abuse, Bisexual, Bondage, Demon, Domination/Submission, Fox, Unicorn *Part three of the Corruption of Innocence. Kiara wakes to a new world.* \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ Kiara would wake the next morning slowly. He would feel her start to stir. Her eyes would flutter open and she moaned softly. Her hand coming up to touch her neck where the wound from the bite was already flawlessly smooth once again. He licked at her face affectionately, just glad to see that she was alright. Part of him had been cursing his demonic hunger... Cursing the lust he had for blood, especially hers. But he said nothing, and just pressed a great deal of affection to her, glad to see she was alright She turned her head to look at him. There was something strange in her eyes. Something that had never been there before. She smiled slowly and closed her eyes again. "Will we do that again?" He smiled warmly, just glad that she was alright. Part of him wanted to say no, but the demonic blood flowing in his veins screamed out the real answer\* ... Yes... I think in time, we will... But that is dangerous for us to do too often... Your body will pass out from loss of blood again... You had me worried She frowned slightly and looked at him slyly, a smile toy at her lips. Her violet eyes flashing briefly. "What if I and drinking your blood at the same time.... would I pass out then?" Yes there was a definite difference in her, though not an altogether bad one. A singe brow raised. This was something he wanted to find out. The healers were already nearby.... So why not? He reached up and made a small cut in his neck, enough for her to suckle on, as he guided her head to him. He waited to see if she would do this or not She seemed to hesitate, for a small moment. The last of her dying conscious trying to scream at her to stop. But it was oh so very easy to ignore that now. She leaned up and very slowly licked his wound. His blood coating her tongue before she pressed her lips to it and began to hesitantly suck at his wound. Her eyes half closing as she wrapped her arms around him, pressed in herself against him. It was an almost orgasmic feeling for him.... Her suckling upon his neck. He would let her do so for a time, before he leaned in and bit into her neck, flooding his maw with her blood She jumped a bit as she felt his teeth bite into her neck but she moaned softly against his neck and wrapped her arms around him tighter. The hissing feeling of pain and strange pleasure filling her senses as she drank from the wound in his neck, and felt her own blood draining to his. His entire form arched against her, pressing every piece of him into her that he could. His breathing heavier as he felt her draining him, and only being replaced by what he took from her. The cycle was one that could go on forever if they did not stop, but there was some part of him that simply didn't care. She was breathing heavy herself. Her ears were flat and her eyes had slowly turned red once he had bitten her. Her fingers clutched him tightly against her as she lost herself in this new, strange hunger. Sucking and licking at the wound. Swallowing hungrily at the salty bitter blood that seemed from her lover and down her throat. Her own blood, a quicksilver color, sweet and light, heady and strange. Not as good as a pure unicorns blood would have been.. there was a richness to it that was different, and corrupted. But she still was in essence a unicorn, albeit a fallen one. Kage was lost in the sheer wonder of their joining in this moment. There was no act that was as intimate as this... Nothing ever felt as wonderfully as this did.... This was something primal and demonic, and altogether special... Something that no one could share without bonding to the other. And there was nothing that he would allow to separate them in this moment, as he fed from her, and she fed from him, sustaining each other Kiara shivered and after a very long time of staying entwined with him she moved her bloodstained lips from his. Her head spinning, drunk as it were. Her eyes a dark, angry crimson, like closing embers. "I love you Kage.... " When she pulled from him, he finally allowed himself to pull away from her. There was a great heavy panting on his breath, but he had to return the words that he should not have said\* .... I love you.... Kiara....... She licked at her lips, cleaning them of blood as she gazed up at him. Her own breathing was a bit heavy and she caressed the lines of his vulpine face with her hand. Her eyes half closed as she was feeling very strange... but very good. "I think part of me died.... but... I do not mourn it... " He smiled warmly, and licked at her face, leaving soft smears of her blood across her cheek. At this level of her corruption, there was nothing that could stain her fur any longer.... But now he just wanted to let her know of the level of affection he held for her\* ... .The last of your old self is gone.... You have given yourself to me, body, heart, and soul..... There is nothing that can separate us now... We are a part of each other. She gave a flick of her ears and the crimson eyes were starting to fade slowly back into shades of softly glowing violet. "Soul? What is a soul? I have not heard of this thing." Her hands would continue to lightly caress him, strangely not caring about the blood smeared across her face. He chuckled softly, and placed his finger over her heart\*... The soul is what makes us who we are... It is our life energy... Our very essence of being. It is what makes us alive, and different from plants and rocks... I ... I do not know if I have a soul... I am a half demon... And demons do not have souls.... But I am half mortal as well, and they do... She gave a tilt to her head, her ears flicking back as she considered that. "I do not know if I have a soul.... Unicorns..... we are not the same... we are different..... and I am different from them now too... I am not a unicorn... I am something else.... what am I?" He gently traced a single finger down her face, the tenderness he only showed to her preset\* ... you are fallen.... You are still a unicorn, but you have fallen to the darkness.... Not that this is a bad thing... You will know pleasures and joys they will never experience... you know lust, and pleasure.. and most importantly, you know love.... No other unicorn that has not fallen knows what love is..... She flicked her ears back. Fallen? Such a strange word. She shook her head. "I don't like that word... it make my gut twist funny.... I want to be called something better.... " She frowned slightly, his blood still lightly staining her lips. He only smiled, and pressed his lips against hers for a moment before he leaned back\* .. You are called something better... . You are called Kiara... you are also the only one of your kind to have a name.... She smiled and caressed his face gently. "I am Kiara..... but only to you... others see me and only see your pet, or a..... a fallen..... Wh-what will other unicorns do if they saw me now?" She had an uneasiness in her belly when she thought about that. He had to be honest in this part, but he did sneak the venom of his deceit into it. the more he could keep her attuned to him, the better it was\* ... They will become jealous....They will want to hurt you... To take away the joy you have found here with me..... She pulled her lips back and flattened her ears. And strangely her teeth looked just a little different from normal. But the change wasn't obvious. "I would hurt them first... I would.... I would... I would do something and make them hurt first. He chuckled softly, and tenderly caressed his hand across her cheek\* ... I know you would love... but I wouldn't let them hurt you, or destroy that which we have worked so hard to create.... Please do not worry..... She smiled and leaned into the touch of his hand. She hadden't thought about those other he had held below in the last few days, nor did she inquire about the one she had killed. Nor did she now. "What will we do today Kage?" He smiled and shrugged his shoulders a little. He actually hadn't had anything planned but there was of course the important ones\* ... Well... We should probably eat before we go to whatever it is we decide... She nodded slowly and smiled "I would like something to eat. Will... Will they have fruit for me today? Or can I go outside and graze? I would like that... but... it was so bright yesterday... it hurt my eyes... " She frowned slightly. "Its never hurt my eyes before.." He nodded his head, quickly changing the subject\* ... Yes.. .I think we can have a picnic... We will have the food brought out to us, so you can graze as well as eat what the cook prepares for you.... Does this sound good? ... And yes, I will make certain that we have some fruit for you this morning... And I asked them to make some more of the sausages you liked so much She brightened, the violet eyes paling to a more shade of blue, just slightly. "I can go outside? Can we go to my forest? I miss my forest... please? I please Kage?" She looked to him hopefully, her hands lightly placed on his chest. He wanted to take her to the forest, but he worried about what would happen when she got there. It wouldn't be the same anymore. But as she looked to him with those big pleading eyes, he simply couldn't deny her\* ... Y... Yes... We will go to your forest... But... The animals there will not remember you I think.... She frowned and shook her head. They wouldn't... she looked so strange now... she sighed. She longed for her woods again, longed and needed it. "Can we go now? I want to be home... I want to be in my woods." He frowned a little and nodded his head. He knew that when she went back, she was going to be very upset... But he didn't have any choice now... He had promised her.... Slowly he got up and offered his hand out towards her\* She accepted his hand and stood up. She felt so good. Energized as she stood. Her movements ever graceful as she shook her mane out and her tail coiled around her hocks. She looked eager, happy, and ready to go, pacing about the room. He however was far from as optimistic about this, and took her hand with his, and gently pulled her towards the door, leading her out of their room. It was a good walk, but he took her out of the castle, and past the village walls. They were finally out in the wilderness again, and before long, he took her out to the very edge of the forest where he had found her. It had taken them a long time to get there, but he had been mostly silent the whole time She was never less eager, though her eyes hurt from the light again and it took longer for her to adjust them to the light. But once she was in the woods she seemed to perk up. And she broke away from him to run here and there, but things were different... while she had been in the woods her woods, autumn and winter had never touched it. Animals had come to her and happily played. Now they saw her and ran.. the tree's had begun to wither and leaves were coating the forest floor. She frowned and looked at him. "Everything is dying! I shouldn't have ever left..... He moved over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, speaking as softly as he could\* ... nothing is dying.... This is the way of the world.... This is what all forests do without their unicorns... It is the natural cycle of life... \*he hated to be so tender in this, but he had to. looking around, he found an acorn in the ground and pointed to it, bringing her over\* ... Do you see this acorn? this is a seed... If you had not left, it never would have fallen... and it never would grow... But now, when spring comes, it will plant into the ground, and it will grow tall and proud with time. She shook her head, her eyes wide as she looked around her. If fact it was too early for fall even for the natural cycle of things. She shook her head and moved from tree to tree... "No.. no their dying.. I can feel them dying.. their all dying.. and the animals.. they fear me.... They don't know me.... The grass... its all turning brown and dying.... Its wrong.. I should have left... No... no I don't want my woods to die..." She was starting to panic, and strangely, she was getting angry too. There was a soft sigh from the demonic fox, and he fell back. This was why he didn't want her returning... The forest always suffered after the unicorn left... But they eventually recovered. But there was nothing he could do now She turned on him, her ears flat and her teeth bared. "Why? Why do they fear me? Should I give them something to fear? What have I done to them.. This entire woods stinks of fear." She was getting angrier the deeper she moved into her woods. Her eyes were slowly changing from violet to red. He kept his distance, but he followed, always. Her anger raged, and he let it rage. He would keep himself to pure silence, just letting her body run through the anger and the pain that she was feeling. In a way it served him... It gave her over to the darkness even more She would probably have calmed down if he had tried, but with his silence she only got angrier. And she eventually lost complete control on it and she started to storm through her woods. Animals fled in front of her as she ripped up dying plants and threw them, took rocks and threw those too... basically just having a tantrum. She did however manage to get her hands on a rabbit that was cowering and she grabbed it and shook its screaming furry body until the back snapped and she threw that too. He would follow her, rather impressed by the rage of anger. He would eventually step in, but for the moment at least, he let her anger envelop her... She needed to learn to deal with it, or at least accept the fact that it was a part of her. So silence still kept him, and he followed along behind her, watching very carefully She turned on him, her mane was all over, the silver and blood flecked strands a mess around her. Her chest heaving as her eyes blazed red. "My woods is dead... I want everything to die in it too.. if my woods are dead everything in it will be dead... Help me... " She was just a little deranged right now. Her lips were pulled back and her teeth had definitely gotten more pointed. "If my woods are dead I will kill all of it.... They have no right to live here if they cant keep it alive." This was when things had to stop. She had tasted the lust for blood through anger, and he knew that if this went too long, she would go insane. He took some quick steps over towards her, and suddenly it seemed everything around him darkened, his voice much louder then it had ever been before\* .. KIARA! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW She took a step back but didn't back down. "NO! This is MY woods... MINE! I lived here, I cared for it.. if it dies they ALL die! I want them all to die!" She turned around and screamed with fury as she wanted something, wanted to find anything living and rip it apart. "ITS MINE! " It hurt him to do this, but he had no choice. He walked over to her and slapped her across the face. It was swift and sharp, but by no means anything that would do more then sting. The golden eyes burned brightly as he stood. He may be shorter then her, but in that moment he seemed to simply tower Her head snapped to the side as he struck it and she let the shock of it rush through her. He had never actually hit her before... She blinked and her eyes faded from red to violet again. Her ears flicking back and she shrank away from him. She blinked at him, uncomprending him or where she was... but her lip trembled and tears threatened to fall from her face, though for some reason didn't, at least yet. He sighed heavily, and moved forward, pressing himself against her, and wrapping her in his arms. She didn't understand what was going on, and he knew it... But he had tried to keep her from returning. Now all he could do was offer her the comfort that she needed She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him. Pressing her face against his shoulder as she whimpered softly. She was so confused right now.. so angry, and sad... The fear and pain and dying around her was pressing in on her senses. "Wh... what's wrong with me..... " He shushed her softly, trying to soothe her as much as he could. This was one of the rare times he would use his shadow powers, and the shadows reached up around them, and pulled them down into the darkness. They would be surrounded by nothing but the stark black of wherever it was they were. In truth they were in transition... Between the shadow world and their own She stopped shaking as the coolness of the shadow wrapped around her and she relaxed, her eyes closing, though no tears had been shed It felt good here, numb and quiet. No sounds of death and dying and fear... She didn't move away from him only held herself against him and tried to calm herself down. He pressed himself heavy against her, and lifted her chin up. He pressed his lips to hers in a warm kiss, that somehow seemed far more significant here... But then when the rest of the senses were deprived, each touch and every sound echoed with far more impact She leaned up into his kiss and wrapped her arms around him more firmly. She needed him right now, more then anything. Needed to know he was there and know that he hadden't left her. Not like her forest had, or her animal friends... That he wasn't going to leave her. He pressed himself to her, and made certain she could feel every touch, every tender caress. He pushed his tone into her mouth, turning the kiss to one of great passion and love. He wanted her to know he cared very much for her, and was not going to allow anything to happen to her She shivered to every touch he gave her. And as he pressed his tongue into her mouth she would return it. Wanting him to know just how much she cared for him as well. Her fingers sliding through his fur as she pressed as much of her body to his as she could. He smiled and wrapped his arms about her form. She was always naked, but he still had his pants on. A warm look spread across his face as he moved and broke the kiss. He lowered his head, and wrapped the warm vulpine maw about her nipple. But this time he dug his teeth against the flesh, and sucked hard on her She jumped a bit and then moaned as she leaned her chest into the assault of his mouth. Her head leaning back as she ran her hands down his body, enjoying the smooth feel of his fur and encountering the fabric of his pants. Her fingers weren't very dexterous, but she would work at getting them open. There was an urgency in her that there had never really been before. She had had a bad shock back there, and she needed to forget it. The small fox murred softly as she worked at his pants, and finally they would come open. He wore nothing beneath them, and the rather prominent vulpine sheath would be fully exposed for her. His maw worked harder at the nipple, the teeth pressing harder against the flesh in the sheer bliss of the sex they were about to share The harder his teeth pressed against that sensitive flesh, she more aroused she became. She moaned and her hand slipped down to rub and caress at his sheath. Her nipple diamond hard against his attentions. Her body was aching for him, it wanted him. There was once a time she would have questioned why she crave this feeling, this desire to have sex with him, but she didn't care now. All she knew is that she wanted it. He murred around the nipple, and finally released it, wrapping his maw about the one that had not been given any attention. He moaned softly in his throat as he felt her pressing against his sheath, and he pushed his hips forward into her hand She moaned softly as her one breast was left and the other sought out. Her tongue slicked across her lips as she began to stoke and caress his sheath, a hand moving down to cup and fondle his balls as she leaned her second breast into his mouth. This nipple responding like the first, hardening to a rock at his abuse. He would sup on it for some time before he pulled back, and gently began to guide her down, pushing her in the vast weightless darkness towards his crotch. He was going to give her another chance to try the blow job, but would see how far she would go of her own accord She was a bit curious as to what he wanted. After all, the last time that he had made her give him a blow job, he had forced it on her, and she didn't know what it was or why he had wanted it. But she was unresisting. As he moved her into position she hesitated. She really didn't know what he wanted her to do, but her hands caressed him slowly. He wanted something, but she didn't exactly know what He murred softly as she stroked him gently. The glistening pink flesh was fully exposed for her, and ready for whatever she wanted to give. Panting softly, he spoke in a slightly strained voice\* .... if you want to... suck on it... lick it.... It makes me feel very good.... Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice, the only sound there was. She then blinked slowly. Well... he wanted it... she was not one to deny him what he wanted. She flicked her ears back and lowered her head to his exposed flesh. Her tongue would slide from her lips and move along his cock. It was strange, but not bad. Salty... and equines were ones known to like salt. She began to lap at his sex like a horse at a salt lick. Slowly and savoring every one. But... he had said suck too.... She was more hesitant with this one, but she did take the head between her lips and lightly suckle at it experimentally. The moment she sucked him in, there was a loud gasp, and this was quickly followed by a moan of pleasure, as his form arched towards her in bliss. His breathing quickly went to a loud panting as she suckled on his head At this rather obvious display of pleasure she would suck more of his sex into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the under side of it slowly as she sucked on him the way she had sucked on the teat of her mother long long and longer ago then she could clearly remember. It was a strange request, but not an unpleasant one, and one she didn't seem to mind now. He panted loudly, as he wanted her to take more of him into her maw... But he would not force this.. This time she needed to do these things for herself. His eyes closed tight, and he panted loudly, his hips arching back and forth a little, as she sucked at him. She would soon be rewarded with a taste of his pre She was a bit surprised at the salty sweet taste of the pre cum that her tongue encountered. She snorted softly and shifted her position slightly to one more comfortable and one where she wasn't going to be stabbing him in the gut with her horn. That had her along his side, her breasts resting on his left hip as she began to suckle more energetically to the cock that had given her the strange treat. Her tail tuft caressed his face. He panted and moaned the more she sucked on him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed his hips towards her more. The harder she sucked on him, the more of his pre spurted into her maw, and consequently down her throat. His breathing had gone from calm, to the heavy panting of one who was drawing in on an orgasm She could hear the change in him, and curiosity drove her on. She wanted to see what he would do next. She had an idea from the one time he had made her do this before, but it had been different some how. She began to suck harder, swallowing the pre-cum as he oozed it onto her tongue. And taking more of him into her mouth. She was well and truly able to have all of him in her mouth really, such was the blessing of an equines head. Her tail tuft tickling and teasing him slowly The deeper she took him, the easier it was for him to deal with this. Panting away loudly, he pushed himself back and forth a little, face fucking her some. His eyes were deep in sheer bliss, before suddenly he arched and moaned loudly, the knot swelling as he came near to his climax She wouldn't know what to do to make him shoot off in her maw any more then what she was doing. But she suddenly had a great driving urge to get him to do just that. She would push her head down as far as she could. Her soft velvet lips pressing against his knot before she started to bob her head up and down against the ridged pole of his cock. Her hands coming up to cup and rub at his balls as she could sense his climax drawing close. With this sudden bobbing of her head, he only lasted a few moments more before he threw his head back and screamed out in pleasured agony, and released the spray of hot seed deep into her mouth She nearly chocked on the rush of salty, bitter cum as it flooded into her mouth. She had half expected it of course, but it would probably always be a shock. She swallowed most of it, but it did dribble from her lips, such as a novice was apt to do. He was panting extremely loudly, and he was trying to get coherent thoughts into his mind. He panted loudly, and shifted his form around a little. He was in a state of bliss, and his mind was still reeling from the intense pleasure that she had just given him She would pull her head away in the darkness and blink rapidly. though she never took her hands away from him, and was always in contact with him in some way. She didn't mind the taste, but it was strange. This was obviously the warmness she felt from him every time they had sex. And somehow that made it better. She licked her lips clean from dribbled cum.

Title: Friday Night's Alright With Me Tags: taboo, toys, anal, group, blowjob, cum swapping, internal, epic "Michelle wants you to fuck her tonight," Kimberly said as she took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me. "You know how girls talk and when I told her about us, well, we thought you'd like to have us both." My mouth went dry; not only is fucking my wife's sister my idea of a good time, putting my dick in her roommate was like winning the lottery. Michelle is a hot redhead, with pale skin and freckles on what parts of her body I had seen. She is rather tall, probably an inch or two under six feet and has huge, huge tits. Once I found one of her bras in the bathroom and checked the tag, I discovered they were double D's. \+++++ It was a Friday night in the early fall. My wife and her friends arranged a 'girl's weekend out' to go to some musical and do some shopping. She had left Thursday and wouldn't return until Sunday evening sometime. Almost as long as she had been planning her trip, I was planning my journey 2 hours to her sister's college to spend the weekend 'keeping it all in the family,' so to speak. I left right from work and was at her dorm before the sun set. We ordered a pizza and sat on the couch washing down our dinner with pizza and watching a sitcom rerun on TV. When we were done with our dinner Kimberly set to work giving me a back massage. She was working the knots out of my shoulder when I slid my hand behind me and up her smooth thigh. She spread her legs a little wider giving to give me better access. My hand moved inside her shorts to her pussy. I rubbed her gently through her panties, which were silky and smooth to the touch. Her pussy was very warm and some of her wetness had already began to soak through. In one swift motion I hooked a finger insider her panties and pulled them aside, giving me full access to her. A finger slid inside her with ease and she responded by sticking her tongue in my ear. Her pussy was very wet and I slid another finger inside her. It always amazed me how tight she was, she was like a vice on my two fingers. I finger fucked her faster, shoving my fingers inside her as deeply as I was able before moving them back and forth in a motion that she seemed to enjoy immensely. She reached her hand around me and down to my cock, which was rock hard. She reached inside my shorts and took my cock in her hand and began to stroke me slowly. I slid off the couch onto my knees and turned to face her. We kissed deeply and passionately, our tongues darting in and out of each others mouths. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head at the same time I was pulling her shorts to the floor. I pushed her back on the couch and moved to where I could continue to kiss her. As I was kissing her I kept my hands on her body, caressing her breasts, her nipples and then moving down between her legs to rub her clit or slip a finger inside her. Her breathing increased and she began to squirm. "I'm so turned on," she said with a hoarse voice. "Please eat my pussy." I began to kiss down her torso, stopping to spend some time sucking on each nipple, twirling them around my tongue and giving them soft little bites. She put her hands on my head and urged me downward. I finished kissing a trail down between her legs and spread her open wide before me. I kept her panties on and just simply pushed them out of my way. Her pussy was shaved bald and her juices coated her lips completely. Light glistened off of her wetness and I sat for a moment admiring her perfectly formed pussy; her lips were small and soft, her tunnel tight and her clit stimulated so that it stuck out from the folds that it usually hid behind. Her scent was wonderful and I couldn't stay away any longer, I plunged my tongue inside her. A soft moan escaped her lips as I came in contact with her delicious sex. I licked inside her, straining to stick more and more of my tongue inside her hole. She rewarded me by cuming on my face, sending more and more of her juices flowing into my mouth. I slid my tongue down and lightly licked her asshole for a few moments before moving back up and to her clit. I slid a finger inside her and began to finger her as I sucked softly on her clit. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer, holding me in place as she came again – this time rather noisily. I picked up the intensity, fingering her faster and sucking on her with more force. She came again almost immediately and her strong thighs converged on my head, squeezing me as her body bucked and writhed. My cock was rock hard and I needed to feel her. I slid my shorts down my thighs and moved onto the couch between her legs. Instantly I was inside her, my first thrust only penetrating about half way. Her pussy was so tight and I worked inside her slowly, pushing into her and coaxing her pussy to open wider for me. It took me a few strokes but before I knew it I was buried in her wetness. I began to pound her mercilessly; I drove inside her as my lust took over. My hands gripped the armrest of the couch and pulled me inside her even harder. Again and again I penetrated her with as much force as I could. Her hands were on my back and she had her legs wrapped around mine holding on for dear life as I took her completely. It wasn't that she minded, later when she turned the tides and got on top me she would fuck me just as hard. I was working myself into a frenzy, fucking this little girl as hard as I could – bringing my cock almost completely out of her before slamming back into her. Her nails dug into my back as she urged me on. Her pussy was getting wetter and I could hear the sloppy sound of my cock drilling into her with each thrust. I pushed her legs up and together, leaning myself back on the couch to shove into her while looking at her amazing legs. My cock strained against her clit with each thrust and almost immediately she came again. I was going to have to slow down if I hoped to make it through that night, still at that point not knowing what she and Michelle had in store for me. Spreading her legs again I laid on top of her, her legs split around me. I slid my hands under her to cup her perfect ass and as I lifted her to me as I continued to fuck her with furious intensity. Again and again I drove inside her. "Don't stop fucking me," she said as an orgasm so intense ripped through her her whole body shook uncontrollably. I didn't stop fucking her, I just plowed on through her explosion. I slid my hand down between her ass cheeks and slipped a finger inside her ass; as much anal penetration as I was going to get on her to date. I wiggled my finger inside her and her hips responded in kind, grinding against me and establishing a new, softer rhythm. I held her close with my other hand and moved against her, our bodies now moving together in one smooth motion. I felt a little bit more of her insides give and my cock slid that last little bit inside her. My pubic hair was now rubbing directly on her smoothly shaven pussy. I couldn't get over how wet she was, or how smoothly she slid back and forth under me – it was just an amazing fuck. She came again and I felt her pussy grow even wetter, if that was possible. I figured that we would at the very least leave a big wet spot on the couch and probably leave a nice sex stain on the cushion. I love the taste of pussy and had to put my face in her wetness with no delay. Sliding off of her, I made my way down her taunt body to her sex. I put my lips on her lips and sucked in deeply, tasting her amazing juices. I licked and tease and sucked at her hole, enjoying completely the taste of her. "I want a taste," she said pushing me back and sitting up. She kissed me on the mouth, putting her tongue on my tongue and sucking her juices off me. She stopped kissing me and began to lick around my mouth, cleaning off the juices that had gotten on my mouth and lips while I was eating her. She pushed me back against the other arm rest and moved to put me in her mouth. She treated my dick like a lollipop, licking and sucking and cleaning my cock very thoroughly. I leaned my head back in ecstasy, I've alluded to her dimimished ability to suck cock but right now that didn't matter, she was doing amazing things to me in the heat of her lust. She was just getting into the blowjob, taking me deeper in her mouth than she had before, when I heard a key in the lock. I froze and put my hand on her head in an effort to stop her so we could cover ourselves. The couch is right inside the door and anyone who entered would immediately see our naked bodies sitting there enjoying our carnal coupling. Kimberly didn't seem concerned and kept on sucking, but my heart rate went through the roof. Here I was, in my wife's sisters apartment, my dick in her mouth. All I could think of was that it was a 'sting' and my wife was going to walk through the door and the game would be up. I braced for the worst. The door swung open and in walked her roommate Michelle. "Michelle wants you to fuck her tonight," Kimberly said as she took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me. "You know how girls talk and when I told her about us, well, we thought you'd like to have us both." She was right, of course. I had wanted to fuck Michelle since the day I first met her when we moved Kimberly into her room at the beginning of the semester. I briefly described Michelle earlier, but that description just doesn't seem to do her justice. She was Irish through and through; tall with long legs, long curly red hair that went down over her shoulders, emerald green eyes and those huge tits. She wasn't waif thin, I would guess about a size 6 to give you an idea of how she was put together. Michelle usually dressed sexy when I had seen her and tonight she was just drop dead sexy in a tight belly shirt that was cut low, spilling her huge tits out the top. She had on tight jeans and cute sandals that showed her manicured little toes. A couple of times when I had come to visit Kimberly she had been in her room with the door closed, fucking whoever it was that she was fucking that week and Kimberly had told me that Michelle was rather liberated sexually. A good night just got better. "You bitch, you started without me" Michelle said as she closed the door and stepped into the room. Kimberly smiled back at her. "I was just getting him all warmed up." Michelle walked over to the couch and looked at my hard cock in Kimberly's hand. "You're right, that is a nice cock. Why don't we take this party to my bedroom where we can all get comfortable?" Kimberly and I stood and followed Michelle into her bed room, Kimberly leading me by the cock like it was a leash and she was out walking her dog. Michelle switched on a bedside lamp and hopped onto the bed. Kimberly jumped onto the bed and pulled me down with them. "This is hardly fair," Kimberly said. "You've seen what we've got and you still have your cloths on." Michelle smiled and stood up. She walked over to her stereo on put on some music, mood music she called it. She started a seductive strip tease, something she had obviously done on a number of occasions. She started with her jeans, unbuttoning them and unzipping them facing us. She turned and slowly lowered them over her round ass – it wasn't as tight as Kimberly's but it was a nice piece of meet that I wanted to sink my teeth into. She gyrated her hips to the music and teased us with her motions, slipping the material up and down revealing a thin little thread of a thong that ran down between her ass checks. A few move moves and she pushed her jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, revealing a pair of long, nicely shaped legs covered in soft freckles. Next came her top, but without much material to hide her humungous tits, she was soon out of her shirt he massive tits flopping down onto her torso. I stared, not able to speak. Never in my life had I seen tits that big. And with that much weight one would think that they would hang low on her when unencumbered but they didn't – they were perky DD's that ended in small little nipples and dime sized areolas. I couldn't wait to get my hands and mouth on them and I didn't have to wait long. Michelle settled back onto the bed with us and moved in close. Kimberly pushed me back onto the stack of pillows and began to suck on my cock again. Michelle moved up close to me and leaned in to kiss me. It was a great kiss, very wet and very sloppy. Her tongue darting in and out of my mouth expertly turning me on even more. The kiss continued for a long time and I moved my hands to cup her huge breasts. I felt the weight of them in my hands and it was substantial – I couldn't imagine walking around having to hold those huge melons up, I would probably topple over. But Michelle carried them well and I was glad that she did, they were amazing to have in my hands. The flesh was soft and warm and she pushed her weight into my hands, mashing her breasts together. My fingers found her nipples and teased them with gentle pinches and tweaks. She responded by kissing me even harder and reaching for my cock. It slipped out of Kimberly's mouth with a 'pop' and Michelle's hand was on it, stroking me expertly. She broke our kiss and started to move her mouth down my body, kissing my chest and stomach before getting to my cock. Seconds later her soft lips had me and she began to suck me. What Kimberly lacked in the head giving department Michelle had and she sucked me like I have never been sucked, before or since. She inhaled most of my cock down her throat and held me there, pushing me against the back of her throat before slowly sliding her lips back up the full length of my shaft. She kissed my head and licked my sensitive parts with soft flicks of her tongue. She moved her body between my legs and I looked down to see the tops of both girls' heads. They were sharing me now, each taking turns putting me in their mouth and doing their best sucking job before relinquishing my organ to the other. Kimberly sucked the head hard and jerked me with her hand, her best effort to date – probably spurred on by the competition at hand. Michelle continued to try and impale herself on my dick, taking as much of me down her throat as she could making soft chocking sounds as she did. My dick was covered in their saliva and glistened in the soft light when they came up for air. The distinct differences in there techniques was awesome and my cock stood at full attention taking everything that they could dish out. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to take much more of this, but the changes in their styles as they switched back and forth kept my orgasm at bay. After what felt like hours of their dueling blowjobs, Kimberly broke the rotation and moved up the bed. She came up and placed a sensual kiss on my mouth before straddling my face so I could lick her pussy. Michelle kept on sucking, now able to put her full skill to work without having to stop and share. Kimberly's pussy was still very wet and I began to tongue her furiously. I slid my tongue in her as deeply as I could, licking the inside of her pussy walls. My hands cupped her ass and moved her around so my tongue could stay fully extended inside her. Michelle was going nuts on my cock, the most amazing thing I have ever felt. She had almost all of my nine inches inside her mouth and she was moving her tongue over my shaft – she seemed bent on deep throating all of my cock. Meanwhile my efforts on Kimberly began paying off as she bucked her hips with yet another orgasm, her juices flowing out of her in a stream of pleasure. She didn't exactly squirt, but she let loose enough juice to cause it to run down my chin. Michelle made one last effort to take off of me in her mouth, almost succeeding, before she came up for air. "That looks great," she said. "It's my turn." Kimberly slid off of my face and down my body, leaving a trail of her wetness as she moved her body down to my cock. With no effort at she found what she was looking for and slid her tight pussy onto me and all the way inside her. She gasp with pleasure and began riding me in her expert way. Michelle moved up and slid off her tiny panties, flinging them into the pile of her other cloths. She straddled my face as Kimberly had done and I got my first look at her pussy. It wasn't shaved like Kimberly's but it was covered in a well manicured crop of red hair, something that I found very sexy. Her lips were puffy and she had a great scent to her, and as I was soon to find out a great taste. She leaned on one knee and placed her foot on the other side of my head and slowly lowered herself onto my mouth. I started licking her clit, teasing it to full hardness and causing it to peek out of the folds of her sex. I teased it with my tongue, licking it in long strokes and swirling around it sending waves of pleasure through her body. One of my hands found her ass and pulled her to me while I moved the other up to feel her awesome tits. I moved my hand from her ass and slid one of my fingers into her, feeling her pussy contract to embrace my touch. She was very wet and growing wetter by the minute. I pulled my finger from her and replace it with my tongue. I tasted her fully and it was great, her juices mixing with Kimberly's on my tongue in a sweet combination of young pussy. Kimberly had adjusted herself on my cock and was now squatting on me like she always does. She was fucking my cock with long, hard strokes and with each descent she gave out a soft moan. It wasn't long and she was cuming, her body becoming rigid as she held me deep inside her. She bucked her hips forward and slid me almost out of her and held herself there, teasing me with little movements. If my hands had been free I would have grabbed her hips and thrust inside her again but I was otherwise occupied at the moment. Michelle's hands were now grasping my hair, pulling me into her pussy. My mouth was back to work on her clit, now sucking and pulling on her intensely. I had two fingers inside her and was finger fucking her while I ate her out. It didn't take long and she began to cum, moaning loudly and bucking her hips against my mouth. I wanted to fuck her now! I pushed her off my face as her orgasm subsided and moved myself out from under Kimberly. I pulled Michelle down on the bed and pushed her onto her back, position myself between her long legs. I teased her with my cock, running the head over her slit and slapping it against her engorged clit. She squired under me and tried to pull me into her. I resisted for the time being and continued to rub my cock against her pussy. I looked down at her, this amazing girl. Her eyes shown in the light and I could see the lust in them. Her enormous chest heaved with her heavy breathing, brought on by her first (and not last) orgasm of the night. I couldn't wait any longer and positioned myself to penetrate her. I pushed my hips forward and she pushed back to meet me, pushing most of my cock inside her in one motion. She started to shake and orgasmed right then! I began to fuck her with long strokes and I was buried to the hilt in her in just a couple of pushes. I leaned down and kissed her passionately, our mouths joining in an intense encounter. I put my hands on her tits and teased her nipples with soft squeezes which she seemed to like immensely. We began to find our rhythm, my thrusts being met by her hips as she arched up off of the bed. Many times I had compared fucking Kimberly to taking a ride in a race car, fast and intense – fucking Michelle was like taking a ride in a luxurious import. She was soft and accommodating, making every stroke seem to take hours to complete. In and out, up and down I went. Each stroke met by Michelle's expert motions. Her pussy was wet and warm and accommodating – I never wanted to stop fucking this girl. I broke our kiss and moved my head to her small nipples. I sucked each in turn and the sensation must have been just what she needed as she began to cum again, her legs locking around me pulling me deeper inside her. Her orgasm was intense and seemed to go on and on, her loud moans echoing around her bedroom. I had to get out of this girl soon, or my own orgasm was going to come way before I wanted it too. Reluctantly I withdrew my cock from her and sat back on my haunches desperately trying to catch my breath. I looked over at Kimberly who had been watching intently and noticed that she had her fingers inside her pussy. I moved over to her and pulled her hand up to my mouth, I licked her juices off of her, tasting her sweet pussy. "There is something that I've always wanted to do," I said "Would you girls be willing to accommodate me?" They agreed and I moved them into position, laying them down with me between them. What I wanted to do was finger both of them at the same time, for some reason this has always been a fantasy of mine. My hands found their marks and I began to finger fuck both of them at the same time. They were both very wet and my fingers made soft slurping sounds as I ran them in and out of their pussies. It amazed me how much different each girl felt to touch – Kimberly was so tight my two fingers barely fit inside her while with Michelle I was able to easily slid in three fingers. They both stoked my cock and I alternated kissing them. My fantasy turned out to be a lot of fun and I'm so glad I got to fulfill it, but after a few minutes I wanted to fuck them again. I sat up and rolled Kimberly over, planning on taking her doggy style. I positioned myself behind her and slid inside. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her with furious intensity, the way that she likes it. Her ass is simply amazing and as I fucked her with long, hard strokes I ran my hands over its perfect shape. Michelle moved over closer to us and began to rub Kimberly's comparatively small tits, tugging and pulling on her nipples roughly. I moved one of my hands off Kimberly's ass and over to Michelle's pussy, fingering her with the same rhythm that I fucked Kimberly. Both girls were really getting into it now and the room smelled of pure lust and sex. Kimberly began pushing back against me the way she does when she's about to cum and I put both hands on her hips again in order to push her over the edge. Michelle surprised us both by moving her hands down to Kimberly's pussy and rubbing her clit while I fucked her with increasing fervor. Kimberly began to cum but I didn't stop drilling her, I kept on fucking her with those hard deep thrusts and continued until she had cum a second time. Totally spent, Kimberly collapsed forward causing my cock to pop free of her warm slit. Almost instantly Michelle was on it, taking it into her mouth and sucking off the juices that Kimberly had just covered my cock with. Michelle continued to suck me, pushing me deep inside her mouth. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me into her face. She was gagging and choking but didn't seem to mind one bit; in fact it seemed to spur her on. I looked down at my cock and saw an amazing sight – my cock had completely disappeared down her throat. Never in my life had someone been able to take my length completely down their throat until now. The feeling was amazing but I couldn't let it continue long. I wanted to keep fucking these to sex fiends. I pulled my cock from Michelle's mouth and got up off the bed. I pulled her towards me and positioned her at the edge of the bed on her stomach, which put her pussy at the perfect height for me to stand and fuck her from behind – which is exactly what I did. My cock slid effortlessly into her pussy and I pushed into her with every inch of me. She let out a loud moan as I filled her completely and I began to fuck her with short, slow stokes, taking out only a couple of inches at a time keeping myself deep inside her. She spread her legs as wide as she could, giving me full access to her depths and I took advantage, pushing my hips against her full ass and holding inside her. She gave a shudder of delight. "I've never felt so full," she said looking back at me over her shoulder. I was really getting into fucking this girl, she was the perfect fuck; aggressive and submissive at the same time. Her long beautiful hair flowed over her back and in the soft light I could see the hour-glass shape of her figure. I pumped in and out of her with increasingly long strokes and pulled my cock from her. I immediately pushed back inside her enjoying the feeling of penetrating her soft mound. I rubbed her legs and ass as I fucked her feeling her muscles strain against the motion of my thrusts. Kimberly had told me that Michelle was a sexual freak, but I don't think I fully grasped what she meant until Michelle reached behind her and stuck one of her fingers in her ass as I plowed in and out of her pussy. She looked back at me over her shoulder again and smiled mischievously – just when I thought I had this girl figured out she shocked the hell out of me. She took her finger from her ass and pushed it into her pussy while my cock was still inside her, stretching herself even further. She didn't keep it in herself long; she was just gathering some of her juices for lube. Her finger moved back to her ass and she spread her pussy juice over her hole. Again she pushed her finger inside her ass, this time all the way up to her last knuckle. She began to finger fuck her own asshole at the same speed that I was fucking her hot cunt. It wasn't long before she shoved a second finger in her puckered anus and began to fuck herself faster. The whole time she was looking at me with that grin on her face. My surprise must have been visible on my face because she started really putting on a show for me. I was so engrossed in what she was doing that I stopped fucking her and just enjoyed the show. "I think someone wants to fuck my ass," she said. All I could do was nod my agreement. I had talked my way into a few girls asses in my career, but none of them had ever been as enthused about it as Michelle was. She turned to Kimberly, who was propped on a pillow, slowly rubbing her clit and enjoying the show. "In my nightstand is some lube, would you get it for us?" Kimberly pulled open the drawer and came up with a tube of lube, and a rather large dildo. The sex toy was big, bigger than my cock even, in the shape of a penis and was as black as night. "And what is this?" Kimberly asked with the same mischievous grin that Michelle was wearing. "Hey," Michelle said. "Most times I don't get a cock as nice as this so I've got to take matters into my own hands. Why don't you try it, you'll like it." Kimberly opened the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on the pseudo-cock and then handed the bottle to Michelle. Michelle took the lube and poured a large drop onto her waiting ass and began to work it around with her fingers. Kimberly meanwhile lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. She placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to her pussy. She pushed it against her hole and the head slid inside her. I was surprised – not only that she would put something that size in her but that it would fit; I always had to make sure she was really lubed up before I could put my cock in her and this toy was even bigger. She continued to push and a little more of the black dick slid inside her. She gasped, in pain or delight I'm not sure, and began to slowly fuck herself with Michelle's surrogate cock. This put my cock at full attention again and I almost forgot about what my current partner was prepping herself for. Michelle brought me back to the task at hand shortly as she squeezed another amount of lube on her hand and grabbed my cock, getting it fully lubed before pulling me towards her waiting ass. I put the head of my cock against her tight hole and she used both of her hands to pull her ass cheeks apart. I pressed against her and was surprised at how easily I slid into her ass. I pushed in slowly, letting her get used to my size and before long I had about half of my cock inside her. I began to fuck her with slow strokes and the feeling was awesome. Michelle began to moan and started to cum – I had heard that anal orgasms can be much more intense than vaginal and her current orgasm led credence to all that I had heard. Her body went stiff and then convulsed, pushing her ass back into my strokes putting even more of me inside her tight ass hole. I began to fuck Michelle's ass harder and she didn't object. She was pushing back towards me and I felt any remaining resistance fade away and I was able to push inside her to my full length. I looked over at Kimberly who was still trying to fuck herself with the mammoth toy, she had gotten a little bit more inside her but not much. That didn't seem to matter to her; her head was thrown back and she seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly. Michelle pulled herself forward pulling my cock from her ass and rolled over onto her back. She pulled her legs back, opening her ass hole to me from another angle. I slid back inside her with ease and was soon buried up to my balls in her ass again. As I fucked her her tits bounced up and down, all that flesh moving up and down was impressive. She took both of her breasts in her hands and pushed them together, showing them off to me. She tweaked her nipples hard and let out another moan; moments later she was cuming again this time her moans were almost screams. One of her hands moved from her breasts down to her pussy and she started to finger herself furiously. She came again – she seemed to be cuming almost constantly now. My cock was on fire and my orgasm was brewing almost out of control. I slowed my pace and fucked her with slow strokes. Michelle reached up and took the dildo from Kimberly, I wondered what she had in mind. I didn't have to wait long to see as she moved her hand from her pussy and placed the dildo against the entrance to her sex. She put the huge toy and her pussy lips spread to accommodate it. She had it inside her and was fucking herself with quick strokes as I continued to work on her ass. She came again and again, her eyes rolling back in her head and her free hand squeezing her tits hard. Kimberly came over and kissed me. "Enjoying yourself," she asked. I nodded my agreement. "Gonna cum soon though." Michelle stopped moaning long enough to look at me. "Not yet mister, we have one more surprise for you." She took the dildo from her pussy and pushed me away from her and out of her ass. She moved onto the floor and took me into her mouth again, sucking off her ass juices in a move that would have left me speechless if I wasn't speechless already. She took my cock from her mouth and Kimberly took my hand and pulled me onto the bed again. She lay on her side with me behind her in a spoon. She held my cock and slithered down onto it. Her pussy was so tight, it felt like a vice after being in Michelle. We began to fuck hard, her ass banging into my hips with each thrust. Michelle crawled onto the bed between our legs and began to lick at our conjoined parts; licking at my shaft and my balls and then at Kimberly's pussy. It was an amazing in thought, feeling and action. I felt my orgasm straining and I told them so. "Go ahead," Michelle said. "Cum in her pussy." I had never cum in Kimberly's pussy, I didn't even think she was on birth control. I asked Kimberly if it was ok to do what Michelle had said. "Absolutely, this is part of your surprise." I didn't need any more encouragement, and in a few more thrusts I felt myself reach the point of no return. Michelle began to massage my balls and the feeling was too much – I let loose. Cum shot from my cock into Kimberly's pussy in huge jets, I have never cum so hard in my life. Again and again my cock shook with pleasure, my orgasm seemed to last forever. I held Kimberly tight and pushed into her as deep as I could as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my body. I was totally spent and fell back against the bed, my cock slipping from Kimberly's pussy. What happened next was straight out of a porno and is hands down the best experience of my life. After my cock slipped from Kimberly, she moved onto her back and Michelle took up a place between her legs. I could see my cum starting to drip out of Kimberly and Michelle began to lick her pussy, scooping up my seed with her tongue. She put her mouth fully onto Kimberly's cunt and stuck her tongue deep inside. She withdrew her tongue and it was covered with my sperm. Again and again she licked at Kimberly's pussy, coming up with globs of sperm on her tongue each time. When she was sure she had gotten all that was going to come out of her, she moved up between Kimberly's legs to her mouth. They kissed deeply, swapping spit and sperm as their tongues entwined. I sat there, flabbergasted. Never in my life had I seen such an erotic display. Even though I had just shot the load to end all loads my cock stayed rock hard. They broke their kiss and Kimberly moved over to me. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked our combined juices off of my pole. Michelle came over and kissed me as she had done to her roommate. My cock was responding to their advances nicely and Michelle asked me if I had another load. I said that I did and she told me that she loved to have her tits fucked. I didn't know it was possible, but the thought of fucking her amazing tits made me even harder than I had been before I came. Kimberly took me out of her mouth and Michelle lay back on the bed. I moved over her and put my cock between her giant tits. She pushed them together as I tity fucked this Irish beauty. It wasn't long before I felt another orgasm building within me and with nothing holding me back, I started shooting. Jets of hot cum shot from my cock all over Michelle's tits – a couple of large jets escaped and landed on her chin in big globs. Michelle released my cock from her tits and Kimberly moved in, licking the cum from my cock and from Michelle's tits - she saved the load on Michelle's mouth for last. She licked Michelle's face clean and then held her mouth open above Michelle's. Cum dripped from her mouth into Michelle's before they again kissed. The rest of the weekend was just as amazing, with us fucking and sucking each other in every way we could think of. We fucked on the couch, in the shower and every place else we happened to be when the feeling took us. I came in Michelle's ass and in her pussy and got to watch Kimberly lick her clean just as she had had done to her. When the weekend was over my cock was so sore from use I could barely piss – but oh was it worth it!

Title: The Changing Dream by Joshuea Tags: Anthropomorphic, Black Wolf, Half-Wolf, Humanoid, Morphing, Plot Development, Series, Werewolf, Wolf "Run faster, RUN FASTER!" Joshua told himself. He was running as fast as he could, trying to outrun the great feral wolf that was chasing him. Although he was running as hard as his legs would carry him the gravel road beneath him only allowed him to propel himself but so fast, and with every step the wolf got closer and closer. Afraid to look behind him each step he took he found himself cringing waiting to feel the bite of the wolf. Unable to resist a quick glance he finally peeked over his shoulder to see the wolf's mouth open with gums rolled back about to make the inevitable bite on him. He felt the breath on the back of his leg and just as the wolf's fangs began to sink into his leg, his eyes flew open and he was once again sitting in his bed, cold sweat pouring from his skin. "Ah... That same dream again." he muttered to himself as he turned to silence his alarm clock. This was but another restless night to be chalked up thanks to the wolf in his nightmares. This wolf had now plagued his dream so many times that he had lost count long ago and no longer cared about the number. After silencing his alarm clock Joshua threw the covers that remained on his bed from his thrashing off to the floor. As he was gathering up his now sweat drenched sheets he couldn't resist a glance at the calendar that hung there above his nightstand where his alarm clock lay. There displayed for the month of November was a proud black wolf. As he turned his gaze from the picture of the calendar all around his eyes were bombarded with more photos and images of wolves. Wolves had always been his favorite animal for as long as he could remember. There beauty, grace, capability to stand alone or with a pack, and they loved the night, as did he. This worked in the favor of Joshua for he worked as a night guard at the local prison and was on one of the night shifts there, so he got to see a lot of nighttime. He decided he had gazed at his pictures for long enough and decided to get his shower and continue on about his day. He places his sheets in a pile on his bed while he steps into his closet and grabs his bathrobe dawning it before stepping out of his bedroom. It was often colder in the rest of the house that Joshua lived in than it was in his bedroom so he often grabbed his bathrobe even if only leaving his small sanctuary but for a moment. Robe now on he gathers back together his sheets to take them to the laundry room to start there washing while he got his shower. After getting his sheets started washing Joshua walks back to the bathroom across the hall from his bedroom and into its dark embrace. As he enters he turns the light on and begins to take off his bathrobe reminded just why he likes animals so much, they actually have more hair than he does. He was your average 6'3" white male. Brown hair, brown eyes, and 5 o'clock shadow. But what was unusual about him is what normally remained hidden by his clothes. He was covered in hair from head to toe. He often blamed his love of animals on his "kindred" appearance he shared with them. He decided he had revolted himself long enough and went on about getting his shower. After washing off the sweat that hat drenched him the night before, he dried himself off and quickly slipped across the hallway into his bedroom. He quickly found the clothing he was going to wear that day and decided to go on about the rest of his day, or evening rather, considering it was 2 o'clock in the evening. It happened to be his day off this day today and he had decided to make a trip down to the mall and hang out for the day. Before he left he decided to relocate his sheets from the clothes washer to the drier so they would be waiting for him when he got home that evening. When he got home later that night he decided to get another shower and just call it a night. He walked into his laundry room and carried his sheets back to his bed dropping them into a pile until he had gotten his shower. After completing his shower he walked back into his room and quickly made his bed to start another pointless attempt at a decent night sleep. He finished making up his bed and pulled the sheets back and slipped into their cool embrace. Just before slipping into his slumber he thought to himself "They say the only way to conquer your fears is to face them. Well tonight I'm facing that wolf that prowls my dreams." He relaxed, with a determined mind of conquering this fear, and slipped off into slumber. Unaware of how much or how little time had passed, he found himself once again standing on a gravel road staring into the eyes of a large black and white wolf with nothing between them but air and tension so heavy it was weighing down on Joshua's shoulders. The wolf didn't move a muscle, Joshua felt as though the wolf was staring into his literal soul. Unable to take the pressure of the staring contest between himself and the wolf he turned to start running away, as usual, provoking the wolf into pursuit him. After making it a few steps he had a jolt of memory come back to him, he was supposed to face this wolf. He attempted to spin around to face the wolf on one foot but found the wolf was already much closer than he had anticipated. Seeing its target turning to face it the wolf lunged at Joshua with its front paws hitting him square in the chest knocking him flat of his back. It happened so fast that Joshua barely had time to grasp what had just happened but one thing he did know was standing straddle of his chest was the large wolf staring down into his eyes. He felt himself want to fight back and try to throw the wolf off of him but he found himself lost in the eyes of this beautiful animal. Knowing that he was now at the mercy of the wolf he brought his arms up and try to at least protect his face and as he did so he felt a sharp pain in his right arm as the wolf sunk its fangs deep into his arm. He felt the pain surge through his body and jerked up sitting in his bed once again. He felt of his arm expecting to feel blood pouring from it but felt nothing just hair, skin, and strangely still the pain of the bite. "This is to weird." he told himself as he got up placing his bathrobe on again, he went to his bathroom to try to run water over his arm in an attempt that it would soothe the pulsing pain. As entered the bathroom he turned the light on and standing there where his reflection should have been was some sort of wolf man staring back at him. Startled by what was looking back at him in the mirror he stumbled back into the wall suddenly out of breath. He slowly decided to take a second look into the mirror to confirm what he thought he saw. And there in the mirror was that same wolf face that was there when he had turned on the light. It wasn't so much of a werewolf face but more like a gentle cross between his previous human face and the face of a wolf. He looked down at his arms to see that what was just dark hair has been replaced with literal fur. He slowly took his bathrobe off to see that he was now two toned in fur. His stomach and chest were now covered in a sheen white fur, as he looks back up at the mirror he notices the white fur runs up the front of his throat and to the tip of his now wolven muzzle. He also notices as he looks into the mirror that his brown hair has now become part of his fur and has changed black and sticking up out of this tuft of fur is two black ears lined in white. As for the rest of his fur he was as black as the midnight, except for, where did that tail come from? He looks behind himself and sees a large black tail tipped with white hanging behind him like a large, furry, limp noodle. As he turns back around he notices his normal five toed feet have now changed into a four toed paw and his ankle was higher off the ground than it had been when he had his human foot. If he had still had his normal feet he would have been standing on the ball of his foot although he felt perfectly balanced and comfortable. He looked at his hands and they too had changed. The palms of his hands now had pads just as a wolf's front feet did and also just as his now *very* closely related wolf counterpart his fingernails had been replaced with claws. It was all too much for him to take and he ran outside thinking and hoping he was still dreaming or hallucinating or something, *anything!* As he stepped out of his front door he was met with another whole new world of things to take in. He could hear what seemed like everything, every rustle in the grass, every snap of twigs, even the wind itself now played a melodious tune in his head. He could also smell all sorts of new and unusual odors in the air that while he may have been able to slightly detect before were now each and everyone noticeable and distinct. Even his skin had become more responsive for as the breeze whisked through his fur it sent a chill to his bone and he felt like he could feel every strand of fur move in rhythm with the wind. It was at this point it also occurred to him he had ran out of his home with just his underwear on and he was not cold, and seeing as it was still dark it did not bother him at the moment. In that instant he had went from panicking to a more relaxed state. In the midst of hearing more than he ever had, smelling new scents had never smelled, and being outside in his underwear he felt strangely calm and happy. Then he felt something he had never felt before. His tail had also reacted to the sudden change in his mood and had slowly begun to twitch itself back and forth. As it did he found it slightly amusing which made it start to wag even larger. He then took a couple steps off of his front porch and felt the cool grass mash down under his pawed foot and was met with light of the moon shining down on him, he had always enjoyed looking at the night sky but now it was something truly amazingly beautiful. That giant light in the sky that provided none of its own light, an empty reflective shell, still gave him a peace that he could not to have begun to explain. He just collapsed into the grass and sat staring at the moon almost feeling entranced by its beauty. Everything that had just happened to him suddenly didn't matter, all of his cares drifted as far away as that shining moon that was encompassing his vision. After what could have been an eternity as far as he was concerned, he broke his stare from the moon and got to his feet deciding he needed to get some sleep before he had to head to work that night. Now exhausted from all that had just happened, as he walked back into his bedroom he looked at the clock only to realize that he had only been asleep for about an hour when all of the night's events had perspired. Too tired to worry about what was to face him tomorrow he fell on his bed and was almost instantly asleep to sleep the most peaceful sleep that he had could remember. To be continued...

Title: The Simple Things. Chapter Six. by Roofles Tags: Chocolate Labrador, Human, M/M, Plot Development The Simple Things Chapter Six By Roofles I woke up with dog breath in my face. That was a first. Humid gusts of morning breath smelling of kibble 'n bits. With warm fuzzy arms and the naked torso of a dog, still, even in his sleep, grinding against me. Full Frontal nudity was more subtle than this chocolate Labrador was being at this second in time. It wasn't even noon yet. I was only fully aware of how close Richard was when I opened my eyes. His large black nose was nearly touching my own, I could feel the dampness of it. His muzzle was open, if only slightly, and that breath was lazily drifting out over his still smiling black lips. That pink tongue was poking out between his teeth and with it a tendril of drool that oozed down it's length and onto the pillow we were sharing. Which brought two things to mind. How uncomfortably close Richard was, snoozing away (naked no less). And the fact I was still sticky. The bed was warm and stunk of our bodies and the aftermath of last night. The warm sheets felt like anacondas tied around me as I tried to wrestle them off, while trying my damndest not to wake the dog; half afraid he'd be up for round two. Our combined weight had sunk the center of the bed forming a sort of ditch for our two bodies to be stuck in. And Richard, with his clinging neediness, was making this all the harder as I tried to escape the man trap that was this bed. And him. So in the end, within the minute that passed by, I gave up. Just savored and enjoy the warm feel of the dog with me and closed my eyes trying to ignore the breath still panting in my face. All I could hear was that heavy ragged breath of a dog snoozing away as if it were just a sunny afternoon. His groin was pressed, firmly, against my own bare naked flesh and I felt rather overwhelmed by the size of it filling not only his groin but my own as he pressed it firmly against me once more. And I was sure he was still leaking. That warm ooze smearing on my thigh as he rolled his hips back and forth against me. A part of me feared this hadn't happened; that it was just another lust induced fantasy. And the other part of me honestly soon regretted that it in fact had thought such things. Of the very implications behind what had accord between the two of us, and the thickness I felt rubbing against my thigh was only the daunting proof of it (not counting my sore behind). Not that I had done it with Richard. I wouldn't regret something like that, him being a dog was a first I'd have to admit. But a coworker, again. And the fact if this became public my career as a statistical annalist and date reconfiguration and data input specialist would come to an end. It took me months to remember that title! I didn't have it in me to remember a new one. Thoughts plagued me like horse flies biting whenever I tried to shoo them away. These thoughts only grew worse as Richard rubbed against me once more closing in the already sparse space between us. His body...felt good against me. Warm, furry, strong man body that was. It was hard to resist just snuggling up against him, he was just so inviting. So I didn't even try too. Richard took a slow, deep, labored breath as I rested my head against his chest. I could hear his heart beat through that thick fluffy brown fur. And though I would worry about "real life" matters later today, I enjoyed living in this moment. My arm snuck around his back and hugged him. I got a wag for that. My fingers gripped the fur on his back tightly, feeling the thickness of his hide. And I found myself the one to let out a shaking breath against him. That made his fur stand up a bit. He really just felt so damn good in my arms. It had been a while since I had such a man with me before, let alone to be snuggling in the morning hours with. And spooning. Toes rubbing against my feet before gliding up my lower leg and back down. Using the sole under pads to press down on and massage my bare flesh where they could reach. The warmth and pressure of those paw pads eased my doubts and worries and I enjoyed it even when he wrapped a leg around me. The chocolate Labrador moved then, slowly at first as he adjusted his positioning. And then rolled over on top of me in a single smooth motion smothering me under him. Richard wasn't much bigger than I was but the heavy mutt seemed to have gain a hundred pounds. So I did the only logical thing. I kicked him off the bed. Richard let out a startled yelp and clung the blankets, pulling them with him, as he toppled off the bed and onto the ground. The mess laid on the ground as the crumbled pile of blankets; before a spot amongst the covers perked up and the sheets slipped off a rather annoyed looking chocolate lab face. "Of course, you know this means war." Richard said looking at me without a trace of amusement on his face. That was until he grabbed my leg and with a twisted grin began tickling mercilessly. I didn't think dull blunt dog nails could manage such a task so effortlessly. So of course I kicked out as I tried to pull away as he tormented me so. He only seemed to enjoy my struggles, assuring me over my nearly crying laughter that my attempts were "futile" and I should "give in to his demands." Richard was enjoying this far more than I. "What!" I gasp trying not to kick him in the face, thankfully I missed though. Didn't stop me from trying again. "Demands?" "First," Richard said giving a toothy grin, gripping my ankle and pulling it roughly and dragging me nearly a good half foot closer. His muzzle could easily dip down and into my groin if he so chose. "A good morning would be nice." The tip of his tongue poked out between his teeth as his tail wagged. I hit him with the drool stained pillow. He didn't let go. "Fine, fine!" Richard gave in letting go as I raised the pillow for round two; though afterward I wondered why I had resisted such a thing. Maybe the idea of having myself...burying my bone into a fanged muzzle was too unnerving for me. Richard backed off a bit raising his hands in defeat. Of course this was only to let my guard down as he pounced. I didn't realize how...playful he was. Now that the boundary between us had been...forcibly penetrated. Richard might've not been much bigger than I was but he was stronger. Pinning my arms above my head, grinning down in front of my face, as he straddled my hips, the dumb dog wagged his tail happily in victory. His fatty sack hung over my groin and the dog didn't even seem to notice, or care, that we were both naked. And holding my arms down, he bent over and with parted lips kissed me good morning. "Mornin', sug." He drolled in a thick southern voice that made me flush like a horny milk maid. "'Ope, you had fun times last ni'," he continued and I gave a weak struggle in turn. His tail wagged and his face soften as he looked over my face to make sure I wasn't in pain and that I didn't mind being pinned down by the far more dominate male; my groin being tea bagged by him as he rapped my face with his. I didn't mind much... It was nice of him to care. "You pr'tty purty for a cream puff." And I had to crack a smile at that. "A cream puff?" "White, doughie and filled with cream." Richard returned with a grin he poked my belly. "Asswipe." I replied tactfully. "What?" He gasped in feign offense, placing a hand paw on his chest. "Moi?" Then he scowled as if offended. "Just because I'm a brown dog doesn't mean..." But he couldn't even finish it as he gave another smirk and a laugh; nosing down at me and kissing my ear with a slurping lick. His whole body hugging me before I managed to roll him over onto his side and off of me, the fat dog. He rested with his face on the bed, just laying on one cheek, and looking over at me with those big uncooked brownie eyes and a smile on his thin black lips. He was perfectly content, happy in this moment and I didn't want to rain on his parade - though the idea of bursting his, metaphorical, bubble was appealing. Though I was afraid Richard might be taking this whole thing more than what it was. It was hard to tell with the touchy feeling canine-sapian. From friendly gestures, to more than friendly to even more friendly. I wasn't sure what he thought of us or this or how things were going to turn out. And so, as we headed down to get breakfast, I asked him. "Hm?" Was the fish hook eyebrow, tilt of the head confused, bewildered expression he gave me as I asked. "What do you mean?" Richard had that naïve almost childlike look to his face as if he didn't even understand the question I had asked. "Us. As in the whole," and I used a sausage and a bagel from the morning buffet to demonstrate. My rear still hurt just even making the gesture. I'd be walking funny for a week at least. Oh sure Richard was big but having a cork knot shoved up your plumping was another story all together. I ain't no virgin nun nor am I a slutty bastard that shoves tennis balls up there; so this was both a familiar and new...rump for me. Richard seemed to take pride in the fact I was walking as if I had ridden a horse bare back (and I mean without a saddle, the feral kind...sicko). I told him to just shut up about. He replied with a naïve "what?" Looking aghast at the very comment as if he were some kind of saint...bernard or something. So I knew, now, he was lying his fuzzy tail off. "Well usually when a daddy and daddy love each other, little Richard." I said in a mocking tone, as a parent would to basically scold their stupid child for being stupid. "They like to play with their special places. Afterward however," and I made a sad face. "Things can get complicated." And with a nod, still using the condescending voice, I finished with a shrug and a shake of my head. And, just as Richard would, he replied right afterward with a simple word. "Why?" Like a child who never stopped asking questions. I wanted to pound my face against the table before us and my fist against his face. As well as laugh at the childish tone he used, playing off my remark with a capital T. The chocolate lab had cocked his head to the other side, still with the fish hook in his eyebrow. His tail wagged and he did well to hide the smile trying to escape. He raised his hands up before I could start again however. "I'm just having fun with you," Richard said I assume applying in more ways than one as he would. "That's what you said last night." I countered pointing my fork at me. Richard shook his head almost gentleman like. "I'm not forking you." At my frown from this he countered with something else. "No, your right. I think my exact words were," gripping the table he closed his eyes bowing down and made several crude, grunting, groaning and moaning sounds rather loudly in the not so empty room. "Don't stop, ah! Yeah. Take it like that. Oh, Alexander." He added just to flavor things up. I, of course, was flushing at this point and trying to hide my face from those looking at us. "I hate you." Was all I could really say on the matter. "I seriously, honestly hate you." And I heard the all too familiar thump of a tail wagging against a chair. The chocolate Labrador just smiled that soft natural smile, he made it look so easy and effortlessly to be so...genuine. One of his hands played with a fork, the other rested near where I had left mine on the table. And the dog brushed a hind paw against my leg as he watched me with those soft uncooked brownie dough eyes. I couldn't match his smile or meet his eyes so took a cue from him and used my fork as an excuse to hold my attention rather than to look at him. Playing with it with both hands and rubbing the cool steel between my fingers. Richard was the first to break the awkward tension forming in the air around us as I did all I could to delay this conversation. "You don't regret it do you?" He asked as if wondering about my opinion on the weather we were having and rather on something far different and more serious. His words only increased the awkwardness between us. "Yeah." I replied but ended up coughing half way and clearing my throat after as my voice seemed to have become lost halfway through the word. A single word that made my tongue feel like led. So I gave, an even weaker, nod in turn. "Ok," Richard nodded back and gave a half wag of his tail and a half smile. Those floppy ears drooped and his eyes became downcast, as if, like myself, engrossed in curiosity about the silverware we had. I was too aware of the fact he had withdrawn his other hand, if only slightly, away from my own. So I began about something else. A cheery topic that we could banter back and forth about as we got breakfast and enjoyed what little time we had before work. It went well and things were far more relaxed but Richard didn't have the gusto he once had. Like letting the air out of a balloon, he just deflated and gave half ass replies by the end of it. And by the time we were going to work I felt a rather large pit in my stomach forming as I used him, my only friend here. I might've been thinking too much about it but even so we parted ways as we came inside the office I was becoming far too intimate with. It was a weak goodbye and I made sure to say I'd see him later. Richard gave a weak smile and a wave before heading off, I was sure to go sniff out some more donuts. Mr. Gold was waiting for us and quickly dismissed Richard to do some menial task I hadn't even heard about before, even before he could manage to reach the breakroom; shooing him off like an annoying gnat. I wanted to chew Mr. Gold's tail off for that but knew it was only because, I myself, was feeling bad about what had happened between us. I'd apologize later today about it and was sure I was just reading too far into things. "It is good to see you this morning, Mr. Wright!" The lion boomed in that domineering voice that shook the very cubicles next to us. He once more threw his arms high into the air before slapping them, painfully so, onto my shoulders. I felt my knees wanting to buckle once more. Even with a very noticeable wince of pain the lion didn't even let go as if not even aware he had caused it. I could see a grin forming under those jowls though. "How did you sleep?" He inquired with fake interests; something Richard had never shown me before. The dog had actually held onto my every word, and even apart from him for a couple of minutes was becoming hard. "The room provided is above my expectations." I replied formally, and truthfully, offering what little smile I could in turn my thoughts clearly elsewhere. One paw disappeared from a shoulder and the other arm snaked around before nearly squeezing me under his armpit, guiding me as if I was an old frat buddy he hadn't seen in forever, down between the cubicles and towards the conference room. "I am glad! Glad that it is to your liking." Mr. Gold droned on about how the room was his idea and the hotel was picked on his recommendation. I swear he just loved hearing himself speak. Or take credit for things. No wonder why he was able to become boss of this branch, only greasy worms had enough gull to run a business like this. As we headed down between cubicles and the side offices I looked past the massive form that was Mr. Gold and tried to see the chocolate Labrador that escaped to some unknown place on this floor. My first thought was to break away from the lion and go look in the break room for him; but shook my head on the matter trying to reassure myself I would just apologize later. I felt the pit in my gut grow larger as I caught no sight or tail of the dog and found myself being dragged, practically, into the central office on the other side. And away from his once warm embrace. The massive office was decorated primarily by the single large table within the very middle of the room; it took up a good three-fifths of the room. It was long and stretched from nearly one side to the other. It was some rich kind of oak and polished until you could see your face in it. It was surrounded by different sized chairs, I assume for different species. Massive windows were directly across from the door, overlooking the city. A place one could stand an observe the ants crawling around on the ground below. Some plants had been set up to try to add some life to this place but the very air within made me think of some desolated bad lands. Empty, lifeless, dry air. At first I figured I was going to be some kind of main course to their breakfast, slathered and roasted with an apple in my mouth. Though the idea of just being butt naked in front of them were far more frightening, like going to school in just your underwear kind of fear. These thoughts all but vanished as I saw the three people on the other side of the table. Two older males and a female that would've made a perfect librarian. Her hair was up in a neat bun and thin rimmed glasses rested on the very edge of her nose. She wore a tight suit and though she might've been a looker back before the second world war, time had taken a cruel turn reducing her to what she was now. White, waxy ghastly pale white skin that was stretched on high cheek bones and pulled back as if she had a face lift. She was nearly a twig and the neat bun on her head was far too brown; possibly a wig or a bad dye job. Either way I didn't dare ask as Mr. Gold introduced us. "Ms. Parkeson," The lion introduced her first making me aware of her standings. He all but ignored the two old farts next to her; each looking as if they were about to croak any second now. For a half second I thought he made a bad Parkinson joke before it dawned on me that was her actual name. "This is the man I told you about the other day, Mr. Wright, from the central office." Mr. Gold gave a very large, a bit frightening, smile at this. She didn't even bat an eye. For an old granny she had some balls, I'll give her credit for that. Even I took a step back from the lion. "Who wasn't at the corporate meeting yesterday." She said with nigh vehemence to her voice as if this was a great insult. Her voice was soft and held a high sense of dignity to it. It sounded more like she was reprimanding me about an overdue book than about missing some meeting and even more offended for it. "This has been noted." She added, making a sharp check on the folder in front of her. Both me and Mr. Gold winced at the sharp pen stroke that should've sliced the paper in two. Possibly even the desk. Not only was I feeling bad about how I left things with Richard but now I felt even worse for making Mr. Gold have to deal with this she-devil by himself. No wonder why he was pushing this issue so much. If a corporate head, I assume her to be, was here this was indeed a bigger issue than I had even feared. And everyone was feeling the pressure of her visit. "My apologies," I spoke up trying to draw some focus away from my would be boss (at least for the next few weeks). "I was prepping my would-be replacement on some of the new central policies that had been implemented the past few weeks. As well as going over the data sheets and reviewing the source of the issue that resulted in this mess." I wish I chose my words better but it was the best way to describe how neglect and disorganization had left the Western branch in a state of near bankruptcy. Not that far gone just the quota wasn't being met at the end of the day. And in the end that's all Central cared about. They don't even really care about the cause of it just so long as the quota gets met. Most the time this is done by firing people randomly, blaming it on someone or some department and just bringing in new bodies in the thought it was the people to blame rather than the system itself. It was an ignorant way of thinking that only someone high above the rest would come to the conclusion too. When all you see is the ending numbers you don't care how you got to them. "Yes," she adjusted her glasses with one hand and stared at me with dull sunken eyes. I shivered. Then she blinked and looked back down at the file in front of her. "A Mr. Richpaw, was it?" She asked more on the name itself than if he was indeed the replacement I had mention. I saw the corner of her mouth curl into a smile that would put Qualia De Vil to shame. Apparently the names a canine-sapien had was amusing. Be it the fact it had paw in it or the notion that he could be "rich" I wasn't sure nor did I ask. "How is...he," she used the word far too loosely for my taste. "Coming along?" "He is already familiar with most of the the new protocols as well as familiar with the Section E and D of the Geeko report." Geeko was a loose term we used for the central filing system at Central. She was familiar with it but from the corner of my eye I could see the confusion on Mr. Gold's face. He still smiled and gave a nearly flawless appearance he was keeping up. "I believe by the time I leave, Mr. Richpaw will be a superb data configuration rep." She frowned at this. And without even looking made another note on the file. Then her pen scrolled along the paper underneath the mark, writing a report and her opinion on it, with such perfect finesse that it would put an old English novelist to shame. She really needed to get laid. At the thought I winced, squeezing my rear and feeling a familiar sharp pain from it. I grimaced and tried to play it off as a smile. Richard plays too ruff. Even in a middle of an important meeting like this all I could think about was that dumb chocolate Labrador. The rest of the meeting was more Q and A that was interrupted only by a "courtesy" platter provided by Mr. Gold. The three didn't seem to find this to be amusing nor a necessary thing. When you don't eat, drink or breathe you didn't need normal sustenance I figured. Apparently it was customary with animal-sapien offices to have breaks during meetings to have a snack. Not that it was unheard of but when someone brings in pork flanks and leg of lamb there was a difference between snacking and meal. It was a disgusting sight to watch as Mr. Gold and his two companions, the timber wolf and bear from before, had their meal. The two were much like the older gentleman with Ms. Parkeson. They didn't say much more than be nodding yes men for the other who acted like a mouth piece for them. I couldn't imagine how the brown-nosers got to the seat where they were at now... It was a sad, pitiful sight and made me sick. My only real job from then on was to make Mr. Gold look good and though I wouldn't be his yes man, much to his chagrin, I was able to apply my own outlook on the matter. And things rolled on nicely enough. I think I spoke too much of my own mind as I was soon dismissed, an hour or so later that was, by the very lion who had forced me to come along. "If there is nothing else," Mr. Gold said abruptly standing. "I think Mr. Wright should be getting back to his duties. Lots of work to be done, things to be filed, replacement to be taught." He joked with a booming laugh but the paw on my back had its nails extended and I was sure Mr. Gold would've loved to just accompany me out and away from the rest of the corporate visit. That or he was trying to shove his paw up my caboose and use me as a puppet like the other two were for him. I was more than happy to leave by myself though I was told to be seen out at least to make it look good for Mr. Gold in front of the corporate head. It was the timber wolf, Mr. Tundra, that showed me out. The wolf didn't seem to be as annoyed by this than I figured he would be. I was however from the crude grin on his scruffy muzzle. "Hah," he barked keeping a hand on my shoulder. "Leave them to deal with that bitch." I was sure he was using the politically correct term for her, given his position. "We can at least get out and have a little fun." There was something to that last part I wasn't sure about, I figured I was hearing things. Or reading into the matter. "Yeah." I half-chuckled in reply unsure what else to say on the matter and feeling dumb for it. We walked a bit further out before taking an sharp right and heading towards the much larger office rooms on the far side. The main floor was taken up by cubicles, one side held the main conference room and then there were two sets of office rooms. On the left side were the smaller ones used for, basically, storage. This is where I and Richard was forced to hold up. On the other side, the right side, was three decent sized offices. One larger than the next and one larger than the other two; I could only figure it was the ranking system and thus Mr. Gold held the largest office. Mr. Tundra was a decently built man. He was covered in a thick coat of a dark gray, almost blue, fur with stripes of black separating the white furry underside. It was as if a child had outlined the separate color sections from one another. Though his fur was thick it wasn't clean nor smooth like Richard's was and had a far more...scruffy exterior to it. Far more...wild dog than domestic dog that Richard was. I could even smell his musk from where I was standing. "You have fun with Richard last night?" He gave a toothy one sided grin, one large fang rubbing his bottom lip. I wasn't sure what he was implying nor let anything slip as we continued walking I hoped and figured towards the break room somewhat next to the offices. "We worked mostly. So if that's what you find fun." I replied with a shrug wondering why he was steering us towards the smallest of the three offices, and presumably, his own. "I bet you guys had a hard night. Bent over the desk cramming your heads together to get the work done." Things took a far more crude turn as there was a change of tone in his voice and a bit of a deeper than normal growl. "I should get back to my work." I tried to squeeze past but an arm cut me off and the door shut behind him, nearly on his own tail. "No rush, little lamb." He growled softly letting it vibrate out his neck and over his dull gray lips. A finger traced under my chin and brought my eyes up to meet his. It was then that I realized the look in those eyes. The one that I had seen the first time I was introduced to the canine. A look a hungry wolf would give a stray sheep. "I think you have the wrong idea." I started off putting my foot down right away though trying to keep it lighthearted in case it wasn't as I thought it was. Or feared. "Now now," he grinned some more that one sided sneer of dark amusement. He tapped his nose once with a finger. "I can smell it." And he took a step forward so I in turn took a step back. "When I first read over your file I thought you were just another paper pushing dweeb." I frowned at that but he opened his arms and shook his head. "And then you go an get all buddy buddy with our little Richy." He teased at the name. "I get it," he shrugged once more. "You wanted to play with a mutt." Then leaned a bit closer. "You should be playing with," he puffed up his chest a bit. "A real canine." And a tongue snaked out to lick over his exposed fangs. "Look, Mr. Tundra." I began raising a hand to stop his advance and bumped the desk behind me. "Call me Roger, we're buddies aren't we?" He offered with excitement in his eyes. Eyes that slowly ran down over me and back up. "Roger," I said if only to get his attention. "You're mistaken." Then he tilted his head back an barked a single laugh. A hand unbuttoned his shirt one by one, skillfully so with those dull blunt claws. "I can smell him on you, you know." He sneered a bit as if insulted but it twisted back once more into an amused grin. "Most can't but a canine can, at least, smell where another canine has been." And the large male took a step forward pressing his very groin at me and I moved back, bumping into the desk behind me once more. I wanted to say something but a muzzle clamped itself around my lips pressing a tongue forcibly inside and swirling it around quickly, stealing my would be retory away with it. A slurping suck and a loud swallow made the wolf growl as he shoved me back up onto the desk, grabbing my legs and pressing against me. Clawing at my sides to force my shirt up and gripping my back as that muzzle came at me once more. So I pushed back away and nearly fell off the desk. In my surprised I ended up grabbing Mr. Tundra's head and roughly pulling it against me, and from the position I was in, ended up planting that muzzle, snout first, into my groin. To say the least I was surprised. Not as much as Mr. Tundra was. Both of us stayed there far longer than either planned before I let go and promptly fell off the desk. My legs still hung off the edge of it as the chair half caught my fall. With a bump on my head I managed to get up, rubbing at it fiercely with slight tears in my eyes. "I got to get back to work." I said sharper than I intended and didn't even care at this point. With a snort, a lick over his nose the wolf didn't stop me but gave me an even cruder grin with a "being seeing you later." And with another shiver I shut the door, adjusted and fixed myself up (ignoring the doe who was watching me the whole time) and quickly made my way back to my office. Our office I should say, and where Richard was. Hoping my dishevel appearance wouldn't be questioned before I could explain. "Hey," I greeted him friendly enough looking over my shoulder and shutting the door behind me. With a half laugh I started telling him what happened, "you wouldn't believe it." I said getting only halfway through before Richard excused him self with a courtly "got work to do." It was far sharper than I had ever heard from him and the downcast dog quickly made his way out, shoving past me and with a bowed head headed off to do whatever it is dogs do when they are blue. "Well fuck," I sighed and ended up resting my head onto the desk, leaving it at that as I watched the clock on the wall tick by wondering what had gone wrong.

Title: Friends: Shower Surprise Tags: ross watched, monica standing, monica breasts, ross knew, held rachel, face ross, smiled ross, clit monica, shower surprise, monica hands **Friends: Deleted Scenes - Shower Surprise** Monica and Rachel were lying together, naked in Rachel's bed after a morning of lovemaking. Monica rested her head on Rachel's shoulder. Her fingertips brushed her roommate's breast, as Rachel stroked her hair. Monica broke the silence. "You know, we have to find some way to tell Ross about us," she said softly. Rachel was silent for a moment. "Yeah, I know. But after what Carol did to him, I'm afraid he'll freak out and break up with me. There has to be some way of telling him what you and I mean to each other, without him getting all jealous and freaked about it." "Yeah, somehow," Monica replied, thoughtfully. Then she raised up on an elbow and looked at Rachel. "Maybe... maybe he needs to SEE us, you know... together... but in a non-threatening way." "Oh, I think I know how we can do this," Rachel said excitedly. She filled in Monica on her idea. A few evenings later, Ross knocked and poked his head in their door. Rachel was standing in the kitchen in her bathrobe. "Hi, sweetie," she smiled, going to him. "I'm so glad you could come over." "Me, too," he gushed, kissing her. "So, what is it that you wanted." "I've planned a surprise for you. You know how you like watching me undress for you, before we make love?" Her finger traced circles on his chest. "Uh, oh yeah!" "Well, I'm already naked under my robe, and I was going to take a shower, so..." Rachel cleared her throat, staring at Ross' lips, before she kissed him. "I thought maybe you'd like to watch... me, naked... water running down my body, and..." "Um, OKAY!" he said quickly. Rachel giggled at him. Some days, Ross still couldn't believe that Rachel Green was his girlfriend. AND that he'd had sex with her. 78 times so far, by his count. Knowing where this could lead, why would he be so stupid to pass up the opportunity? She led him to the bathroom. The water was already running in the shower-tub and the curtain was closed. Rachel dropped her robe, revealing her nude body. On tip-toes, she kissed him seductively. He felt her silky skin. Then she turned and pushed aside the shower curtain. Ross saw his sister standing in the tub, water running over her. "Omigod, Monica," he said, looking away, then reaching for the door knob. "We're sorry. I guess Rach didn't know you were in here. We'll go now." "No, no, sweetie," Rachel said, stopping him. "She's supposed to be here." "What?" Ross asked, confused. "Well... honey... when Carol left you for Susan, well... that was wrong. But that doesn't always happen. I love you very much. And you need to know that nothing will ever come between us." Ross was beginning to get a hint of what she was saying. "But... so you mean..." He looked at Monica, naked, then quickly averted his eyes again. Monica smiled to herself. Rachel went on. "Monica and I have a closer relationship than I've ever had with anyone but you. And that can be a beautiful thing. We wanted you to know about us, and we wanted you to know that what you and I have..." She kissed him again, and he returned her kiss hesitantly. "...will never be hurt by what Monica and I have. So I thought that the best way would be for you to see us together, and see how wonderful that can be." Monica stepped out of the shower and left little wet footprints on the floor as she went to them. "Ross, I never want to come between you and Rachel," she said, looking into his eyes. "But you need to know that this is real." She smiled at Rachel and caressed her naked shoulder. "As real as you and Rachel. And it isn't going away." She gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek. "Please be okay with this," she requested. "Um," Ross said, looking at the two naked women standing in front of him, "I guess I could be." He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was curious about what the girls had planned to show him. They both smiled and kissed him, one on each cheek. Monica hopped back into the tub. Ross sat down on the lowered toilet lid. Rachel lingered and rubbed his chest, tracing her hand down to his crotch. "I want you to enjoy this, honey," she said seductively, before accenting her words with a kiss and a little squeeze to his package. She went to join Monica, who was already standing under the shower head. He'd never seen his sister naked before. He was intrigued by her body and found himself comparing it to Rachel's, which he knew so well. She was slimmer than Rachel. He knew that she jogged regularly, and did yoga with Phoebe. Now he saw the payoff of her workouts. Monica's breasts were fuller and a bit lower than his girlfriend's. But he noticed her breasts lift up, as she reached up and ran her hands through her damp shoulder length hair, re-soaking it. Her eyes were closed and her head was slightly back. His sister looked just like a pictorial he'd seen in Playboy a few years before, though she looked even better than the model. As Rachel stepped into the tub, Monica opened her eyes and looked at Rachel, then over at Ross. He quickly looked down, with the feeling that he'd been caught doing something wrong. Monica laughed, not at all embarrassed that her brother was checking her out. "Ya know, you can look at me, Ross," she said good-naturedly. "That's kind of why we're all here." Monica turned and faced into the shower spray. "Isn't she beautiful, sweetie?" Rachel said, to let him know that watching Monica was all right with her too. She placed her hands on Monica's shoulders and gently kissed between them. The water scattering off Monica's body created little droplets on Rachel's chest and face. Ross could feel an erection starting to build in his pants. Monica turned and placed her hands on Rachel's arms. "Let's get you wet, too, Rach." Ross couldn't believe he was hearing these words from his sister, and wondered if Monica meant it as a double entendre. He saw them loosely hug, so neither would slip as they switched places. Rachel tilted her head back and both girls' hands massaged her brown hair as the water drenched it. Monica was standing very close to Rachel. Ross watched their breasts touching lightly against each other, nipples very hard. Then they became pressed together as Monica's hands rubbed Rachel's back. Rivulets of water traced their way down both women's' bodies. His eyes followed Monica's hands, moving lower to the small of Rachel's back. So close to his girlfriend's ass. "Will she touch it?" he wondered. "Will... will she grab it... and... and maybe... squeeze it?" Rachel and Monica gazed at each other, smiling. Ross' focus on Monica's hands was ripped away as Rachel kissed Monica. That gentle kiss became more passionate and he watched his sister's tongue darting in and out of Rachel's mouth. His hard-on was bulging his pants by this time. He discretely pressed his palm against it and slowly rubbed as he watched the scene unfold. Rachel broke their kiss and roughly grabbed Monica's ass, giggling. She squeezed and pulled Monica's hips against her own. "Mmmm, I love this little ass!" Monica's hands finally went to Rachel's butt. "Well, I like yours too. And I bet Ross agrees with me." They looked over at him, hand pressed against his crotch. "Honey, you can touch yourself while you watch us," she went on with a sultry tone. "In fact, I'd kind of like to see you doing that." "Yeah, Ross," Monica added, "you've seen what we have... so, show us what you have." Ross unzipped his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, to the floor. His cock sprang up. "WOW! That's big!" Monica exclaimed. "Rachel, you're a very lucky girl." She gave a little laugh, "I know." Then she kissed her roommate. "Twice lucky." Monica smiled as she broke their embrace and picked up a bottle of body wash. "Turn around, Rach," she said. They stepped back from the water and Monica lathered up the soft skin of her friend's back and shoulders. Rachel smiled at Ross, as she watched him slowly stroke his rod. He saw Monica crouch behind his girlfriend and bring the soap suds to her butt, then down the backs of her legs. She stood, skimming her hands from ankle to shoulder, and kissed her neck. "Now the front," was all Monica needed to say. Rachel turned and offered the rest of her body to be washed by her roommate. The shower doused her hair and rinsed her back. Soapy water cascaded across her butt, down her legs and into the drain. Monica cupped a palm under the spray and directed handfuls to help rinse Rachel's shoulders. She retrieved the bottle and squirted more into her hands. She smeared them together rapidly to raise a slight foam, then one at a time, slowly washed the full length of Rachel's arms. Her head was to the side and down slightly. Monica gave a couple of sideways and upward glances as she rubbed Rachel's slim arms; her eyes saying everything without uttering a word. Both Ross and Rachel found this extremely seductive, but more so for Ross as he watched steam begin to swirl around the girls. Girls showering together had long been a fantasy for him, though he'd never told Rachel of it. And he never imagined that his little sister would be one of the women bringing this fantasy to life. Monica's soapy hands crisscrossed Rachel's chest, then began moving lower. Even though he knew by now that it would happen, he was stunned at the sight of his sister caressing his girlfriend's breasts. Ross caught himself thinking, "Now you, Rach. Rub Monica's breasts." But he could never say such a thing. A bubble floated up and landed on Monica's nose. The girls giggled as Rachel wiped it away, replacing it with a kiss. Ross found himself laughing with their playfulness. Monica continued washing Rachel's stomach and hips, then crouched in front of her and attended to her legs. "Yes," Ross said softly, not realizing that he had spoken. They both looked at him and smiled. "We do requests, too," Monica said, only half-teasing. Ross saw her head just inches from Rachel's pussy. Both girls noticed he was staring at Monica. Her smile turned dirty. "Do you like my 'position', Ross?" Monica pressed the back of her hand against Rachel's inside ankle, and her roommate moved her foot to the side of the tub. Monica went on with her sexual teasing. "Or, maybe you want me here..." she moved her face closer to Rachel. "Or here..." Monica's lips were now just an inch away. "Or here," she said, half-muffled as her mouth covered her roommate's clit. Ross was jacking strong and fast at this sight. "OH MONICA!" Rachel groaned as she threw her head back into the shower spray. She steadied herself with a hand on the wall. Monica held Rachel's thighs to keep her balance with her face in her friend's crotch. Rachel felt her give a fast, pulsed sucking to her clit, lips clamped tightly around it. Monica removed her mouth with a loud smooch. "Is that something like what you want?" Monica asked, licking her lips. "Oh, wow!" he gasped, slowing his strokes. "Ross, honey," Rachel said sweetly, "it's okay. Tell us what you want us to do." "Um... well... Monica washed you, so maybe... next you should do her." Rachel's sweetness turned a little slutty as Monica rose. "Oh, I'll "do" her... but first shouldn't I wash her?" she finished with feigned innocence. Ross gave her a slight smile. He loved how his girlfriend could be sweet and slutty at the same time. She gestured for Monica to turn around, then applied some body wash to her palms. Monica looked back over her shoulder and smiled an invitation. Rachel pressed her body into Monica's and wrapped her arms around her. Her hands began to raise a lather on Monica's body as they roamed from her neck to her crotch. Ross' unspoken wish came true as he watched Rachel fondle his sister's graceful breasts. Rachel's tits were pressed into her roommate's back and she moved her body around, transferring soap from her to Monica. She crept downward like this, until she was rubbing her chest on Monica's tight ass. Ross was jacking hard again. But this time he realized that he was completely aroused at seeing his sister's nude body covered in a sudsy, soapy film. Patches of bubbles hung below her breasts. "WAY better than that Playboy," he thought. Monica was looking down and behind her, making eye contact with Rachel as her legs and pussy were lathered. She took in a sharp breath as Rachel's finger found her clit, and then did a quick dip into her cunt. Rachel rested her cheek on Monica's soapy butt as she slid her finger back up and in. Monica moaned as Rachel finger-banged her, playing in her box. "Omigod..." he thought, "she's masturbating her... my, my girlfriend is masturbating my sister!" Ross was numb with disbelief. But he wasn't so numb that his own hand stopped it's action. Rachel drew her finger out. "Say, Mon," she said running her fingers along the outside of Monica's labia, "feels like it's time again." Monica smiled, knowing that this wasn't really true. "Ya think Ross would want to watch that?" "Well, I don't know," she said looking over her shoulder at him, "But he might want to watch what it leads to." Monica sat on the edge of the tub, resting her back into the corner of the wall. Rachel grabbed a disposable razor and held it between her teeth as she lifted Monica's feet to rest on the sides of the tub. Monica's wrists hung inside her open knees. There she was. Ross' little sister. Like she was posing for one of Joey's porn magazines. Ross admired the feminine curvature of her calves and slim thighs. His eyes went to her wet pussy lips and swollen clit. One of the nicest pussies Ross had ever seen. Flat, toned abdomen and stomach. And those perfect breasts. Ross slowed his hand. But not because seeing Monica didn't turn him on. "If I cum with Monica like that," he thought, "they'll think I want to... like... do her, or something." Yet, once the thought of having sex with Monica entered his mind, it was hard to push it away, especially as he took in all that happened next. Rachel knelt in the tub between Monica's widely spread legs. She applied a bead of body wash to Monica's trimmed pubic hair. Slowly, seductively, she worked it with her fingertips, until it brought a thick lather. Both Gellers watched her actions intently. Rachel "accidentally" brushed her thumb across her roomie's clit. Monica took a little gasp. Rachel crinkled her nose and gave her a nasty grin. She created a thick covering of soap all over Monica's genitals. Monica looked over at Ross, his eyes fixed between her legs. He looked up and she gave him a little smile, before directing his gaze back down. Taking the razor from her mouth, Rachel gently glided it over the flesh between Monica's legs. She made sure that Ross could see everything she was doing. The white film was taken away and smooth pale skin remained. Of course, the girls knew it was all for show. Monica had shaved that morning. But for Ross, he'd never imagined anything so erotic as his gorgeous girlfriend shaving his beautiful sister. Rachel moved the razor down both sides of Monica's mohawk, removing the imaginary stubble. Rachel grabbed the shower massager and stretched its long hose to the end of the tub. She set it on a gentle spray, and rinsed the soap from herself, then from Monica's body, starting at her chest. Rachel's hand rubbed along her torso and legs, ensuring that she was clean. Ross' eyes kept following the stream of water down to between Monica's legs, staring at his sister's tight pussy and that strip of hair above. He caught himself jacking hard again, and eased up to keep from cumming too soon. Rachel crouched between Monica's thighs and washed away the rest of the soap. Her face was very close. As the last of the suds was gone, Rachel took the flat of her tongue and slowly licked the full length of Monica's pussy. "Ohhhh, RACH!" Ross groaned, obviously pleased. The girls looked at him and smiled. "More, Rachel," Monica whispered. "For Ross... or for you?" Rachel said, looking up at her. "For both of us," she said sultrily, as she watched Ross masturbating his big hard dick. Rachel put her head down and went to work between Monica's legs. She flicked her tongue on Monica's clitoris. Ross saw goosebumps raise on Monica's legs and arms, as an uncontrollable shiver ran through her body. Yet, with steam still floating thickly around the bathroom, there was no way she could be chilly. Rachel put her lips around her best friend's clit and sucked gently, while the tip of her tongue continued to dance on the little fold of flesh. "YEESSSS!!" Monica moaned. She began groping her own breast, rubbing her chest and neck. Her finger hung from her open mouth as she looked at Rachel. One long French-kiss to her clit. Ross watched his sister's tits heave gently as she took shallow panting breaths. "Yes, do that... oh yes... oh Rach, I like that..." This spurred her partner on. Monica's hand left her mouth and ran through her damp dark locks. Her eyes were closed and she groaned, "Oh god, Rachel.... oh my god... oh... make me cum... make me cum, Rachel." Rachel's free hand was at her own crotch, rubbing her clit hard. She wanted Monica to cum, but she couldn't help touching herself. Her tongue was shooting in and out of Monica's box. Her partner was moaning loudly, just the way Rachel liked her. "OOOOOhh... OHHHHhhhh... MMMMMMMmmm... oh, RAAACH... lick me... lick me Rach..." Ross saw the look of ecstasy on his sister's face. He heard her sensual moaning. And part of him wanted to create that look and those moans. Ross had been keeping himself right on the verge of ejaculation. He would masturbate hard and fast until he was almost there, then he'd back off and slowly stroke himself. Fondling his balls. Thinking about both women sucking on them. Then he'd start the cycle all over, watching his girlfriend going down on his sister. Monica's mouth hung open as she reveled in Rachel's attention. "I'm so close... I'm so close..." she whimpered. Rachel stopped frigging herself and pushed the same finger inside her friend. Her mouth moved up to the swollen clit. Monica gasped at all the sensations. Hot water flowing over her. Rachel's warm tongue throbbing on her clit. A finger rubbing deep inside her. Monica screamed as she came. "OH! OHHHHHHHH!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!" She squeezed her tits as Rachel sped up the finger-action. Monica's screams melded into moans. "MMMMMmmmm... OOOOhhh... oh, fuck... ohhhh, fuck... oooohhh... ohhhh." She caught her breath as the orgasm passed. Monica dropped her feet to the floor of the tub as Rachel rose up to kiss her. Ross was trying to recover some composure himself, sensing that the show wasn't over. The girls stood giggling, almost as if Ross wasn't there. They replaced the shower massager and turned the main head back on. As Rachel helped Monica rinse her back, she asked, "So now what, baby? Do you want to see her make me cum? Or do YOU want to make me cum?" Then she paused before saying luridly," OR do you want to make Monica cum?" "Rachel!" Monica exclaimed, gently slapping her roommate's shoulder, eliciting a laugh. "Ross doesn't want to fuck his own sister." Even though deep down he felt otherwise, Ross took the obvious choice. "I want..." he cleared his throat, "I want to watch Monica, um, lick you... and stuff." "Good choice," Rachel winked. She bent over the open end of the tub, placing her hands on the rim, and presented herself to Monica. She knelt behind Rachel and gently rubbed her clit and pussy lips. Monica smiled at Ross and watched him as she pushed her finger into Rachel, producing a "mmmmm." She slowly finger-fucked her. "Oh, yeah... yeah... like that... rub me slowly." Monica complied, but periodically taunted her with her tongue. "Oh, don't tease me," she whined, "Just do it. Lick me. Please." Monica removed her finger and began lapping at Rachel's cunt. Water, beating down on Rachel's back, splashed off like a second shower on Monica's forehead and face. Ross knew Rachel's look. He'd seen it many times before. "Is... is she good... at, at that?" he asked quietly. "Oh Ross," Rachel moaned, "she's VERY good at it." Monica's little smile was hidden, but her eyes told Ross that the complement was appreciated. Wet strands of hair clung to Rachel's face. Eyes closed, she groaned her approval. "Ohhhh Mon.... OH MONICA! Oh like that... oh yes... yes, yes... MMMMMMMmmm." Then she looked over at her boyfriend. His dick was dark pink from all the handling. But it was still very hard. Long. Throbbing. She wanted it. "Ross, come here," she whimpered. He stood and moved in front of her. "Let me suck." Ross put his cock inside Rachel's waiting mouth. She suckled on the head, softening the sound of her moans. Monica did something particularly stimulating and Ross heard Rachel groan, as her eyes rolled back in her head. He slowly began rocking his hips forward and back, fucking Rachel's mouth. She encouraged him with a muffled "mh hmm" and sucked each time he pulled back. Monica saw this and started to tongue-fuck her with the same rhythm. Brother and sister, fucking both ends the woman, keeping in perfect sync. Rachel had never felt this before and her mind took her ever closer to climax. She whined her excitement at being double-fucked. Monica reached between Rachel's legs. She groped and caressed her hanging breast. "MM! mh hmm... mh hmm..." came from Rachel. Both could tell that Rachel was getting very close. "Make her cum, Mon." The siblings' eyes met and Ross knew that his sister had the same intent as himself. With her hands on Rachel's hips, she picked up her pace. Ross held Rachel's head and matched Monica, thrust for thrust. Rachel was whining as loudly as her filled mouth would allow. Her body was tense. Monica could tell that this would be very good. Rachel's orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Her knees buckled, but Monica steadied her. Yet she never stopped tonguing her. Rachel's lips released and she groaned around Ross' cock. He continued to fuck her mouth, more slowly though. Feeling her tongue and lower teeth rubbing on the bottom of his shaft. Hearing the unique semi-covered tone of her sounds. Seeing her brow furrowed in pleasure. As Rachel's orgasm subsided, she weakly went to her knees in the end of the tub. Her lips were clamped around Ross's cock to keep it right where she wanted it. Monica moved in behind her, snuggling her pussy against Rachel's ass. She kissed her shoulder and caressed her breasts as Rachel sucked off her brother. Rachel removed her mouth, took hold of Ross's cock, and slowly stroked it. "Wow, big boy, you've lasted a very long time tonight," she said. "I think you're ready for a little treat." She gave Ross a couple quick sucks, pushing her lips down around his shaft, before resuming her strokes. "Come on, baby... do you want to cum?" Ross gave a groaned reply. "Come for me, Ross... come for me... that's it... closer... closer..." Ross knew that Rachel could be quite nasty when she wanted to, and it's one of the reasons he loved her. "Think about tonight... seeing me wash Monica's body... watching me shave her... lick her... suck her... finger her pussy..." All those images were clear in Ross's mind. Monica rested her chin on Rachel's back, watching what was happening. And getting a little turned on again by Rachel's monologue. "You liked seeing Monica caress my body, didn't you? Rubbing me... seeing her kneel in front of me... ready to lick... then watching her with her tongue inside me... ooo, Ross... it felt so good." Ross was panting hard, looking down at Rachel and Monica. "Cum for me, honey... I want it... I want you to cum on my face... can you do that? Can you cum?" Ross could only nod. She was jacking him as hard as she saw him doing before. "Yeah, baby, cum... let me have it... give it to me... all over me..." Ross let go with a huge climax. He shot a big stream across Rachel's nose and forehead, and slightly in her hair. Rachel was still masturbating him furiously, and a large stray spurt of cum went past her head and landed above Monica's upper lip. Ross watched as, out of reflex, she licked it into her mouth. Their eyes locked with a wordless exchange. She looked down and kissed Rachel's shoulder again, slightly embarrassed, but secretly pleased with the random event. Ross unloaded more onto Rachel's cheek and lips, before she leaned in to take the rest in her mouth. She sucked every drop out of Ross and he groaned at the way her sucking stimulated his spent cock. When Ross was completely empty, Rachel smiled at him with a cum-adorned face. "Why don't you wait in my bedroom, sweetie. Maybe we can play more, in a little while. I'm just gonna wash my face, k?" she said sweetly. Ross smiled and moved to go, pulling up his pants. Monica stood quickly as he walked past. "Wait... Ross..." He turned to her and she pulled him over to kiss him on the cheek. Ross was extremely mindful that his semi-rigid cock was pressing into his sister's stomach. She tried to act unaware of it, smiling at him. "Thanks, um... for being okay with this." He smiled back. "Well, you mean the world to me, and I always want you to be happy." They stared at each other for a few moments, Monica smiling and Ross fidgeting. "I better go so you two can get ready for bed." That night, Ross and Rachel made love with surprising passion. But his mind kept drifting to the woman in the other room. Recalling images of her body, sounds of her moans. Somehow, Rachel could sense this, and she smiled each time the thought came to her. She would hold no jealousy toward them, if they ever... Monica lay naked in her bed. Her fingertips went to the place on her upper lip. Monica touched where Ross' cum had landed. Wondering if Rachel had noticed that she didn't wash it away. She still could taste it. Her tongue repeated the motion of licking it into her mouth, unconsciously wanting to find a bit more. Then Monica gently masturbated until she fell asleep, listening to the erotic sounds through the wall.

Whatever the case may be, the chee-taur was quick to banish this phenomenon to the hall of things that she no longer had to worry about, given that she was big and powerful enough that even if the whole population of the country decided to climb onto her, by the time they were done she’d probably be way too massive to even notice they were there to begin with. And now that her wings were complete, and her body had become so magnificent as to elicit this sort of mindless adoration on the part of her tiny subjects, there wasn’t a lot that Xili could do that wouldn’t inevitably lead down to even more debauched debasement and the sort of growth that would be more at home in a fever dream than anything remotely resembling reality. By that point, her form had advanced towards the city center and left behind it a trail of destruction so thorough in its annihilation of everything that stood in its way that there was literally nothing left but a lake of thick chee milk dotted with the occasional island made out of scrap heap and bits of concrete, each one serving as a safe haven for the little ones still trying to hop onto her body. Where once had been skyscrapers were now the dracat’s chest busts, having collapsed every structure in front of them and blasted what remained into dust with their high-pressure jets of milk. If there was still anything left around her, all it would take would be a single step for her to make sure it ceased to be… and yet, no matter how much this should have been the be-all-end-all for her size fantasies, regardless of how much it fulfilled every single one of her lustful desires and ticked every box, it still wasn’t enough as far as Xili was concerned. Because this was her body now, and given that it was, it could always be improved; and if it could be improved, it should. The “how” was the only question that remained. She was already colossal to the point where she could very easily be spotted over the horizon, dominating what used to be a large city with so much ease that it might as well be a scale model that she had decided to stomp around and destroy during a lazy Sunday afternoon power-mad fantasy roleplay session. Except, for the one time it could be, it was the real thing, at the real size, and yet she had just as easily stomped it into nothing as she would a bunch of cardboard boxes after dousing them in water for ten minutes straight; the sheer, unfettered glee at that realization was probably strong enough to power that whole city for days on end if she hadn’t, well… wrecked it completely. Regardless, there still remained the question of how best to improve herself, and given that most of her field-of-view was dominated entirely by her immense sets of milk factories, it wasn’t all that surprising that her mind immediately drifted towards them at the first opportunity it had to start thinking on what next to do. Sadly though, there was barely any room left for any more of them to grow in, or for the ones that were there to become even bigger; as much as it would be great for her to keep on becoming ever more massive, there were certain geometric limitations that all living things must abide by, and given that every usable inch of her front and bottom were used up, there wasn’t a lot that Xili could do to add more boobflesh to herself. So, clearly, she had to do something about the lack of room. It was such a simple solution, and yet one that left her smiling so widely that it stopped being warm and turned right back into demented, a manic grin that very quickly became an equally-insane cackle once the chee began feeling the first stages of her newest transformation taking place, altering her body in a way that, if anything could ever possibly be called exotic, then that would be it. After all, if there was simply no more room on either of her torsos to sport more breasts to fill the world with, then clearly she had to make both of them wider, allowing them to pack on even more bust weight where once there had been a serious lack of space to go around. But of course, this wouldn’t be enough; simply growing out had become blasé, mundane even for a creature as blessed and cursed as herself, especially after she had ascended to a divine form that could wipe cities off the map without her even trying. No, quantity alone would not sate her… or at least not the same type of quantity as before; after all, who’s to say that she had to keep abiding by the same rules as everyone else? She was a goddess in the making, a divine being whose will and desires would be imprinted upon reality and made manifest purely by her wishing them to be, and this came packaged with a certain few realizations about her new self. Why was she still concerning herself about what was and wasn’t right to do? Why bother worrying about what to do next now that she had the entirety of all eternity to look forward to when it came to enjoying herself? Most of all, why in blazes was part of her mind still thinking about what others might think of what she was doing at that exact moment? She was a goddess, the most powerful creature alive on the face of the planet at that very moment, and given the state of her, she still had so much left to go before being anywhere near sated that it was doubtful whether or not she’d remain planet-bound for much longer. Xili’s were no longer the concerns of mortals, of the little flickering souls agglomerated all around her, all desperately trying to climb onto her form in order to bask in her glory and possibly, just maybe, share in some of the delights and divine power that the dracat was experiencing, even when they knew such a thing was most likely completely impossible. No, hers were the concern of creatures above such petty things as earthly matters, above such things as self-imposed limitations, the need to eat or breathe or drink or do anything that wasn’t seeking the greatest emotional high at any given possible time, above anything that wasn’t indulging herself at every waking moment with a body that reacted to each errant thought by making it a reality, hoping that maybe this would help satisfy a hunger that would never truly be put to rest. This was her life now, and this was her right; anything less than that would be unacceptable. Thus, when her torso and taurso were both dutifully elongated by the same energies that had “cursed” her into becoming such a beautiful, impossibly powerful, deific chee, Xili didn’t merely make her tits bigger, or merely force them to produce even more milk so she could feel what it was like to turn into a city-sized lactic factory; no, she added more of them, in greater number, forcing the two tits on each of her many rows to move away from one another, providing just enough space for a brand new pair of udders to grow in between the two original ones on each row, leaving the taur-chee laden with an almost ridiculously-oversized four mounds on each bust! To say that she was buried by her own curves would be an understatement as enormous as Xili herself was, because now that she had effectively doubled the amount of tits she was sporting, moving had become… difficult. It was still possible, given a slight upgrade to her overall size once she remembered to think about it, but she was quickly approaching a stage in which, while she might be capable of locomotion, it became far too much of a hassle for her to even bother. Getting her paws in between her cleavages and heaving her titanic frame forward or backward cost so much strength and energy that Xili figured it’d be best if she just plopped herself down and enjoyed the ride wherever it was she landed, moaning loudly enough to create sonic shockwaves and having to exercise extreme caution not to led her many, many nipples leave her in a state of perpetual orgasm from just how much they were being stimulated by the very currents of milk they were being used to vent. It was a vicious cycle that couldn’t possibly end, and one that she had created herself… one that she wanted to make worse. Why not keep going? Sure, she was almost immobile and practically unable to do anything other than squeeze her many tits and lactate all over the surrounding region, but she could go further still; after all, she only had four pairs of arms, matching the four rows on her chest and leaving her tauric busts desperately lonely when it came to proper stimulation. It may look weird, perhaps even off-putting to the little ones down below (it wouldn’t; their minds were too warped), not to mention utterly unthinkable to anyone that hadn’t already been blessed by the sight of her, but as Xili had realized, she was a goddess, and thus not subject to the same rules as anyone else; thus, why not simply sprout extra pairs of arms all along her taurso, matching the limbs to the rows of cream-laden udders and immediately putting them to work rubbing and kneading herself, so much that it was getting harder not to simply climax for an hour straight and let fate take her where it might? But she could do better, and she should do better… especially now that she had a proper audience! The chee-taur hadn’t noticed it until just then, but there were more people watching her growthsplosion than just the multitudes trying to climb onto her body down below. Helicopters were flying all around her, so tiny that they could land on the tip of her muzzle and probably have enough room left to store a couple dozen more of them, all of them carrying film crews and news announcers all ready for the scoop of the century, the ascension of a true-to-life deity from literally nowhere, taking place right now and viewable from the safety and comfort of anyone’s couch! Suddenly, every damned channel in the whole country was running nothing but Xili, nothing but chee-taur in every frequency, her influence extending so widely that even television networks couldn’t resist her charm… and neither could their viewers either. The effect was lessened thanks to it being run through multiple systems before being broadcast into people’s homes, but even those who most resisted as they flipped through multiple channels only to find yet more Xili would eventually succumb to the sight of her and stop trying to run away from their destiny. Even those who lacked sight were made aware of just what was happening through sheer presence and might, a process that even the goddess herself couldn’t really explain; tt was as if her merely existing had brought a golden age upon all of furkind, one where strife and conflict were replaced by pure, unfiltered adoration of her divine form. And Xili liked that. Better than that, she loved it, the idea that her being, her glorious self was so powerful and overwhelming that it was capable of overriding even the most negative of emotions and leaving those around her in a state of ecstasy from which, while they could move away from, they would never choose to do so; why would they, after all, when they could be experiencing heaven at every living moment? Why would they forfeit this most perfect of sensations and experiences when they could simply… keep experiencing it, at no cost to them? Xili would provide. Forever and ever. And to provide, she of course needed more, not necessarily because she just wanted it at the most base level possible (though that much was true was well), but because, as the new goddess of that world, it was her duty to make sure that every single person who gave themselves to her would be taken care of and provided for to the best of her ability. And while being her current size was more than enough, at least from a practical standpoint, there was always room for improvement when it came to the chee’s delusions about her own perfection, delusions that became more blurred with reality the more the monkey’s paw allowed her to live them out as if they were a perfectly normal facet of her life. She needed to be bigger, so therefore she was made bigger; bigger than the city, bigger than the surrounding landscape, so big that anyone from low orbit would be able to perfectly make her out against the smudge of white all around her, a “puddle” of milk that had turned into a lake before becoming a small sea, its “shores” already lapping at neighboring cities and having swallowed up multiple towns along the way, heralding the coming of their new deity into their lives. Countless souls had already been swept up in the deluge, their former owners now mindlessly marching towards where their glorious giantess loomed over the horizon in the hopes of joining in with their fellows already on top of her, planes and ships chartered from across the planet to bring as many people as quickly as possible as closely as possible to the site of Xili’s ascension, that the whole planet’s population might participate and bask in her power. Very few were left that hadn’t yet either seen her directly, watched as she grew on a television, or at the very least heard the good news and were infected by the same rapturous joy that everyone else had, and that group was quickly becoming smaller and smaller with each passing minute, until billions had turned to worshipping the chee-taur and bringing the revelations with them to whoever hadn’t yet given themselves up. This of course only meant that Xili had to become larger still, a perfect excuse as far as she was concerned. The dracat could hear them now, their voices echoing in the back of her mind as they rose to have their faces turned towards her and offered endless praise and adulation, hoping to be noticed by their living, breathing goddess in their endless exultations. They wouldn’t; said goddess was simply too big in scale to really be able to see any one of the millions of tiny ones already climbing onto her physical avatar, let alone interact with them in any meaningful way. Still, she was aware that they were there, and knew that it was her responsibility to put on the best show she could, hence the constant moaning, the ecstatic yelling, the begging for more even when she wasn’t nearly as horny as her tone might indicate, the whole works; it was important that everyone see her as the deific, perfect creature that she was, even if that meant hamming it up just enough for her worshippers to really buy into the whole “crazed fertility goddess” look she had going for herself. Truth be told, the chee was anything but mindless; her clarity and sense of self had remained almost impossibly intact despite the many opportunities for them to shatter into pieces, giving her a near-perfect control over not just where her mind was going, but her desires and subsequent transformations as well. She wasn’t even thinking about how she had one wish left; as far as Xili cared, the two she had requested were more than enough, even if the clothing one had ceased being remotely meaningful several miles back. No, the only thing left in the dracat’s mind was how she needed more, regardless of how absurd this was or how her body was already so absurdly bloated that she’d given up walking and taken up simply lying atop the bed of breasts she had created for herself… a bed of breasts that could always be made comfier, fuller, larger, a bed that relied entirely upon the lengthening and widening of two torsos for which there was no rule saying they couldn’t be widened again. After all, who’s to say that she had to stop at four tits per each row? Who’s to say she couldn’t imagine her dream self as even more ridiculously stacked, having a torso and taurso of such immense dimensions that their four mounds could once more separate and create more room between each grouping of two, allowing for yet another pair to emerge from between the two that were already there? The chee-taur was immediately buried beneath an avalanche of breastflesh of proportions so unbelievably titanic that, for a good couple of hours, Xili couldn’t even see the sun; all she felt, saw, heard, touched, sensed, smelt and tasted were her own breasts, enveloping her in a soft, warm cocoon from which interminable sloshing and churning emanated, an almost ridiculous total of eighty-four udders lining her from the very tip-top of her regular chest all the way down to the haunches of her tauric self, quite literally pushing her a couple of miles off the ground and leaving her pinned down in her place. She could always fix that, of that there was no doubt… but for the time being, Xili decided to give herself a little treat, and stop thinking about how much better she could be for just long enough that she could properly appreciate what she had at that exact moment. The dracat never forgot that it was just temporary, however; the last thing she needed was for the monkey’s paw to think she was satisfied, for she was anything but. Still, after such an immense growth spurt and after becoming so unimaginably colossal that the sea of milk around her was beginning to turn into an ocean, even going so far as to leak onto the nearest water-based one as well, it was important for her to learn some self-love, lest the chee find herself years later still desperate for a fulfillment that would never come. She would one day be satisfied with herself… it just so happened that particular day was definitely not it. Nonetheless, there was plenty of herself to love, even if a good ninety percent of her body weight was milk and breastflesh by that point, Xili having allowed her many cream-laden mounds to fill up without anything holding them back, leading to them bloating at such a quick pace that her body was forced into some rather uncomfortable positions just from how much her breasts were pushing back against her. It was nothing short of heaven for the little ones aboard her though; they were so diminutive compared to their goddess that the colossal sizes involved barely did anything to harm them, allowing them live out their grandest of fantasies all while continuously heaping praise upon the divine chee that had granted them their every wish. Their voices rang ever stronger within Xili’s head, their prayers and repeated mantras growing louder and reverberating with increased frequency, leading her to try and tune them out in order to enjoy herself in peace. That is, of course, until she began to realize how good it felt to let those prayers through, to open the door and bathe in the sheer, unfettered adoration coming from each and every one of her precious supplicants. It was amazing how much power was packed into just one person’s endless droning, especially those whose minds had been the most affected by her presence, and she had millions of them just waiting to be heard, billions more either travelling towards her or actively thinking of her while waiting for their turn. It made her feel… special. Wanted. Loved. And this had… consequences. Up until then, Xili had managed to keep a close lid on her innermost desires, not necessarily because she felt it was necessary, but due to her wanting to stretch the experience out as long as it could go. There was no doubt in her mind that she’d eventually outgrow the whole damned planet, but she wasn’t in any rush to make it happen; after all, there were still so many little ones that had yet to get near her that it almost felt like a downright sin to not give them a chance to climb aboard before she had her final ascension towards the heavens. And yet, despite her best intentions, despite her best efforts to try and keep herself under control, hearing those prayers repeated ad infinitum towards her awoke a certain few things in the chee goddess’ mind that she wasn’t aware had been there before. A sense of belonging, a semblance of peace and warmth that came with the knowledge that so many people were willing to give everything up for her; it wasn’t so much the domineering, overbearing sense of power that had permeated every second of her experiences so far, but something far more sublime and difficult to explain, something that was better than just mindless, carnal enjoyment brought several times above where it should be and multiplied upon itself until it stopped making sense altogether. She was a goddess, but above all, she was their goddess; for what was a deity without worshippers, and what was a goddess without souls to bask in their glory? With this in mind, it was hard to contain herself any longer. Biting her lower lip and keeping her eyes firmly shut, the last thing Xili remembered before feeling her feet smash against the ground again was the sensation of all her pairs of hands holding tightly against their assigned breast, sinking their fingers into the milky pudge as if to keep it in one piece as her body exploded outwards with extra size, once more becoming fully mobile as her breasts were put back where they should be: still absurdly oversized compared to her body in general, but no longer so large as to keep her pinned down in place. From there, it was hard to really stop; dominating the local geography as she was, how could she put any kind of brakes to it when it just felt so damn good to flatten hills, vaporize entire cities, even empty out lakes just by accidentally stepping on them and splashing all the water out? The world was her playground and she was effectively playing on the sand, wrecking the tiny castle she had built for herself as she planned her next move. A move that would take her… … up. There was no other place for her to go, now that the planet had simply become too small to contain her, especially given the sheer amount of flooding going on after she kind-of-sort-of lost control over how much milk her many breasts were producing. The only way to survive, nay, thrive was to jettison herself into low orbit, hoping beyond hope that the monkey’s paw was still there to listen to her when the chee made her last wish: “Ascend me.” Once more it was made without concern for wording, and once more this was done so quite deliberately on Xili’s part, who was very much aware of what the implications were for such an impossibly vague request. Thus, it didn’t surprise her when her lungs were no longer necessary for her continued functioning, nor did it really come as anything other than expected when the tens of millions of little ones that had succeeded in climbing onto her before she left the planet were just as capable of surviving in the cold vacuum of space as she was. If anything, this was simply the culmination of a long journey, one that, looking back, Xili knew had always been hers to take. It was her birthright. And she would never stop.

Title: 1:23 Ch. 07 Tags: asian female, filipino female, japanese female, small tits, facial, threesome, group sex, lesbian love, animation queen, lycanthropy Harriet Kono sat in her lab frantically twisting the ends of her long dark hair. For the second time this year she had lost control of her cerebral enhancer project. She blamed unknown variables in the new software and the unfamiliar and strangely alien hardware that was thrust on her by Imperial Corporation. But mostly she blamed Kent Orlando. "You and your lolo sexual fantasies," she mumbled looking at him laid out on the adjustable hospital bed with the 2.0 version of her cerebral enhancer on his head. "Not Cerebral Enhancer, Brain Tube," she said in a mocking male voice. Kent had dubbed the device the Brain Tube because he had trouble remembering Cerebral Enhancer. "Idiot jock," she said to his inert form. But she had to admit that Brain Tube WAS catchier. As much as she wanted to yank the Brain Tube off Kent's head to end this nightmare, she didn't dare. Last time she did that the subject went literally crazy. She had no choice but to ride this out and wait for Kent to remove the helmet on his own. She had rushed to get to the second trial and was now paying the price for her impatience. But she knew how Imperial Corporation worked. They undoubtedly had others working on similar projects. She wasn't about to let someone else beat her to the finish line. She made a note on her I-pad in the folder unimaginably named 1:23 the time in the afternoon when she had started her experiment with Kent. That was barely three hours ago yet it felt like she has been dealing with this for weeks. Her tired eyes went to her ex boyfriend Donny Stevens stretched out on a Lay-z-boy wearing the advanced auxiliary helmet connected to Kent's helmet by several slim wires and a coaxial cable. Donny had popped in on her in the middle of her disaster with Kent. Kent and Donny were best friends going way back so Harriet came up with the brilliant idea to send Donny in to talk Kent into removing his helmet. "What was I thinking sending this idiot in?" she said. Her hope of staying in contact with Donny had failed from the start. Panic set in and she itched to pull the auxiliary helmet off his head. She was pretty sure she could yank the thing off Donny's head without dire consequences. She didn't do it though, she had to allow him time to succeed. TIME itself was a problem in the Brain Tube world. Her last trip in with the auxiliary helmet took her nearly twenty four hours Brain Tube time to hook up with Kent. In the real world only eleven minutes had lapsed. She made a note that Donny had been under for ten minutes and that it added up to about a day in the helmet. The time problem was insignificant compared to the hyper sexual experiences the Brain Tube created with a user. For reasons outside Harriet's control, her device focused in on the part of the brain that dealt with sexual arousal. She had hoped that the auxiliary helmet would be different. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Like the Brain Tube, the auxiliary helmet had triggered her darkest sexual desires. In combination with Kent Orlando's sexual visions, it was impossible for her to function in the world of the helmet. She hoped that Donny was fairing better. "Gotta be a way to preempt the sex stuff," she said aloud as she sat at her work table to solder contacts on the newest version of the Brain Tube. It was two thirds smaller than the one currently on Kent's head and totally wireless. Her laptop beeped. It was the KHT program reporting in with updates. \*One percent of the Alice Mihara problem still remained. \*Twenty percent of the Kent Orlando constructs deleted. \*Do you want to Purge/fold/Harriet/Kono? That last part made her frown. She clicked show details. The file was created before her first test with Alice Mihara. She couldn't recall creating this fold thing or why her name was attached to it? She hated loose ends so clicked YES to purge. Her cell phone vibrated on her work table making her yelp. She looked at the incoming call. It was Imperial Corp headquarters. "Not now," she moaned but knew she couldn't ignore a call from the people signing her fat paychecks. She picked up the phone and said in her best professional voice, "This is Harriet Kono, how may I help you?" "Hello Harriet, this is Lee Imperial. How are you doing?" "Mr. Imperial?" Harriet asked aghast nearly choking on her words. Lee Imperial was her boss. Hell he was EVERYBODY'S boss. Lee Imperial was Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and Mark Zukerberg all rolled into one. Mr. Imperial's ambition to be the first successful private space faring company was nearly realized. His man to Mars mission was just a year away from launch. She had never met him face to face. He called her only once on the phone six months ago after the fiasco with Alice Mihara. He had asked a couple of questions but didn't seem overly upset at her failure. Still, she had sensed his disappointment with her. Paranoia set in. Somehow he KNOWS I'm screwing up again! "I've been hearing some interesting things about you and your Cerebral Enhancer," Imperil said in his deep baritone. He sounded like the actor George Takei. "We call it the Brain Tube now," she said and cringed for correcting the smartest and riches man on the planet with such an insipid detail. "Catchy, I like it," Imperial said. "How is your cousin Alice Mihara doing?" "Um ... fine," she said automatically even though she hadn't seen or spoken to Alice since the first test run of the Brain Tube months ago. "I hear you are starting with a new subject?" he asked casually. "Yes, I'm in the middle of that right now," Harriet said doing her best to sound calm. "I won't take up your precious time," he said. "I'm looking forward to your report, Harriet. The team heads say you are an exceptional technician." "Thank you Mr. Imperial." "Please call me Lee. I will look forward to your report." He hung up. Harriet put down the phone and looked at Kent Orlando and Donny Stevens laid out with the Brain Tube head gear. Her heart sank knowing that her future depended on a dumb jock and his stoner best friend both from the same stupid hick town named Byle. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "This is Harriet's fold?" Kent Orlando of Byle Ohio, asked giving the innocuous revolving door a dubious look. He had entered a similar door at the start of his adventures in the world of the Brain Tube. At the time he didn't realize that he had entered into Harriet Kono's fold. The door was fixed into a gray rock wall that seem to go on forever to the right and left and more than a hundred feet up above their heads. The last time Kent had entered into Harriet's fold he was nearly killed by Alice Mihara. That same Alice now stood along side him. According to River Tam, Alice was a left over echo of the REAL Alice Mihara, the first Brain Tube test subject. Also with him were three women conjured up by the Brain Tube from his base sexual fantasies. First Nefertiti Ulmat, the cute Filipino teacher's assistant from his anthropology class, next was the sexy Natasha Romanoff of Avengers fame and finally, the beautiful mysterious Yukio from the X-men movies. "We have to find Donny Stevens," Yukio said. "Donny was eaten by a giant evil clown," Kent said to the slim Asian girl armed with samurai swords, her hair was a bright candy apple red. She wore khaki tights, black boots and a snug black sweater. "THAT was the Donny of this world, I'm referring to the Donny from your world," Yukio said. "No way, the dude is in Ohio not here in Honolulu," Kent insisted. "I assure you that he is here and is using the auxiliary helmet," Yukio said. "He is our best path to Harriet." "We are at the back entrance to Harriet's fold. Donny is waiting at the other end," Natasha Romanoff said. "We're gonna have to cross the fold to get to him." "Can't I just call up another magic door?" Kent asked. "They're unpredictable," Alice said. "We could find ourselves in the middle of Kate's horde next time." "Kate's a smart monster," Natasha said. "She's probably figured out the summoned door thing already. She'll be watching out for them from here on out." Natasha drew her two side arms and gave them a serious once over. Her hair was a more natural red than Yukio's cartoon shade. She wore her classic leather form fitting top, puffy green camouflage pants and old army boots. Everything below the waist was borrowed from the crew of the Serenity. Natasha and Yukio had showed up on the scene bottomless. "Why the guns?" Kent asked. "You made it sound like this is a safe place to be?" "Safe from Kate and her murdering legions," Natasha said as she took stock of her ammo. "In general, Harriet's fold is a dangerous place." "Harriet isn't here to keep the place under relative peace," Neffie said. "Her base emotions in the form of the killer clowns have taken control and her sexual fantasies are running unchecked." "That accounts for the weird bottomless crap I had to deal with," Yukio said. "Be glad that's the worst that happened to you," Natasha said. "Everyone take stock of your weapons. We may have to fight our way to the other end to get to Donny." Alice had an energy rifle from the Serenity with one full charge. Neffie was armed with her Dirty Harry handgun. Kent's only weapon was a crowbar he named Russel. Yukio of course had her swords. "Kent's fold is under attack," Neffie said. "We need him to keep it standing." "Yukio and I will go get Donny," Natasha said. "Kent, protect your fold. Take Alice and Neffie. We'll come find you when we find Donny." Yukio and Natasha went to the revolving door. "Lose the bottom first," Natasha said as she kicked off her army boots. Yukio rolled her eyes. "Can't we just shoot and hack our way through those creepy clowns?" "There are thousands of them," Natasha said as she dropped her pants. Kent did his best not to ogle their naked asses and dark pubes. The bottomless sirens pushed through the revolving door leading to Harriet Kono's dark inner mind. "Um now what?" Kent asked. "We find the part of your fold still holding strong against Kate and her fucked up legion," Alice said. "I'll call in some of my feelers," Neffie said. She holstered her big gun and pulled out her cell phone. Kent eyed the cute Filipino girl in her jeans as she walked away to make her calls. "She is one handy chick to have around," Kent said. "She's a great friend," Alice agreed. After a long silence, Kent asked Alice, "What did River Tam mean when she called you a Batu?" "I have no idea," Alice said. "She said that you need to discover what you are," Kent went on. "I REALLY don't wanna have this conversation right now," Alice said with her hackles up. "Sorry," Kent said quickly backing off. The chick was on the cute petite side but Kent had seen her turn into a killing giant once before. She claimed she couldn't do that anymore since her so called fold had been destroyed by Kate and her legion. Neffie walked back. "I got us a ride to the center of the resistance," Neffie said. "It's an old friend of yours, Alice." "A Kent version of someone I know?" Alice asked. "No, she's from your fold," Neffie said. "She's a crossover like me. She was in Kent's fold when Kate attacked." The distinct clopping of horse hooves on hard stone came their way. A woman riding a horse and leading several other riderless horses came their way from down the long stoney path. "Who do I know rides a horse?" Alice asked Nefertiti. "Ya know nothing, Alice Mihara," shouted the rider from a distance. Alice whooped and broke into a run to meet the rider. "One of my fantasies?" Kent asked. "Ygritte from Game of Thrones," Neffie said. "Lucky for her You've had a lot of dirty fantasies about her lately. My favorite is when she had you tied up in a snow cave and she peed all over your—" "Got it," Kent said. "Does she ... um ... know that she's a ..." "A sexual fantasy?" Neffie finished for him. "Yes she does." "She'd kind of a tough chick," Kent said worried. "Will she resent that?" "She'll probably cut your throat first chance she gets," Neffie said offhandedly. Kent swallowed hard and rubbed at his tender neck. Neffie laughed. "We all know what we are. Remember Theodora and the crew of the serenity? They took it in stride." "Yeah," he said. His dick responded predictably recalling resent events. Neffie giggled and said, " I know where you went. Better put Mr. Happy away for I'm sure that horseback riding and erections are a bad mix." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Harriet is curious about your progress," the new messenger avatar in the form of the controversial porn star Sasha Grey said in a pleasing sexy voice. "Okay ..." Donny Stevens, self proclaimed stoner from Byle, Ohio said. He stood a few feet away from Sasha. When she took a step toward him he jumped back. "You seem suspicious?" Sasha asked. "I was warned that this place can fuck with your head," Donny said. "No head fucking, I promise," Sasha said crossing her heart giving him a cute sexy smile. "How do I know that you aren't part of Kate's horde?" Donny asked. Just a couple of hours ago, Donny was nearly given the kiss of death by Kate the killer program impersonating Storm from the X-men. "If I were one of Kate's horde you would already be dead," Sasha said pleasantly. "Good point," Donny said. "So ... what does Harriet wanna know?" "First of all," Sasha said, "are you keeping to the mission of finding Kent? And due to the highly sexual nature of the Brain Tube, she also wants to know if you are literally fucking around?" He thought of the outrageous scene with Phoebe, Rachel and Monica from the old 'Friends' TV series just a little while ago. That was certainly fucking around but it DID get him a LITTLE closer to finding Kent. "Staying on mission," he said. "I have um ... helpers out looking for Kent as we speak. I'm waiting for them to get back to me." "I shall relay that to Harriet," Sasha said. She closed her eyes and stood still. Donny took the moment to eye her up. Like the real Sasha Grey, she was slim and gorgeous. She wore a tight red top and skinny jeans. All the porn movies he had seen with Sasha Grey filed through his head. Sasha blinked opened her exotic eyes. He always wondered if she had some Asian in her. "Odd," she said. "I can't get through to Harriet." She frowned and looked off in the distance. Donny followed her gaze but saw nothing but the long rocky path. "Kate has gotten audacious. She is coming here looking for you." "What?" Donny asked in a panic. "But I thought I was safe here in Harriet's fold?" "You are just outside her fold so not privy to her full protection. But still, getting this close is very daring. I suggest that you go inside." "But the Avengers chick Natasha told me to stay out here?" Donny said. Mostly, he was afraid to face the killer clowns that ran the show in Harriet's fold. Lighting flashed way down the stone path, seconds later, thunder rumbled. "She is coming," Sasha said. Red fiery bursts lit up the distance. "Odd ... she is in the form of a character from Tolkien," Sasha said. "A belrog I think?" "No way!" Donny yelled. He had joked about a belrog with Yukio not long ago. A vague human shape raced at them fast. And it was big ... REAL big! The thing let out a deafening roar. A sudden rush of hot wind stirred Donny's hair. The wind smelled of charred hair with a background of burnt animal guts. "Fuck me!" Donny yelled and rushed through the revolving doors and stumbled into an office setting with cold florescent lighting overhead. His heart slammed hard in his chest as he looked around. This wasn't the same spot he had exited only minutes ago although it was the same door he had passed through. Close by was a desk manned by a security guard in black. Beyond the desk was a ubiquitous metal detector that lead to more office space beyond. A cheesy Muzak version of The Miracles' Tears of a Clown' filled the air. It was all so ordinary. The only flaw was the hideous rubber clown mask the guard wore. No ... not a mask he corrected. It was the dude's actual face. Sasha stood at Donny's side but he didn't recall her entering the revolving door with him. "My he's an ugly one," Sasha said looking at the clown. "Hello Ms. Grey," the clown said blandly. Donny squirmed. Insulting the clowns seemed like a bad idea. "Welcome back Mr. Stevens," the clown guard said with a pointy tooth grin just for him. He reached into his desk and handed Donny a plastic identification tag with his name written in jittery black, Sharpie marker. Smiley face stickers flanked his name. Donny clipped it on with no question. "Hello Lovecraft," Sasha said to the clown. "Escorting or dropping off?" Lovecraft the nightmare clown asked Sasha. "I'm Virgil today," she said giving the clown a warm smile. Lovecraft handed her a identification tag too. "This is a bottomless area Ms. Grey." The clown said in a tone like he expected trouble from her. "As Harriet's new number one avatar I am exempt from floor rules," Sasha said as she pinned her name tag over her left breast. Daisy stickers flanked her name. "Ms. Grey," Lovecraft said sounding like a cop about to lose his patients. "The rules have been set up by—" "No one," Sasha said cutting him off. Stop fucking with the clown Donny wanted to say. Sasha continued. "This place is running on impulse. The rules are arbitrary and you know it." "Oh my god," Donny whispered as literal steam poured out of the ears and nostrils of Lovecraft the clown. "Besides," Sasha said undaunted, "you have one of Kate's legion in the form of a Tolkien monster right out side the door." "You are mistaken," Lovecraft said. "KHT wouldn't dare come near here." Seated in his groaning office chair, Lovecraft wheeled himself over to a bank of security monitor screens. On one of the monitors a fiery monster, mouth agape, eyes burning filled the screen. "How dare she!" Lovecraft bellowed. The clown picked up a phone and put it to his ear. "Barker! Get Straub and King and come to entry CC37! Code nine-o-nine, stat!" he slammed down the phone. Lovecraft lifted his considerable bulk from his seat, he was near seven feet tall standing. He went to a nearby cabinet, pulled out a gun belt, put it around his big waist then pulled out an ugly gnarly sword that would make an orc chieftain proud. Three other ugly clown guards stepped through a door that Donny was sure wasn't there a couple of seconds ago. The guards carried big shotguns along with swords strapped to their backs. "We will continue this conversation another time, Ms. Grey," Lovecraft said as he lead his cronies to the revolving door. "I'll look forward to it," Sasha called after him with her winning warm smile. Donny looked at the security monitor showing the four clowns facing the belrog from several different angles. The clowns were the size of puppies compared to Tolkien's monster. "Those guys are toast," Donny said. "Never underestimate Harriet's clowns," Sasha said. "Come, I'll give you a tour of the facilities." She took his arm and lead him down the ordinary looking office hallway lined with doors. "This place is what you guys call a fold right?" Donny asked eying up the doors. "Yes, it is a mental reflection of Harriet Kono's desires," Sasha said. "But don't think that this is just a dream or fantasy. This place is real and very deadly." "But not for me," Donny said confidant that it was game over and back to his life the moment he took off the helmet. "I wouldn't be so sure," Sasha said. "Something bad happened to the first person to use the Brain Tube." "What you mean?" Donny asked startled. "Alice Mihara's behavior was altered according to Harriet's notes." "The Alice chick went mental after using the Brain Tube?" Donny asked shocked. "Yes, according to the first draft of Harriet's report to Imperial Corporation. She delete that bit of information in the final draft." "But Harriet said this was safe?" "Clearly she withheld information to garner your help." "That's the main reason I broke up with her. She was always hording secrets like Golem and his fucking precious." He quickly looked around to see if the creepy little freak would appear like the belrog had. "I'm taking the helmet off right now and having it out with her!" "Your friend Kent may need your help soon," Sasha said. "If you remove the helmet no telling how much time will pass before you can return." "Fuck that!" Donny said. "I'm yanking the Brain Tube shit off his head too before his brain cooks!" "That would be unwise," Sasha said. "It was the sudden removal of the helmet that caused the behavioral dysfunction with Alice." "Whoa! If I take off the helmet like right now I could go mental too?" Donny asked. "That is definite with Kent but Harriet fixed that glitch with the auxiliary helmet ... in theory." "IN THEORY?" Donny yelled. "Sudden removal of the auxiliary helmet has not been tested yet," Sasha said. "HARRIET!" Donny yelled at the ceiling. "Get me out of here without fucking my head up!" "Her communication program has failed," Sasha said. "The time difference is too hard to overcome." "What am I suppose to do?" Donny asked perplexed. "Wait for Harriet to find a way to make contact or find your friend Kent Orlando and bring him to heel like Harriet wants. Either way it's a waiting game." "Sounds simple," Donny said. "In the mean time all I have to do is avoid a demon belrog, thousands of flesh eating uglies loyal to Kate and a host of fucked up horror movie clowns who would like to pull my beating heart from my chest." "At least you are in good company," Sasha said giving him a dazzling smile. "Come, I'll give you a tour of Harriet's interesting mind," Sasha took his arm and steered him down the long office hall lined with doors. "What about the clowns?" Donny asked looking back at the revolving door. He could see flashes of fire through the glass on the other side. "They'll be busy with Kate for now." "What are all these doors?" Donny asked of the long hall. "Harriet's fantasies and dirty secrets," Sasha said. "Behind everyone of these doors is something Harriet is into?" "Yes." "Are all folds like this?" Donny asked as they passed a door marked SHAMEFUL UNDERWEAR followed by BOTTOMLESS IN A PUBLIC POOL. He tried the knob to the latter but it was locked. "No. Harriet is ashamed of her sexual side. She compartmentalizes then hides things behind locked doors." Sasha said. "Other folds are different. Alice Mihara's fold was a forest landscape right out of a European fairytale before it was destroyed. Kent Orlando's is a city scape with the Honolulu University campus at the northern edge. Kate has destroyed the campus and is attacking the rest of Kent's fold as we speak. Nefertiti Ulamat's fold is a beautiful and heavily fortified castle. For some reason, Kate hasn't got to her fold yet even though she's on the hit list too." Donny stopped at a door marked THE MATRIX and rattled the knob. "Too bad they're all locked," he said. "Be fun to see what's behind this one." "I'm her new messenger avatar, I got the keys," Sasha said. "But I suggest we stay away from THAT particular door." "What about this one?" Donny asked pointing at a door marked ICE QUEEN. "Sounds safer," Sasha said with a shrug. She produced a big set of keys from nowhere, sorted through them, inserted a key into the lock and opened the door. Like in a surrealist painting, it opened up in thin air onto a forest landscape. "Whoa," Donny said, stepping though the door. "It's like we're in a Disney animated movie." He walked over to a nearby tree that appeared to be a maple. Close up the tree trunk sparkled with unexpected detail. "Awesome," he whispered as he ran his ringers along the cartoon trunk. Like he was stoned, he found the back of his hand irresistibly fascinating. "Whoa, I'm animated too. Is this computer generated?" Sasha laughed. "Silly, this entire universe is computer generated." "Oh yeah, the helmet ... right." "Have you ever considered that the world you come from is computer generated too?" Sasha asked. "I'm from the real world," Donny said automatically as he stared at his palm. "So you say," Sasha said. "I've studied your world on line. Competitive eating? Lacrosse? Endless cat videos? Lite beer? Donald Trump? It seems too bizarre to be truly real don't you think?" "If you reduce it to THOSE heinous details, sure pretty bizarre," Donny conceded. He looked away from his hand at Sasha. "Noway," he said in awe. She had turned into an Disney version of the beautiful ex-porn star. She still wore her red top and jeans but her figure was a pleasing but slightly exaggerated hourglass shape. Her hair was raven black with dark blue highlights and her brown eyed were unnaturally huge although still with that Asian flare in her cute and beautiful cartoon face. "You are totally hot animated," he said. Sasha laughed. "You're not bad yourself." He did a classic muscle man pose and glanced at his biceps. "Look at me, I'm buff!" A sudden cool breeze made him shiver. "Is it getting cold?" he asked. "Yes," Sasha said hugging herself. Donny marveled at a sight he knew he'd NEVER see in a Disney animation feature, Sasha's nipples stiffening under her clinging red top. Snowflakes started to fall around them. "Is winter kicking in?" Donny asked trembling in his t-shirt and surfer shorts. He was dressed for balmy Honolulu not this. "It appears so," Sasha said shivering too. Snow clung to her hair and dusting her shoulders. "Who are you?," came a voice from a crop of trees nearby. Donny turned and saw a silhouetted figure with large luminous blue eyes looking out at him from the shadows. The eyes blinked several times then the figure stepped into the light of the clearing. Donny's own animated eyes widened. "Queen Elsa?" he whispered. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Where are we going?" Kent asked Ygritte the wilding woman from the popular HBO series. He clopped along side her on a gray spotted horse. They had left the stony canyon a long time ago and journeyed through an endless grass plain. "To the battlefield," Ygritte said patting the neck of her sleek brown horse that looked fast and fit. Kent waited for her to elaborate. She didn't. "Um ... what is this battlefield?" he asked. "This is your fold Kent Orlando ... you tell me," Ygritte said in her accented English. He recalled that the actress who played the part was Scottish. "I have no idea—" "Ya know nothing Kent Orlando," Ygritte said with a microscopic smile turning up one side of her mouth. "DON'T get her started on that," Alice warned from behind them. Alice rode a black stallion that seemed annoyed at the slow pace the party was taking. Kent totally sympathized with the horse. He felt they were moving agonizingly slow too. "Where did you get these beautiful horses?" Neffie asked as she scratched the neck of her white feisty pony. "Ambushed a group of Dothraki riders that strayed too close to wilding territory," Ygritte said. Kent frowned. "Dothraki and wildings were nowhere near each other on the map," Kent said recalling the iconic opening credits to the HBO series. Alice rolled her eyes. Neffie giggled and said, "She's setting you up." "For what?" Kent asked. "For this," Alice said. "YA KNOW NOTHING KENT ORLANDO!" Ygritte shouted. She laughed and kicked her horse into a run. Alice charged after her. "What's this battlefield?" Kent asked Neffie. "That's what Ygritte calls it. It's the surviving remnants of your fold converging for one last stand against Kate." "Who the fuck is this Kate?" Kent asked. "And why does she want to destroy my fold?" "She is an Imperial Corp purge program called the Killer Hive Tracker or KHT for short. "KHT?" Kent mused. "Oh I get it! KHT Kate. Neffie nodded. "Harriet launched it to kill Alice and now it's after you." "Charming," Kent said. He watched Alice and Ygritte galloping up ahead. "Those two seem pretty tight." "They've done a lot together," Neffie said. "Until I found Ygritte I was the only survivor from her fold." "So Ygritte was a sexual fantasy of Alice?" Kent asked. "No she's mine," Neffie said. Kent gave her a surprised look. He wondered if the

real Neffie was into girls too. "Wait a minute? How can she be yours? You just said that she was from Alice's fold?" "Yeah, but I was the one who conjured her," Neffie said. "That's when I first found out I was Batu. I didn't have a fold at the time so she became part of Alice's." "Batu?" Kent asked. "That's what River called Alice. What's a Batu." "Acronym for Binary Artificial Tech Unit." "Like you?" "Yes," Neffie said. "But poor Alice has convinced herself that she was once human now turned into a computer program. But it's the other way around and she doesn't want to face that." "Swamp thing," Kent said. "What?" Neffie asked. "Swamp Thing, DC comic book character," Kent explained. "The Swamp Thing was the classic comic book creation. A man is doused with fucked up chemicals in a swamp and comes back to life part man part plant. Years later a writer named Allen Moore took over the book and he up ended the origin story." Neffie closed her eyes as they rode. Kent had seen her do that a couple of times before. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Going on line to read the Swamp Thing," she said eyes still closed. "You can do that?" "Yes." "Could I do it?" Kent asked. "Probably," Neffie said. "I wouldn't try it though. You'd only get lost." She opened her eyes. "For years the Swamp Thing thought he was a man pretending to be a plant." Kent nodded. "Then he found out from some government research file that he was a PLANT pretending to be a man." "Freaked him out," Neffie said. "He totally fucked up the people who kept his true identity from him," Kent said. After a few seconds of quiet Kent asked, "You think Alice will flip when she finds out what she is?" "I think she knows what she is," Neffie said. "But denial is a powerful drug." Alice and Ygritte came trotting back toward Neffie and Kent. "Why are we clopping around with these horses?" Kent asked voicing his restlessness. "Why don't I conjure up a jeep 4x4 or better yet a jet?" "Kate is looking for something overt like that," Neffie said. "Lucky for us she has no imagination and won't be watching for a group of people crawling along on horse back." "We camp at a gully up ahead," Ygritte said. "Um ... I feel like we should get to the battlefield quicker," Kent said. "Time is different here," Neffie said. "We'll get there with plenty to spare." Neffie, Alice and Ygritte unpacked the horses. Kent tried to help but only got in the way. "I could conjure up something to eat?" Kent said really wanting to help. "That would be helpful," Neffie said. "He better not," Alice said. "Kate is watching. If she senses Kent she'll send the hoard." Ygritte got her bow. "I'll see if I can get us an unlucky rabbit. Maybe a few quail eggs too." "Let's try something easier," Neffie said. "Kent? Any sexual fantasies related to food?" Kent frowned he could only think of one. It was kind of obscure not to mention embarrassing. "Nothing comes to mind," he lied. "Get wood for a fire," Ygritte said. Kent walked around looking for bits of wood in the dry gully. He stopped at a gnarly tree growing out of the wall. This was clearly a gully near Lake Oliver back in Ohio. It didn't surprise him that the place looked familiar since all of this was created from his memories and experiences. With his arms full of deadwood he headed back to the established camp. "Someone is coming," Ygritte said looking out in the open grass plain with bow in hand. Kent dropped the wood and looked too. "Is it Kate?" he asked worried. "Don't know," Alice said. In the fading light Kent barely made out a lone rider on horse back. Everyone drew weapon's. "One of Kate's beasts?" Ygritte asked. "More likely someone heading to the battlefield," Alice said. "Who are you rider?" Ygritte called out. She had an arrow notched. The rider grew closer. Ygritte's bowstring tightened with a crackly leather squeak. "I hear you all are hungry?" came a pleasant female voice. "It's dinner!" Neffie said exhaling. The rider drew close enough to see. Kent sighed. "It's the the chick from the Wendy's commercials." One night over beers he and Donny confessed about women from commercials they would like to fuck. It was just that one time yet here she was real and solid in the world of the Brain Tube. With Donny it had been a tossup with the big tits Verizon girl or the AT&T pink chick. "Love your hair," Ygritte said. "Born of fire. Call me Red," the perky fat food TV symbol. said "Really?" Alice asked Kent. "You have sexual fantasies about the girl in the Wendy's commercials?" "Be glad he does," Red said as she hopped off her ride which turned out to be a donkey and not a horse. She wore blue stretchy pants and a simple white top. At least he she was dressed, Kent thought with relief. From saddlebags Red handed out paper bags filled with hot burgers and fries. From nowhere she produced a tray with large sodas. "Smells so good," Ygritte said as she dug out a burger, tore away the paper and took a big bite. "The Gods be praised!" she said with a full mouth. "Beats wild rabbit and quail eggs," Alice said with a full mouth. "So ..." Neffie said to the bubbly redhead around a bite of burger,, "what exactly ARE Kent's fantasy with you?" Red gave a thoughtful look. "The asiago cheese and—" "Any chicken sandwiches in the bags?" Kent asked cutting off the conversation. "I want to hear this," Neffie said. "I thing Kent doesn't wants me to talk about the asiago cheese thing," Red said tentatively biting her lower lip. "Can I bring up the milkshake and chili thing?" "Curly fries?" Kent asked digging through the bag. "Do we have curly fries?" "There was the time I teamed up with that nice girl from T-Mobile on her cute pink motorcycle and we hooked up with that busty Verizon girl. We stripped Kent naked then he laid out for a female bukkake—" "That's was Donny's fantasy not mine!" Kent yelled cutting her off. "No ..." Red said thoughtfully. "I'm SURE that was you." "I could be wrong," Ygritte said with a mouth full of junk food. "Maybe ya DO know something Kent Orlando." The women had a good laugh at Kent's expense. When all the food was distributed, the Wendy's girl mounted her donkey. "Meet you all at the battlefield," she said as she trotted off into the night. "Asiago!" she shouted somewhere out in the darkness. "What exactly DID you do with asiago cheese?" Neffie asked. Kent didn't bother answering as he chewed on a bacon double cheeseburger. The women laughed at him some more. After the meal they settled around a big campfire made with the gathered wood. Alice lay on her side with her head in Neffie's lap. Neffie messed with her hair weaving it into a complicated pleat. Ygritte sat cross legged slurping the last of her soda on the opposite side of the fire from Kent. "This is nectar of the gods," she said. Kent handed her his half finished drink. She gladly took it. He studied her in the fire light. She was the spitting image of the The Game of Thrones character accent and all. Hell in a way she WAS Ygritte from the HBO series. She was dressed in suede leather from top to bottom like a Native American "I know nothing," Kent readily admitted. "But what do YOU know?" Ygritte looked at her cup of soda, let out a hardy burp then said, "I know that this courtly nectar is not from the wilding side of the Wall." She gave a crooked smile. "I know that I am a free woman. I hold no allegiance to honey born Kings or Queens." "You still seeing Jon Snow?" Kent asked offhandedly. Her smile faded quickly and her face clouded. After a short silence she got up and walked away from the fire into the dark. "Guess I stepped in it huh?" Kent said sheepishly. "The people of the helmet are very complicated entities," Neffie said as she secured the ends of Alice's hair with a leather tie she got from Ygritte. "Many have lived complete lives some have even died ... like Ygritte. Kind of messes with your head." "How does she feel about being here now ... you know in the world of the helmet?" Kent asked. "She's had time to adjust and to accept what she is. Not all entities make the adjustment though. Maximus the gladiator guy was a total mess." "Oh god don't bring HIM up," Alice said. "He refused to accept what he was and went a little nuts. I really felt bad for him." "He nearly killed you, Neffie," Alice said. "If Legolas hadn't put three arrows in him he would have cut you in half like a roast chicken at the Stonehenge feast." "The what feast?" Kent asked. "The Stonehenge feast," Neffie said. "It's like our Christmas here in the helmet. Anyway, not everyone adjusts," Neffie said. "You clearly have," Kent said. "I'm different form your standard fantasy," Neffie said, "I'm based on an existing person that Alice and you knew. Unlike a fictional character with preexisting parameters, I was allowed to fill in gaps on my own from the start. In time, a preexisting entity will do that too." "I though I had you down pretty good?" Alice said. "Ya know nothing Alice Mihara," Neffie said mocking Ygritte's accent. "Ass hole," Alice said. "Anyway," Kent said. "Sorry for upsetting Ygritte. "She's a little bit of a drama queen," Alice said playing with her new hairdo. She looked like a Greek warrior with her long hair pleated. "You should go to her," Neffie said to Kent. "I suck at this kind of thing," Kent said. "Alice should go since they're friends." "Alice will just piss her off even more. Go," Neffie insisted. Reluctantly, Kent got up and walked away from the fire into the darkness. It didn't take him long to stumble over something. "You swag like a fat mammoth baby," Ygritte said from somewhere in the darkness. "I'm a city boy at heart," Kent said. He spun in a slow circle trying to locate her voice. "Sorry for my rudeness," she said. "Jon Snow is a subject that I can't clear my head of." "No biggie," he said. He honed in on her voice and was positive he was facing her. He let out an unmanly yelp when a hand touched his back. "They wouldn't have ya on the Night Watch," Ygritte said as her arms slipped around his chest from behind. "What's ya world like Kent Orlando?" she asked in a whisper. "I'm a second string basketball player at a sub division collage in the middle of the Pacific. Not as interesting as the one you're from," he said. "By interesting ya mean death and senseless cruelty?" Kent shrugged having no answer to that. "I spoke to others who have met you Kent Orlando. They say you're an idiot but brave and loyal." "Um ... thanks for the stirring review," Kent said. She turned him around to face her, that's when he discovered that she was naked. "Interesting," Kent said. "Am I interrupting?" came a soft voice from the darkness. "Yes you are queen of the great river," Ygritte said sounding a little annoyed. "That would be the Nile," Neffie said. "I'm naked and have plans don't you know?" Ygritte said. "Why didn't you say so?" Neffie said. Although he could hardly see a thing, Kent knew that Neffie was stripping down. "Man! I wish there was some light," he said. "Be careful of wishin'" Ygritte said. "In this world they too often come true." "I have someplace we can go," Neffie said. A rectangle of light appeared. Neffie had conjecture a door to somewhere. "This leads to my fold," Neffie said. "I that it was destroyed after the Serenity rescue?" Kent said. "That was a decoy. My fold is safe and sound." "Isn't that Kate bitch going to smell this?" Ygritte asked shielding her eyes from the sudden light. "I found the perfect hiding spot," Neffie assured her. Kent's eyes drank in the naked bodies of the two women nicely displayed by the light of the summoned door. Ygritte was pale and slim with pleasing high end A-cups, a nice waist, delightful hips, a dark red patch of hair adorned her pubic mound. Neffie was slimmer, with medium dark skin, smaller breasts, her pubes jet black. "Come on in." she opened the door. They stepped into a large lit living room decorated somewhere between an Egyptian temple and a modern plush living room with a hint of video arcade. "Welcome to my abode," Neffie said, holding her arms out and spinning in a circle looking outstanding doing it naked. "Where is the fool's ball table!" Ygritte asked totally excited. "Foosball," Neffie corrected with a roll of her eyes. "Of all the miracles of modern living I have to offer and it's Foosball you ask about?" "I could use more of that sobo drink too?" Ygritte said. "Soda," Neffie corrected. She headed in the direction of her kitchen. "I love that cleaver table game," Ygritte said as she charged over to the Foosball table near a large curtained window. "Come Kent Orlando prove you are worthy!" She spun two rows of players violently. "Um ... do we have time?" Kent asked. As pleasant as it was being in the company of the naked beauties, the coming confrontation with Kate weighed heavily on him. Playing Foosball was the last thing on his mind. "In the world of the Brain Tube time is tangential," Neffie said from the kitchen. Kent stared at her blankly. "Digressive? Irrelevant? Nonlinear? "As reliable as a Queen a Lannister promise," Ygritte added. "I thought that Kate was hunting for your fold too?" Kent asked. "As long as your fold holds out, Kate will never find my house. But the moment you fall this place is doomed," Neffie said. "Great ... no pressure," Kent said, "We on the wilding edge of Kent's world?" Ygritte asked. As she dropped the little white ball through the slot and watched it roll about the playing field of the Foosball table. "We're not in Kent's fold at all," Neffie said. "Harriet's?" Kent asked. "Alice's" Neffie said as approached with a bottle of Dr. Pepper and two bottles of Bud Lite lime. "You daft girl??" Ygritte asked. "There is NO Alice fold anymore. "Yes there is," Neffie said, "It just lifeless is all." Neffie handed out the drinks then went to the drawn curtain near the Foosball table and pulled it aside. Outside the window was a bleak apocalyptic landscape occupied by thousands of Kate's ugly minions going all the way out to the distant horizon. Just off in the near distance was the Stonehenge faery ring. "Cersei tits," Ygritte whispered. "We are so fucked," Kent whispered. "We're safe," Neffie said. "Those guys are too stupid to see us. Like I said before, Kate has no imagination. It would never occur to her to look for me at the center of Alice's dead world. But Kent is right, this place is fucked if his fold falls." She sipped her beer. Kent took it upon himself to close the curtain. The scene outside the window looked too much like a scene from that hellish Hieronymus Bosch painting. "Come Kent Orlando play the fools ball with me," Ygritte said. "Hell on earth is just outside these walls and you wanna play Foosball?" Kent asked nonplussed. "Only a fool wants to live forever," Ygritte said. "Or a fools ball player," Kent quipped "Relax, we're safe for now," Neffie said. "Game on," Kent said totally unconvinced. Ygritte scored a slamming goal on him two seconds after the serve. "I wasn't ready," Kent complained as he took firmer hold of the playing handles on his side of the table. She scored on him the second time just as easily. On the third set he manged to score on her after a long volley. Did it again on the forth serve. "Finally a worthy opponent,"Ygritte said breathing hard from exertion. The rise and fall of her milky A-cup chest proved too much of a distraction and she went ahead on the next serve. Kent stamped down his libido just long enough to score two more times on her. Ygritte took a long draw on her soda then asked, "Care to wager on the win?" "Like money?" Kent asked. "Nothing so base," Ygritte said. "The loser has to stick his tongue deep up the winners arse." His interest spiked at the thought of redheaded Ygritte's wilding warm tongue up his neither region. "You're on," he said. "I should warn you that she beat Thor at this game," Alice said suddenly among them. "Saw the door and thought I'd see what Neffie is up to." She eyed the two naked women. "No need to ask I guess." Alice looked around. "Like what you done with the place. Where is Scarlet Witch and Sue Storm?" "Sent them to the battlefield," Neffie said. "Beer?" "Not that lite crap. Got Kirin?" "Always," Neffie said and got Alice her beer. "Let the contest begin," Alice said raising her beer. Ygritte scored several consecutive unchallenged points on Kent. "Hustled by a medieval lass!" Neffie said as Ygritte slammed home the match point. "One more and I win that wet tongue!" Ygritte said. She was gloriously sweaty and absolutely glowing with excitement. "I"ll give ya a bit of hope Kent Orlando. If you score the next point ya win." Kent nodded. Ygritte put the ball in play. He went after it fast and furious. The satisfying sound of the ball slamming into Ygritte's goal slot made him howl in victory. Then he noticed that she didn't have her hand on her goalie handle. She had LET him win. "Where are you hiding your house exactly?" Alice asked Neffie. Neffie drew the curtain for her. "Jesus Girl! You are fucking crazy," Alice said. "Maybe we can bring your fold back when we get to Harriet?" "Yeah ... maybe," Alice said tearing up as she watched Hate's monsters teaming around Stonehenge like ants. "I'll go back to the gully and keep watch for Natasha and Yukio," Alice said. "Why don't you stay?" Neffie asked. "Not in the mood," Alice said and headed to the door. "I could call someone up that you like?" Neffie said. "Outside you two, everyone I know was killed by Kate?" Alice said. "I could find someone you like from MY fold?" Alice half laughed. "No one is crazy enough to come here with all THAT outside." "I know someone who might," Neffie said. She closed her eyes and seconds later a rhythmic knock came at the door. "Enter," Neffie said. The door slowly drifted open and a cloud of smoke billowed into the space. Seconds later in stepped Keanu Reeves with a cigarette nestled in the corner of his mouth. "Matrix?" Alice asked with raised eyebrows. "Constantine at your service," Keanu said with a gracious bow. "Guess I'll stay," Alice said with mock reluctance. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Donny stared slack jawed at Elsa the Ice Queen from the the popular animated musical. She was dressed in her classic blue outfit from her big coming out scene. Like Sasha, Elsa's nipples were front and enter. Clearly, the FCC had no sway in THIS animated world. "I'm Sasha, Harriet's new avatar," Sasha said to big eyed Elsa. "What happened to Huxtable?" Elsa asked. "Deleted by the killer hive tracker," Sasha said. "Can't say that I'll miss him," Elsa said. "That bird never failed to let me know that HE was Harriet's favorite." Elsa gave Donny a critical once over. "Who is this?" the Ice Queen asked. "Donny Stevens from Harriet's world," Sasha said. "Harriet's world? Truly?" Elsa asked sounding doubtful. "Let down your mind block and allow Elsa to see who you are," Sasha said to Donny. Not quiet sure how to do that, Donny focused in on NOT hearing Everclear's Santa Monica that was constantly running through his head in an endless loop. "Oh my you truly are," Elsa said with raised eyebrows. "Will you take word back to Harriet for me?" "Um, sure," Donny said still in awe at being in the presents of this animated icon. It was like meeting the president or Alice Cooper. "Tell Harriet that the clowns have become unruly and have to go." "Yeah, I will," Donny said. "Do the clowns come here?" Sasha asked. "Not lately," Elsa said. She waved for Sasha and Donny to follow. Donny's eyes studied Elsa's splendid ass in her tight blue dress. "Enjoying the view Mr. Stevens?" Elsa asked with a backward glance over her shoulder. "Um—What?" he stammered. "You are imagining her naked," Sasha said. "Better put your block back up before you get yourself in trouble." "Right, right, right," Donny said as he mentally kicked the song back in gear. The steady fall of snow blanketed the animated world around him in whites tinted blue, pink and purple. Elsa lead them into a clearing populated by ice carvings of people. Because of the building snow, the features of the carvings were indistinct. There were roughly twenty statues in the clearing but several more were scattered among the trees. Elsa dusted off the nearest statue to reveal a detailed ice carving of one of Harriet's killer clowns. "Weird," Donny said. "Why would anyone carve one of THESE uglies?" Two seconds later, the clue bus ran him over. This wasn't a statue it was one of the clowns frozen to death by Elsa. A chill unrelated to the cold ran up Donny's spine. "These were the first two that showed up at my door," Elsa said dusting snow off another iced clown. "They insisted that I obey the new rules of the land that females must expose their bottoms. Needless to say I froze them. A dozen armed clowns showed up the next day with a writ." She let out a a soft girlish laugh. "Why they thought that writing down their foolish rules would impress me was so ludicrous." Elsa raised her arms and a sudden cold wind cleaned off a group of frozen clowns all armed to the teeth with swords and guns. The lead clown was frozen in the act of reading from a scroll. "More followed and I froze them too." Donny gulped as he looked at all the frozen clowns scattered among the trees. "Nettled by the constant interruptions," Elsa continued, "I went to clown headquarters. Believe me when I say that I HATE leaving my realm. I don't like the way I look and feel out there. That aside, I released a blizzard that lasted two months. I haven't seen a clown since." Elsa looked at the clown reading the writ. "I do believe this one is named Koontz?" She gripped the round nose of the frozen clown and broke it off. She laughed that girlish laugh again. "Got your nose," she said playfully then tossed it to Donny and he caught it. A muffled moan come from somewhere. It took a couple of seconds for Donny to realized that moan came from the clown with the writ. "Gnarly," Donny whispered. The clown's eyes suddenly moved rolling his way and he quickly dropped the frozen nose in the snow. Elsa dusted her hands and said, "You're both freezing. Come I'll get you something warm to wear." "Natasha and Yukio will be looking for me. Maybe we should go back to the path?" Donny said still looking at poor frozen Koontz the noseless killer clown. "No need to hurry," animated Sasha said. "I'll sense their arrival. Take in the sights. Enjoy yourself." "Thank you," Donny said not meaning it. This dark version of Elsa was NOTHING like the cute lovable character in the Disney movie and he desperately wanted to be clear of her before she decided to literally froze his ass. Elsa led them through the snowy forest. In spite of his fears, Donny did enjoyed the walk. Over the years he had imagined what it would be like to enter an animated world or video game. But as interesting as the sights were, Elsa and her curvy figure walking ahead drew most of his attention. "Man," he whispered as blood stirred a certain part of his anatomy. Over the years animation features and video games played a big part in Donny's coming of age. Now here he was living an encounter probably dreamed of by a whole generation of young men. They stepped into a clearing dominated by a large house. House was too mild a word though, the thing was a brooding mansion three stories tall right out a Gothic novel. "Huh, I would think your place would be a castle made of ice?" Donny said. "Ice castles are hard to maintain year round," Elsa said. They stepped up to massive double doors made of solid wood. Elsa waved her right hand, a cold wind stirred and one of the doors creaked open. Donny wondered how far he would get if he decided to bolt and run? Not far he guessed and reluctantly stepped into a tiled foyer that opened onto a large common room. "Whoa," he said in classic stoner's awe. The space was grand and open at the center with comfortable sofas and chairs along the edges. Lots of lacy pillows were haphazardly scattered about. At the far end he spied a large king size four post bed, messy and unmade. Light filled the space from high windows. He counted three fireplaces but none of them had fires going. An elaborate staircase lead to the upper floors. "I hardly venture up stairs anymore," Elsa said as she crossed the large room. "Make yourselves at home." Impressively displayed in animated perfection was a horn of fruit at the center of a heavy dinning room table. A couple of wheels of cheese, whole loaves of baked bread, bowls of nuts and dried fruit supplemented the fresh fruit. A dozen gold goblets filled with what looked like wine stood in a perfect line like soldiers on guard. Nestled among the fruit and nuts looking out of place was an open twelve pack of Sierra Mist. The sight of all the animated food made Donny's stomach growl. "Help yourself," Elsa said noticing how Donny was eying up the food. "Sorry, no meat. In this world animals are generally sentient. Couldn't bring myself to eat one. The cheese comes from cows I know. Very nice ladies but a little too gossipy if you ask me." "Um ... right," Donny said. "Were do you get the soda from?" "Giant," she stated flatly. "The grocery store chain?" Donny asked almost laughing. "No a snow giant, he lives two valleys down," Elsa said clearly not trying to be funny. Sasha helped herself to a golden goblet. Donny did the same and took a tentative sip. It tasted like chilled champagne with a strong honey background. He picked up an impressively red apple and gave the shiny cartoon fruit a good look. He sniffed it, it smelled like a Fuji. He opened his mouth to take a bite but stopped as stories of poison apples from a host of animated features suddenly came to mind. He put down the apple and broke off a piece of cheese instead. It was a mild smoked cheddar and very delicious. He tore off an hunk of bread from a loaf and bit into it. It was wholewheat, a little sweet and chewy like an Eisenstein bagel. As Donny worked on more cartoon bread, he watched Sasha dip a large strawberry into a bowl of cream and take a bite. She looked totally sexy doing it. Hell, animated Sasha Grey would look sexy doing her taxes. Sasha and Donny exhaled breaths of steam, both openly shivering now. It was as cold as a walk in refrigerator at Costco. "Forgive me, the cold doesn't bother me, " Elsa said. "I'll get the coats."As Donny scarfed bread and cheese, he watched Elsa approach a dresser near the bed. Instead of opening it, she spoke to it. "Open Nigel." The dresser seem to shake then a deep male voice said, "I'm on break." "You have sat here for MONTHS without me cracking you open," Elsa complained. The dresser shook again. "Union rules." "The dresser is speaking," Donny said to Sasha. "Are you surprised?" Sasha asked. "We ARE in an animated fairytale world after all," Sasha downed the last of her sweet champagne then picked up a fresh goblet. Donny wondered if Sasha could get drunk. "If he won't open up I can get you a deal on a bureau from Ikea?" Sasha said with a giggle then a hiccup. Guess she CAN drunk Donny mused. "Better yet," Elsa said looking cross, "me thinks we could use wood for a fire." She rapped a knuckle on one of the dresser's panel doors. "I'm complaining to the union rep," the dresser said as his doors floated open. Elsa pulled out two heavy coats and walked them to her guests. "Sorry, good furniture is hard to find these days," Elsa said as she handed a lavender felt coat lined with fur to Sasha." Sasha put down her drink to slip on the coat. It was snug at the waist, she looked good in it. Donny's coat was fur lined too and dark blue with a military cut. "Shouldn't fur be a tabu like eating meat?" Donny asked as he slipped on the coat and worked the gold buttons. "I have an arrangement with a certain pack of local wolves," Elsa said. "They try to eat me every now and then and I get to keep their skins when they fail." Donny noticed several wolf skin rugs scattered under foot. "This is lovely," Sasha said doing a little twirl in her coat. "I love your dress too." Elsa di

d a little twirl of her own in her semi translucent classic blue gown. "I have more," Elsa said. "All my own designs. Would you like to see?" "Loved too," Sasha said. Sasha grabbed a third gold goblet of honey champagne and followed Elsa to the part of the room with the four post bed and the talking dresser. Donny's eyes drank in Elsa's animated figure. Boy was it kicking when she moved. Beyond the bed were a set of french doors, Elsa went to them and threw them open to reveal a huge walk in closet the size of a living room lined with racks of clothes. "Wow," Sasha said. "I have a lot of time on my hands," Elsa said as she pulled out a black dress for Sasha to see. "I just finished this one. I call it obsidian princess." "Put it on, I wanna see," Sasha said. Elsa draped the dress on a nearby chair and waved her hands. Her blue gossamer dress turned into vapor and drifted away from her hourglass form leaving her heart stopping naked. "Whoa," Donny whispered checking out Queen Elsa's perky B-cups and platinum blond patch of hair between her pink-white animated thighs. Then he quickly looked away unsure if staring at a naked queen was permitted. "Being the coat closet of a beautiful Ice Queen has it's perks," Nigel the dresser whispered. "Weird," Donny said giving the dresser a once over. Closeup he could see that wood knot patterns represented eyes and a brow, a mouth was formed by intersecting panels upfront and a knob for a nose. Donny reached out to touch one of the doors. "Hands off the varnish buddy," the dresser said. Donny snapped his hand back. Elsa slipped on her obsidian dress and pulled and fussing with the long sleeves. The dress was snug and displayed her hourglass figure and cute bosom perfectly. "Spectacular," Sasha said. That she was Donny agreed. Although her nakedness from a few seconds earlier was hard to top. Elsa twirled her dress in true animated musical fashion. It wouldn't have surprised him if she broke into song. But she didn't. What a bummer. Sasha sighed in envy. "This is it for me," she said indicating her red top and skinny jeans beneath her coat. "As a messenger avatar I have NO wardrobe." "Try something on," Elsa said. Really?" Sasha asked excited. She put her goblet down and stepped into the wardrobe room. After a quick scan of the racks she pulled out a pink gown with salmon trim. "Good choice," Elsa said. "I call that one royal birthday cake." Sasha held the dress against her front, then she draped it on a nearby rack and removed her lavender coat, top and jeans. Beneath she wore pink lacy boyshort panties and matching bra. She lifted the dress high over her head and started to wiggle her way into it but got stuck with it halfway down. "You have a FAR trimmer waist than I," Sasha said as she struggled. Elsa walk over to give her a hand. "Wow," Donny whispered. "Oh yeah," Nigel the dresser said softly with his wood panel mouth turned up in a satyr's leer. "Sasha is MUCH easier to look at than Huxtable the peacock." "Were you always a wardrobe chest?" Donny asked Nigel. "No way," Nigel said. "I was the chief palace guard for some pissant king who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He cheated on his queen with the help every chance he got. Fucking stupid since his queen was a powerful sorceress. Word finally got to the queen and she turned the king and all the king's men into furniture. I was lucky. The king was turned into a commode. Anyway, Elsa bought me at a castle clearance sale and I've been watching her undress for two years now." "Um ... cool," Donny said. With Elsa's help, Sasha got the dress down. After a little dithering, Sasha ran to a standing mirror near Nigel to look at herself. "I look like a fairytale princess," she said and did her own big musical spin. Donny saw his brawny animated reflection in the mirror behind her. In the military coat he kind of look like a prince ... if you ignored the flower surfer jams and Birkenstock sandals. Donny bowed to Sasha and said, "My I have this dance my lady?" "Why of course," Sasha said offering her ostentatious hand. Elsa clapped her hands and a Stravinsky waltz magically filled the air. Donny grandly lead Sasha to the big open space in middle of the great room. After a deep bow, Donny took her right hand into his left, put his other at her waist and broke into a waltz. Sasha laughed as she let him sweep her away. "Donny Stevens ... where did you learn to dance?" Sasha asked looking at him with her huge brown Disney eyes. "Byle Community Center," he said. "My mom made me do it. I didn't mind too much 'cause I had a mean crush on the totally hot instructor." He put Sasha into a spin. Laughing, she drunkenly fell away from him and spilled onto a pillow strewn divan. "You may dance with the queen," Elsa said. Donny turned to say something silly but held back when he saw the serious expression on Elsa's beautiful animated face. She had given a command and expected him to obey. He stiffened and struck a pose. She stepped into his arms and they went into a series of complicated spins. Elsa, knew how to waltz ... must be a queen thing. Lucky for Donny, the two years at the community center payed off and he didn't make a fool of himself. In fact he was flawless. Elsa's unnaturally large blue eyes never wavered from his as they spun and dipped. He was glad for the overly long coat for it concealed the straining bulge in his shorts. He was sure that getting a boner while dancing with the queen was a capital offense. He crassly wondered what his animated hardon looked like. The music suddenly changed. The Contours 'Do You Love Me' replaced Stravinsky. The movie Dirty Dancing was Harriet Kono's older sister's favorite. Harriet confessed that as a kid she was forced to sit through the movie a million times. Apparently, Harriet's visceral relationship with the movie had become part of Elsa's virtual DNA. Much to Donny's dismay, they broke into the classic movie grind. There was no hiding his erection from her now. She's gonna freeze my ass for sure, he worried. Half way through the dance she aggressively kissed him. "Wow," he said at the other end of the most amazing kiss of his existence. His kiss with Yukio being the only other one that didn't pale to Elsa's. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "It's nice to see her enjoying herself," Neffie whispered in Kent's ear. She and Kent faced Alice who sat off in a corner talking to Keanu Reeves slash Constantine. Constantine must have said something funny for Alice smiled then let out a laugh. Constantine reached out and touched her pleated hair. "Ah ... yeah nice," Kent said not at all interested in Alice and Keanu. He knelt naked on a sofa with his hands on the top of the cushions, his legs slightly parted as Ygritte's warm tongue slicked his butt hole. Ygritte stopped with her tongue and slapped Kent's ass hard enough to make him yelp. She threw herself on the sofa. "Can ya handle a wilding woman born of fire?" she asked looking up at him alluring and threatening all at once. He had already bedded the entire female crew of the Serenity from Firefly. Hell, surviving River Tam alone was a feat worth boasting. Who else he pondered? Sandra Oh, Lucy Lu as Watson, the fast and furious Asian chick, the Hawaii Five babe. Oh yeah, let's not forget green and dangerous Mila Kunis as the wicked witch of the west. "Yeah, I can handle a wilding redhead," he said. He fell on her and instigated a long deep kiss. He quickly found out that the word wilding fit Ygritte to a tee. She bit, she scratched, growled and pulled his hair. At some point he had entered her but couldn't recall exactly when or how. Showing both strength and agility, Ygritte flipped them to be on top. Slim Filipino Neffie slipped in beside them and lustfully ran her dark hands over Ygritte's pale milky chest and coppery brown nipples. Ygritte looked down at him with lustful menace, planted her hands on his chest, dug in her nails to make him gasp then got her hips rocking. Neffie's hands liberally fondled Ygritte's front occasionally sliding over Kent's belly and chest. "Kiss me queen river bitch," Ygritte said to Neffie. Neffie obliged. Mid kiss, Ygritte pulled away from Neffie and came with wilding verbosity. After several harsh gulps of air, she dropped down and kissed Kent long but tenderly. After the kiss she whispered to him, "Not since Jon Snow." "Stop hogging him," Neffie said. Ygritte yelped as Neffie pulled her away. Neffie straddled Kent's lower body, steadied his wet erection, lowered herself down and went at it with lewd abandon. The normally mild Filipino girl came raucously gripping handfuls of Kent's dark hair. Sweaty and breathing hard she looked down at him with triumphant satisfaction. "After a fuck like that I'd be proud to die in battle in the morning," Ygritte said. Neffie laughed. "Maybe that's why some people fight so fiercely ... to live and fuck like this again." A guttural sounds came from where Alice and Constantine were. Everyone turned to look. Alice stood naked, her back to Kent and the others, her ass a pleasant curve, her pleated hair brushed her tailbone. Constantine knelt before her, most of him obscured by Alice's naked form, his fingers sunk into the flesh of her ass cheeks. It was clear that he was working her with his mouth. There was the guttural again. It wasn't human or animal. It was ... other? "That man is more beast than human," Ygritte whispered. "I think that sound is coming from Alice," Neffie said. Constantine's ass kneading hands brightened with a strange yellow glow then shockingly burst into flames. "Holy shit! He's gonna burn her up!" Kent said sitting up. "She's fine," Neffie said shoving him back down onto his back. All of Alice's skin was now a deep charcoal black except were Constantine's burning hand gripped her ass, the skin there was like red burning briskets. "I KNEW she didn't need her fold to transform," Neffie said. "Ay, that one was always the demon," Ygritte said. She gave Neffie a sly look. "What about you Nefertiti? Ya found your changeling soul yet?" Neffie smiled then her eyes gave off a queer yellow light. "You okay?" Kent asked looking up at her. Even as he spoke her skin darkened to grayish brown then shockingly she sprouted fur allover. The sensation or her transformation against his bare skin was really strange. Her face, although still generally human, took on feline features. She pushed her long hair behind her ears that were now pointy and catlike. With large green and gold cat eyes, she gazed down at him. She smiled exposing animal sharp teeth. "What the fuck!" Kent said. In a panic he made to push her off him. Ygritte put a hand on his chest to still him. "You best stay calm," Ygritte advised. He squirmed anyway. Neffie flexed her hands resting on his chest and he instantly felt the claws. She didn't break skin but it was enough to stop his struggling. She bent down and her tongue flickered across his mouth raspy and warm. The tightening of her vaginal muscles around his erection that was still deep inside her, although thrilling, was a sensation he had no frame of reference for. Her furry nose brushed his face. "Kiss me," she whispered. He did. Her long nimble feline tongue invaded his mouth. He put up no resistance. He didn't dare since her claws reflexively dug in as she kissed. At the end of the kiss she whispered, "Fuck me." She sat up and they got a rockin'. She pushed her long hair behind her pointy cat ears again. Her animalness was mind blowing. The fur from her neck down to her pubic area was a light gray. In mindless delight he ran his hands over the small pleasing swells of her fur covered A-cups. He encountered Ygritte's hands doing the same. "Always knew you were a skin changer," Ygritte said. "Make me see Bastet!" Neffie said. "What? Who?" Kent asked bewildered as he rammed his hips up in time with her bucking rolls. "Her cat Goddess," Constantine said suddenly standing nearby. He and Alice were naked, smoking cigarettes and watching. Alice's skin was back to her normal creamy beige although her eyes seemed to give off an unnatural light. Constantine was fully erect. Neffie's hips went into a series of rapid fire rolls then she let out her one and only animal growl and came savagely. Her claws dug into Kent's shoulders drawing blood this time. At the end of her throes Neffie asked breathlessly, "What you want Kent?" "A little first aid," he said touching then flinching at his deep scratches. Neffie giggled then bent to lick his wounds. "Ouch," Kent said. "Heal thy self godling," Constantine said as he lit up a fresh cigarette from the coal of the previous one. "Oh yeah, I can do that," Kent said. Instantly the sting of his scratches dissipated. "Better?" Neffie asked. "Yeah ... I wanna come on your face," Kent said. Neffie pulled away from him and knelt on the floor. Kent stood above her gripping his erection. For the first time he noticed that she had a sleek and twitching dark tail. "Cool," he said. Unexpectedly, Alice knelt next to feline Neffie and took charge of Kent's hardon. "Need help with that?" Ygritte asked Constantine. She fondled his balls then ran a hand along the bottom curve of his erection. "Indeed," Constantine said. He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke as Ygritte knelt and gripped him with two hands. In sync, Alice and Ygritte stroked the perspective hardons in their possession. Alice, with her classic Japaneses face and newly pleated hair tipped Kent over the edge. His first burst struck Alice's forehead over her right eyebrow. Alice quickly pointed his erection at Nefertiti and six monstrous emissions sprayed her feline face. "Anoint me dark wizard," Ygritte said to Constantine. He obliged by blasting her beautiful, sharp featured Celtic face from forehead to chin. He seem to take particular joy in getting as much as he could into her wilding red hair. Constantine's head jerked toward the curtained window near the Foosball table. "Something has changed," he said. He still held his burning cigarette and took a drag as he pulled himself away from kneeling cum covered Ygritte. He walked to a set of double doors and gripped the knobs. '"No!" Everyone yelled in unison. "I got this," Constantine said as he pulled open the doors. All braced for the rush of Kate's uglies. "You!" Constantine yelled out the door. "What is happening?" A single shiny jet black monster about five feet tall with insect eyes and emaciated legs and arms stepped into Neffie's living room. Although thoroughly naked everyone took defensive stances, the only one with a weapon was Neffie with her oversize Dirty Harry handgun. "Talking to me?" the creature asked Constantine. "Yes you fouler of the innocent," Constantine said. "My name is Rodger," the creature said sounding hurt and offended. "Whatever. Where are your companions?" "Called to devour another fold," Rodger said. "What fold is that?" Neffie asked positive it was hers. "Harriet Kono's. It is the end of times. It is the end of 1:23," Rodger said smugly and proudly. Neffie blew the little fuckers head off with her Smith and Wesson model 29. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Donny Stevens stared into Elsa's unnatural large blue eyes as they danced face to face to Gershwin's 'Summer Time' sung by Ella Fitzgerald. Before that was Michel Jackson's thriller. Elsa certainly had an eclectic taste in music. If anyone ever asked Donny the most surprising thing about being in an animated world he would say was the smells. The food, the wine, the cold pine air outside smelled perfect triggering memories both sexual and mundane. He inhaled Elsa's musky perfume. Beneath the perfume was a natural very human scent. It was her breath though that hit a sexual nerve for him. It smelled of the sweet tea with a hint of cinnamon. It occurred to him that all her scents were very familiar. Harriet's Brain Tube must be lifting memories of past sexual experiences from his head. In any case it was all totally intoxicating. Harriet's gonna make a gazillion buck with this Brain Tube. He put her into a soft spin. The air shimmered with sudden sparkling ice crystals. When she folded back into his arms her black dress had vanished. "Have mercy," he whispered as his eyes dropped to her firm animated B-cups. Close up her nipples were an odd but pleasing purplish pink. He could feel the heat radiating from her bare skin surprising since she was a know ice queen. She pressed against him. The music changed to the Beatles 'Yesterday.' "Perhaps I should go check in with Harriet?" Sasha said from a nearby sofa working oh her goblet of sparkly wine. "Stay," Elsa said softly. It wasn't a command more of a plea from a very lonely person. "Harriet created me but never gave me a purpose." She looked over at Sasha. "I envy you. You have a function. I just exist." "I'm a drone program and go where I'm told," Sasha said. "Be glad that you're allowed the freedoms you have. Don't forget, you were conjured from some dark corner of Harriet's mind. When she gets around to you this will all change." Donny recalled the indignities he witnessed Monica, Phoebe and Rachel endured not too long ago. He whispered to the naked Elsa, "You don't have to do a think you don't want to." She looked up into his face. "I'm the queen," she said and didn't elaborate any further. She put a hand behind his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. The was kiss was the most in the moment thing that Donny had ever experienced. Elsa closed her impossibly big blue eyes but Donny kept his wide open not wanting to miss a thing. The feel of her skin, her hair, her taste, her smell was totally awesome! His hands drifted down to her smooth animated ass. "Mind if I try on a few more dresses?" Sasha asked. Elsa didn't respond. "I'll take that as a yes," Sasha said. She got up and headed to the wardrobe room via the food table for more champagne. Elsa suddenly pulled away from Donny and went into a waltzing spin. "Undress for me Donny Stevens," Elsa said as she danced. Donny sloughed off his coat, kicked off his sandals, pealed off his t-shirt and dropped his jams and stood in unnaturally white tidy whities. From where he stood he could just make himself out in the mirror near the wardrobe room. Like his princely animated physic the bulge in his undies was clearly enhanced. "Awesome," he whispered as he approached the mirror. With no hesitation he dropped the undies. "Cool," he said gripping his sprung nine plus animated dick. "You gonna hurt someone with that thing," Sasha said. She now wore a one piece leather like bathing suit with high black boots and a short red superhero cape. "I call that one waiting in red," Elsa said as she slid behind Donny, gripped his erection and observed it in the mirror. Donny was half a head taller than she\\. His hands drifted over her naked form. "To the bed," Elsa commanded in a whisper and led him by his intimate handle. Donny dropped onto the big bed and expected Elsa to join him bet she went back into her spinning dance. "Dance with me Lady Grey," Elsa commanded. The women gripped each other and fell into a simple box step, Elsa lead. Donny laid there watching them dance. Next he knew they were kissing. "Man ..." he whispered. Elsa put Sasha into a spin, they separated. Sasha went back to the wardrobe room and Elsa marched towards the bed with a serious expression on her animated face. She fell flat on her tummy at the end of the bed and dragged her body along the length of Donny's splayed form making sure that her awesome tits brushed against his erection. When their faces met, they kissed briefly. Elsa reversed her crawl and ended with her head between his legs. He propped up on his elbows to see what her intentions were. She looked up at him with her big eyes. "You want to see?" she asked? "Yeah," he said. Elsa waved a hand and mirrors made of ice suddenly surrounded the bed on all sides and above. She lowered her head and took him into her extraordinarily warm mouth. Her hair obscured her action in the side mirrors so he dropped flat to look at the mirror above. She was curled in a pleasant half circle as her head bobbing up and down. "Knock, knock," Sasha said as she slipped through a narrow gap between mirrors. She wore a deep purple off the shoulder, long sleeve clinging dress that came to mid thigh. Elsa stopped briefly to say, "I call that one cat's out of the bag. It comes with a cat ear tiara." Sasha giggled as she waved the tiara then put it on giving her diamond studded cat ears. Elsa went back to giving Donny head. Sasha frowned. "He can't see with all that platinum hair in the way." She sounded totally drunk. Sasha hiked up her dress, knelt on the bed, shimmed up to Elsa, gripped her hair and held it back. "Better?" she asked Donny. He looked at the mirrors at the sides of the bed and nodded. "Kneel up a bit, your majesty" Sasha said to Elsa with a gentle slap at her butt." the queen shifted. "Grip the length with one hand and cup his balls," Sasha said. Elsa complied. Sasha looked over at one of the side mirrors. "That's a MUCH better visual." Elsa stopped with her mouth and made to straddled Donny's hips with clear intent. "Whoa, slow down. Let the poor boy have a little fun," Sasha said. "I want him now," Elsa said. "I'm sure you do," Sasha said. "But I bet Donny boy would like to get at your animated B-cups and maybe see what Disney pussy tastes like?" "I am kind of curious," Donny confessed. Elsa rolled her large eyes. "Get at it," she said as she flopped on her back on the bed. Donny kissed her mouth briefly then peppered her neck with small kisses making Elsa giggle. He kissed his way down to her lovely breasts and pink purple nipples. He licked at a nipple and gently bit. "I like that," Elsa said. "Bite the other one." He obeyed. He then worked his way down to the top of her pubic mound. Like it should be in an animated feature, her pubic hair was a bright silvery blond. He kissed the upper ridge then with two fingers traced her warm wet seam to her clitoris. He pulled back a bit to get a good look. It was interesting to say the lease. He bobbed in and explored her with his tongue. Her taste was so unexpected that he pulled back quickly. "Don't like?" Sasha asked. "I like," Donny said quickly, "just not what I expected." "What does the queen taste like?" Sasha asked. "Like strawberries and cold white wine," he said. This was a Harriet thing! One night he had dribbled strawberry soaked white wine down her center as he gave her head. He had certainly enjoyed doing it but wondered if this part of Elsa was coming from Harriet or him? He was told early on that he couldn't conjure fantasies using the auxiliary helmet. But he was sure that the belrog was HIS doing. "Continue!" Elsa demanded. And that he did. Elsa groaned, bucked her hips and grabbed his hair. "Lady Gray advise!" "What would you like my Queen??" Sasha asked arching one eyebrow. "Anything!" Elsa said. "Anything?" Sasha echoed. "Yes! I command you!" Sasha stood on the floor, peeled off her lacy pink panties, hiked up her short purple dress, got on the bed again and swung a leg over Elsa's chest. Donny rolled his eyes up to behold Sasha's glowing animated ass. He could just make out Sasha feeding her clitoris to Elsa's mouth. Sasha gasped then asked, "Why do I taste like my queen?" A deep muffled laugh shook Elsa then she said, "Dark chocolate and semisweet cherries." "Pussy is like a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get." Sasha said in imitation of Mr. Gump. Donny barked a sudden laugh. "Don't you dare stop or I will freeze your wizzer off!" Elsa threatened from the other side of Sasha. "My momma didn't raise a stupid child," Donny said in a bad Alabama accent and went back to work. "Stupid is as stupid does," Sasha said around a gasp. It took all that Donny had not to laugh again. Sasha's ass rocked and swayed as Elsa worked her. "Finger my ass snow bitch queen," Sasha said. "Make me come on your royal cartoon face!" The dirty talk was all Harriet for sure. Elsa's delicate pale right hand slipped around to Sasha's crack, felt for the bud of her hole then wiggled a finger in. "Oh yeah! I'm coming you fucking queen bitch!" Sasha yelled. And that she did with Elsa's mouth surrounding her clitoris and the queen's finger deep up her ass. Elsa tensed as her orgasm arrived. "Mountain Gods!" was all she said. Donny kept his mouth in play until her body settled. Sasha gave a deep husky laugh. "Good for you?" she asked the queen. "Inside me NOW," Elsa said. "I think she's talking to you," Sasha said with a glance over her shoulder. Ms. Grey moved aside to reveal Queen Elsa, her animated face and body shiny with sweat, her platinum blond hair a wild mess, her chest rising and falling from exertion. "Man," Donny whispered as he gripped his pale cartoon erection and pierced the queen in one lustful jab. They quickly got moving, Elsa's breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips, his eyes alternated from her hypnotic bouncing to her unflinching big blue eyes. Sasha sat to the side still in her purple dress with her legs curled up under her, the diamond cat ear tiara a bit ascewed on her head. She slid a little closer and ran her hands over Elsa's chest temporarily stilling the bouncing. "You like that your royal fuckness?" Sasha asked. "Yes ... I like," Elsa said. The queen squeezed her eyes shut, arched her back and came. When she calmed, her eyes opened and she smiled up at Donny. "Blessed Goddess of the sky," she whispered. A gentle snow started to fall. Sasha giggled then extended her tongue to catch a flake. "What would you like for the money shot Donny Stevens?" Sasha asked. "Anything," Donny said as he planted his outstretched arms on either side of Queen Elsa's head and got his hips going again. "I bet you would like to anoint the queen in dirty pornographic style," Sasha said. After eight glorious stabs Donny pulled out of and gripped his wet erection. "Yeah," he said. Stand on the floor," Sasha said to him. "Elsa kneel before him and beg his indulgence." Elsa gave drunken Sasha a dubious look. This ain't gonna fly, Donny thought. Elsa slipped off the bed and knelt on the edge of the intricately woven rug, her eyes rolled up to Donny standing above her. "I implore you, paint me with your seed Donny Stevens of Byle, Ohio." Donny let loose a massive spurt that sprayed Elsa's face from her chin to her messy platinum blond hair. Five more jets indiscriminately coated the animated queen's delicate face. "My isn't THIS a fantasy come true," Sasha said. Elsa licked at her messy lips. She giggled and said, "You taste like a tart fruit drink with a little salt and distilled spirits." Sasha dropped to her knees and blatantly licked at Elsa's messy face. "Interesting, it's tequila," Sasha said licking her upper lip, "Why do you taste like a Margarita?" "No fucking idea," Donny said. "Get me a goblet of wine," Elsa demanded as she wiped her face with a bed cover. Donny slipped pass the ice mirrors and headed to the buffet table to do the queen's bidding. He stopped short when he saw a dozen or so animated clowns armed to the teeth occupying Elsa's living room. "Um ... Elsa?" Donny said in a squeaky voice. "Bring me a goblet too," Sasha called. "Ladies ... better come out now," Donny said. Elsa and Sasha stepped out into the open. "How dare you!" Elsa yelled. A stalagmite ring of razor sharp ice formed around Donny. Then stalactites of ice grew from the ceiling all points facing the invaders. "Queen Elsa!" one of the clowns yelled. "We come in peace!" "What ruse is this?" Elsa yelled. Her face darkened as she raised her arms. A distinct cracking sound came from the ceiling. Death was about to rain down on the clowns. She looked absolutely awesome in her naked fury. "KHT has been ordered to purge our fold," the clown spokesman said. His eyes rolled nervously up to the ceiling. "Liar!" Elsa yelled. "Oh my my god!" Sasha said with her brown eyes closed. "He's telling the truth! Kate is attacking this fold as we speak!" "We need your help queen of ice and snow," the clown said, he dropped to one knee and bent his head. His fellow clowns did the same.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, balloon, floating, helium, Ms. Bouncer Text: High in the sky, spying down upon the world with an eye for justice, Ms. Bouncer floated along underneath inflated breasts. Listening to the sounds of wind and creaking skin, she sighed and turned her sight to her own cleavage. "Quiet day today," she mused to herself. "Nothing's happened since that bank robbery this morning. I should probably get down soon." Looking back down at the city below, Amelia's gaze drifted over to the suburbs where something caught her attention. A sign was visible on the roof of a small house, facing straight up to the sky. Deflating and swooping lower, Amelia could see clearly printed in bold lettering: "MS. BOUNCER LAND HERE!" A message for her specifically? Amelia had seen fans staring up at her as she went on sky patrols before, but never had she seen a sign positioned for her. Her curiosity peaked, the pneumatic heroine glided down towards the beacon. Landing on the sidewalk, Amelia looked at the house that had signaled her. It was a small one story house, nothing about it screamed TRAP, EVIL LAIR, or so she walked up to the front door and knocked. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a short-haired brunette wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Before Amelia could offer a greeting, the brunette gasped loudly and clasped her hands over her mouth in shock. "Oh my god! Katie, it worked!" the brunette shouted back into the house. "She's actually here! Okay, okay, okay..." The woman took a few moments to collect herself before turning back to Amelia. "Hi Ms. Bouncer! I'm Beth, uh, we, er... hey, why don't you just come in, it'll be easier to explain that way." Beth said, gesturing for Amelia to enter the house. "Alright then. I'm guessing that sign on your roof wasn't just for show, huh?" Amelia said as she strode into the humble abode. Inside, she made her way to the living room, where a woman sat on the couch, appearing even more surprised than Beth was. She had long red hair and was wearing a tanktop and yoga pants. Amelia took a seat across from the couch as Beth darted into the room and stood to the side of the two seated women. "Okay, so, this is my friend and roommate Katie," Beth said, gesturing to the woman beside her. "It's her birthday today, and well, she's a big fan. Like, reeeeally big fan." Amelia nodded, noting how Katie was still staring wide-eyed at her, likely busy processing having her heroine walk into her home. "The sign was my idea," Beth continued, "I wanted to see if I could get her a meeting with her idol. To be honest, pretty surprised it worked." Amelia smiled at the two, trying to ease Katie out of her stupor. "It's no big deal. It's actually quite nice to meet a fan of my work!" Amelia extended her hand towards Katie, who grasped it slowly. Amelia could feel Katie trembling as she shook her hand. "Happy birthday to ya, Ms. Katie!" Katie, to her credit, remembered to raise her hand and shake in response. "H-hi Ms. Bouncer. I, uh, like your work." Katie said, voice shaky with excitement and shyness. "You know, the superhero stuff and the, er, you know." She mimed balloons on her chest. "The inflating part. Just, you know, it's cool, that's all." Not wanting to be rude, Amelia suppressed her smile as she watched Katie's face turn crimson. She looked over at Beth, who nodded curtly to confirm Amelia's suspicion that Katie's admiration of her powers wasn't entirely innocent as Katie was trying to make it out to be. Wanting to break the shy silence, Amelia scanned the room and came up with an idea. "Say," she said, "for a party, there sure aren't that many balloons in here." Beth perked up at the observation. "Oh, that's my bad," she said. "The sign took so long to make and get up we didn't have time to do much preparing before you got here. I got a pack of balloons here." She tossed a pack of party balloons over to Amelia. "If you like," Beth continued, "I can get the helium tank we got for-" "Oh no, that won't be necessary," Amelia interrupted, tearing open the pack and taking out a balloon. Taking a deep breath, she blew into it with gusto, inflating the rubber orb to capacity in one breath. Tying off the balloon's nozzle, Amelia let it go and watched as it floated up to the ceiling. "Remember, you're talking to a walking, talking supply of endless helium," she reminded Beth and Katie with a wink. Beth clapped at the display while Katie stared transfixed at the balloon rolling around on the ceiling, her mind clearly imagining what other uses Amelia's powers had. Amelia decided to indulge Katie's imagination. After all, it was her birthday, and Amelia found her shy and reverant demeanor to be the cutest thing. Turning to face Katie, Amelia took out another balloon and smiled at her fan. "Of course, while it's neat to exhale helium, there are much more entertaining tricks for this party, if you'd like to see them," Amelia said, giving Katie a wink as she leaned towards her. Katie, cheeks as red as a tomato, took a moment to respond with an enthusiastic nod. To the surprise of the roommates, Amelia casually slipped the straps of her uniform off her shoulders, peeling her costume down to expose her breasts. Beth stared wide-eyed, muttering something about understanding why Amelia didn't bother with a mask, while Katie seemed to be taking time to remember how exactly breathing worked. Amelia herself chuckled at the pairs reaction. People's reactions to her casual attitude towards nudity gave Amelia a lifetime supply of funny faces to remember. Keeping her pace, she took the nozzle of the balloon in her hand and placed it over her nipple. Holding it in place and focusing, a jet of helium streamed out of Amelia's breast into the balloon as if her nipple was the nozzle on a helium tank. She filled it, tied off the end, and repeated the process. Soon the ceiling was covered in an array of multi-colored rubber orbs. Finishing filling up the last balloon, Amelia took it off her leaking nipple and tied it off. At the same time, she allowed her breasts to swell a few cup sizes with helium, acting as if she didn't notice it. Letting the balloon float off, she took a dramatic look down at her swelling mammaries, clasping her hands to her cheeks like a true overactor. Letting the inflation subside,she looked over her own set of party balloons to see Katie staring wide-eyed at the pneumatic pair of boobs facing her. Along with her face now rivaling the color red itself for the position of "most red thing in existence," Katie had a wide grin plastered on her as she took in the sight of her idol standing topless with inflated breasts before her. No doubt she was fiercely debating whether this was a dream or reality. Amelia glanced over at Beth. The brunette flashed a thumbs up before pointing at Katie and miming a set of big tits. Amelia nodded at Beth's silent signal, and the brunette grinned gleefully at the idea of what Amelia was about to do. Strutting forward to Katie, Amelia leaned forward, giving the shy redhead a full view of her naked cleavage. "Say Katie," she said as seductively as someone who has never actively seduced someone in their life could, "I've got another trick I can show you if you like." Katie nodded slowly, now constantly vibrating in excitement. With blinding speed, Amelia swooped towards Katie and pulled her into a kiss. For a second, Katie felt as if she was on top of the world. Then Amelia blew hard into her, and Katie realized very quickly that she may very well be on her way to physically being atop the world. Amelia felt Katie jolt in surprise as the helium flowed into her. Though she couldn't see it, she knew Katie's breasts were already swelling into her tank-top. A rubbery creak accompanied the hiss of the puff kiss as Katie's breasts pulled her top taut. The fangirl had closed her eyes and was softly moaning as she was inflated. The stitches of her tanktop now audibly struggled to contain the helium mammaries inside, and with Amelia continuing to inflate Katie, the straps soon lost their valiant battle. Katie's breasts sprung forth, perky and round with gas. Over to the side, Beth cheered as the spectacle unfolded, her phone recording the event for Katie to watch later. Katie herself moaned in bliss as she felt her skin stretch outward to contain the helium. On top of being able to make out with her idol, Katie was feeling all the pressure, pleasure, and sensitivity that came with having your inflation fetish realized. Her nipples felt as if they were burning with arousal, making her legs shake as her mind was clouded with pleasure. Her breasts now dwarfed Amelia's own boosted pair and squeaked as they rubbed together. The air around Katie was feeling bubbly and thick; she thought for a moment that she was about to faint. Instead, Katie felt her legs begin to stretch up as she got bigger. She rose to a moment to her toes before Amelia suddenly pulled backwards with her. Katie let out a distressed "mmph!", but to her amazement she didn't fall to the ground. Rather, she felt her breasts pushing up against her upper body, like beach balls in a swimming pool. She kicked her legs as her feet left the ground, defying gravity as Kate hung horizontally in the air to Amelia, attached by their kiss like a balloon to a nozzle. For a few seconds more, Amelia held the blow kiss before breaking off with a pop. With her mouth free, Katie screamed in pleasure for a moment before bringing a hand to her mouth to muffle herself. She looked at her heroine wide-eyed, her face a sea of turbulent emotions. "It's alright, take some deep breaths, let yourself enjoy it," Amelia reassured the newly buoyant girl. Katie shook in Amelia's arms, her breathing becoming gradually more stable. She looked down, taking in the size of her breasts. They jutted out below her, twin blimps bigger than her upper body carrying her in an unfamiliar sea of sensation. She stretched out her legs, feeling the cool air swishing between her toes and across the bottom of her feet. Slowly, a smile formed on Katie's face, and she began to laugh with joy. Here she was, honest-to-God floating with balloon tits bigger than she could have hoped for, in the arms of her idol. She looked at Amelia head on, mouth agape trying to search for words. Amelia smiled back. "See, I told you it'd be fun!" she said, enjoying the sight of someone else taking in buoyancy for the first time. Amelia recalled her first time following the lab accident, how she had reached past inflated breasts to meet the approaching ceiling. "Of course," she continued, "I unfortunately can't stay for too long. There is a city that needs protecting after all. I'm going to let go now, so prepare for a bit of a jolt." She began to unwrap her arms from around Katie, but the fangirl's grip suddenly tightened. "Wait!" Amelia was taken aback for a moment by Katie speaking for the first time. The once shy girl now looked determinedly into Amelia's eyes. For a few seconds she seemed to muster the will to speak further. "Look," Katie finally said, "I know you're a hero and all, and I'm just some fangirl who's birthday was today. But I-..." She stumbled for a few moments, words failing her before shaking her head. "Oh fuck it, do you wanna go out sometime?" Amelia blinked. In all her time superheroing, she had done many things, seen many things, met many people. But never before, never in her life had the heroic Ms. Bouncer had somebody ask her out. For the first time in her cheerful and quiply life, Amelia White, Ms. Bouncer herself, who had shrugged off bullets like the breeze, was at a complete and utter loss for words. Amelia blinked again. Katie's look of determination looked to be crumbling the longer Amelia took to respond. Amelia desperately weighed options in her head. Yes, she knew she was a lesbian, she had accepted that long ago. But she didn't know how to be one! What about the secret identity, would superheroing take a toll on a possible relationship? Could she entrust Katie to know who she was? Did she even care if people knew who she was? Did she even like Katie? Sure she was cute, the way she was so shy yet clearly enthusiastic about what she liked. Or the way now that Amelia noticed it that her hair parted just right, or her eyes, or how great and adorable she looked inflating. But what, but yet, but how- Oh fuck it. Keeping one arm on Katie, Amelia took a pen and paper from a conveniently nearby table. She scribbled on the paper before turning to Katie. "You'll take a while to deflate, maybe a day or so," she said, "but once you do, here's my number." Katie floated in silence for a moment before letting out an ecstatic whoop. Letting go of Amelia, she floated slowly up, her breasts pushing a few balloons out of the way. She laughed and cheered the whole way up, continuing even as her breasts collided with a hollow thump against the ceiling. Amelia took a moment to smile at the sight of the happy girl while adjusting her uniform over her breasts. With a hop in her step, Amelia made her way out the front door, imagining what her first date might look like as she inflated her tits and took to the skies. Standing in a corner of the living room, Beth slowly brought her finger up and hit the button to stop recording on her phone. She slowly looked back and forth between Ms. Bouncer in the front yard beginning to take off and her roommate Katie floating on the ceiling. Sitting slowly onto the floor, Beth stared ahead blankly for a few moments before uttering a single sentence. "Best birthday party ever." Ms. Bouncer meets a fan.

Title: Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 05 Tags: anal sex, young love, boyfriend girlfriend, weekend sleepover, prostate massage, panties, oral sex, college, small breasts "I don't think I'll ever understand your obsession with my little breasts," I mused. Matt smiled to himself. He and I were laid on our sides facing each other in his bed. My sore pussy oozed with his fresh cum and he was drawing imaginary circles around my nipples with his finger. "Well you may think they're little but they're just the perfect size for me," Matt replied. I giggled under Matt's ticklish touch, "So what is it about them then?" "They're just so perky, and cute and adorable," Matt rambled. "Cute and adorable huh?" I responded, "You know, most girls would probably prefer their boyfriends to describe them as sexy and seductive," I added. Matt grinned as he cupped my breast with his hand, grazing his thumb against my hard nipple, "But you're not most girls, and you know very well I think everything about you is drop dead sexy," he explained. I blushed unnoticeably, as my skin was already flush from mine and Matt's lovemaking. "So does that mean you're a breast guy?" I asked. Matt chuckled to himself, "Babe . . .as much as I love your breasts, and I do love them," Matt stated as he leaned in and planted a light peck on the soft curve of my right breast, "I am and will always be an ass man, and that cute butt of yours has done nothing to change my mind," Matt continued before reaching behind my body and squeezing my butt cheek. I squealed in laughter, wriggling my body under Matt's grasp. Matt finally let me go and we went back to staring at each other. "What about you?" Matt asked. "Huh?" "What of mine do you like?" he clarified. I grinned my teeth at him as I decided on an answer, "Your eyes," I finally replied, "The way you look at me, it's like no one else and makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the world," I went on to explain. "Wow Kim, way to make me look like a jerk, here I am talking about tits and ass and you come up with this beautiful thoughtful sentiment," Matt jeered. I erupted in laughter, "Awww baby, if it makes you feel better, I think you have a cute ass as well," I retorted as I reached for a handful of Matt's butt cheek. We kissed then settled down again. "So are you ready for the big shave this weekend?" Matt asked. "Uh huh," I replied, "You're staying over at my place for the weekend right?" Matt nodded affirmatively. "Great, Summer's visiting her folks for her dad's birthday so we have the place to ourselves all weekend." "Mhmm sounds like fun." "So are you nervous about shaving it all off for the first time?" I asked. Matt chuckled, "When I first think about it I do get a little nervous but then I just tell myself it's hair, it'll grow back." We lay there in each other's arms peacefully, "Wanna go take a shower?" Matt asked. I looked up at him and smiled guiltily, "I was thinking we could go again, you can stick it in my butt, if you're up for it," I teasingly offered. "You have such a way with words baby," Matt chuckled as he excitedly reached over to his bedside table drawer for the bottle of lube. XXXX Matt arrived at my place late Friday evening just in time to see Summer off. Adam was there as well, waiting to take her to the airport. The four of us serendipitously met up in the hallway outside the apartment just as Adam and Summer were leaving. "Hey Summer, have a great trip, and before I forget, I got something for your dad." Matt dug through his weekend bag for the small box covered in wrapping paper. He handed it to Summer as she smiled at him. "Thanks Matty." We watched as Summer tucked it away in her carryon. "Okay well I better get a move on if I wanna catch my flight. See you guys in a couple days." Summer hugged me and then Matt, "And please don't leave my boyfriend all by his lonesome this weekend, he won't admit it but he gets devastatingly depressed when I'm not around," Summer warned. The four of us all shared a laugh at Adam's expense, "Don't worry Sum, we'll look after him," I chirped as the twosome headed downstairs. Matt and I headed into the apartment and he set his bag down in the corner. "I made dinner for us, veggie lasagna, have you eaten already?" "Nope, I'm kinda starving actually," Matt replied. "Great," I responded as I set out two plates on the table. We sat and dined. "So are you and Summer's dad close?" I asked. "I guess, Summer's parents and Adam's parents, they really looked after me growing up. I was always at one of their places for dinner on the weekends and always for holidays," Matt explained. "More wine?" Matt asked holding the almost empty bottle in the air. "No thanks babe," I replied. Matt finished off the bottle. "This was amazing," Matt complimented as he ate his final mouthful of lasagna. "Thanks sweetie." Matt cleared the table and quickly washed up the dishes. "You wanna watch a movie?" he asked as he returned to the table. "Sure," I replied as we walked over to the couch. I cuddled up to Matt's side as he scanned through the Netflix menu. We finally found a movie we could agree on and Matt set down the remote and draped his arm over my shoulder. XXXX "You ready to go do the deed?" I asked as Matt switched off the television. "After you my dear." "You just wanna stare at my butt as I walk huh?" I teased. "You know me so well Kimmy." We made our way into my bathroom. Matt began to strip as I turned on the shower. By the time I turned around he was already naked. "Wow, someone's been busy," I commented. Matt followed my stare down to his crotch and his closely trimmed pubes. "I figured I'd save some time and get the thick stuff out of the way," Matt replied as he helped me out of my yellow plaid shirt. Once I removed my jeans and panties, I stepped into the tub and Matt was quick to follow. We stepped under the warm downflowing water and pressed our bodies together. After a brief kiss, I looked up to Matt, "So do you wanna go first or should I?" "Why don't you go first." "You're not gonna let me do mine then chicken out are you?" I giggled. Matt smiled, "Well it had occurred to me," he joked as I playfully shoved his arm. I bent over and picked up the new razor and can of shaving cream I had set out earlier in the day. "Do you mind?" I asked, handing the slender can of shaving cream to Matt. I sat in the corner of the tub, up on the ledge, and spread my legs. Matt knelt down infront of me and dispensed some of the white foam to his hands. He set down the can and pressed his hand against my pelvis. He rubbed his hand around, spreading the foam over my pubic hair. "Okay, that's good," I informed. I held on to the handle of the razor with a firm grip as I lowered it to my groin. Gently pressing the head of the razor against my skin, I slowly glided it down. Matt watched as swipe after swipe, the hair above my vagina was slowly removed. I reached out behind Matt, letting the razor fall under the stream of the shower, washing away my shaved hair. When I was mostly done with the top, I looked to an attentive Matt, "Could you help me out a little?" I asked. Matt reached out and held onto the lips of my vagina, gently pulling them to the side so I could access every crevice. After a couple more swipes, I was finally done. I washed off the razor one more time, then ran some water over my pussy, letting all the shaving cream wash away. "So what do you think?" I asked. Matt stared at my bare pussy as if for the first time. I was shaved clean, the slender flowery lips of my pussy on full display. He ran his fingers over my pelvis, right above my vagina, feeling my smooth skin. "I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured. I giggled and stood up, stepping under the shower, "I guess that means I'll be keeping it this way for a while," I mused as I rubbed my hands over my slit. Matt stood up and turned to face me. "Okay mister, your turn," I stated as I held out the razor for him. Matt looked down at the razor then back up at me, "Actually, since you did such a fine job, would you mind doing me?" he asked. I smiled and pressed my hand against Matt's chest, pushing him down to sit on the edge of the tub. I assumed his previous position, kneeling down infront of him. Spreading Matt's legs I began to lather up his groin with shaving cream. As I held onto his limp penis, rubbing the foam up and down and around, I felt Matt slowly getting hard in my hands. "Sorry babe, can't help it," Matt apologized. "I actually think it'll be easier this way," I replied. I carefully pressed the razor against Matt's abdomen and began slow straight swipes. Matt's pubes were slightly coarser than my own so it took a little more effort but I was doing a fine job. I smiled as I held Matt's erect cock to the side and very carefully guided the razor along curve of his shaft. Matt helped me out, holding his penis down so I could concentrate on my task. I held on to Matt's balls, pulling the skin taut so I could clear him of every hair possible. "Okay, get up," I instructed. Matt headed my direction. "Now turn around." As Matt spun round, I placed her hands on his butt cheeks and gently spread them. "There's a little hair back here, do you want me to do all of it?" I asked. Matt thought for a while before he replied, "Might as well, if you're brave enough," he chuckled. "Baby, I've had your tongue in my ass, I think I could man up and do some probing of my own," I replied. Matt continued to chuckle, "Okay babe, have at it." I re-lathered my hand with shaving foam and slid my palm between Matt's butt cheeks. "A little help babe?" I asked. Matt shook his head in disbelief as he reached behind and held is butt cheeks. I continued sliding my hand up and down, letting my finger press against Matt's warm anus every so often. I then guided the razor between his butt cheeks, carefully sliding it down against his skin. I did either side, then rubbed my hand against him once more. Matt tried to arch his neck over his shoulder to get a view, "Having fun back there?" he asked. I giggled, "It's just so smooth and nice," I explained. "Okay, I think you're all done," I announced. I stood up and Matt turned to face me. We stepped beneath the shower and let the water cascade down our bodies. I lowered my hands to Matt's cock, gently stroking his hardon. "Mhmmm, everything's so smooth," I groaned. Matt stepped back from the shower and stood against the wall, "So. . .how does it look?" I looked him up and down. "Can I be honest?" I asked. Matt chuckled and then sighed, "Okay, let's have it." "Well the area itself looks nice, you even look. . .ahem. . .bigger," I began to explain. "But. . ." Matt interjected. "It's just that. . .with your entire crotch hairless, it looks kinda weird cause your thigh still has hair." Matt looked down at himself and laughed, "At least it'll grow back," he reasoned. "Do you want me to do your thighs too?" I asked. "No. . .no, that's fine, if I let you do my thighs, you'll want to do my legs next, then my chest, it'll never stop," Matt chuckled. "But I do love how it feels?" I sultrily replied as I pulled him back under the water with me. We kissed and I went back to slowly stroking Matt. "Can I take it for a test drive?" Matt whispered into my ear as he slid his finger along my pussy. "I thought you'd never ask." Matt pressed me against the wall and turned me away from him. He lowered his hands and placed his cock between my ass cheeks. I pressed the side of my face against the cold tile wall as I felt Matt's bulbous head pressing into my hungry vagina. Matt eased the entirety of his warm girth into my pussy. He pulled out and slid right back in, slapping my ass with his pelvis. "Mhmmm, that feels so nice baby," I moaned as I raised my hands to my breasts, squeezing and massaging my flesh. Matt lowered his face, kissing the curve of my neck as he continued driving his cock in and out of me. "Oh fuck . . .harder baby!" I urged. Matt grunted as he bucked his hips with more force, plowing deep into me. "Ahhh fuck yes ahhh ahhhhhhhhhh," I cried. I bit my lip hard as I felt my orgasm approaching. I squeezed down forcefully on my breast with my palm. I felt Matt's teeth grind against my shoulder as his cock stretched me. I squeezed my legs together as my body trembled. My cries filled the small bathroom. Seconds later I felt Matt thrust hard into me and bite down on my skin. He groaned and I could feel his cock spasming inside me. We stood there, our bodies warm and glowing as water beat down on us. Matt kissed the back of my neck as he pulled out of me. "Mhmmm, that was nice," I whispered. I turned to face Matt, hooking my arms around his neck as he held onto me by the waist. We kissed for a while then finished up with our shower. After we dried ourselves, I rubbed some postshave lotion on Matt's freshly shaved crotch and did the same to myself. We stood side by side and looked at eachother's naked bodies in the mirror. "Oh my god, you're right, it does look kinda weird," Matt laughed, getting a full view of himself for the first time. "Don't worry, it's not that bad, and as you said, it'll grow back," I replied, trying to set Matt's mind at ease. "You look amazing though," Matt commented. "Thanks babe." We got dressed and hopped into bed, With my head lying on Matt's chest, I began to think to myself. I finally summed up to courage to broach the subject, "Matt?" "Yeah baby?" he softly replied. "Umm, I'm not really sure how to ask this, so I'm just gonna blurt it out, when I was sliding my hand between your butt cheeks, and I pressed my finger against you. . .did you like it?" I bluntly asked. There was silence for a few seconds. "I guess, a little," Matt finally replied. "Do you remember when we went to the adult toy store for the first time, and you said you'd think about something?" I followed up. "Uh huh," he hesitantly responded. "Well . . . have you?" I asked. There was another stretch of silence. "Babe, with the amount of stuff you've let me do to you, if it's something you wanna try, I'm more than willing to go along," he replied. "But I don't wanna make you do something you don't want to," I began to explain. "Well I can't say I'm super excited, infact it makes me a little nervous, but I'm willing to go into this with an open mind as long as you're there with me every step of the way," Matt interrupted. "Okay Matty," I replied. We fell asleep shortly afterwards. XXXX The next morning Matt and I met up with Adam for breakfast. "So what are you guys doing for summer break?" I asked as I sipped on my coffee. Adam took a bite of his bagel and wiped his mouth, "Summer and I are heading home for about a month since none of us are doing any summer classes," he replied. "Ohh, that's nice," I replied. "What about you two? Are you heading down to Miami?" Adam asked. Matt and I looked at each other. "Well I normally head down for the summer but I'm not sure about this year. Matt and I haven't really discussed it yet," I explained. "We might just stick around here for the summer, or maybe take a trip somewhere," Matt added. Adam nodded and went back to his bagel. Matt and I waved goodbye to Adam as we parted ways in the parking lot. We drove to the park to lie out and get some sun. I must have fallen asleep. My cheek was pressed against the cool grass, and I felt Matt's mouth whispering in my ear. He gently roused me from my slumber and I sat up with him, staring up at the clear blue skies. "Ready to head home?" he asked. "How long was I out?" I inquired. "Just about twenty minutes," he replied as he helped me to my feet. Back at my place I was on the couch studying while Matt was at the kitchen table with his laptop. It had probably been an hour and a half of hardcore studying when I closed my textbook and stretched my arms. I shrieked when I felt Matt nuzzling his nose against my neck from behind the couch. I reached back and held his head as he tickled my neck with his tongue. Matt began to climb over the couch. I threw my book onto the floor and lay down on the couch. Matt stretched himself out on me, resting his chin on my stomach. He looked up at me and I smiled down at him as I brushed my hand through his hair. "So what do you want to do tonight?" I asked. Matt thought for a few seconds before replying, "I'd like to take you out on a date," he proposed, "A really nice date," he clarified. "Okay. . .anything special?" I asked. "Any date with you is special baby," he affectionately replied. I watched his head bob up and down as my tummy shook due to my giggling. "I'll have to go home to get some nice clothes; I'll pick you up at eight." "Okay sweetie." Matt and I remained there staring at each other as I held his head in my hands, "You wanna go get lunch?" I asked. Matt grinned at me, "In a little while," he replied. "Was there something else you wanted to do?" I asked. Matt couldn't hide his wide grin as he lowered his face down my body. I watched as he raised the ruffled pink skirt of my summer dress as ducked his head beneath it. All I could see now was the outline of the back of Matt's head under my skirt. I squirmed as I felt him kiss my abdomen, then, his fingers sliding against the lips of my pussy which pressed against my cotton panties. Matt continued kissing me, down over my panties, then I felt his tongue, licking my lips through my cotton confines. I raised my hips when I felt Matt tugging on my underwear, letting it slide down my thighs. I once again felt Matt's lips kissing my skin; my inner thigh, moving further up to my wetness. He teased me so deviously, moving at a snail's pace. Matt wickedly avoided my pussy, kissing around it, and now above it. I groaned when he finally kissed my clitoral hood. I felt his fingers gently spreading me then his tongue on my clit. I trembled and pushed my groin against his face. As Matt continued licking my slippery nub, I widened my legs, trying to get his face right up against me. I groaned as Matt allowed me some relief, pulling his tongue from my clit. He now began sliding his artful tongue up and down my slick lips. Slowly, he moved down my slit, then back up. I so desperately wanted his tongue on my clit again but remained patient, knowing the payoff would be that more gratifying. Matt's was now pressing his mouth against my pussy, his tongue delving deep into me and his nose nuzzling against my clit. I was whimpering now, writhing from side to side. Matt moved his mouth up and took my clit between his lips. I gasped for breath as he sucked hard on my clit. His fingers found my tight opening, and he inserted two into me, sliding in and out, in and out. I pushed up hard, forcing his face against me. I could feel the pressure build inside me as I held Matt's head down against me. "Ohhhh fucckk MATT!!!" I cried as my body shook. Matt quickened the pace with which he slid his fingers into me, all the while continuing to suck on my throbbing clit. I squeezed my legs around his face as I felt my juices rush out of me. I squirmed and wiggled as I panted and moaned. Matt continued his pleasuring until he sensed my body had stopped trembling. I felt him slowly ease his fingers out of me, and release my clit from his lips. I hiked up my skirt and Matt looked up at me, his mouth was coated in my cream. I watched him licking the sides of his mouth, happily swallowing my nectar. He crawled up onto me and I kissed his soft lips. "So what's for lunch?" he whispered. I giggled as I tasted myself on his lips, "I'm gonna need a minute before we can go for lunch baby," I replied as I continued to breathe heavily. XXXX After lunch, Matt and I took a stroll through the mall then returned to my place. He hung out a while, watching television while I did my laundry. I was on my laptop, waiting for my clothes to dry. "Hey babe," I called, "Come have a look at this." Matt made his way over to me and looked over my shoulde

r to the laptop screen. "Aneros huh?" he mused. "Yeah, from what I've read, it's the best, and it doesn't look too intimidating does it?" "I guess not," Matt replied as we browsed the prostate massagers. "So what do you think?" I asked, wanting more of a response. "I'd be willing to give it a go, wanna stop by the adult store tomorrow and pick one up?" "Okay," I gleefully responded. Matt left around seven to go get ready and I hopped into the shower. Stepping into my room, I removed my robe and slipped on the bra and panty set I had picked up earlier in the week; sexy black lace with rose red ruffle bordering. Next, I pulled my little black dress out of the closet and stepped into it; a sleeveless black lace dress that ended above my knees. I tightened the skinny leather belt that cinched the dress at the waist. I hopped around the room getting the zip at the back of the dress up then put on a little makeup and fixed my hair. After applying a little pink lipstick, I dabbed some perfume to my neck and chest and then slipped on my black stilettoes. Topping it off with little pearl earrings and the diamond necklace Matt had given me; I walked out into the living room and waited for him. Just around minutes to eight, I heard a knock at the door. I smiled; Matt knew very well that he didn't need to knock and could've walked right in. I walked over and opened the door. I was met by his handsome smiling face. "Wow baby, you look incredible," he complimented. I blushed and scanned him up and down; he was a picture of perfection. He wore a tight fitted white dress shirt with a slender black tie, his cuffs folded up to his elbows. His shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of skinny black slacks that ended over his shiny black dress shoes. His face was clean shaven and his hair combed to the side. I could smell a hint of the cool essence of his cologne in the air. "You're looking pretty charming yourself babe," I replied as Matt leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You ready to go?" he asked. "Uh huh," I replied, stepping out into the hallway with Matt and locking the door behind me. We were quickly seated at the quite extravagant Italian restaurant. It was such a romantic place, dimly lit, each table with a single burning candle. "Wow hun, how did you manage last minute reservations here?" I queried. "Who said I made last minute reservations?" Matt retorted. "You mischievous little schemer," I replied, realizing Matt had this night planned all along. We began to dine once the food had arrived. "So what are you thinking for this summer?" I asked before placing a forkful of delicious linguini in my mouth. Matt sipped on his wine and looked to me, "Well you're not going down to Miami right, and Adam and Summer are heading home, so I guess I'll stick around and keep you company," he replied with a teasing smile. "Aww, you're such a thoughtful boyfriend," I sarcastically replied. "So you wanna do anything special? We could take a weekend cruise or something." "Maybe, that sounds like it could be fun. There's something else I was thinking about, Adam and Summer will be gone, we'll have both apartments to ourselves. I was thinking we could maybe live together for the month, see how it feels. What do you think?" I asked. "Wanna shack up huh?" Matt teased. I looked at him and laughed, "Seriously babe," I urged, wanting a real response. "I'm fine with it sweetie," he replied. "And what if I get on your nerves after two weeks? You won't want to kick me out?" I halfheartedly joked. Matt reached out and grabbed the tips of my fingers with his hand, "Never baby," Matt confidently replied as he stared directly into my eyes. We both smiled and then went back to our meals. After dinner, Matt and I took a stroll on the beach. I clung onto my shoes with one hand, while the other was wrapped around Matt's waist. Matt had his arm around my shoulder as we walked watching the waves roll in. Back at my place, we kicked off our shoes and Matt took me into the living room. He walked over and switched on the stereo. Matt shuffled channels till he found something he liked, and then turned to me. Clasping my hands in his, Matt pressed his body against mine and we slowly danced circles in the living room. "I had a really nice time tonight," Matt whispered. "You say that like the funs all over," I replied sultrily. I watched Matt smile then he leaned in and gave me a brief kiss. We continued to dance, Matt spinning me round as I giggled. "Can I just say again how absolutely stunning you look," Matt whispered before planting light kisses on the curve of my neck. I curled my fingers around the locks of Matt's hair behind his head as I fought to stifle my moans. A slow song came up and Matt and I moved our bodies in teasing unison. Matt's lips found mines and I pressed my hips hard against his. I could feel the length of his hardon, pressing against my thigh. I lowered my hand to Matt's waist, hooking my fingers into his belt and trouser waistband, "Come with me," I whispered, pulling him as I headed to my bedroom. Matt helped me unzip the back of my dress before I sat him down on the edge of the bed. I stood before him, between his legs as I removed my earrings and necklace. I giggled when I felt Matt's warm hands on my knees, slowly moving up my thighs. I teasingly swatted away Matt's hands just as he was reaching the apex of my thighs. Smiling down at him, I slowly slid my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my ankles. I saw the desire in Matt's eyes as he cast his gaze on me, "You like? I bought it this week, just for you baby," I cooed. Matt placed his hands on my hips, gently rubbing my skin. He looked up at me, "You look incredible babe," he replied, "Do you mind giving me the view from the back?" he asked. I happily turned around and looked over my shoulder. I felt his hands on my ass, gliding over the lace fabric. I reached behind me and unclasped the hook on my bra. Turning to face Matt, I let the lace half cups slip from my breasts and fall to the floor. I leaned over and unbuckled Matt's belt. He raised his hips as I pulled on his trousers and boxers, watching in delight as his beautiful cock sprung free. "Somebody's excited," I teased. Matt pulled me onto him and kissed me, "When it comes to you, I'm always excited babe," he replied. My naked breasts pressed against Matt's shirt as we kissed. I could feel his hand slowly rubbing circles against my pussy, over my panties. I held onto Matt, my hands around his neck as I sat on his lap, my legs splayed on either side of his body. I felt Matt pulling my panties to the side, then, the head of his penis pressing against me. Matt groaned into my mouth as I sunk down onto him. Once inside me, Matt let go of his grip on my panties and wrapped his hands around me. I sucked on Matt's tongue as he held me tightly, helping me rise and fall on his cock. "I love you so much baby," Matt whispered between kisses. The only response I could muster were soft whimpers as Matt thrust his cock into me. We had stopped kissing now. I was holding Matt's head against me by the neck, our foreheads pressed together as we stared into each other's eyes. Our warm breaths melded as we panted against each other's faces. "I wanna cum with you baby," I moaned. Matt continued staring at me as he raised and lowered his hips in quick succession. "Mhmmm mhmmmm, tell me when baby," I urged, "I'm so close," I informed, feeling Matt's shaft grind against my clit with every thrust. "Now baby!" Matt groaned. I felt him push hard into my and his cock begin to spasm. I let myself go, my pussy clenching down on Matt's cock. I groaned in delight, my clit throbbing uncontrollably. "Ohh fuck Matty!" I cooed. I writhed around on Matt's lap, grinding my convulsing pussy down on his exploding cock. We kissed again as our juices mixed deep inside me. Matt lay down, pulling me with him. I felt his soft penis slip from me, and a rush of our cum leak out onto his groin. We lay there for a while before I rolled off Matt and fetched a warm damp bath towel. I affectionately tended to Matt's groin, wiping his skin clean. After using the bathroom, I wiped my vagina and removed my panties. Matt removed his tie and shirt as I crawled my naked body into bed. He laid his head on my naked chest and I tenderly patted his hair, "Nervous about tomorrow?" I asked. "Not really," he whispered, "I know you'll take good care of me." I smiled and kissed the top of Matt's head. XXXX The next morning, Matt and I had apparently exchanged our positions. I was awoken by the warm sun on my face and slowly opened my eyes. I found myself resting my head against Matt's shoulder. I quietly looked up to Matt. He looked so peaceful; there was a soft smile on his face which caused me to smile as well. I looked over to the clock on the wall; we had to meet Adam in a little while for breakfast. I lifted the sheet off mine and Matt's naked bodies and was about to wake him up when a tempting thought entered my mind. I grinned as I slinked my way down to Matt's torso. Staring at his limp penis I admired the smooth skin around it; there was the slight hint of stubble growth, tiny black dots of emerging hair. I took his soft penis in my fingers; he looked so small now compared to the rigid shaft that filled my pussy the night before. I took Matt between my lips and into my mouth. I toyed with Matt's soft member, running my tongue along his soft skin. An almost inaudible sigh escaped Matt as I felt him begin to swell and straighten in my mouth. Matt continued to grow until I felt is full hardness in my mouth. I began to slide my mouth up his shaft and then back down, then back up. I let Matt's cock slip from my mouth and stared down at his erection beneath me. Looking up to his face, I saw that Matt's eyes were still closed. I wrapped my dainty hand around Matt's shaft and placed my mouth on the head of his cock. I lowered my mouth on Matt once again, stroking him as I slid my mouth back to the tip. Bobbing my head up and down, I could hear that Matt's breathing had gotten heavier. After a few seconds, I let Matt slip from my mouth once again. I continued slowly stroking him with my hand as I lowered my mouth, taking his smooth balls in my mouth. I suck on him hard, loving his shaved skin. "Babe?" Matt whispered. After licking Matt's balls for a few seconds I raised my head and looked to his face. I was still stroking him as I stared at him staring back at me. We exchanged smiles, "Just relax baby," I cooed before lowering my mouth to his shaft once again. I licked his shiny bulbous head, tightening the grasp on my stroking hand. A few more seconds was all it took. I watched as the tip of Matt's cock began to spurt his creamy white semen. I immediately took his entire shaft deep into my mouth, sealing my lips around him. I sucked hard as I felt his cum leaking into my mouth. Matt groaned, and I directed my eyes to him, watching as he pressed his head back onto the pillow, his eyes shut tightly. I myself was moaning now. Matt's cock was rock hard as it twitched in my mouth. A burst of semen hit the roof of my mouth as Matt gently raised his hips to my face. I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place as he convulsed in me. He finally let go and I slid my mouth up his still hard shaft. I swallowed his seed then began to lick his shaft, watching him soften before my very eyes. After cleaning him to my satisfaction, I crawled to Matt's side. "Thanks for the wonderful wakeup Kimmy," he whispered. "No problem baby," I replied as I pecked him on the lips, "Come on, we have to meet up with Adam in a bit," I added as I rolled out of bed. XXXX "So what time is Summer's flight landing tomorrow?" I asked. "Eight AM," Adam replied as he took a bite off a strip of bacon, "She has class at noon actually," he explained. I nodded my head and sipped on my coffee. "So Kim and I have decided to just stick around here for the summer. . .shack up in one of the apartments," Matt stated. We all chuckled. "You aren't trying to steal my roommate are you Kim?" Adam asked. "Maybe . . ." I tentatively replied, smiling over at Matt. After breakfast we said goodbye to Adam and hopped in the car. Matt turned to me on the way home, "So do you wanna stop by the sex toy store?" he asked. I grinned at him and nodded, I was so happy he was the one that suggested it as I now felt I wasn't forcing him to do something he didn't want to. We pulled into the parking lot and entered the brightly lit store. We smiled at the woman behind the counter; we had become accustomed to her, seeing her the couple of times we stopped by to pick up lube. We made our way over to the toy section and began to peruse the selection. "Aneros. . .over there," I pointed. We walked over and looked at all the different models. "How about this one baby?" I asked, holding up the most slender looking model. . . the "Eupho." Matt took the toy and read the information on the packaging. "Well it doesn't look too intimidating," he mused. We looked around a little more but came back to the eupho, "I guess this is the one," Matt decided. "Do we need lube?" I asked. "No, I think we have a bottle at both our apartments," Matt chuckled. We began to walk to the cashier when I grabbed Matt's hand, "Matt, if you don't mind, I'd like to pay for it." Matt looked at me and smiled, "That's okay Kim, I don't mind," he replied. "Please baby, I want to," I insisted. Matt handed me the plastic packaging, "Okay sweetie, thanks." We walked up to the counter and I handed the woman the toy. I paid and she handed me a plastic bag containing the toy, "Have fun you two," she smiled. Matt and I thanked her then left. Once in the car, Matt turned to me, "So what do you want to do now?" I looked at the clock on the car radio, "Wanna hit the beach?" I suggested halfheartedly. "Nahh, too far," Matt replied. "Okay....hmmm, we could go to the pool." Matt seemed to be deep in thought, "Maybe," he hesitantly replied. "What about going to a movie?" I asked. "Okay, I'd be up for that." I whipped out my cellphone and began looking up showtimes as Matt drove to the Cineplex. XXXX After the movie, Matt and I exited the theater. We had to squint our eyes in the bright sun. We stopped by a sushi bar and picked up some take out. Once back at my place, Matt and I sat on the couch and ate lunch. "So what was that this morning about stealing Adam's roommate?" Matt asked as I took his empty plate from him. We walked over to the sink and I began to wash up the dishes. Matt jumped up and sat on the counter beside the sink, drying the dishes as I handed them to him and placing them in the tray. "I dunno, I was just thinking out loud. Haven't you ever thought about moving into a place, you know, just me and you?" "I guess, I have, I mean we practically already live together, I'm always over here, and if I'm not here, you're at my place," Matt replied. "Well maybe spending a month in the summer all by ourselves will be a good thing, we'd see what it's like living together for a while," I reasoned. "I suppose you're right," Matt agreed as he took the dripping ceramic bowl from my hand and wiped it dry. I was almost done with the dishes, I held out a soaped up white plate and grabbed the slender rubber hose attachment on the sink. I held the nozzle infront the plate and pressed down on the lever. I guess I wasn't expecting the force of the water to be that strong. I almost jumped as a jolt of water shot out, ricocheting off the plate and across to Matt. The stream of water struck him on his side, making a wet circle on his black t-shirt, right over his ribcage. I immediately released the lever, stopping the water and looked up at Matt. He was staring back at me and I started to giggle. "Something funny babe?" he asked. "I'm sorry, it was an accident," I laughed. Matt hopped down and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He grabbed the nozzle from my hands, pointing it straight up at me. I wriggled in his grasp, "You wouldn't dare," I warned. "I wouldn't would I?" Matt teasingly replied. I watched as his fingers began to tighten on the lever, "Matthew, no!" I firmly stated. Matt's fingers loosened around the lever and I felt him let go of me. Standing beside me he held out the nozzle to me, "Okay, here you go," he calmly stated. I reached out to take the hose from Matt but before I could grab it, he squeezed the nozzle and water came shooting out, right against my chest. I squealed and laughed as the cold water struck me, "Matthew!!" I yelled as I grabbed his hand, turning the stream of water on him. We fought back and forth, both of us getting wet in the process. Eventually we transitioned into play fighting as we both released the hose and wrestled each other to the floor. Matt and I tossed and tangled on the floor for a few minutes. Finally I managed to pin him beneath me. I was straddling his hips, holding down both his arms against the floor. I smiled victoriously down at him. I lowered my face just above his. Water dripped off the tip of my nose down onto Matt's forehead. "Give up?" I teasingly asked. Matt smiled up at me, instead of answering, he tried to raise his head and kiss me. I pulled my head back before he could kiss me and held him down by the hands, "Nuh uh mister. . .do you give up?" I repeated as I mischievously wiggled my hips, grinding my crotch against Matt's groin. "Okay I give up," Matt whispered. I giggled; knowing that at any time Matt wanted he could easily overpower me and have me. I released Matt's arms. The second I did that he rolled me over, pinning me beneath him. We both laughed as Matt lowered his mouth to mine. We couldn't help our chuckling as we kissed and rolled around on the floor. Matt's hands roamed over my back, over my damp t-shirt, slowing inching down to my butt. Grabbing my butt cheeks firmly, Matt pulled me hard against him; I could feel him pressing his erection against my abdomen. I was about to remove my t-shirt when Matt's phone started ringing. We both groaned as our lips separated. Matt climbed off of me and picked up his phone off the table. There was a brief conversation then Matt hung up. "That was Adam, his car broke down at the library, he needs help with a jumpstart." Matt helped me up from off the floor, "And we were just getting to the good stuff," I complained. "I know," Matt replied and kissed me. "Wanna come with?" he asked. "No, I think I'll stay here and clean up our mess," I replied. Matt quickly got changed into dry clothes and took off. XXXX About an hour later, Matt was back. "Was everything okay?" I asked as he joined me on the couch. "Yeah, he left his headlights on so it drained the battery. Gave him a jumpstart and he was good to go." I watched Matt's weary face and brushed the hair above his forehead, "You look tired, you should go take a nap," I suggested. "That actually sounds like a great idea," Matt replied as he sighed, "Wanna come join me?" he asked. "I will in a bit, I have a couple things to do," I replied. I watched Matt walk off towards my room and grabbed the car keys. I was only gone a half hour. I picked up some subs for Matt and I to have for dinner. I left the sandwiches on the kitchen counter and quietly made my way into the bedroom. Matt was under the covers, sound asleep. I stealthily crawled into bed, lying at Matt's side. I watched his peaceful face and couldn't help but smile. I wondered if the subtle smile on his face meant that he was dreaming, I wondered if he was dreaming about me. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off into sleep. When I woke up I was alone in bed. I checked the clock; I was out for about an hour. I could hear Matt in the shower. I remained in bed stretching my arms and legs. Matt emerged a couple minutes later, dressed in just his blue boxer briefs. I looked up at him and smiled, his chest was dotted with water droplets, and his damp hair went in all directions after just having been towel dried. "Why didn't you wake me, I'd have loved to join you for a shower," I

whispered, still stretching my arms. Matt knelt down beside me and ran his hand through my hair, "I wanted to, but you looked so adorable while you slept, I couldn't bring myself to wake you." I smiled at Matt lovingly. "So do you wanna go get dinner?" he asked. "I already got us dinner, it's out in the kitchen," I replied. Matt and I made our way to the kitchen and ate, then settled on the couch. The television was on but neither of us was paying much attention. Instead, I was snuggled up in Matt's arms. I was looking up at him; we both remained silent and just stared into each other's eyes. As was our custom, we eventually began making out. I giggled like a child when I felt Matt picking me up. He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Matt crawled on me and we continued our heavy petting. Taking a break from our kissing to catch a breath I looked at Matt in just his boxers, "I think I might be a little overdressed," I commented. Matt was all too happy to help me out of my green t-shirt and grey cotton shorts, leaving me in just my white cotton panties. "That's much better," I moaned as I pulled Matt back down to me. Matt began kissing his way down my body, slowly along my neck then chest. When he was over my stomach, and moving lower, I held his head up and stopped him, "Nuh uh. . .tonight is all you baby," I informed. I made Matt stand up and remove his boxers, watching gleefully as his manhood bounced free. After he removed my panties, I picked up the white plastic aneros from off the side table, it was slender and cylindrical and very smooth. There was an angled head then narrow neck which widened into a 'body' section then narrowed again, tapering down to two curved arms at the base, preventing any chance of going in all the way. "Are you ready baby?" I asked. Matt nodded and handed me the bottle of lube, "Be gentle with me," he joked. Matt got on the bed and lay down on his stomach. I poured a generous amount of the clear liquid on the toy, and stroked it up and down; making sure the entire thing was properly lubed. I eagerly made my way over to Matt. He was holding his butt cheeks apart just slightly. I placed the toy between his cheeks and rubbed it about, spreading the lube around his opening. "Ready?" I asked again. "Go for it babe," he instructed. Pressing the head against Matt's opening, I watched as his skin stretched, allowing the toy to slide in. Matt groaned as the head slipped in, "Is it in?" he asked urgently. I giggled, "Just the head baby, just keep relaxing and breathing, you're doing great," I informed him. I heard Matt trying to control his breathing and I applied a little more pressure. The body of the toy began to slide in. When it reached the tapered section, I watched Matt's anus contract and suck the toy all the way in. Matt let out another groan as the white plastic filled him, the arms pressing against his perineum and between his butt cheeks. "Okay baby, it's in," I whispered. Matt continued to lie there, getting his body accustomed to the new feeling. I watched in delight as Matt's anus relaxed and contracted, which pulled the toy in him everytime in a thrusting fashion. After a minute or two, Matt got up. He was kneeling down on the bed and looked at me, "How does it feel?" I asked curiously. A small smiled escaped him, "Kinda amazing actually, every I suck it into me, I think it nudges against my prostate, it feels really good," he explained. "Oh my god baby! Look at your cock," I alerted as we both stared down at Matt's erection. His penis was rock hard and throbbing, a long strand of clear precum dangling from its tip, almost all the way down to the bed. I excitedly reached down with a cupped hand and collected his nectar then eagerly licked my palm. "You think you're ready?" I anxiously asked. "What do you think?" Matt retorted, directing my attention to his rock hard erection. I crawled infront of Matt and got on all fours. I felt Matt's hands on my ass as he positioned himself. Matt pressed his cock against my pussy, and rubbed himself up and down my lips. After a few seconds, I felt him pushing into me. As Matt entered my pussy, his hands gripped my hips tightly. "Mhmm baby, I don't think you've ever felt harder," I moaned as Matt filled me. Matt began to thrust into me, pumping passionately into my cunt. We were both groaning aloud as Matt's thighs slapped against my ass. I threw my head back in delight when I felt Matt pressing his index finger into my asshole. Matt worked his finger in and out of me as I began slamming my body back against his throbbing cock, meeting his every thrust. "Ohhh fuck Matt!!! Harder baby! Fuck me harder!" I cried. Matt headed my pleas and pushed hard into me and I felt a second finger begin to enter my ass. "Ohh god baby yesss!!" I moaned. I was so close to my orgasm. I lowered my face down to the bed, sticking my ass up in the air as Matt continued to plow into me. My hands were now free and they found their way to my breasts. I pinched my nipples hard and awaited the surging climax of my orgasm. "Ohhh fuckk Matt!!! Mhmmm mhmmm," Matt thrusted harder and faster which drove me over the edge. My body tensed up and my pussy contracted around Matt's cock. My satisfied cries filled the tiny room and my pussy flowed with my cream. "Ohh god baby, are you almost there?" I moaned, tired and satisfied. "Almost, baby, almost," Matt grunted. "I want to see you cum," I cooed. I felt Matt pull out of my gaping cunt and I immediately flipped over onto my back. I hungrily reached out and grabbed Matt's cock and began stroking him furiously. It only took seconds for huge ropes of cum to shoot out of Matt's twitching cock. "Ahhhhh fuck!!!!! " Matt groaned as he bucked his hips. I stared happily back and forth between Matt's face and his glorious exploding cock. I continued stroking Matt's penis as more and more of his seed just kept coming. It was the most I'd ever seen him produce, every drop of it landing on my breasts. Matt finally began to calm, and even with a limp penis his body continued to twitch and droplets of cum continued to dribble out. Even the look on Matt's face as he stared down at me told me he was surprised by the amounts of cum that coated me. "Ohh my good baby, that was nothing like I've ever felt before," he panted before lying at my side. "I could tell babe, and this certainly isn't like anything we've experienced before," I replied as I played with the puddles of cum on my chest. "Looks like we'll be taking that shower after all," Matt stated. We laid there for a few minutes before making our way to the bathroom. Matt got some tissues and wiped my chest the best he could. "Turn around," I instructed. Matt listened and I lowered my hands, curling my fingers around the arms of the aneros. "Ready?" I asked. "Yeah," Matt replied. I slowly pulled on the toy; it slid from Matt's butt with ease. I tossed the still lubed up plastic cylinder in the sink while Matt turned on the shower. "I just need to pee real quick," I informed Matt. "No one's stopping you babe," Matt quipped. "You want me to go with you just standing there?" I asked embarrassingly. "It's not like you're going number two, you're just peeing, think of it as taking our relationship to another level," Matt replied with a chuckle. "Well I've never seen you go while I was in here with you," I protested. "So you want me to pee first and then you will?" he asked. I nodded in response. "You're such a baby," Matt chuckled as he walked over and lifted the toilet seat. I walked up behind him and stood on my tiptoes. Matt and I both stared down at his penis. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me before I saw his golden stream of urine hitting the water in the toilet. When he was done, Matt looked at me, "Do you wanna shake it for me?" I giggled as I wrapped my hands around Matt's waist and took his limp penis between my fingers. I shook his soft noodle a couple times, watching as a couple drops of pee fell into the bowl. "Okay, your turn," Matt stated as he stepped out of the way. I had no choice but to hesitantly lower the toilet seat and sit down. Matt mischievously knelt down infront of me and stared directly into my eyes, knowing how embarrassing this was for me. "I don't hear anything?" Matt teased. I stuck out my tongue at Matt, jokingly mocking him. A few seconds later we both smiled at each other as we heard the steady trickle of my pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl. I wiped myself and flushed then Matt helped me to my feet and into the shower. "That wasn't so bad was it?" he asked as we soaked our bodies beneath the warm water. "I guess not," I replied, "What about you, was the aneros as scary as you thought it would be?" I asked. Matt looked up at the ceiling, letting the water flow over his face. He looked back down at me, "I don't think I was ever scared of the actual thing, you know the physical stuff. What worried me was what you would think of me after doing something like that, I had this insecure feeling that you'd think I was less of a man or something." "Baby, why didn't you tell me you were feeling like this?" I asked with a concerned tone. "I dunno, maybe it's just stupid." "Well what is stupid is thinking I would ever think of you as anything but one hundred percent my man, all man." I wrapped my hands around Matt and he did the same to me, "Baby, when I'm in your arms. . .I feel like the safest person in the world. And every time you kiss me, or hold my hand, or make love to me, or do something like tonight for me even though you were a bit hesitant, I know you are the only man for me," I continued to explain. Matt kissed me on the forehead, "Thanks baby, you're the best," he replied. Matt and I finished up with our shower then got dressed. Matt slipped on some boxers and I just put on a t-shirt. We crawled into bed and huddled under the covers, "So do you think we'll be adding the aneros to our future?" I asked. "Definitely, it's not an everyday occasion kinda thing, but I could definitely see us using it once in a while," Matt replied. "Glad you liked it." "Well I'm glad you suggested it babe," Matt stated. He reached over and gave me a peck on the lips, "I love you baby," I cooed. "I love you too Kimmy." XXXX The next morning I rolled out of bed around nine. I slipped on a pair of Matt's boxers, used the bathroom, then went to the kitchen. I returned a couple minutes later, a cup of coffee in each of my hands. I set down one cup next to Matt, on the bedside table. "Babe, you have your study group in an hour," I whispered. Taking a sip of my coffee, I watched as Matt slowly opened his eyes. He sat up with me, resting his back against the wooden head board. He smiled at me as he picked up his cup and took a sip, "So what are you doing today?" he asked. "Ohh I'll probably wait till Summer gets home, then maybe hit the gym before lunch then I have class this afternoon." "Want me to get us lunch after my study group? I have a few hours before my class in the evening." "Okay, sounds great," I replied. "I better hop in the shower and head out," Matt stated after taking another sip. I waited until Matt left then decided to tidy up the apartment a little. I was out in the kitchen when I heard the door opening. Adam and Summer came strolling in, "Hey guys," I greeted. "Hi Kim," they replied in unison. Summer schlepped her bag over to her bedroom then returned at kissed Adam on the cheek, "I'll see you this evening babe, thanks again," she stated. "Don't mention is sweetie, see yah later Kim!" "See yah Adam!" I replied. Summer walked over and we exchanged a quick hug then sat at the table, "He has class," Summer explained. "So, how was it?" I asked. "Really great, we had an amazing weekend, was really nice being back home." "That's nice, so when is your class?" "In an hour actually, I better go get ready, see you this evening? We can go out for dinner; I'll tell you all about my weekend." "Okay sweetie, sounds like fun," I replied. After Summer left for class, I got changed into my exercise clothes and headed out to the gym. XXXX Standing over the sink in the kitchen, I chugged my bottle of water. My workout had me feeling exhilarated. Hearing a key in the front door, and turned my head to see Matt enter. "Hey baby," I greeted. "Hi sweetie, I got us chipotle," he replied. Matt set the brown bag down on the table as he made his way over to me. He embraced me from behind and held me. "How was your workout?" he whispered. "Amazing," I replied. "What's amazing is how you look in those black spandex shorts and orange sports bra," Matt replied. I giggled as he kissed my neck. "Baby, I'm all sweaty," I squealed as he tickled my neck with his tongue. "Mhmm, and you taste that much better," he whispered, "Is Summer home?" he asked. I raised my head to the ceiling and closed my eyes, letting Matt work his tongue to the back of my neck as he continued kissing me. "Nope, she had class," I cooed. "Mhmmm, how convenient," Matt replied. I felt Matt's hand on my stomach, moving down between my legs. I could almost feel my knees go weak when he cupped my vagina over my tight spandex shorts. "Mhmmm baby, you're so warm," he whispered. I wiggled my butt against Matt's body; I could already feel his prominent bulge pressing hard against my ass. "Come on," I urgently stated, leading Matt into my room. I spun round and kissed Matt hard, his tongue was so warm and his mouth so inviting. I felt him pawing at my sports bra; we broke our kiss so he could lift it off me. Matt immediately lowered his face to my breasts, sucking on my pert mounds. There was nothing for me to do but affectionately comb my fingers through his hair and enjoy his touch. After a couple minutes, Matt laid me down on the bed, with my legs hanging over the edge. He kissed his way down my stomach. My tummy trembled as I giggled, Matt's tickling tongue swirling around my belly button having the desired effect. He moved lower and was now kissing my lower abdomen, over my spandex. Matt kissed the plump lips of my vagina which pressed against the tight fabric. I watched as he pressed his nose against my lips and took a shallow breath, "You're amazing," he sighed as he hooked his fingers into my spandex, pulling it along with my thong down to my knees. I smiled as I felt a cool rush of air against my now bare skin. "Baby, you sure you don't want me to take a quick shower first?" I asked, feeling a bit insecure. Matt's response was quite reassuring, "Are you kidding baby? You taste amazing," he replied before lowering his face to my pussy. Matt tenderly kissed the lips of my vagina, planting light pecks up and down the length of my slit. My eyes tightened when I felt Matt warm tongue slide into my vagina. I could already feel my juices trickle onto Matt's tongue as my heart began beating faster and faster. All I heard was the slurping sounds of Matt's tongue lapping away at my vagina. After a few seconds, Matt pulled his tongue from me and moved up, latching on to my throbbing clit. I opened my legs wider as Matt gently nibbled on me. Matt raised his hand and slid a finger into me. I gasped in delight as he began pumping his finger inside me, quickly adding a second. Matt's tongue was swirling around my pulsing clit, lashing it back and forth. I was moaning and panting now, my mind overcome with pleasure. Matt pulled his mouth from my clit, replacing it with his thumb, rubbing tortuously delightful circles around it. With two fingers delving into me with considered pace, and his thumb circling my clit, Matt raised his face up to mine. He kissed me hard, and I ran my tongue all over him, tasting my wonderful juices on him. Matt's fingers curled inside me, moving speedily as I squirmed myself against him. "Ahhhhh fuck MATTY!!!" I cried as a wave of ecstasy rushed over me. I had to pull my mouth from Matt's as I clenched my jaw, my body shivering with my orgasm. I lay there breathing heavily, letting my mind calm back down as Matt continued to slowly caress me. I finally turned my face to him and smiled. He pulled his fingers from me and brought them up to his mouth. I watched as he sucked his glistening fingers. Matt let me lick his thumb clean, I savored my sweet nectar. As Matt pulled his finger from my mouth, he reached over to the sidetable drawer and retrieved the lube, "Are you up for it?" he softly asked. I nodded affirmatively. Matt stood up and reached out an open hand, "Come with me, I want to see your face." Without query, I reached up and Matt helped me to my feet. I let my shorts and underwear fall to my ankles and stepped out of them. Matt led me to the bathroom and positioned me to stand over the sink, infront of the mirror. I looked over my shoulder and watched Matt pour some lube into his hand. I giggled when I felt his hand press between my butt cheeks. He rubbed his fingers around my tight entrance, teasingly slipping a finger in just to pull it back out. I looked forward into the mirror and stared back at myself and Matt. I heard him unbuckling his jeans. He took a few seconds to lube up his cock and then I felt him, pressing between my butt cheeks. Matt was looking down, and I was looking at him in the mirror. I felt the head of Matt's cock press against my asshole. He pushed gently and his head slid in. I grasped onto the sides of the white ceramic sink as Matt made his way into me. When he was about halfway in, I felt Matt place his hands on my hips and he looked up into the mirror at me. We smiled at eachother and he leaned in and kissed my shoulder. Matt's eyes focused on mine as I held my breath and he pushed in all the way. I relaxed my breathing and reveled in the wonderful feeling of being filled by Matt. "You feel amazing baby," Matt whispered before kissing me on the neck. "So do you Matty," I moaned. Matt brushed the hair from my back and kissed my neck. I turned my head as best I could and found Matt's lips with my own. We kissed for a few tender seconds then I looked back into the mirror. "Is anything hurting?" Matt lovingly asked. "No babe, everything feels wonderful, just go slow at first," I replied. Matt's grip on my hips tightened and he began sliding in and out. I groaned in delight as I felt Matt's rigid cock stretching my asshole. After a few seconds I was pressing my ass back against Matt to meet his thrusts. I stared into his eyes and brought a hand up to my breasts. Matt's strokes were tender and gentle, when I felt I was ready, I gave him the okay, "Harder baby, fuck me harder," I moaned. Matt's eyes were focused on my face as his plowed hard and deep into me. I squeezed my breasts hard, pinching my erect nipples as Matt continued thrusting into me. I was rotating my head from side to side, moaning in delight as I felt my orgasm approach. "Ohhh fuck Matt!!" I cried as I squeezed my asshole around his shaft. I screamed out loud and lowered my hand to my pulsing clit as my orgasm hit. Matt was right there with me, his cock spasming as he filled my ass with his warm cum. We were both grunting as our bodies twitched in ecstasy. Matt pressed his face against my shoulder, leaving his cock deep in me as his orgasm continued. I was almost delirious as my shuddering climax subsided. I felt myself shiver, aftershocks of my orgasm. I could feel Matt soften inside me. I relaxed my contracted asshole and Matt eased himself out. I turned to face him and we kissed passionately. Matt wrapped his arms around me tightly as we kissed, his soft penis dribbling cum onto my abdomen. I could feel Matt's warm cum drooling from my asshole and smiled against his mouth. I stripped Matt and we hopped into the shower. After getting dressed we went out into the kitchen and ate lunch. We were still basking in the glow of our love making; Matt reached out hand held my hand as we ate. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," he replied, "I just love feeling you," he explained. I smiled and rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb. After lunch we both headed out together to go to our classes.

Title: 04 Dream a Little Dream by dark_moomba Tags: Dream, M/F, Wolf Welcome one and all\* to the fourth installment of Day After Day. Sorry it took so long to upload this last chapter, but I only have a vague idea of where i want the story to go so i write a chapter and post a chapter. Remember: you need to email, comment, or at least vote if you like the story. Feedback is absolutely amazing, thanks. \*this story is not appropriate for immature readers and contains somewhat graphic sex and references to violence. If you like, enjoy, if not, go away! Another note: it probably doesn't make sense if you havn't read the rest of the series... --- Damon felt fine the next day when he went to school. He took the pills Alice had given him and wasn't having any trouble with either maintaining his shape or blacking out. The only thing that bugged him was the fact that his memory wasn't working very well. He remembered answering the door to Alice and her giving him the pills, but he couldn't remember anything in between. He felt like there was something extremely important that his mind just wouldn't let him know. The nagging sensation kept him off-balance at school for the entire week. Alice was acting strange too. She was being "clingy." Damon had never minded having a cute girl to hold on to, but it was starting to get a little strange. Other than that it was a fairly ordinary week. The only thing interesting that had happened was that a guy named Jared had called, asking him if he'd like to meet and discuss a job opportunity. "Jared, hmm...Oh, I remember now. Jared is the wolf that was one of the bouncers at the party we went to Saturday. If he wants to talk about a job opportunity, then he probably saw your fight with Roger." "So do you think I should go talk to him?" "I think that you should if you're interested in making a little bit of money for not a whole lot of work." Despite her words, she seemed worried by something. Damon called him back and set up a meeting at Starbucks for Friday evening. Damon was going to wear his necklace again so Jared could recognize him. The necklace had come from Cozumel Mexico and Damon didn't know of anyone in Ohio that had the same necklace. Thursday afternoon, Damon and Alice found themselves alone yet again. They often were alone after school, usually at Damon's house. Normally they just talked about life and played boyfriend and girlfriend. Today, however, Damon didn't feel like playing. "I need to know some more about being a wolf." "Well, what do you want to know?" "How about you explain how I became a wolf. I mean how is it physically possible that I could transform into a half-human half-wolf creature?" "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" "It's simple. I'm not the one that understands these things. There are lots of furry experts who claim all sorts of different things. I just know that I'm a wolf and I enjoy being a wolf." "How did you become a wolf?" "My dad changed me when I was only seven. He thought that it would be better for me to grow up being one. Both he and my mom are, so it was unavoidable that I would escape noticing it." "Wait, when did they become wolves?" "It was before I was born. I'm not sure exactly when. Oh, and they're not wolves." "I'm so horribly confused right now." He shook his head. She leaned over and kissed him. "Its okay. I'll try and explain. Since we're still more-than-half human, we have human children. If we want them to be changed like us, we have to change them. One benefit actually is that children don't suffer the side-effects of the medicine that more mature people do." "What side effects?" Damon had a suspicious gleam in his blue eyes. Alice blushed. "Oh you know, a little bit of memory loss, maybe some residual headaches, that sort of stuff." Damon opened his mouth to interrupt, but Alice silenced him with a kiss. "Let's not talk about that right now. Please?" "...Fine..." She gave him another kiss, this one a bit longer. "Is there some reason you don't want me to take the job Jared was talking about?" "I'm just worried that you're gonna get hurt." "I can take care of myself." Damon's face showed that he was a bit hurt and insulted that she didn't have confidence in him. "I took care of Roger, didn't I?" "Yeah, but you're gonna be dealing with people a lot more dangerous than Roger if you take the job. Roger was totally smashed when you two fought. I just know you're gonna end up fighting someone who can actually fight and you're going to get hurt." She looked almost on the verge of tears. "Shh...Don't worry." He dropped his head a little to look straight into her eyes. "If I take the job, there'll be a group of us working so the other guys will have my back. I'll be fine." He kissed her softly on her forehead. "You won't have to worry at all." She sniffed back tears and pulled in close for a hug. "I love you..." "I love you too. If it bothers you that much, I won't take the job." "No. You're well-enough equipped for the job; I just don't want anything to happen to you." "Nothing will." He held her until it was time for her to go home. School on Friday went extremely slowly for Damon. The day seemed to be trying to torture Damon for as long as possible. By the time the last bell rang at two o'clock, Damon felt like he had sat through three consecutive days in school. He headed over to Alice's locker. "Hey sexy." She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Whaddaya want?" "Nothing. I'm just happy that today is finally over. Do you want to come with me when I meet Jared?" "No I've got some stuff I need to do this evening." "Do you need to get home early?" "No. I need to be home by five. What time are you supposed to meet Jared anyway?" "I said anywhere from six to six fifteen. I'll probably just go and grab a coffee and a book from Borders and sit down and read till he gets there." "Oh, wow that sounds dull." "Hey, I like reading." "I'm sure it's fabulous." She clearly looked skeptical. "Whatever. I've got a few questions related to the wolves I'd like to ask you." "Okay, shoot." "I'm interested in knowing some more of the people in the loop. Basically I know you, Roger, and I'll be meeting Jared later this evening. That's hardly enough to invite to a party." "Well, unfortunately, you're gonna have to go to some more parties and meet people. Actually, now that I think about it, do you remember Amy? She was a senior last year, blonde hair, fairly ditzy." "Amy Reynolds? Yeah she's actually a good friend of mine." "She's a raccoon." "A raccoon?" "Yeah, personalities play a big part in which animal you get. Amy tends to get distracted by shiny things, a lot." "I guess she does at that. So how am I supposed to tell her that I'm a wolf?" "I guess just call her up and ask her about the party last Saturday. She was probably there. If you know about that, it proves that you're a wolf and breaks the ice a little." "Okay. Thanks, I may have to give her a call sometime over the weekend." "You better not be thinking of cheating on me." She punctuated her remark by a swift elbow to the male's stomach. "I wouldn't dream of it." They walked on, arm in arm, with Damon discreetly rubbing his gut. They continued chatting for a while until it was time for Alice to be home. Damon returned to his own house to get quick shower. He had tried staying human while he showered, but whenever he turned into a wolf afterwards, he always felt dirty. He finally had gotten used to cleaning himself while he was wearing his wolf's fur. In the shower there was a small mirror that Damon used to check what his hair looked like while it was wet. Once he had run it under the stream of water he found that it was nearly down to the tip of his nose. While he was wondering he also noticed that all along his jaw-line there was a faint trace of red fur sticking out from the black. A quick switch to and from his human form showed him that he needed to shave. "Well, I'll be damned. A new and exciting discovery in the life of a wolf." He shook his head in the mirror again. "Maybe I should get it cut." Another shake of his head and he was back to thoroughly cleaning his fur, paying special attention to his tail. Damon loved his tail. He had dreamed, as most children did if they watched cartoons, what it would be like to have a tail. He just couldn't get over it. He wagged it and sprayed water all over the already-soaked shower stall. He went back to shampooing his hair with an absent smile. He always kept his body fur short, otherwise he looked like a bum, but the hair on his head, with its vibrant red curls, demanded a lot of extra attention. Damon didn't care what other people thought he looked like, but he did care what he thought he looked like, so he generally went against fashion but usually looked good. Before stepping out of the shower, he transformed into a human and then back to a wolf causing most of the water to fall down the drain. He then dried the residue out of his fur. He had tried just drying off in human form, but that left his fur feeling damp. He pulled on dark jeans and a new blue t-shirt. The shirt was tight and showed of his pecs and abs very nicely. He added a little bit of hair gel to avoid his hair turning into an afro and headed out, almost forgetting to become human again. The instant he did, he went back into the bathroom and shaved. He got to Starbucks a little late and barely had time to get a cup of coffee when fairly large guy walked over and sat down at the table with him. "You're Damon, right?" "That's me. You must be Jared." The man named pulled out some papers and spread them out on the table. "What are those for?" "So people think we're discussing business, which in fact, we are." "Well you called the meeting so you should start talking." "Basically, your story with the big guy got back to the head of security for the...people who run those parties. They were wondering if you'd like a trial position on security." "Go on." They continued discussing the details of the job such as pay, hours and the like and finally got everything settled and a meeting scheduled with the head honcho. "Just so you know, I can only keep this job till the end of the summer. Then I'm going off to college." "Where are you planning on going?" "I've got a couple of places I need to decide between but the closest is almost 200 miles south." "Ah. You know, you might want to talk to your friend from the party about another college you might be interested in. It's called the Leo National College." "What's so special about it?" "Just ask your friend. I need to get going. I'll call you about the meeting." "Bye..." The Leo National College had peaked Damon's curiosity and he searched online for it when he got home, but couldn't find anything. He decided to check with Alice tomorrow. He locked the door, got out of his clothes and changed shape. Alice had said that he would be able to transform instantaneously eventually so he wouldn't need to lock the door, but he couldn't do it yet. Almost as soon as his head touched the pillow he was out. He got up and saw Alice sitting on the foot of his bed. 'What are you doing here?' 'I wanted to surprise you...Did it work? She was almost wearing a translucent blue nightgown that revealed all of her curves and hinted at most of the details. She was sitting in a proper position, only made a mockery by the gown. Suddenly, but without surprise she was next to him. Half on top of him, she kissed him, long and luxurious. Simultaneously, the kiss lasted for hours and was over in the blink of an eye. 'I love you...' 'I love you too.' 'Do you want me?' '...More than anything.' He pulled her close for another kiss. Unnoticed, the gown had disappeared. His paws were suddenly caressing her lovely breasts while he grinded into her with his sheath. Her paws dropped to coax his member out of its protective blanket, while his mouth drifted down to kiss and bite the soft fur on her neck. She moaned and redoubled her efforts to awaken his sleeping member, now grinding into him harder and harder. When he was finally ready to begin she straddled him completely and lowered herself inch by inch. Time seemed to stretch. The world shimmered like a heatwave. 'Haven't I done this before?' The world flickered and Alice was lying on her back looking up at him with eyes alight with mischievous pleasure. '...Come on, it's not nice to make a lady wait...' Damon couldn't help but dive in. He forced his entire length inside her all at once. She screamed but only in pleasure and immediately began pumping herself on his rod, creating a counterstroke to his own thrusts. Damon moved back to caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. She moaned loudly, 'God Damon!' She clamped down hard on his shaft causing him to plummet over the edge. He pushed every inch of him inside of her and shot what seemed like gallons of his seed into her. She in turn clasped him tightly and bit down hard on his neck. They were lying next to each other, her cradled in his arms. She turned to him, 'I hope that was as good as the first time.' 'What are you talking about? That was the first time. I've never had sex before...' 'That's what you think.' She winked at him and kissed him. Damon sat bolt upright on his bed panting. It was only three in the morning.

Title: How My Sister Became My Lover Tags: foursome, incest, lesbian, lifestyle, swap, swinging, group, group sex The baggage claim area at the airport was full of people. Some had just flown into Austin. Others were here to pick up someone just arriving. I was in this second category. A glance at the overhead display let me know that Jessica's flight from Atlanta had landed. I hadn't seen my sister in nearly a year. Her last visit had been to attend the funeral for my wife, Lilly, who had been tragically killed in an auto accident. I had high expectations that this visit would be much different. Jessica was 30 years old, about two years younger than myself. She was an attractive woman, about five feet five inches tall with shoulder length brunette hair, green eyes, a big smile, and a cute figure. We cared for, and looked out for, each other. You could say that we had a strong sibling connection. Up until the past few years we had been very close. It nearly broke my heart when she moved to Atlanta about four years ago to pursue a career. But recently her job had turned sour, and her relationship with her boyfriend had ended. Jessica wanted to start a new chapter in her life, and she decided to move back to Austin to make that new start. At the time I was living in a large four bedroom house in the hill country just west of Austin. Lilly and I had it built as our dream home. We both loved that house, and the wonderful life we lived. Then one fateful day, that all ended. After Lilly's death, I thought I shouldn't continue to live in the house, but I also couldn't bring myself to leave it. That house had so many memories, mostly good ones. Now I was happy that I had a place for Jessica to stay while she got back on her feet. She anticipated that it wouldn't take more than a few months to find a new job and then a place of her own to live. It would be good having her close to me again. I looked up at the top of the escalator just as Jessica began to come down from the main concourse. I waved at her as she smiled and waved back at me. She looked beautiful. I moved through the crowd toward the escalator, arriving at the same time she reached the bottom. Jessica leapt into my arms and gave me a big kiss. It was normal that we always greeted close family members with a big kiss. Mom and dad had taught us that. "So glad you're home." I told her. "I've missed you terribly." "I'm so happy to be home." Jessica replied with a radiant smile. We made our way over to the baggage carousel just as the flashing light and horn announced the arrival of the luggage from her flight. "Those two are mine!" Jessica exclaimed as she pointed to her bags. We were pleasantly surprised that her bags were the first ones deposited on the carousel. We grabbed them and made our way to the exit. It didn't take long to reach my car in the parking garage and we were soon on the highway. In less than an hour we arrived at my home. After Jessica put her things into a guest bedroom, we sat in the living room, each of us holding a cold beer. We both were dressed comfortably, suitable for a warm, June day in Austin. I wore a knit sport shirt and Jessica wore a cotton tank top. We both wore shorts and sandals. "This place looks the same. You haven't changed it very much." Jessica said while looking around the room. "Not yet. Maybe someday." I replied. For me, the room had many memories of fun gatherings. On one wall were photos of couples, special friends to Lilly and me. I knew someday I would put some things away and start afresh. But not yet. "I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here a while." Jessica said sincerely. "This really means a lot to me. I hope I'm not an inconvenience or in your way." "Not an inconvenience at all. Stay as long as you need. I doubt you will be in my way." I replied with a smile. I was happy for the company, and happy I could help my sister. "This place has such a great pool, and summer is just beginning." Jessica mentioned as she looked out the windows into the backyard. "I intend to do some sunbathing and swimming out there. You know I love pools." "Yeah. I remember." I replied. "Swim, sunbathe, do whatever you like. The backyard is totally private and I keep the pool clean and maintained. Remember, I also love the water." We sat and talked about our lives and our work. Jessica told me about the job interviews she had already scheduled. She really hoped that one of these companies would hire her. For the time being we avoided discussing relationships, or whether either of us were dating. After talking for a few hours, we prepared and ate a light summer meal. Later in the evening, after the sun had gone down and it was beginning to cool off outside, we sat out on the patio by the pool, drank another cold beer and enjoyed the view of the stars. I was first to turn the discussion to a topic we had been avoiding. "Care to tell me about what happened with that guy you were living with in Atlanta?" I asked. "What was his name? I don't remember. I only met him once, a couple of years ago." "Curtis." Jessica relied somewhat coldly. "His name was Curtis Price. Yeah, I lived with him for nearly three years, but we were never a good fit together." "It took three years to learn you weren't a good fit?" I asked, a bit surprised. "I was young and thought he would change his opinions about certain things." Jessica began. "My ego let me believe he would change in order to make me happy and stay with me. Eventually I realized that he wasn't going to change." "His opinions about things? What things? And why were they that important?" I pressed back. "I'd rather not say." Jessica responded quietly. "Let's just say it was fundamentally important to me, and I guess his position was important to him. Neither of us would give in. As time went by, it became a larger issue that we argued over." Jessica paused for a moment, then decided to explain a bit more. "A month or so ago, we had that argument again. It became a big blowout and he stormed out to stay with a friend for a couple of days. At that time, my job was also giving me problems. My career had stalled and I couldn't find a way forward, not in Atlanta. I decided I needed a new start in life." Jessica paused, then continued. "I hope by relocating to Austin I can find the career and lifestyle I'm seeking. I'm so grateful that you are letting me stay here to get back on my feet." "I hope it all works out well for you." I replied. "Again, you can stay as long as you like. You won't be an inconvenience." "But I'm concerned that I'm interfering in your social life." Jessica retorted. "You are dating, aren't you? You do have a sex life, don't you?" There was an awkward moment of silence. I finally spoke. "I've had a few dates." I said. "But I've never brought any dates back to this house. I don't anticipate that your presence here will interfere in my social life." Since Lilly died, my sex life had changed dramatically, from frequent sex, to almost no sex. Lilly and I had been part of a swingers group and we had enjoyed sex with many partners. But that group only allowed married couples to participate. When Lilly died, my participation ended, or at least until I was again married and had a wife who also wanted to swing. Searching for such a mate was difficult. And for now, I wasn't going to discuss that aspect of my sex life with my sister. After another pause of silence, I again spoke. "Although I may not have much of a sex life right now, I don't want to interfere in your love life." I told Jessica. "I hope you feel comfortable bringing your friends and dates here when you like. I guess with your relationship to Curtis over, you also are looking for that someone special." "Thank you for the support and the offer to stay here." Jessica replied. "Currently there is no one special in my life. We shall see how things go." "Sounds like both of us need to get laid." I quipped to which we both chuckled, a bit uncomfortably. \- - - - - Within a week, Jessica and I had settled into our own routines around the house. For the most part each of us had our own life to live. Weekdays, I worked a usual downtown office job 8 to 5. In the mornings, Jessica often had job interviews, or spent time getting reacquainted with Austin. Austin had changed a lot in the past four years. Jessica had reconnected with old Austin friends and was making new friends quickly. Most afternoons Jessica spent time sunbathing by the pool. Some evenings we had dinner together and watched TV or listened to music. Weekends we occasionally did things together. Otherwise we went our own ways with our own friends. We had no ownership of each other's life, and it all just worked well. I made it a point to take Jessica out at least once a week for dinner and to visit some of my favorite nightspots. One time we went to a club and discovered how much we enjoyed dancing with each other. Neither of us had prospects for a steady significant other, so we continued to go out clubbing together. We genuinely enjoyed being with each other, possibly because as siblings there was no pressure to develop a romantic relationship. Sometimes we were approached by others and asked if we were husband and wife, or just in a long term relationship. When Jessica didn't want to be bothered by some stranger, her answer was that I was her 'very significant other.' One Friday night at a dance club a very attractive red-head named Misty asked to join us. The three of us had drinks and danced several songs together. Misty was obviously more interested in Jessica than in me. Eventually I backed out and sat down at our table, watching the two women. The two females danced, touched, hugged and eventually kissed each other. At the end of one music set, Misty excused herself to go to the ladies room. Jessica came over to me and told me she would be going home with Misty for the night. She would get a ride home in the morning. I was a bit stunned, but accepted the situation. Jessica was a grown woman and could do what she liked. I left and went on home by myself. \- - - - - The next morning I was up and having coffee when Jessica came home. "So, you and Misty? I didn't know this side of you." I inquired. "There are several things you don't know about me." Jessica replied, then added, "and I suspect there are many things I don't know about you, my dear brother." Jessica poured a cup of coffee for herself and joined me at the breakfast table. My curiosity made me ask more about her love life. "If I may ask, do you have sex only with women?" I asked. "Or in addition to sex with men?" Jessica looked at me, pausing to think before she spoke. "Are you judging me?" She asked. "Not judging. Just curious." I replied. "You are old enough to make you own decisions." "If you must know, I do enjoy sex with women and with men. But, of course, only one at a time." Jessica told me. "Something I have enjoyed for several years. However I must admit that when I'm with a man, I am often considering long-term relationships, but not always. With a woman, I'm just having a fun encounter, just enjoying no-strings-attached sexual pleasure." "Sounds like you have a healthy attitude about sex." I replied. "Curtis didn't feel that way. He wanted me to be completely faithful to him, no sex with any other person, male or female." Jessica explained. "I was willing to forego sex with other men, but I still wanted an occasional romp with another female. I don't think he was confident enough in himself or our relationship to allow that. In the end, that was the major issue that drove us apart." "His loss." I added. \- - - - - Although we hadn't lived in the same house since high school, about 15 years earlier, we soon felt comfortable around each other in various forms of attire. Our 'at home' attire became very casual. I often wore just shorts and a t-shirt. Jessica would wear a tank top and running shorts. Often she was bra-less, and her nipples poked out the thin material of her tank top. She apparently noticed how I would stare at her well defined breasts. And Jessica would sunbathe out by the pool, wearing a skimpy bikini. I think she enjoyed teasing me. One evening after we had dinner, we sat in the living room, drinking wine and listening to music while we talked. I was sitting on the sofa wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Jessica was lounging on the far corner of the love seat which was at a right angle to the sofa. Her legs were up on the love seat with her feet pointed at me. She was wearing a t-shirt and a short, pleated cotton summer skirt. I had dimmed the lights and Jessica was playing one of her favorite play-lists on her phone through the home audio system via a wireless connection. The setting was very conducive to an enjoyable conversation. We were well into our second bottle of wine when the conversation turned to our mutual lack of a steady sex partner. Soon we were comparing our desired characteristics for a great lover. "I would like someone who is fun, sexy, smart, caring, sensitive, and a great kisser." I said. "I don't think that is too much to want in a lover." "I agree. All of that." Jessica replied. "And they must be good in bed." I was a bit concerned that our discussion may turn to sex, but our inhibitions were lowered by the wine and the music, so I decided to continue down this line of conversation. Jessica also appeared to be interested in discussing sex. She shifted in her seat, as if to get more comfortable. In the process she bent her left leg and slightly parted her legs. Her skirt rose up some, giving me a view of the inside of her thigh. Damn, she looked sexy. "Yeah." I agreed. "Of course they have to be a good lover." "They need to know when, where, and how to touch me." Jessica said in a soft sultry voice. She was staring at me while she placed her hand on her knee, then her hand slid down to her inner thigh. Her skirt moved higher, exposing her pink panties to me. My eyes moved back and forth between her panties, and her eyes. She knew, and I knew, what she was doing. She was teasing me again and enjoying doing so. I could feel a twinge in my cock and I shifted in my seat, giving my cock a bit more space as it became aroused. I knew this could be a dangerous game, but I was thoroughly enjoying playing this way with her. "My lover must have great oral skills." Jessica continued. "I love it when a tongue pleasures my clit and gives me fabulous orgasms. And, they must be able to make love for a long period of time, giving me multiple orgasms." By this point her legs were spread wide open and she was obviously displaying her panty covered crotch to me as her finger slowly ran up and down the inside of her thigh. My cock was growing in my shorts, and I shifted again. A change in the music provided a redirection of our interactions. The song "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac began playing with its sensual beat and those sultry vocals by Stevie Nicks. The Fleetwood Mac Greatest Hits album was a favorite of our parents and they played it frequently when Jessica and I were young. "Oh, I love this song!" Jessica exclaimed as she leapt to her feet in the middle of the room. As the music played she danced for me, swaying her hips and holding her arms out as if a bird soaring in the wind. I sipped my wine while watching my sister and her sensual movements. As the next song, "Over My Head", began to play, Jessica continued to dance while staring at me with a mischievous grin. She reached down, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head before tossing the shirt onto the floor. All the while I was watching her and she was watching me as she continued swaying to the music. Jessica was wearing a pink bra that matched her panties. She filled the bra out well, likely a C-cup. "Damn, you're sexy." I whispered. "I don't know why some guy, or some girl, hasn't swept you off your feet." Jessica smiled back at me. "The right lover just hasn't come along." She said while she continued to dance to the music. The next song by Fleetwood Mac, "Sara" began playing and Jessica's dance movements became more pronounced. She was now twirling around, swinging her arms, and swaying to the music. I was loving watching my sexy sister. Without missing a beat to the music, she unfastened the button on her hip, unzipped the skirt, and let it fall off. I'm sure my eyes were wide open as I watch my sister dancing sensually to the music, dressed in only her pink bra and panties. I finished my glass of wine and put the empty glass on the end table. I was so bold as to whistle at Jessica. She smiled and winked at me. She continued dancing as the next song, "You Make Loving Fun" began. She turned away from me and showed me her cute little butt in those skimpy pink panties. She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra just before she turn back around and flung her bra onto the love seat. She continued dancing while facing me, in only her panties, allowing me to stare at her fabulous tits. My cock was getting hard and I was sure she could see the bulge in my shorts. Jessica moved closer to me while still swaying to the music. When the music stopped, she straddled my legs and then sat down in my lap, facing me, her panty covered pussy pressed against my hard cock, still inside my shorts. "I love you, brother." she said just before planting a wet kiss on my mouth. I was stunned by her actions. It was also thrilling and erotic. But this was my sister that I was lusting for. "I love you also." I replied. We stared into each other eyes, attempting to determine what each was thinking, and what we would allow ourselves to do. Jessica took my hand and placed it onto her soft, but firm breast. God, that felt so wonderful. She moaned as we kissed again. These kisses were becoming more that the sibling kisses we had shared throughout our lives. My hand began caressing her breast, my fingers playing with her hard nipple. She wiggled her crotch on my cock and she could likely feel it throbbing. We kissed again and our lips parted, our tongues touching, then exploring the other's mouth. I was in ecstasy. My heart was pounding. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. All of this felt so incredibly wonderful, to be kissing someone I loved, and she loved me. My hand on the flesh of her breast. Her pussy and my cock separated by only a few layers of thin material. But she was my sister. I couldn't have sex with my sister. Could I? After what appeared to me several minutes of passionate kissing and touching, my more rational brain took control. I gently pushed Jessica away from me and looked at her. "I want to do this. But I can't. We can't." I said. She looked at me, disappointed, and then nodded her head in agreement. "I guess you are right." Jessica said as she backed up, moved off of me, and turned to pick up her clothes. I had a great close-up view of her incredibly sexy ass. "Sister, I have to tell you that you are so sexy and you have an incredible ass." I said, then added. "You know that if you weren't my sister, I would be fucking you right here, right now." Jessica turned her head, looking over her shoulder at me, allowing me to still look at her ass. "If you weren't my brother," she replied, "I would want you to be doing exactly that." In the days that followed, Jessica often wore only a t-shirt and panties when just the two of us were home. No bra. No shorts. No skirt. I think we both wondered what might happen between us, if this final barrier stopping us were to fall. Most nights, as I fell asleep alone in my bed, I was having thoughts of sex with my sister, and my cock was hard and aching. These nights, masturbation was common, and my only source of relief. \- - - - - One afternoon in late June, the air conditioning failed in the office building where I worked. We were all told to take the rest of the day off and go home. I arrived home about 2 PM, knowing that Jessica would not be expecting me. And indeed she wasn't. I entered the house, and initially couldn't find my sister. Then, while standing in the living room, looking out the window towards the pool, I saw Jessica. She was laying face down on the chaise lounge, sunbathing. I could clearly see that cute ass of hers. She was completely naked and her skin was covered in a sheen, likely a combination of suntan oil and light perspiration. She looked so sexy. I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I stood there for several minutes, like a voyeur. Then, as I was watching, she turned over onto her back, her naked front side completely visible. I could see that her nipples were hard. It also appeared that she was unaware that I was home, or watching her. I backed away from the window and went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothing. While undressing in my bedroom, I thought about joining Jessica by the pool. I was naked and decided to look at her again from my upstairs window, before putting my swimsuit on. Jessica was still laying on her backside on the lounger and she was still naked. She had spread her legs, allowing her feet to fall off the sides of the lounger and onto the patio. I couldn't tell if she could see me in the upstairs window or not. As I watched she placed her left hand on her breast and began playing with her nipple, just as I had done a few days earlier. Then she dropped her right hand between her legs and began running a finger over her pussy lips. It was the first time that I had actually seen that she was completely bare down below. She must have shaved or waxed all her pubic hair. I held my cock in my hand and felt it getting hard. I watched as Jessica's hand movements became more intense. She was squeezing her tit, and fucking her pussy with her fingers. Sometimes she was shoving two or three fingers inside her pussy, and then she would furiously rub her clit. She used her feet and legs to hold herself and she began thrusting her hips upward, as if fucking a lover. Her head moved side to side and at times I thought I could hear her moaning. I began stroking my cock and I picked up the underwear I had removed in case I needed to catch my ejaculation. I watched and masturbated as Jessica pleasured herself down below on the patio. She was finger fucking herself faster and harder, and I could definitely hear her moans. Then suddenly she shoved her fingers deep inside her pussy while she thrust her hips up and held them there. She moaned loudly and her body began to shudder. I stroked my cock a couple more times and knew I was about to explode. I swiftly move my underwear to cover the head of my cock just as I had my orgasm and began spewing my cum. My body shook and my legs weakened, as if I was about to collapse. But I stood there and watched my sister. Her orgasm eventually waned and she lowered herself back onto the lounge. She pulled her wet fingers out of her pussy and slowly slid them one-by-one into her mouth and sucked them clean. Meanwhile I had unloaded a sizable amount of cum into my underwear. I looked back at my sister, and it appeared she was looking at me, with a smile on her face. I quickly moved away from the window and decided to take a shower to cool off and clean up. After my shower, I dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs. I could hear the water running in the guest bathroom, and knew Jessica was also taking a shower. A short while later, I was sitting at the breakfast table, drinking a glass of iced tea, when Jessica came into the kitchen. She was dressed in a clean t-shirt and thong panties. "Been home long?" She asked as she bent over into the open refrigerator supposedly to get a drink. I was enjoying the view of her cute ass in the tiny thong panties. I also knew the drink she retrieved was on an upper shelf. She had no need to bend over that far and expose herself to me, other than she wanted to tease me. "No, not too long." I replied. "Did you enjoy the pool?" "So you saw me out by the pool?" she quickly asked. I knew that I had given myself away. "Okay. Yeah. I saw you out there." I replied sheepishly. "Sorry I was watching you." "I'm not." she said as she sashayed out of the room. "I hope you enjoyed the show." We never again mentioned what happened that afternoon. \- - - - - The July 4th holiday weekend allowed Jessica and I to spend a long weekend together. We had decided that on Saturday we would go to a local arts festival, a popular summer event in Austin. We had been there about an hour looking at various art exhibits when I heard a familiar voice. "Ryan! Is that you?" the female voice said. "We haven't seen you in quite a while." I turned toward the voice and saw Tiffany and Vincent Taylor, friends from my swinging past with Lilly. "Hello Tiffany. Hello Vincent. How are you?" I replied as I extended my hand. I wanted to be polite to my dear friends, but I wanted to keep my swinging past a secret from Jessica. "We're doing well." Vincent replied as we shook hands. "And who is this lovely lady?" Tiffany asked as she turned to Jessica with a special gleam in her eye. "Jessica. I'm Jessica Harris." my sister replied as she extended a hand to Tiffany. "Well hello Jessica Harris. So very nice to meet you." Tiffany said with some surprise in her voice. I immediately knew that we possibly had a problem. When Tiffany heard the last name of Harris, she likely assumed that Jessica was my wife. But before I could clarify this was my sister, Vincent pulled me back to face him. "Jessica is quite lovely. Why haven't we heard about her already?" Vincent asked. Before I could answer, Tiffany was already speaking. "Ryan, you and Jessica must come over for drinks and some fun tomorrow night." Tiffany insisted. "We won't take 'No' for an answer. Let's say five o'clock?" "Thank you. We accept." Jessica quickly replied. "We look forward to seeing you. I assume Ryan knows where you live." "Don't be silly. Of course he does." Tiffany said as she gave Jessica a big hug followed by a quick kiss. "I know we will have a lot of fun together tomorrow night." I was about to protest when Vincent, who still had my hand in our handshake grip, spoke. "Now Ryan. You cannot say 'No'. You know how much Tiffany loves to see you." Vincent said as he and Tiffany turned to walk away. "Sorry to be in a hurry, but we've late for another engagement. Glad we ran into you and we look forward to tomorrow. Be there at five. Don't be late." I was thunderstruck, standing there as Vincent and Tiffany walked away. How was I going to explain to Jessica that we had to cancel our acceptance of their invitation for drinks the following evening? "Jessica. There are some things about the Taylor's, and my history with them, that you need to know." I said this in a firm voice. "This is important and we need to talk. But not here. Let's go home." Jessica looked puzzled, but accepted what I said. Reluctantly we left the art festival and headed home. I was unsure inside how this would go down. I wasn't the type to make up stories, or tell lies, especially to my sister, so I would just have to come clean about the swinging sex life that Lilly and I once enjoyed. I expected that Jessica would be shocked, but also that she would understand why we had to cancel on Vincent and Tiffany. \- - - - - About twenty minutes later Jessica and I were back in our living room, with all those framed photos of the swinger friends that Lilly and I had sex with over the past few years. "What is all this about?" Jessica asked me. "You are acting very strangely." "This is a bit difficult for me to explain." I began. "Lilly and I had a secret side of our life, something that Vincent and Tiffany were a part of." "You can tell me." Jessica replied. "It cannot be too terribly bad. I doubt you all robbed a bank or anything like that." "Oh! Nothing like that." I began. "Lilly and I were part of a swingers group. We would meet other couples, and if we thought we were compatible, we would swap spouses and have sex. Vincent and Tiffany were part of that swingers group, and Lilly and I had sex with them, actually many times. I had sex with Tiffany. Lilly had sex with Vincent. And often Lilly had sex with Tiffany." Jessica was looking at me, listening to my every word. It appeared she wanted to know more. "The swingers group only allows married couples to participate." I continued. "So when Lilly died, I lost my membership, so to speak. But when you introduced yourself as Jessica Harris, they assumed that you were my new wife, not my sister. They likely assumed that I wouldn't marry anyone unless they also wanted to be part of the swingers scene. So they invited you and I over to their home tomorrow not only for drinks, but to have sex, me with Tiffany, and you with Vincent, and maybe you with Tiffany. I know that sounds outrageous, but I'm sure that is what they intend to do tomorrow night. I suppose I should have known this secret would eventually get out. I should have told you earlier." Jessica looked at me and smiled. She stood up and walked over to the framed photos of the swinger friends from my past hanging on the wall. "So these are photos of your swinger friends?" Jessica asked. I nodded that she was correct. Then Jessica took the photo of Vincent and Tiffany off the wall, turned it over and looked at the back. "And the dates on the back are all the times you and Lilly had sex with Tiffany and Vincent?" Jessica asked. "You are correct." I replied. "I've already looked at all of these," Jessica continued, "and I can see that Vincent and Tiffany must have been your favorites. You and Lilly had sex with them more than twice as many times as with any of the other couples." "Uh, yes. You are probably right about that." I answered, unsure why she had already looked at the back of all those photos. "Well brother." Jessica walked over and looked at me. "I must admit that this is not news to me. I already knew that you and Lilly were swingers and that you two had sex with all these couples." "How did you know that?" I looked at Jessica totally puzzled. "Lilly told me about the swingers group, from

the time you two attended the very first 'Meet & Greet' party." Jessica said. "I already knew that Tiffany was your favorite. And I know that Tiffany and many other of these women thought you were the best lover they ever had. I expect many of them are waiting to hear when your membership has been restored." "When did Lilly tell you all of this?" Now I was the one that had questions. "Every time Lilly and I had sex, she would tell me about the latest sexual encounters you two had within your swingers group." Jessica explained. "What? You had sex with Lilly?" I was dumbfounded. "More that once?" "She never told you?" Jessica replied, visibly shocked. "She told me that she was going to tell you about the two of us having sex. It was the only sexual affair she had outside of your swinging activities with her." "No! She never told me. I never knew." I replied. "How long were the two of you having sex together? Was it often?" "Oh my brother. I'm so sorry you didn't know." Jessica replied. "Lilly and I first had sex together the night before your wedding. As you remember, I was the Maid of Honor. I planned the bachelorette party for her for the wedding eve. All the girls went out to a dance club and we had a great night. Later we all ended up back at my place and had more drinks. Eventually all the others, except Lilly, left and went home. Lilly had planned to stay with me, as sometimes happens that a bride spends her last night as a single with her Maid of Honor. We had a great time in bed that night, but we got very little sleep, if you catch my drift. I've known since then that Lilly was a fantastic lover. While I was still living in Austin, we got together once or twice a month and fucked each other silly. I think that is why she wanted to try sex with other people. I suspect the idea for you two to explore the swinging lifestyle was her idea, wasn't it?" "Oh my God! You are right." I replied. "And I felt a bit guilty that maybe I had forced her into swinging." "No, don't feel that way." Jessica continued. "I know that both of you really enjoyed the swinging lifestyle and still loved each other very, very much. When I moved to Atlanta, I lost maybe my best lover. Whenever I came back to Austin to visit, once or twice a year, she and I always found some time to be together. We had great sex, and she kept me up-to-date on the swinging activities you two shared." "Oh my God!" I replied. "I was completely unaware that you knew about our activities. And I never knew that the two of you were lovers. This is all news to me." "Well, don't feel bad that you were keeping secrets from me, because you weren't." Jessica responded. "It seems that we were keeping secrets from you. I'm sorry that Lilly never told you." I had a lot to process. We sat in silence for several minutes. "Lilly told me another thing." Jessica said. "I wonder if it is true." "What is that?" I replied. "Lilly told me you were an incredible lover." Jessica began. "She says you know how to make love to a woman, how to hold her, touch her, kiss her, and pleasure her. She told me you have a really nice large cock, and it stays hard for a long time, even after you have an orgasm. Lilly told me you consistently gave her multiple orgasms. It was one of the reasons you were so very popular in your swingers group. Is all that true, my brother? Are you an incredible lover?" I was embarrassed to discuss my sexual abilities with my sister, but we were being honest with each other. "I suppose I have to admit that all those things you said are true." I replied. "I really enjoy sex and I have a somewhat unique ability to really please all the women." "One last thing." Jessica added. "I suppose you haven't had much sex since Lilly died. Don't you want to be with Tiffany again?" Jessica was blunt in her question. "Tiffany was a terrific lover. Yes, I dream of having sex with her again." I replied. "But we can't meet Vincent and Tiffany tomorrow. I can't ask you to go there and have sex with Vincent, and maybe Tiffany. And we aren't married." "But they think we're married." Jessica replied. "You want to fuck Tiffany. I could use a good fuck, and I've heard from Lilly that Vincent is very good, almost as good a lover as you are. And If I get some time with Tiffany, that's even better. You know I go both ways." I was caught off guard that Lilly had told Jessica that I was a great lover. Maybe I am, but I didn't want my sister to know that. "But you are my sister. I can't have sex with you." I argued. "From what you have said, and what Lilly told me," Jessica began, "at these swaps, spouses don't have sex with each other. No one would expect you and I to have sex. We would just have sex with others. See? No problem." She had a point. It would be easy to avoid having sex with Jessica if we were to swap with Vincent and Tiffany. I had one last concern. "I know that Vincent and Tiffany prefer the same-room, same-bed approach to swinging. Therefore we would likely be in the same room, on the same bed, have sex with another person at the same time." I said. "We would be watching each other having sex. I think that would be a weird." "Okay. I agree with that. It might be a bit weird watching each other having sex." Jessica agreed. "But that's a small price to pay if both of us get to have some great sex. At least it is in my book." "And to look like a married couple, we would have to kiss each other." I added. "I have no problem with that." Jessica replied as she step forward, put her arms around me and locked me into a full-on, open mouth, sensual kiss. Our kiss lasted quite a while. We both needed the loving and were comfortable enough with each other to passionately kiss each other. I was getting aroused, my cock getting hard. Jessica could feel my manhood grow as it was pressed against her belly. She reached down and took hold of my hard cock through my shorts. "Tomorrow night we will take care of your friend here. I think he will get a good fucking." Jessica said with a grin. \- - - - - The next evening at five o'clock Jessica and I were at the front door of Vincent and Tiffany's home, prepared to present ourselves as a married couple with the hopes of having some fabulous sex. I was wearing slacks, a knit sports shirt, and sandals. Jessica was wearing a really sexy little black dress and heels. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, and I wondered if she was even wearing panties. She appeared eager for some unbridled sex. Within moments we were inside the Taylor's living room. Drinks were mandatory. Hard liquor was the quickest way to settle nerves and loosen any inhibitions. We all were drinking bourbon on the rocks, and it was having the desired effect. "So how long have you two been together?" Vincent asked what could have been an awkward question. "Actually we've known each other for many years." Jessica was quick to answer. "But only recently, after Lilly's death, did I move back from Atlanta and reconnect with Ryan." "We all miss Lilly." Vincent joined in. "She was such a wonderful lover." "And Ryan is also a wonderful lover." Tiffany said. She then turned to Jessica and added, "But you must know that by now." "I've heard he has quite a reputation with your swingers group." Jessica deflected. "So you know about our group. We are so glad that Ryan found someone like you that wants to play as we do." Vincent said towards Jessica. "Tell us why you were interested in our swingers group." "Actually I've known Ryan and Lilly for many years." Jessica began. "Lilly confided in me about their swinging lifestyle and how much incredible sex they had. After Ryan and I met you yesterday, Ryan told me about your relationship with him, and likely what you intend for this evening. I'm quite eager to try this." "So, have you ever done anything like this before? Ever swap partners? Ever get involved in group sex?" Tiffany asked. "No. Just one-on-one sex, mostly with a male lover." Jessica then turned towards Tiffany and added, with a sly smile, "and sometimes with a female lover." "Are you nervous?" Vincent asked. "We often have the ladies start, then the guys join in. Helps everyone get in the mood so to speak before the real fun begins." Jessica smiled and nodded her head. She appeared ready for this experience. "Ryan, will you refill all our drinks while I put on some music?" Vincent asked me. From our past days, when Lilly and I were with Tiffany and Vincent, I was familiar with Tiffany beginning the activities with my wife, the two of them dancing, and then stripping together. It appeared that Vincent and Tiffany still started things this way. When the music started, Tiffany rose, kicked off her shoes, and began swaying to the music. She reached out her hand and Jessica rose to join her, also removing her shoes. Vincent and I sat, sipped our drinks and watched the two ladies. Jessica and Tiffany appeared very interested in each other, sensually swaying together, lightly touching each other. As they danced, they moved closer to each other, holding each other's hands. Their eyes were locked upon one another, almost as if they were alone in the room. There was a silent communication between the two women, using the touch of each other, and the responses in their eyes to judge what each wanted, and was willing to do. Vincent and I watched as Tiffany and Jessica pulled together in an embrace, their faces so close together. Without a word ever being spoken, they both closed their eyes as their lips met in a gentle kiss. They continued to hold each other, their bodies still moving in a sensual way to the music. Their lips parted, tongues feeling out the other, as the kiss became more passionate. Vincent leaned over closer to me and whispered, "You know I always loved Lilly, but it appears that Jessica is even hotter. Tonight should be loads of fun." We returned our attention to the two ladies just as they both began to unzip the other's dress. Jessica's little black dress and Tiffany's long red dress hit the floor at the same time, pooling around their feet. Both were now dressed in only their panties. Neither had been wearing a bra. Jessica wore a black thong which matched her black dress. Likewise, Tiffany wore a tiny red G-string thong that matched her red dress. As they resumed their passionate kiss, their near-identical C-cup breasts pressed together. The heat from their erotic actions was rising. I could feel my cock swelling within my pants and I had to adjust myself, giving my cock room to grow. Out of my side view, I could see Vincent making a similar adjustment. As the ladies continued their sexual dance, their hands wandered over the other's body, caressing shoulders, arms, sides, and hips. It really was an erotic event to watch. Jessica was the first to put a hand on Tiffany's breast, and soon Tiffany's hand was caressing Jessica's breast. They continued their kissing and swaying sensually to the music as the arousal grew within each. Tiffany's hand slid down Jessica's front and over her thong, cupping her pussy. "You are already wet." Tiffany said in a sultry voice. "I have to admit that I am also very wet." Jessica stopped moving as Tiffany was fingering her through her damp thong. "Let's take this to the bedroom." Jessica said. "That's where we will play, right?" Tiffany flashed a big grin, put her arm around Jessica's waist and led her towards the bedroom. Vincent and I quickly finished our drinks and followed the women. By the time Vincent and I arrived in the master bedroom, the bed had been stripped of the covers, leaving only the fitted bottom sheet. Jessica was laying on her back with Tiffany partially next to her, and partially on top of her. They had resumed their passionate kissing. There were two easy chairs near the foot of the bed. Vincent indicated for me to have a seat as he also sat down. For a while we would watch. I began removing my clothes, as did Vincent. Tiffany had risen up on her knees and was quickly pulling off Jessica's thong. I realized that Tiffany had already removed her G-string which was laying on the floor. In the art of making love, Tiffany decided to skip some steps, such as caressing and kissing Jessica's breasts, and she moved quickly to the first main event. Within moments, Tiffany's head was between Jessica's legs. The sounds of wet, sloppy oral sex were easy to hear. "Oh God YES!" Jessica exclaimed loudly as she raised her knees and spread her legs even more to improve Tiffany's access to her slit. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy! Lick my clit! Oh YES, YES, YES!" Jessica continued to vocalize how horny she was and how good Tiffany's oral ministrations were. This situation was a bit surreal for me. I had never witnessed my sister having sex with another person. I had only seen her masturbate that one time out beside the pool. This was very different, so close, and somewhat more personal. She knew I was close-by and watching, soon to be participating. I never expected her to be so vocal, and obviously craving sexual stimulation. I had seen Lilly and Tiffany making love, and Lilly was never this vocal. Tiffany was also obviously horny. In addition to eating Jessica's pussy with gusto, Tiffany was also fingering her own pussy. From both females, the strong odor of aroused pussy was very evident, and was making me very horny. I wondered when and how Vincent and I would become involved in this. I looked towards Vincent and he gave me a 'Wait' signal, which was very well timed as things changed quickly. Jessica was getting close to her orgasm. She was even more vocal, she grasped Tiffany's head and was bucking her hips into her lover's face. "Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK!" Jessica was nearly screaming as she bucked her hips into Tiffany's face. Tiffany kept licking Jessica's pussy with all the vigor she could. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Jessica screamed as her orgasm hit. She took Tiffany's head into a vise grip and held it still as Jessica's body shuddered and she gasped for air. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she kept moaning. Jessica's orgasm peaked and her tense body collapsed onto the bed, while letting go of Tiffany's head. Her breathing continued heavy as she recovered from an intense orgasm. It had been incredible to watch. I had only witnessed such an orgasm from Lilly a few times. I wondered if this was normal for Jessica, or something very special for her. Tiffany backed away from Jessica's swollen, wet pussy, and she sat back on her heels. Tiffany's face was covered in Jessica's pussy fluids, and the broad smile on Tiffany's face indicated that she was loving it. Vincent and I were watching in amazement. My cock was leaking pre-cum and I was sure that Vincent's cock was doing the same. For several moments we all remained quiet, looking at each other, but mostly at Jessica's pussy. I couldn't believe that I had witnessed such behavior from my sister. And then things changed again. Jessica stretched out her arms to Tiffany in an invitation to hug and kiss. Tiffany responded by leaning over on top of Jessica and then kissing, a more gentle, loving kiss. It appeared that Jessica didn't mind that Tiffany's mouth was covered in her own pussy fluids. Maybe the taste of herself just made it much more erotic. Vincent and I continued to watch as the two ladies lay next to each other, hugging and kissing. Maybe soon he and I would be getting involved. But not yet. Jessica wrapped her arms around Tiffany in a tight hug and rolled them over so that Jessica was now on top of Tiffany. "My turn to pleasure you." Jessica said in a sultry voice as she began to kiss her way down the front of Tiffany's body. Tiffany already had hard nipples standing out, and Jessica's mouth soon latched upon one, and then the other. As she sucked on one of Tiffany's nipples, Jessica was pinching Tiffany's other nipple. Very quickly Tiffany was moaning in pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tiffany was saying in a soft voice as she ran her fingers through Jessica's hair. Jessica continued southward, soon arriving at Tiffany's shaved-smooth pussy which was already wet from her own fingering earlier. Soon Jessica was kneeling between Tiffany's legs while eagerly licking Tiffany's pussy. "Oh Yes! Oh Yes!" Tiffany was muttering as she was becoming more aroused. Vincent and I watched with great interest, and hard cocks, as Jessica was eating Tiffany's pussy. Then Jessica upped the game as she slid a finger inside Tiffany's slit, followed by a second and then a third finger. She continued to lick Tiffany's clit while finger fucking her hard. "Oh my God! That feels so fucking good!" Tiffany exclaimed as Jessica continued pleasuring her lover. Jessica looked back over her shoulder at Vincent. She spread her knees as much as she could between Tiffany's legs, wiggled her ass just a bit and said, "Fuck me Vincent." Vincent need no further instructions as he moved onto the foot of the bed, knelt behind Jessica and slid his hard cock slowly into her waiting, wet pussy. He was watching Jessica eat his wife's pussy, and he was watching his wife's expressions from all the sexual activity. "Fuck her Vincent!" Tiffany told her husband. "Fuck her as good as she is fucking me." I was feeling a bit left out so I stood and walked to the side of the bed. Tiffany motioned me forward, as I hope she would. I knelt on the side of the bed and leaned over her. Tiffany turned her head and took my cock into her mouth. I just loved the way Tiffany sucked my cock, something I hadn't felt in about a year. I was finally back in the game and it felt so good. We continued on for several minutes. Vincent was fucking Jessica from behind, while Jessica was eating and finger fucking Tiffany's pussy, all the while that Tiffany was sucking my cock. I was mostly watching my sister and enjoying the pleasure. I never expected Jessica to be so naughty. And then she became more so. While I was watching, Jessica raised her head and smiled at me, her face covered in Tiffany's fluids. Jessica turned back towards Vincent and said, "Fuck me Vincent. Fuck me really hard. I won't break. Make me cum." Vincent put a firm grip on Jessica's hips and immediately began slamming his cock into her pussy, as I had seen him do to Lilly several times in the past. Such intense fucking always gave Lilly an orgasm within a minute or so. Jessica resumed eating and fucking Tiffany's pussy with great abandon. The sexual intensity rose quickly for all of us. Vincent's energy was feeding all of us. He was plowing into Jessica hard and fast. His endurance appeared endless as he fucked her hard for several minutes. I could sense that the other three of us were getting close to our own orgasms. Tiffany became more focused on her own orgasm, and less involved in sucking my cock. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and sat down next to her, kissing her tenderly and running my hand over her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples. Jessica, sensing that Tiffany was close to the edge, redoubled her actions which had the intended effect. Tiffany's orgasm hit her hard and she screamed. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Tiffany kept repeating as her orgasm caused her body to shake, Jessica still between her legs. Vincent was tiring from the intense pounding he had been giving Jessica, and he was distracted a bit as he watched his wife have an orgasm. Jessica surprised me again. She backed away from Tiffany and twisted away from Vincent's cock. "Lay on the bed next to your wife." Jessica commanded Vincent. "My turn to fuck you." I was holding and kissing Tiffany in a loving way as her orgasm began to recede. I watched as Vincent laid on his back, his hard cock pointing up into the air. Jessica straddled him in a cowgirl position and lowered herself down upon his cock. She then began rocking her hips front to back, slowly riding his cock. But all the while she was staring at me. Then I heard Tiffany's voice. "Ryan. I need a cock. Fuck me." Tiffany said in a firm voice. I moved on top of Tiffany, between her legs. Slowly I pushed my larger than average cock into her as I held her legs up over her shoulders. "Oh Ryan. That feels so wonderful." Tiffany was saying. "I've waited so long to again feel you fill me like only you do." Again this felt so very surreal. Vincent and his wife Tiffany were laying on their backs, side-by-side. I was up on my knees, over Tiffany, my cock buried deep inside her pussy. Next to me, just inches away, was my sister Jessica riding Vincent's cock. We continued on like this for five minutes or more. I had started slow with Tiffany and was slowly building speed and force in the thrusts of my cock into her. Likewise, next to me, Jessica had beginning rocking faster on Vincent's cock. Tiffany had already had one orgasm and was very aroused. It didn't take her long to cum again. She came suddenly and hard. "Ryan, I'm cumming!" Tiffany screamed. Her pussy was clenching my cock incredibly hard. Her body was shuddering underneath me. She turned her head and shared a long deep kiss with her husband. It had been so long since I last had sex this great, I also came quickly. "Argh!" I let out a cry and threw my head back as I began to pump a pent-up load of my cum into Tiffany. "Oh Fuck Ryan!" Tiffany exclaimed, having been caught off-guard by my sudden orgasm. "That's one quick hot load of cum." "Don't worry. I got more." I replied while taking a quick breather. I sat back on my heels while my cock slid out of her. Meanwhile Jessica was still rocking back and forth on Vincent's cock. "Turn over, Tiffany." I said to my lover. "I want to do doggy." Tiffany grinned up at me, realizing that I still had my old mojo and my cock was still hard. She quickly flipped over onto her elbows and knees, her beautiful backside towards me. She resumed kissing her husband while I slid my cock back into her very wet and sloppy pussy. I immediately began pounding her pussy with long deep strokes. Jessica turned towards me. "Didn't you both just cum? How are you fucking her again? Jessica asked me without skipping a beat. "I guess . . . it is a gift." I replied between thrusts and gasps for breath. "I can cum, . . . hard . . . and keep my erection . . . and keep making love." I was suddenly feeling different feelings about my sister. Here we were, side by side, each fucking another person while we carried on a conversation about sex. I struggled to maintain my focus on my cock inside Tiffany's hot pussy. While thrusting into Tiffany, I took the liberty with one hand to reach over and squeeze my sister's tit. Jessica howled. For an instant I thought I hurt her. Then I realized that I had triggered her orgasm. "F U C K I N G . . . . Y E S!" Jessica let out a long yell. I still had hold of her tit and could feel her body trembling while her orgasm continued. It was another unexpected experience with my sister. Suddenly Vincent flipped Jessica over so that he was on top of her in missionary position. He began banging her pussy hard and fast. Jessica was pleasantly caught by surprise and was squealing in pleasure. I was familiar with Vincent's techniques and knew he had moved into his 'A' game. With Lilly, he often had her begging him to stop, while all the time loving the intense pleasure, pain, and exhaustion. I stepped things up with Tiffany, gripping her hips as I pounded her slippery wet hole. She quickly orgasmed again, but I kept pounding away in her. "Oh Fuck Ryan." Tiffany was pleading. "You are still a fucking machine." I had played this game with Tiffany before. We both loved it. "Just tell me Tiff when you really want me to stop." I told her while fucking her as hard as I could. I felt I was finally fully back in the action and it felt fantastic. I was so glad that my return to swinging was with Tiffany. We knew each other so well. Tiffany buried her head into the bed, crying in pleasure and pain. I knew that she knew how to bring this to a close. So I continued on. Meanwhile Jessica and Vincent will really going at it. I wondered if she had ever before had sex this intense. I could look down upon her next to me and see the intensity in her face. Her eyes were shut tight and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was gasping for air. "You're a fucking god Vincent! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Jessica was screaming. Tiffany had reached her limit. Her cunt suddenly clamped tight around my cock. She screamed and her body was trembling hard. I could feel her orgasm pulse in her pussy which was gripping my cock. I had my second orgasm. My body was tingling incredibly hard. I froze in place and then I erupted, shooting jet after jet of hot cum into her. I couldn't remember when I had unloaded so much cum at one time into one pussy. Tiffany collapsed face-first onto the bed. Next to me, Vincent and Jessica orgasmed at the same time, shouting out their shared ecstasy. "Oh god, Vincent!" Jessica cried out. "Is that a fire hose you have? Vincent was holding himself up, his body above Jessica's. I could see his buttock's clench as his cock shot load after load of his cum into her. I had heard from other women that he and I came far more than any other lovers. So I expected that Jessica had never felt so much cum at one time. Vincent and I both pulled out of our respective lovers and sat back. Jessica was laying on her back next to Tiffany who was laying on her stomach. What happened next surprised me, several ways. Tiffany leaned over close to Jessica. "Vincent cums a lot, doesn't he?" Tiffany asked Jessica. "If you will allow, I would love to eat Vincent's cum out of your pussy. But only if you will let me." In response, Jessica whispered something into Tiffany's ear which I could not hear. Whatever was said took Tiffany by surprise, a pleasant surprise as Tiffany grinned while she moved into a '69' position over Jessica. Tiffany immediately dove into Jessica's pussy, lapping up the hot cum leaking out of her crack. I move around behind Tiffany so that I could watch Jessica eating Tiffany's pussy. I was surprised to see Jessica laying there, open mouthed, allowing my cum to slide out of Tiffany's pussy which was being held a few inches above Jessica's mouth. Tiffany was clenching her vaginal muscles to force globs of cum out of her slit and into Jessica's mouth. Jessica was looking up at me with a devilish look in her eyes. 'Fuck' I thought to myself. My sister wanted me to watch her eat my cum. What a naughty girl! As I watched, Jessica raised her head up so that she could insert her tongue into Tiffany's pussy and scoop out another load of my cum. Jessica then lowered her head, all the while keeping her eyes on my eyes. She opened her mouth and let me see my cum covering her tongue. Her tongue played with my cum, and then she swallowed it. As I stared in amazement, Jessica repeated this process of 'scoop cum, display cum, play with cum, and then swallow cum', three more times. When she was finished eating my cum, Jessica looked into my eyes and said, "Ryan, did you enjoy watching me eat your delicious cum?" I smiled back at her, not knowing how to answer her. What she had done was so erotic, but she was my sister. How do I react? Tiffany turned her head back towards Jessica. "I'm finished on this end. Are you finished?" "Yeah. I'm finished. Loved it." Jessica replied. Tiffany moved over and sat next to her husband. They hugged and kissed each other. Jessica sat up next to me. We looked into each other's eyes and paused, wondering what we would do. I knew I wanted to kiss her, so I did just that. I pulled her next to me and I kissed my sister. We shared an erotic, sensual kiss. I could taste my cum on her tongue. Somehow it felt so right. We broke our kiss to see Tiffany dropping to her knees in front of Vincent and she proceed to lick and suck his cock clean. Jessica had that devilish look in her eyes again. While maintaining eye contact with me, she lowered herself down onto her knees between my legs and began licking and sucking my cock. I flinched. I couldn't believe my sister was sucking my cock. But she was so gentle and it felt so incredible. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the pleasure she gave me. When she finished, Jessica rose up and we kissed again. "Thank you." I whispered to her, as if afraid to acknowledge what she had done for me. "I'm going to clean up." Tiffany said as she got up and stumbled towards the bathroom. "I'm coming with you." Jessica replied as she got up and followed Tiffany. Vincent and I looked at each other. "Didn't I tell you tonight would be loads of fun?" Vincent said. "That is an incredible woman you have there." I nodded in agreement. It had been an incredible session of sex. And all the more incredible because my sister, Jessica, had participated with me. I couldn't believe it. Vincent and I put our clothes back on and walked back out to the living room. He picked up the two dresses on the floor and took those back to the bedroom. I fetched bottles of water from the kitchen to help each of us re-hydrate. The two ladies returned, wearing their dresses, and they sat with us. For a moment it was almost as if nothing had happened in the bedroom the past hour. But the discussion quickly turned to our sexcapades. "So, Jessica," Vincent addressed my sister. "Did you enjoy yourself?" "Oh yes!" Jessica replied with some enthusiasm. "That was far more incredible than I expected. And both of you are incredible lovers. Maybe the best orgasms I've ever had." "Glad you enjoyed that." Vincent continued. "So if we invite you back, you would come again?" "Absolutely!" Jessica replied. Then with a sly grin on her face, knowing the double meaning of what she was about to say, she added, "I would cum again and again." We all chuckled at the double entendre. Tiffany then turned to me. "So Ryan, have you and Jessica been having sex?" Tiffany asked. There was an awkward moment of silence and then she continued. "There at the end it appeared that you were hesitant to have your sister suck your cock." "What?" I exclaimed. "Ryan, we know that Jessica is your sister." Tiffany said. "How?" I ask

ed. "Lilly told me a few years ago about your sister Jessica." Tiffany continued. "She told me she was having sex with Jessica and that Jessica was a great lover. Lilly told me that she told Jessica about our swingers group, and Jessica was interested in joining. The problem was that she was single, and we all know the group only allows couples." "So you also knew that Lilly and Jessica were having sex?" Again I was shocked at the revelations. "I didn't know until Jessica told me a week ago or so." "You didn't know?" Tiffany asked. She also appeared surprised that I didn't know. I just shook my head 'No'. Again there was an awkward moment of silence. "To answer your question," Jessica jumped into the conversation, "Ryan and I haven't had sex. Tonight when I sucked his cock was the closest we've ever come to having sex with each other. And yes, I was regularly having sex with Lilly for several years, until I moved to Atlanta. After that she and I had sex only when I came back for a visit. Lilly said she would tell Ryan about our relationship as it was the only sex she had outside of marriage, other than with the swingers group which they did together. I too was shocked recently when I learned Lilly never told him." "Just to be clear," Tiffany added, "We're not implying that we disapprove of siblings having sex. When Vincent's sister and her husband come to visit us, he fucks his sister all weekend while I fuck her husband. We understand there is something special about siblings making love with each other. Just saying." "Regardless of whether you two have sex with each other," Vincent added, "we would love to have you as active members of the swingers group." "Would we be welcomed? We wouldn't be a married couple." I asked, wondering if Jessica and I could participate in the group. "I suspect some already know that Jessica is your sister." Tiffany responded. "I doubt they will have a problem with you two participating as a couple. I can discuss it with those that might have a concern and convince them that the group really needs both of you." "That would be great." exclaimed Jessica. I was a bit surprised by her enthusiasm about joining the swingers group. I was also very happy at the prospect. \- - - - - Both of us were fairly quiet on the drive home that night. I knew I had a lot to consider, and I suspected that Jessica did as well. After we arrived home, I poured each of a glass of wine and we sat in the living room. "I'll ask a different version of the question Vincent asked you." I began our discussion. "Were the activities of the evening what you expected? What you hoped for?" "Certainly more than I expected." Jessica responded. "The sex was unbelievable. I've never experienced a cock like Vincent's. He was fantastic. I do hope we will continue to see them and others in the swingers group." Jessica paused a moment, lowering her eyes to the floor, as if she was considering what else she would say to me. She then raised her head and I could again see that mischievous expression she sometimes has. "If you haven't already guessed," Jessica began, "I could be considered an oral slut. I love oral sex. I love sucking cock. I love eating pussy. I love it all wet and messy. I love eating male cum. I love eating female cum. As you have witnessed, I love eating male cum from a messy pussy. And, of course, I love having my pussy eaten orally or fucked with a cock, a real cock or a strap-on cock. Fuck! I love sex all sorts of ways." Again she paused, then continued. "I hope you don't think less of me." I wrapped my arms around my sister and gave her a big hug. Soon we were sharing a passionate open-mouth kiss. "I don't think less of you." I said. "How could I? I also love sex many ways, although possibly not as many ways as you do. I am excited that because of you, I may be returning to the swingers group and we can experience a lot of sex with many different people." She looked at me with what I thought was a 'longing for you' look in her eyes. I thought she was about to say or ask something else, but she quickly turned away. "It's been a long night." Jessica said. "I need to go to bed." Jessica turned and left the room, heading upstairs to her bedroom. I picked up the empty wine glasses and took them to the kitchen. I turn out the lights and headed to my own bedroom. A short while later I was naked, lying in my bed, trying to fall asleep. Physically I was very tired, but mentally I was wide awake. I couldn't stop thinking about the great sex I had that night, or the sights of Jessica having sex with Vincent and Tiffany. I wondered how it would feel to have sex with Jessica, to be fucking her, eating her pussy, or having her suck my cock, again. Was it possible that she also wants to have sex with me? Was that the question she didn't ask tonight? Eventually I fell asleep, thoughts of sex filling my head, and my cock hard as a rock. \- - - - - The next morning I slept in later than usual. It was the holiday weekend and I was in no rush to get out of bed as I wasn't going to work that day. I was only partially awake when Jessica entered my bedroom, completely naked, and slid into bed next to me on my left side, her arms around me. Before saying a word, she kissed me. "Good morning brother." she said in her soft, sultry voice. "Good morning my sister." I replied. "This is different. What's up?" "I've been thinking all night about us." she began. "I know I love you. I know you love me. I love sex, and you love sex. So I wonder why we aren't having sex together?" "Brothers and sisters just aren't supposed to have sex." I replied, even if I didn't fully believe that myself. "I understand the genetic thing." Jessica replied. "If we had a baby, it would be more at risk of genetic problems. But I'm on the Pill and have no plans now to have a baby. And I cannot think of any other reason we can't have sex. And then last night we learned that Vincent is fucking his sister. And they are cool with that." Jessica cuddled up closer to me. She wrapped her hand around my cock, just holding it. "Don't you want to fuck your hot, horny, slutty sister?" Jessica asked in no uncertain terms. The dam had broken between us. There was no reason stopping us and I knew that. I rolled to my left side, facing her. My left arm wrapped behind her, holding her. My right knee went between her legs, my thigh pressed up against her pussy. My right hand found her left breast and I gently caressed her. I stared into her eyes. "Yes I want to fuck you." I said in reply. We passionately began kissing. I had never felt anything so exhilarating before. We held a tight embrace as we kissed and groped each other's flesh. We rolled around the bed, sometimes side-by-side, sometimes I was on top of her, sometimes she was on top of me. All the while we were kissing very passionately, liked I had never kissed her before. We were no longer just siblings. We were becoming lovers. Eventually we paused to catch our breath. Jessica was laying on top of me, that devilish look on her face. "Last night you took the opportunity to suck my cock." I began. "It's my turn to eat you pussy." "Your wish is my command." Jessica replied as she quickly turned around, putting us into a '69'. She sat down on my face, her pussy already wet with her fluids. "I assume it is okay for me to suck your cock while you eat my pussy." Jessica didn't wait for my reply before sucking my cock head into her mouth. I was in double heaven. Her warm wet soft lips wrapped around my cock, and her hot wet pussy planted on my mouth. I shoved my tongue deep into her gash and tasted her sweet fluids. She moaned in pleasure. We licked and sucked on each other for the better part of ten minutes, loving every moment. My jaw and tongue were getting tired, as I suspected that hers were as well. I reached around her ass with my right hand and shoved three fingers into her pussy. She squealed in pleasure as I finger fucked her while licking her clit. Soon she was pressing down harder upon my face and I could hear her heavy breathing, soon becoming gasps for air. "Oh fuck, Ryan. You're going to make me cum." She said as she took a break from sucking my cock. I nibbled her clit which set her off. She screamed and her whole body started shaking as her orgasm hit. Fluids flooded out of her pussy and I drank and swallowed all that I could. My face was covered in her female cum. And I loved it. Jessica laid on top of me letting her orgasm continue and then slowly subside. She came down from her sexual high and rolled off of me, kneeling next to me. "If that is what your tongue can do to me," she began. She took my hard cock in her hand, as if showing it to me. "I want to feel what this big boy will do to me." Before I could say 'Climb aboard.' she had swung her leg over my body, straddling me in a cowgirl position. She rose up, pointed the head of my cock at her opening, and slowly began to impale herself on me. "Oh Fuck! That's big!" she exclaimed as my cock stretched her open. My cock was not a monster cock. I knew there were larger cocks than mine. But mine was above average, about 8 inches long and almost two inches in diameter. The girth is what the women felt as I entered them. Jessica leaned forward and braced herself by putting her hands on my chest. She was bouncing her ass, pushing a bit further down on my cock with each bounce. It took a minute or so, but she finally bottomed out, her ass on my lap, my cock buried fully inside her. We stayed still, just experiencing the feeling. She felt tight and warm to me, but not so tight that she wouldn't be able to move some. "I've only felt this full once before." Jessica said. "And that was with a mammoth dildo my girl friend gave me as a gag gift. She bet I couldn't take it all in. She should have known I always take a dare. It nearly split me open, but I got it all inside me. But never again. It hurt too much." "So am I hurting you now?" I asked. "No. This just feels incredible." She replied as she smiled at me. "It's tight. I'm full. It tingles, maybe a slight bit painful, but I'm feeling waves of pleasure, overriding any pain or discomfort." Jessica closed her eyes and sighed. I could sense her body relaxing, and I could also feel her pussy adjusting to the size of my cock. Her pussy was accommodating me, and I knew she could feel that also. "I just can't explain how good this is now feeling." She said. Jessica sat upright on me and let her arms hang down by her sides. She slow began rocking forward and backward on my cock, shifting the pressure points inside her vagina. "Ohhhhhh. Feels so good." She repeated. I reached up and placed my hands on her breasts, softly holding them. She placed her hands over my hands, holding my hands on her tits, even pressing them a bit firmer against herself. I was enjoying watching as she took control of her own pleasure. I figured that a while later I would be in a different position, pounding her pussy with my cock. But, for now, she was controlling how we had sex, and how her pussy accommodated to the size of my cock. She continued the forward and back rocking motion. I could tell that her fluids were flowing, providing more lubrication, and that her muscles were relaxing. Soon, with each forward motion, Jessica was lifting up a bit, maybe an inch or so of my cock coming out, only to be shoved back inside her on the backward rock of her body. "Enjoying yourself?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Fuck, Yeah!" she replied. "I hope you're not planning on doing anything else today. We may be doing this all day." I felt she was exaggerating. She likely didn't have that amount of stamina. But I had the time to give it a shot. It was feeling great for me as well. Jessica continued rocking, back and forth. She was slowly building speed, and soon my cock was sliding out and back in two inches or more. I don't know if the term 'fucking' implies a certain amount of in-and-out action, but I felt we were getting close to that point. All this time Jessica had been on her knees. The initial rocking had all been done by hip rotations. Then she began to lift off of me by moving forward, pivoting on her knees. But she was ready to try something different. She re-positioned her legs so that she was now squatting over me, balanced on the balls of her feet. We interlocked our fingers, my hands raised up above my shoulders, and she held her arms out in front of her, using me to balance herself. In this position she could use her legs to raise and lower herself on my cock. Very soon she was moving up and down on me, six inches or more of my cock coming out, only to have her drop back down on me, shoving me so deep inside her I could feel the barrier of her cervix. With each plunge of my cock into her, she let out a groan. Her breath was quickening and a slight sheen of perspiration was appearing on her flesh. She was beginning a workout, and she was loving it. "This feels so fucking good." She said. "I can't believe we hadn't done this sooner." My cock was beginning to ache in a very good way. I wasn't that concerned about premature ejaculation as I knew my cock could stay hard and we could continue fucking. I did want to time each of my ejaculations to maximize the effect upon Jessica. But I knew I likely could only have two, maybe three orgasms. Jessica picked up the action, moving up and down faster and faster, dropping down on my cock harder and harder. She was squeezing my hands harder as the intensity of her experience was rising. She closed her eyes and she yet her head fall backward or sideways. Up and down. Up and down she continued. "Oh god. Oh god." she started to repeat. I sensed that her orgasm was approaching, her second of the day. I was just a spectator, letting her control the action. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh." She kept repeating quickly as she bounced even faster upon my cock. Then suddenly she froze. She squeezed my hands really hard. Her vaginal muscles clenched my cock. I could feel the pulsations inside her vagina, squeezing me. She stopped breathing for a moment then screamed out in her loudest voice, "OH FUCK!" Jessica fell forward, collapsing onto my chest. She was breathing hard and her body was trembling. "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" she was now repeating softly and very rapidly. This orgasm lasted more than a minute. Then she finally calmed down. "Jesus. That was INTENSE!" she told me. "Are you doing okay?" I asked in a supportive voice. "I can't believe that after those two orgasms, I'm still horny." she replied, puzzled by her condition. "My cunt needs more, a lot more." "I can help with that." I answered. I knew she was physically drained, so it was time for me to get busy. I wrapped my arms around my sister and kissed her as I rolled us over, her on the bottom and I on top of her. My cock was still hard, and still buried in her pussy. Jessica laid there, mostly exhausted and limp. She did manage to spread her legs and raise her knees, giving me a better angle to pump my cock into her. I lifted myself up on my arms, as if doing a push-up over my sister. "I can't believe that you are still hard as a rock." Jessica said in amazement. "I can't believe that I'm fucking my sister." I replied with a chuckle. "I think we need to make up for lost time." Jessica said with the devilish look on her face. "I think that is a great idea." I replied as I began to push my cock in and out of her hot, wet, pussy. Jessica's pussy was a great fit for my cock. Snug, but not too tight. I could slide in and out of her, but there was enough friction to make it very pleasurable. "Your pussy fits my cock very well." I said as I looked down into her eyes. "When I'm this horny, it's not a pussy. It's my CUNT!" Jessica said, putting an exclamation on the word 'cunt'. "Now FUCK MY CUNT!" she demanded. Jessica drew her knees up higher, lifting her feet off the bed. This motion caused her hips to swivel, opening herself up to me even more. It was obvious she wanted a serious fucking and that is what I intended to give her. I hooked my arms under her legs and pushed them up over her shoulders, folding her in half. "If you want a hard fucking, I'll give you a hard fucking." I told her as I started thrusting my cock into her hard and deep. Jessica squealed in delight. "Oh YES! Oh YES!" I maintained a quick pace of thrusting and withdrawing my cock from her cunt. We both were breathing hard, grunting and groaning. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I muttered, timed with each thrust. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she replied in rhythm. I could feel the effects of a release of my endorphins, creating a sense of euphoria in my body. This was feeling soooo fucking good. We continued on for several minutes. Each thrust of my cock now was hitting bottom inside her. We both groaned each time I filled her cunt. "Uh, Uh, Uh." "Oh god! Oh God! OH GOD!" the pitch and loudness of Jessica's voice was rising. Her next orgasm would be soon. "Come on Jessica. Cum for me." I urged her on. "Cum with me Ryan." she replied. "I want to feel your hot cum flood my cunt." I leaned forward a bit more over Jessica. This increased the friction of my cock close to her clit. I went into overdrive pounding away inside her. Our orgasms were almost simultaneous. I felt my cock swell, my balls draw up, and I exploded just as she screamed out her own orgasm. I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and held it there. "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed as her body began to shake and her cunt clenched my cock. "FUCK!" I screamed as my cock began jetting big loads of my hot sticky cum deep inside her. She could feel my cum explosions in her vagina. "OH FUCK, RYAN! THAT'S...THAT'S..." and she couldn't finish the sentence as she had a loss of words. Jessica's hands gripped my shoulders. She locked her legs behind my ass. Her body shook in an intense orgasm, as her eyes rolled back in her head. I was sure she could feel my cum overflowing her cunt and sliding down over her anus. We stayed locked in this position for a minute, maybe two or three. It was an incredible sensation, maybe the most powerful orgasm that either of us had experienced. Finally she let go. Her body relaxed and she flopped her arms and legs on the bed. "Ryan. Incredible. I thought I was about to die and go to heaven." she said. "I'm still horny." I replied. This time I had the devilish look on my face. "What?? How??? Can't be!" she exclaimed. I pulled my still hard cock out of her cunt and backed up a bit. I took her leg, raised it and rolled her over onto her stomach. Taking a hold of her hips, I pulled them up and spread her knees. Her face was planted in the bed sheet. Her gaping cunt was very visible, as was my cum flowing out of it and making a big mess on my bed. We would clean that up later, I thought. "What are you doing?" she asked, almost fearfully. "I'm going to fuck you again." I replied in a calm voice as I positioned myself behind her cute ass and took hold of her hips with my hands. "I don't know if I can." She pleaded. "Let me show you that we can." I replied as I shoved my cock back into her cunt. "Oh God!" She screamed. By this point her pussy was loose, and incredibly wet from her fluids and loads of my cum. I had no problems shoving my cock in and out of her. I began fucking her from behind with reckless abandonment, slamming my cock into her sodden cunt. Her next orgasm hit almost immediately. He body was trembling. She buried her face into the mattress and kept up a continuous scream. I was concerned that I was pushing her too far. "Tell me when you want me to stop." I told her, with all sincerity. Jessica paused her screams long enough to reply. "No! Don't stop. Don't you stop. Fuck me Ryan! FUCK ME!" I was able to fuck her hard for another five minutes. Her body shook and she screamed the entire time, as she had one long continual orgasm. Then I had my second and final orgasm. I shoved my cock deep one last time and held it there as I again flooded her cunt with my hot cum. Load after load I jetted into her. "Oh FUCK!" I screamed as I held my position, gasping for air. "ARGH!" Jessica screamed in reply, her body still shaking. Then she collapsed as she passed out. I pulled out of her one final time and laid next to her, gently caressing her body. A few moments later Jessica regained consciousness. "Was I sleeping? Was I dreaming?" she asked, a bit confused. "Or was that all real? Did I pass out?" "Do you feel an ache between your legs?" I asked, so that she could answer her own questions. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. "It was real. You fucked me so hard I passed out!" "So I shouldn't do that again?" I asked, attempting to be facetious. "God no. I mean yes. You better do that again." She replied. "That was so fucking incredible. I never imagined that sex could feel like that. Not even close to that feeling. How were you able to do that?" "I've had some practice, and some wonderful lovers." I replied. "And I guess I have a rare talent that I can orgasm, and stay hard. A rare man that can be multi-orgasmic." Jessica suddenly realized the mess we had made in the bed, and how much cum was still leaking out of her pussy. She cupped her crotch to minimize any further leakage. "Oh brother. Forgive me for the mess I'm making." Jessica said as she hurriedly got off the bed. "I need to clean up." "Nothing to forgive. I think most of the mess is mine." I replied. "Use my bathroom if you like." She paused and looked about, as if considering her options. "I need a shower. I'll use my bath." she replied before quickly leaving the room. I rose and stripped the sheet off the bed. I intended to put fresh linens on the bed later. I too needed a shower, so I used my own bathroom. Jessica and I would talk later. \- - - - - About an hour later I was sitting at the breakfast table sipping some juice. I had taken a shower and dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. I was still thinking about the incredible sex that Jessica and I had shared. I wondered what this meant for the future of our relationship. Jessica walked in, sexy as ever in thong panties and a cropped top. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. I did notice that she had fixed her hair and put on some makeup. She really looked pretty. Just as she walked in, the timer on the oven dinged. I rose to pull breakfast out of the oven. "What are you cooking?" Jessica asked. "I made some Pigs-In-A-Blanket for our breakfast." I replied. "Want some juice or coffee with these?" "I remember mom making Pigs-In-A-Blanket for us." she replied. "Those will be perfect." "Some protein and some carbs to replace what we burned off earlier." I replied. Jessica stopped, possibly embarrassed at what we had done. "That sex was intense. The most intense sex I've ever had. And I've had a lot of sex." she admitted as she poured a glass of juice. "In the past 24 hours," I began, "the sex I had with Tiffany and then with you was fucking incredible. And it was more sex than all I've had since Lilly died. You enabled me to rejoin the swingers group. You have given me a second life." I paused a moment and then continued. "However, we do need to talk about our situation." Jessica sat with her juice and picked up a Pig-In-A-Blanket. "I'm sorry..." she started and I immediately cut her off. "No. Nothing to be sorry about." I began. "You initiated what we both have wanted for some time. It was fantastic sex. From my view, better than I ever dreamed it would be." "Me too." Jessica replied. "For me, the one, most important question is: Was that a one-time thing? or Will we do that again?" I said. "That's two questions." Jessica replied with a laugh. Then she got more serious. "Do you want it to happen again." "Abso-fucking-lutely!" I quickly replied. "Why wouldn't I want to? Don't you want to do it again?" "Yes, I do." She replied. "But what does this mean for you and me? Do we live together? Do I get my own place and we just fuck sometimes?" "I want you to live here, with me." I replied. I hadn't really thought through all the implications. "As brother and sister in separate bedrooms?" Jessica asked. "Or do we share a bedroom?" I could tell by the tone of her voice, and the expression on her face, that her thought process was ahead of mine. Obviously she had one or more concerns. "To be honest, I haven't really thought through all the details." I replied, my eagerness a bit tempered. "What are you thinking? What concerns do you have?" Jessica took a deep breath, carefully choosing her words. "Ryan, I really enjoy living with you, for many reasons." Jessica began. "I truly love you. You are a great person, you're fun to be with, you provide me a free place to stay. And now the sex is simply mind-blowing fantastic. I want to be with you. I want to have sex with you. But..." She paused at 'But'. There is always a 'But'. "But what?" I asked. "But I don't want this to become a husband and wife type of thing." She continued. "Of course we can't get married, but I also don't want to fall into that type of relationship. I want the freedom to have my own friends, go out sometimes and do my own thing, and more importantly, I want to sometimes have other lovers." There. She had said it. The thing that was important to her. "The Curtis thing." I remarked as I remembered what she had told me about why their relationship ended. "You wanted the freedom to have sex with other women, and he didn't want you to do that." "Yeah. Our relationship started to go downhill when I moved into his place, and more specifically, when I moved into his bedroom. At that point he thought I was agreeing to a monogamous relationship. I can't agree to that, and I think if we share a bedroom, you might think that is what we have." "The swinging sexual encounters don't really count as the freedom to have sex with others, on our own, because that would be something we do together. Am I right? You want the freedom to have sex with others when and where you want to do so." I filled in the obvious piece. "You understand, don't you?" Jessica said in a hopeful way. "Curtis never got that." "So let me see if I can propose something that is acceptable." I began. "Let's say you continue living here, as you have been doing. You keep your own room. You come and go as you like, when you like. We might go out together for dinner, or dancing, or a movie, if that is what both of us want. We would be like friends-with-benefits, no, siblings-with-benefits. You would be free to share my bed when you want. We would have sex with each other when we both want that. Or we might go out and enjoy another sex partner when we want. And we will continue to play with the members of the swingers group, adding another form of enjoyable sex to our lives. Does that about cover it?" "Yeah, something like that." she replied. "I know that guys tend to get possessive of your lovers, but I ask that you don't do that to me. Let me have my own freedom. I will repay you with some great loving, and great times playing with your group." I stood up and reached out my arms for her to stand and embrace me. "I love you, sister. I want to be a brother that loves you and allows you to have your freedom." I said with all earnestness. "Give me a hug and a kiss." Jessica practically jumped into my arms and kissed me. "I could never hope for a better brother." "I have a different sort of question, but it is obviously related." I began. "Would you want to bring another lover, such as Misty, here to our home? You are still seeing her, aren't you? And would you want me here, or should I disappear for a while?" "You know me well. Yes, I'm still seeing Misty." Jessica admitted. "Sex with her will never be as good as what we just had. But there is just something special about girl-girl sex that a guy will never be able to achieve. I can't expect you to understand it. I just ask that you accept it." "Yes, I can accept that." I replied. "I remember that night we first met Misty, and I know she is a wonderful, special person. I hope you feel comfortable enough to invite her to come here. You could invite her over to swim in the pool. Or possibly you two want to go to your bedroom and fuck each other's brains out. You can do that." We both had a good laugh about my choice of words. "You should know some things about Misty." Jessica began. "She's had a couple of horrible experiences with men, possessive men, and battering men. Now she only has sex with other women and likely will never have a date with a man, much less consider sex with a man. She is totally committed to the best girl-on-girl sex, and she is fucking fantastic at that." "Maybe she could teach me a thing or two about making love to a woman." I chuckled. "Good luck with that." Jessica said as she playfully slugged my arm and then walked out of the kitchen. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and then went looking for Jessica. I found her in the living room, looking at the collection of photos of all the couples that Lilly and I had sex with. I walked in and stood next to Jessica, looking at the photos. She turned to me. "You and Lilly had a lot of great sex with all these people, didn't you?" she asked. "Great sex, every time." I replied. Jessica took the photo of Vincent and Tiffany off the wall and flipped it over. "This one needs an update." Jessica said. I watch as she took a pen and first drew a line under the last date, the last time Lilly and I had sex with Vincent and Tiffany. Below the line Jessica wrote yesterday's date, for when she and I had sex with the couple. She looked up at me for approval, and I smiled back and nodded. "You know." Jessica began, "by the end of the year I think we need to add another date onto the back of each of these photos. Don't you think?" "Only one more date? Or can we add multiple dates for some couples?" I asked playfully. "You fucking better believe we will add multiple dates on the back of some of these." Jessica replied.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium Text: While setting up for a party, Jesse makes an amazing discovery. She decides to use it to teach Teresa a lesson. Teresa and Jesse had been decorating for a party. They didn't have a choice but to work together. Jesse had disliked Teresa for a long time. Teresa was pretty, but a whiner. Jesse wasn't so great in appearance. "Blow up the balloons," Teresa demanded Jesse. "Do it yourself. I'm making the cake." Replied Jesse. "It'll ruin my complexion!" cried Teresa. Jesse sighed, "You need to get over it. The party starts in an hour." Teresa had been bothering Jesse all day. Excuses, excuses were all she had heard. Since this wasn't either of the girls' apartment, Jesse looked around curiously. She wanted to do something to Teresa to give herself some amusement. She decided to take a break from fixing the cake up and look to see if there was anything she could do. Jesse walked into a somewhat abandoned-looking room with a lot of cleaning materials and such. At the back corner, she saw some kind of large tank. The label read, "Helium," There was also a long tube extending from the tank. Beside it, there was a silver platinum catsuit. Jesse, puzzled, walked toward where all this was. There was a photo album on the ground that she had toppled upon. She picked it up and began to look through it. It was her friend, the one the girls were throwing the party for, Christina, in all the photos. Jesse gasped as she looked through, seeing Christina in the catsuit with the helium tube in her mouth. There was also another girl turning the switch of the tank, blowing up Christina. This gave Jesse a great, devious idea to get back at Teresa. Without hesitation, she only took the catsuit. "Hey Teresa!" called Jesse. "What?" Teresa whined. "Look what I found!" Jesse showed her the silver, shiny catsuit. Teresa gasped in amazement. "Let me see!" exclaimed Teresa as she snatched it from Jesse, "I don't care whose this is, I'm wearing it for the party!" She got up and went to the bathroom to change. "Phase 1, complete," Jesse said to herself. Teresa came back with the catsuit on. It was extremely tight, but with her slim figure, she didn't look fat. Jesse was a bit jealous, but that would soon change. "Um, Teresa..." mumbled Jesse. "Yeah?" asked Teresa. It seemed as if Teresa was warming up to Jesse. She wasn't as rude as she used to be before. Jesse didn't care though, she was still a whiner, which bothered her a lot. She was going to go through with her plan. "Do you want to try something really cool?" Jesse asked. "Okay, sure," Teresa answered. "Okay. First, stand over there." Jesse pointed to an area with no items around. It was empty. "Okay..." Teresa obeyed, confused. "Stay there and don't move. You can't move. Also, close your eyes." Commanded Jesse. "Alright," Teresa replied. Teresa had never disliked Jesse, but she always knew Jesse was somewhat jealous of her. She thought maybe whatever Jesse was about to do might bring them closer together... she has no idea what's actually up Jesse's sleeve... or tube. Jesse came back into the room, carrying the helium tank, along with the tube attached. Teresa, still standing still, kept her eyes shut. Jesse went over to a table and saw a blindfold. She placed it over Teresa's eyes. "What's this for?" Teresa questioned. "You'll see," replied Jesse, "Don't worry, this'll be fun." Jesse brought the tank closer to Teresa. "Open your mouth," Jesse said, "I know this seems weird... and you'll feel a bit... light... but you'll enjoy this." Surprisingly, Teresa didn't ask anything. Obeying, she opened her mouth a bit. Jesse placed the tube (mouthpiece) in her mouth. "Now close," Jesse requested. Teresa obeyed. "Now the fun begins, heh heh heh," chuckled Jesse under her breath. Jesse began to turn the switch of the helium tank on. A hissing sound came from the tube. Teresa started to make sounds from her astonishment. She couldn't see it, but the helium was inflating her body. Her cheeks puffed up as the air filled her. Her chest began to grow large, like two big balls. She started to feel her stomach bloat outwards, as her back and butt did the same. Teresa started to make the noises again. She thought to herself, "Jesse is blowing me up like a big balloon! I can't get this hose out of my mouth either! Oh, I hope I don't pop!" Teresa was growing bigger and bigger. The catsuit was becoming ever so tight. With her body still expanding, Jesse laughed her head off. "The guests will sure get a 'bounce' out of this!" exclaimed Jesse. Teresa got more round, with her cheeks still puffed, her stomach blowing up. Her stomach was beginning to get so big, her arms went from her sides up to her ears. She resembled a large, silver ball. "So big," Teresa thought, "I'm still growing. I can't move at all! I'm going to pop!" As if reading Teresa's mind, Jesse said, "I won't let you pop. I have a better idea." Jesse walked over to Teresa, with a cork in her hand. She removed the tube from Teresa's mouth and quickly replaced it with the cork so no air would escape. Slowly, but noticeably, Teresa felt extremely light. She was so large and spherical, she couldn't see her feet. Even with the cork in her mouth, her cheeks were still puffed. Without warning, she felt even lighter. She was beginning to float! Her feet were no longer touching the ground. Instead, she floated towards the ceiling, bounced on it. The only thing she could move at all was her hands. She began to flap them as if she was swimming so she could try to move a bit. "So, how is it? Being a party balloon and all?" Jesse asked, laughing and proud of what she had accomplished. There was a knock on the door. Jesse went to answer it. All the guests had arrived at the same time. As they walked into the main room, they saw Teresa, ballooned, floating on the ceiling. "That's a really cute balloon, Jesse!" exclaimed a young girl. "Where's Teresa?" asked another girl. "Well," Jesse replied, "Let's just say she was full of hot air today,"

Title: Genetic Children-Log 04- Did you know your hand is wet? by Korm Tags: Character Development, Dream, Feline, Fingering, M/F, Pregnancy, Science, Story Progression, Story Series *Korm flew along the dusty road on the* BMW-F800S leaving a dusty trail behind him. The sun was just rising above the trees to his left and the cold wind was combing his hair. He had left at 5 o clock in the morning, locking the shelter up and stashing his laptop into a backpack he pushed the bike outside, mounted up and headed off towards Oondatta. After two hours of streaming along the road no one was following him as far as he could tell, so he decided that he could pick up the speed a little, which was where he was no, kicking up the speed and breezing along.  The 40km he had left to go gave him time to ponder the situation, from the video footage at his house he knew very little about the attacker. He knew that there were two men, he had only seen one but someone was driving the truck. He knew that the man spoke English and as the man was wearing a cap, he knew he was of a medium build with brown eyes, no visible tattoos or scars and he didn’t know the hair colour. He hoped that the Lab was doing better in their investigations.  He knew, as well, that they were after something on his computer, probably his research into genetic manipulation, combination and synthesisation. A flock of birds interrupted his thoughts, the murder of crows flew up off of the road and lazily dragged themselves around the sky in circles for a bit before taking off into the scrub. Birds, a magnificent animal, one that he would have loved to cross with a human. But alas, human and bird DNA were not compatible because the hollow bones that let birds fly, also made a human body too frail to be of any use, sure it would fly theoretically, but the wingspan required would be ridiculous with normal human bones, and if they too the birds hollow bones, a landing would most likely destroy the subject.  He had originally created a dog soldier because of the ease that a dog can be trained, if that trainability could be transferred to a human then they would be great soldiers. The Cat on the other hand was not easily trained, unless you knew what you were doing, but the stealth capabilities outweighed the training issues, which could always be overcome. Up ahead on the road Korm spotted a white concrete post embedded in the embankment, this was a marker telling him the he had only 15km left until he was on the highway, after travelling along the highway for 10km there was another turn off and then only 15km to the storage for the bike. The first storage was in the opposite direction, away from Oondatta to confuse any tails, so in the end instead of 60km to the Lab he had to travel just over 100km.  By the time he reached the second storage, the sun was creeping up to its apex, approaching the time that his body new was coming, lunch time. He pushed the bike into the second storage, and after locking up form the inside, he went downstairs and connected his laptop up. This storage was identical to the first in every way except one; this one had a link to the Lab, and underground rail system that extended almost 20km under the un-assuming, lonely terrain above. He punched in his code, opened the encrypted communication program and let the Director know that he was ready to come in. â€Arrived at second Pit, not followed, verify.†He Let them know he was there, he wasn’t followed and asked them to verify via satellite that he had no tails.  Korm pulled a ration pack from the backpack and chewed absently on the jerky, he had never liked military jerky it was so tasteless. But at least it was something. After a few minutes of protracted chewing a reply came to his terminal. â€VERIFIED, Proceed with arrival, CODE=4915.†\_ \_ *He shut his laptop, shoved it back into the bag, grabbed his rubbish and headed even further underground. Descending the stairs in the dark, he counted twenty-three. As his foot hit the landing at the bottom, he saw a train car with a keypad on the door. He walked to he pad and entered the code, the door hissed open and a voice told him the train would depart once he was seated. Korm sat down and began to relax. Even though it was 20km to the Lab, he had learned that it was always important, especially for someone who doesn’t sleep much, to grab as much sleep as they can even in odd places. Korm quickly settled to sleep.* \_ \_ *â€Korm?†It was the first time that the black feline, humanoid had spoken his name. Somehow it felt odd. All her previous communications had been exclusively in Latin or Eighth century English**or science terminology.* *â€Korm?†He moved his head left and right through the thick air it seemed as if he was moving in slow motion. Finally after several left and right sweeps, he saw her over to his right.* *He tried to speak but found, once again that he couldn’t but at least he could move. He moved his feet, left, right, left, right. Very slowly he was approaching her he longed to see her face. He had a feeling he had seen it before but it was always just outside his minds reach, he also knew that he KNEW her name, but he couldn’t summon it up.* *â€KORM!†This time she yelled as if in fear. He didn’t know what she was scared of and this stressed him he needed to protect her, the mother of his child, he had to keep her safe! He was getting closer still, he could make out the bulge of her stomach now, he could see the shine of her claws, the definition of her cat-paw feet. He could see her breasts, the nipples hard and standing in fear or excitement, he could see the curves on either side of her belly pointing the way through the cat fur into the orifice that would bring forth his child. Her pointed catty ears were direct forward, towards him as if listening for his words.* *He was within touching distance now, he raised his arm and stroked her ample belly going from top to bottom. He continued down dragging his hand through the fuzz around her nether regions, the danger that seemed so important seconds ago forgotten, not only for him, but for her as well.* *She bought her hand up as well and gripped his shaft that was already hard. Funny he thought he had been wearing clothes when the dream started.* *His right hand moved a little more south and then he plunged a finger forward into her moist depth, while his left hand moved to stroke her back.* *He could feel her motioning him forwards, trying to get him closer and he complied. Extracting his finger from her warm depths, she stopped rubbing his shaft and continued pulling his forwards while she kissed him deeply.* *Their tongues intertwined and he once again felt the erotically-unique texture of her feline tongue, but he still couldn’t see her face.* *He could feel the warm radiating out from her bathing his shaft. She was a female, of course she would be warmer when pregnant. They moved closer, millimetres at a time.* *The flow of time within the dream was slowing down it was taking forever to reach her. Her tongue had stopped moving within his mouth, and her hands had gone rigid on his chest.* *â€\_ABEO!†\_The latin word for away, she shoved his chest hard and he fell backwards landing on the ground that was surprisingly soft. When he hit the ground he blinked and she was gone.* \_ \_ **BEEP!** â€Please Depart the Train, do not leave anything on board as no items will be returned.†Korm rubbed a hand over his face and dropped it into his lap, his pants were tented, the dreams were starting to feel more real as well. It was as if she had actually been stroking his shaft. He put a hand into his pants and adjusted his cock so that it sat against his stomach, thus hiding his arousal. He rose from his seat, grabbed the backpack that contained his hard drives, laptop and other essentials and headed for the door. It hissed open and he was presented with the same access systems that existed on all entrances to the Lab, a double thumbprint scan, he scanned at station one and a door swung open. After entering the mag-locks engaged and he swiped his thumb a second time. He saw the camera watching him, verifying that it was indeed him and not just someone using his prints, or dismembered thumb. When he got inside, it didn’t surprise him to see two med.Tec guards waiting for him. On closer inspection one was Neil and the other was Nameless, ah his personal guards. Neil approached him as he walked up the darkened corridor. â€Nice to see you back Korm.†He extended his hand, which I shook.  â€Thanks, I guess it’s to the director’s office first then?†We both turned and headed towards Nameless.  â€Yes. He has requested that we take you to him immediately. Give your bag to Nameless and we will continue on, your bag will be delivered to your lab. Oh and did you know your hand is sticky?â€

Title: Meeting a Cross Dresser Ch. 02 Tags: cum swallowing, public, transgender, anal sex, blowjob, cum, panties, public sex Two weeks ago Sandy and I had spent a mind blowing night together. She had been a little distant since then so I was afraid. I was afraid we had gone too far too fast. I had been patient waiting for her to return two calls. I decided to make it three. Fuck it. I didn't really feel like I had anything to lose anymore. I called. She answered. I started shaking. "Hello." "Hi Sandy, it's Brianne." "Hi Brianne! It's nice to hear you." she responded. "Sorry I haven't called. I just finished some double shifts. I haven't been doing anything but sleeping and working". "Oh I see. I was worried that something happened to you." "Nope, I was hoping you could come over to watch our shows together. You have perfect timing if you're free tonight." she said. "Yes, I'd love to." Maybe I was worrying about nothing. I grabbed a sweatshirt to wear over my tank and yoga pants. My hair was back in a ponytail, makeup was good enough and my cock was tucked back letting my pants hide it completely. I drove there carefully because I was still shaking a bit. I stopped on the way for a bottle of merlot. I actually bought two bottles making sure one had a screw top. I needed something to sooth my nerves so I parked a house down from hers, positioning the car so she couldn't see me inside. I took a deep breath, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank. I sat for a moment and felt the wine take effect. I took another drink. Bottoms up! Not quite but at least half of the bottle was gone. It was nice. It helped. I grabbed three pieces of cinnamon gum and started chewing aggressively. I took a deep breath, grabbed the full bottle and went to the door. She greeted me wearing a white tank top, pink short shorts and her dark wig. She was beautiful with very subtle makeup. Her toenails shined from the light inside and I noticed her fingernails matched. She invited me in. She thanked me for the wine and poured two glasses. I followed her into the kitchen grateful that her house was warm. I hung my sweatshirt on a stool. She had a bolognese sauce on the stove and put ravioli into water when I got there. I was thankful. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. "It smells delicious." I commented. "Thanks. I started it this afternoon so we could share it. I was distracted so I forgot to call you earlier." she responded. She looked beautiful. Her voice was soothing and reassuring. The food smelled fantastic. My head was swimming from the wine. I melted for her. I completely forgot she hadn't called, texted or emailed in two weeks. My pain had disappeared completely when I saw her smiling back to me. All the problems from my life fell away when we were together. She walked over to me while I leaned back on her counter. She put her arms around me and we kissed. Everything was perfect. The timer went off and she dished up salad and the ravi and bolognese. I topped off our glasses and we sat at the table. I barely remembered to spit my gum in the garbage. We sat together on the same side to watch our TV series. Two episodes later we were finished and moved to the couch. The third episode finished and she turned to me. I had just turned to look at her. Our lips were close so I leaned in and waited. She would have to bridge the gap if she wanted it. Thankfully she did. She passionately kissed me. I returned her kiss. We made out. I pulled back and she came forth over me. She broke off and excused herself to use the bathroom. I refilled our wine glasses from another bottle she had. She came back to me from the bathroom, naked. She swung her hips. Her cock was tucked back so I just saw her neatly trimmed bush. She smiled as she sat next to me. She put her hand on my breast and teased my nipple through my top. "I feel overdressed." I told her. I stood up and she undressed me. My cock swung out after she pulled my pants and thong down. She pulled my tank top off and held a breast with her hand. A shiver went through me when she pinched the nipple. She rolled it in her fingers. It felt so good but I wanted more. I sat back next to her. She bent over me and licked my cock. I moaned, letting her know she was on the right track. She continued licking it, then engulfed the head. "Oh" I moaned. I stretched my legs and she slid her mouth down my cock. "Ohhh" I moaned again. Her mouth was warm and soft and slick. It had been nearly two weeks since I had cum, the last time we were together. Her tongue was magnificent. She licked my shaft again. I wanted to cum but she slowed down. She held back a bit longer before letting it happen. When she let me cum I shot my load like it was my first time. Two weeks worth of waiting ended in her mouth. It was one of those powerful orgasm where I felt the cum traveling from the base through my cock to the head before squirting out. I saw her jump at the first shot and settle back for the rest. She swallowed it and came up to kiss me. We shared another erotic kiss. I could taste my cum on her tongue. After we parted I saw there was a little remaining on her lip that I gently licked off. We laid on the couch together both naked still. She slid her butt back to me pressing it on my cock. I know she was trying to get my cock up again but it had only been a few minutes. She nestled back more and pulled a light blanket over us. A few minutes went by before she tried again. She turned her head to plant a soft kiss on my lips. Creating a space for her hand she reached down to hold my cock. I was hard in seconds. She aligned my cock with her hole and turned back to wait. She didn't try to get me in her. I pushed forward lightly to discover she had lubed before we laid on the couch. I pushed further and she moaned. I pushed again and felt my head slip in. She moaned much louder. She was too tight. My cock was squeezed but I pushed again slipping another inch in. She turned to look in my eyes. I waited for her hole to adjust. She had been the one to put my cock there. She had lubed before laying with me. She would have to work through it to adjust. I pushed my cock in until her cheeks pressed on me. I waited for her to feel accustomed to it. I pulled back and pressed in again. She was loosening but still tight. The next time she met my stroke by pushing back when I bottomed out. I pulled out to push in again. And again. This time she started grinding on me. I stayed still and she picked up her pace. She slid her ass down my shaft. Her cheeks rubbed on me when she bottomed and ground her hips. She built a rhythm while I kissed her neck. "Cum in me" she whispered. "I need to feel it." she increased her speed and I met her movements. Her ass was still tight as she moved back on me. I pushed in and felt my orgasm rising. She pulled away and stopped. I pushed forward, my cock entering her to its base. She moaned and I repeated the move. My orgasm was closer. I felt the pleasure starting in my legs, spreading to the rest of me. I increased the pace and her moans matched. My cum was ready and I pushed in one more time. I moaned and pulled her closer. My cum shot into her ass. My cock throbbed in her reminding me her ass was still really tight. She pulled off to use the bathroom. She came back with a damp cloth to clean me. She wiped my cock and then took it in her mouth. She worked my soft cock with her tongue. I saw that her cock was still erect. In the past she didn't want me to give it any attention even though I had. I asked her to lay down so I could work on her. She did and I straddled her. Our cocks touched and my breasts hung down on her chest when I leaned down to kiss her. I moved down to tease her nipples. I took one in my mouth using my tongue to play with it. She responded so I teased more aggressively by biting it. I moved to the other and teased it until it was hard. I kept playing with them as I slid further down her. I reached her cock. I licked her precum from the tip. She moaned approval so I took it further. I licked down her cock to her balls. I teased them before taking each in my mouth. I licked back to the head and wrapped my lips around it. The familiar taste of precum was welcome. I sucked her cock in my mouth taking her in to the base. My nose buried in her bush. Her cock filling my mouth. Her soft feminine scent filling my nose. I held her balls in my hand while sliding my mouth back up her cock. I got to the tip, swirled my tongue around the head before taking her in again. I repeated this and could tell she was close. I was anxious to taste her cum. It would be my first of her. I took her in again giving extra attention with my tongue. Her cock swelled and she pushed her cock towards me. She came in my mouth. It flowed quickly and filled my mouth. I was delighted that she let me get her off. I milked her to get as much as I could. I swallowed before moving up to lay next to her. She relaxed and I could see her satisfaction on her face. She climbed over me to stand up and lead me to her bedroom. It was the first time I had been in it. We fell asleep quickly sleeping well into the morning. When I woke Sandy was wearing a black bra with her forms, a matching black thong and her darkest wig. She was straddling me while rubbing my cock. It hardened quickly bringing her to smile her appreciation. She scooted up me enough to get my cock between her cheeks. She pulled her panties to the side, lining her hole up with my cock. She let herself sink down onto my cock. It slid into her tight asshole. She pulled her legs forward a bit so she had as much in as possible. I could see it was testing her. Her expression showed pleasure mixed with pain. Slowly her pain was subsiding and she started to ride me. I grabbed her cock and rubbed it in time with her movements. She moved faster leaning her head back. Her ass held my cock perfectly as she rode it. Her rhythm was bringing me close to cumming. I was able to use her precum to lubricate her cock. I pressed the front of it with my thumb. She moaned and I did it again. I was on the edge and felt she was close too. I ran my thumb down her cock again. I watched it swell and her cum shot over my chest. I couldn't hold back. I shot cum into her ass. She milked my cock with her ass while my orgasm subsided. Spent, she rested her body on me while recovering. We showered and put on our makeup, got dressed and headed out for brunch. Sandy let me borrow a dress and shoes. We had a wonderful meal and got a little shopping in. We each purchased new sets of bras and panties, a few dresses and another pair of boots. We got back to her SUV and put our bags in the back. We climbed in the front. Before driving away she leaned to me and we kissed. Her tongue driving me crazy, her lips warm against mine. "Recline your seat" she commanded. I complied knowing something good was going to come of it. She lifted my dress and I helped pull my thong down. She engulfed my cock in one rewarding move. She pulled my dress down to cover her head. Luckily it was a stretchy lycra dress. I watched her head stretch the dress taught as she lifted off me. I watched it shrink back as she took more cock back in her mouth. I was nervous someone would walk by. Her actions were obvious if anybody looked over. She was working my cock well. Her tongue was hitting the right spot and I was going to cum quickly. I came and she collected it all before pulling her head from my dress. She sat back in the driver's seat. I pulled my panties up and straightened my dress before she drove us home. We made plans to get together again next weekend. We said goodbye with a soft kiss. I'm hoping she will have a chance to meet for lunch during the week.

Title: Utopolis 1 by 6-Wing Dragon Tags: Horse, Incest, M/M, Oral The city lay in ruins, as impossible as it seemed. An ocean of flames consumed the land where the metropolis once stood...but how could this be? It boasted as the perfect city, the perfect defense, and the perfect society, impregnable in all respects...lo, there stood a figure! His silhouette magnified by the hellish inferno, a menacing physique, indeed. A large, billowing cloak, broad shoulders, a long, flowing mane of arcane moonlight silver reflecting the crimson and ochre flame, clutched at his right a malicious scythe that Death itself would fear. He glances over his shoulder, terrifying, piercing eyes of bloody gold and topaz stare over a high collar. A face is seen, but it cannot be! Staring into a mirror, and only the darkest shadow glares back... "NO!!!" came a scream to the empty bedroom, accompanied by feverish panting and gasping, cold sweat drenches the bed sheets. In a panicked dash he - Gus - bound to the window, the curtain drawn and blocking an ill omen of a fiery light. The shudders burst open to expose the outside upon which a gust of brisk morning air cordiality greeted, showing that the city was still intact and boasting a wild flower sunrise peaking over the horizon. He let out a sigh like a worried parent might after finding a lost child, dropping to his knees and resting his elbows upon the windowsill, then flipping about to sit on his bum, one leg bent up at his chest and the other resting on the ground. "Thank the gods, thank the gods, thank the gods," he chanted for a few seconds, regaining his breath and regulated blood pressure. He sighed again, this one much smaller, refreshed by the breeze from the window that passed over his sweat-covered body, feeling a chill up and down his powerfully built physique. His eyes rested upon the mirror opposite said window, reflecting a body to be proud of - this one not depicting previous demonic imagery. 6'7" in height and built like a Clydesdale brick house, silky tan fur with a white 'glove' for each 3-digit hoof, smooth charcoal knuckles as opposed to crystalline pewter (like in the nightmare). A milk chocolate mane that falls to his pertinent nipples down a side of his long, white-lined snout accessorized with deep, ocean blue, narrow eyes - the ones that are commonly known as "Bedroom Eyes". His broad, muscled chest sported a slightly lighter shade, tracing over a narrowing torso to end under his crotch (hanging from which a common-place, dark-colored horse endowment, at full size but lacking in erectness - he commonly sleeps in the buff). He smiled at the reflection, his normal colors, and not the black fur and silver mane like the one in his dream. He grunted and rose from his seat, his braided tail falling behind him and swaying in his step from the window to the bathroom door, needing a shower after his terrifying nightmare. He had slightly larger than normal washing accommodations, a perk of the High Council since no one in the entire city can keep track of the literature of the Grand Library like he, the royal librarian, can. Having arisen earlier than he normally would on a workday like today, he found himself with a full hour in which to waste - a few thoughts went through his mind. A bountiful cone of steaming hot water cascaded over the stallion's pelt, matting the fur in but a few seconds as he swept his hooves over his body. With a careful touch he reached behind and began undoing the braid of his tail, so it would not grow mildew. The base of his tail perked a bit, making it easier for him to untie the long hairs growing from the extended flesh at the end of his spine. The final tresses soaked in the water, one hoof lifting the tail up as the other felt about a red and swollen anus, making him wince at the tender flesh. It had always been painful to touch, ever since that night 12 years ago... \~ An exuberant teenager named Gus, a fledging into puberty, travels with his older brother, Brady. They'd gotten notice to evacuate from their village before the swarm of evil shadow beasts could devour them, and to flee to the city-state of Utopolis, the last known Sanctuary to stand against the rising demonic menace. It was when they were traveling through the Grotte de la Démence - a remote jungle rich with fungi whose spores have notoriety to bring out the deepest instincts and most vile of desires - that they had feasted upon mushrooms due to their dwindling supply of rations. Night fell, and they both felt themselves dizzied, unfocused, and hearing their own voices speak to them. The humidity was certainly something they were not used too, since being from the Highlands way up north they only donned their kilts and no armor. Throughout the day Gus found himself staring longingly at his brother, his eyes dancing across the dark chocolate pelt his brother boasted, how each muscle appeared sculpted and pieced by master artisans. His thoughts were filled with images he didn't know were possible, and concepts completely foreign; he'd accidentally seen his brother mount a mare before, but instead his memories shown himself in the female's place. There they sat next to the campfire, at wit's end after just a day in the hellish grotto. Gus fidgeted and twitched, Brady remaining completely calm, almost dazed. The colt panted softly, trying everything he could not to stare at his brother, but the insanity from the mushrooms gave him no peace; erotic images dancing like malicious imps about his imagination. Gus could stand it no more, and as if his mind snapped he tore off his own kilt and lunged into his brother's lap, pulling the plaid cloth away and grabbing hold of the elder's thick package, shoving the tip into his maw and suckling it hungrily. Brady gasped in surprise, leaning back then panting heavily; the last strand of sanity he clutched was cut lustfully as his hoof set on his brother's head and rubbed over his neck, his shaft hardening in the young, hot muzzle. Gus cradled the heavy orbs and swallowed the plump, ebony cock, bobbing his maw over the hot throbbing pillar of meat. Not long after the initial assault, Brady sprayed a thick rope of pent up cream into the colt's virgin throat, quickly spilling from his lips and over his own ballsac. Gus's eyes shot open the instant his brother's seed hit his tongue, like the 'shroom-induced madness was whisked away darkness in the presence of a flash of light. He began to gag, no longer drowned in lust but now drowning of hot seed from his brother - whom had no intentions of stopping. Gus whimpered as he quickly remembered what he provoked, beginning to cry as his brother's shaft plunged into his throat, filling his stomach with thick cream. Brady released his hoof, the colt pulling off and gasping as he gulped down the remaining cum, his muzzle and lips covered in the essence of his brother. "Brady...!" whined Gus as he backed off, his elder brother soon crawling over to him, his cock still rigid and throbbing, a dangerous lusty look in his eyes as he glared over poor Gus. The colt whimpered and spun to escape, only to trip and land face down, unknowingly presenting himself to the sex-maddened stallion behind him; Gus attempted to escape again, but felt a strong hoof grab his ankle. He looked mortified over his shoulder, quivering as Brady crawled over his brother, straddling his hips and parting his virgin rump cheeks. "Brady..." pleaded Gus, sniffing softly in vain as his older brother gave his cries no acknowledgment, only lifting his back end up higher and pushing the bulbous head of his merciless cock against the virgin anus. Gus gasped as tears beaded at the corners of his eyes, biting his lower lip and clenching the ground, bracing himself as best he could, "Please...don't..." he whimpered once more, but his begging fell on deaf ears... \~ The memory of that night always haunted him, and the sore anus didn't help to relieve the travesty. It felt like it wasn't the act that was so horrible, but their deathly silence that infected the next 2 days when they tried so fervently to look at each other. Eventually they talked over what happened, and forgave each other for what they did, but Gus could never forget...that is to say, his ass would never let him forget. Over the 12 years his wounds healed to some degree, but it was always unbearable whenever he sat for too long, or excreted too bountifully. The same chain of thoughts passed his mind when his anal rim ached, feeling the seed of his brother pass through his body, flushing it out later that night; it always ended with an attempt to think of something happier, like getting ready for the day ahead. He stood before his standing mirror after drying off, combing his main and tying it back, slipping on his pants and tunic, tying the shawl around his shoulders and grabbing the cane that acted as a symbol of his position. Out the door and down the steps, greeting the normal assortment of passerby and food cart curators, flipping 3 silver coins to the fruit seller for 3 apples as breakfast. When he reached the steps of the royal library he tossed the core of the last apple into his maw and licked his hooves clean (quickly drying them on the shawl) before opening the magically-locked doors with his cane. He was rather surprised by the sheer lack of patrons, but merely thought it linked with the new projects popping up around the city; such days made it relaxing and easy to properly organize the library. At the book checkout desk he discarded his shawl and cane into a safe keeping place, revealing the navy blue vest and white blouse he wore underneath. He grabbed a nearby cart and loaded it with the returns, setting off for his normal routine with a soft smile and a gentle song. "The Chieftain War...Growing Corn...The Life of Bartholomew the Majestic..." Gus listed to himself, carting books to their destinations one by one, but finding a bit of a snag when the place for the final returned book was high above his head; the ladder was over by 'D', and there he was in 'V'. He sighed and contemplated spending the time to do a task safely and properly, then figured that the book cart was stable enough to hold his weight. With great care, he stepped from one height of the cart to the other, standing up on the 3 foot wheeled implement, but lamenting that the shelf he needed was still another 2' above. He contemplated hopping down from the cart and spending the time to do a task safely and properly, then figured he could reach high enough to put the book in its place. He tilted his hind hoofs to their tips, reaching up and grabbing a shelf to stable him, then stretching the literature-laden arm to poke the book into its slot. Success! With a nudge of his finger the last return was right where it should be; as he gave a soft sigh of accomplishment his hind hoof slipped on the top of the cart and caused him to lose his footing. In a panic he grabbed onto a shelf with both fore hooves and curled up a bit, sitting his hind hooves on a lower shelf so he wouldn't fall. His ears erected when he heard the cart ram into the bookcase behind him, and on impulse he jumped the gap between bookcases he knew he couldn't reach across, in hopes to add needed weight to keep one from toppling over. Despite his good intentions he caused the one he was on earlier to tilt from the force of his jump, triggering a devastating domino reaction. His face buried into the bookshelf he clung to, the stallion dared not glance over his shoulder at the assumed catastrophe following the pandemonium of over 2 dozen toppled bookcases, each roughly the size of the broad side of a barn. A discontented groan escaped his lips, meticulously stepping from the shelf with the utmost care. Sighing heavily, he treaded in disbelief to the aisle off to the side, his face pale and head hung. "This'll take days to fix..." he grumbled, falling to his knees and wishing he could sink into the floor and disappear. The corner of his eye caught the ladder sticking out from the wreckage, sighing heavily again. He shook his head, knowing full well sulking won't get the job done; so he sat himself down and crossed his arms as he tried to recall the inventory. Eyes shut as he delved into his memory banks, pulling out names and titles from A-Z, tapping his hoof knuckles against his arms whilst he pictured where each book went on which shelf in which bookcase. A quarter hour went by in deep thought before he stood again, dusting himself off and glaring on towards his problem with a fiery eye, ready to fix his problem, only to find that there was no problem to fix. Every case, every shelf, every book placed in perfect order, like they never fell. He could only look on in disbelief, soon questioning his own sanity. "That's...not possible..." he muttered quietly to the silent library, walking over to the cart, and placing a wavering hoof on the case next to it, feeling the sturdy wood. His eyes scanned the titles and each one in the place exactly as he remembered it. "Maybe I'm coming down with something..." he pondered softly to himself, so sure that there was a calamity despite the overpowering evidence that there wasn't. In haste he returned to his desk, stowing the cart and plopping into his chair, staring at the bookcases, as if expecting a cruel 'Gotcha!' to pop out at any moment. Hours of paperwork passed and nothing out of the ordinary occurred, much to Gus's mixed feeling of relief and suspicion. The library remained quiet as a cemetery, and as Gus looked up to the stain glass depicting an accurate timetable of the day, he found that the shadow of the sundial fitted into the window was pointed at lunchtime; before he dismissed it for more time to work his stomach growled a rather persuasive rebuttal. He chuckled and patted his belly, standing from his desk, wincing as his tailhole recalled its soreness. He grumbled and rubbed his rump some; sighing and glancing up he found a well-dressed feline standing behind the desk, a book in his paw. Gus mentally reeled back at the startling figure before him, but kept visibly calm as he smiled cordially, "Hello sir, how may I help you?" he politely inquired, sitting back down and hiding the sudden discomfort from sitting on his sore rump. The librarian scanned over the patron with hidden cynicism; Utopolis boasted its defenses for at carnivorous denizens, keeping the "prey" inside and sanctified. The daemonic menace terrorizing the landscape beyond the safety of the city-state walls had horrifying effects on the predatory individuals (tigers, wolves, sharks, etc.), primarily it drove them insane with Bloodlust, slaughtering and viciously devouring anything besides other meat eaters. Those that were infected with the Bloodlust were kept in the concentration camps just outside the city, making for further defenses against the evil shadows that lurked outside. However, a few of the "Carnies" (that were marked "Tamed", such as small cats, dolphins - and in some cases - bears) were given amnesty, but they could only eat fish and foul, and took residence in slums on the inner edge of the city-state. Gus knew plenty the political status of cats, and the fact that before him stood a black-furred feline in noble's clothes was indeed suspicious. "You've helped me plenty, honored overseer of the royal literature," beamed the cat, "I've indulged many an hour reading and rereading this spellbinding book, and felt it only fitting to return such marvelous prose in person." Having said that, he set the book upon the desk and shown the horse another charming cat-like smile, rows of small fangs glinting beneath a lax array of whiskers. Gus wished nothing more than to distance himself as far from this cat as possible, yet whether through the restraint of social graces or the feline's enigmatical magnetism, he simply couldn't. Luckily enough, the cat turned to leave, and Gus realized that another book sat away from its proper spot. Once again the library fell silent, leaving the stallion alone to replace the askew literature, and then have himself a bit of lunch afterwards. Upon reaching the designated case it became evident that the shelf lay high above his head. His ears perked, smirking to himself, and couldn't believe the turn of events that allowed him to correct his mistake so soon. In a manner of minutes he was up and down the ladder, book in place, and everything as it should be. Setting hoof into the aisle his ears perked again, hearing the suspicious creaking of a teetering bookcase, then a frightening familiar sound of crashing books and shelves. Gus spun around and stared dumbfounded at the calamity before him, 2 dozen bookcases lay like an array of fallen dominos. His aghast brow soon furrowed as he became indignant, quickly suspecting some plot against him after thinking this predicament through. The bookcases weighed 700lbs each, and were 3' thick at least; he couldn't push one over even if he wanted to. He scratched his chin, raised a brow, and seriously questioned how he even toppled the bookcases the first time. Both brows raised, a looking of curiosity filling his eyes as he thought back to how this was the first time; he smiled, sitting down and closing his eyes, crossing his arms and delving once more into his deep thoughts. He began with A and didn't stop until he got to G, opening his eyes to find that - as he suspected - books and cases were arranging themselves as he mentally called them off. Standing with pride and hooves on his hips he ran quicker down the list, watching with a smile and a hint of boyish giddiness as Z placed its last book. Air whisked under his step as he strutted back to his desk, humming delightfully to himself; and with a sudden dose of reality he wondered how he was able to do this. He'd never taken lessons in magic, in fact it was forbidden to use anything other than healing spells (which were only permissible to doctors and priests); whatever he'd just done should never be known to anyone but himself. "Impressive," said an ominous voice from behind. Gus jumped out of his skin and spun around lightning fast, clutching his desk as he came face to face with the noble feline from before. "I saw the whole thing and I must say, you're quite the magician," beamed the cat, nodding over his shoulder to the bookcases, "Do tell, what ever did you do?" Gus could only stare in silence, voicing only with an "Uhh..." "No, I didn't think so," laughed the cat, patting the horse on the shoulder. When they touched, Gus felt a dark, foreboding shadow loom over him, yet it stood like the shade of a tree in an intense heat; he immediately suspected that this cat wasn't entirely truthful. He narrowed his eyes and stared into the golden irises beyond black fur. "You're not a Tamed," stated Gus, "you're a Carnie." The cat smiled, though not the same magnetic grin from before. "I began to worry you didn't know your own Blood," replied the stranger. Gus became scared, and then swatting the paw away from his shoulder as he switched to being indignant, "I am not a cat, and I'm certainly not a carnivore!" he snarled. The cat smirked again, "I agree with the former, the latter I'll let you find out for yourself; but I don't speak of that..." What the ebony stranger spoke next was a language that had been forgotten for a millennium, yet Gus could understand every word perfectly, "...You are an Arc Blood." Gus felt his body fall into an eternal void, yet stood on firm ground; enveloped in darkness that stretched beyond space, time, and probability, yet surrounded by innumerable arcane runes and circles. In 1 billionth of 1 billionth of a blink of an eye, Gus returned to the library, standing right where he was, and not a single thing had changed...save for one less mysterious stranger. He fell to his knees and panted profusely, gulping and quivering as he remembered the image he saw: the mysterious patron stood with him in the darkness, except he stood as a lion with black fur and a silver mane, cloaked in a dark billowing cloak. He felt a pang of shock shoot through his heart, like he'd seen someone so similar before...but something blocked that memory. A shake of his head and rising to his hind hooves, he brushed off his pants and held his head, trying to make sense of what just happened. Something caught his attention as he stood, swishing his tail and bending his legs a bit. His brows raised to his ears, looking over his shoulder and feeling his rump to find that it was no longer sore. Quick steps brought him to the libraries restroom, turning his back to the mirror above the sink and undoing the fastening of his pants, bringing the down just far enough to see beneath his tail. He gasped, lifting his haunches a bit more and brushing his tail to the side, finding that his once red, swollen anus had returned to the color it had been before that night 12 years ago. He felt he could cry with happiness, rubbing a hoof digit across the puckered flesh, and only feeling a tiny tingle up his spine as opposed to the bolt of pain whenever it was touched. What shed the tear, however, was the revelation that he could finally look his brother in the eyes for the first time in a dozen years. He pulled his pants back up and fastened them, feeling his soul finally know delight after so long; he gazed back at himself through the mirror, planning to sport his kilt, and visit his brother's pub that very night. The day couldn't go quick enough, but after lunch more patrons finally showed up, and as the sun began to set Gus practically jumped from his desk and closed the library up nice and secure. With every fiber of social graces and restraint he walked at normal pace back to his abode, but the instant he walked in the door he threw his clothes from his body and bound to his closet, foraging through his wardrobe to find his casual kilt, grinning wide as he slid it on, fastening the sash and sporran. As a final touch he set the beret upon his head, and walked out the door, shirtless and without pants. Trotting down the lamp-lit street he came upon his brother's modest pub, "The Jolly Dragon" (named because dragons being thought mythical, and because Brady lost a bet). He breathed deep, swelling his chest and smiling wide, taking the step into the door. Inside it was Highland Night, a time when all those that fled the Highlands came together in their plaids and celebrated having made such a proud life in Utopolis. Rams and sheep, horses and mares, goats and ewes, all congregated in Brady's pub and dressed like Gus. With a smile the cream colored stallion sat quietly at the bar, soon approached by an unknowing older brother. Gus peaked up through his mane, smiling as he saw how good the years have been to his brother, he hardly looked different. "What'll it be?" asked the bartender with a cordial smile. Gus looked up to his brother's eyes, smiling warmly as Brady quickly realized who sat before him. "Gus...?" His mouth hung open, then curled into a teary smile. He walked from behind the bar and stood next to the stool as Gus arose from his seat. Brady looked over his shy brother, unable to say anything, so summing up his entire reaction with a great, big, brotherly hug. Gus embraced his brother in return, not speaking a word between them, simply holding one another. After a short while of gentle sniffling and hugging, Brady finally broke the embrace and faced his pub, introducing his younger brother. The night went on merrily, Gus meeting with the circle of friends Brady had accumulated, his sister-in-law, nephews and niece. Hours went by far too quickly, finally as tomorrow came Gus bid his friends and family a good night, promising not to be a stranger. The walk through a warm-aired night felt like a garden stroll, Gus staring up at the menagerie of stars far above his head, feeling as if everything was right with the world. He padded through the street with a wandering mind, bathed in soft golden glow of the lamps. He stopped and decided to stand and enjoy the gentle breeze whisking across his pelt and through his mane; soon his repose was broken when the lamp above him spontaneously went out. He stared up at the unlit lamp, soon noticing that there was more light before him then behind; glancing over his shoulder told him that every lamp on his path was dark. Decision made, he started for home. The next lamp he stepped beneath went out as sudden as the first, giving Gus an uncomfortable spinal chill. His pace quickened, yet the darkness from the lamps continued on before him, leaving the streets with only starlight to illuminate. Gus glanced about, the buildings cold and ghostlike; one lamp sparked to life immediately above him, all around enveloped in darkness. "You still don't know your own Blood..." bled from the ebony air, sounding ominously familiar. The mustang spun around, trying to find the origin of this eerie voice, then finding a silver-crowned shadow with haunting golden eyes; the light of the lamp bursting in blinding radiance. "Wake up!"

Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Riley was a young woman whose life was seemingly defined by "a little more." Compared to other redheads her hair was a little more red and she had a little more freckles. She was a little taller, had a little more muscle, and at the same time a little more padding, usually where it mattered but often where it didn't. When not working or studying she ate a little more, not out of greed or gluttony, but simply as her nature. Attributing malice to it would be akin to attributing malice to a hunting bird or the tides.So it was, ultimately, only natural and to be expected that she would eventually find herself at a party in a sorority house, itself home to certain excesses."So." Riley dropped onto the couch, putting her arms up on the sides and crossing her legs. "What's it take to join Kappa Sigma Chi?"Claire gestured. "Well, we did have our own special hazing ritual, but we had to stop after we lost our last house, so we've gone back to binge drinking.""That's fine. Binge drinking never hurt anyone.""Right, sure. So, what'll you have? There's everclear, wine coolers, a few kegs...""Do you have any stout?"Claire thought for a second before turning to one of the other young women. "Do we?"She shrugged. "I'unno. There's probably a ton in that fridge downstairs. We won it in a contest but nobody bothered drinking it.""Go check."Riley relaxed, waiting patiently for a few moments. The young woman returned with two twelve packs in hand, and there was the clanking of glass as she set the cardboard packages roughly on the table beside her. Riley removed one of the bottles, turning it over in her hand to inspect the label. "Good."Claire said, "let me get you a bottle op-" She was cut short by a pop and the fizz of escaping gas as Riley casually wrenched the top off with her bare hand and raised the bottle to her lips. To say she drank it would understate the sheer speed at which the liquid poured down her throat, and to say she chugged it would indicate a certain gracelessness to the gesture. As it stood, she drained the beer down her throat in a matter of seconds, replacing it in the package. "Or you could do that.""Keep 'em coming," she said, removing a second."There's twenty-four bottles here.""I know, keep 'em coming."She looked over at Claire, who shrugged helplessly, before turning and leaving again.Riley drank in a steady rhythm, bottles of beer sliding down her throat one after another with no sign of hesitation. Bit by bit her trim stomach began to show the results of her binge, pushing her shirt outward. By the time the first package was finished she had a soft, round gut poking out from beneath the hem of her clothes, a band of flesh with a navel sunk into it. She reached down, unbuttoning her jeans, letting her belly force the zipper open in its search for room.Claire's friend appeared again, dropping off two more packages on the table. Riley removed another bottle, cracking it open as the girl stared. As she tilted it up their eyes met, and the girl looked away, taking the empties with her. Shrugging, she resumed drinking.As time wore on and more bottles were drained, Riley's gut became more pronounced as it filled with stout. Casually slumped on the couch as she was, it spilled between her legs as it grew larger, filling her lap more and more. This did not escape the notice of other party-goers, some of whom tried their best to gawk at her without looking like they were. By the time she was finishing the fourth twelve-pack newcomers were asking others if she was pregnant. She certainly looked it to the untrained eye, but her belly was softer and more teardrop-shaped.As Riley replaced the last bottle, Claire entered the room, stopping dead in her tracks upon seeing the swollen newcomer. "Are... are you okay?""Yeah, I'm..." Riley frowned, pressing both hands against the sides of her stomach. Her belly churned and gurgled, swelling outward as the stout inside of her fizzed and bubbled, rapidly taking up the entirety of her lap. Her skin seemed to ripple and vibrate, and just as Claire began to fear that she would burst, Riley opened her mouth and let out a long, ear-splitting belch, her stomach shrinking down almost, but not quite, to its previous size. The ambient noise in the sorority lowered as its inhabitants went quiet in stunned silence, picking up their conversations again after a few seconds. "I'm fine.""You don't feel... sick or anything, do you?"She thought for a second. "Got a little bit of a buzz. So, am I in?""Uh... yeah, sure.""Great." She raised her legs and, with a grunt, turned and laid down on the couch, her bloated belly looming over her body. "I'm just going to crash here for the night." She put her hands behind her head, glanced over at Claire and did a double take, her eyes following another young woman as she wheeled a keg past. "Hold it," she said, pointing. "Are you going to finish that?"

Don’t Make This Weird “What’s it like?” Zoey asked abruptly, her fingers clicking wildly on the controller. Darya looked up from her book, “What’s what like?” Zoey cussed as the game screen flashed a bright blue white. She tossed the controller aside and snapped off the old console with an aggravated smack. “You know, being a mermaid and all.” Darya’s head sagged back onto the pillow, “You promised you wouldn’t make this weird!” “I’m sorry, I’m just so curious. I mean, how often do you get to have a professional mermaid for a roommate!” Zoey bounced up on the bed. “It’s not that interesting, I promise you. Mostly it’s just people wanting to ogle your tits.” “Yeah, I know, but you have nice tits.” Zoey made a crude gesture as if grabbing at her roomie’s breasts and squeezing them. Darya blushed, her dusky cheeks only imperceptibly flushing and muttered something unintelligible. Zoey pressed a bit more, “Aww, come on, what’s it like swimming with a tail and all?” “You just learn how to do it. It’s just a silicone tail, nothing fancy.” “Can I see it? How come you never bring it here? Is it pretty?” “It’s safer at work in my locker. Besides it’s big and it’s heavy. I think it’s pretty, yes.” Darya picked her book back up and decided she was done with this conversation. Zoey sat a moment, wondering why her friend was so reluctant to talk about her job, but she shrugged and wandered off to the kitchen to make some dinner. She’d always wanted to be a mermaid, but her figure wasn’t generous enough to get the job at the little mermaid themed titty bar. She debated if she could sneak in for a show. She was dying to see what her friend looked like in a tail, her dusky skin offset by bright colors, swimming around among coral and fancy fishes. *** *** *** Darya slipped out of her dorm. It was already getting late. She needed to get to the club. She hated lying to her roommate about things, but it was just too complicated to explain. Ducking down a side street she made her way to the neon flashing sign. The Drunken Mermaid was the local town strip club, but it was sea themed. They promised mermaids and all the outfits of the dancers were chosen to bring up something of a nautical theme. If only they knew the truth. “You’re late.” Carl remarked as she entered the club’s back door. Darya winced, “Sorry Carl, I was studying for a test.” Carl just sniffed and waved her into the back. Darya darted up the back steps to a small room. She fished out the key from her purse and unlocked the tiny room that was the only access to the tank. Thanks to her job as one of the resident mermaids, she had privacy that other girls didn’t have. The room was small, with a metal floor. Several hooks held various sea themed bikini tops, not that they were encouraged, while two big silicone tails leaned against the back wall, the outfits of her coworkers. Not that she ever saw much of her two fellow mermaid girls. They were both nice, they’d met during her initial tryout, but since then they’d mostly worked separate shifts. This was in part due to Darya’s refusal to do girl on girl shows in the tank. Her boss wasn’t happy about that, but relented in favor of a big tit mermaid who worked for a reasonable rate. She probably made less than some of the dancers, but she’d never been graceful enough on two legs to master their gyrations around the pole. The water was her home. A third tail, this one cheap rubber and far less impressive than the one she would be sporting was resting in a corner. It was her way of pretending. She’d gotten one that looked somewhat similar, just enough to keep people from asking questions. She flipped open the lid to the tank, revealing a small ladder down into a hidden alcove with a dome of air over it. There were small pumps to push bubbles into the tank, and hidden hoses in some of the rocks to allow the other girls to breathe every minute or two while doing their show. Darya ignored all of it. She locked the door and set her purse down. Kicking off her shoes, and shaking herself out of her jeans. The plain t-shirt and bra followed into a pile in the corner, away from where the water might get them. Rubbing her breasts gently, she enjoyed the feel of the cool air upon her nipples, but it would be nothing compared to the sensations that would follow. Checking the clock, she slowly eased herself onto a seated position at the top of the ladder. *** *** *** Darya shivered as her toe dipped into the water. Like an electric current the salt water tank welcomed her. Within moments she could feel herself responding to the call of the sea once more. The deep longing. She’d always had trouble putting the sensation into words, it was just too perfect a few moments of electrifying bliss as her feet exploded outwards into her gorgeous flukes, and twin lines of iridescent fins erupted from her legs stretching from her hips down to what had been her calves. It only took moments for her legs to merge from her crotch to her heels, just in time for her scales to cascade downward from her hips in a crosshatching pattern that lay over her skin like a glittering suit of medieval armor, if that armor were made of polished turquoise and amethyst gems. Lastly, her dorsal fin sprang from her backside even as her ears fanned outward and fingers became webbed. Her full form, tan skin flowing into resplendent purple with a blue underside to her tail was a sight to see, even back home. She’d made many an older mermaid jealous of those fins. Now she paraded them for the humans like she was some random side show act. Still, it was money, and in the human world she needed it. She was quite the draw. One thing always set her apart from the other girls in getting the attention. Her sex remained uncovered, it’s soft velvety folds tucked neatly right above the line of her scales. It hadn’t occurred to her at first to hide it, and when the owner had found out her made a great deal out of her willingness to be all there for the entertainment. Taking a last lungful of air, she slid under the water, releasing it once she felt her gills open and fill with water. *** *** *** Darya flicked her fins. If nothing else she enjoyed the freedom to be back in her natural form. She’d spend hours swimming in the tank. Sometimes just floating, sometimes chasing around. Thankfully it was moderately large, enough that she could swim in more than just circles, and it was salty. Dozens of little fish lived in the tank for effect, but the salt was important to her too. Occasionally she’d look out at the crowd to see who was leering at her breasts. It was the usual gaggle of older men, business men and blue collar alike. A few made crude gestures, some even propositioned her. She ignored them all. Once in a while a lady would come watch her. Some seemed to long for what she had, a few were clearly there because they fancied her like the men did. She’d occasionally give them a bit of a look, but few could meet her dark, nearly black eyes. Tonight, didn’t seem any different. She swam and people watched. Glancing out though she suddenly stopped. There in the audience was her roommate, tucked back in a corner, trying not to be seen, but her gamer chic look made her stand out among the regulars. Black hoodies with logos of games weren’t exactly common place among this crowd. Darya swore, releasing a stream of bubbles. She’d tried to avoid having Zoey see her, and now she knew Zoey was almost certain to try to get backstage. Hopefully Carl would keep her out until she could get away. If Zoey was aware she’d been spotted, she gave no sign. She just watched from inside her hood. Darya checked on her for a while, little happened save she ordered something and sipped it now and again. Time was somewhat meaningless to Darya under the water, she never checked the clock, just swimming until someone rapped on the tank to let her know that they were closing. So she had no idea how long Zoey sat there, only that it was a long time, and that when it came time for her to get out of the tank she was nowhere to be seen. *** *** *** The air felt harsh after the soft salt water. Darya coughed as she felt her gills expel the last of the water and seal up, letting her lungs fill with air once more. She hoisted herself clumsily out of the water, shaking herself as she tried to get far enough onto the rubber mats to pull her tail all the way out of the water. The change back was less fun, as her skin dried out and her scales pulled back. It was like her body was being put back int a box that was just a little too small for her. Fins folded away, and webbing receded. Her legs split making her hips pop as she shifted them around. Finally, she wiggled her toes, she tried to get comfortable with them again. The first steps were always the hardest as she found her balance. Damp, naked, and human again she pulled on her clothes just before a knock at the door. “Who is it?” She said as loudly as she could, knowing the pumps in the room made it hard to hear anyone. “Carl,” came the muffled response through the door. A lump formed in her throat for a moment, would he have brought Zoey up with him? No, Carl was too professional, he’d never let someone up without clearing it with her. “Just a second Carl, I’m almost dressed.” Another muffled response, “Yeah, alright.” She glided over to the door, now back in her street clothes and unlocked it. Carl’s bulk blocked out the tiny hall light. “Hey Carl, what’s up?” “Just wanted to let you know you’ve got a new fan.” Fan. That was code in the club for potential stalker. “I do?” “Yeah, some mousy girl was being real nosy about you. Said she was your roomie and tried to get back stage to surprise you.” His matter of factness made it clear what he probably did after. “I take it she was invited to leave politely?” “Yeah. She didn’t argue much, but still.” “I know, I appreciate it Carl, and I think I know who you’re talking about. I do know her, but I appreciate you not letting her up here. Thank you.” “No problem. Do you need to be walked out?” “No, I’ll be okay. Thanks again Carl.” *** *** *** Zoey wasn’t outside the club waiting. For that at least Darya was thankful. By the time she got home her roomie was in her bed, turned away from her. Darya took a deep breath; it was better now than in the morning. “Okay, stop pretending to be asleep, I know you were at the club tonight.” The response came as a whimper, “I’m sorry. I know I promised. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just really wanted to see you in your tail.” Darya frowned a bit, “Trouble?” “Yeah, I tried to see you after the show, but some guy told me to get out or he’d call the cops on me.” Zoey sniffed and wiped a sleeve across her nose. She’d clearly been crying. “That was Carl, he doesn’t know you and he’s doing his job. No patrons backstage.” Darya sighed, she’d expected Zoey to be hyper bouncy, not scared to death by Carl. “Look, I’m sorry Carl scared you, but you shouldn’t have tried to do that.” “But we’re roomies.” She pleaded. “And that doesn’t give you permission to visit me at work.” Darya chided her. “I know, but I really wanted to see.” She paused and looked up at Darya who still stood over her, hands on hips. “You were so gorgeous. I didn’t know they made tails like that. It was like you made love to the water.” Darya threw her hands up with an exasperated sigh, “Oh, god, you’re making this weird again.” “I’m sorry, I’m just really into mermaids.” “I get it, I do, but I really need this space to not be about being a mermaid. I’m here to study and you know, be a college student.” “But you are a mermaid!” Darya stopped and blinked. Her mouth opened and shut without a word coming out. For a moment she feared she’d been found out before she realized that Zoey just meant as a stripper. “It’s just a job Zoey.” “Yeah, but I don’t have the figure for it and you do.” Darya shrugged, “I think it’s less about the figure for a mermaid and more the figure for a stripper. I didn’t ask to get these huge tits.” “And flawless skin, and, hell, even your coochie is pretty. It’s not fair.” Darya blanched a bit at that realizing that her roomie had seen far more of her than she had realized. “Life isn’t fair.” “You don’t have to tell me,” Zoey sulked. “Look, I’m sorry. I am just upset you broke your promise.” Zoey picked up a pillow and pulled it into a tight hug. “I know, and you’re right to be mad at me. I’m a terrible roommate.” “You’re not a terrible roommate.” Zoey brightened a bit, “Then would you please teach me to swim in a tail?” “What?” Darya had been caught completely off guard by that comment. “I want to learn.” Darya stammered, “I, um, well, you’ll need a tail first.” “I’ve already got it. It came last week.” She reached under her bed and pulled out a long flat box which she pulled out a synthetic tail. It was pink and yellow, not the best color for the pale gamer girl, but she hugged it to her like it was made of gems. “See, I found one on sale. It’s real, one of the companies that actually makes one for swimming not just for show.” Darya was caught now. She would either have to get her fake tail and try to teach her in that, or reveal she was a real mermaid. “Look it’s late. Let’s talk about it another time, okay?” “Please?” Zoey whined. “Let me think about it, okay?” Zoey kindly let the topic drop as Darya disappeared into the bathroom. *** *** *** Darya spent the next few days avoiding Zoey as much as she could. Anytime she was around she’d give Darya a hangdog look and mope. It was getting annoying but honestly were Darya anything other than a real mermaid would she be so reluctant? Probably not. The few other mermaid girls she’d met working at the club loved sharing their hobby. That was it! She would get one of the other girls to teach Zoey! It was still early, but it was her day off from the tank. Maybe she could catch one of the others before the show and ask! She dumped her books off at the room, ignoring Zoey’s surprised look as she dashed back out the door and down the street towards the club. Mira was already in, “Hey, Darya, right?” She was a bit older that Darya, having swum for the Drunken Mermaid for almost a decade now. She kept fit and was still quite pretty, with her blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail and large heavy breasts that were currently proudly on open display as she changed. Half out of breath, Darya nodded as she slumped into a chair next to the door. “Yeah, hey Mira, I have a favor to ask?” “What’s up? Here, would you help me with my tail? I swear it’s getting harder to squeeze into it every year.” Darya nodded and helped Mira wedge herself into the heavy tail and shift herself over to the tank entrance. All the while babbling about Zoey wanting to learn to swim with a tail. “Well, why don’t you just teach her? I’ve seen you swim, you’re better than anyone I know.” “Um, I really don’t have time to, and I, well feel awkward. My tail is cut a little to revealing for use in a public pool.” “Oh, that’s it. Don’t want to show off the goods for free!” Mira laughed. “No worries, the other girls and I get together regularly. Bring her by. Here, give me a piece of paper, I’ll write down the address for you. It’s a private pool party just for mermaids. Most of us are former Drunken Mermaids, but we’ve got a few house moms that join us.” “Really? You’d do that?” “Sure, always happy to bring another mermaid into the shoal.” “That’s wonderful! What do I owe you?” “Hmm, I’ll think about that. But membership is $50 in the club. Annual dues. So get your girl friend to pony up the cash when she comes. Cash or check.” “Alright. I can do that.” “Might bring yourself along too.” “I’m not sure. Like I said, my tail is pretty revealing, and doesn’t react well to chlorine.” “If you say so, but it’s just us girls. You haven’t got anything we haven’t seen a thousand times before. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some boobies to slap against the glass for a few bucks.” Mira chuckled and slid herself down into the water. *** *** *** If Darya expected Zoey’s response to be muted in response to the news, she wouldn’t be her teacher, she was wrong. The small blonde gamer chick all but bowled her over with a hug, enough that she actually dropped her controller and let herself die on the game. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Darya tried to extract herself. “Come on, I just found you a place to learn. It’s $50 for membership, and here’s the address. Look I’ll even tag along the first time to make sure you get to meet Mira and Nadine. They’re the other girls from the club. A couple of the other former girls are in this group too, along with some housewives from what Mira said, so you’ll be in good company. Now will you quit trying to squeeze me like a tube of toothpaste? It’s starting to hurt.” Zoey reluctantly let go and picked up her controller, happily bouncing in her seat as she returned to the game. Darya breathed a sigh of relief, maybe her secret was safe after all. *** *** *** The private pool wasn’t far, thankfully. Neither of them hard a car. Darya had said she was just going for moral support so she just trotted along while Zoey lugged a large duffle bag with her swimsuit and tail in it. “I still think you should have brought your tail.” “It’s too heavy, and besides it’s too risqué. You saw it.” “But it’s all women here, right?” “Yeah, like some women aren’t into other women.” “Oh pooh, I was hoping to see your tail again in the light. That club is dark and you just glow under those dim lights. Imagine if you were under the bright lights? You’d dazzle.” “No thanks.” Daryla just shrugged. *** *** *** The address turned out to be an old country club that had seen better days. The build up of the city around it had resulted in the former owners moving to a new location, leaving this as a rentable facility as they slowly sold off the surrounding golf course lands. The mermaid club had taken to its large Olympic sized pool with pleasure and had been renting it monthly for years at a pretty reasonable rate. Mira was there, already in her tail, splashing about. So were several other women. A few others were just working on getting their tails on at the edge of the pool. Nadine waved at Darya, but it was Mira that swam over. “Hi there, you must be Darya’s friend, I’m Mira.” Zoey just bounced, “I’m Zoey! Oh wow, your tail is so awesome! Can you really teach me to swim like you?” “I can try. Give Nadine your money for the membership and then slip into your tail.” Mira pointed over to Nadine who was carrying her own tail and a small box. “Got it!” Zoey dashed off. “You sure you don’t want to join us in the water?” “I’m sure, just here for moral support for Zoey.” “You mean to get her off your case?” Mira gave a knowing smile. “Well, that too.” “Alright, I get it, sometimes you need some space. Personally, if I could be a mermaid all the time I would. I wish you’d join us; I’ve seen your act. You’re phenomenal.” “Thanks, I’ll think about it.” “Okay, okay, I’ll stop pestering you about it now. Enjoy watching, I just can’t believe you wouldn’t rather swim.” Mira flicked her tail and shot off toward the shallow steps on the other end of the poor where Zoey was pulling her tail up over her hips. Darya had to admit it, she’d rather be swimming. She always would rather be swimming, but she had a secret to keep and it would be much harder to keep if she joined the mermaid club. Besides, chlorine burned her gills. Wandering away from the edge of the pool she watched as the various women flicked fins, swam back and forth and showed off in various ways. Mira took to her word and was slowly helping Zoey get used to the heavy tail fin and keeping herself above water enough to breath. After a while Darya wandered over out of a mix of curiosity and boredom to see what was going on. Zoey bounced a bit in the shallow water as she came up, waving at her friend, “Look! I am doing it!” Said with all the enthusiasm of a child who just discovered a new thing. Darya just smiled and watched her roommate take a few tentative pushes with her tail fluke to swim over to the wall. She surfaced just below Darya’s feet. “Oh my god this is so freaking awesome!” She abruptly pushed upwards and wrapped her arms around Darya’s legs. It was too much. On the slick tiles Darya felt her feet give way as the weight of her friend dragged her down. Her balance, never as sure on land, couldn’t compensate for the sudden pull and she began to topple. In mere moments there was a tremendous splash, and Darya felt herself engulfed by the cool pool water. She panicked. She could stay human in a shower, but not fully immersed. She could feel the changes already. Struggling to free herself of Zoey she kicked away, ripping at her shorts, trying to get them off before it was too late. Her gill slits popped open, chlorinated water poured into her body burning as it rushed past the sensitive gills. Her shorts barely made it over her feet as they began to unfurl, her legs already starting to merge as fins began to pop. She could hear others in the water, swimming towards her. The echoes from above the surface of people yelling. Arms reached for her, even as her scales rippled down her tail. She felt herself hauled up to the surface. Blinking twice to clear the chlorine from her darkened sea eyes she looked at the woman holding her above water on each side. Mouths were open in shock. Around her a sea of heads bobbed above the ripples in the pool. Nadine and Mira pushing their way forward. For a few moments not a word was spoken. The silence carried as much weight as her secret now. At last Darya smiled sheepishly. “Um, hi, thanks, I’m okay, really.” Arms released her even as the silence turned into a cacophony of babbling voices. At last Mira raised her voice over the din and silenced everyone as Darya slunk lower to keep her gills moist and avoid more of the stares. “Darya, correct me if I am wrong, but you weren’t wearing a tail when you went into the water.” Mira’s voice was soft, but carried well. There was very clearly an edge of near panic and equal measures of shock and curiosity.” Darya’s shoulders shrugged in the water, what was there to say. She finally just opted for the cheeky response. “Surprise?” “Are you a?” Mira let the sentence drop. It couldn’t be real. Even as she stared at the luminous creature before her, it couldn’t possibly be true that she’d had legs just a few minutes before where that long tail now swept back and forth. Darya sighed, there was no escaping this. Not with a dozen women looking on. “Yeah, I’m a mermaid.” “Oh, my freaking god, are you kidding me? You mean I’ve been living with an honest to god mermaid and I didn’t know?” Zoey’s voice babbled. “Zoey, don’t make this weird.” *** *** *** “Are you coming?” Zoey called. Darya slid on her coat in anticipation of the chill air. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Just don’t forget your tail.” “I have it!” Came the response. The weeks and months after the incident at the pool had turned into something totally unexpected. The women had been shocked, but after the initial shock Darya had found herself bombarded by questions and an outpouring of welcome from the group. They’d all agreed to hush everything up to keep her secret if she came and swam with them regularly. Darya had initially been reluctant about this, but she couldn’t have her secret becoming any more well known, so she had consented. It had been the best decision she’d ever made. Even as they made their way back to the pool once more, she reflected on how what had started as a disaster had turned it to a dozen very good friends who now protected her secret and her with a fierceness that would make a shark turn tail. And all it took was being herself. They entered the old clubhouse poor area once more. Curtains were pulled to hide the pool from prying eyes, not just for Darya, but now more than one of the women had chosen to forgo their tops to mirror Darya’s natural nakedness. Darya herself had no need for clothes in the water, not even swimwear, as her species didn’t really bother with modesty, though she found it comforting that her presence made the other women less concerned about their own. Zoey seemed especially pleased. She reveled in getting Darya as a roommate and friend, and though occasionally she went a bit overboard in the mermaid adoration, Darya was lucky to have her. She watched as the young woman blossomed into a fair swimmer in her tail, going from awkward to graceful in the water over the months. She gave Darya a quick hug as she went off to put her tail on in the shallows. Darya on the other hand preferred to make a splashier entrance. She quickly pulled off her clothes, leaving herself naked on the pool. This elicited a few hoots from Nadine and Mira, and alerted the others to her arrival. Her tan skin and dark hair waved about her human form as she dove headlong into the pool with a satisfying splash. She braced herself for her change, only to have eyes popped open as she felt her gills receive their first gulp of water. The burn of the chlorine was gone. Clear saltwater cascaded over her gills even as her tail began to begin its transformation. With a rush she breached from the water, her breasts bobbing and her hair whipping back. She laughed, her voice music that echoed across the room. Mira swam over. “Surprise Darya. We all chipped in and convinced the owners that a saltwater pool would be a medicinal seller. They changed it last week.” “Now it won’t hurt your gills so much!” Zoey chimed in. Darya gave her a mock look of exasperation, “Zoey, don’t make this weird.”

Title: Double Helix Ch. 02 Tags: non-human, oral, genetics, crapsack world *Note: In case you haven't figured it out already, this story takes place at approximately the present, but in a different timeline from our own, one where computers and genetics took a very different development path. Enjoy!* Sasha gave me my new ID on the Friday of my first week, along with the new clothes she had bought me. The Washington state drivers license stated that I was Mark Winston, age 25. The same name appeared on my new social security card and birth certificate. Sasha also handed me a new leather wallet, with a bank card inside. "I got the agency to agree to a small allowance that will be automatically deposited once a month," she told me. "I still suggest you not go out of the house on your own." I didn't think that there was any danger of that. My trip out on Wednesday had been more stress than I wanted to experience again just yet. I wasn't sure how Sasha could stand it. I saw that the terminal was free, so I logged in to check my bank account, entering the name and password that came with my card. There was four-hundred dollars in it, more than I expected, and that set my mind working. I needed to do some research first, though. It was my day to do the laundry, so I gathered the cloth sacks from the rack by the stairs and brought them up. Sasha's washer and dryer were not quite commercial grade, but they were large and looked expensive. She had left instructions taped to the top of each machine for what settings to use and how much detergent. As I passed her office on my way back to the basement, she asked me to look in on the tomatoes and zucchini in the green house to see if some of them were ready to pick. I was starting to think that Sasha had actually made a request with the agency to get me stationed here. There was an astonishing amount of work involved in running her household, and I got the impression that she was only easing me into my role as her assistant. I allowed myself a moment of indignation at the workload being thrust on me as I stripped for the shower at the greenhouse entrance. Wasn't I as much a refugee as any of the others? But no, that was hardly fair. With my responsibility came additional freedom. Wendy had likely not seen the outside of those four walls in the year-and-a-half she had been there. At dinner, Tilly quietly joined us, sitting on the end next to Wendy. Nissi sat across from me. We didn't touch or even talk much during the meal, but just having her there, casting smoky glances across the table, electrified me. I almost missed something Stan had said. "Wait, what?" "Yeah, it's all over the internet," Nock said. "Nothing on mainstream media yet, but they're probably waiting until the McCain administration gives them the go ahead to run the story. It was a rural safe house with over twenty genemods and a husband/wife running it. It looks like one of the mods went and turned himself in." "That's awful," I said. "Did anyone get out of there?" "Nope, looks like the feds found everyone. Damn it, what could make a person do something like that?" "Believe me," Stansy said, "I've thought about it from time to time. I know they would revert my mod, but I'd do it in a heartbeat if I thought that it could get me my son back. As it is, the courts would probably never let me see him, let alone have custody, so it's a moot point." "I'd never give up what I've got," Nock said. "Do you realize how much time you waste sleeping every day?" "You never have to worry about getting sick, old or fat," Nissi added. "I love who and what I am." "I plan to live forever, if that's possible," Stan said. "Things suck right now, but the world's going to get better, even if it takes a century." I looked over at Tilly. She gazed at a spot three feet in front of her. Her mouth opened each time her spoon neared it. She chewed each bite exactly ten times before swallowing. I had counted several times to be sure. Was she even aware of the rest of us and what we were talking about? "What about you?" I asked Wendy. She smiled. "All of the benefits of immortality, but they stuck me in this pint-sized body. I actually don't mind it as much as you'd think. It's part of who I am and I'm not sure I'd like to be different. Though I've always wondered about sex." "Oh God," Stansy said, putting her spoon down with a clatter. "I didn't need to hear that. My son's going to be fourteen soon. That's nightmare fuel." "No, really," Wendy said. "The hormones aren't there, so I have no libido, and even if I did, well, my physiology just isn't developed for it. But most of the human race seems to think sex is pretty fun. Not to mention falling in love. People get uncomfortable at the mere suggestion that a stunty might want those things. I don't like feeling left out of the experience." "I would think it wouldn't be too hard to get your body to age to adulthood," I said. "Couldn't you just take hormones?" Wendy shook her head. "No, hormone treatments won't work. My body won't respond to estrogen like most women. It would have to be at the level of the cell nucleus to work, reprogramming cell receptors, though I'm sure it could be done with the right equipment. Not while we have the Ban, though. And if I turned myself in, they would just take away everything. There's a lot about me I don't want to give up. So I guess you're all safe from me." When the others began to get up from the table, Nissi and I were still talking. I had just admitted to her that while I enjoyed music, I didn't have the knowledge to keep up the kinds of conversations she wanted to have, delving into theory and topics like how much rock had been influenced by gospel. That's when I discovered her other great love, movies. We both thought that Spielberg's craft had gone to shit when he quit making movies with Disney, but where she thought that Seth Michael was under appreciated, I agreed with the critics that everything he had turned out since Titanic had been special effects drivel. "Okay, Cyberbots III was pretty bad," she agreed. "But I only think he did it because everyone thought he could revive the franchise after Verhoeven killed it." "Couldn't be saved," I said. "But Leonid Minksy is a genius," I said. "Why, because every single damn movie he directs has a twist ending you 'never saw coming'?" Her fingers made quote marks around the words. "That formula is going to wear out eventually. When it does, people will stop taking him seriously. It was already starting to wear pretty thin in 'Birthday Girl'." "Three-hundred forty million at the box office says otherwise," I said. "And he's a purist," Nissi added. "No, he isn't." "Yes, he totally is. Just look at Vector. Luddite, purist garbage. Rogue lab produces supervirus that threatens to wipe out everyone in the world? I wouldn't be surprised if the McCain administration funded that piece of crap. It just serves to reinforce the average person's fears about technology. Look at that TV show, Buffy. Who do you think the vampires and demons are really supposed to be?" I sensed that she was becoming genuinely angry, that I had crossed a line that needed to be uncrossed, and I thought maybe she had a point. I decided to hedge. "Well, I never thought of it that way, I'll be honest. But he still makes good movies." "Sorry, not going to agree with you." We must have forgotten about Tilly, because we both turned in surprise when she spoke, even though her voice was barely audible. "Joss Whedon wrote the Buffy comics. Minsky just adapted them for TV. And it wasn't a metaphor, not like you're trying to say." She stood without saying another word, her bare feet slapping against concrete as she went back to her partition. "Was that Tilly talking?" Nock said over his shoulder. "Okay, so enigma girl agrees with you," Nissi said. "You're still wrong." I decided that my best option was to change the subject. "So what do you think of Monty Python?" "Overrated, unfunny nonsense," she said. I pretended to swoon, but then she smiled. "Just kidding. They were bloody brilliant. Too bad about Terry Gilliam, though. It just wasn't the same after he died." By the time we were done, I realized that I felt a lot more comfortable around Nissi. I was starting to accept that she really did like me for who I was, that she did not regard me as her inferior or hold a grudge for the way her kind had been persecuted by normals. But when Nissi didn't offer me a good night kiss, I was afraid that our earlier conversation had offended her. Feeling a bit disheartened, I went to my partition and got ready for bed. "Hey, can I come in?" a female voice whispered outside my curtain a short while later. I jumped at the unexpected sound, then hurriedly rolled and wriggled myself under the covers, just in case she decided to let herself in anyway, before answering. "Sure." The curtain moved aside and Nissi stepped in. "You always sleep in the nude?" she said with a grin, swaying towards me. "I forgot to ask Sasha to get me some pajamas," I said sheepishly. "I'm used to being alone when I sleep." She sat on the edge of the bed. "That's a shame. I was hoping you might like some company tonight." I was beginning to see where this was going. "Do you always seduce men on the third date?" I said, echoing her earlier question. "Only the cute ones," she said, brushing my lips with a finger. She grew more serious. "Norm, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I just—my model has a pretty strong libido. You might not want to hear this, but last night, after that kiss, I had to get myself off twice before I could go to sleep. Long courtships just aren't my thing." The thought of Nissi masturbating was too compelling an image to resist. Warmth began to pool in my groin and a flush crept up my neck. Also, I knew that the normal risks of spontaneous sex were just not there with a genemod. Anyone of second gen or later had immunity to most known diseases, and any unknown diseases would find Nissi's body to be a very hostile environment. Also, all gene models required an external hormone trigger for pregnancy, for both males and females. The lack of risk made it that much harder to think of a reason to refuse her. "Um, okay," I said. She leaned over me and her hair draped around our faces like a curtain. "Okay? I would hope it's better than just 'okay'. You are about to have sex with an elf. Your inner geek should be drooling and gushing blood from his nose. Oh, I forgot. You're all geek, through and through. And yet, no drooling or gushing." "Shut up," I said and pulled her gently down for a kiss. Her lips were soft and delicate, but her tongue pressed confidently against mine, stroking the tip playfully and diving deeper inside. She was definitely breathing harder when we finally broke apart, and so was I. My cock was already beginning to stiffen beneath the sheets. "You have a certain way with words," Nissi said, "but I really like your follow-up." I sat up as she stood to unbutton her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Like most female elves, her breasts were not large, but made up for that in their exquisite shape. The same could be said for her hips, which looked prominent mostly in comparison to her very narrow waist. Taken together, it was a very alluring picture, further stoking my excitement. I reached out to run a hand up Nissi's back, then back down again to cup a firm buttock. She sighed contentedly and leaned down for another kiss. My other hand found the soft flesh of her breast and I brushed a finger lightly over her erect nipple. She moaned into my mouth and pressed herself more insistently against me, giving me my cue. I pinched and kneaded her nipple, lightly and first, then as she moaned louder, with more force. I could feel the heat of the flush on her skin as she pressed closer. She pushed back the covers and her hand wrapped around my cock. "Oh, I think I found something," she teased. "I wonder what this thing is for?" "I can show you what it's for if you like," I said, or, at least that's what I was going to say, before she began to stroke slowly up and down. I only got about the first two words out. The rest was lost in a groan. I reached for her and she edged her legs apart. My fingers slid over the smooth skin of her pussy and I parted her nether lips. She was wet, near to dripping, and I pressed up and into her. Her breath caught and she gave something between a whimper and a sigh. "Mmm, that's good," she said, as I rolled my fingers around the firm patch inside and at the front of her pussy. "Elves have a g-spot," I mused, and stroked my fingers back and forth along it. "Mm-hm," she moaned in agreement. "The girls, anyway. Keep doing that." She turned her body a bit, so that she was halfway laying across me, and smoothly took my cock into her mouth. The feel of her warm lips sliding down my length got another groan out of me. She slapped playfully at my hand, which had stopped its slow thrusting in and out of her. She alternated licking my cock and sucking me into her mouth with pumping her fingers slowly up and down its length, giving little twists that shot pleasure into my body. "I need you inside me," Nissi said. She stood and sank onto her knees at the edge of the bed. One of her legs swung over to straddle me and my cock came to rest against the warm wetness of the lips of her pussy. She leaned over me to kiss me hungrily. Her body flexed so that she slid forward slightly. When she moved again I slipped inside her. I felt her breath warm in my mouth and she shuddered. "Oh, yes," she whispered. I sighed in contentment. Nissi's tongue quested back into my mouth once more, and then her teeth caught my lower lip and pressed down, settling right at the edge of pleasure and pain before she released it. Slowly, she sank down, taking all of me inside her. Nissi was warm honey and velvet on my cock. When she hit bottom, she ground herself against me as if to trying to take more. She inhaled long and slow, moving up along my body, then let it out again in a muffled wail as she pressed back down. I felt a kind of fluttering pressure as she came to rest. Her cunt alternately gripped my cock and relaxed. "You like that?" she asked, her lips brushing my ear. She rocked forward, then back again, a different stroke that sent new waves of pleasure cresting through me, following with more of those little squeezes. "I'm going to come soon if you keep doing that," I warned. Nissi paused to give me another kiss before leaning back. I cupped a hand around each breast. She cooed as I moved my fingers across her nipples and rocked again. Her eyes closed. "More," she murmured. I lightly squeezed each nipple between a thumb and finger, rolling first one, and then the other. She began to fuck me in earnest once more, moving in long, slow strokes. The tension of my impending orgasm had retreated somewhat, but it quickly returned as she slid herself up and down the length of my cock, crying out softly with each stroke. I gave a long moan, both in sheer pleasure and as a warning that I was nearly there, but Nissi never slowed. The tension coiled tighter, tighter, past the point of no return now, finally cresting in a release that drove the air from my lungs. Nissi slowed to a shallower and more languid pace as my orgasm played itself out. She was panting when she came to rest, leaned into me and pushed her hands beneath me so that she could wrap her arms around me. We lay together for a few minutes without speaking. "You have no idea," she said at last, her cheek pressed against mine, "how much I've missed the feeling of a man coming inside me." "That was..." I started, but words couldn't match up. "I've never had a woman take control like that," I said. "I think I like it." "I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun trying things you've never done," she whispered and kissed my cheek. "Speaking of which, when do you think you might be ready to go again?" She wiggled her hips as she said it, and my cock, which had begun to flag, pulsed and began to grow hard again inside her. "Uh oh, I think I woke it up again." She began to move again, tentatively at first, testing that I was past the sensitive refractory period, but she soon began to increase her pace, giving little grunts each time my cock slid home all the way inside her. "I want to fuck you now," I said. She moaned at my comment, driving herself down on my cock hard one last time. She pulled her body free of me and pressed herself against the wall so that I had room to get out of the bed. Once I was clear, she lay on her back on top of the covers and I climbed atop her, my cock easily finding her pussy once more. She gave a wail as I pressed into her in one stroke and she clutched at me, her fingers pressing hard enough into my arms to hurt. I growled and thrust in and out of her wildly. Her hands released their grip and fell to the sides as she cried out her pleasure. Her hips lifted in time to my thrusts, trying to drive me even deeper. Her eyes were closed, her body writhing as she moaned. I could feel, distantly, another orgasm rising within me, but I tried to put it out of my mind, focusing solely on Nissi and drinking in her every sound and movement. Her voice, that rich and melodious singing voice that I had discovered just two days earlier, rose in pitch as her cries became louder and more ragged. I felt her body tense and she pulled a deep breath into her lungs. She cried out, a long, dissonant trill as her orgasm began. She gasped for air between moans as her body shook and her legs and arms flexed and straightened, like she was trying to climb out of herself. Finally, it passed, leaving her limp but panting. I started to get up, but her arms went around me, pressing me hard against her. "Just stay." She said it between gasps. "I like. You lying. On me." I relented, letting her take my weight, and she gave a satisfied sigh. "Do you think Nock heard?" I whispered. "You were pretty loud." Nissi laughed. "I'd be surprised if Miss Gray didn't hear. And you were pretty loud yourself. But you know what I could really go for right now?" She rocked her hips suggestively. My cock had begun to go soft again, but it was still inside her. "Let's save some for tomorrow," I said, laughing. She laughed with me. "You know, you're going to have to learn to keep up with me if we're going to do this on a regular basis." "I was wondering..." I said, trying to figure out how best to broach the subject. I climbed off of her and sat on the edge of the bed, comfortable in my nudity. The air was always a little too chilly down here, but I was still warm from our lovemaking. "The others are going to know what's going on with us if they didn't already, and, uh, I'm not sure how to ask you this..." "You want to know if I have been with any of the others?" Nissi finished my thought. "I tried to hook up with Stan when I first got here, but he and Stansy were already kind of an item." "What, really? I would never have guessed." Nissi sat up and pivoted to swing her legs over the edge so that she could snuggle into my shoulder. "They keep it pretty toned down. I don't think they want us to know, so they're very quiet. I think he cares for her more than he lets on. That leaves Nock, who got here after I did, but he's got his girlfriend. He's completely devoted to her and wouldn't even consider it. It must be nice, having control over your own endocrine system. When I brought it up, he said he wasn't interested and that was that." "So I was the only option left?" "Aw, don't say it like that. I'm glad it was you. Nock's way too pragmatic. I like that you've got your head in the clouds a little bit. And you're smart. Good-looking too." I was glad that she didn't add "for a normal". She stood and stepped in front of me, giving me a delicious view of her naked body before she drew on her night gown. Kneeling, she planted another kiss on my lips before drawing back. "Good night, lover," she said. She slipped away and back to her own bed without another word. I was prepared for the jibes the next morning. Wendy was the first to broach the subject when I emerged for breakfast. "So, how was your night, Norm?" she asked innocently. The knowing smile on her face said it all. "Oh, I had a good night, thank you," I said, equally innocent. Nissi was already up and looking fantastic in her simple blouse and pants. Her hair, usually combed neatly and either up in a ponytail or spilling down her back, was in sexy disarray. I went over to give her a kiss good morning, which she accepted easily and without hesitation. It seemed pointless not to be open about our relationship. I spent a few hours after breakfast researching videos and how-to guides and pricing. Once I had it all worked out, I went upstairs. I found Sasha having coffee and watching the Travel Channel with her mother in the living room. "Can we talk?" I said. "Let's go to my office. I'll be right back, Mamka." She closed the door and had a seat behind her desk. "Alright, what can I do for you, Norm?" I unfolded the piece of paper I was carrying and held it flat on the desk. She looked over the list of items I had with prices in another column to the right. "Okay, what's this for?" "That's a bathroom," I said. "There's enough lumber and drywall to enclose the toilet and shower, plus a door, all the tools I need, primer and paint. I've pre-measured everything. It will be six feet by twelve feet. I would like to replace the sink, but it's a bit out of my budget." "What about the water? Won't you need tile in there around the shower?" I was pleased to see that she didn't just shoot my idea down. I pointed to one of the line items. "Paperless drywall. It's water resistant. We'll want to keep the plastic curtain up in there for the time being to protect the walls from direct water, but I'd like to get tile up when we can. An exhaust fan would also be nice, but I need to look into how to duct it to the outside." "I notice that your budget seems to run just shy of $400. That is not a coincidence." "Right. I wanted to use what I have in my account to pay for it." Sasha leaned back in her chair, frowning in contemplation. "Do you have experience with this sort of thing?" I grinned and shrugged. "I have the internet and a little DIY experience. What more do you need?" She laughed. "Alright, I'll agree to it, on one condition." "Let's hear it." "I want a new set of basement stairs. If I supply the materials, can you and the others make it happen?" I nodded almost immediately. I'd never done anything like that, but there had to be instructional videos I could look at. In any case, the work would be a welcome break from the boredom. "I'll start learning about it as soon as we're done here." Sasha took me shopping with her to the hardware store that afternoon, after borrowing a pickup from a friend. The garage door rolled down after we backed in, the bed loaded with lumber and drywall panels. I carried the first 8' x 4' drywall panel carefully to the basement and downstairs, remembering the advice from a video tutorial that advised it was very easy to dent or tear a panel if you bumped into an edge or corner. Sasha grabbed the hammer, nails and toolbelt, that last coming out of her own funds, and followed me down. "What's all this?" Stansy asked as I carried the panel across the room. "It's part of your new bathroom," I said in a matter-of-fact tone. I couldn't help feeling a little smug satisfaction. "Oh, my God. Really?" Stansy said, at almost the same moment that Wendy said, "Norm, that's awesome!" "We could use some help," Sasha said. "I'll need to keep watch on the house, though." The three women and two men all followed us back up. While Sasha went to her office to monitor the CCTV cameras on her computer, the rest of us hurried to the garage. Stan was first to arrive behind me. After I had taken a panel off the top of the stack, he looked at it for a moment, then grabbed four of the remaining eight panels and followed behind me, bearing the nearly 300 lbs. of weight effortlessly. I warned Stan to watch out for corners as we wended our way back through the house and down into the basement. Stansy carried the remaining four panels, while Nissi and Nock between them brought the lumber and remaining tools. Wendy was the only one besides me who possessed human normal strength, actually human ten-year-old strength, so she carried the buckets of paint and primer. Once everyone had set down their loads, I looked over the materials stacked near the wall in satisfaction. We had everything we needed. "Okay," Stan said, "what do we do to get started?" We worked on it all through the day. I would like to say that everything went flawlessly, but as none of us had any real construction experience, some mistakes were bound to be made. Still, we managed not to outright waste any of the materials, and had built and raised both walls of the enclosure's frame by the afternoon. After that, the drywall went up quickly. "Wow, are we almost done?" Wendy asked as the last panel was being hung. "Not really," I said. "There's still a lot left to do." Now we had to sand and joint the panels. Everyone took turns at this, even Wendy, who had complained about feeling useless during the construction process. It would take a few days of that before we could paint, though, so we went ahead and constructed the door frame and hung the door. I finished that task before dinner with Wendy and Nissi's help, making the new room completely functional. I stood next to the shower to inspect our handiwork. My muscles were knotted and sore, but I was happy. The shower took up most of the width at the end of the room, but there was a bit of space next to the new wall, where we had used the waterproof drywall. The toilet was a short distance away against the concrete wall. Next to that was a partial wall, with the sink just beyond it. We had placed the door near the structure's corner on the short wall, opening inward. "I really want a mirror," Wendy said, "here", she pointed above the sink, "and here," now at the opposite wall. "That one needs to be full-length. Better lighting would be nice, too." We had brought in a floor lamp and placed it across from the sink where the door wouldn't knock it over, which wasn't the safest or best-looking solution. "Maybe we can get one next month." "Towel racks," Nissi said, "here next to the shower. And it really would be nice to have proper tile and a shower door." "We'll do that too, in time," I said. "And maybe an exhaust fan." She turned and folded me into her arms. "Thank you for doing this for us," she said. The hug soon turned into a slow and sensual kiss. Wendy cleared her throat. "If you can pull your tongue out of his throat for a moment, Galadriel..." I released Nissi and Wendy threw her arms around me. She just came up to the center of my chest and I had to resist the urge to pat her head. "Norm, this means so much to us." "Don't thank me yet," I said. "Miss Gray made me promise to rebuild the stairs as soon as we're done here. I think I'm going to need everyone's help." Nissi and I moved out to give Stansy, Nock and Stan a chance to have a look. "I think Wendy intends to move in," Nissi said to them and we all laughed. It felt gratifying to have made a difference, even if it was just to bring some privacy and comfort to the lives of the people here. Tilly didn't come out for dinner, so I again offered to take her food. While she ate, I told her about the trip I had taken to Alaska right after I got my bachelor's degree, but she didn't say anything back to me. I suppose it was naïve of me to think that I had made some kind of breakthrough with her, but her movie comment last night had given me hope that she might be trying to reconnect with the people around her. As she held her plate out for me to take, I noticed a pair of scars on her wrist. I didn't say anything, and tried to keep my expression neutral, but she reacted anyway to my momentary shock. The plate dropped through my fingers to shatter on the floor. Tilly rolled over on her bed to face the wall. "Go," she said in her small voice. I knelt to pick up the pieces of the plate that I could find. I had never seen her wear shoes or socks, and I was concerned that she would step on a piece I might have missed. Once I was sure I'd gotten them all, I retreated as quickly and quietly as I could. I sought Wendy out to tell her what I had seen and we went to the stairwell to talk. "I noticed them too," she said. "Two cuts on each wrist. There was a woman who took care of Tilly before I got here, an Edie. You know, Eidetic? She said Tilly had them when she first got here. I've heard that if someone is in depression deep enough, they lose the will to even try to take their own life. I've often wondered if it's like that with her." "Genemod physiology isn't supposed to work like that," I said. "It's all serotonin and dopamine levels. Those kinds of problems were screened out, even in your generation." "Could she have been made this way?" That possibility hadn't occurred to me. "Why would someone deliberately build a genemod to be depressed?" I asked. Wendy threw back the logical response. "Why would anyone make me? What about Nissi's compulsion to write music?" "It's not really the same," I said. "Human brains are programmed to take delight in children, so that's at least understandable. And Nissi has a creative drive, not a destructive one. Tilly's condition makes no sense. Maybe it was a mistake. Or something happened to her in development." "I think the only way you're going to find out is to ask her and somehow get her to answer you. I gave up on that months ago. Now I just do what I can to keep her comfortable." There was a tone of admonishment in her words. "I won't push her," I said. "I just want to help." "I know that. And I know you have good intentions, but I worry that she's in a fragile state. You've seen how she eats. I'm afraid that one day she might just stop. I'm not telling you not to try. Just to be careful." Wendy stood and offered me her hand. I took it, but did nothing to help lift myself. After a moment, she was leaning back, pulling for all she was worth, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "You ass," she said, and punched me in the shoulder. "That was a mistake," I said in as menacing a voice as I could muster. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in to tickle her in a maneuver long perfected on my little sister. "Ah! No!" she squeaked before dissolving into uncontrollable laughter. "Stop!" she protested again through a fit of giggling. I let her go and she lay fell back against the stairs next to me, panting. "Oh, that was so not fair," she scolded, but then she giggled again and sighed. "I'll get you back, you just wait." We went back out to join the others and I approached Stansy. "I was wondering if I could borrow one of your books," I said. "Anything you would recommend?" She led me back to her partition. It looked much like mine, but with a few changes to the locations of the furniture. She also had a thick rug next to the bed and two paintings hung on the concrete wall. "Are these originals?" I asked. One was an expressionist watercolor of horses grazing in a pasture under a purple sky. The other was an oil painting of a woman with dark hair and bright, intelligent eyes. She was looking off angle to the viewer. Her expression was hard, determined. The face was coolly beautiful. Both the woman and the background were rendered in intricate detail, with the brushstrokes serving to enhance the dimensionality of the scene. "They are," Stansy said. "I painted them. That one was a portrait I did of my mother when I was eight. I painted dozens more growing up, but I stopped when I started law school." I noticed then the small white pieces of paper that had been taped over the glass right where artist's signatures would be. Stansy's real name was hidden behind those. "So," Stansy said, opening the top drawer of her dresser, "do you want my recommendation or would you like to pick?" "What would you suggest?" "Well, I think it's always good to start with the classics." She showed me the cover of the paperback. The title was "Dreadnought" and the author was C.S. Forester. "It takes place onboard the HMS Dreadnought during the World War and seems to be pretty accurate. I'm kind of partial to naval warfare. I used to have all of Forester's books, but this was the only one I got to take with me when I fled.." "Okay, I'll try that one," I said. After she handed me the book, I said, "Have you ever thought of taking up painting again?" She shrugged. "It actually never occurred to me. Why?" I shrugged. "It would give us something to put up on the walls, if nothing else. I'm no judge of art, but I like what I see here." A smile touched her lips briefly. "Well, thanks for the compliment." I took the book back to my sleeping space and returned to the main living area. Nissi was watching a movie with the others, seated on the rug with her back to the sofa. Wendy sat above her on the sofa, legs crossed and leaning her head on Stan's shoulder. I sat next to Nissi and she took my hand. It was an old movie, with Humphrey Bogart as the lead. I never found out what the title was and mostly stopped paying attention when Nissi snuggled up against me a few minutes later. I ran my fingers through her hair and down her back through the rest of the film, making her hum and sigh in appreciation. When, by chance, my fingers touched the pointed tip of one ear, she shuddered slightly. I could tell that the close contact and stroking was getting her worked up. She put her hand on my leg in a gesture that was perfectly chaste at first, but soon it began to wander, creeping ever upward. My erection was straining at its confines before long, even though her touching never quite made it that far. "Did you want to stay for the end?" she whispered, and her fingers tapped the inside of my thigh just inches from my cock. "Hell no," I whispered back. It looked like a good film, but I had far more pressing matters on my mind. Nissi stood, stretched and walked nonchalantly towards the sleeping area, throwing a "good night, guys" over her shoulder. I waited a few moments and made myself yawn. "I think I'm done for the night," I said. "Have fun," Wendy said, and then yawned herself. Shaking my head in amusement, I made a stop at the bathroom. The door was closed so I knocked. "Wait," Tilly said from the other side of the door. I leaned against the concrete wall a few steps away and waited. The sink ran for a few seconds and Tilly emerged. She looked at me, but her eyes didn't quite meet mine. "You built this?" she asked. I nodded. "Everyone helped, though. You like it?" She turned to look through the open door, then back at me. Her lip trembled slightly and she blinked several times. Finally, she nodded. Her eyes settled on the floor and she walked past me and back to her partition. I used the bathroom and washed up, thinking as I did that we needed to get some kind of storage cabinet in here so that everyone could keep some personal hygiene items on hand. Nissi was already waiting for me when I slipped past my curtain. She had pulled back the covers on the bed and lay there naked. Her fingers teased her pussy in slow circles. "There you are," she said. "I had to get started without you." My arousal, already at a low burn, flared to life at the lascivious vision before me. Nissi never paused in her self-ministrations. "I wonder if Tolkien ever imagined such a thing," I said, as I unbuckled my belt. "Probably," Nissi said. "Men are barbarous pigs who only think about one thing. Now hurry up and get your pants off before I rip them to shreds." I did undress faster, but not for the threat to my clothing. Naked, I leaned over and gave her a kiss. She returned it eagerly, biting my lip, though not hard enough to hurt. "I want your cock, not your tongue," she said. I was only too happy to agree. I knelt at the edge of the bed and she took me in her mouth without hesitation. I sighed as pleasure radiated out into the rest of my body. Her moan of delight was muffled, which turned me on even more. When she released me a moment later, I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. "Fuck my mouth," she breathed. I had never have a woman ask for that before, and it took me a moment to realize what she wanted. I grasped her by the hair at the nape of her neck and pressed my cock to her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth to let me inside and I began to thrust slowly back and forth. She moaned again and her fingers moved more urgently over her clit. I maintained that languid pace for a time until she grabbed the base of my cock long enough to gasp a single word, "Harder." I responded by gripping her hair more tightly and ramming my cock into her. I had been concerned at first that she might gag, but whether through experience or some feature of her anatomy, she took the length of it easily. I knew though, that if I continued at this pace much longer, I was going to come, and this time I wanted to make sure that Nissi was taken care of first. "Stay right there," I told her. I swung my leg over to straddle her head and lowered myself so that I was parallel to her body. She guided my cock back into her mouth and my tongue sought the warm, wet cleft between her legs. It felt a bit awkward at first, but quickly found my rhythm, plunging my cock deeply into her mouth as I licked and sucked the lips of her pussy. This new sensation distracted her enough that I was able to moderate the pace of my fucking and allow my arousal to recede somewhat while hers soared. In no time at all, her body stiffened and I heard the muffled sound of her moaning in ecstasy. I slowed my pace just enough to hold her at the edge a few moments longer, so that when her climax finally came, it was that much stronger. I stopped my movement to let her ride out the waves of pleasure wracking her body. As her orgasm began to fade, Nissi sucked fiercely at my cock once more. I let her suck it for a time, and she made a disappointed sound when I climbed off. "Do you mind...I mean, do you like to do it from behind?" I asked. She casually flipped herself over, putting her petite bottom up in the air and settling her chest against the bed. "I do like me some doggy style," she said, and wiggled her hips in invitation. Now how could I resist that? I climbed up behind her, pausing a moment to kiss the flawless, satiny smooth skin of her ass before I maneuvered in close. It took me a moment to get the positioning right, but no sooner had the head of my cock found the warm, soft lips of her pussy than she pushed back, letting her breath out all at once in a soft cry when it went deep inside her. "That feels fantastic," I said and rocked very slightly as she pushed back against me. I had never been with a woman so sexually open before. I felt freed from the usual anxieties of being with a new partner. It felt like nothing was out of bounds, like she and I could do anything together. "You should feel it from my end," she said. I grabbed hold of Nissi's hips and began to ride her. She responded by moving along with me, my opposite but perfectly in sync. I tried to go slow, to draw things out, but very soon, the front of my legs and my waist were slapping hard against her ass and the backs of her thighs, and she was wailing in pleasure and matching the force of my strokes with her own. My orgasm built with surprising slowness but I knew it would not be much longer. "I'm going to come soon," I said. Nissi responded by thrusting a hand under her body and between her legs. I could feel her fingers fluttering over her clit each time my cock sank into her, and her wails grew even louder and more urgent. My orgasm broke over me in a wave, shooting up my thighs and spreading up my back. I continued to thrust into Nissi as electric heat coursed down the length of my cock, and before my own orgasm had waned, Nissi came as well. Her legs shook as her pussy fluttered and pulsed around me. I slowed, but did not stop until the raw ache of post-orgasm forced me to. Nissi was still moaning and shaking, and when I withdrew from her, her legs slid out straight. She melted, gasping, into the bed, completely spent. I lay on my side next her her, an arm across her back and cupping one cheek of her ass, completely satisfied and at ease. Our breathing gradually slowed and Nissi came back from wherever it was she had gone. Her hair had fallen across her face and she brushed it back with a laugh. "That was amazing," she said. "Better than last time." "I liked it too," I said and kissed her cheek. "I'm glad I have you." "I think--" Nissi began and stopped. She breathed in and out and spoke again. "I think maybe I could fall in love with you." I felt a knot of worry form in the pit of my stomach. The words both excited and terrified me. I didn't know what to say, so I just stroked her bare skin and kissed her shoulder. Nissi took another breath. When she spoke, she sounded distressed. "I mean, I know that the agency could send either one of us away at any time and we'd never see each other again, but if, somehow, we could make this work..." "Shh," I said. "Let's not think about that yet. Let's just enjoy what we have, okay? Take it one day at a time." "Yes, of course," she said. "You're right." Had I felt her stiffen slightly at my words? I sensed that I had said the wrong thing, or at least, not the right thing, but that was how I felt. Thinking about the future filled me with dread and uncertainty. I had to live for the present. "I'd better get back to my room," Nissi said, and disentangled herself from me. I watched her get dressed, neither of us saying anything for a time. "Nissi, did I say something--" "Forget it," she said. "I meant what I said. You're right. I want something that I can't have. That doesn't mean I can just stop wanting it. Let's just pretend I never said anything, okay?" I climbed into bed and lay back, feeling by turns confused, ashamed, and aggravated. "So what does she want?" I asked out loud. "She doesn't want to be alone." I sat up in bed, casting about for the source of the sound. I realized that it had been Tilly who had spoken. "What are you," I asked, unable to control my irritation, "the fucking oracle of Delphi?" I immediately regretted my words. "God, I'm sorry, Tilly, that was wrong of me. I, uh, I appreciate the advice." She didn't speak to me again and I mentally kicked myself. I had been feeling so proud of myself earlier, and now I had to go and make an ass of myself to two different women in the span of a few minutes. Sighing, I picked up "Dreadnought" and began to read, knowing it would be awhile before I could start to think about sleep.

Title: Ch 2 - Battle, Aftermath, Love Blossoms by Polar Bare Tags: Bathing, Character Development, Fox, Generation Gap, Love, Lynx, Military, Plot Development \-= Complete and Total Disclaimer of all Responsibility for what YOU do =- If you aren't mentally mature enough to read about various forms of sex, then go away. I don't care what your physical age is - legality varies widely, anyway. If you're too repressed/undeveloped to be reading about sex, why are you here? This story not intended for use during operation of nuclear facilities, aircraft navigation/communication systems, submarine vessels, nuclear weapons, sharp pointed objects, or any other hazardous activity in which failure could lead to death, injury, property damage, environmental damage or lawsuit. All natural; No preservatives; 98% Fatuity-free. Close cover when striking. Practice safe sex ... practice, practice, practice - until you get it right. ¤º°'°º¤Ø,¸,ؤº°'°º¤ Final Edit. Deepest gratitude, thanks and hugs to those faithful readers who spotted typos/errors and emailed me. ¤º°'°º¤Ø,¸,ؤº°'°º¤ Battle, Aftermath, Love Blossoms ¤º°'°º¤Ø,¸,ؤº°'°º¤ First Week, Summer 1, Year 1580 Groaning, Isaac gazed in the mirror. His face should have been nice and round, like any normal lynx. He snorted - instead he was beginning to look like a siamese cat. He'd lost so much weight he was getting gaunt. What was he going to do about this, about his ever-growing desire for Samuel? How was he going to get his good sense back? He'd been visiting Samuel almost every day, taking him to meals and entertainment sometimes, sometimes just going for a walk or fooling around in a park. Well, whatever he was going to do, he would have to do it next week. Right now, he had to report for his bi-monthly week of active service with the Border Guard. \~=\~ A well-built mature lynx strode up to the taller cougar who was standing by the boarding ladder of a zeppelin airship. The lynx was in Naval uniform: grey canvas-like breeks with a half-dozen buttoned pockets, tight-fitting long grey tunic (which showed off his muscular chest and arms well) buttoned up the side, white leather belt with pistol-holster and saber-scabbard dangling, black shiny leather boots, and a soft light-blue cap with a pin representing a pair of golden gullwings on the front. He briskly walked straight up to the cougar (who was dressed identically, save for his cap being dark-blue and bearing a pair of golden gullwings with a star centered on them instead) and came to the position of Attention. "Senior Pilot Lieutenant Isaac Tufts reporting for duty, Commander Sage," he said in a heavily-dignified, solemn voice, smartly clapping his right paw to his chest in salute. "Very good, Shags. Don't know what we would do with the old girl without your, um, masterful steering," grinned the cougar. "Oh, doubtless end up either on the wrong border or skewered on a tree. Remember, I've seen your shaved attempts at trying to drive." "Hmph. Smart-rump." "Ser yes ser - very smart - and the best pilot of the best airship in the best Navy in the world. Serving under an adequate commanding officer ..." Isaac ducked as Commander Sage took a half-hearted swing at him. "Now, boss, you know what happened the last time you tried to hit me," he chided his long-time friend and superior officer. "Only because you pulled a trick on me - you should have been on your butt on the mat instead of me." "Well, y'know, after thirty, bodies start to wear out and slow down. Older furrs shouldn't be entering physical combat matches; they're better off doing something like playing chess." "Alright, alright, enough shite, Shags. Here's the patrolling order for this run." The Commander waved over the others of the airship's crew. Everyone huddled around the plotting board as he showed them the route, waystations and particular points of interest assigned to the Council Air Ship Broken Claw. \~=\~ Her motors purring comfortingly like a huge cat, the CAS Broken Claw lifted off and soared to its cruising altitude, then floated off on its way. After less than two days, the airship reached its southernmost waystation and commenced gliding along the border. Three very boring days passed ... "I hate this," Tufts announced. Commander Sage turned toward him. "Anything in particular you hate, Lieutenant?" "I hate trying to see where I'm steering us to when we're in the middle of one of the thickest cloudbanks I can remember," groused the pilot as he strained to peer out the forward window. "Well, since we don't have some magical gadget to let us see better than with our eyes, you'll just have to carry on. That's what we have lookouts for. Please try not to run into any of those 'granite clouds', Shags." The lynx just snorted and laid his tufted ears back flat at the very suggestion. "Engines are working perfectly, Commander Sage," reported Chief Engineer Slytherington, an alligator in the same sort of uniform as the two other officers, but with so many layers of woolen underwear, woolen shirts and woolen sweaters bundling him up under the uniform that Commander Sage once suggested it would be easier - and friendlier - to just stuff an entire sheep inside his clothing. It was cold duty in an airship - those Sailors from the cold-blooded species who volunteered for it were well-thought-of. "Hope so. We're liable to see some action this trip, and it would be a pity if we had to just hang there to give those damned Southerners target practice." "Never happen. We're too good. And they are just a pack of crawlers and squawkers." Commander Sage blinked rapidly. "Um. In case you haven't noticed, Chief Slytherington ... you are a lizard, too." "Yeah, but I am a Northern lizard - born and raised in the Great Divide Range," the Chief Engineer grinned. "Them? Shaving flatlanders. They only have anything better than donkeys because the Island Confederation keeps them supplied with modern equipment. That they break," he snorted, flicking his tongue out to its maximum length. A sudden scream came from the Port Lookout as he crumpled at his post. "That could be - WHATTHEYIFFWASTHAT?!" The sound of bullets ringing off the gondola armor was loud enough to hurt their ears. "We been drygulched!" "Yeah - glad now we added that new armor you bitched about? No matter what it weighs?" Chief Engineer Slytherington didn't even try to answer - he was diving for the ladder from the Bridge, getting back to the engineroom where his battlestation was. "Pilot Tufts! Get me some altitude!" "Aye-aye, ser. Already rising, Commander. Look - there they are." The enemy airship was sweeping toward the Broken Claw at maximum speed, the DALA gunners firing madly, attempting to take the most advantage of their surprising the CAS airship. The two airships went into a slow dance, each attempting to get the best firing angle on the other while keeping their own airscrews shielded by the gondolas. There was no way for an airship to do anything quickly. Since it was impossible to do both perfectly, both Bridge crews had to frequently wince as slugs zinged in. There came another scream of pain as the CAS Port Wing Gunner took a heavy-caliber rifle bullet through his chest. He dropped and lay unmoving as his blood made winding trails across the deck in response to the constantly changing speed and angle of the Broken Claw. This maneuvering went on for two hours, with each crew doing its best to sharpshoot the Bridge windows of the enemy or to damage the enemy's airscrew enough to disable the other airship. It was like nothing so much as a slow, three-dimensional dance between two buffalo - there were only so many maneuvers an airship could use against another airship. Pilots called it "the dance of death." Finally, the Southerner broke off and fled south. The Broken Claw couldn't follow, as they had no doubt that the Desert Alliance of Lizards and Avians had plenty of anti-air weapons just south of the border. It would delight them to be able to bring down a Northern airship and claim an "invasion." This was nothing new to the CAS crew - it was the usual pattern. Whenever a Council airship managed to knock a DALA airship to the ground, the Southern crew all suicided. Analysts couldn't decide if it was because they had been thoroughly terrified of what Council interrogators would do to them, or if they were more afraid of what the Alliance would somehow do to them if they didn't. The DALA airship crews (always all-avian) always seemed very poorly-uniformed to the CAS crews. However, their fighting equipment was right up-to-date and efficient. Of course, none of that was made in DALA, it all came from the Island Hegemony off the southeast corner of the continent. \~=\~ Upon the airship's return to its base, the crew assembled in two lines on the ground at the base of the main ladder from the gondola. Commander Sage had signaled the loss of the two crewfurrs to the ground during the landing approach. They came to Attention and saluted as the bodies of their two dead crewmates were carried down and over to the waiting morgue wagons. There was total silence in respect for the lost Sailors. Even the wagondrivers were hushed. After that, as per routine, everyone had to immediately go see the debriefing officer. This occupied them for about three hours, then they were turned loose to clean up. The debriefing Intel officer, a pantheress Commander, said, "It's a shame we lost Gunner Sanders and Airfurr Grace back to the All. On the other paw, I'm delighted that we had no other serious injuries, just assorted bruises and a few small cuts. However, the Broken Claw definitely needs to be repaired by the base. That's going to take some time, so ... you Regulars all have forty-eight hours off. Go do something debauched. You Reserves are excused from the rest of the week's duty ... IF you have your paperwork all caught up." Chief Engineer Slytherington snorted and snapped his jaws, an impressive sight when a five-foot-tall gator does it. Several of the smaller furrs took an involuntary step backward away from him. Everyone knew he was a respectable being, but there were stories about when furrs picked fights with him in bars ... "Oh yes. Sure. Right. Leave the Claw to the gentle ministrations of those, those groundlings! Not until Cactus City freezes over. Not their hides on the line. Anyone wants me, I 'll be at the shops." \~=\~ As Isaac stepped out of the headquarters building into a gloriously-sunny Summer late afternoon, he was almost knocked off his feet by a flying red missile. "Oh All, oh All, Isaac! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you ... Did they ..." "Whoa, whoa - hey, Samuel, what's all the fuss? Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine. What are you doing here?" He was enveloped by a sobbing young tod. Samuel had his legs and tail wrapped tightly around Isaac's legs, his arms clenched around Isaac's torso, his face buried against Isaac's chest. "I - I called to ask about next Onedy and they said that ... and I thought you might have been killed and they wouldn't tell me anything and there wasn't anything in the news and then they wouldn't tell me and I thought you were killed and when I got here I saw the wagons and I thought ..." The tod was weeping bitterly, his tears pouring out, soaking Isaac's blouse. He was shaking so hard, Isaac did not dare pry him loose - Samuel probably would have immediately collapsed. "Hey, hey, Samuel. I'm fine. Honest I am. The crawlers didn't even come close." With great difficulty, he took three steps back to a concrete bench by the walkway. Carefully sitting down, he put his paws under Samuel's rump and lifted him into his lap. It brushed through his mind how much nicer it would be to do that if they were both naked. Instead, Samuel was wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt with "Go Navy" printed on it. The tod's face was squinched up, his eyes still watering, his ears so flat against his skull that they almost disappeared into his headfur. His tail tucked completely up between his legs, covering his belly up to his chest. "I was so scared you were ... were killed," the young tod wailed. His face plastered against Isaac's chest again. He sobbed as though his heart was broken. "Why, Sam, you care that much?" Isaac marveled - no-one since his mother and father died had been so concerned about him. "Well, yes! I don't have anyone else! No-one will even talk to me at school - a lot of them think it was somehow my fault Dad was executed and the others just don't care about knowing me," the tod blubbered. "You're - you're my only friend, and I couldn't stand it if I lost you." "Here, wipe your eyes and blow your nose," Isaac said, pulling his kerchief out and pressing it to Samuel's muzzle. [By the All,] Isaac thought, [how do I deserve this?] "Come on, Samuel, loosen up and relax. I'm fine. Honest. Not a scratch on this cat. As soon as you can walk, we'll go have dinner. I have forty-eight hours extra free time. We can go to a show or something." After Samuel gathered his wits, they walked to the public transit station. On the way to his apartment, he said, "I have to change clothes before we do anything. I've been in this same outfit all week and it's getting ripe." Samuel shyly tilted his head up. "I - I think it smells nice. It smells like you." "Heh. Well, yes, it certainly does. A lot of me. A lot of well-aged me. And you did try to push your muzzle clear through it. I think you may have dented my ribs," Isaac joked. He immediately regretted that, as shock and fear flared in Samuel's face. "No! I didn't, did I? I'm sorry I'm sorry ..." "No, no, relax - just a joke. But I really do want to peel these off and take a nice hot bath. Can you wait that long before we eat?" "Oh sure." \~=\~ Isaac's apartment was nothing fancy - just a place for a bachelor to keep his uniforms, his formal court-suits and his casual clothing. He didn't even have a couch, just three small armchairs in the main room. He'd covered the walls with framed photographs and pencil sketches of his now-deceased parents and of scenery he'd admired on his various trips for the Navy. His bed took up almost all the floor space in the bedroom. The kitchen was just barely big enough for a stove, sink and icebox. He did have a nice big bathtub, though - he'd never liked showers. He lowered himself into the hot sudsy water with a sigh. Despite what he told Samuel, he'd collected a few good bruises and strained muscles during the battle. Piloting an airship required maximum use of both arms and legs on the wheel, control levers and pedals. The linkages were all mechanical - no-one had come up with a reliable electrical control-system yet, and hydraulic lines were too vulnerable to damage. Stretching out to his full length of five-feet eight-inches (not including his ears), he sank into the soothing water until only his face and tufted ears were out. Closing his eyes, he just let himself float, feeling the nearly-scalding hot water soaking all the way into his fell. He let out a long drawn-out sigh of weariness. Suddenly, he started counting paws. [Okay, left paw is here ... right paw is here ... then what ...?] Opening his eyes, he found Samuel leaning over him, gently rubbing Isaac's chestfur with a sponge. "Wha-" "Well, I did thump you, so I thought I should try to make you feel better," mumbled Samuel, blushing but not withdrawing his paw. "But ..." "Please, Isaac, let me. I've wanted to do something for you for ever so long." Samuel's ears weren't perked up as usual - instead they were sticking out horizontally like little black wings. Isaac noticed Samuel's lips at the corners of his muzzle were pulled up, exposing a bit of his back fangs. [He's serious! He really does want to try to please me.] Tufts lay back and relaxed as the tod's strong fingers scrubbed hard at his matted, filthy fur. He almost fell asleep in the comforting hot water, but Samuel poked at him, making him roll over to where Samuel could scrub his backfur too. All good things must end though, so eventually Isaac climbed out of the tub to dry off. As he worked the rough towels over his body, he thought he noted Samuel paying surreptitious attention to what he saw. [Hmm ...] Once he had the bulk of the water out of his fur, he stepped into the furdryer cabinet and turned the hot-air fans on. When he came out, Samuel snickered. "What?" inquired Isaac, one eyebrow raising. "You, um, you ... well, you look like a tumbleweed!" "Never seen a dried cat before?" "No, never." The lynx tried to maintain his dignity as the young tod attempted to swallow his chittering laughter. "Harrumph. Impudent pup." When Samuel turned to open the bathroom door so they could leave, Isaac snapped his rump with one of the wet towels. Then he strode on into the bedroom, ignoring the outraged yelp. "It has been a disgustingly long week. I need to sleep on through until tomorrow morning. Do you think you can control your undignified noises until then?" "Is - is it really alright if I stay here?" "You did tell them at the Orphans' Hostel that you were coming to see me, didn't you?" "Yesser." "Then they won't worry. I'm too tired to eat. Are you tired enough to crash, too?" "Oh yes, Isaac." The tod's eyes were big at the thought of actually getting to stay at Isaac's home; he thought Isaac was the most wonderful furr who ever lived. They flopped onto the big bed. The lynx gave a yawn that seemed to start somewhere down around his toes. That set the tod off, and he yawned uncontrollably too. The emotional stress he'd been under when he thought his hero had been killed had drained him and left him exhausted. They fluffed pillows, pulled blankets over themselves, and were both asleep within minutes. In their sleep, the two furrs gradually moved closer and closer until they were snuggled together. Their dreams that night were happy ones, filled with memories of contentment.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, transformation Text: "This is such bullshit."Tia was the very definition of "statuesque," standing just over six feet and fantastically fit. Though as head of the college cheerleading team she would have to be, as well as a competent and firm, yet compassionate leader. At the moment her firmness was coming to the fore."Tia," one of the other cheerleaders said, "we drew straws. You lost."Worth mentioning is that the cheer team consistently maintained a minimum 3.0 GPA average, and Tia in particular had a 3.8 and built working Stirling engines in her spare time. So spare me your outrage, please."What's even the point of parades?" Tia retorted, folding her arms defiantly across her chest. "It's a bunch of people walking in front of other people when nobody even wants to be there.""True," another said, "but we've done it for the past thirty-three years and the Dean isn't about to stop now... and, you -did- lose."Tia scowled, hoping that by being imposing and defiant she could somehow bend reality to get her out of the situation she was in. She failed. "Fine," she sighed, uncrossing her arms. "Let's get this over with."One approached her with a large aerosol can, pulling off the plastic top before spraying her down. The substance was thick and clammy, soaking into her outfit and coating her skin. Tia grimaced as her clothes stuck to her, layers of the spray building up. "I hope this is worth-" She stopped, sputtering and blinking as the other cheerleader brought the can up to head level, covering her face and hair before stepping away. "Was that really necessary?!"She checked the can. "It says to cover everything so... yes. Make sure you keep your arms and legs spread."Tia did as she was told, shifting her stance and keeping her arms away from her sides. The clamminess faded, replaced by an unpleasant stickiness; she wiggled her fingers and toes to keep them from attaching to one another but that only seemed to make it worse. Rolling her shoulders, she noted a gradual stiffness in her body that spread to her limbs, making them harder to move. With no small amount of effort she managed to turn her head briefly, looking down at one arm to see the details and blemishes on her fading away as it took on a uniform color with an unnatural hue and sheen - not her skin tone, but a rubbery facsimile of it. Her fingers stuck together and, somehow, she felt her clothing no longer touching her skin. She tried moving a part of her body, any part, and none of it responded; she couldn't even blink, and any hopes of speaking disappeared when the corners of her mouth turned up in a wide grin and stuck that way. There was a quiet series of squeaks and creaks, and she was suddenly overcome by a bout of light-headedness, feeling her body very slowly tip backwards before someone effortlessly caught her.What she could only assume, others could plainly see: Tia was now a balloon, her cheerleading uniform printed on her rubbery body just as surely as her cheerful expression. Much to her dismay.As Tia contemplated the choices which lead her to this point, the others set about securing ropes around her ankles and wrists, ensuring that the loops could slide freely. She wondered what for, up until someone rolled a large tank of helium into view.Oh no, she thought. No, no, no no no...One of them uncoiled the hose, turning the knob on the tank a few times before giving the nozzle a tap, being rewarded with a burst of gas. She plugged it into Tia's navel, and Tia heard a hissing resonating inside of her as every part of her body began to stretch, her line of sight rising higher. The others watched her with a mixture of emotions as she grew to double her normal height, then turned their heads skyward as she felt her feet leave the ground.I'm floating? This is kind of nice, I- no, I shouldn't be... what was I thinking about, again?The cheerleaders took hold of the ropes as she ascended, pulling her into a face-down position overhead as the hose still piped gas into her. Every part of Tia swelled with helium, round and full but still human in shape even as she increasingly dwarfed them in size.So much gas, but more is coming in. So big. So... floaty.One of them looked up at Tia before turning to another. "How much bigger does she need to be?"The second checked the back of the aerosol can. "It says the average person takes an entire tank, so we'll let it drain before we walk her to the parade site."Parade? Parade sounds fun. Don't know what it is, but sounds fun.A gentle breeze buffeted her body, limbs swaying as she reached her full inflated size, longer than two cars put together. Her fit figure had been reduced to a series of bulging curves, her smile a foot wide. Her thoughts circled in a mantra - "fun, floating, floating, fun" - as the last of the helium filled her; the tank emptied and they trailed off, and were then no more.A cheerleader gave the hose a tug, freeing the nozzle from Tia's navel. Looking up at her she asked, "you think she's mad with us?"Another shrugged. "She -did- lose, and if she's worried about being embarrassed I don't think anyone is going to make the connection." She waved. "Come on, this stupid tradition isn't going to do itself."

Costume After Effects John heard the soft clop behind him. He tried to ignore it for a moment or two, but he could feel her eyes on him. Grabbing a piece of toast, he angrily smeared butter on it. “I’m still mad at you.” Wendy didn’t answer for a moment. “I know.” The room fell silent again, except for the scratch of the knife on the toast as John spread jam over the slightly burnt sourdough. “It’s not fair.” “I never said it was fair.” Wendy’s voice carried a soft level of rebuke, but at the same time he could hear the sadness in it. John knew she hadn’t meant to do this; it had just been a lark and he’d agreed to it. He shifted, his own hooves clopping slightly on the hard tiles of the floor. The hooves were bad enough, but they weren’t what upset him. “I can’t believe you talked me into that costume.” His tail swished. “Look, I said I was sorry, it just seemed like a great way to win the contest.” She shifted away from the wall, her hooves echoing in the small kitchen as she moved towards him. Reaching out she wrapped her arms around him, her hands clasping gently around his waist. John set down the toast and ran his hands over her arms. It was hard to stay mad. But he was. The costume had been a brilliantly made centaur costume. She’d insisted it’d be better if she were the front. Of course, it gave her a chance to show of her great tits, but she also argued she didn’t want her face stuffed in there if he let loose a fart. He'd been just as adamant about not wanting to have his head pressed into the crack of her ass all evening, but she’d just persevered and of course she won. Into the back end he’d gone. No one had told him the suit was magic. No one had bothered to warn him as his body had melded into hers. And certainly no one had said that he’d end up coming out of the suit a new gender. He could feel it down below. It was strange, not really the emptiness he’d expected, but different, most definitely so. He’d been furious when he’d woken up, their bodies unfused and his memory nearly non-existent. Wendy was gently rocking back and forth trying to console him. She’d apologized. She hadn’t realized that the magic would change his cock and balls out for a vulva. Certainly not a horse one. Not that it mattered when she was half horse herself. When they’d unmerged, both each had retained a lot of that equine shape. Her from the waist down, though she lacked the tail. But even now her body was slowly shifting back fully. Only her calves and feet still retained their magical shape. John had not been so lucky. He’d awoken to find he had a pair of small teats nestled above a very inhuman slit that dripped with desire. His tail and hooves, well he could have dealt with that. But finding his morning wood missing had just sent him into a panic. Five hours later and the fur was slowly receding from his hips, but all his vulva had done was take on a slightly more human shape. His teats had shrunk a bit too, but they weren’t gone yet. There was no sign of his cock. Worse, he was horny. “Talk to me. Please?” Wendy whispered in his ear. “I’m just having a hard time with this, okay. I didn’t expect to wake up with new equipment. I don’t even know how the party went.” John tried to remain angry, but his body was responding to her touch. There was a sense of his nearly human pussy still being slightly horse-like. It spasmed, opening and closing on its own, begging for something to fill it. “It was fun. We didn’t win though.” She let her mind drift to the night before. It’d been wild. To be honest, it’d gotten much wilder than she’d ever imagined it would have. She hadn’t expected the magic to turn her into a fully functioning centaur. The surprise came when she’d lifted her tail for an inspection by a curious guest and they’d promptly stuck their fingers into her dripping horse cunt. She’d almost lost it right there. She wasn’t sure how to let John know that she’d ended up having sex with several people who wanted the experience. She’d loved every minute of it, but clearly John couldn’t remember how good it had felt. She wasn’t sure she could tell him given how he’d responded when they awoke this morning. John gave an incredulous look that Wendy could see mirrored in the shiny surface of the toaster. “So I got a sex change for nothing?” “Well, not for nothing, I mean we did place. We got a nice gift card. It just wasn’t the cash.” Wendy tried to bury her face into his shoulders, hoping he’d forgive if he ever found out. “Oh, so I got a sex change so you could go to Williams-Sonoma?” There was a biting tinge to his voice on that. He was still upset. He gently pulled free of her embrace and grabbed his plate to go sit down for breakfast. She watched him. His hooves clopping on the floor, his tail swishing, revealing his slightly plump ass. She could just make out the swell of his vulva under the curve of his ass as he bent forward to set things on the table. “What?” He said as he turned to look at her. “It’s cute.” His face screwed up with confusion. “What’s cute?” “Watching you walk like that.” Wendy eyed him as he attempted to sit, having trouble with the tail that wouldn’t quite cooperate. “I don’t feel cute.” Wendy groped for words, trying to figure out how to ask for what she wanted when he clearly didn’t want anything to do with his new features. “I’m sure it will change back.” Crunch. John bit into his toast and chewed. “What if it doesn’t?” Wendy shrugged. “We make the best of it?” “We? Pretty sure this is on me.” John took another bite, chewing slowly while he stared out the window. “I mean,” Wendy stammered a moment, “there are, um, things that we’ve talked about, and well…” John’s eyebrow cocked up, “Wait, what?” “I told you I was interested in trying it with, you know, another woman and well, you’d been open to the idea.” Wendy said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. John still caught it. “I was thinking a threesome, you know, where I would get to enjoy having a bit of extra pussy in the bed too.” “Well, technically speaking you could now…” His reply was snappish. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” “But you could.” Wendy slipped up behind him, trying not to feel self- conscious about the sound of her hooves. She reached down his chest, feeling the small furry patch across his pecs. “I’m pretty sure I don’t.” He muttered. “Are you not even willing to try once? For me?” Wendy batted her eyes and pressed her breasts into his shoulder as she reached lower. Her nails grazing his navel. She could feel his stomach flutter under her touch. He’d already dropped the piece of toast he’d been eating. For a moment there was silence. Her fingers deftly moving her long nails across the small gap between his navel and the tiny mounts that still rose between his hips, crowned with those dark tips. She guessed they were basically nipples. She wanted to suck on them. “I, uh…” John couldn’t really find his voice as parts of him really wanted her to do exactly what she proposed. Parts of him that were clearly making a mess of the chair right now. He could feel her pillowy breasts up against the side of his head, a warm comforting feel. He desperately wanted to turn and lick and suck on the already hard nipples, but his mind spun as she dragged it downward as her nails slowly made their way to his tiny teats. They sprang to attention on the slightest hint of her touch. “Oh.” It just slipped out. “Are you sure, I can’t convince you?” Her voice turned sultry, her fingers now drifted a low as her arm could reach, the tips just barely nudging the edges of the small valley that would open for her. “I, uh.” There was no denying the pool of himself that he was sitting in now. His body warming in ways he’d never considered. He’d no idea that his body had already felt the touch of something inside, but in his mind her was untouched. The sensations were new. Overwhelming. His leg shook a little. She was winning. No. She’d won. Slowly she pulled him up to her side, letting him feel as she ran her fingers against the plumped lips that nestled between his legs. She could feel his tremors as she pulled them to the bedroom. She could smell his excitement. Her own juices were flowing now too. She slowly lay him down on the bed. Gently spreading his hips wide revealing the dark cleft of his. Wendy’s mouth almost watered. It was gorgeous, and already slick with her lover’s own juices. Gently she bent downward, slowly kissing from his navel down to those cute little teats that remained. She’d almost wished they’d stay, but already they were merging back into his body. A pity, she thought. But the real prize was that firm clit that bobbed slightly. Her tongue flicked out. She heard the gasp. Soon she would do more, but she wanted to go slow. Her fingers gently swirling around the soft flesh, feeling how warm and pliable it was. The soft stretchiness that welcomed her touch. She could see his vagina opening and closing, the dark skin still retaining some of its equine properties, but very much the lovely cunt of a human woman. A horny human woman. She dipped down in again, letting her tongue guide her. Slipping the tip against the soft folds, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. She worked her rhythm, feeling his legs tremor and hearing his soft moans as she moved about the folds. He tasted delicious. She slowly engulfed his clit with her lips, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. His back arched, she could feel his body tensing as she slipped a finger in, curling it against that spot she knew in her own body. He let out a cry, and fell backwards. “Oh, wow… I’m going to need a minute.” He panted. “Only a minute.” She said coyly, looking up at him. “You sure? I usually can’t go again that fast.” “Honey, I’m about to teach you how many times a woman can go.” Wendy smiled as she started to rub her fingers down his thighs again. It was all John could do not to scream. His limbs shook and his hands clenched the bedsheets as his wife slowly worked him over like he was one of her musical instruments. Deftly, delicate one moment, and savage the next. And his body ate it up. If he was still angry about his impromptu changes from the night before, he could no longer remember why. For her part, Wendy just grinned, enjoying every moment of watching her lover come hard from her touch. Just wait until I bring out the toys, she thought. He was going to get the full experience for as long as the magic lasted.

Title: Rory's Day At School by Panthera Tags: Cub, No-Yiff, Other/Herm, Spanking Rory's Day At School By : Panthera This story is not to be reproduced, copied, or otherwise published anywhere, in any way shape or form, without the express permission of the author. Rory normally liked going to school, but he was particularly looking forward to school today. He was wearing his brand new clothes that his mom had let him actually pick out himself. Rory liked everything he had on, his light blue T-shirt, a pair of black jeans, with a hole made in the back so his tail could sway freely behind him, and even a brand new pair of white shoes. This little tiger cub was particularly proud of himself and how he looked today. The sky was a little cloudy and steadily growing cloudier and cloudier. Rory hoped it wouldn't rain before he got to his school. He didn't want his brand new clothes to get all wet before everyone in his first grade class could see them. Luckily for him, he stepped into the door of his school just as the first few drops of rain began to fall. Before long it was raining steadily outside. Rory didn't like that. If the rain kept up for long, it would mean they would have to spend recess inside. He put that thought aside for now as he sat down in his seat and looked up at the teacher, a very nice, but large rhino named Mr. Hoon, though the class usually just called him Mr. Horn. Mr. Hoon called the roll call, and then began class for the day. Rory was a smart cub usually, and he listened and followed Mr. Hoon's directions well. Rory lost track of time as he went through math and spelling and reading and social studies. Next thing he knew, it was lunchtime. Mr. Hoon lined everyone up by the door. To his dismay, Rory found himself right in front of a lion cub named Steven. Rory knew Steven liked to see if he could get others into trouble, so for now he tried to just ignore him. To everyone's sadness, Mr. Hoon announced that because of the rain, they would be spending their recess inside. The entire first grade class was rather sullen as they walked to the cafeteria. They sat down and ate their lunch pretty quietly, and even though he was sitting next to Steven, Rory was happy to see he didn't try to do anything to get him in trouble. As they were walking back to their classroom, Rory suddenly felt someone from behind him grab onto his tail and give it a hard pull. Rory mewled out loudly with the pain and he turned around quickly to see Steven grinning at him and holding some orange and black hairs in his paw. Rory growled as best he could at Steven and smacked Steven's cheek hard. Next thing they knew, the two cubs were rolling around on the floor, growling, mewling and doing their best to scratch at each other. They wrestled around for a few minutes before Mr. Hoon and another teacher, an antelope named Mrs. Lewis, managed to pull the two cubs apart. Rory's new shirt had a tear on the shoulder and Steven had a bloody nose. Mrs. Lewis took the first grade class back to the classroom while Mr. Hoon took the two cubs to the principal's office. The principal was a large black panther named Mr. Elwin. Mr. Elwin was normally a very calm and caring p t someone else! No matter what they do to you!" The two cubs looked at each other a moment before looking back to Mr. Elwin. Mr. Elwin sighed again. "I have no choice but to punish you both for this fight. Steven, since you've been here so often already, I'll punish you first, and then you Rory. Get over here Steven. You already know the position." Rory watched in fear as Steven walked to the other side of Mr. Elwin's desk and dropped his pants and even his underwear. Mr. Elwin nodded his head and then grabbed the paddle off the wall. Rory frowned as he saw the paddle landing over and over on Steven's bottom, each time making a loud WHUMP!, and followed by the sound of Steven crying. After only a couple of minutes, Steven pulled up his underwear and pants and was sent to stand in the corner, still crying. Mr. Elwin nodded, "And now you Rory. Do the same as he did." Rory mewled sadly and walked to the other side of the desk and bent over it, getting into position. "And your pants and undies now Rory." Rory frowned and slid them both down to his knees. Next thing he knew, the wooden paddle was landing down on his bottom, leaving a long streak of fiery pain each time it landed. Rory found himself also crying after the first whack of the paddle, but Mr. Elwin continued, landing the paddle a total of ten times before he stopped. Rory had tears running down his cheeks as he pulled his pants and underwear back up, then went over to stand in the opposite corner. As both of the cubs stood there crying and softly rubbing their pained, lightly furred bottoms, they heard Mr. Elwin pick up the phone and call their parents. He kept the cubs standing there in the corners until their parents arrived. Rory's mom and Steven's mom arrived there at the same time. Mr. Elwin explained what had happened to them both, and Rory felt his mother's paws suddenly turn him around. She wasn' growling quite, but from her look, Rory knew he was in serious trouble. His mother drug him off and Rory just barely heard Steven's mom mention something about teaching Steven a lesson with a switch. As Steven stood there crying again, Rory was taken out into the car. His mom took off and said nothing, but she was growling the entire time she drove Rory home. She carried him into the house, walking quickly. She sat him down on a stool in the kitchen, making him cry a bit again as the pain on his butt was refreshed for him. She spent a good hour yelling at him and growling. As Rory looked down at his footpaws and listened, she pointed to his room and said one last thing. "Rory! I'm too mad to punish you myself! Get into your room and wait for your father! He'll be in with the belt as soon as he gets home for lunch!" Rory mewled sadly and ran off to his room. He laid down on his bed on his belly and tried not to think about the inevitable. Before long he heard his father's truck entering the driveway. Rory let out another sad mewl as he heard the door opening. Remembering his father's warning from last time, Rory went ahead and stripped out of all his clothes, even his underwear, and scooted down the bed, laying his legs over the side and leaving his bottom up in prime view. A moment later, his father walked in. Rory's father was normally even-tempered, but right now, Rory saw a look of only anger on his father's face. His father actually growled at him, a sound that made Rory's blood run cold. Rory caught a glimpse of the black leather belt and buried his muzzle into the bed sheets. His father looked down at him, growling still. "Rory! What you did was totally unacceptable! I plan to make extra goddamned sure you think twice before you start a fight again cub!" Rory barely had time to mewl in fear before he felt the sting of the belt land across his already red bottom, sending him into new tears and never felt before pain. The belt landed again across his butt. Rory yelled out in pain and cried out more tears than he ever had before into the bed sheets. The black leather belt never let up though. As Rory continued to cry, the sting made line after line of pain across his rump. After an eternity of hurting and pain, the belt finally stopped. Rory's father growled down at him. "Think about this cub! And you'll get another good belting tonight when I get home from work! I expect you ready for the belt again cub! We'll just see if you ever try to fight again!" Rory sniffled and tried to wipe the tears from his eyes with his paws as his father left. He stayed in that position, halfway bent over his bed, for a long while crying. Finally he got up and walked slowly and quietly to the bathroom. After relieving his suddenly full bladder into the toilet, he closed the door and frowned at the sight of his bottom. Even with his little bit of fur over his butt, his rump was still glowing bright red, with a few tiny welts running across it here and there. Rory sniffled and almost cried again at the thought of what he had coming to him later that evening. He went back into his room and moped around there. As time dragged by he played a little, finding himself not really in the mood to play. He looked outside, and even though it was still cloudy and raining, he could tell the evening was rapidly approaching. Rory really didn't feel like doing anything, so he hopped up onto the bed and got into his position again. A while later, after Rory had nearly dozed off a couple of times, his heart stopped as he heard his father's truck pull up again. Rory frowned and tried to brace himself as he heard his father's footsteps approaching. Rory was slightly relieved that he wasn't growling, but he was holding the belt. He stopped at the door and Rory looked up at him. Rory mewled out softly, "Dada?" His father stopped. "Yes Rory?" Rory took a breath, "I .. I'm sorry dada." "And why is that son?" "Be .. because I did something bad ... and I got into a fight and because you and mama said you don't want me to fight." His father's face brightened up suddenly and he almost smiled. "And Rory .. what would you do if someone else pulled your tail again." Rory thought a moment, then spoke up, "I get the teacher dada!" "And you wouldn't do anything to the fur yourself?" Rory thought for a long minute about this before he answered. "No dada. I not a teacher or a dada." His father finally did smile, "Do you want me to spank you again Rory?" Rory didn't have to think about this one. He shook his head quickly, "No dada! Not ever again!" His father smiled and rubbed his son's back softly. "How about you get dressed then? Your mom's making pork chops for dinner." Rory smiled and licked his lips, "An' applesauce and gravy too dada?" He chuckled and smiles, "Of course son. See you downstairs. Love you." Rory smiled brightly as he started to get dressed. "Love you too dada!" THE END

Title: Benefits Ch. 07 Tags: mila dyl, short stack, dyl mila, dyl, lining shot, worry hurt, time store, smile walked, fuck thinking, exact moment *All the events in the following story are completely and totally false. Every word presented is a word of fiction, because not one iota of it occurred. So in other words, this never happened, it's all fiction people.* "Sure you don't want me to go along with you Heesh?" I asked, helping Elisha with her packing. She was going to Canada for a week to visit her family. "I'm telling you Jake, I'll be fine," she said, planting a kiss on my cheek. "It's just for a week. Figured I'd drop by, see how everyone's doing." "Why can't I join you on this epic quest babe?" "Because I feel bad enough you've taken so much time off from your store already, I don't want you taking anymore. Besides, I want to ease them into the idea of me being with a guy who's not a total ass. I've run into a few of them, and the shock of me actually being with a nice guy might be too much for them." "All right. I'll accept that as your answer. But you will have to pay me back big time when you get back." "Well, I think I'll brainstorm some ideas, get with a think tank, then decide the best way to repay you for leaving you all on your lonesome for a week, you poor baby," she said, kissing me on the lips. "Besides, we still have tonight to spend together before I'm off." "You are correct my lady," I said, sweeping her up into my arms and laying her down her bed. "And since I figure Monopoly isn't the best way to send you off......." I put my face to her neck and started kissing her, leading with my tongue to meet her lips in another kiss. "Wait a second, I could have had Monopoly?" she asked. "What a gip!" She giggled as she kissed me again. "If it makes you feel any better, I had already called the race car," I said with a smile as she removed my shirt and threw it to the floor. I reached to her blouse and delicately began to unbutton and open it up. As soon as the unveiling was done, I helped her remove the blouse, and it soon joined my shirt one the floor of her room. Elisha soon turned the table, pushing me onto the bottom position. She straddled herself over my legs as she undid my belt, delivering her trademark smirk. Soon enough, my belt was unbuckled, the opening to my pants soon followed. She creeped up off the bed, and slowly slid my pants down, leaving me in boxers, which she also removed. I was gong to get up to join her when she signaled me to stay in position. She moved herself into her bathroom, her stereo remote in hand. The only thing I saw was her hand. She pressed a button on the remote, and "Crazy" by Aerosmith began playing. As soon as Steven Tyler uttered those words, 'C'mere baby', she was out, dressed in her bra, a white blouse, a pair of white cotton panties, and a fedora. The fedora was tilted, barely covering her face, but I could tell as soon as she spun and pointed to me, she was lip-synching this song. She started moving her hips to the song, twirling herself as completely as she could around her bedpost. She faced me from the front of the bed, and undid her bra, twirling it in the air and throwing it towards me, a smile crossing her face. She kept the blouse closed over her breasts, only allowing teasing peaks, small giggles escaping her lips with every flash. She turned her back to me, and slowly began to slink the blouse of, showing me her smooth back, her wicked smile meeting my eyes. Slowly, the shirt completely fell to the floor, but she quickly drew one of her arms over her breasts and used the other to bring her hand to her face in a feigned look of shock. She quickly turned her back to me again, and started to move her hips back and forth to the drum beat, her thumbs looped around her panties, slowly edging them down. Soon, they were completely down. She lifted them up and tossed them to me from over her shoulder. She turned her head around and gave me a sly wink, and she then threw the fedora towards me. Unfortunately, she didn't take into account that the hat had almost frisbee qualities, and beaned me in the eye. "Oh my God baby," she said, dropping the stripper act and running to me. "I'm so sorry." "Don't worry, doesn't hurt that much," I said, kissing her deeply. "You sure?" "Definitely. Now, not to sound too pig like, but may we continue with where we were going?" She gave me a smile and continued kissing me. She got on top of me, and slowly lowered herself onto my dick. She let out a soft moan as I was all the way in her. She moved her hands to mine, and grasped them hard as she began to ride me. She leaned over to kiss me, licking my lips as she moved her head away. I leaned upwards and took one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on her nipple, as she raked her nails across my back. I lifted her slightly to a new position, her on bottom now. I cradled the sides of her head with my hands as I began to slowly thrust into her. She moved her head to the side and licked the palm of my hand as I began to move into her faster. She propped herself up on her arms and we moved into a sitting position. I reached under and cupped her ass as I began to thrust harder into her, sweat dripping onto her toned stomach as I began to get closer to my orgasm. I reached a hand in between us and began to frig her clit as best I could, getting a definite good response from her, a deep moan emanating from her mouth. She put her arms around my neck as she began to meet me for every thrust, grinding against me in random sections. She removed her arms from around my neck and placed them behind her, leaning on them as I held onto her, thrusting into her. I moved my right hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, our faces staying close for the duration of our activity. Our eyes locked on one another. Eventually, it happened, but different this time. We reached our peaks at the exact same moment. No delay between us. As she hit her orgasm, I hit mine. At the exact moment her pussy clamped down, I shot my cum into her. She laid her head onto my shoulder, both of us resting in the afterglow of it all. "I love you Jake," she whispered into my ear. "Love you too Elisha," I replied. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Let me check, I got my rabbit's foot, my lucky penny," Elisha mumbled as she was getting her things together for her trip. "I think I'm good to go." "Then let's get going my lady," I said, opening the door for her as we walked out. After she locked her door, we hopped into my car. "I swear babe, I have never seen anyone with so many good luck charms and rituals for getting on a plane," I said to her. "Walking on the plane right foot first, I mean come on, that sounds like a bit too much of fear of sense." "You're one to talk Crackerjack," she said with a smirk. "What is it your mom says you used to do before any plane ride to visit your uncle? Recite the Green Lantern oath of duty?" "Hey, now that's legit. I figure JUST IN CASE it's real, I'm at least safe." "I swear, you are SO lucky I think your dorkiness is sexy," she giggled, kissing me on the cheek. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I gave Elisha a grand goodbye kiss at the gate, and then left to meet Dyl at the store. After the initial shock of the thought of him and Mila together, it soon faded. I was actually kind of happy for him. She seemed receptive to it, and Dyl was pretty happy, so any concern faded form my mind. I was happy, Mila was happy, my little world was safe. As I walked into the store, I got the picture of Dyl and Mila making out on the counter. And again rose the green-eyed monster, and I ain't talkin' the Hulk. "You know, I think its against policy to act out the Kama Sutra," I said loudly, startling Dyl enough to fall on the floor. "I mean, Dr. Seuss would certainly be more family friendly." "Hi there buddy," Dyl said, partially disappointed. "You might try knocking first next time." "You know I would, but A: its my store, and B: we're open." "Oh yeah.......," he replied, composing himself a bit. "Well, I need to be going anyway," Mila said, hopping off the counter and kissing Dyl on the cheek. "Need to be back on set. See you two around. And remember Dyl, you're taking me out tonight." "Who'd forget something like that?" he said with a smile as she walked out the door. Oddly enough, Mila barely even gave me a wave as she exited. I went behind the counter and gave a smug look to Dyl. "What?" he asked defensively. "You don't waste any time do you?" I asked with a smirk. "You're one to talk. How long was it before you got in Elisha's pants?" he asked "You're lucky you're my buddy, or I'd take that as implying that my girlfriend is easy." "Me? I'd never be so bold unless I was sure I could kick your ass." "As long as we understand each other," I said with a laugh. "But seriously man, I'd try and take it slow with Mila, because if you hurt her, I will rip off your sack and make you where it like a clown nose." "Hey, I thought you were over her." "I am, but she's still my best friend, and I don't want her hurt." "Dude, don't worry, I won't hurt her." "All righty then." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The day had ended , and I was back at my place. Usually, I could call up Elisha and just hang around with her. But her being in Canada made that a bit tough. I felt nervous about even calling her. This week was about her spending time with her family, so I didn't want to get in the way. But I was alone, and bummed out. I would call Laura to hang out, but she was busy. Mila and Dyl were on their date. Essentially, I was completely bummed out and lonely. It was only 9:00, but I figured I might as well pack it in for the night. I was about ready to head for the bed when a knock came upon my door. I went to answer it and saw Mila. She was dressed semi casually, black spaghetti strap shirt and a red skirt. She looked good. "What's up, shouldn't you be with Dyl?" I asked, a bit perplexed. "Date ended a bit early, he some bad sea food and decided to pack it in," she replied. "So I figured I'd drop by and keep my buddy company while his best girl was out of town." "How nice of you Short Stack. I was about to pack it in, but why not? Let me get some jeans and a shirt on, we'll go bowling." "Sounds great." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Something started bothering me as soon as we got in the car. Mila began talking about Dyl, and how great he was. The old jealousy began to stir up again, and fought to the surface EVERY TIME I tried to suppress it, worse than ever. This shouldn't have mattered to me. I loved Elisha, every part of me knew that. But the jealousy. Could Dyl really be as great as she was playing on? Why the Hell did this bother me so much, my two closest friends were together, and happy. Why couldn't I accept Mila being with someone else? The most troubling thing was no matter how much I kept an image of Elisha in my head, it wouldn't stay. The jealousy made me wipe it away. "Jake, let me ask you a serious question," Mila said as I was lining up a shot. We had decided to skip bowling and shoot some pool when we arrived at the bowling alley. "What's up Wonder Girl?" I asked as I hit the cue ball, sinking targeted solid 5 into the corner pocket. "What made you fall for Elisha?" "What brings this question up?" "Just wondering." "Well, if you must know Kunis, I don't know. Something happened that night we went to the concert. I don't know what. Probably had a lot to do with the week we spent hanging out before the show, but something happened, something clicked in me. I saw her in a new light, and I guess the same happened to her. From there, it just all happened. I know I love her, if that's what's you're wondering." "I'll accept that I guess," she said, lining her shot up. "Now my turn Shortie," I said. "What do you see in Dyl?" "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, leaning on her cue stick. "You've known him for as long as I have. He's Dyl. Why date him now?" "Why do you care?" "I don't, but you got to ask about me and Heesh, so its only fair to balance this out." "Well, if you must know, there's an odd quality about him. Something at least piques the interest." "Yeah, but his Muppet impression isn't exactly what I call "sexy personified"," I replied. "Oh, and complete memorization of every Batman story ever is?" she asked sarcastically. "Elisha thinks it's a cute quirk." "So why can't I think the same about Dyl?" "I don't know, because he's...he's Dyl." "And that's bad? He's your friend." "Yeah, but he's DYL. His idea of a romantic night is eating frozen pizza over a viewing of "Debbie Does Dallas"." "He's not that bad," Mila said, going back to her shot. "Why do you care anyway?" "I don't but since it's Dyl, it boggles the mind so much," I replied. "Right up there with Sasquatch, the Loch Ness Monster, and Paulie Shore's fame." "You're being a little harsh," she said, sinking her ball into the side pocket. "That's because I know him better than you do, and I'm pretty shocked he went for you. No offense Short Stuff, but you're not so much his type." "How so?" "Well, you're not a skank for one." "And what else?" "You're a bit too smart. But hey, if you two crazy kids like each other, who gives a crap?" "Glad you see it like that." "Besides, he's almost like me, without the charm and wit." "Hardy har wise-ass. I'm so not hung up on you." "Sure, sure. But in all seriousness, good luck with him. Hope it works out." "Thanks Superboy, I knew you'd come through." "Wait a minute there Short Stack," I said. "SuperBOY? I'm all SuperMAN." "Well in these duo-colored eyes, I see a little boy, unless you can disprove me." "That a challenge Ms. Kunis?" "Well duh, Mr Mind." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* BY the time midnight rolled around, Mila and I had burst through my door, our tongues intertwined in a deep kiss. I don't know what happened. I had beaten her in the game of pool. We had gotten into my car. And somehow, along the way, something snapped, Maybe it was the dress, maybe it was the whole issue with Dyl rising to the surface again, but whatever it was, combined with my loneliness, I began to do something very stupid that could potentially ruin the most important thing in my life. But at the moment, that wasn't even on my mind. I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist. We looked into each others eyes. I saw no love or tenderness, and neither did she. We both saw simple lust, a call which we both had to answer. I leaned in to her face once again to receive another savage kiss. As that one broke, she nibbled fiercely on my bottom lip. I reached my hand into her skirt and felt the wetness on her panties, and swiftly tore them off, getting a yelp followed by a wicked smile from Mila. Mila reached down between us and undid my belt and pants. She pulled my underwear down as best she could. I reached a hand down to help them down the rest of the way, leaving my stick prick out in the open air. I wasted no time in lifting her up and impaling her on my cock in a swift motion, getting a loud groan to come from her, a simple grunt of satisfaction from myself. Her pussy felt incredible. Insanely tight and warm. Better than I had imagined for all these years. I cupped her ass as I began to thrust hard against her, slamming her body into the wall. I took the straps of her shirt down with my teeth, and went to her breasts, sucking on her brown nipples like a beast, nibbling them like a savage. No words were being said between us. The only noises to be heard were groans, grunts, and the slapping of flesh together. The occasional obscenity came out as well. Soon enough, I tired of this position, and lowered her down and moved her to the couch, where I bent her over and entered her roughly from behind. I grabbed onto her shoulders and began to thrust away. If this was any other time, if I was any other set of mind, I'd care if I was causing discomfort, but the animal inside me just wanted her, and vice versa. Though from what I could tell, she was very into what was going on, with her groans getting much louder, and she pushing herself back to meet me for every thrust. She threw her head back in pleasure, and gave me her cool stare of lust again, urging me to push harder, give everything I had. I obliged. I moved my hands to her hips and thrust in harder then before, the wet slapping getting louder and louder, sweat running down my face, dripping on her back. I leaned over and started tobite on her neck and back, trailing every movement with my tongue. I moved one of my hands to her face, pulling hers toward mine to connect in another savage kiss, once again broken with her nibbling on my lips, soon replaced by nibbling on my fingers. Soon enough, her orgasm hit her, the pure lust of the act getting to Mila. Her pussy clamped down hard, and with an almost primal growl, she came. I was close, and at any other time in any other mood, I would have come inside her, but I not this time, not now, not here. I pulled out and spun her around, putting my cock in her face, slick with her juices. I put it to her mouth, which she eagerly accepted, bobbing up and down faster and faster, bringing me to my eventual boiling point With a grunt, I pulled out of her mouth and shot all over her face, the first few shots spraying her forehead and the bridge of her nose. The rest dripped and oozed out on to her outstretched tongue. By the time I was finished, cum was dripping from her chin to her breasts. She swallowed what I had left on her tongue and took my sensitive prick into her mouth, cleaning me off. But now that the act had been completed, the euphoria had passed. The lust had passed. The guilt took over. What had I just done? \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The morning had come. I didn't get any sleep. The guilt I felt over what I had done wouldn't allow it. Mila had left last night with a simple kiss on the cheek and a giggle, like nothing wrong was done. But I had screwed over one of my closest friends and the woman I loved. I was scum. Lower than scum. I was a Hollywood film producer. There was only one thing I could do in my head to alleviate this guilt, or at least attempt to. I had to call Elisha, tell her what happened, and hope she would forgive me. I couldn't keep this from her. I picked up my phone and dialed her cell. "Hello?", Elisha said, her voice as if she was concentrating over the line. "Elisha, its Jake," I replied. "Oh hi sweetie," she replied, her voice changing almost instantly. "What's up baby?" "I have something I need to tell you." "Okay, but is it going to be a long something? I don't want to be a bitch, but I'm on the way to lunch with some friends and family. Big reunion dealy. Can it wait? Maybe till I get back?" "Yes," I said. "It can wait. I love you." "I love you too babes." I'm scum. Fucking scum. Scum that lacks testicles. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I called in sick to work every day that week. I couldn't face Dyl, not after what I allowed to happen. Not after what I did. And if I thought that was tough, what was I going to tell Elisha? What had I fucking done? A few weeks ago, EVERYTHING was right. Now this. One fucking mistake, and I could lose it all. I called Elisha once more to tell her to come to my house straight from the airport. At around 7:00, a knock came to my door. I answered, and surprisingly Mila was at the door. "What's up Dork Knight?" she asked, as if nothing had happened. "Are you gonna let me in?" "Actually, no, Elisha's coming over," I replied. "She and I have something big to talk about." "Ah," she said, forcing her way inside the house. "So you're going to tell her what happened I'm guessing." "Yes. I have to." "Um, why? Do you want to lose her? Did I knock something loose in your head?" "Because it's the right thing to do Mila. You should tell Dyl. Or I will. What we did was wrong. Wrong to do to the people we care about." "You talk about it like it wasn't enjoyable. I know I enjoyed it, and though all I heard form you were grunts and growls. I'm fairly sure you enjoyed it as well." "Carnal enjoyment isn't the point Mila. The point is emotional attachment. I don't have the same feelings for you as I do Elisha." "Meaning?" she asked, a hint of anger in her voice. "I love Elisha more than anything. You're my best friend. A friend I had unresolved feelings for, but none of the feelings were really love." "That's what you say. But if that was SO true, then why did you fuck me? Why did you risk this "great relationship" if you didn't have some doubt about that?" "You wanna know why? I'll tell you. Plain and simple. Leftover lust. That's ALL it was, and its never, NEVER, going to happen again." Saying this seemed to really set Mila off. Her face contorted in anger. An almost Jekyll/Hyde transformation. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! You think you can just fuck me with no repercussions? You think it's so fucking simple?" "No, I don't. But I was caught in a weak fucking moment. And I think you were too, if you really are so fucking ga-ga over Dyl." "Strange how you bring him into this, isn't it?" she asked harshly. "No, its not," I replied. "If you cared for him, you'd at least feel bad, but I don't sense a damn bit of regret in you, not at all." "Maybe that's because what we did wasn't wrong. I think a piece of you knows that." With that, she approached me and forced a kiss on me, one I did not return. Rather, I pushed her to the couch, a move that she her reply to was a simple giggle. "You do like it rough don't you?" "Get out of here, right now," I ordered here sternly. She simply got up with that same smile and walked out. "See you around Jakey," she said with a smirk as I slammed the door in her face. What the Hell had come over her? What the fuck was she thinking? As I sat down to sort things out in my head, Elisha walked through the door. "Hey Jakey," she said, walking towards me and kissing me on the cheek. "I just saw Mila drive off. You two have some fun while I was gone?" "Elisha, I need to tell you something," I said, shrugging off the statement. "Hold that thought Jake," she said rather solemnly, taking a seat next to me on the couch, holding my hand in her's. "I need to tell you something as well, and I think I need to go first." "Go ahead Heesh." "O-kayyyy, here it goes. Jake, while I was back home.......I slept with someone else. It was stupid, and right on the spur of the moment. It was an ex, and something just happened, and by the time I even realized what I had done, it was too late." A tear streamed down her right eye. "I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* After I let Elisha in on my actions, we argued for a long time. Yelling, screaming, tears flowing kind of argument. Eventually we both calmed down, after saying things that could never be taken back of course, as is the way with most arguments. "Jake," she said, sniffling a little. " I think we need to end this." "What?" I asked shocked. "No baby, no. Please no. Look, we both fucked up big time. But we still love each other, right?" "Yes, but that doesn't matter. How can we trust each other?" "We'll rebuild whatever was lost. If you want me to stop seeing Mila altogether, you've got it, I don't care. Just don't leave me. PLEASE." "I'm sorry. But I think it's the only way. Don't you think this hurts me too?!? I love you so much...and not only do you do this to me....but I do the same thing to you. I can't be around you anymore Jake. Not after what we've both done." "Elisha, please........" I was on my knees, pleading with her. "We can work past this. Please sweetie. Being with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me." "I'm sorry Jake. I'm so sorry baby." She leaned down and gave me a deep kiss, then walked out the door, and most likely, out of my life. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Another new day had come, and with it a new person to confess to. I headed to Dyl's place at the crack of dawn. After I had parked my car, I headed towards his apartment. When I arrived at the door, I heard two voices. I heard Mila and Dyl. Perhaps Mila had come to her senses at last. I decided to listen in as best I could. "Mila, are you sure this is right, what we're doing?" Dyl asked. "Of course it is Dyl," she replied. "You and I know Jake is meant for me. This little play we've done, I'll have Jake, and you'll get a bit more respect from him." "But maybe this isn't the right way to go about it. Maybe he and Elisha would have broken up on their own. You know his luck with blondes." "Listen Dyl, be happy. It worked. You helped your buddy. It may not look that way, but in the long run, you did, trust me." "By breaking him up with his girlfriend. Man, I hope he never helps me so much." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I sat in my office, waiting for Dyl to arrive. The lights were completely off. I wans't in the mood for light. I heard the door open, and asked for him to come to my office. "Yeah, what's up pal?" he asked. "I'm not so sure you should really use that term with me anymore," I replied. "What are you talking about dude?" "Even that may be too formal......" "Huh?" "How did she get you to do it "buddy", huh old "pal"? She fuck you, or just outsmart you, which by the way, I think most woodchucks could do." "What are talking about?" he said, concern now showing in his voice. "And why are the lights out in there?" "I'm not too much in the mood for light right now," I said. "She left me. She broke up with me. Your's and Mila's little plan worked." "W-what are you talking about?" "Why did you do it? HUH?!? WHY? Just telling me you had feelings for her to try and get under my skin? WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" At this point, I had risen from my chair completely and now stood face to face with Dyl. "Calm down man, calm down. What we did was for the best." "You believe that shit? Are you fucking retarded? Why in the Hell would you think that doing this, working with Mila to break up Elisha and myself, would be GOOD?" "Well, Mila said she knows you best, and said you weren't as happy as you played it with Elisha, you even told her so. And since you two are so close....." "AND YOU FUCKING BELIEVED HER? Believed a woman who has VISIBILE problems seeing me with another woman. Seeing me HAPPY with another woman. THIS IS THE PERSON YOU TRUST? Ever think of asking me, instead of being lead around by a fucking leash?" "Listen man, I didn't know, I thought she was telling the truth. She went on and one about really caring about you, and I guess I bought it. I'm sorry man, I didn't know." "You know what? For anything else, that might be acceptable. For anything else, I'd accept that response. But not this time. Because of you. Because of her, I lose Elisha. I lose the only woman I have ever really loved. And yes, I know I'm not fucking blameless. I know I fucked Mila. I know I let jealousy get the better of me. But it never, NEVER would have happened, if you hadn't done this Dyl. If you had just listened to your conscience as opposed to a knockout Russian. Get out of here. Now." "What?" "GET OUT. I never want to see your fucking face again. And tell the same to Mila. She doesn't even deserve to be told to her face." "But..." "Get. The. Fuck. Out. NOW." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "You sure this is the way to go with it Jake?" Laura asked, walking me to my terminal. "Yeah, I need to get away from this for a long while," I said. " I don't know if I could take it, seeing Elisha with someone else, at least not this soon. And Mila, well, with her, so much unresolved, but I just can't deal with it now." "But what about the store?" "My parents are gonna look after it. Dyl will still be working there, I didn't tell them a thing about what happened." "And what about you?" "Well, I'm gonna work in my Uncle Nick's bar in New York for a while, live in an apartment right upstairs from the bar. I'm set in that sense." "Okay then bud. I'll see you around. Don't forget to drop me a line." "I won't Red." We hugged, and she kissed me on the cheek, then walked away. I felt a bit of regret. But not much. I had to leave this, at least for a while. Maybe figure a way to get Elisha back, or at least get to the point where thinking about her didn't tear me up inside. And Mila....so much to sort out there. I never thought she would have this in her...didn't think she could do something like this. Well, what's past is past. I can't change it now. All I can do right now is look ahead, and hope when I come back, things will be better.

Title: 3 Is a Magic Number Ch. 12 Tags: sister, brother, facial, cousin, cum on face, sexting, dirty pics, girl on girl, cowgirl, romance *All Characters 18+* \*\*\*\*\* It had been two long weeks since the three of us had returned from vacation. My parents, my sister, our cousin Julia, and myself went for a two week vacation to our house in northern Michigan. A family emergency had arisen, and my parents left three days early, leaving us to finish vacationing unsupervised. My parents knew that we wouldn't burn down the house. We were pretty responsible for teenagers. There was one thing that my parents didn't know: we had been fucking each other like rabbits on crack all week. They had given us three blissful nights, and two and a half days of not having to worry about getting busted. It was like a little slice of heaven on earth, but the time since our return had been anything but heavenly. My sister Katie and I had been in a constant state of separation. It was not a parental conspiracy that kept us apart, but a series of unfortunate circumstances. I had not even laid eyes on Julia since her mom had picked her up upon our return. We had only communicated through text messages. The main cause for our temporary estrangement was the family emergency that I mentioned before. Our great Aunt Barbara was gravely ill. Our workaholic father had been taking time off to visit his favorite aunt in the hospital, and he would invariably ask either me or my sister to accompany him. He was quite insistent on this and I thought it strange that he never asked us to come together, just one or the other. And he would not take no for an answer. I toyed with the idea that he might suspect that Katie and I had been doing while we were up north, but quickly squashed the idea. I really didn't think he had a clue. Tonight was Katie's turn to go with dad. In all honesty, I had been going twice as much as Katie. Aunt Barb merely treated me with a practiced indifference; whereas she treated Katie horribly. Julia and Katie had been cousins, and best friends since they had been born, so it was natural that Aunt Barb had got to know Julia through family functions. Barb immediately took a shine to Julia, and the two had become close friends. Aunt Barb was Julia's biggest fan, and made a habit of snidely comparing everything that my sister did with Julia's accomplishments. It is true that Julia seemed to excel at everything she tried, but there was no reason for Aunt Barb to try and make my sister feel shitty all the time. Katie was perfect academically, but she just didn't push herself socially the way that Julia did. I tried to be a good boyfriend, and take most of the heat off my sister. I suggested that I go every night, but Katie wouldn't have it. It was a matter of pride for her to put up with Barb. To make a long story short; it had been a long fourteen days. Katie and I hadn't been together sexually since we'd been back, and had only been alone unsupervised for a few minutes. That only led to one make out session, and one major case of blue balls. Our situation was starting to become desperate, and a hundred scenarios where my sister and I could be alone ran through my mind, each one riskier than the last. I needed to be patient, and wait until the opportunity presented itself, or we would surely get caught. That would be disastrous. I was lying in bed listening to music on my phone, when it lit up, and chimed for a message. I picked it up and looked at the screen. It read, "New text message." I picked up my phone, and slid my finger across the screen to unlock it. I hit the messaging center icon. It was a message from my sister. Katie: Hey sexxxy boy :) I just wanted to let u know that I'm not wearing panties under my little skirt. These leather seats feel amazing on my bare ass. I'm riding up front, right next to dad, but what I'm really thinking about is riding u :p That little skank knows that I'm probably in my room, and wants to get me all horned up. Two can play this game. I hit reply, and began to type. Me: I was just thinking about u, babe. I am laying here naked, thinking about how nice it would be to kiss u all over. Kiss ur neck... kiss ur nipples... ur belly... kiss ur... A smirk spread across my face, as I waited for her reply. The joke was definitely on her, because I was at home, and can do whatever I want. She is stuck in the car with my dad, and then will be at the hospital with my sick aunt. No matter how horny I make her, she will just have to suffer in silence. Thinking about making her dripping wet seemed to be having an effect on me. My shaft started to thicken. I gave it a little rub through my basketball shorts, and my phone chimed with another message. Katie: Mmmmmm... Now my nipples are hard, Jack. Are u touching yourself while u think about me? On a whim, I slid my shorts and boxers down, and kicked them off onto the floor. My semi erection flopped to one side. I stroked my shaft softly, right under the head. I thought about how amazing my sister looked in that tiny white tennis skirt. I can never figure out how she can pull off some of her outfits without looking trashy. Katie is always a class act; even when dressed provocatively. I thought of the quick kiss she gave me, just after dad walked out to start up the car. I was fully hard in less than three seconds. I switched my phone to camera, and clicked a photo of my cock. I brought it up to send as a response, and included a caption: Me: Thinking of u I waited for her reply, while stroking myself absentmindedly. Her response took only about forty five seconds. Katie: OMG!! I wish that was inside of me right now. I don't even care where. God that's fucking hot! My response was immediate. Me: Anywhere? Katie: Yeah, babe. Anywhere. Did u have someplace special in mind u wanted to put it? I hesitated for a second. Someone once said, "A coward dies a thousand deaths, a hero dies just one." So I sent my reply. Me: I was thinking about putting it in your ass :p I thought that I had been hard before, but thinking about fucking my hot little sister in the ass took my dick past hard, all the way to petrified. My phone chimed again. Katie: I think I just creamed on the seat thinking about that. I hope dad doesn't notice the wet spot on the leather. I think that I'm ready to try it. Are u game? Am I game? I laughed to myself, as I typed my reply. Me: I am all for it, Kay. The only thing is getting time alone to do it. This won't be quick, and as noisy as u get, we would have to be alone. I would settle for just getting to be together the normal way. 14 days has seemed like forever. My hard cock throbbed with every beat of my heart, as I thought being naked, and sweaty with Katie. I thought about sliding my harness inside of her, and I began to stroke my cock in earnest. I gripped my shaft with my right hand, and pumped it up and down, so that only the skin moved, that way there was no friction. I felt a low moan escape my lips. My phone chimed, just when it started feeling really good. Damn. Katie: Are u touching yourself? I wish I could, but I can't. I'm kinda grinding my thighs together, but it's just not getting the job done. I rubbed my little pussy while thinking about u fucking me this morning. OMG!! I came so hard! I can't wait until we can be together. Fuck, I can't wait until I get to the hospital, so I can be alone in the bathroom. Lol. Does that turn u on Jack? Thinking about me rubbing my pussy only a few feet away from our dying aunt, and our dad, all the while thinking about my big brother? Damn, I am 1 perverted bitch ;) I sped up my stroking as I thought about her masturbating in the hospital bathroom. I thought about her propping her leg up on the sink, so she could slide her hand under that tiny little skirt, and rub that sopping wet snatch of hers. I saw the first traces of precum beading on my head. It wouldn't be long until I jizzed everywhere. My phone chimed again. Katie: We're here. Send u a pic soon :) Just the thought of a dirty pic sent my sex drive into overtime. I was so aroused that it was almost painful. I slowed my stroking to half the prior pace, so that I wouldn't cum until I at least got to look at the pic. An agonizing five minutes went by. I would tease it, and then let it rest. A giant bubble of precum glistened on my head, and it became so heavy it ran down my head onto my stomach. I was playing with the drip when my phone chimed again. Katie: We are riding up in the elevator. I'm so wet that it has dripped down my leg twice since I got out of the car. Good thing the parking garage was dim, or dad would have seen that huge spot on the seat. I wiped it up while he was trying to figure out where the elevator was. Now my hand smells like hot pussy. OMG! I AM SO FUCKING HORNY!! This little factoid made my struggle to keep from cumming a hundred times more difficult. I stopped touching myself altogether, fearing that I could be pushed over the edge any second. One minute soon turned into eight, or ten, or to eternity... Finally my phone chimed. Katie: I have a surprise for u. Give me 5 mins Five minutes? Why didn't she just ask me to take a vow of chastity? I still refused to touch my cock, but it still pulsed with every heartbeat, because it was being stroked by every perverted fantasy that was going through my mind at a million miles a second. After about five years, my phone chimed. Katie: Photo attached. View now? I started stroking myself gently in anticipation. I could feel my orgasm approaching with the force of a freight train going downhill. The picture that popped onto my screen was nothing like what I had anticipated. It was a photo taken in the mirror of the hospital bathroom. It showed my sister, totally nude, and Julia kissing her softly on the neck from behind. The caption on the photo was: We wish u were here :p I guess Julia was visiting Barb at the same time. I doubted that it was a coincidence. She had never visited at the same time as me. Sigh. I looked at the picture again. I was shocked by thick spurts of jizz splattering up against my hairless chest. The moment felt so pure that it was almost a divine event. I closed my eyes, and my orgasm washed over me. My cock hadn't even stopped bucking when my phone chimed again. When I could finally look, it was another pic that I quickly opened. It showed Katie's pale thighs open, and Julia's hand was buried finger deep in my sister's cunny. Actually, two fingers deep. This one had no clever caption. I reached into the floor, to grab my t-shirt. I needed to mop myself up. I had came an unbelievable amount, for someone that was not a porn star. My phone chimed again. It was another pic. This one showed the top of Julia's honey brown hair buried between my sister's freckled thighs. It was captioned: WE LOVE U JACK!! I typed my response wistfully. Me: I love u girls too. I hope that u 2 are being quiet! Two minutes later, I got the reply. I was a pic of Julia, still in between Katie's thighs, but now I could see her face. Wetness gleamed from ear to ear, and from nose to chin. She had the biggest grin I've ever seen. I would have called it a shit eating grin, but I was well aware of what she had been eating moments before. A text right after read: Katie: We have to clean up fast, and get out of here. I will meet you in your room at 3:30 tonight, be awake, and have your door unlocked :p I had set out to make my sister suffer by being horny around my dad and not being able to do anything about it, but I guess that the tables had turned. I was the one who was alone, but I wouldn't be alone that night. \*\*\* I lay down at 10:30 with the intention of sleeping most of the time between then and 3:30. This would break our two week dry spell with each other. It had been nice to have her sleep in my bed when we were on vacation, and I had been having trouble sleeping alone since then. I was having Katie withdrawal. Now that I thought about it, I was having Julia withdrawal too. Nothing could be done on that front tonight, though. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't get my mind to shut down. I thought about Katie and Julia, and about how our polyamorous relationship would work. I was both excited and terrified by the prospects. Both were wonderful women, though they were very different in personality and temperament. Being one third of that love triangle might be the best thing in the world some days, but I'm sure that it would be an impossible mission on some others. It was still a new situation, but I had already decided to give both of those girls my all. Sleep continued to evade me, so I popped in one of my favorite movies, "From Paris with Love." I watched the screen in a trance barely being able to pay attention to what was happening in the movie. My phone chimed, and lit up, showing that I had a new text message. I unlocked the screen, and read it. Katie: I can't wait until later Jack. I'll be down in a min. We will just have to be extra quiet, so they don't hear us. A huge grin slid over my face, and I felt my cock thickening in anticipation. After about ten seconds there was a rather loud knock at the door. It was strange for her to knock like that. My sister knew that I always leave my door unlocked at night. "Jack, honey; are you awake?" It was my mom. Shit! I quickly typed in a reply to Katie, it read simply: Me: ABORT "Yeah, come in mom. I'm awake." The door opened, and my mom came in wearing her well-worn red robe. It was her "comfortable" robe. She still wore it despite the fact that my sister and I had recently given her two robes as gifts. It would have brought a smile to my lips if it weren't for the excellent chance that my sister could pop into my room half naked at any second. "What's going on?" "I have some bad news, sweetie." My mom had a grave expression. Just then Katie slid quietly through the open door, and stopped behind mom. My sister's eyes were huge, and a look of panic was on her face. Mercifully, she was wearing a modest t-shirt, and a pair of plain cotton panties; which for her was pretty much the norm for her sleeping attire. My mom turned to her and said, "Katie, its good you are here. There something I need to tell you, and this way I only have to say it once." I sat up in bed, confused. "I couldn't sleep, and I was going to have Jack rub my back. It always relaxes me." I cringed inwardly at my sister's impromptu explanation of her presence in my room. It always makes you look guilty if you give an explanation before someone asks for it. It was too late now though. What happened to the genius of lies? "Of course, Katelyn," my mom said in a distracted way. "Sit down, please." I saw the fear in her eyes, but she made herself sit woodenly on my bed anyway. "What's going on mom?" I said again, before Katie bumbled around anymore, and raised even more suspicions. "Your father just got the call. Your Great Aunt Barb passed away a few minutes ago. She went peacefully in her sleep, so she didn't suffer. There was no attempt to resuscitate her, as she had a do not resuscitate order in place." It seemed as if Katie and I released the breaths we had been unknowingly holding at the same time. "That's horrible mom," I said. "How is dad taking it?" Katie got up and hugged mom. I knew that there were tears running down my sister's beautiful face. Mom patted my sister's wild red curls in comfort. "It wasn't a shock. He is taking it as well as can be expected. She was always his favorite aunt. She pretty much raised him after his parents died." I heard Katie's faint sobs as her tears soaked into the red robe. I felt bad, but I couldn't bring myself to tears over a woman who treated Katie like shit for so many years. "When is the funeral?" I couldn't think of anything else to say, and it felt too awkward just to sit there and look at them dry eyed. My mom slowly extricated herself from my sister, and Katie sat down next to me, and hugged me in a sisterly embrace. "Well," she said, as if answering this question was uncomfortable, "I guess it will be later this week. The problem is that Barb's sister Ruby wants her buried close to her in South Carolina, and the funeral will be held down there." "In South Carolina?" I said with unexpected indignation, especially since I never even liked Barb. "That's bullshit! All her family lives up here in Michigan, why shouldn't she be buried up here?" Kay let go of me, and gave me a dirty look. "I guess Barb left all that stuff up to Ruby, and that is what she wants. We will all be going down there the day after tomorrow, and staying until the funeral is over. I know that you never got along with her, Jackson; but your attendance is non-negotiable." My sister gave me the same laser-beam-eyes that my mom was giving me. "I understand," I said. "I will go, and do what needs to be done for the family. I just feel so bad for dad." "Your dad will be O.K. You two need to try to get some sleep. You should only stay in here a few minutes, Katie. I know it's tough on you two, but if you stay up all night talking you won't be able to do what needs to be done tomorrow." "Yes, ma'am," she said sweetly. My mom turned, and walked to the door, and then she turned to say one more thing. "Kids, I know that your Great Aunt Barb wasn't the friendliest person in the world, especially to you Katie, but she loved you both dearly." "I know, mom." My sister said this in a completely convincing voice, but after she looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Goodnight, kids." "Goodnight, mom," we chimed in unison, like we did when we were both five years old. We sat looking at each other for at least three whole minutes after my mom closed the door gently behind her. "I really do need a back rub now," my sister said with a sigh. "I thought we were busted for sure." She slipped her shirt up over her head, and lay down on my bed. I slipped into the old habit of rubbing her back; rhythmically rubbing her skin softly, first with my fingers, then alternating with my nails. I could feel the tension melting out of the muscles in her back. She said nothing for a long while, but I was happy to let her relax, and to just be close to the woman I loved. "I feel like such a fucking bastard." I said this bluntly, and without preamble. "Why's that, Jack? That's just silly." I let my nails go softly over her magnificent panty clad ass, and she giggled. "I spent all of my life hating Aunt Barb for the way that she treated you, and now that she's gone, I will never be able to make it right between us. Now all the memories that I have of her will be bitter, and I will never have a chance to make any more memories with her." She just let me say what was on my mind. "That really makes me feel shitty, Kay. Do you understand where I'm coming from?" "Yeah, I do big bro. I really do." I planted several soft kisses on her shoulder blades while I inhaled the strawberry scent of her shampoo. Finally she broke her silence. "Jack, she was responsible for the state of affairs between the two of you. I know that she treated me shitty for almost my entire life. Until I was twelve, I tried really hard to win her approval. It was like nothing that I did was ever good enough: not one single fucking thing! After I turned twelve, it just seemed like I had enough, and figured out that no matter what I did, I would never get the approval that I wanted from her. I know that you just hated that bitter old bitch because of me. I remember the first time that you told her to leave me alone, and to stop being such a bitch." She laughed, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "I remember that. I was grounded for two weeks during summer vacation. Mom wouldn't let me do anything but sit in my room. She took away my TV, and everything else. I remember you sneaking me your iPod and headphones, so that I would have something to listen to." She turned over, and faced me; her smile etched firmly on her luscious lips. "You are so wonderful, Kay. You have always been so good to me." She leaned in slowly, and kissed me; first softly, then with increasing heat. My cock, which had been lifeless since mom broke the bad news, began to stir in my boxers. The kiss stretched on, and when it finally broke, I sighed. "What?" she queried, apparently about my sigh. "I don't know if it would be right for us to do it now, after hearing about Aunt Barb." She leaned in, and kissed me again; hard. I resisted at first, but after a few seconds I relented to her devouring of my mouth with her hungry kiss. She broke the kiss abruptly, and smiled a wolfish grin. "We should definitely do it now, big bro. We are fucking alive! What is a better celebration of being alive than making love?" Her logic was impeccable, and with how hard my dick was from kissing her, I was not inclined to argue. "We have to be quick about it," I said, "and we have to be quiet. Mom probably isn't asleep up there, and she might be waiting for you to come back to your room." "OK," she mumbled, as she slid her panties over her hips. "We'll skip most of the foreplay, and get down to the nitty-gritty. I'm soaking wet anyways." Before I could reply, she was using both hands to try to pull my boxers down. "C'mon, a little help here, Jack!" I scooted my hips up, and she slid my boxer briefs down, and kicked them off my feet. She pushed my shoulders flat to the bed, straddled me, and looked me directly in the face. I expected a kiss, not more talk. "I need you to listen to me for a second, Jack." She looked serious. "Yeah, Kay, I'm listening." "I want you to let me know when you get ready to cum, because I want you to pull out." "O.K. No problem, but we could always use a condom. I have some in my nightstand." "I don't like the way they feel. They are creepy. I love being with you bareback, it feels so good, but you can't keep cumming inside me; at least until I can get to the doctor and get on the pill, or something." "Yeah, sure Kay..." My response was cut short by her kiss, which was fine with me. I needed her kisses more than oxygen, and it seemed that she needed mine the same. As our tongues dueled, I felt her line my cock up with a dainty little hand, and push back against it, sliding me slowly inside her. She broke our kiss, and shuddered with a small orgasm. "God, Jack, I've wanted you so bad. It's been almost two whole weeks. I never thought that being together while at home would be so hard for us." The only hard thing I could think of was my cock. I pushed up against her, shoving more of my man-meat inside her tiny wet twat. She leaned back, to get better positioned to ride me. Her head hung back in ecstasy, as I grabbed her hips, and pulled her farther down onto my steel hard pole. She was extremely tight; almost to the point of being painful. I know that she did exercises to keep her pussy so tight, and there was nobody in the world that was more appreciative of that than I was. I could feel that keeping this encounter brief on my end wouldn't be a problem. She put her hands on my chest, and started moving up and down on my cock; and every four or five strokes, she would put a little twist in her hips. This was something entirely new. She grinned again at me when our eyes made contact, then she threw her head back again, as she slammed harder down on my cock, driving me inside her as far as I could go. Every time she would twist her hips, my toes would curl up just a little bit. I moved my right hand, and I started to play with her clit with my thumb, in time to her grinding. This was an excellent strategy on my part because it let me focus a tiny bit on something other than how amazing that my sister's pussy felt. I looked up at her, and her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. A slight sheen of sweat coated her pale, freckled skin, and her red hair was curled in burnished copper ringlets; as she rode me like some majestic Greek goddess of sex. Her breath seemed to come in pants, then in gasps, then I felt her pussy tighten, and convulse in an insanely intense orgasm. She stopped riding me, and sat rigid on my cock. I hardly missed a beat, but began to thrust up into her with the same rhythm that she had been using to ride me. I could tell that she was struggling with all her might not to cry out loudly, and she was doing a hell of a job. The only sound she made was a half moan, half gurgle. After about thirty seconds, she lay against my chest limply, still tensing with the occasional random pussy spasm. She lay there for maybe a minute, then sat bolt upright and pulling herself out of my embrace. "I'm sorry, babe, but time is of the essence here. We need to take care of you." "It's fine, Kay. You can take another couple minutes to enjoy your afterglow." Her look of determination was enough to shut me up. She was right, we had been trying to do this quick; and although I had been cooled down a touch by her break, I was still pretty damn close to my own orgasm. I gave myself a mental high five for lasting longer than her after the addition of her hip twist. She rode me slower than before, because she knew that slower was better for me. My enjoyment must have been evident on my face, because she started doubling up on the twists. No matter how good it felt, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her huge, firm breasts bounced and swayed with her efforts, and I was hypnotized by her beauty. Then she loaded the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. Between the twists, she began to tighten her pussy when she pulled back, milking my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head, and then she rolled her hips twice, and milked me on the way back. A low moan escaped my lips. "Oh god, Kay! I'm really close!" I whispered, but only in the loosest interpretation of the word. I expected her to spring off me, but she milked twice more, and did two more hip rolls. It took all that I had to hold back from cumming. My back arched, and my toes curled, and at the last minute, she slid down my body until she was head to head with my cock, grabbed it in her tiny hand, and pumped it furiously. I could hold it no more, and I let loose, spurting huge globs of jizz across her lightly freckled cheeks, into her left eye, into her beautiful red hair, down her slim neck, and onto her firm teenage breasts. "Holy shit, Jack!" she exclaimed in a low voice. I started giggling, and couldn't stop. She was literally covered in my spunk from the tits up. I knew that I normally came a lot, but this was a humongous load for me. I think it would probably be a huge load for the average Tijuana donkey show. She looked at me seriously for a second with her one open eye, and she began to giggle too. She made a show of pulling some of my spunk from her cum covered eye with her finger, and licking it off. She then did the prudent thing, and retrieved her shirt from the floor and toweled herself off. She giggled to herself. "Maybe next time I will just swallow it, instead of going for the porn star finish." This ridiculous statement made the both of us giggle even more, until she made a shushing sound, and became a bit more serious. She stood up, and pulled her panties on and slipped her semen drenched shirt over her wild mane of curls. "This is going to be really hard, Jack. Living so close to you and not being able to touch you all the time feels so wrong." I saw unshed tears in her eyes. "We are not doing anything wrong. Our love is beautiful, and right. It is the single best thing to ever happen to me." I was touched by her words. I stood up, and took her in my arms. "It will be easier when we are away at college, Kay. After we get back from South Carolina, we will go look for a ring, so we can pretend that we are married when we go away. Hell, we could even get married for real." Her green eyes locked onto mine, but she kept whatever she thought about my last comment to herself. "I love you, Jack." She pulled away, kissed me gently, and silently left my room. I stood there looking at the empty space that my sister had just occupied for several minutes before I sat down on the bed. Would it be as easy as that? Would college solve our problems, or just give us new ones? I lay back in bed, and it wasn't until after the sun came up that I finally found a bit of solace in dreams. \*\*\*\*\* *Thanks for reading. Be sure to vote. Scott*

Title: Super Pup! by ShouTeru Tags: Anal, Character Development, Cub, Ferret, Husky, M/M, Oral, Spooge, Superheroes, Violence (Not In Yiff) DISCLAIMER: This story contains Cub Porn, and if you aren't into this kind of stuff, you should not continue reading. If you are under the age of 18, you should not continue reading. If you are caught reading this under the age of 18, I am not responsible for the consequences that follow. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ There was still a week before school started, and the Comic Convention, Comic-Con 9: Shiau Jiitsuu, was opening in an hour, I had to be the first one there! Just getting a ticket was very hard, and I already got mine. I just had to be first to everything. I rolled over in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, staring at the painting of Draconei Kurusu, one of my favorite superheroes. Aside from Koru and Chikun, Draconei was one of the only dragon heroes. I sat there ready to fall back asleep before I heard my brother Gregory scream at me, "HEY SQUIRT, GET UP! We have to go to that Convention thing you were talking about!" "Oh man! I almost totally forgot, can we stop at Chester's and get him to come too? I did get an extra ticket!" I asked. "Whatever, as long as you don't get stuck in one of the rides and I have to wait for hours on end for you to get out," Greg said as he walked out the room. I threw on my shoes, and walked out the door. We rolled down 20th until we got to Lawrence Avenue and stopped in front of Chester's house. I ran up to the door and rang the doorbell. The white ferret answered the door with a snicker, and then burst into laughter. "What's so funny?" I asked angrily. He motioned to my waist, and I finally noticed that I had left the house with just my boxers and a pair of shoes on. He invited me in to get some clothing on, considering he wore the same size as me. I picked out clothes that he allowed me to keep for good, a pair of faded jeans with a big white saint mark on the right leg, and a red and orange sunburst shirt. As I began to slip the jeans over my red and blue striped boxers, Charlie asked the most awkward question ever, "So...what's the KC stand for on your boxers?" "That's kind of personal, Charlie," I told him, trying not to sound nervous. "Well, another question I wanted to ask is how you've been able to fit them even though you've been wearing them since you were 6, you're turning 15 in a few days, and you are STILL able to fit them!" Charlie said. "If you REALLY must know, the KC stands for Koru and Chikun. You see, these two dragon superheroes are red and blue, thus, the red and blue stripes. There, happy now?" I said playfully. "Yeah, I should've known that, you and your superheroes," Charlie said with a chuckle. "Let's Go!" "Where?" "To the Comic-Con!" We spent the next half hour riding to the site of the Convention, and we happened to get there 5 minutes before opening, giving us the opportunity of being the first ones inside. We hurried inside, and walked straight to the autograph booth, where Draconei himself was sitting. My heart was beating so fast, it was if a spacecraft was in hyper drive bouncing around my heart. I ran up to the desk, and pulled my boxers out of my pants, with some technique I learned from Gregory. He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "W-w-w-w-would you pl-pl-pl-please s-s-s-s-sign my boxer-ers, Mr. Draconei," I said, almost fainting. "Sure, I'd love to, but why your boxers?" He asked. "My boxers are from your TV show with Koru and Chikun! It'd be an honor for you to sign my boxers!" I screamed in excitement. "As long as you settle down, I'll give you a free signature, \~wink\~," Draconei said, trying to get me to calm down. I simply melted onto the table, I was THAT psyched that I was getting a free signature from DRACONEI! I took my boxers back and slipped the pair of boxers back on in the bathroom; that was the only problem with that trick I learned, I didn't know how to reverse it. I started to run out of the bathroom, only to find Charlie standing in front of the door, pushing me back inside. That was the crappy thing, he was taller and stronger than me, I was 5'2" he was 5'9". I couldn't do anything to stop him. He threw me into an empty stall and began to undo my pants, "What are you doing?!" I yelled at him before getting smacked. "If you want to make it out of this without me telling your brother what happened to you, I suggest you shut it!" Charlie said in a harsh tone of voice. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Because, I've always...kind of...liked you," He said blushing. I couldn't help but blush myself, mainly because I liked him too, but not in that way. I began to say something before I realized he was already pumping his cock into my virgin hole. I couldn't help but scream at the pain and moan in pure ecstasy. I was sure glad there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom, and that Gregory was nowhere to be found. "This feels so painful, but so good. Ah-ah...please...stop...I don't want this, but I want it so much. I don't...know what to...think," I said. "I know that you want it, and I know I want it...Ugh...ugh...ugh...UMF UMF UMF this feels so great! Your hole is so tight," Charlie said as he was pounding my ass. I felt his hot red flesh inside my hole, pressing against my prostate, pushing that hot spot that just made me feel so good. I began to feel some hot sticky substance jet inside my pucker, and it felt really good in me. He began to pull out of my ass, and I could feel the pleasure rising as I let my cum spill out into the toilet and all over the floor. I cleaned my ass with some toilet paper and cleaned Charlie's cock. "That...was great...let's...do that again...sometime," Charlie said panting. "If I was actually gay...then maybe...I don't know what to believe right now," I said. Then, I woke up. ‘It was all a dream?' I thought to myself, ‘That had to have happened; it was so real. I couldn't have been dreaming, it just didn't feel like a dream.' I checked my butt to see if there were any signs of sex, and what do you know, I had a tattoo of a paw-print that hadn't been there the day before. I was also somehow in Charlie's bed, maybe I was brought there. I'll have to find out what happened later, for now, I think I'll just go back to sleep. THUS CONCLUDING CHAPTER 1\~\~

Title: House of Love Pt. 01 Tags: mind control, anal, mastrubation, blow job, male dominant, submission, cum, deep throat, father daughter sex, seduction *Foreword If you are looking for a quick stroke, wrong story. There is no sex for some time. This beginning explores how mind control was established. It is essential to understanding everything that happens later. They say that you should write about what you know. The story you are about to read is true. Well, mostly true. Kind of like those made-for-TV movies that are "based on" actual events. A person who had witnessed the real life events couldn't recognize what came on the screen. But the bones of the story definitely happened. Yep, there was a church and the preacher wound up fucking anything that moved. He used twisted theology to manipulate women he wanted to use for sex. He used that same twisted teaching to manipulate their men into enthusiastically participating in the debauchment of their wives and daughters. Single women were just that much easier. Also, there are always some who are not manipulated at all, they like what is going on and join in, eyes wide open. Basics are real. Details supplied by imagination. This happened in the late 70's. What was done was a perversion of what was bad theology to begin with. The bad theology was called the Shepherding Movement. Google it. In the hands of someone with a hard cock and no scruples, well, you'll see. And, may I say, that if you experienced this same crap, don't think that I am writing about your local adventure. The teachings were wide spread. I am sure that not everywhere that taught some version of this, produced the resulting perversions that occurred in my location. But it had to happen other places as well. It was just too easy to do. I have taken pains to disguise the location and created outrageous events in order to disguise people and places. If what you experienced actually matches the crazy that falls out of my brain, well then, shit damn. I was there. A stupid, naive kid who at the time didn't realize what the hell was going on. I only figured it out later. And thought, "How the fuck did I miss all of that?" I just never expected this kind of thing to go on. I never expected a church to be evil. It did not fit my paradigm of reality, so I never interpreted what I saw, in a way that would lead me to believe that these things were actually happening. Like I said, stupid. Delusional. Young. One last thing, just because this religious figure turned out to be the asshole to end all assholes, don't paint all religion with that brush. I experienced this shit and I don't assume that every Pastor, Priests, Rabbi, or whatever is corrupt. There are many fine examples who are working for the benefit of their people. Most often doing it for subsistence wages. If they drive a Rolls or live in a mansion, go ahead, assume the worst. I'd almost guarantee it. Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older.* \*\*\*\*\* Introduction It probably started out as a good idea. Someone thought that it would be helpful to people seeking spiritual enlightenment be more accountable to each other. Mature believers would share wisdom and lessons learned. They would be mutually submitted to the spiritual authority each of them carried. Newer believers would have the more experienced and mature believers to guide them. Great! Free help from people who have already been there, done that. So far so good. Usually that meant the leaders were exercising spiritual authority over younger individuals. That may be pushy, nosy and somewhat intrusive, but there are lots of inexperienced young people out there making a lot of bad mistakes. But one small piece was added to the more conventional program that produced a radical departure from what had traditionally been taught in the past. It also departed from what was intended by those very moral people who invented this teaching. They never anticipated that evil would hijack what they said. But they should have known better. In the story of Adam and Eve, the Serpent tempts Eve to sin by slightly misquoting what God had said. The very best lies are 95% truth. It looks like the real thing. It sounds good. But it will take you on a direct rocket ride to hell. The problem lay in the variant Jack taught, where the mature spiritual advisors took it upon themselves to claim actual authority over the daily activities of those they advised. They pushed advising to controlling. If you did not obey the "God-ordained "authorities in the church, then you were rebelling against God Himself. The young people that they were dealing with were often at loose ends. They needed someone older, more experienced, to have that authority to tell them not to do things that will screw up their life. Or give them positive direction that would benefit them. This kind of input should have been in the hands of loving parents. The kind of thing that, in a world long gone by, normally happened. Even in the hands of advisors who, at least cared about the welfare of the people they watched over, it was a fairly benign thing. It was not good theology. Certainly the Bible, which they claimed as the source of this nonsense, never taught the things that they tortured out of it. But this error opened the door to a petty incarnation of Satan himself. In the hands of a lust filled, dominant personality like Jack Baylor, it became the means by which he satisfied his perverted sexual urges. Jack was in his early 50's. His hair was full and wavy, graying at the temples, some salt and pepper, but mostly still dark. He was a tall man, some might have considered him handsome in a rugged, western sort of way. Which is where he was from, out west. No one would have every called him pretty. His features were too broad for that. But Jack's looks were not the thing that got him what he wanted. He accomplished that through the force of his dominating personality. He was the kind of man who took what he wanted through intimidation. Never physical intimidation, there were no threats of violence, but if he found leverage or weakness, he was the type of person who would use it to his advantage. Corruption is something that in most people does not appear all at once. It is a thing most often that creeps up into people. It usually starts off with little things. Petty violations of standards. But if something does not check its progress, it can continue to warp a person until they are consumed. The thing is, most people never have the chance to express, in significant ways, the evil that has penetrated their soul. They are limited by the lack of power to carry out their desires. If corruption and power ever do get together, bad things happen. Think Washington, DC. Yet, there is a lot of evil that exists on a much smaller scale. Jack was a small time devil. Jack started out trying to help young people who were lost spiritually. There were lots of them and someone had started a coffee house to attract just that sort. They wanted to reach out to kids on the streets. It worked. Many of those in their late teens and 20's came by to hear music and meet new people. A regular crowd developed. Jack started off as just one of the volunteers. He liked helping "the kids", as he thought of them. Many of them were from broken homes or had bad relationships with their parents. Some had been abused. Others were just young people who had moved out and were trying to find their place in the world. What they had in common was need. Need to be loved, need to be valued, need for someone to listen to them. What they needed was a Dad. Tom filled that need. That's what they began to call him, "Dad." In most volunteer organizations, if you stick around long enough, you wind up in charge. Most people who aren't getting paid to do a job eventually find other, more profitable things to do. Or they just burn out, or get tired, or get discouraged. Some don't, most do. Jack hung in there and eventually, by default, he ran the place. The coffee house was going great. The crowds grew. At some point they ran out of space. They needed something larger, so they bought a house for cheap. It was an older two story. A bit run down. Right next door to a strip club. Yeah, cheep. Who wants the family to live next door to a place with loud music until 2 AM, along with naked women that are used for sexual stimulation and/or satisfaction? Did I mention the drunks? They tore down all of the interior walls that they could on the first floor. Opened up the space so they could put in lots of chairs for meetings. Upstairs, there were three bedrooms accessed by the only stair up to the 2nd floor. Great spaces to convert into offices. Quite. Private. Limited access. Controllable. Plenty of room for a desk and chairs and couches, even a day bed if someone wanted. Nice, soft but sturdy surfaces. Great for sitting on, kneeling on, laying on. And if someone had a bit of a kinkier mind, plenty of places to tie off to. During the move, it was a good time to make some changes. They closed the old coffee house and put a sign out on the new property that said, "House of Love." They were already a nonprofit organization. It was easy to morph into a church. Regular Sunday services and all that. Jack was now a minister. The young people liked him. They liked the friends they made at the gatherings. It became like a family. For some, it was the only caring family they had ever known. They bonded to each other. They bonded to "Dad." In the beginning, "Dad" taught the usual Christian stuff. And he told them how special they were. How special the House of Love was. How there was no other place like it. They had something unique that no one else had. The young crowd agreed. They craved hearing it. They were special. They were different. They had something unique that no other church had to offer. They stood apart because of the specialness of their church and the specialness of the people who were a part of their group. It became their identity. Because of the special nature of their church, they separated themselves from other religious houses. Those other places couldn't offer what they found at the House of Love. It was better. They were better. "Dad" was the best. He offered unique insights into spiritual matters that those other churches just couldn't see. If you wanted to be truly spiritual, you needed to be at the House of Love and listen to the teachings of Jack Baylor. Their lives began to center around the House of Love. "Dad" was there to tell them what God said. He taught them the things that they were supposed to believe. And they did believe. Anyone who doubted or, God forbid, disagreed with whatever "Dad" said, must be from Satan. Jack's dominating, assertive personality overwhelmed the doubters. Open defiance earned an invitation to not come back. The group became more homogeneous, less diverse in thinking or belief. They listened to only one voice, the voice of "Dad". He told them what God wanted them to do. Whatever "Dad" said, God said. It must be right. They became more isolated from the general society. Increasingly they only socialized with each other. They reinforced each others belief in the rightness of whatever "Dad" told them to believe. Jack's influence over his flock grew. They were his. They believed. They obeyed. He had power over them. Almost complete power. Lots of young, impressionable people. Especially notice the many young, pretty, slim, attractive girls; most single, some newly married. All who would believe whatever he told them to believe. All who would do whatever he told them to do. Jack began to teach from the latest fad sweeping parts of the American church. It was called the Shepherding Movement. Respectable people affirmed it. The beliefs relevant to this situation stated that the leaders in the church were appointed by, and had authority from God. This authority enabled these leaders to direct the lives of the followers. The members were to submit to the authority of the leaders. To not be submissive to the leaders, was to be not submissive to God. "Submission" became a frequently used word. The people who invented this teaching never contemplated how it could be used by a twisted, controlling bastard like Jack. The axiom to "Submission", according to Jack, is that whatever a leader told you to do was of necessity what God wanted you to do. Apparently, sometimes what God wanted a young wife to do was lube up her ass and let Jack fuck her raw while her husband was at work. Or eat pussy while he watched. Whatever Jack was in the mood for. But we're getting ahead of the story. Lord Acton said, ""Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." Jack did not have absolute power. He could not physically force anyone to do anything. But he did control the thinking of this group. He had great influence on everyone there and in practical reality he controlled the minds of many of them. He enjoyed that. Not that everyone who came around fell completely under his control. There was the core group who were more or less under his sway. There was an outer ring of people who hung around, but were never drawn into the center. Occasionally there were people who came, liked what they saw on the outside, but once they found out what really went on in those upstairs offices, left as fast as they could. People grow up with some kind of morality. Not everyone agrees on exactly what is right or wrong, but everyone has a list. How to get someone to do something that is on their "wrong" list? Some famous studies have shown that many people will commit actions that violate their personal list of "wrong" things, if they believe that instructions to do so come from a legitimate authority. True fact. I am not making this up. On the extreme end of the scale, "I was only following orders." Jawhol! Jack told his congregation that the Bible taught that they were supposed to submit to his authority. If he told them to do anything that was wrong, and they did it, it was not their responsibility. They were not responsible for the morality of their actions if they were doing something because he had directed them to do it. For example, if Jack had directed a beautiful young wife to get down on her knees and suck his cock, it was not wrong for her to do so. In theory, if anyone had thought about it, it might be wrong for him to direct her to do this thing, but it was right for her to do it. Submission absolving responsibility is a wonderful thing. Yes, God does want you to swallow. Chapter 1 Sheila moved to the city because of the job. There wasn't much work where she was from and she didn't want to spend her life in a dead end existence like so many of her friends were going to do. Finish High School, marry the boyfriend, get a low wage job, get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant, keep the fridge stocked with beer for your lazy husband. It wasn't really much of a job, but it was an escape; an escape into a world of possibilities. Whatever came, it had to be better that what was going to happen if she stayed. But escape from the familiar, the known, came with a price. It was lonely. All of her family and all of her friends were left behind. She was looking for friends. She needed some kind of social life. Bill watched as Sheila walked across the factory floor. He had been working with her for about a month and a half. She had been put on the same shift when the schedules had gotten shuffled by management. Bill thought that she was a very nice looking. Not drop dead gorgeous, but definitely above average. The best feature in Bill's mind was her delectable rear. The uniform pants she wore just seen to mold to themselves to those glorious mounds. What an ass! It was small, tight, very boy like, but that is just what Bill wanted. It just made him want to grab on and bury his tongue in that sweet crack. Sheila was of slim frame with what seemed to be almost no hips. She didn't wear women's pants, she wore those from the uniform supply company men's catalogue. Sheila was 5'6" around 125 lbs. Beautiful wavy brunette hair, which was worn mid length, reaching down to the top of her shoulders. While on the job, Sheila had figured how to wind it up on the top of her head and get it all stuffed under the ball cap everyone wore as part of the uniform. Terrible accidents could happen if it ever got caught in some of the machinery. She has nice breasts. Not large, 32 C, but her slim frame and almost boyish hips, made them stand out. If anyone had ever seen them, they would have called them perky. They would have admired the perfectly proportioned areola with a delightful bud on top. Perfect for sucking. But no one ever had. Just like no one had ever seen her beautiful pussy, or tasted its delightful juices or felt its tightness. Sheila was a 19 year old virgin. You could just tell. She looked like the prototypical girl next door, wholesome, innocent, your younger sister. You could imagine that she had never said an unkind word to anyone in her whole life. And that would not be far from the truth. Bill's mind wandered to fantasy. He daydreamed about stroking his hard cock in and out of that tight rose bud. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, Bill realized that, from the back, Sheila looked just like a guy. But his mind was not ready to let him realize the implications of that knowledge. Later in the day, Bill decided that if he was ever to have a chance at his fantasy, he needed to get to know Sheila. As fate would have it, friends of friends that he had just met, recently invited him to a get together at some weird church thing called House of Love. He had never heard of it and didn't really know the people who had invited him. Bill had heard Sheila once talking about going to church back home and he thought if he asked her to go to something like this, maybe she would say, "Yes." He had never been religious. A few times his parents had taken him to a church on Easter or Christmas Eve. He had hated having to sit on a hard pew for an hour listening to bad singing and boring sermons. Religion was something he never thought about, but if that is what it took to get into those panties, well, he really loved that ass. "Hi Sheila!" "Hey Bill." "Some friends of mine asked me to a social at a church they go to. I was wondering if maybe you would like to go also." "Where is it going to be?" "Some place called House of Love. I've never been there, but people say it's really cool. Almost everyone that goes there is our age and I was thinking it would be a good place to meet some new people who weren't into drugs and stuff." Sheila thought about that and how lonely she was in this new city. She would like to make more friends, especially if they weren't into lots of bad things. She had met a few people, but mostly stayed to herself because most guys just wanted in her pants. Most of the girls seemed to be jealous of the guys' reaction to her. She did not understand why people acted this way. She had little experience with boys. Her parents were very strict and Father never let her go out on any dates, except in very controlled circumstances. She could spend time with a boy if they were going on an outing with the youth group from her church. That insured that she would never be alone with just him. She had been taught that somehow sex was bad. No one ever actually said that, but the subject was never openly talked about. When it was discussed, it was always in terms of restrictions. Don't do this, never let a boy do that. Don't think about boys or sex. Masturbation could send you to Hell. Sex is strictly for marriage, between husband and wife only. It was for procreation. There was never once a mention about pleasure, especially no mention of orgasms. What was communicated, without ever hearing the words, is that sex was an undesirable, but necessary part of relations between husband and wife. It was a wife's duty to satisfy her husband's base animal cravings. The boys she was allowed to "date", even under those circumstances, were carefully screened by her father. There were very few boys that ever even asked, because they were all so scared of her dad. She would never think of disobeying him. The Bible said that you were supposed to obey your parents. The Father was the head of the house. He was the unquestioned authority. He was the man, and that's the way God made thing to be. You had better do what God wanted you to do, or else. So she was an obedient daughter. What her father wanted was all that mattered. She had been on just a few a dates with boys since she had arrived in her new home. It was awkward because she had never gone out like that, just her and a boy, alone together, until she had left home. She was uncomfortable with the situation and they had all turned out badly, as the boys expected to make out and more. So Sheila decided that Bill's invitation might be a nice outing. Just like the youth group at her church back home. She wouldn't have to be alone with a boy. If she drove her own car to the location, she wouldn't be dependent on some guy she barely knew for a way home. Bill seemed nice enough, but she didn't know him very well and was tired of getting burned. Sheila drove to the House of Love to meet up with Bill. The building was located just off of a main thoroughfare on a residential street. There was a strip club on the corner facing the main street. The House of Love was a two story house that had been converted to its present use. It faced the residential street. It sat on two acres of ground. The large lot was an indication that this house had been originally constructed when this part of the city had been rural. Lots this size were now just too expensive for anything but the larger luxury homes. They had huge price tags, but none were built in this area. The city had grown up and surrounded this last refuge of a time gone by. The other residences on the same street were run down. The kind of lacking maintenance look that indicated rentals. Landlords put in the minimum effort to avoid citation and tenants didn't care. The house had been built toward the back of the property which left a large front yard. It served as the parking area. The cars were roughly in lines. Mostly older, nothing expensive except for one which was parked close to the entrance. As Sheila found a spot and pulled in, she saw lots of people milling around outside. There was a mass of people in the yard near the front of the building. It was early evening, the sky was darkening, but one could still see everything that was going on. There were lights attached to the exterior walls that were illuminating the ground. Not really necessary at this time, but soon they would be. She turned off the ignition and climbed out. Walking toward the group, she felt as if this would be a safe encounter. The people looked to be mostly her age, some older, a few families with younger children. It looked like a church picnic back home, but with the population heavily shifted toward those in their late teens and Twenties. As she approached, she began to appraise how the crowd was dressed. They were all dressed with proper modesty, conservative, but on the edge of conservative. More cleavage than would have been allowed back home, especially at church. There was nothing wrong with what the women were wearing, it was just that there were a couple more buttons unbuttoned than she was used to. A little more skin shown, the dresses a little shorter. Some of the guys dressed just a bit provocatively also. Tighter jeans that showed some bulge where it counted. One guy with an athlete's chest was wearing a gauze shirt that showed off his physique. It was next to nude as the gauze covered, but concealed nothing. He looked like a model from a magazine. A girl's heart could skip a beat. The crowd was sexy, but not slutty. It was subtle. Still a "church" crowd, but with an edge. "Hi! How are you? I'm Jill and this is my husband Mike. I don't think I've seen you around here before." "No. This is my first time. A friend invited me, but I don't see him" Sheila replied. "My name is Sheila, by the way." "Nice to meet you. Who is your friend? Maybe we can help you find him." "Well, his name is Bill, but I think that this is his first time also. We work together and I think some friends of friends invited him and he then told me about it, so I thought I would come to see what was going on. The way he described it, it seemed like it would be nice. I'm new in town and I would like to make some friends who aren't into drinking or drugs. He's supposed to meet me here." "Is Bill your boyfriend?" Mike asked. "No, just some guy I work with. Seemed harmless enough, so I agreed to meet him here so we both could check it out." "Well, come inside. We'll show you around and introduce you to people. Maybe we can find Bill." "Thanks." Mike and Jill took Sheila inside. The interior of the downstairs had been gutted. All of the interior walls had been removed to open up the space. Where first floor walls had once carried the weight of the upper level, now posts and beams substituted. The area was rectangular in shape, with a set of enclosed stairs running up along one wall on the long axis. Being enclosed meant that you could not watch someone walk up the stairs, or down for that matter. You could only observe someone on the stairs if you stood at the end of them and looked up. From that perspective, all that could be seen was the far wall of the landing at the head of the stairway. Nothing could be seen of the layout of the upstairs. It was very private. As Mike and Jill showed Sheila around, they remained close by her side. There was frequently physical contact between the three of them. Jill was pressed close on one side of Sheila and that, in turn, pressed her into Mike. That was to be expected, Sheila thought, it was crowded. But it was also nice. Sheila could feel Mike's body against hers. It felt good. Mike was nice looking, maybe you could say handsome. Certainly he was not unattractive. His body was toned, not like a body builder, but like someone who got exercise regularly. Jill was lucky to have a guy like this. This was the kind of guy Sheila would like to have. He was nice, spoke well, and was open, warm and not pushy. Jill seemed the same. A really nice couple. Sheila was attracted to them in a friendly way. She wasn't having any overt sexual thoughts about Mike, but a young girl couldn't help enjoying the company and feel of a nice man pressed against her. He felt safe, and Jill didn't seem to mind them being close. As they guided her around the room, Sheila did not consciously notice how frequently Mike put his hands on her. Taking her elbow, his hand at her lower back, on her shoulder, he guided her, controlled where she went, who she met. There were a lot of people to meet, couples, singles of both sex, a few families, teens, middle aged parents, a real variety. It had the feel of a large family reunion. Just what Sheila had been missing since she moved to the city. Jill turned to Sheila, "I have to so do something. I'll be back in a little while and I would really like to talk with you some more. I have enjoyed meeting you and want to get to know you better. So if you don't mind, would you stay with my husband while I am gone? He'll take good care of you and you can fend off all of the women who want to take him away from me." Sheila heard the mirth in Jill's voice and understood that last line was in fun. "Sure. I would be happy to! Being with such a nice, good-looking guy a hard job, but somebody has to do it, right?" Jill looked into Sheila's eyes, "Hold him tight. Enjoy my husband, it's OK. I know that he is enjoying you." With that, she departed. Sheila's eyes followed her as Jill made her way toward the stairs. The angle at which Sheila could observe the stairs, only allowed her to see a couple of the bottom steps. As Jill began to ascend, another woman appeared to have descended and met Jill right as she began to climb. Sheila watched them as they talked briefly. Sheila couldn't hear them and she had no idea what they said. But when they finished, Jill reached her hand around the back of the other woman's head and drew her in for a kiss. On the lips. Which lingered for just a moment longer than would be expected. And was a little sensuous. Sheila observed it, and in her subconscious it was noted, but she didn't make anything of it. It was subtle. Nothing that you could really comment on. Just one of those things that worms its way into your mind and you will recall later. Along with other things that your mind will use to form a picture, an understanding. As Sheila and Mike continued making a circuit, they finally found Bill. "Hi, Sheila! I've been looking for you." "Yeah, I was looking for you too. I met Mike and his wife Jill. She's somewhere around here and should be back soon. They've been showing me around and introducing me to lots of people." "Yeah, I've really been enjoying Sheila's company. She's nice to have close." With that Mike put his arm around Sheila's waist and firmly drew her to his side. He looked directly at Bill. Bill understood the challenge. Mike was communicating to Bill that he was too late. Mike had claimed her and he wasn't going to give her up to Bill. His eyes told Bill that there was nothing that Bill was going to do about it either. In relation to Bill, Mike was the Alpha. Bill stammered. His fantasy shattered in the presence of the stronger male. Sheila had made no move toward him nor raised any objection to Mike's physical control of her body. She was his. "Well, OK. I'm glad you are having a good time. See you around sometime." Bill walked away dejected. He returned to a small group of young men, boys almost, he had been talking to before he has spotted Sheila. They were a lot like him. Single, unattached, having no success with girls at all. And funny, from the back, they all looked a lot like Sheila when she had her hair up. Slim, boyish hips, small tight ass. Maybe Bill had found what he was actually looking for. Sheila looked up at Mike, "Thank you for rescuing me. He's a nice enough boy, but I didn't want him to get the idea that this was a date or something." "Always happy to rescue a beautiful woman in distress." He leaned down and surprised Sheila with a quick kiss on the lips. Her hand slid up and caressed his muscular chest. She wasn't aware that she had done that. She was aware that she had enjoyed this stranger's kiss. It was so nice. Masculine but not threatening. There was a little tingle. She had felt so comfortable with Jill and Mike, that the kiss just seemed natural. "I see that you have been enjoying my man. Can't say I blame you." Jill had returned. She had been gone just over 30 minutes. There was a fire in her eyes as she took Mike's head in both hands and pulled him to her lips for a full blown, lover's passionate melding. Tongues met and spoke French to each other. "Wow!" Sheila thought. "Jill is so lucky." Sheila was a bit envious. Not that she would ever try to take another woman's man. That was just wrong. But if she should find Mike's twin, well, that would be good. Mike and Jill finished their kiss. They spoke low to each other so that Sheila could only catch a part of what they said. Even if she had heard all of it, she wouldn't have understood. It just wasn't in her experience to be able to make sense of it. Yet. "Ummmm. A little salty." Mike said. "Just the way you like it." Jill whispered. "You know, you could drink straight from the fountain." "Not my thing." "But it was so hot when Jenny's husband drank from yours." "That was his thing to do. He needed to do it." "Oh yeah, I do understand that. I couldn't agree more. And husband, when we get home and you're hungry, I've got something nice and creamy for you to eat." "Is Donna at the house or did she go out tonight?" "I think she is at home." "I was just thinking how much she likes cream, too." "But I might run out if we share." "How about I make her some more? A batch just for her?" "Oh, I like the sound of that. So will she. But sweetie, you and Donna are going to have to make me my own too, one just for me?" "Stop it, Jill, or I won't be able to hold out until the end of the party. I'll have to take you home right now. Besides, we need to get to know Sheila." Mike and Jill did return their attention to Sheila and continued to talk with her and introduce her to the members of the House of Love. Eventually the get-together did wind down. People started to leave. Sheila never did see Bill again that night. In fact, she did not see him again for a long time. Management at the plant did another one of their never ending schedule shuffles. "Wow! Thanks for the great time. I really enjoyed the party and getting to know both of you. This was really cool." "We had a great time getting to know you, Sheila," said Jill. "Mike and I both hope you will come back. We would like to talk with you some more. Maybe invite you over to the house." "That would be nice! Thanks, I'd like that." Mike chimed in, "If you are interested, there is a service on Sunday at 10AM. You'd be welcome. And lots of people you met tonight will be there. Come check it out. See if you like it." "I will. I had a good time and all the people I met were so nice to me. I'll see you Sunday." Mike and Jill watched as Sheila walked to her car. She got the motor started, safely navigated through the maze of cars still in the front yard and drove off down the street. Jill turned to Mike. "So what did you think of that tasty morsel?" "Hmmm. Nice. Very nice. A definite possibility." Mike replied. "I can't wait to watch you take her and make her one of us. She's ready. Ripe for the picking." "Jill, slow down. You can scare them off if you go too fast. You can't push too hard or tell them everything at once. It takes time for them to accept the truth. We have to give it to them a little bit at the time. You know, draw them slowly. Besides, you know that Jack is always the first one in." "I know Mike. He was the first in Donna and the first in me, I mean as far as the church is concerned. You know what I mean. After all, we were already married the first time he took me. But you are the one who made us who we are. You are the one who teaches us how to submit to God. Dad is God's instrument, but you are a teacher and the one who shows us the way to complete submission." \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ Sheila came to the next service on the following Sunday. She saw Jill and Mike and immediately attached herself to them. It was comfortable to be with the familiar. She was so glad that she had found a nice place to make friends. What a great church. The people were warm, friendly. They were affectionate with each other, lots of kissing and hugging. There were single guys there, nice looking ones, but they were just nice to her, she wasn't getting hit on all the time. They seemed to keep some distance. She saw the minister, Jack Taylor, for the first time. Also his wife, Lou Ann, who was a pixie. She was as small as he was large. Of course, as he was "Dad", everyone called Lou Ann "Mom". Mike caug

ht Mom's eye and signaled for her to come over. Mom was just a few years younger than Dad. The striking thing about her was that although she was 50+, she had not given up her femininity. Many women around that age starting cutting their hair in unflattering ways because it was easier to maintain. They let their appearance go, got fat, dressed sloppily. They just no longer made the effort. They seemed to care more about ease than they cared for their husband's needs. They became neuters. Not this woman. She was fit. Her hair may be completely silver, but she still wore it just past shoulder length. The curls framed her face beautifully, showing off her blue eyes. She was simply a beautiful, sexually appealing woman who happened to be older. But the vitality she exuded made age irrelevant. She was strong, you could feel it. Young cocks made hard around her. "You must be Sheila." Mom said in enthusiastic greeting. "Mike and Jill told me all about you. You must be so lonely in this big city all by yourself. No family at all! Well, we're your family now. Dad and I will have to spend some time with you and get to know you. We just can't wait to have you!" Mike eyebrows popped up and a little sound escaped his throat. Jill squeezed his hand hard and her eyes issued a warning for him to keep quite. Sheila was so impressed that the leaders of the church had noticed her and took an interest. She kept returning week after week. She made progress getting to match names with familiar faces. She talked and chatted with a lot of the wives, husbands and other single women. It was so much fun and she was really bonding with the people. It was nice not to be lonely. Dad preached every Sunday. It was standard fare, very much like her Pastor back home. Her church wasn't one of those fundamentalist types. No hell fire and brimstone. No calls to have some crisis moment and confess sins or have a 'come to Jesus' moment. Be a good person. Be moral and treat people nicely, just like you wanted to be treated. Obey the proper authorities, the government, your teachers, your parents, and especially listen to the Pastor, because he was the one who told you what God wanted you to do. Sheila's parents taught her that this was right. So Sheila listened to whatever Dad said, because he was just like the Pastor her parents had taught her to obey. God spoke through him. Mike and Jill kept her close. Sheila felt protected, safe. They invited her over to their house every Sunday and sometimes during the week also. Sometimes they would invite Sheila over on Friday night. Movie night they called it. Mike had purchased one of the new 4-Head VCR machines. The picture quality was the best. Jill always picked very romantic movies. The three of the snuggled down under the blankets on the couch to watch together. Jill would get Sheila to sit in between her and Mike and they would both press up on either side. Often, Jill would lean over and give Mike a passionate kiss. Sometimes during really sexy scenes, she would reach over and rub Mike's leg. Six months went by. The visits for movie nights became more frequent until it was every week. That was in addition to seeing the couple every Sunday at church and spending most Sunday afternoons with them. One night, while they were all watching together, Jill leaned over and whispered in Sheila's ear. "You know how Mike always likes to get a kiss during the real sexy scenes. I've got to get the snacks out of the oven before they burn and there is a good one coming up. If I don't get back in time, give him a good one for me. I'll be back in a minute." Sheila's eyes got wide and the expression on her face showed uncertainty. "It's OK. It's just a kiss. You know how affectionate he is. Don't worry. I know that you think he's sexy. Just enjoy it. It's only a kiss. Have fun." Jill went into the kitchen. She turned off the oven and pulled the snacks out, she placed the sheet on the stove top letting them cool. But she didn't return to Mike and Sheila. The couch faced the outside wall of the house where the TV and VCR were set up in the entertainment center. The little dining area was between the couch and the kitchen, so when one stood in the door to the kitchen, the view was of the back of the couch. And the backs of the heads of whomever was sitting on the couch. Jill had a completely clear view of Mike and Sheila and the TV. The sexy scene was starting. Mike leaned over to give Sheila her kiss. Sheila was a little scared about the whole thing. She was afraid Jill would get mad that she was kissing her husband. But then, she was the one who asked her to do it. Sheila was a little confused. But also excited because Mike was handsome and he had always been so nice and respectful. He gave her a nice closed mouth kiss. That was nice she thought. Then he gave her another longer kiss, this time pressing in just a little, opening his lips just a bit. He didn't kiss like a boy, Sheila thought. It was her first real kiss from a man who knew how. Sheila felt a bit flushed. Mike broke the kiss and looked into Sheila's eyes. "That was nice," he said. "I'd like another." Without waiting for an answer he kissed her again, opened his lips wider and Sheila felt his tongue slip across her lips and press to open them. She did open to him and their tongues danced. "Oh my God" Sheila thought, "This is so good." It was the best kiss she had ever had in her life. Between the sexy romance movie and Mike's kisses, Sheila was getting warm. She was getting wet and her brain was overwhelmed with the pleasure of her contact with Mike. She yielded more to Mike's rising passion. He was now making out with her and Sheila was completely given to it. He had her exactly where she wanted to be. All thoughts of Jill or the fact that this was another's husband or that his wife was just in the other room, fled her mind. Sheila was matching Mike's intensity, kissing him back with equal fervor. Mike's hand reached up to cup and squeeze her breast. His thumb flicked across her swollen nipple. Pleasure coursed through her body. Sexual heat radiated from between her legs. His hand drifted down to her leg and he stroked her inner thigh, long ovals that just missed brushing her core. She was on fire. Jill watched from the kitchen door as Mike made his move on Sheila. "Good boy" she thought. She could see from the movement of the upper part of his arm and shoulder that he had moved to caress Sheila's breast. "Smooth. Good work." She continued to watch as he moved down to the girl's leg. Jill heard Sheila's breathing get heavy as she was aroused higher and higher by Mike's attentions. Jill slipped back into the kitchen, picked up the snacks with a hot pad and loudly announced, "Snacks are ready." Sheila snapped back to reality. She was afraid Jill might have seen what she had been doing with her husband. Mike saw the look of panic in her eyes. "It's OK" he said, "It's OK. Don't worry. Jill doesn't mind. She's OK with it. She asked you to." Sheila wasn't convinced. She had expected a quick kiss, not a passionate session that left her wet and out of breath. She wasn't convinced that Jill wouldn't mind. Jill came around the end of the couch with the hot snacks in hand. She set the tray down on the trivets that she had on the coffee table that was just in front of the couch. "Hungry?" she asked, looking directly into Mike's eyes. "Definitely" he said. Jill turned to Sheila. "How about you?" "OK. I guess I'm hungry, too." Sheila's voice was shaky. "I'll bet you are." Jill thought. "I'm ravenous." "Thanks for taking care of our man while I was gone. I like to keep him revved up till I get him in bed." Thoughts of Mike and sex slammed into Sheila's brain. Images of him and Jill in bed, naked, together, reignited whatever had cooled down. The image of Jill was morphing into images of Sheila's body taking her place. It was too much. "I think I better be going now" Sheila squeaked. "Nonsense. The movie's not over and I just got the snacks. You said you were hungry." Jill didn't want Sheila to leave. She wanted her to remain close to Mike and she wanted the memory of that make out to linger. Jill wanted sexual thoughts about Mike to keep buzzing around Sheila's mind. "You know, Sheila, you can kiss Mike anytime you like. I don't mind. I really don't. Why don't you give him another one right now while I watch. Go ahead, kiss him. Do it while I'm here with you. Just so you'll know that it's OK with me." Mike leaned over again and took Sheila. She yielded to the passion and let Mike give her a full, deep kiss. It was so good. It felt so good. No boy had ever made her feel this way. And it was OK because Jill wanted her to. As Mike was kissing Sheila, he raised his eyes to look over at Jill as she was watching them. Her eyes were on fire. A huge smile broke out on her face as she watched them. Mike knew what that smile meant. 'She's ours now.' Mike abruptly broke off the kiss leaving Sheila wanting more. That's just what Jill wanted. She wanted for Sheila to continue to think about how she wanted more. How exciting it had been to be with Mike. And how much more exciting it could be. Jill and Mike continued to watch the movie as if nothing unusual had happened. It was like another woman in a passionate embrace with this married man was perfectly normal. Nothing much that would need any special comment or notice. Sheila, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about it. Her mind couldn't get off the subject. Her thinking was so distracted, that when Jill announced that the movie was over, Sheila was startled. She was having difficulty locating her keys and purse and the other things that she needed to gather together so she could depart. She was very absent minded. Jill and Mike had to help her find her things. "Thanks for coming over tonight." Jill said. "Maybe you could come over again another night this week. I have another tearjerker of a movie I think you'll like." Jill moved closer and lowered her voice. "And I think Mike wants more kisses from you." As Sheila drove home, she had to force herself to keep her mind on her driving. Her attention wanted to wander to other subjects. When she got home, she quickly got out of her clothes, brushed her teeth, did the toilet, and jumped into bed. Sheila rarely slept nude, but she did so tonight. The thoughts of Mike kissing her and caressing her breast and leg were looping through her mind. The fact that Jill approved, and even watched, made it OK for her to continue thinking about it. Sheila got more and more aroused. She kept imagining what Mike and Jill were doing right now. Fantasies of Sheila in Jill's place rolled through. That night, Sheila did something that this 19 year old virgin had never done before. She did the dirty. The evil thing that her mother had told her never to do. It was a sin. What she had done with Mike created feelings in her that overrode everything else. For the first time, Sheila touched herself. Chapter 2 Four months earlier, about two months after Sheila went to that first party where she met Mike and Jill, they invited Sheila to attend meetings held on Thursday night, at the church. The attendance was much smaller and Sheila could tell that these people were like Mike and Jill, much more dedicated than many of the people who attended on Sundays. It was always like that, just the same as it had been in her family church back home. Her old Pastor had always maintained that the more mature Christians came to not just the Sunday morning services, but the Sunday night as well. But the truly spiritual people were the ones who showed up at the midweek services. Just like her home church, the teaching at these meetings was deeper, for the more spiritual. Not everyone could accept these things. The Apostle Paul had written in 1st Corinthians that he had to give the people in that church spiritual "milk" to consume, because they couldn't handle spiritual meat. They were immature and couldn't handle the deeper things, like a baby can't eat adult food. But in these meetings, Dad taught things that he didn't say to the larger crowd on Sundays. You had to be invited to these meetings. If you were, then it was because you were different, special. It was expected that you could accept and act upon these more exclusive truths. These things were not for everyone. Mike and Jill had invited Sheila to these meetings. Mom had told her that she should come. It wasn't just a suggestion. Mom was Dad's wife and if she told you to do something, it was assumed that she did so because Dad wanted you to do whatever it was, she was telling you to do. Dad held a direct appointment from God to be the Pastor and you didn't want to disobey God, because whatever Dad said was coming direct from God. So you did it. And you didn't ask questions. Who would be so foolish as to question God? Sheila went. She listened. She learned. She believed. Sheila didn't know the Bible very well. Careful study had not been emphasized when she was growing up. She went to Sunday School as a child, learned all of the basic stories. As a teen in the regular Sunday service with the adults, she listened to the sermons and believed what she believed, because the Pastor told her that was what she was supposed to believe. Just like the vast majority of people who attended religious services of any type. Very few people ever took the time, or effort, to check for themselves, to find out if what the Priest, Pastor, or whatever, even knew what he was talking about. Much less, if what he was saying was contained in whichever holy writings they claimed their teaching came from. Sheila didn't then, she didn't now. What Dad mostly talked about was submission to authority. How we should obey God through God's appointed representatives. It was not that Dad, or others like him, were perfect. The Apostles who wrote the Christian Bible weren't perfect either. But they had special appointment from God, and what they said was from God. Just like Dad. Sheila learned about how the church worked. Dad was the head of the church. There were two Assistant Pastors, who happened to be Dad's sons. There were also Deacons who held important positions in the church. Mike was one of them, in fact, maybe the most important Deacon, as he was one of the main teachers. Dad's sons didn't teach, they mostly did administrative things. So Sheila's Mike, her Mike, was really a Man of God and she had to listen to him and obey him because, in some ways, he was second only to Dad in importance. Sheila felt so proud of her Mike, and just a little envious of Jill, because she was married to such a man. Sheila wished she had a husband like Mike. She wouldn't mind submitting to someone like that. Authority flowed down from Dad through the Assistant Pastors and through the Deacons to the members. The congregation, at least the core committed part, gave submission to those same Deacons and Assistants. They in turn, gave submission to Dad. The obedience to Dad didn't have to flow through any of the others. Dad could come to any individual and deal with them directly. "Dad" reminded her of her real Dad back home. He was manly and expected you to obey. Her Mom had submitted to her Dad. She always did what he said. She never argued with him, at least Sheila had never seen them argue. Sheila had always obeyed whatever her Daddy had told her was right. She submitted to his will. God said "Obey your parents" and she did. This "Dad" was like her Daddy and she would obey him, too. At these meetings, Sheila got to know others who were in the committed core of the church. There were other couples like Mike and Jill. One was Steve and Jenny. Mike and Jill were really close to them. Sheila knew that they spent a lot of time together. On nights when Sheila was not at the house, Steve and Jenny were likely to be there. Jill had explained that this couple were being mentored, it was called "discipling" in the church, by Mike. He was giving them special teaching and instruction. It involved a lot of "hands on" kind of one-on-one time. Jill helped him. Sheila now realized that Mike did a lot of that kind of thing. She also had heard that Dad did a lot of this individual instruction also. He called it counseling. She met many members of the church that went directly to Dad for "counseling". Most of the couples in these meeting had another person associated with them. Always a single person, usually female, but some were males. The three of them were always together, like one unit. Almost always, the third lived in the same house with the couple, so it made sense that they would always be together. Nothing strange there. Not all singles were associated with a couple. There were what Sheila thought of as "loose" singles. She didn't know their story, but they were all nice enough to her. The guys didn't hit on her. In fact, they did not interact with her much at all. It was like the word had gone out to leave her alone. That was OK with Sheila, not that she noticed it much. She wasn't interested in any of them. Mike and Jill took up most of her social life and she was happy with it. Dad and Mom had a five bedroom house and they had five other women who live there with them. Dad counseled each of them and they were under his direct authority. They showed much affection and loyalty to Dad. Sheila had never seen so many women be so committed to one man. It was like he has six wives, Mom being the head wife. Well, he was a truly spiritual man, and being in his house and taught directly by him would be a great honor. These girls seemed to understand and appreciate that fact. Donna was the single young woman who had formerly lived with Mike and Jill. Now she lived with Steve and Jenny. Donna had moved out of Mike's soon after Sheila had started attending. Jill had explained that Donna was continuing her spiritual development, and living with this new couple allowed her to learn from a variety of teachers. Not that Steve or Jenny were formally teachers in any sense, but everyone is unique and has something to give and teach and we should all experience variety. \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ It was after about four months of attending the Thursday night meetings that Mike and Sheila had kissed that night on the couch. Sheila had been confused by it and worried that it would hurt her relationship with Mike and Jill, regardless of the reassurances that Jill had given her. It took several weeks, and more conversations with Jill before Sheila grew comfortable with it. Especially when Jill assured her that it would be OK if it happened again. In fact, Jill would be happy if it did and she wanted to be there to watch, just so Sheila would relax and let it happen. During one of her talks with Sheila about experiencing Mike, Jill said, "There is another meeting that I think that you should go to with me. It's a women's meeting and it is taught by Mom. There are only a few women who are invited to come, because these teachings are so deeply spiritual. The teachings that Mom gives are subject to misunderstanding. Most people can't comprehend the really deep things of God, and would ridicule and abuse what Mom would teach them. They have not been given the gift of understanding. Just like some who cannot understand that it is OK for you to kiss Mike and enjoy the pleasure of life that God created, as long as I am good with it. As long as I approve. So, what we learn from her can't be shared outside of the small circle of women who attend. But Mike and I, and others, think you are ready for another step in your spiritual journey. We think that you have the aptitude for this deep level of spiritual experience. Do you think you would like to join?" Sheila felt very privileged that she would be asked by the leaders of the church to participate in teachings this deep. She was being asked to join the true inner circle of the church. She was learning things way beyond what she had been taught at her church at home. This is what made the House of Love so unique. There were things here that others just couldn't understand. Things that God only revealed to the chosen few. And God was choosing her. He was asking her to submit to His authority in ways that few ever were. Yes, she would go, Yes, she would give herself to these new things, Yes, she would submit herself to the authority of the teaching, of the Deacons, of Mom. She would give herself to the authority of Dad and ultimately to that of God. God was making a path for her to follow and she would go where ever it led. Chapter 3 The Women's Study Group met on Tuesday nights. With Sundays at church, Thursdays at the midweek services, movie nights at Mike and Jill's, and working every day, Sheila didn't have much time for anything else. After household chores and all of the other things in life that take up time, Sheila didn't have any life outside of church and church people. Her identity was increasingly wrapped up in the House of Love. All of her time centered around it. Her thoughts were constantly influenced by what was taught there. The Tuesday night study was held at the house of one of the members. It was a large older house, but affordable because rents in that area of town were low. There was a room in the house that look like it was 20'x20'. It was furnished with upholstered chaise lounge, day beds, ottomans, and a few chairs. All of the pieces of furniture were what Sheila thought of as oversized, or at least over wide. Jill chose one of the double wide Chaise for them. She lay on her side and pulled Sheila down to recline beside her. They lay on their sides. Many of the other women also partnered up on various pieces of furniture. It was all so very relaxed and comfortable and dress was extremely casual. Mom sat in one of the chairs and began conversing with the group. Chit chat went round for about fifteen minutes before things settled down and Mom began to talk. Jill had an arm draped over Sheila and was gently running her fingers through her hair and stroking her cheek with the back of her hand. It was a slow, sweet gesture of affection. Sheila felt her body melt into Jill. "We have a new member joining us today. This is Sheila, I am sure that all of you already know that. Although she has been with us at the House of Love for less than a year, she has been recognized by the leadership of the church as a quickly maturing member of our congregation. It has been decided that she is ready for some of the deeper teachings of the church. So I am asking, that you who have been here a while, and already know many of the things that I will be going over, not to jump ahead or to short circuit Sheila's learning process. Let me be her teacher. Many of the things that you have come to believe took some time to absorb, and there was an order in which they were taught to you. There was a reason things are taught the way they are. Each new concept must be built upon acceptance of the last. Until each lesson is learned well, the next cannot be revealed. True spiritual knowledge must be gained in this fashion. And as you know, each step requires a greater commitment and demonstration of submission to God's will." Mom began talking and after about an hour of talking she was done. The women socialized for about another hour afterward, and then they broke up and all went their separate ways. That was the pattern for the meetings. Sheila learned a little more each week. The rest of the ladies did not discuss with her any spiritual truths that Mom had not already taught in her presence. Once Mom had revealed something, the rest of the women then would talk about it in front of Sheila or even with her freely. But Sheila could tell that they were disciplined about not saying anything ahead of Sheila's level of knowledge. Even Jill never gave a hint about what was to come. Over the course of months, hidden knowledge was revealed to Sheila. Deep spiritual insights formed in her mind as she grew in maturity concerning the secret teachings of the House of Love. Sheila learned about the necessity of complete submission to the authority of the church and the leaders. She learned how this was ordained by God and to rebel, in any way, against God's order of authority, was direct rebellion against God Himself. Mom taught her that Dad was the highest authority in this church and must be obeyed without question. Sheila understood it is impossible to commit a sin, if what one does, is done in obedience to Dad's authority, or authority derivative of his. That meant, that if Mom told Sheila to do something on the basis of Dad's authority, and Sheila did it, even if it turned out to be wrong, it was on Mom's account not Sheila's. So she could completely obey without fear of God's anger, because Mom would stand between her and God, and God would deal with Mom and not Sheila. The same was true for Sheila's submission to her immediate spiritual authority, Mike. Mike was "her" deacon and as such he exercised God's authority over her as he received it from Dad. Jill derived her authority from Mike, and so whatever she directed Sheila was OK to do, for the same reasons as the others. \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ Mike and Jill continued to draw Sheila closer. Their relationship was strengthened as Sheila's new beliefs allowed her to increasingly let Mike, primarily, and Jill also, to have input into the detail of her life. The Sunday afternoons with the couple continued as did movie nights. One night as they watched. Mike lay down on the couch on his side. He pulled Sheila down with him and the spooned together. Mike was caressing Sheila's shoulders and neck. He stroked her body with his hands. It felt good to Sheila. She like having this strong man handle her. Jill had instructed her that she needed to be more casual around them, more free. Jill had dressed her that night in a tight, wife beater style T shirt and a short skirt, no bra or panties. Jill told her that she liked to tease Mike, and Sheila dressing in this provocative way got her the kind of results she wanted, once Sheila had left and gone home. Mike would be insatiable Sheila liked the way he took control of her and exercised authority over her. She was a good girl and she would obey God. She would submit to Mike and Dad and allow them to tell her what were the right things to do. As she spooned with Mike, his physical touch was getting her aroused. He got her turned on every time they were together. She had to masturbate more and more often, as she allowed herself to be touched in very pleasurable ways when she was with him. Her fantasies were increasingly about him. She had no guilt about these things because it was what Mike wanted from her and Jill approved. Jill was actually encouraging Sheila to take comfort this way. That night as she lay with Mike, Jill brought a chair and used it to sit down, facing them on the couch. "I love watching the two of you together. I love the way your body responds to Mike's touch. Turn on to you back and look at Mike. I am going to ask you a question and I want you to answer honestly, even if it embarrasses you a little. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Do you fantasize about Mike?" Sheila hesitated and blushed a little. "Yes I do." "Do you fantasize about sex with him?" "Yes." "What do you do when you are having your fantasy?" "I touch myself." "Do you mean that you masturbate?" "Yes." "Do you bring yourself to orgasm?" "Yes." "Thinking about Mike." "Yes." "Touch yourself now." Sheila obeyed. She submitted to God as her hand reached between her legs and began to stroke. Mike leaned his head down and began to kiss her passionately. His hand slid up under her T shirt and began squeezing and manipulating her breast. His thumb and finger rolled and pinched and stretched her nipple. Sheila looked over at Jill. She was removing her shirt and exposing her breasts to their view. "They were so beautiful" Sheila thought. Jill reached over and pulled Sheila's T shirt up to her neck exposing her to Mike. Jill looked at Mike. "Go ahead. Suck her." Mike grinned at her. He knew that his wife was on fire. Nothing turned her on as much as watching him have sex with another woman. She had been living the dream when Donna lived with them, seemed like he took her every night, while Jill watched. Jill was seeing that good life returning, as Mike was licking and drawing Sheila's nipples into his mouth. Mike took a break from Sheila. He slid a hand under her back and pressed to sit her up. As he did, Jill reached over and pulled the T shirt over Sheila's head. She was now nude from the waist up. Jill ran her hand over Sheila's firm breasts. "Nice." Mike laid her down again and resumed his attention to her body. He kissed her mouth as tongues sensuously twirled. He kissed her face and neck. Licked her ears and danced the tip of his tongue inside. He sucked on the lobe. He learned in past sessions that her neck and ears very sensitive when she was aroused, and it drove her crazy when he did this. Mike reached down and covered her hand that she was using to bring herself to orgasm. He gently pushed it out of the way. "I'll do it. Just give yourself to me. Submit to God." He slipped one finger into her soaked pussy. He slowly carefully and probed until he touched what he was looking for. Her hymen was still intact. She was virgin. Dad would be so pleased. He looked up at Jill who was watching him intently. A smile spread across his face as he nodded his head. When Jill saw his answer, she threw her head back and began to furiously piston pump her fingers in side herself. Mike placed another finger inside Sheila and short stroked her, as he wanted that cherry to remain whole. Sheila did give herself up. She gave up all control and gave herself to God through Mike. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before. This is what ecstasy was. It was a spiritual event even more than a physical one. She felt united with God as Mike brought her to orgasm. As Sheila was cumming, she saw Jill. She was completely nude. The chair was close to the edge of the couch and Jill's feet were planted on the corners of the cushions. Knees spread wide, Jill's hand was jacking her pussy as fast and as hard as she could. She was peaking at the same time as Sheila. They were cumming together. That started a whole other orgasmic cycle in Sheila. When she came down just a bit, Mike quickly untangled himself from Sheila and got off of the couch. He stood and pulled off his pants in one movement. His rock hard cock sprung out in front of him. Sheila gasped. She had never seen a hard cock except in some pictures. It was breathtaking. Mike grabbed Jill, pulled her up out of the chair, and pushed her toward the couch. Knees on the cushions, elbows and arms on the top of the back rest of the couch. Jill's own back gracefully arched as her ass pushed out. Sheila had the perfect side view as Mike began to jackhammer his cock in and out of Jill's pussy. He grabbed her hips and he slammed in again and again. Jill was screaming with the pleasure of that rod filling her over and over. The sight made Sheila begin use her fingers to again vibrate her clit as fast as she could. She quickly approached another mind blowing orgasm. Mike look down at her. "Yeah! Do it! Do it! Yes! Yes!" he shouted over and over. Jill gyrated wildly as she came. She was watching Sheila also. Sheila's was right behind her in orgasming. Mike pulled his cock out of Jill, walked over and knelt on the floor next to Sheila's head. He pulled her head close. "Open your mouth and take my cock inside. Now close your lips and when I shoot off, you will swallow." Sheila did as she was told. She had never had a cock in her mouth, much less sucked one off. But Mike did all the work. While his cock was in Sheila's mouth, he stroked himself a few times and blasted hot cum into her mouth. Sheila started to gag, but kept swallowing as Mike had told her to do. When he was almost done, he pulled out and shot the last bit on her lips. Jill's face appeared over Sheila's and Jill gave her a kiss as passionate as any as she had ever gotten from Mike. Jill licked up all of the left over cum that had smeared Sheila's lips. It was the hottest sex she'd had since Donna had moved out. And this was better. "I think that you are ready for the next step in your spiritual journey. I'll let Mom know." \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ "It's called the Mary experience." Mom was meeting with Sheila one-on-one. Jill was there also, to give support and encouragement, but Mom had forbidden her to speak. This conversation must be strictly between her and Sheila. "Sheila, this step is so important that I have to talk to you about this with no one else around. Except Jill, who is part of the spiritual authority that is over you. You know what the Bible teaches about Mary and the birth of Jesus. That an Angel told Mary that she would have a child and that child would be from God. All of that is, of course completely true. Mary was a virgin. But there are also other ancient texts, secret tests that tell us more about what happened. There is nothing that contradicts what you have learned, but it fills in the blanks. This is secret knowledge that was suppressed by the early Church. They didn't want this version of events to get out. We are a part of those chosen by God to preserve this knowledge, and now you are going to share in that secret. You can never reveal this to the outside world. They will curse you, ridicule you and hate you. They do not want to believe it. But God has chosen you, Sheila, to have this knowledge and to act upon it. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Are you ready to hear what I have to say? You will never be the same once you hear what I tell you. You will never be able to forget it. You will always know in your heart that it is true, no matter how much you wish to deny it. Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "OK. You know that in the Old Testament, God appeared on the Earth in the form of a human several times. You know from your Sunday School lessons that he appeared to Abraham along with two Angels. In this form, He is usually referred to as The Angel of the Lord." "Yes, I remember the story." "Look at me, Sheila. This is the form God used when he appeared to Mary." Sheila was a little confused. She had never heard this before and she couldn't figure out what it meant. Mom saw the look on her face. "Let me be very clear to you about what I am saying. And forgive me for being a bit crude, but I want to be crystal clear. OK?" Sheila nodded her head. "God fucked Mary. He appeared to her in physical form, took his physical cock and put it into her virgin pussy. God took Mary's virginity. He shot cum inside her and got her pregnant. He had sex with her, just like you watched Mike have sex with Jill. Do you understand?" "Y-Yes, I think so." "Do you or don't you?" "Yes. I understand." "The question for you Sheila, is do you want to be Mary? Do you want to have the Mary experience?" "What do you mean?" "Do you want to fuck God? Do you want to give him your virginity? Do you want to feel God enter you

and stretch you and stroke you to orgasm and let you cum on a cock for the first time? Do you want to feel his hot cum fill you up? Will you give yourself to him?" "Is God going to make me pregnant too?" "No, God made all the babies he's going to. One was enough. But you can experience what Mary felt that night. It is an extreme spiritual experience, as well as a physical one." "How is the possible?" "God is not coming back to Earth to have sex with you. But he has left a few men with us, who are His designated representatives. You can experience sex with God through them. It's like when you take communion in church. The host remains physical bread and wine, but God inhabits them and there is a spiritual communion with God as you partake. So it is in this instance. The physical man remains, but God inhabits him and through him you can experience what it is like to be God's concubine just as Mary did. The secret texts also tell us that God continued to have sex with Mary for the rest of her life." "What about Joseph? Wasn't Mary his wife?" "Yes, she was his wife as well. But he was her physical husband. God was her spiritual husband. This is a rare privilege, Sheila. Very few women are ever offered this opportunity. And it won't come again. You need to consider this carefully. One of the reason that I asked Jill to be with us is that she was one of the few that has had this experience that you are being offered. She was not a physical virgin as you are, but she was a spiritual virgin. Being a physical virgin as well will only enhance your spiritual experience that much more. Jill do you have anything that you want to say to Sheila about the Mary experience?" "Sheila, do this. You have no idea how this will change you. You will become free from all restraint, all bounds. Having sex with God is the highest experiences any woman can have. It is deeply spiritual. Say yes." Mom continued, "Let me add that once you become God's concubine, you will be his concubine for the rest of your life. You can have sex with him through his representatives over and over. The pleasure never has to end. There is one more thing. Once you have been through the initial experience, you can designate who will be the physical representative of God for you. As long as he is a spiritually qualified person, of course." "Who did you choose?" Sheila asked Jill. "Mike. And you could choose him too. I'd like for you to do that, if you wanted to." "You wouldn't mind? We could both have him as the spiritual representative. I could have sex with him anytime I wanted?" "Yes, you could have him all you wanted. You just have to say yes to the Mary experience." "OK. Yes. I'll do it." \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ "She's going to be ours. You don't get the cherry. You know the deal, Dad gets that and as many repeats as he wants. Just like he does with me. But we get the whole rest of the Sundae. Two wives to give you those salty kisses you love so much." \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ The Mary experience was truly transformative. It would do just what Jill had said it would, but not for the reasons some believed. There was no objective reality to it. God did not inhabit Dad. Sheila was not going to have sex with actual God. But the belief that Sheila held about the coming event, created a subjective reality that had very real effects in this world. It was more powerful than any set of "facts". She believed that she was going to copulate with God through Dad's physical presence. His cock would become God's cock and Sheila would completely surrender herself to God's will. The House of Love had collectively created a new subjective framework for Sheila, so that she was able to accept new truth. From the outside, a nonbeliever might see the total lack of objective truth in the Mary experience. But for Sheila, her belief system created a reality that was cohesive and logical. God was a spirit. God has on numerous occasions appeared in human form. God impregnated Mary. All of those things any orthodox Christian church would teach. What the House of Love taught was dependent on that traditional doctrine. It was the foundation upon which Jack Baylor had built his lies. What changed Sheila's view of reality was that last five percent. The 95% truth now transformed into something completely different by the addition of something new. The "ancient text" that gave new information about the Mary experience. The "secret knowledge" that only the chosen few could receive. It was like changing the aim point of a rifle by ½ of one degree. Close in, it made no difference. But over time and distance, the effect accumulated and the result was completely different. The House of Love had taking Sheila's existing, traditional belief system and given it a nudge. The change in Sheila had been facilitated by her isolation. She had left behind all of her support systems when she moved away from home. The family and friends and traditional church that had shaped and supported her beliefs and her thinking were no longer there. She needed to find new supports. The House of Love became her new church, her new friends and her new family. All of her support systems now came from one place and directed her to this acceptance of a new reality. \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ The day of her Mary experience was fast approaching. Mike and Jill were helping Sheila to prepare for the event. Sheila's submission to Mike and Jill was progressing to new and greater levels. It was building toward her ultimate submission to God. She spent more and more time at their house. Sometimes she spent the night in one of the spare bedrooms. It had been Donna's room when she had lived there. Mike and Jill left their bedroom door open and told Sheila that she should leave hers open at night also. They said that it helped the Air Conditioning circulate and that if the doors were closed, the rooms would get hot. Sheila would lay in the bed listing to the sounds of sex as Mike and Jill brought each other to the intensity of climax. She heard the slapping of flesh together, the grunts and cries, the encouragements, as she fingered herself to orgasm again and again. One night she got up out of bed, quietly walked out of her room and to the open door of their bedroom. She watched as Mike mounted Jill from behind. The sight of his cock fucking her as she gave herself to him, was just as exhilarating as the first time Mike made Sheila cum. That was the same event when she had first watched as Mike took Jill on the couch. She thirsted for Mike to fill her mouth again with that hot spunk, as he had then. Jill looked up and saw Sheila watching them. She smiled at Sheila, letting her know that she was welcome to vicariously share the moment. Jill liked being watched. She loved performing sex for an audience. It heightened the thrill. Made cumming that much better. Soon, little girl, soon. Sheila returned to their room on other nights. She began to want to sleep at their house just so she could listen to the two of them and watch what they did together. It was building a powerful lust in her. Jill had told Mike that Sheila was watching and he should look for her standing in the door way. The next time, Mike was watching for her as she appeared. He looked at her intently as he continued to stroke himself inside of Jill. His eyes did not turn away. He was telling Sheila, "This is what I am going to do with you. I am going to take you just like I take her. Soon you will be here, with my cock filling you, and she will be the one watching." Sheila entered the room. She walked over to an arm chair that was near the door. One leg lifted over the arm and she rested her foot on the seat cushion. The other leg still stood on the floor. The result was that her legs spread wide and her pussy was in full view. She slowly ran her middle finger up and down her slit. Her eyes said to Mike, "This is what I want to give you. This is what I want you to have. Take me. Use me." She timed her orgasm so that she could peak at the same time as Mike and Jill came together. She was in union with them. This particular day, Jill had dressed Sheila in a simple, mid-thigh length robe made of very sheer material. It was definitely see through. Sheila was standing directly in front of Mike. Jill stood directly behind her, and was giving her gentle kisses on her neck while rubbing her hands up and down Sheila's arms. Sheila was getting wet from the stimulation, but mostly because Mike's hard cock was sticking straight out from between the fold of the silk lounging robe that he was wearing. Her hand reached out and fingers wrapped around his shaft as she slowly stroked him. She was getting better at this all the time. But then, she was getting more and more practice as Jill taught her. Today's lesson was on Sheila's favorite subject. How to get Mike to inject his hot load directly past Sheila's lips and down her throat. Jill reached around Sheila and with both hands drew her robe open, exposing her naked breasts to Mike's eyes. She then gently massaged Sheila's breasts and lifted them in offering to her husband. "This is my gift to you." Mike's hand stroked Jill's face as he murmured, "Thank you, my love." He leaned down and took that perfect breast in his own hand and brought his lips to the erect nipple. He sucked it in and flicked his tongue back and forth. His teeth lightly bit down and he drew that little bud out, stretching her. Sheila sucked in a breath as the pleasure coursed through her body. She was so ready for him. Jill's hands pressed on the top of Sheila's shoulders, directing her body down. Sheila slowly went to her knees while she released her grip on Mike's cock. When she rested on her knees, Mike stood out right at the level of her lips. Oh God, how she loved this cock. It was so beautiful, so masculine, so hard. She loved the taste of it, she loved serving it with her mouth. She wanted to serve it with her pussy. She took it in her mouth. Sheila relaxed her throat and pushed out her tongue. She pressed her head forward and took him down to the bottom. Jill had taught her how to do this. She had called it deep throating. Back up to the top and back down again. Jill was kneeling behind Sheila offering instruction and advice. She knew exactly how Mike loved to get his cock sucked and she was turning Sheila into an expert. "Back up to the top and now out. Run your tongue on the underside just at the head. Now take just the head, close your lips around it. Swirl your tongue around the head, flick it back and forth. Press down into the slit, stroke along it. Now back down all the way to the bottom, let him all the way into your throat. Good girl." Mike was getting close. Sheila could feel him tensing and his balls were rising in the sack. Her reward was near. Mike began to buck his hips. Jill clamped both hands down on the back of Sheila's head as cock stroked down her throat. Mike grabbed the sides of Sheila's head for leverage as he began to fuck her throat in earnest. He groaned as he began to shoot hot streams into her. "Don't swallow, baby" Jill whispered. "Hold it all in your mouth. You can do it." When Mike finished spasming, he withdrew. Sheila opened her mouth to show him her tongue swimming in his cum. Jill planted her lips on Sheila's and her tongue and swirled around in the cream. They shared it back and forth until they both swallowed. "Now stand up and give Mike a nice salty kiss. He loves that." \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ The day had finally come. Sheila was going to give her virgin pussy to God. She would become Mary. Mom had arrived at Mike and Jill's to help with the final preparations. Sheila would be dressed very simply, just a cape like covering. She would be need to completely naked when she entered the room where her encounter would take place. "I have final instructions for you. You are about to give yourself totally and completely to God. You are surrendering your will to His and you will have a spiritual experience very few woman have ever had. You have been chosen and are highly favored. When you enter the room, you will see that man whom God has chosen as His vessel. You will approach him and he will address you as Mary, for that is who you are. He will ask if you are ready to surrender your will to the will of God. You will answer with the same words spoken by that original Mary thousands of years ago, 'Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word.' You will then demonstrate that you are there of your own volition. That you have been in no way coerced, and this is your utmost desire. You will kneel before him, take his cock into your mouth and such God's cock until it is hard. You will prepare it for the giving of yourself. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good. One more thing that you must know. It is the last part of the secret knowledge that you need. It has been withheld from you until this time as it is something only known to the Marys. You must never reveal this part of your experience to anyone except to other Marys. Do you remember what the Apostle Paul said about how we are to address God when we are in His presence? He said we are to cry out 'Abba'. It is a Greek word that is left untranslated in the English Bibles that you have read all your life. The translators knew perfectly well what it meant, but they were so afraid if its implications they would not let people see the truth that was right in front of them. Do you see what I am trying to say?" "No, I don't get what you are telling me." "Abba is a term of endearment of a child to their father. You are a child of God, correct?" "Yes." "You are a girl, so you are God's daughter, correct?" "Yes." "As was Mary." "Yes." "You are going to, as did she..." Mom spoke the next words very slowly and clearly. "...you are going to fuck your father. Your ultimate father. Abba means 'Daddy'. You are going to give yourself to your Daddy. And when you are with him, you will address him that way. When you are cumming on his cock, you will cry out his name. Say it." "Daddy" "What are you going to tell him?" "Fuck me Daddy." "Good girl. You are ready." Sheila was loaded into the backseat of an unfamiliar car. Mike drove and Jill sat in the front with him. Mom sat in the back with Sheila. They were taking a route that Sheila has not traveled before. "When we are a little nearer our destination, I am going to cover your eyes with a bit of cloth. We will guide you out of the car and into the place that has been prepared for your time. Don't be afraid." Sheila was shivering, not with fear but with excitement. Everything had lead up to this moment. She wanted this so bad. She was going to give herself to God, to her Daddy. Her emotions were so amped up that she thought she was going to pass out. It was all she could do to control herself. She was so wet she was afraid that she would soak the car seat through. Mom reached over and tied the cloth over her eyes. They were almost there. Soon, Sheila felt the car turn up a driveway and come to a stop. Car doors opened and shut and then Sheila's was opened and a hand was on her arm, pulling on her to direct her out of the back seat. "It's me" Jill said. "Trust me. I will guide you and make sure that you don't trip over anything. Just listen to me and do what I say." They walked across some open flay ground until Jill said, "Two steps. Now. One. Two. A short walk now, and stop." Sheila heard the sound of a door opening. "Now one step. Up. And we're in." Sheila was guided through what she supposed was a house, turning first on way and then another. She was complete disoriented by the time they came to a halt. The cloth was removed from her eyes. She was in a darkened hallway standing before a closed door. Jill, Mike and Mom were with her. Jill gave her a light kiss. "It's your time." She removed the covering that hid Sheila's body. Mike opened the door. Sheila entered into the holy room. \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ As soon as Mike closed the door, he reached over and aggressively pressed sexual advances on Mom. He took hold of her and began kissing her ferociously. He shoved his hand under her blouse fondling her breasts. "Get it open" he growled. Mom quickly unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, exposing her now naked breasts to Mike's lust filled eyes. He was leering at her, there was hunger for raw sex and she was the object of his desire. She had no fear of him. She welcomed the unbridled lust that was pouring out of him. That's the way she liked it from him. All power, no warmth. Just fucking, hard and fast. "Do you want to fuck Mommy?" She said it just to provoke him. He wasn't her physical son, but he was her spiritual son. Everyone with half a brain knew that Mike would be the successor to Jack, whenever the time came. He was already taking over certain duties. He would be the one who would take her if something happened to Jack. She loved the thought of offering herself to him 24/7. Mike loved fucking Mom. He didn't really know why. There was just something about her. She knew exactly how to stoke him up to a red hot fevered pitch. Somewhere his brain knew that she did it on purpose, but that just made Mike like it all the more. He shoved his hand down the front of her pants and roughly grabbed her sex, jamming finger into her wetness. Mom fortunately knew just what to do and was always a half step ahead of Mike. She had already unzipped her pants and loosened her belt to accommodate his next move. She played him like a fiddle. She loved the way he raped her. Not that it was rape, because that implies nonconsent. And there was definitely nothing nonconsensual in what Mom was doing. If there was anything nonconsensual going on, it would apply to Mike. He really had no idea how much Mom played him. Mike loved her body. She was the same size as she was when she had been a teen athlete. She even had a washboard stomach. Every part of her body was firm, toned and fit. Mike turned her around and was tugging at her pants to get them off of her. He was going to take her right there in the hallway. "Let's go watch" Jill said. "I don't want to miss her first step in descent to the Magdalene experience." "As long as Mike fucks me while we do." Mom replied. "By the way, how long do think it will take us to get her to the Magdalene?" "I don't know, Mom. First, we have to get her through this Mary experience. And right now I don't want to think about that. I just want to fuck your tight ass" was Mike's comment. They went down a hall that led to the other side of the room that contained Sheila and Dad. There had been added to the entrance on that side, a two door light trap. You entered through the first door into a small space, then closed the door behind you before opening the second door and entering the room. This way, no light from outside of the room would enter and your presence in the room would not be noted. The part of the room into which this entrance was located, had all been painted flat black. Walls, ceilings, and every fixture had been coated to absorb and not reflect any light at all. There was a padded rail that crossed your path soon after you entered. It was flat black also. If you didn't know it was there, in the dark you would stumble into it. Mike knew just where it was, He pushed Mom over so that her arms could rest on top of the padding. He completed the task of pulling her pants down and she stepped out of them. In the meantime, Jill had found her tube of lubricant and, by feel, located Mom's hole. She squeezed a little around it and then pushed the nozzle in. A hard squeeze then injected a good amount inside. Jill had learned by experience that if these two were within 10 blocks of each other, she better have lube at the ready. Jill then sat down on the floor, spun around and scooted between Mom's legs. Her back was now towards the action, but she could hear Sheila screaming for 'Daddy' to fuck her. She lifted her head until she clamped her mouth onto Mom's pussy. Her tongue began licking. Mike lined up behind Mom and moved his shaft around until he felt the lubed rosebud. Once there, he just shoved it in hard. No foreplay, no mercy, just pushed in and started stroking. That's exactly what Mom wanted. Just shut up and fuck. He was stroking that asshole as hard as he could while he watched "Daddy" fully bury that cock into Sheila's cunt for the very first time. "Oh, yeah" he thought "she's one of us now." \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ As she entered, Sheila saw that there were candles lit. They were the only source of light. There was a figure in roughly the center of the room. It was a man wearing a robe. It looked something like a minister's robe she had once seen a TV preacher wearing. She couldn't tell what color it was, it could have been white but looked gold in the candle light. "Mary?" Sheila didn't recognize the voice. She couldn't make out the features on the face either. "Daddy." She answered. "Come here child. Have you come to me again so soon?" Sheila was confused for a moment. "I've never been here before," she thought. But then she understood. She was Mary, as were all of the other 'Marys' who had come into this room before her. Just as the man who stood before her was God. "Yes, Daddy." Sheila walked over to the robed man. He saw now that he wore a mask. "Why have you come my daughter?" "Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word." Jack groaned. "Life doesn't get any better than this," he thought. "Beautiful 19 year old virgin pussy. God, I never get tired of this. So tight, so willing, they give themselves so freely when properly prepared." Jack thought about the fact that he had never lost any woman who had been through the Mary experience. After this, they would do anything. Once this girl has fucked her 'father', and he was right now her ultimate 'father', she lost all inhibitions. He could get her to do anything. He was definitely going to have this one again. Not that he needed another. He had six at home to fill any need he had. Any fantasy he could dream up, they would do. His wife believed in submission to God's appointed authority. She had helped bring this fresh pussy to him tonight. She scheduled the girls in his house to fill his bed. He fucked them all while she watched. None of this counted all of the other women in the church that had submitted to him. It had gotten to the point that he was having to delegate. Mike was really good at this. At least as good, maybe better, that he was. Certainly a worthy successor. Not like his stupid kids. "Show me what you desire, daughter." Jack parted his robe revealing a semi-hard cock. It was rising as his anticipation grew about what was to come. Sheila lowered herself to her knees and took the cock in hand and then in her mouth. She brought all of the skills Jill had taught her, and she had practiced on Mike, to the joyous task of pleasuring God's cock. This cock, which in a few minutes, would take her virgin pussy and allow her to become Mary. She was so wet with sexual arousal that she wanted to get herself off while she sucked God dry. But no, she need to give that to her Daddy. "Damn!" Jack said to himself. "Jill has out done herself this time. This one is better than the last one. What was her name? Yeah, even better than Donna." Jack had to stop her before he came in her mouth. She had gotten to him faster than he had thought possible. He had been slowing down as he got older, but this girl was going to make him pop like a teenager. He withdrew his cock and pulled Sheila to her feet. "You have demonstrated your sincerity. You have demonstrated that no one has compelled you to be here. You are here of your own free will." "Yes, Daddy. I have wanted to be here for a long time. I want to be Mary." "My good little girl. Tell me plainly daughter, what do you want from me?" "Fuck me Daddy. Please fuck me. Take my virginity and make me Mary forever." Jack directed Sheila to a strange piece of furniture. It was in the shape in an inverted 'Y'. Where the arms of the 'Y' branched out, there was a bend in the piece that shot the arms up into the air. At the end of each arm, was a projection along the inside edge that was perpendicular to the flat of the arm. All of the twists and bends of this sex chair were made possible because it was made out of one sheet of steam bent plywood, then upholstered over and cushioned. Jack helped Sheila up on the contraption. He had to take some of her weight while he got her settled. He spread her legs and hooked them over the projections. This prevented her from closing her legs unless she could get them back up and over the projections again. That would be difficult from the way she would be sitting. The area where the arms branched out from the trunk was cut away so that there was no support for her butt. Her weight was resting on her thighs and back. This allowed unrestricted access to her pussy and ass. Jack could stand upright, step in between the arms of the 'Y' and take her in either hole he desired. The back piece, the trunk of the upside down 'Y', curved back away from him. When Sheila leaned back, it caused her back to arch, her stomach to stretch and flatten and her breasts to be thrust forward. There were two handles sticking out of the trunk above her head that Sheila could grab on to if she lifted her arms over her head. This allowed Sheila to be able to use her arm and leg muscles to jack herself up and down on his cock, even if he was completely still. Overall, Sheila was bent into a 'V'. Jack stepped right up to Sheila, took his still hard cock and laid it inside of Sheila's lips and over her clit. She was so wet that she was leaving drops on the floor. Sheila drew in her breath sharply. Her state of arousal could not have been any higher. It had been climbing all day as she was anticipating this moment. Her dream was coming true. She would be Mary as God took her, just as he had that original. Sheila began to have intense orgasms almost immediately. She had worked herself up into such and emotional and sexual frenzy throughout the day as she prepared, that any touch was going to set her off. He touched. She lit off. "Oh yes, Daddy, yes. Please, please, Daddy, please fuck me. Please take me Daddy. Make me yours. I'll do anything you want me to. Take my will and make it yours. I'll do it Daddy. Please, just please fuck me!" Sheila was shouting at the top of her voice. Jack pulled his cock out of that sweet valley. He hated to stop. It felt so good, like slick velvet curling up to surround his rock hard pole. But there was a cherry to pop. A virgin cunt to be stretched for the first time. As he pulled away, Sheila began to scream. "No, Daddy, no! Please don't stop. I need it! Please don't leave me! Please Daddy, please." Jack took his cock in hand and rubbed the head up and down the channel. He felt for the opening of her tunnel. Down that hole was the prize. He teased her some more just for the pleasure of hearing her scream for his cock. His ego soared. He felt his power over her body, over her mind. She was his completely. She would do any kind of sex he wanted. She would perform with anyone he designated just for his pleasure of watching. She had no will of her own. She had given the totality of her being to God. Jack pushed into her sopping wet tunnel. Just the head, no more. Sheila stopped screaming. She was breathing so hard and short it sounded like a reverse hiccup. She was on the knife edge of anticipation. Jack pulled out. Sheila mewled. There was a barely heard, "please." Jack pushed back in just a little deeper. "More. Oh. God, please more." He slowly stroked in and out, a little deeper each time. Her cunt was so tight. It was like sticking his dick in a furnace, she was so hot. She was whining. Finally, the head of his cock touched her hymen. The sweet cherry at last. "Not to rush" he thought. This moment is to be savored. Sipped like a fine wine. Enjoy it. Remember it. She will never be a virgin again. It's mine and it will never be anyone else's. He pulled his cock all the way out, just leaving in the head. He pressed in again to touch her shield. He continued to do this again and again, drawing out the moment, tasting his triumph over and over. It was torture to Sheila, or now Mary as she thought she was. Sheila was nowhere to be found. There was only Mary and God as God took her for the first time. The first of many times God would take her and give her sexual, sensual Heaven. All rational thought ceased as Mary could only understand the need for God to fill her. To stretch her open as he did for her what no other woman has ever experienced before. To become the concubine of God. Jack pressed his head home against the barrier. Slowly, slowly, a little more pressure, now a little more, until he could feel it start to tear. Stop. Savor. Feel it. Feel it on your cock. No man would ever do this again. Only him. He was the only one who would ever feel her open to a man for the first time. Jack continued to press. He felt his cock pressing through, tear her open. Yes, it felt so good. There was no other experience like virgin pussy. Mary felt the pain of God tearing open her cherry. His cock was filling her completely, stretching her like literally nothing had ever before. The hurt of the moment was lost in the ecstasy of becoming God's. Jack continued to full stroke in and out of Mary. Her cunt was like a vise around his cock. He knew that this was the best fuck he had ever had in his life. He continued to increase his speed and force. Mary's hips were throwing her pussy up to him, matching his every move. Every time he increase speed so did she. As he increased force, so did she. They were slamming into each other. Jack leaned over and placed his elbows on the tops of Mary's shoulders. He continued to lean and brought his forearms down on to the back rest of the furniture Mary was on. His hands gripped the top edge. This stopped Mary's body from moving and giving ground as he was thrusting in to her. She would now absorb the full force of his fucking of her body. Mary slipped into another realm. She was having a true ecstatic religious experience. No matter what Jack was, no matter what kind of lying, scheming, fraudulent bastard he was, Mary was none of those things. She believed. She believed that she was giving herself to God. She believed that the Almighty had highly favored her and that he had chosen her to give him her virginity. She was having a kind of in-body, out-of-body experience. She was still in there, but somehow also detached from what was happening. She still felt the physical mixture of pleasure and pain as God was slamming his cock into her. But she was also experiencing the mystical. A union with the ethereal, so pure and holy. She watched out of the eyes of the body that contained her. She looked at the face of God as she was coming to orgasm with him. The face changed and morphed into the face of Mike. Now it was he who was pile driving his cock in her. She knew that she would give her everything to him as well. It morphed again into the face of her real father, her earthly Dad. He was leaning over her as she gave him the sex he so desperately wanted. She knew that someday, she would lie back on her bed and take sexual union with him also. Mary was now free of all constraints. There would never again be any restraints on her sex. Fucking was now a spiritual experience that she would share with every man who desired her. And somehow she realized, every woman also. She was transformed. She was free. Just as Jill had promised. Sheila came in a screaming orgasm that blew through her whole being body and spirit. It was more than physical. It was a cumming of the cosmos. Her body wracked and every muscle went into rigid lock up. She twitched and vibrated with the intensity of it. Jack felt his balls light on fire. As Sheila came, his own burst forth from the inner core of his being. The shot of his cum, as it exploded out of him, was pain and pleasure mixed in equal parts. The intensity of the one was matched by the other. He blew out so much cum, so hard, that he thought his dick was going to explode. He kept shooting rope after rope of sticky fluid into Sheila's cunt. It kept on coming over and over. He couldn't believe how many times his cock throbbed out more. He looked up at Sheila, this 19 year old virgin that he had just used for his own self-centered, ego-driven sexual satisfaction. He had masturbated in her cunt only thinking of the conquest of virgin pussy, the joy of being the first to spoil her purity. She locked eyes with him. There was a look on her face he couldn't describe. It was a look of total satisfaction, total control. There was something new in that 19 year old face. Something ancient and powerful. She spoke. "You are mine." Jack staggered back, nearly tripping over a piece of furniture that he then used to steady himself. His legs felt like he was drunk. He could hardly walk. He lurched from handhold to handhold in an effort to get away. He need to get out of this room. He found the exit and half fell through in his haste to leave. Jill walked over to Sheila. "Mary" she said. "Yes, Mary?" Sheila replied addressing Jill by the same name. "Did she come?" "Yes, she became me and I became her. We fucked God. He fucked us." 'Yes." Jill knelt down before Sheila and looked directly into her eyes. "I love you, Mary." "I love you too, Mary." Jill leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Sheila's pussy. She began to lick and drink in the cum that was leaking out. Mom's head appeared beside Jill's and together they continued to imbibe the nectar of God's cock. There was so much of it, but they didn't mind. When they were done, they made sure that there was still a coating on their lips. They stood, helped Sheila off of the furniture and stand on wobbly legs. Then Jill stepped over to Mike, who had come close by as she and Mom had filled themselves at Sheila's beautiful pussy. She reached her arm around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Mike kissed her deeply. "Salty kisses" she said. Mom was next as she and Mike kissed with equal fervor. "Salty kisses" Mom said. *Coming: The road to the Magdalene Experience begins at the back door. Note from TSM - When I started this writing, I had every intention of making Jack "Dad" Baylor the main character around which everything else revolved. Mike and Jill were minor characters. But they hijacked this story and told it the way they wanted, and it became mostly about them and their interaction with Sheila, rather than interaction between "Dad" and Sheila. So it has gone off in a direction that I didn't think that it would. And they are not done yet. There is a "part 2", The Magdalene Experience. If there is interest, I will tell the next part of Mike, Jill and Sheila and at some point return to focus on Jack. I encourage your comments, and your votes. Thank you. If you contact me through Lit, I answer all emails. Share your experiences, give story line suggestions, I appreciate them all.*

Title: Rory's Weekend by Panthera Tags: Cub, No-Yiff, Other/Herm, Spanking Rory's Weekend By : Panthera This story is not to be reproduced, copied, or otherwise published anywhere, in any way shape or form, without the express permission of the author. It was finally the end of the school year. Rory sat behind his desk, wearing his blue jean cut-off shorts, and his favorite T-shirt, the Cincinnati Bengals one he had been given for his birthday. Happy that the day, and his school year, was finally almost over, he relaxed in his chair. The young tiger cub had been having some troubles during the year, but he thought he had gotten past them. He had his whole summer in front of him, and the fall start of the school year seemed like an eternity away. Five minutes before the final bell rang, the teacher had everyone line up in front of the room. Rory noticed how empty the room looked with all the posters and decorations down, all the desks cleaned and empty. He still couldn't wait to be out for the summer though. Their teacher padded along down the line, saying goodbye to her class for the year, and handing each one their final report card. As she finishes, she spoke to them all as a class for one last time. "Now then, all of you have been given your final report card this year. You'll notice they're folded in two and stapled along each edge." Rory glanced at his folded note card and nodded. "That is to prevent tampering," she continued. "No one can look at their report cards, or try to change anything, without their parents knowing they did so. And I've written in each one that they have been stapled and sealed as well, so your parents will know." Everyone gave small nods, just wanting to be out of the classroom finally. The bell rang, and as the teacher waved her paw, everyone filed out quietly. It was not until they were outside that everyone began running home. Rory put his report card in his pocket and ran home happily. He arrived home a little earlier than usual, but not by much. Panting, he ran into the house, closing the door quietly behind him. He saw his mother sitting on the couch, and calmed down, padding over to her slowly, but smiling. "Hello son." she smiled. "All done for the year?" Rory nodded vigorously, smiling, "Yeah mamma! School's closed!" The two tigers, mother and son, shared a chuckle. "Well, then do you have something for me son?" Rory smiled, "Oh yeah!" he climbed up onto her lap and kissed her cheek. His mother purred to her son, hugging him close in her arms, "Well I never mind getting those from you son, but that wasn't exactly what I meant." "Hmm?" "Didn't your teacher give you a report card for the year today?" Rory smiled and nodded. He reached into his pocket and handed it to her. "Still sealed I see. Why don't you go play in your room son?" He smiled and kissed her again before scampering off to his bedroom. His mother tore out the staples with her claws, and began looking over the grades and final comments listed there. As she read, she began to frown. A couple of hours later, while Rory was still playing in his room, his father arrived home. He came in, tired from a day of work, but happy to have a weekend off with his family. As he saw his wife's demeanor, his spirits fell a little. "Love? Is something the matter?" She sighed, nodding as she passed Rory's report card to his father. He too started to frown as he read the notes and grades listed there. He finished and looked to her, frowning, "Not as bad as it could be I suppose. Have you said anything to him?" She shook her head, "I'm almost too mad to. Would you take care of him?" He nodded, "I suppose I have to after this mess." They exchanged kisses, and he walked off, towards Rory's room. Rory was playing with his toy cars on his racetrack as his father padded up to the door. "Son?" He turned and smiled, "Hi daddy!" His father sat down on the bed, "Son, come up here." Rory gave a shrug and started to climb up onto his father lap. He hugged his son warmly for a moment before speaking again. "We got your report card today son." Rory looked up at his father, nodding. His father sighed. "You know what it said?" Rory shook his head. His father began to read from the card. "Lack of discipline, one of the leading troublemakers in the class, but with more personal discipline and more direction, he could have straight A grades, not just a few A grades." Rory began to frown. His father continued reading. "An A in reading and science. But a B minus in spelling, a C in penmanship and citizenship, and a D minus in math. Son, why didn't you tell us math was giving you problems?" Rory turned his gaze back down at the ground. "You'd laugh." "Why would we son?" "Other cubs do." "But we're not cubs son. I know, we both know, how hard math can be to learn. We would have tried our best to help you son." Rory sighed. His father gave his rear a firm pat with his paw. "You have a serious lesson to learn right here son, and I'm going to make sure it's not one you'll ever forget." Rory squirmed, starting to stand up so he could undress. His father nodded, "Yes, that's good. You know the position. I'll be right back." Rory sighed as he finished undressing. He knew he was really in for it. Not wanting things any worse than they already were, he folded his clothes in a neat pile, set them aside, then bent himself over the foot of his bed, nude, with a pillow underneath his belly, and another one below his head. It seemed like an eternity to the little cub before his father returned. Rory didn't see what his father was carrying. "Now Rory, you know why we have to do this?" Rory nodded his head softly, "Because of my grades?" The older orange-and-black feline nodded. "Yes, and what else?" Rory thought a moment. "Mmm ... 'cuz I didn't come and ask for help?" He nodded, "Yes, and there's one other thing." Rory couldn't think of what else there could be. "What's dat?" "Your teacher said you had a problem being disciplined. Your mother and I are going to make sure you know what discipline is this weekend son, and any other day or weekend afterwards we think you need it." "What you mean daddy?" "I'll explain after this is over son. You're getting this three times. One for your bad grade, one for not coming to us for help, and one for not behaving in school this year." Rory mewled softly, a sense of dread beginning to swell up in his gut. "You'll thank this for me someday son." Rory doubted that, but didn't see any reason to mention it. He heard a familiar snap! of the belt as his father folded the leather strap in half. He braced himself, and as he had expected, a second later, he felt a small gust of wind on his exposed backside, a moment before the belt landed hard, making a line of searing pain across both cheek. Rory jumped against the bed, beginning to sniffle already from that pain, with more on the way. "Just stay there son. This is far from over." Rory had little choice in the matter. He didn't even want to think what his punishment would be if he tried to move out of the way. The flexible, black, leather belt swung true on his rear again, and then again once more. Each one got a new mrew! of pain from the tiger cub, and when the belt landed again, he couldn't hold back anymore, and just started to bawl on the bed, warm cub tears running down both sides of his muzzle as he his face against the pillow. His father moved closer, and Rory felt his tail being lifted by his father's paw. He had only done this twice before, and both times were ones Rory would never forget. Again the belt fell, hard, this time landing painfully right against the base of the cub's tail. This made him shriek out in sheer agony, a whole new wave of sobs coming from the very sore cub. And there were still two more to go. The older tiger sat down by his son, rubbing his back with a paw, letting the cub cry all he needed to. "Son?" Rory wiped his eyes with his paws and looked up at his father. "Mmm?" "That one was for your bad grade. Do you remember the last time I spanked you over my lap?" Rory had to think about that, which he found a little hard to do from the pain in his rear. "Uhm ... wasn't it at the park few weeks ago?" He nodded, "Yes. You remember what it was for?" Rory nodded his head slightly. He remember a lot about that day, mainly the pain. "Cuz I pushed that bunnygirl off the swings and she hurted her knees?" "Yes son. I was very angry at you over that, but also very disappointed you had been so mean to her." Rory watched his father, noticing for the first time his face wasn't angry, but more thoughtful, maybe even a little sad. "And that's how I feel now. Next time you have a problem that you can't handle, whether it's in school or not, I expect you to come to us son." Rory nodded, "I try to daddy." He leaned down and licked his son's face. "Good. Now up you go." Rory shuffled forward on all four paws slowly, not wanting what was coming, but knowing he did deserve it. He set one of his pillows on his father's lap, then climbed across, his rump up in the air as he settled down. His father smiled a little, "I certainly did a number on your bottom I see." Rory had to agree. "I hope this makes this lesson sink home son." Rory only needed to feel one swat to know what was being used. His mother's almost antique wooden furbrush. Each swat of the brush made a big spot of his backside burn, but what hurt the most was how completely his whole backside, even under his tail and down his legs, could be reached by the brush. His father was also an adept at reaching everywhere with the brush. Taking his time as he went along, but still keeping the swats coming at a quick pace, he completely covered Rory's rump in more pain. Knowing what he was doing, he made sure to alternate from side to side on his cub's rear, only giving a few swats on each side before returning to the other side. He didn't go anywhere close to his son's tailbase though. Rory squirmed on his father's lap, but found himself held in place by his tail. Squirm and kick all he might, his father only kept continuing, methodically burning this lesson into his son's already very sore backside. Rory cried again, though not nearly as loud as before. The brush definitely hurt him, but it wasn't as much of a shock each time it hit him. He wiped at his eyes a few times, but gave that up and just let himself cry as his father worked on him. He continued on, covering most areas two, sometimes even three times, before he finally finished. It had only been a couple of minutes, but to the one suffering the furbrush, it felt like a lot longer. The older tiger set the brush down, and rubbed his son's back softly, even purrrring a bit to the hurt cub. Gradually Rory calmed down again, though he didn't think he'd be sitting down anytime soon. His father picked him up, and being careful not to touch his son's rear (or to let him touch it either) he hugged him warmly. Rory smiled and hugged back around his father's neck. His rear still felt like it was on fire, but he knew he was loved all the same. He held his son close, nuzzling him gently. "You know there's one more still son." Rory sighed, but nodded a bit as he snuggled up to his father's warm, rumbling chest. "I love you daddy." His father smiled, kissing his son's cheek before setting him down on his lap again. "I love you too son. But I think you know you need this." Rory gave a small hint of a nod as he settled into position. Once more, his tail was lifted out of the way gently by a paw, then he felt his father's other paw rubbing very warmly over his rear. Rory squirmed and shook a little as the pain was rubbed into him, but it also was rubbing it away a little, so he didn't mind so badly, for the moment. Then, his paw raised up, and Rory felt another familiar type of swat on his rear, his father's paw. Rory jumped a little, beginning to cry again almost instantly as he endured yet another spanking that evening. His rear was beginning to glow bright red underneath his fur, even turning slightly purple in a few well-tended to spots. His father was as methodical as before, but firmer, and quicker, giving barrage after barrage of quick, stinging slaps to his son's rear. As with the brush, he made sure to cover everywhere, even giving a few quick smacks to the back of his son's thighs. As Rory cried louder at that, squirming like a very sore, very sorry cub on the bed, he felt his tail being lifted a bit higher. Knowing what was coming, he had just enough time to whimper once between his sobs, before his father finished the spanking. To send his point truly home, he aimed right at Rory's tailbase. Spending almost half a minute there, he quickly turned Rory's whole body into a squirming, wriggling body of pain, each stinging swat there sending a similar sting up his backbone. Rory sobbed out loud, making a small shriek once again before his father finished up on him. He stroked down his son's fur, knowing his sorry cub needed to cry, and letting him. He stayed there patiently until Rory had calmed down enough to breathe normally. "Now son, I think you could use a nap right now. We'll talk about this weekend after dinner, alright?" The cub nodded. "Good." His father kissed him again. "Rest well son." He set the cub down on his front on the bed, putting his pillows back under his head. Rory was fast asleep before his father had even left the room. Later that evening, after Rory had uncomfortably sat through dinner, he had a talk with his parents. His mother spoke first. "You see son, we think maybe what you need is more discipline to help you learn about disciplining yourself." Rory blinked a little. "What dat mean?" "Son," spoke his father, "for the rest of the weekend, you're going to be kept right in sight, where we both can see you at any time. Understand so far? That means no going outside, no going anywhere, unless we take you there." Rory nodded glumly. "Good. And during this time, anytime you do something you know is wrong, or something we feel you know better than to do or say, we're going to punish you however we see fit. Ok?" Rory didn't like it, but he knew he had to accept it. "Ok." Both his parents nodded. "Please clean off the table son. Your mother will wash the dishes." Rory was thankful for an excuse to get off his rear, so he quietly cleared the table. "Would you like him to help you fry off the dishes my love?" asked his father. She nodded, smiling, "Yes, that would be nice." Rory helped to get all the dishes and glasses to the sink, then grabbed the dish towel and stood beside his mother, waiting to help. One by one, as she handed him each glass, each spoon and fork (the knives she would dry herself) he dried them dutifully with the towel, setting them on the counter when finished. They didn't speak much, but both felt happy. She then started handing dishes to Rory, and again he dried each one carefully before setting them on the counter. Then it happened. As Rory was setting one dish on the pile he had made on the counter, his mother began to hold another plate out to him. Rory turned to grab it, before he had set the damp plate on top of the stack. The cub grabbed onto the plate his mother was holding, and neither of them saw the dish fall until they heard it clatter, then shatter, on the tile kitchen floor. His mother quickly pulled Rory back from the broken flatware on the floor, making sure he didn't get cut. As she held him, moving him away from the debris, she heard him mutter, "Dammit." She frowned and turned him around to look her in the eyes, "What did you say son?" He blinked, not even realizing he had said anything until she spoke to him. "Uhhm .. " was all he could muster in his defense. "I see." She frowned at him. "Go wait for me in the bathroom cub. Now!" Rory frowned and padded off, carefully avoiding the dish on the floor. His mother swept up the pieces on the floor, made sure all the tiny pieces of flatware were gone, so it was safe to walk, then padded into the bathroom, upset, but calm-headed. Rory was standing by their tub, waiting quietly. "Son ... " his mother spoke as she sat beside him on the edge of the tub. "Where did you learn that word?" He frowned, looking down at his feet. "School." She sighed. "Oh. Did one of the teachers say it?" He shook his head. "Someone on the playground?" He nodded. "Don't you know that's not a good word to say?" Again, the cub nodded. She put her paw under his chin, raising it slowly, making him look her in the eyes, "So why did you say it Rory?" The cub gulped a little. His mother didn't scare him, usually, but he was still feeling nervous. "Cuz I got real mad. It was loud .. an' I didn' mean for it to drop mommy." She nodded to him, kissing his cheek gently, smiling just a little. "I know you didn't son. If I thought you broke that dish on purpose, you'd be over my lap right now, ok?" Rory nodded a little, feeling less nervous. "But ... I do not like potty mouths that use bad words. Do you ever hear your father or myself use those bad words?" Rory thought about it, but couldn't even remember hearing those words come from them. "No momma." Again, she nodded. "That's right. We don't like them, don't use them, and we won't stand for you using them either, even if you were startled." "I'm sorry momma." "Yes, I know son, but remember what we said about this weekend?" Rory nodded. "Alright then. Open your mouth and hold still." Rory watched her begin to get things ready by the sink. "Why?" She glanced down at him, "If you use dirty words, you get your mouth cleaned out cub." Rory sighed, even growling a little under his breath. "What was that?" "Nothing mommy." She gave another nod, then went back to what she was doing. Rory heard running water as he opened his muzzle up as wide as he could. She sat back down by him, holding him between her legs. "Now watch cub." He watched as she held out the damp washcloth. In her other paw, she smeared a big drop of liquid soap onto the cloth, then rubbed the cloth together in her paws. As she rubbed, a white, soapy film emerged on the cloth. Rory still had his muzzle open. She twisted the cloth into a long bundle of soapy cloth, and pushed it into his open mouth, with one end hanging out each side of his muzzle. "Now bite down son." Rory grimaced as he bit down, holding his muzzle closed around the soap, the sickening taste assaulting his taste and smell, some of the suds even starting to work down his throat. His mother put one paw on top of his muzzle, and one paw below it. As she held the cub still between her legs, she held his muzzle closed. Rory continued to grimace, beginning to squirm as the nasty taste worked even more into his stomach. She only watched him calmly, holding him there for his punishment. Rory continued to be forced to taste the stuff, squirming and trying to groan as a sick feeling began to grow in his belly. After a full five minutes, she let go of his muzzle, and turned on the flow of water into the bathtub. "Think you've had enough son?" He did not need to be asked twice. He nodded vigorously. "You can rinse your mouth out, after you get in the tub. You're being given a bath, then put to bed early son." Rory would have agreed to anything to get rid of the taste in his mouth. He climbed into the warm water, and sat down carefully, whimpering softly. Quickly, he put his muzzle under the faucet and just let the water rinse the soap out of his muzzle. He spat out suds as well, but after a good deal of rinsing, his sick feeling began to fade. His mother smiled a little, "Feel better now?" Rory nodded, "Yes mommy. Sorry I said that word." She smiled, hugging the wet cub to her wet shirt, "I know son." She then gave the young cub a warm bath, using lots of soap on his fur, but being careful not to get any more in his muzzle. They didn't talk much, but by the time she had finished rinsing him off, Rory was smiling again. She helped him out of the tub, wrapped a warm, thick, green, adult-sized beach towel around him, almost swaddling him in the fuzzy warmth. He grinned and snuggled against the towel, giggling as she lifted him up and over her shoulder to carry him to her bedroom. Setting the bundle down, she unfurled the blanket, grinning, "All dry now too?" Rory nodded, giggling as he tried to sneak under the towel again. She smiled, tickling his footpaws as he tried to crawl from her. The cub laughed, giggling and squirming in place, all thoughts of getting away now forgotten. Then, she pounced on top of him, grinning as she held the towel down with her weight, holding him snug to his bed. Rory smiled up at her. "Love you son." "Love you too mommy." She smiled down at him, though her voice was slightly more serious, but still happy. "Know what you need now son?" Rory shook his head. "This weekend son, you're not to be out of our sights, even at night." "How you doin' dat?" She smiled. "You're sleeping in our bed son, and staying there from now until we get up in the morning." "But what if I gotta go poddy?" She let go of the cub, sitting beside him on the bed now. "That's why you'll be wearing a diaper son." Rory frowned. "But I'm not a baby!" "I didn't say you were son, but you will wear one tonight, and tomorrow night, and maybe even the night after." Rory mrewled softly, pitifully. "I don't wanna." She stopped getting up and turned to look at him. "What did you say?" Rory felt very nervous, but kept speaking. "I said I don't wanna wear a diaper." She frowned, getting back on the bed beside him. " Rory ... you are wearing a diaper tonight. The only question is if you wear one like you are now, or on a sore rear end." Rory sighed loudly. "Okay, okay." She gave a quick nod, "Move the towel, and stay right there." Rory did as he was told, while his mother found a pile of his old cloth diapers in her closet. She came back with two of them, and two safety pins. She knelt down before him on the bed, much like she used to when he still needed these at night. Both mother and son remembered those days. "Alright, lift your legs son." Slowly, grudgingly, Rory lifted his legs up. His mother lifted them the rest of the way, so he was leaning on his shoulders, his rear a few inches off of the bed. Expertly, she slid the diaper under him with only her one free paw. After the diaper was in place, she slid the other under him. Then, as Rory thought he was about to be let go, he felt a sharp, very painful swat on his backside. He looked up, and met the gaze of his mother. "Son ... I don't like it when you talk back to me like that." She emphasized her words with another very hard smack. Rory winced, "I'm sorry ... I just don' wanna be a baby mommy." She nodded, "I know son, and I don't think you're a baby. I'm certainly not treating you anymore like a baby than just diapering you. You do need this son." Her son gave a small nod. She leaned down and kissed his nose, then let go of his kegs and carefully pinned the two diapers together at Rory's sides. "And now son, you're going to sleep." She moved the sheets down off the bed and pulled Rory up close to her chest. She pulled the blankets over them both, purrring lovingly to her son as she held him close. "Mommy?" She smiles, kissing his head softly, "Yes my son?" "You an' daddy know about math?" She chuckled a little, "We know what we're doing, yes." The worn out cub yawned, "Mebbe sometime you teach it to me?" She smiled, purrrring louder than before suddenly and kissing him again. "Yes son, I promise. It's time for bed now." "Love you pretty mommy." She smiled, turning off the light beside the bed, "I love you too silly son." Rory curled up against her in the dark, feeling safe in her warm embrace in the late evening light. And though he never saw, his mother shed a tear as he fell asleep, his head resting against her bosom, a sight she hadn't seen in years. The next morning, as usual, Rory woke up before his parents did. He was still being held by his mother's paw, and even if he had wanted to, he would not have been able to get free from her. So he laid there, comfortably, relaxing. He really had to use the restroom, but couldn't get free. After a few minutes more lying there, he lost control, and thoroughly wet his diaper. He kept quiet, and merely snuggled against his mother, waiting for someone to change him. He fell asleep again while he waited, only waking up in mid-morning as his parents did. They all nuzzled, and kissed one another. His mother tended to him while his father went to make breakfast. She smiled as she took him into the bathroom, taking his diaper off and cleaning him up with the soapy cloth she'd used the night before. The cub giggled at the attention, then happily went along with her wishes as his mother dressed him for the day, in a T-shirt, and a pair of shorts, but no underwear. The two walked into the kitchen together, in good spirits. They sat down, growing even hungrier as they smelled the eggs and the bacon cooking. His father sat down a minute or two later, with plates of food, and they all ate well. After breakfast, Rory got out form his chair, and began to pad outside, forgetting about his weekend. "Son?" called his father, "Where are you going?" He looked back, smiling, "I was going out inna backyard." His father shook his head, "No you're not. Come here." Rory frowned, padding to his father's side. The older tiger moved his chair back and patted his lap, "Up here now son." Rory whined, but climbed up and positioned himself over his father's lap. "How come daddy?" He watched the cub as he slid his shorts down his legs. "You're not going out to play this weekend son. You're not supposed to go or do anything unless we tell you to, or give you permission if you ask us." Rory frowned. He had forgotten all about his punishment weekend. He was about to plead his case, when a firm paw swat on his hind end made him forget any ideas of that. He made a small mrewl, whimpering as his father's paw landed again, then again, and again once more. By now, the cub was in tears, sniffling and crying on his father's lap. His mother halfway watched as she cleared the table. The tiger swatted five or six more times before he stopped. He slid his son's shorts off, then set him on his feet. "In the corner cub, and keep those paws at your sides." Rory sniffled and ran into the corner. He leaned against the walls there, fighting the urge to rub his rear end, sniffling until he stopped crying. After his mother had finished washing and drying the dishes, she padded up behind him. "Son?" He kept facing the corner. "Yes mommy?" "We have a few chores we need to do today, you and I. And you know what will happen if you don't help me." He nodded. "What's that?" Rory frowned a little. "I gets in trouble." The tigress nodded, "That's right. Are you ready to help me? Or do you need to stay in your corner for a while more?" "No, I can help you now." She smiled, "Good. Come with me." He followed her into the living room, where she handed a dry dustrag to him. "The shelves by the TV, the legs of the table and the chairs in here, and in the dining room, the TV itself, and the tables by the couches all need dusting." He frowned at the list of things he had to do. "What you gonna do mommy?" he asked. She watched him for a moment, then decided he wasn't getting fresh with his question, so she answered him calmly. "I'm vacuuming the floor in both rooms, as well as the couch and the seats of the chairs, and ironing both tablecloths." Rory nodded, and they both got to work. Rory never liked the vacuum cleaner, so he did his dusting under the tables while she was cleaning the carpets and the cushions, always managing to be in the other room than the one she was vacuuming. When she finished, her went about dusting the shelves and TV and end tables, while she ironed. "Mommy?" She looked down at him, "Yes?" "How come we gotta do all this?" She moved over to the couch, after turning off the iron, and motioned him over. He padded to her side slowly. "Son, do you like having a nice, clean house?" He nodded. "Do you think the house cleans itself son?" "No." "That's why we have to do these chores son." He nodded again and was about to go back to his dusting, when he felt her pulling him back by the shoulder. He looked up at her, then frowned as she was leading him to the couch beside her. "Bend over Rory." He sighed and bent over the front of the couch. With one paw on his back, he found he could hardly move. His mother swatted him five times quickly, leaving stinging pawprints on his rear. He whined, sniffling as she held him down. "I don't mind you asking questions son, but only if you want to know something you didn't before." Rory nodded his head a little, rubbing at his face with his paws. "Now, if I let you up, are you going to behave?" "Uh huh mommy." She let him up, "Good. You're almost done dusting too son." He nodded, and they both returned to work. A few minutes later, both were finished. Afterwards, she picked Rory up and carried him into his own bedroom. "I see you didn't get things picked up in here last night son." Rory frowned as he looked around at all his toys. She set him down, standing in the doorway, "Pick everything up, then come back here." Rory took as much time in picking up his room as he could. Slowly, he got everything put away, folded, and he straightened out his bed. Then he padded back to his mother. She took him by the paw and led him back into her bedroom. "Up on the bed son." He frowned, and climbed up. She sat down beside him, setting something on her bedside table. "Rory?" He looked up at her. "Didn't we tell you to put something away before you get out something else to play with?" Rory could only nod. "In that case son, I think you need something before I put you down for a nap." He sighed and turned onto his front. His young ears perked up and he heard a deep, but soft growl coming from his mother. "You are so going to get it now cub. I hadn't planned on using my brush, but now I think you need it." He whined, but the sound was soon replaced by crying and tears, as well as the steady whack whack whack of the brush on his exposed backside. Rory squirmed and cried, mrewling in the pain as the brush smacked his rear for the second time in as many days. The cub didn't know whether his father or his mother was worse with the brush. While his father had some kind of rhythm to his spanking, his mother seemed much more random about it. He never knew where the next touch of the brush would be felt on him, nor how hard or soft it would be. Sometimes he could hardly feel the smack, and sometimes he thought she was hitting hard enough for his fur to fall out. By the time she finished, his rump had a very bright red glow, even showing through his fur, and the pillow he was lying against had a small spot that was damp from cub tears. She didn't need to even tell him he was being put down for a nap. After she finished with him, he fell fast asleep. He was woken up a few hours later by his father gently shaking him, "Son?" Rory yawned, looking up at him. "Mmm daddy?" He smiled, "It's almost time for dinner son. Come along." Rory yawned and stretched out as he followed his father into the kitchen. The cub sat uncomfortably in the wooden kitchen chair, but knowing the consequences, he tried to keep his squirming to a minimum. His parents smiled to each other as the meal ended. Rory remained seated. "What should we do tonight?" "Well, I'm not sure my love." said his mother. "Perhaps a movie? Or a good evening of quiet reading?" His father smiled, "Those both sound good." He looked to Rory. "You're being very patient son, thank you. Was there anything you had wanted to do this evening?" Rory smiled, finally getting his chance to speak. "I like seein' movies with you ... an' playin's fun too." His father smiled, "A movie does sound nice. But if we watch one here son, you're going to be quiet during the movie, ok?" Rory nodded, "I can be quiet daddy." His father stood up and helped Rory down from his chair. He knelt beside his son, smiling, "I'll pick something we all enjoy while you and your mother clean the dishes, ok?" Rory smiled, nodding. He began to go towards his mother, when his father stopped him. "Hmm?" "And son ... if you say a bad word tonight ... I'll deal with you, got it?" Rory wasn't sure exactly what that would involve, but he was pretty sure he didn't want to find out. "Ok daddy." His father gave him a firm swat on his rear, making Rory whine a little as he went back to his mother's side. After a warning like that, the cub was very careful with the dishes, and even more careful with what he said. They finished the dishes without incident, and went back into the living room. His mother laid down on the couch, resting her head on his father's leg, and Rory sat on the floor. His father turned on the movie, The Littlest Tyger, which was Rory's favorite. His parents kissed quietly on the couch, keeping an eye on the cub while he watched. He remembered his father's words, and stayed quiet the whole time, only smiling during the happy scenes, and even remaining silent during the dramatic scenes. After the movie, he turned to look at his parents, who were just relaxing as far as he could see. "Still like that one son?" Rory nodded, smiling, "Yeah! It's my favorite!" His parents chuckled. "I think it's time for bed, for all of us." Rory frowned a little, but didn't say anything. The three tigers padded into the large bedroom, beginning to settle in for bed. His mother beckoned him over again, "Come here cub." Rory padded over quickly, correctly guessing he was being diapered for the evening. He didn't struggle this time, letting her diaper his freely. The three tigers settled into the warm bed, with a few comfortable sheets pulled over them. That night, though Rory kissed both his parents goodnight, he curled up against his father's strong, muscular chest, nuzzling up to it as he got comfortable. His father purrrred loud enough to make the whole bed rumble slightly, and Rory fell asleep as a very relaxed kitten. He woke before his parents again, still snuggled to his father's chest. The young cub relieved himself in his diaper, but stayed awake this time, snuggled happily to the older tiger's warmth. With a wide yawn that showed off his teeth, Rory's father woke. He smiled, pulling his son into a warm hug. The cub purrred, nuzzling against his strong, loving arms. "Morning daddy." He smiles, licking over his son's ears, "Good morning my son. Sleep well?" Rory nodded, smiling. His father patted his son's cloth diaper softly, feeling the wetness there. "And you stayed here in bed too I see." Rory nodded, blushing a little. His father picked his son up in his arms, then carried him into the restroom. "You need to go any more son?" Rory shook his head. "Alright then." he set the cub down and unfastened his diaper. Suddenly, the air conditioner started up, blowing a steady stream of cool air past Rory's cold, damp groin. The cub shivered, feeling himself tightening up, suddenly needing to wet again. His father got a washcloth wet, in some warm water, and started wiping down his son. Rory shivered a little more, really feeling like he needed to go now. "The AC a little cold for you son?" Rory nodded quickly. The older tiger chuckled, and continued cleaning the cub. Rory shivered once more, then gave a sad, pitiful mrew. "What's wrong son?" Rory was about to answer, when his body answered for him. He frowned, as did his father a moment later, when a trickle of his pee started to flow. His father held the washcloth up in front of his son's crotch, letting the cloth soak up the sudden flow. A few moments later, it ended. His father sighed, looking down at his son. "I thought you didn't have to go anymore son." Rory frowned. "But I didn't mean to daddy! The air conditioner made me cuz it was so cold." His father frowned in disbelief. Without saying another word, Rory felt himself being lifted up again, and carried. He found himself being carried backwards into his room. He was set down softly on his own bed, nude. His father got down on one knee, looking nose-to-nose with his son. "I'm very disappointed in you son." "But it wasn't my fault daddy!" He sighed loudly, a sound almost like a growl now. "I'm going to get something from the backyard. If you want to sit down at all this summer, you'll stay right here cub." Rory's bottom jaw trembled in fear, and in shame. "What ... you getting?" His father stood up solemnly. "You'll see." He stepped out of the room. Rory watched him leave, not knowing what to think. He frowned, and waited quietly, beginning to get a sense of dread in his gut. A ten minute eternity later, his father approached. He held out a long, thin branch that looked like it had been stripped clean of all leaves and bark and rough edges. "Do you know what this is son?" Rory gulped. "A ... a stick?" His father gave a small nod, "Well yes, but it's a specially prepared stick. Have you ever heard of a switch?" Rory frowned. He'd heard other cubs at his school talking about them, and from how they described it, he wanted no part of it. He gave a small, fearful nod. "Good. You know what to do then." The cub set the pillows up as he had been instructed, and bent over the foot of the bed, positioning himself over the pillows, with his tail at the side, showing his backside. His father rose to his paws, nodding, "Correct. You're only getting five with the switch now son, but if you act up today, you'll get five more before bed. Am I understood?" Rory nodded, sighing into the pillow. He didn't want to know what a switch felt like, but he was about to find out anyway. His father flicked his wrist quickly. The cub only heard a faint whirring sound as the switch cut through the air, then felt it's sting across his rear end. He howled out in pain, thinking his father had just torn apart the skin on his rear. He watched his son's rear, noticing how quickly he could see the bright red welt forming in a long, but thin, line across his son's backside. Making sure not to cross the first line, he added a second, and then a third. Rory roared out with as much might as his small body would let him. Each time it struck him, he lurched against the bed, then bit down on the pillow, screaming into it with his pain. Never had Rory ever felt anything so painful as this in his whole life. He just wanted it to end. Still being careful not to cross any previous lines, knowing that could easily draw blood, he gave his son the final two swings of the switch. Again, Rory screamed into the pillow. After the switching was done, he could only lay there, feeling like his backside had been ripped to shreds, bawling and whimpering, even afraid to touch his backside, even if his father had let him. The older tiger sat on the bed, rubbing his son's back and neck , softly skritching him with his claws. He knew his son would need a long time to clam down from that punishment, and he stayed with him the whole time, rubbing, petting, skritching, and purrring gently to his son. It was a good twenty minutes before Rory could stop whimpering and speak normally, though he was still sniffling. "Dat hurted a lot daddy!" He nodded, "Yes son, I know." "How do you know daddy?" he asked honestly. His father pulled Rory up onto his lap, still lying on his front, and hugged his son tightly. "Because son, when I was a cub, from when I was your age until I was almost in puberty, that's what I normally got my punishments with." Rory nuzzled against his father. The cub couldn't imagine getting that more than once. "You did?" he asked sympathetically. His father nodded, licking over his son's ears. "Yes son, and believe me, I remember each one. But after the first one, believe me, I made up my mind not to get any more." "Didja get more?" His father chuckled a bit, nodding, "Yes son, more than a few times I got more with the switch." Rory nodded, making up his mind suddenly, "Well I'm not gonna." The older tiger grinned, "I'll keep you to that son." The two snuggled together as Rory slowly began to feel better, forgetting about his backside. As early afternoon rolled around, Rory finally stood up. Walking still hurt a little, as did sitting down, but not so bad he couldn't do it anymore. That afternoon, as a family, they got dressed and went to the backyard. Rory stayed close to his parents, helping them with the yardwork, mainly with the raking since he was too young to work the mower. His father would mow one side of the yard, after Rory and his mother had cleared it of leaves and debris. Then, Rory and his mother went to the garden, while his father tended to their front yard. "Now son, I want you to help me pick the weeds out." He nodded, smiling. "Now don't pull out anything unless I tell you to, and then only pull out what I tell you and nothing else." "Ok mommy." She smiled. They walked through the rows of her garden together, and she would point out a weed here and there for him to attack, and he would pull it out, root and all. She was also pleased that he wasn't taking out anything else. "Mommy?" he asked as he stood form successfully removing another weed. She smiled at him, the warm weather brightening everyone's mood. "Yes my son?" "You was a cub too right?" She chuckled, "A while ago, but yes, I was." "You gots punished when you was a cub?" She nodded, "Yes Rory I did." They continued walking along, with Rory doing most of the weed pulling. "How was you punished?" "Usually I was spanked with a furbrush son." "Those hurt mommy." She chuckled again, nodding, "Trust me son, I know." They both smiled. She came to a stop and knelt down, with Rory going to his side. "Why ya stop mommy?" She smiled, digging a little with her paws, "See son, my peppers are ready to be picked now." "Can I help?" She hugged her son to her chest, purrrring to him softly. "Yes son, of course you can. Just do as I do, alright?" He nodded, eager to help. He watched as she gripped one of the large peppers by the stem, then twisted it a bit, and using the claws on her other paw, sliced the stem off. Rory smiled. He was hardly ever allowed to use his claws. They both went at it, twisting and slicing, though it usually took Rory a few swipes of his paw to break a pepper free. Some of the peppers were larger hat Rory's paw was. They finished shortly, having a good harvest of sixteen green peppers. "Can I carry them inside mommy?" She smiled, "I think I'd better do it. I thank you though." Rory frowned, but nodded, "Ok" She watched him for a moment, then carried the peppers into the house. With Rory by her side, she washed them all off, then set them on the counter to dry. "What we gonna do now?" She smiled at him, "Come with me." He followed her into the front yard, now that his father was finished there, and she knelt down by her flower garden. "We picking more weeds?" She nodded, "But only the ones I tell you to pull out son." He nodded a little bit, "I know, I know." She glanced at him again, but said nothing. She merely pointed to the ones that were weeds, and watching him closely, made sure he got them out. There weren't many weeds, so it only took her a few minutes to have Rory get them all. She stood up and brushed off her pants. Rory dusted some dirt off the fur on his knees. "Come along." He followed her to the side of the house, where the hose was. "Son, can you carry the end of the hose back up by my flowers please?" He nodded, pulling the hose carefully as she unwound it from the wall. "There?" she called around the side of the house. "Yeah!" "Ok son. Aim it at the grass and hold it for me please?" "Sure!" She nodded, thinking he was over his little pout, and turned the water on a little ways. As she walked back around to the front of the house, she got quite a surprise. Rory was standing, and aiming the hose away from her flowers, but with his attention on something in one of the trees, the young orange-and-black cub didn't watch what way the water was spraying. He heard a loud growl, only to look towards it and see his mother standing, with a large wet patch soaking her shirt and her jeans. Rory saw her, and though he didn't want to, he started laughing. She growled again and started stalking towards him, getting wetter. "Give me the hose Rory!" Rory gave it to her, still laughing at the scene. She sighed and turned the water on the flowers, muttering to herself. A few minutes later, she stopped, and Rory had calmed by then. She turned the hose off, and coiled it up, then looked at Rory, with a very unhappy look on her face. Rory started to frown. "Inside. Now." Rory padded slowly towards the door. A growl from his mother made him scurry faster. As his mother was padding inside, his father came around the other corner of the house. His mother just glared at him. "Don't even think about it." He gave a nod, keeping his face calm, though he was chuckling on the inside. "Let me guess." She only nodded to him and continued inside. His father sighed. She walked past Rory's room, and stopped. "Get undressed. Now." She walked past to her own room, to undress, dry off, then go into her son's room. She grabbed her wooden furbrush on the way. Rory was undressed when she arrived at his room. He looked up at her with pitiful eyes. "Oh, you're sorry now Rory?" He nodded, "Yeah mommy." She sat down on his bed, motioning to her lap, "I intend to make sure you are. You'd have been spanked for this anyway cub, even if we weren't trying to teach you something this weekend." Rory only nodded as he climbed over her lap, slightly thankful his mother never used the belt on him. He felt his tail being moved to the side carefully by her paw, then that same paw holding his back down, keeping him on her lap. She swatted him once, hard. He yelped softly. "Did you think soaking me with the hose was funny son?" He didn't want to admit that it was an accident, nor did he want to admit that he found it funny all the same. He only shrugged. She smacked him again, hard, four more times with the brush. He began to sniffle and mrewl, tears welling up in his eyes. "So would you have sprayed your father with the hose?" Rory thought about it and shook is head. He got another five hard whacks of the furbrush on his rear, leaving warm, burning patches on his skin there. The cub was crying now, sniffling, panting through his sobs. "I'm very upset with you Rory." Then, she truly went at it. The brush swung up and down again and again, making sure the cub could feel her anger. He kicked his feet, crying out loud, the tears running in rivers down his young face. He whined, he sniffled, he bawled on her lap as she continued on him. After a good, solid five minutes of spanking his rear with the brush, she came to a stop. Rory was crying so hard and so loud he could barely breathe. As he panted, his mother set him down on his bed, on his front, watching him. Now that the punishment had finally stopped, Rory curled up on his belly, crying to himself. His mother remained by his side, rubbing the back of his head softly. His crying slowly tapered off, but even as he was able to speak and breathe normal, his backside still stung like it had just been attacked by bees. He looked up at his mother, and was at least relieved that she looked calmer, and happier. She smiled back at him, "Think you learned something this weekend son?" Rory nodded quickly. "Alright then. Let's see what your father's up to." Rory nodded and climbed down by her side, slowly following her as she went through their house. They found him in the living room, watching TV, a bit of a smile on his face. "Everything taken care of?" The tigress smiled. "Why don't you show him Rory?" Rory frowned, but turned, bending over slightly. He heard the deep laughter of his father. "I see that it was. Do you think he'll need another dose before bed my love?" She motioned Rory to get up. "I think we'll have to wait and see how he behaves." "True, very true." His mother curled up against his father, "It is becoming late though. I should get dinner going." He nodded. "You do that. I want a word with our cub." His mother patted her son's head and went to fix dinner. Rory found himself being pulled in front of his father. He stood there, with his paws behind his back, looking up at him. "Son, why did you do that to your mother?" "I dunno." "You know you should not have done that, don't you?" "Yeah." "Did you know before she punished you?" "Uh huh." "So why did you do it then?" "I don't know daddy." The older tiger sighed, nodding, "I see. Why don't you come up here?" Rory frowned, but climbed up on his father's lap. To his pleasant surprise, his father wasn't planning another punishment, at least not yet. He sat his son down on his leg, holding him quietly. Rory's backside stung and burned still, even more so when he was made to sit on his father's muscular leg. The tiger held him there though, holding him close. After a bit, he rocked the cub softly, making them both smile. A short while later, they sat down to eat, Rory still squirming on his sore backside. Rory frowned at what he saw. "Aww .. not fish." His mother frowned at the cub. "Fish is good for you son." His father joined in as well, "And I think you should eat it son." "Do I have to?" he asked, whining. His father made a small growl, his mother nodding as she knew what was coming. "Well son ... you can eat it, and wait a bit before you get the switch again and gets ent to bed ... or we can do that now." Rory frowned, mewling pitifully. He sulked, but started eating slowly, trying not to eat the food he hated so much. He ate slowly, trying not to think about what was coming. His father finally stood up, "Rory?" The cub looked up at him. "Go in your room and wait for me. You know how." The cub sighed and padded off to his room, sniffling a little already. A few minutes later, his father padded in, carrying the switch from earlier. "Son?" Rory looked over is shoulder at the tiger, whimpering when he saw the switch. "You know you have this coming." Rory turned his head back to the pillow, biting down n it, and giving a small nod. His father moved his son's tail aside, patting his son's bottom softly with the switch. "You know son, if you could behave, we wouldn't need to do this." Rory stayed still. He nodded. "Perhaps tomorrow we'd best have a talk about things. But first ... " he flicked the switch, sending a sudden burst of tears down his son's face as he jumped against the bed, biting down hard on his pillow so as not to scream. The second swing made the cub just lay there, whining pitifully and mrelwing between his pants for breath. The third one made him jump again, but otherwise his body was still, though from the tears and the screams his father could even hear through the pillow, he knew his son was feeling everything. The fourth time the switch touched his son, he jerked against the bed, shivering, bawling his eyes out. The fifth, and final time, his son leaned his head back, the pillow still in his muzzle, and roared! out in cub pain and anguish. His father set the switch on top of Rory's dresser, then sat down beside the bawling, pained cub. The father sat down, hugging his son to his chest, letting the cub cry against his shoulder all he needed to. And Rory did cry, a lot. His father laid back on the bed, letting Rory snuggle up to him as the pain still worked out the cub's tears. He began to purrrr softly, lovingly to his son, hoping the comforting sound would help him to calm down. Close to half an hour later, Rory was still in pain, but calmed somewhat, and no longer crying. He even smiled for a moment when his father licked him on the nose. "Now son ... do you ever want to have a weekend like this again?" Rory did not need to be asked twice. He shook his head. "Nuh uh. Not ever!" The father chuckled, "No, I didn't think so. Tell me son, what will you do if you need help with something, anything?" "I'll come to you or mommy." "Good. Even if you're afraid we might be mad at you?" Rory gave another nod, "Uh huh. Even then." His father kissed his son's cheek. "Even better. And this fall, what are you going to do?" "Pay attention?" "And you will study." Rory nodded quickly. "Yeah!" "And son, some tutoring this summer might not be so bad, either." Rory nodded, but not with as much enthusiasm as before. His father grinned, "I don't mean all summer son. You'll have lots of time to play if you're a good cub, but a refresher before school starts is in order, ok?" Rory nodded, "Well, ok." "Good. Now I'm going to need you to lay on your back." Rory frowned. "I know it will hurt son, but you are being diapered again tonight." "I sleeping with you and mommy too?" He nodded, "Yes son. This will be over in the morning." Rory frowned, but laid on the bed on his back, whimpering as his very sore cub behind touched the bed. His father unrolled two cloth diapers for the cub, set him down on them, then carefully pinned the diaper snug around his son's rear. He then lifted the worn out cub up and carried him to bed. They laid down next to each other, the father hugging the son as they began to sleep. "Daddy?" He yawned. "Mmm ... yes Rory?" "I love you daddy." The tiger smiled, kissing his son on the face again, "I love you too son, no matter what you say or do." "Really?" The tiger settled into the bed, nearly asleep, "Yes son, that's a promise." Rory and his father purrred together as they fell asleep. A minute later, his mother climbed into the bed and curled up with them. That evening, Rory slept between the two furs he loved the most, and they slept protectively against the little cub they loved more than anything else in the world. THE END

Title: House S6E20: Thirteen's Affair Tags: thirteen, house, television, lesbian, celebrity *This is set in the TV show House. This story focuses on the character Thirteen. Nicole is played by Eva Amurri.* *The set up for these stories may be ridiculous, so if super realism is your thing, look elsewhere.* *Thank you BDD for editing.* *\** Nicole was in shock. She was confused, angry, and sad as well. She had just found out her fiancé had been lying to her, or at least leaving out a rather large fact about his life. His last relationship had been with a man, and he had undergone some fairly extreme therapy, including electric shock therapy to "cure" him. Now he was still in the hospital; days after what should have been their wedding day, where he had collapsed during the ceremony. All this was revealed to her suddenly, after the disaster that should have been the happiest day of her life, and now she had no idea what to think or do. The doctor who seemed to be the lead physician on her fiancé's case was Dr. Remy Hadley. The other doctors called her "Thirteen", and she was the major reason Nicole had found out anything about her fiancée. Thirteen had hinted several times about some hidden parts of his past which could have caused his breakdown, and, eventually, after Nicole had insisted, he had caved and come clean. Now here she was, storming out of his room, tears welling in her eyes. She went and sat in the lounge, not looking around, her head down, and doing all she could to hold the tears back. She felt someone sit beside her and slowly picked her head up and looked to see who it was. Thirteen knew this was partly her fault but also believed it had been the right thing to do. Still, she wanted to console the poor woman who must be going through an emotional roller coaster right now. Thirteen placed her arm around Nicole, wanting to comfort her, while also trying to buy time to think of whatever she could to make her feel better. "I just don't understand how he could lie to me for so long," Nicole said nearly sobbing into Thirteen's shoulder. "I feel like I don't even know him." She continued, breaking up as she talked. Thirteen didn't know exactly what to say to fix this, or if it even needed fixing. She gave Nicole a bit of an awkward hug from the side and said simple 'it'll be okay' phrases while Nicole blubbered into her. They continued to talk for a while, most of it circling on the betrayal Nicole felt, with Thirteen trying to console her without taking too strong a stance either way. Nicole's makeup was ruined and her body was trembling with anger and betrayal. "I don't think you should drive in your condition," Thirteen said, still rubbing Nicole's back as they talked. Wanting to help her however she could, she offered to drive Nicole home. Nicole wanted to be away from her fiancé and being home would hopefully help her. Thirteen helped Nicole to her own car, and after getting an address drove her home in what was mostly silence, occasionally broken by a soft sob. Thirteen still wasn't quite sure what to say, plus she hated to admit she was wrestling with some thoughts of her own. Thirteen was a proud bisexual, and here was Nicole in her car. She had to admit Nicole was definitely a beautiful woman. Nicole, in her late twenties, she had an hourglass figure with an incredible chest, a bodacious booty, flowing blonde hair that framed her face perfectly, and a gorgeous face to top it all off. When Thirteen had held her earlier, she couldn't help but admire the incredible body she was touching. As they arrived Thirteen noticed Nicole quickly do what she could to clear away her ruined makeup before she could gently help her out of the car and walk with Nicole to her house. Thirteen was a lithe and athletically built whip smart doctor, part of the diagnostic team at the hospital. Her chestnut hair was held back in her trademark ponytail revealing all of her perfect features. She had high cheeks, luscious lips, and piercing blue eyes. Her body was similar to that of a model, she was admired for both her mind and looks by many at the hospital. As Thirteen briefly stepped inside she started to say her goodbyes, not wanting to intrude on Nicole. Before she could though, she was in for a big surprise. Nicole quickly turned to face her and pushed her backwards into the door, shutting it as she did. Thirteen's eyes widened in shock, which only increased when she felt Nicole press her lips against her own. Nicole was desperately wanting to connect to someone else in her time of vulnerability and Thirteen was not strong enough to resist and felt herself quickly returning the surprising kiss. Nicole wrapped one hand around Thirteen pulling her close as they both fell into a passionate kiss. Thirteen's mind was racing, considering the abruptness of the kiss, the information Nicole had found out today, and the delicious taste of the woman she was currently making out with her brain was in turmoil. Nicole held her close and let their tongue's dance with each other's as she slowly explored more of Thirteen, building more courage with each passing second. Thirteen let her mind go blank just enjoying the moment, the feeling of this supple woman kissing and holding her. Eventually Nicole broke the kiss, briefly looking right into Thirteen's eyes for a moment before Thirteen grabbed Nicole and this time she initiated the kiss. Nicole hadn't been sure if Thirteen was a lesbian, or whatever, but now she was. Kissing her back and pulling her in now meant she was going to get what she wanted. She knew it was stupid, but she angry and felt revenge was the best way to get back at her fiancé. This seemed like the best way to get that revenge. Nicole eventually broke the kiss, letting their lips slowly peel apart as both women clearly wanted to keep going. She separated them briefly before grabbing Thirteen's hand and leading her towards her bedroom. "Why...?" Was all Thirteen was able to get out, still shocked at Nicole's actions, although still dutifully following the buxom blonde. "No questions," Nicole said, a hint of command laced with frustration in her tone. Thirteen wanted to speak up, but something in Nicole's face along with her burning loins made her hold her tongue. She followed Nicole, her eyes glued to the ample ass swaying and slightly jiggling with each step in front of her. Nicole dragged Thirteen into her bedroom before practically yanking her arm off when she flung Thirteen onto the bed. Nicole quickly followed pressing herself onto Thirteen. Nicole's impressive chest pushing into her only turned Thirteen on more as she looked into Nicole's eyes. Wanting to talk, but not wanting to risk ruining the moment she kept her mouth shut. Nicole took one hand and placed in on Thirteen's thigh and slowly started to explore her body moving upward at a methodical pace. Her other hand cupped Thirteen's head and once again brought their lips together. Thirteen lowered both her hands and firmly grasped Nicole's backside, moaning with her first touch of Nicole's incredible ass. Their kiss this time was more passionate and as both were now fully aware of what was going on, and both, wanting it to move forward, gave themselves into their lust. Nicole enclosed Thirteen's perky tits in her hands, enjoying the firmness and how they seemed to fit perfectly in her grasp. Thirteen, always wanting to be in control, moved to take over the lead. She gently rocked her body for a bit before flipping both of them in move much to Nicole's surprise. Now on top Thirteen let her hands trail up and took hold of Nicole glorious chest. Frustrated slightly at the clothes in her way she took hold of the bottom of Nicole shirt and started to lift it before letting Nicole take it off herself. While Nicole stripped her top Thirteen also took the chance to remove her top. Nicole looked up at her, admiring her dark, stiff little nipples perfectly capping her tits. Thirteen simply stared down at the chest below her, practically drooling at their sight. Full, firm, with dollar sized pink areola and seemingly unaffected by gravity or aging. She dove face-first into them, taking the right nipple into her mouth, suckling at it like her life depended on it. Relishing the taste and the feeling while letting her hands explore the rest of the ample flesh of Nicole. Nicole for her part mewled with pleasure, feeling Thirteen's expert mouth and hands work over her tits. Thirteen briefly pulled her mouth from the beauties. "Your tits are incredible," Thirteen couldn't stop herself from gushing about them before starting to go to town on the other. Nicole simply smiled and muttered a soft thanks before closing her eyes and going back to enjoying her treatment. This continued for a while, with Thirteen seemingly never tiring of Nicole's globes, even briefly motor boating them, bringing a chuckle out of both of them. Nicole certainly did not want to stop Thirteen from making her feel so good, so she let her continue to worship her tits to her hearts content. Eventually though Thirteen wanted to explore the rest of Nicole's body and dragged her face away from her chest, briefly moving it up to start to make out with Nicole again. As she did she let her hands roam down and started to unbutton and unzip Nicole pants - which was hard to do with their bodies pushed together and squirming with pleasure. Eventually though she succeeded and started to pull them down as much as she could. When she couldn't pull them any further she broke their kiss and moved downwards slipping the pants off with assistance from Nicole lifting her ass off the bed. She then moved her head over Nicole's panties which she then grabbed with her teeth. Nicole watched with appreciation as Thirteen stared into her eyes as she slowly pulled her underwear off using only her mouth. Once she was done Thirteen quickly pulled her own pants and underwear off too, not wanting to waste any more time with undressing as the night wore on. Nicole only got a glimpse of Thirteen's shaved pussy before Thirteen dove back down placing her face in-between her legs. Staring directly now at Nicole's glistening pussy brought a twinkle to Thirteen's eyes. She loved eating pussy and she was great at it, and by the looks of Nicole's pussy this was going to be a treat. A cutely shaved bush topped the sight off and as Thirteen placed her hands on Nicole legs and moved forward she immediately knew she was right. A unique and delightful taste flooded her mouth as Nicole's juices mixed with her voracious tongue that was now exploring all she could of the pussy in front of her. Nicole placed one hand on the back of Thirteen's head, as if she needed any more encouragement, and the other played with her tits teasing her nipples that were still slick with Thirteen's saliva. Thirteen licked and sucked all she could, relishing the taste and feel of Nicole's succulent pussy while Nicole was growing louder and squirming more under Thirteen's skillful touch. Thirteen's hands were simply rubbing Nicole's legs wanting to slowly explore her body but not rushing to do anything yet. Nicole's silky smooth skin was a pleasure to massage and the sounds coming from her only served to turn both of them on even more. Thirteen lapped and lapped finding that Nicole's pussy fit perfectly with her tongue when she did so. Nicole scooted back in the bed allowing Thirteen to position herself more comfortably and to give her easier access to her pussy, which made both of them quite happy. Nicole was now lying with her head on the pillows, legs apart more than enough to give Thirteen room to play, and Thirteen splayed on what was left of the bed. Thirteen let one hand roam up and played with the boob Nicole wasn't currently mauling, both wanting to make this as pleasurable for Nicole as possible. Finally tiring of just playing with Nicole's pussy with her mouth Thirteen let her other hand move up to it as well. Thirteen pulled her face away briefly to let her fingers trail over and explore Nicole's pussy. Slick with saliva and Nicole's juices it's silky smoothness was only amplified. Thirteen took her fingers briefly away, popping her head up and looking at Nicole as she seductively took her index and middle fingers and inserted them slowly and seductively into her mouth. Sucking the juices off of them and making sure they were well lubricated, Thirteen plunged her fingers deep into Nicole's pussy with gusto. Nicole howled with pleasure, getting louder once Thirteen put her mouth back onto her engorged clit. Working all her digits together she plunged her fingers in and out, getting her thumb to play with Nicole's clit while her tongue and mouth worked around them. Nicole quickly experienced just how well versed in pleasing other women Thirteen was. Thirteen's suckling and finger fucking was rapidly leading Nicole closer and closer to a climax. Her shrieks increased in frequency and volume. Her hands worked overtime as well, one mashing Thirteen's face into her pussy even harder and the other tweaking her nipples roughly. Thirteen was more than aware of what Nicole wanted and redoubled her efforts, driving her fingers in faster and flicking her tongue faster and faster. Nicole came with an intensity that she didn't know was possible. Pleasure practically ripping through her body, almost an out of body experience as she couldn't really feel anything beyond the pleasure. Thirteen let her fingers continue to work Nicole over but she also liked watching her work. Her head rose and a cocky and satisfied grin appeared on her face looking down at the squirming and moaning Nicole. Nicole's hands had fallen to her side, moving along with the almost wavelike movement of her body. Eventually though Nicole came down, exhausted yet energized at the same time. When she looked around she noticed Thirteen had finally pulled her fingers out as well and was simply leaning against the bed looking down at Nicole. She slowly moved herself onto the bed next to Nicole and slithered up Nicole's body until their lips met again. This time Nicole tasted Thirteen along with her own juices and greedily kissed back relishing this new taste. This lasted only briefly as Thirteen had other things in mind. She peeled Nicole off her, and placed one hand on the top of Nicole's head. From there she started to push her down, slowly but surely Nicole complied. Finally, the pressure eased and Nicole was directly facing Thirteen's pussy. Thirteen wasn't stupid, she knew not to be too aggressive here, so she simply nudged Nicole forward. Surprisingly, Nicole obliged quickly, darting forward and letting her tongue out to lap at the pussy in front of her. While she wasn't awkward or particularly shy, Thirteen did note that Nicole was inexperienced. She seemed to have picked up a bit from Thirteen's performance but she still was mostly all over the place. She was clearly eager to please. Thirteen had always found herself turned on by the newly minted carpet munchers, and Nicole fit that bill perfectly. Beautiful, confused, and desperate to reciprocate to the best of her abilities that which she had just received. Licking, sucking, flicking, and using her mouth however she could think of. Her hands stayed on Thirteen's thighs allowing her face to press firmly against Thirteen's pussy. "Slow it down a bit, it isn't a race," Thirteen said, gently coaching Nicole from above. Nicole gave a simple nod and followed her command. Setting a slower and more deliberate pace - trying to emulate Thirteen's earlier actions - seemed to work as Nicole noticed more moans coming from Thirteen, which spurred her on more. Working her way around, trying new things and noting how Thirteen reacted, Nicole quickly got into a rhythm that seemed to be working quite well. She noticed Thirteen was getting louder, breathing faster, and playing with her own body as Nicole continued to eat her out. Thirteen's juices were practically gushing as Nicole greedily lapped them up, relishing the experience and the taste. Thirteen mimicked Nicole's earlier action. She let one hand play with her pert breasts while the other shoved Nicole pretty much nose deep in her pussy. This incited Nicole to speed back up, earning loud squeals from Thirteen. Thirteen, on the edge of her orgasm, knew what she wanted and knew Nicole would be happy to do so. "Faster," was all Thirteen said, knowing Nicole would do whatever she asked. Nicole did, and hurriedly worked solely on that, raising her pace to near frantic, desperate to prove to herself and Thirteen that she could succeed. The devotion Nicole was showing sent Thirteen quickly over the edge. The suddenness surprised Nicole, but not as much as when Thirteen squirted on her face, drenching her in a mask of fluids that she never expected. Thirteen mewled above her, much tamer in the throes of her orgasm. Nicole pressed on, ravenously continuing eating Thirteen out and lapping up all the liquid she could from Thirteen. The taste, the taboo nature, and the delight she could feel in Thirteen's body all making the situation all the more surreal. Thirteen finished letting out a final huff of air, snapping back and quickly pulling Nicole up for a quick kiss before dragging her tongue across Nicole's face, licking up some of her own juices. Thirteen didn't want to linger nor let Nicole think it was over so soon so she broke away from her. She then stood beside the bed. "Stand up and bend over the bed," Thirteen commanded, motioning as well to further her control. Nicole wordlessly complied, her arms supporting her upper body while her ass was shoved outward. Thirteen moved behind her and quickly dropped to her knees. Using both hands she gently peeled apart Nicole's ass cheeks. Originally planning to take it slow, and ease Nicole into it, Thirteen quickly abandoned that idea. The sight of Nicole's pretty little asshole was too much for her and she decided to dive right in. Face first she went right into Nicole's plump backside, her supple but firm cheeks forming a wonderful cushioning effect. Her tongue darted out quickly as well, immediately plunging deeply into Nicole's ass, earning a loud yelp from Nicole. Despite everything that occurred this was another new experience and one she hadn't thought would occur. Even so she quickly found the sensation enjoyable and it was clear Thirteen knew what she was doing back there as well. One of her hands started roaming from Nicole's butt, moving forward until she started to once again finger Nicole's still dripping pussy, quivering now from the new excitement she was feeling. Thirteen had always loved eating ass, and as her tongue plunged deeply into Nicole they both knew why. The moaning from Nicole was louder than ever, incoherent words jumbled with yes over and over were enough to confirm it was working. She even gave Nicole's bottom a small spank midway through drawing a squeak from Nicole. Moving from tongue fucking her asshole to slowly circling it, Thirteen was giving Nicole her first rim job. Then moving her finger to Nicole's wet and slick rose bud she started working both in at the same time, all while still keeping her other fingers pumping into Nicole love gash. Nicole wasn't going to last long this time, the combination of the new sensation, and Thirteen's well lubricated fingers once again bringing magic to her loins, was enough to push her over the edge. Nicole felt herself cumming again, falling onto the bed in ecstasy. Her body embroiled again by the pure bliss Thirteen could bring to her. Thirteen followed, her mouth practically glued to her backside and she kept up a steady pace as Nicole writhed underneath her. Eventually though Nicole came back from her ecstasy, pulling herself away from Thirteen, and laying back on the bed now both mentally and physically exhausted. Thirteen leisurely climbed up Nicole's body before kissing her one last time, deep and powerful in that moment they both felt more connected perhaps than they had all night. Their eyes locked with one another while their lips pressed and tongues danced. As the moment faded, both women slowly broke their kiss before resting against the other. Their heads on the pillow, their minds blank, and their bodies satisfied, they both drifted off to sleep.

Title: Friday Night Tags: d/s, couple, control, orgasm, denial, orgasm denial, bdsm, cum play, sir, owned We had both had long, tiring weeks, so when Friday finally rolled around, and we met on the path leading up to the house, we could both hear the sofa calling our names. Not even bothering to lose more than our coats we sink back into sofa, tandem sighs at a week finally over fill the room. You raise your arm and let me curl up against you, my head tucked up against your chest, my arm wrapped across your body. Your arm drapes around my shoulders, tracing up and down my spine, feeling the tension of the day begin to ease. I take a deep relaxing breath, feeling your chest rise and fall same way. I know exactly what I want from this evening. So as my fingers begin to slip between the buttons of your shirt, finger tips tracing skin, my mind begins to imagine us upstairs in bed. Having lost our suits and crawled under the covers, skin to skin, your body molds itself around mine so that your hands can alternate between my breasts and clit, whilst your hips rock leisurely against me, and so when we both cum, with you buried to the hilt inside me, we needn't move to fall asleep. I am shaken from my thoughts though as you bend forward, leaning across to scoop up the TV remote. At a flick of your thumb the TV clicks to life and you quickly bring up the sports channel, the screen announcing the start of the game in just a few minutes. There is no way you don't hear the slight huff I produce, as I withdraw my hand, and turn to sit forward, my body no longer pressed up against you, though your arm still drapes across my shoulders. The first few minutes are fairly uneventful and I can feel you getting bored. As it nears half time and the opposing team put the ball across the line for the second time in quick succession you shift in your seat. Your hand around my shoulder reaching down to cup my breast, whilst the other reaches across and begins to play with the hem of my skirt. Unimpressed at having been ignored until the rugby had failed to entertain I slide my body across the sofa away from you. Your hand on my skirt tries to use the movement to dip underneath the material and slide up my skin. I only scoot further away, laying on my side against the arm of the sofa, my legs tucking up underneath me. I know my moves will not have pleased you, but I was tired, and when I'd sought your attention I had been brushed off, I wasn't going to play your game. The whistle blasts for half time, and whilst the players leave the pitch and adverts flash across the screen you mute the TV. I feel you shift in your seat, leaning over towards me. Your hand runs over my ass, my hips and up my back to rest at the back of my neck. "Why don't you go and get out of those clothes, then fix me a drink?" You say. Though it is clearly more an instruction than a request. I huff in response, curling into a tighter ball and burying my head deeper into the cushion. An obvious sign of defiance. The hand that had been resting gently on the back of my neck moves again, your fingers carding up through my hair. Once you have a good handful of my hair, your fingers curl into a fist, and you gently pull my head up. Leaning down until your mouth is level with my ear, you whisper "Now." Your tone is low and deadly and sends shivers shooting through my whole body. I lay stock still, not moving a muscle. Your hand begins to tighten in my hair. Only fractionally, but enough that I know you mean business. "Yes Sir," I mumble into the cushion. You usually hate it when I mumble, but you appear to let me get away with it on this occasion. You hand releases and we move in tandem, you returning to your seat, whilst I go to stand. "Actually," Your voice cuts through the mounting tension in the room. "I have changed my mind." Perhaps my mumbling will not remain unpunished. "Down to your knickers, the heels remain." I know better than to fail to comply a second time, and shedding today's clothes is too tempting to ignore. I pull my shirt from the waist of my skirt, and button by button I shed the soft cotton. My skirt goes next. The sound of the zip short and sharp, followed my the soft whoosh as the material is pushed down over my hips to pool on the floor. I step out of it, using my foot to flick the offending item over to the side. I feel your eyes rake up and down me. Starting at the top, my long dark hair hanging in loose waves around my shoulders, down across my breasts, which are held snug in a lace bra. Below the rounds of my breasts, my waist sits high and narrow, before my body curves out again around my hips, your gaze crosses the matching lace that sits low on my hips. Next you let your eyes fall down my legs, stopping only when they reach the narrowest part of my ankles, and lastly the patent navy heels that encase my feet. I reach up, sliding the straps of my bras from my shoulders, before reaching round and undoing the clasp. I let the fabric fall down my arms, and add it to the pile of my clothes. I take a step towards you. Now clad only in small, lacey briefs that match the blue of my eyes and my heels. "Turn." One word. Simple instruction. I turn on the spot, allowing your inspection to continue. I can practically feel your eyes running up the back of my legs, stopping to inspect the way the blue lace runs the shape of my ass, the cheeks full and pink, the faintest outline of your handprint peaking out from beneath my knickers. Your eyes travel back over my waist, to the loose curls of hair that tumble down my back. "Look at me." Your voice is soft, but it is as though you are speaking directly into my ear. I move in place again to face you. My hands hang loosely at my sides, though my fingers fidget, curling and straightening with untapped energy. Though I face you, my eyes are dipped in respect. "Turn again." Once more I turn in my place. "Now slowly bend and remove your knickers. Keep your legs straight." Your instructions are simple enough, but I know the reason for them, for as I hook my thumbs into the waistband and begin to bend at the hip two things happen. Firstly it pushes my ass back towards you, allowing you a full view of my curves that sit atop my legs, which stretch out straight beneath me. Secondly, you get an unadulterated view of my most intimate parts as they are unveiled from beneath the deep blue fabric. I push the knickers down over my thighs and let them fall to the floor, before reaching and taking them in my hand. "Pass them to me." I turn again to face you, now entirely naked but for the leather encasing my feet, and offer my knickers to you. I had hoped you wouldn't feel how I had already begun to moisten them, but as you clench them in your fist I know there is no way you won't have felt it. "Now I'll let you decide." I straighten my back slightly, readying myself for your next words. "You can go get me that drink or you can kneel at my feet." I shift my weight from foot to foot for a moment as I consider your words. I could go and get you that drink, but once return there is the possibility that that is where my night would end. My punishment for my earlier defiance. But if I came and presented myself to you, the night held infinite possibilities. My body flooded with heat at that thought, and I take my bottom lip between my teeth, decision made I take the few steps towards you. Moving to my knees between your legs in one smooth motion. You smile at my choice, your hand reaching out to stroke my hair. My head leans into your touch. You move your hand, stroking my cheek and a ghost of a smile crosses my face at your touch. You use your hand to guide my head to your inner thigh, continuing to stroke my cheek, your thumb brushing over my lips. "Are you comfortable little one?" You look down at me nestled between your legs. I look up at you, my eyes filled with wonder and lust. "Yes Sir," I say. Letting my eyes find yours. You withdraw your hand before, your voice soft and tone calm, you issue your instruction. "Touch yourself for me." You say. "Keep looking into my eyes and pleasure yourself." I feel a wave of heat travel through me. After all this time I still can't help the small twinge of embarrassment at performing for you. For you to see how desperate I am for your touch, for you to see how needy my pussy is, and how willing I am to do anything under your instruction for your pleasure. I reach my hand down between my legs and gasp at how wet I find myself as I slide my fingers between my folds. "Good girl." I hear for the first time that evening. A small smirk on your face as you watch my eyes roll back slightly. I begin pressing circles across my clit with my thumb. My breath catching at the new sensation, my body hungry for me. A gentle stroke of your hand through my hair encourages me to keep going. My hips buck as I slide two fingers inside me, curling them and pressing at the sensitive spot there. "That's it. Show me how naughty you are." You words encouraging me to keep going. My mind flooded with a desire to show you everything of me that you desire. "Faster." You guide me. My second hand joins in. "Tell me how it feels." "So good Sir. Thank you Sir." My voice is breathy with pleasure. You raise your eyebrow in request for me. "S-so wet Sir. So tight." "Faster." You prompt me again. The room fills with the sounds of how wet performing for you has made me, as I struggle to keep my eyes steady enough to be locked on yours. "I want you to be my naughty little slut, on your knees at my feet." I gasp at your words. So rarely do you call me your slut. I let the words wash over me, the sound of it setting my body on fire, as I begin to tremble with the tension and pleasure running through me. "Are you close to cumming?" The casual tone of your voice in contradiction to the question. "Mmm so close Sir." My palm pressing against my clit, my hips bucking against my touch. "OK. Stop." My face is awash with anguish, "Please Sir, no." "Stop. Immediately." If my body hadn't been so turned on, I would have recognised that tone as one that is dangerous to ignore. My hands stop as I decipher your instruction. I hear 'knees' and so place my hands on my knees. "My knees." I hear your voice again but my mind is still lost in how close I was to my release. My cheeks flushed pink, my eyes glazed, I spread my hands flat on my knees. "MY knees. I won't tell you again." Your voice is hard and deadly, and cuts through the fog in my mind. I rush to correct my position. Horror at having gotten something so simple wrong plays across my face. "That's better." You give the slightest of approving nods. "Now count to 100. Out loud." I take a deep breath and begin. "1...2...3," My voice getting steadier with each count, but the heat between my legs not lessening. "10...15...20." I raise my eyes back to meet yours. Your voice cuts across my counting. "When you get to 100, you may touch yourself again." The desire to speed up my counting is overwhelming. But I had learnt that lesson before, when a hurried count to 100 had been met with the instruction to begin it all again. "30...40...50." I focus on every number, making sure my voice is clear and steady for every one. "60." Your hand strokes my cheek. "70." My eyes alight as the numbers climb higher. "80." You feel my fingers curl slightly against your thighs as I struggle to keep a steady measure. "90...96...99...100." No sooner had I begin the final number you signal for me to resume my earlier actions. "Good girl. Now you may touch yourself." My hands moves quickly they are almost blurs. One hand goes straight to my clit, whilst I waste no time curling two fingers of the other up inside me. I let out the longest, deepest sigh as I am finally able to touch the parts that were begging for it. So lost in my relief I almost miss the "Good girl" you offer me. A smile at my actions barely contained in your voice. It doesn't take long for me to be right at the edge again. My breath speeding up, a fresh flush of pink spreading across my chest and cheeks, my fingers becoming soaked. "Are you enjoying performing for me?" My eyes beginning to roll again. "Yes Sir." You lean forward and reach your hand down, taking one of my rock hard nipples between your thumb and forefinger. You squeeze, twisting the raised nub and pulling it away from my body. My back arches, chest pushing into your touch in response. "That's it." You coo, watching goosebumps race across my skin. "Ah -," not a real word. More a sound made in response to the added sensations coursing through me. You smirk down at me. "Close?" an eyebrow raised in question. "Yes Sir." I nod as though the action would give greater weight to my words. I could feel a pressure coiling in my core, like a spring ready to release. I see a decision flash across your face. "Count to 30. Out loud." My eyes clear as I am given a fresh instruction. "Rub faster." You add. At this my breath catches in my chest, my hips bucking against my hand instinctively. I was going to get my release. "1...2...3." I begin to count. My voice thready and breathy as my hand moves quickly across my clit. "10...11...12." My words strained. "Louder." You growl. I try and take a deep breath. Drawing air deep into my chest. "13." My voice is firmer. "That's it. Good girl." "14...15...16." My head starts to fall back. "Look at me." "17...18...19." I bring my face back to yours. "20...21...mmm." Pleasure is flooding my mind. My body begins to tremble as I get closer and closer to tumbling over the edge. "27...28...29..." "Now stop." Your voice sharp, cuts through the air. My eyes turn the size of saucers. "Hands on my knees." "N-n-nn..." I shake my head in disbelief. "Now." I let out a pining moan, my eyes filling with wetness for the release I have just lost. "Are you desperate?" You ask with a glint in your eye. You have no doubt of the answer. "Yes Sir. God yes." I exclaim. "How do you feel?" You prompt. "I need to touch." Are the first words my clouded mind can form. "Please. I can't think Sir." How am I supposed to put these feelings into words. The hunger, the desperation, the fire coursing through my veins. "Take out my cock," your only repsonse. My shaking hands reach out, fumbling with your belt and zip. My eyes are totally transfixed by the sight of you springing free from the confines of your trousers. "Focus. Breathe." I jump at your words. They catch me unawares until I stop and realise I had been holding my breath. I release it, and take in a new, slow breath. "Good girl." I let my body relax slightly. Taking control of the anticipation running through my body, I focus. You watch the change play out, from trembling desperation to focused intent. "Now stand. In front of me." I take to my feet and assume the position. "Good girl. Now keep your legs straight. Bend at the waist. And take my cock into your mouth." I comply immediately. Leaning forward at the hip, my mouth coming open, tongue out. My lips wrap around you, and I slowly lower my mouth down your hard length. I do not halt my actions as you raise your hips to meet me, pressing your head along the roof of my mouth. You push yourself against the back of my throat. "Look at me." I raise my eyes to meet yours. "Listen carefully." You pause, ensuring you have my full attention. "Your are mine." My eyes are locked on yours. I let your words wash over me. "Nod if you're giving yourself to me." Without hesitation I nod. "Good girl. Now take me out of your mouth." My cheeks hollow as I suck my way to the tip of your cock, letting you fall past my lips with a pop. Your hand reaches forward, and you wrap your fingers around my throat gently, no pressure. You feel me swallow under your hand. "Mine." I nod again. "Yours." My voice is soft, but you feel the vibrations through the palm of your hand. "Good girl. Come here." You use the hand around my throat to draw me another step forward. "Straddle me. Sit on my cock and use me for your pleasure. You have earnt it." I move forward, placing me knees on the sofa on either side of your thighs. I hold you steady, lining you up with my entrance. You can feel the heat radiating from my core. I look straight into your eyes, and in one move, lower myself onto you fully. "Good girl." The pleasured relief in your voice mirrors that which floods through my body. I feel myself stretch around you, your size filling me completely. My body pulses around you as it attempts to accommodate your hard length. I place my hands on your shoulders and begin to ride you. "Use me." Your mouth close to my ear. My fingers dig into your shoulders as my hips begin to rock. There is no doubt I will have left nail marks on your skin, even through your shirt as I grip you tightly. My hips run a figure of 8. Again and again. Your cock reaching the most sensitive parts of me. My head falls back as far as your hand will allow as your cock brings me closer and closer to the edge. You give a soft chuckle. "You're a desperate one, aren't you?" I offer a heady moan in response. "Show me that you're my desperate little slut." Slut. A word that cuts to my core, that I hear so rarely pass your lips. My pussy twitches around you in response. I raise my body up again, before slamming down onto you. My hot, wet entrance tight around you, coating you in my juices, until they are running down your length and across your balls. With every move you hit the deepest part of me. "Yes. Good girl." You encourage, as waves of pleasure begin to course through you. Your fingers tighten around my throat in response. "You love my big cock, don't you?" You lean into my ear. At your words my body seems to curl in on itself, and I bury my head into the crook of your neck as your cock is buried to my deepest point once more. "Mmm yes Sir, I do. I love it." "Why do you love it?" As my clit rubs against you again I wonder how you can be expecting me to offer you any real response. "I love how wet it makes me. I love how it stretches and fills me, but," I have to stop to take a gasping breath. "I love it most of all because it is your cock. "And what are you?" Your questions continue, as though you do not realise it is taking everything in me to form these words, to form coherent thoughts. "I'm yours." Your hips thrust up to meet me. "I am your desperate, needy, cock hungry slut." "Good girl, you purr." My breasts swinging in front of your face every time I move up and down. Your free hand moves down and cups my ass, guiding me up and down. And each time I slam down onto you, your thumb presses against my anus. I know I do not need to worry about you doing something I don't like. It is just another reminder as to who is really in control. I may be riding your cock, but it is you that will deny or allow my orgasm. My hips roll against you again, my moans louder this time, higher in pitch. You know I am getting close. "I'm going to count to ten." I don't stop. I have not been given an instruction to stop. "And when I get to ten you are to stop moving. And then you may cum. Do you understand?" "God, yes Sir." My body moving faster up and down your length. Chasing the release that is finally in sight. "1...2...3...4." My body moves against you faster and faster. I can feel the tension building inside me, my walls preparing to clamp down around you. "8...9...10. Stop! And cum." Exactly on cue I sit in your lap and explode. My head flies back, my eyes squeeze shut and my body pulses around you. Wave after wave of pleasure running through me. "Good girl." Your hand at my throat squeezes harder. The other leaves my ass and takes a handful of my hair. "Look at me." My eyes roll to yours. My hands now taking handfuls of your hair as I try to find something to ground me. "Keep cumming and look at me." You flex your cock inside me. "Mine," you growl, carnal. I can feel you inside me, buried inside my soaking wet pussy. "Mmmm..." "Focus." You direct. "Mine." I find my words. "Yours." You flex your cock again, lifting your hips and pressing yourself into me deeper, pressing against my clit. "Cum again. Now." Another shot of pleasure fires through me. My whole body trembling in your lap. You wrap your arms around my shaking form and kiss me deeply. Our lips and tongues crash against each other, desperate to taste more. You flex inside me once more, and break the kiss. "Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy being my dirty little slut?" "Yes Sir. I did. Thank you Sir." "Why? What did you enjoy?" You ask, as the after shocks of my orgasm continue to ripple through me. Still inside me, you feel everyone. "I liked that my pleasure was in your hands, at your will, in your control." "Good girl. Now to your knees again." You help me slide from your lap back to my knees at your feet. "There, now, when you're ready, I want you to use your mouth to show me how grateful you are. Show me that you're mine." I lick my lips greedily and lean forward. I lower my mouth to you. Taking just the head in my mouth I swirl my tongue around it. I moan around you, lapping up the taste of us both on you. I feel you brush my hair away from my face, you hand staying on my head. It remains still, not guiding or moving me, just a reminder of my place. I look up at you, and inch by inch I surround your length with my mouth. Running the tip along the ridges of the roof of my mouth, my tongue, wide and flat, rolls waves against the underside. You feel when you press against the back of my throat. I pause for a moment. "Further." I hear from above. I swallow around you. "All the way." I relax my throat and begin to take you further. Soon my lips are nearly at your base, my throat beginning to spasm around you. "Further. You can do it. Do it for me." You encourage. Tears spill over my lashes as my fingers curl and dig into your thighs as I push lower again. I take you all the way. My body bucks and writhes at the invasion. "Good girl. Yes." My tongue hasn't stopped once. Moving backwards and forwards against you. You pull my head back by my hair and your cock escapes from my lips, strings of spit hanging like bridges between my mouth and your glistening cock. A gently slap on the side of my cheek coincides with my gasping breath. "You did very well," you praise. "Remember that feeling. Remember putting my pleasure before your breath." You release my hair as my cue to continue. I move straight back to you, with a deep breath I take you all the way again, my tongue pushing forward past my lips to lap at your balls. This time it is your turn to let your head fall back in pleasure. I force myself to stay there for as long as I can. Until my eyes are streaming, and my body is bucking, desperate for air. As I pull my head back again I let one hand wrap around your base, and as my mouth sucks, and my tongue swirls around your head, my hand begins to pump. "Tell me you love it," you growl. Holding you against my cheek I answer. "I love it Sir. I love the taste of you on my tongue, I love the feel of you down my throat." As my hand resumes its pumping, I feel your hips thrust against my movements. My tongue flicks and lips at your tip. I watch as your let your body relax back against the sofa, one leg coming over my shoulder to hold me pressed against your crotch. My other hand massages at your balls, feeling how full and heavy they are. I let out a keening moan. "Yes, my slut?" "I want it Sir." My hand pumps faster. "What do you want?" "I want your cum Sir." My mouth returns to sucking your cock, my hunger for your pleasure easy to read. You smile down at me, whilst you reach across for your phone. A swipe of your thumb brings up your camera, and you begin to film my worshipping you. I look up at your through the lense, whilst you watch me through the screen, your own little porn star. My head continues to bob, my cheeks hollowing as I suck, surrounding you with the warmth of my mouth. "Take my cock out, tell the camera how you feel." I hold your cock with reverence. "I feel like a slut. I feel used. I feel like yours. I am so hungry for you." You wrap your hand in my hair and jerk my head away from your cock, standing tall above me. I look up at you looming above me, your huge cock level with my face. "Now...I'm going to film you whilst you make me cum." I need no further encouragement. Reaching up, my hand wraps around you. I pump. Hard and fast. Long, twisting movements, whilst I hold your head between my lips, my tongue swirling and pressing against you. My other hand never stilling around your balls. My eyes beg you for your cum, for you to let me know I can be of use to you, that I can bring you pleasure. A growl from you and I know you are close. "Yes. I want your cum. I want to taste you. Cover me in it." I open my mouth wide, holding you against my tongue and pump. You grab my hair hard, tilting my head back further, giving the camera and you the best view. I look directly up at you, my cheeks flushed and covered in mascara stained tear tracks. At that sight you cum. I moan as the first string of your orgasm lands across my face. "Mm, yes, good girl." You moan through your climax. My tongue laps up everything it can as you shoot your load across my face. Your knees buckle slightly as I wrap my mouth around you again, desperate to milk every last drop from you that I can. Using my mouth and tongue to draw out every moment of pleasure. You collapse back on to the sofa, looking down at me knelt between your legs, my face covered in the evidence of your pleasure. I look up at you, my exhaustion and happiness written plainly across my face. I seek your approval, needing to know I did a good job. "You did very well little one. Now stand up." I stand on shaky legs. "Go get me that drink. When you get back I'll clean you up." Your tone dismissive. As I reach the door you call for me to stop and turn around. I do. "Who owns you?" "You do Sir." "Good girl." You nod for me to continue in my task. I give a small smile. Hearing those words makes me feel warm, and protected and useful. I straighten with purpose and go to gather your drink. When I return, I hand it directly to you, before kneeling at your feet again. I notice you have clutched in your hand my knickers from early, still damp from my original excitement. You wipe my face clean with them. Soaking them with your cum. I close my eyes under your ministrations. Once I am cleaned you kiss me again. I open my eyes as you pull back. You hand my underwear to me, with the instruction to get dressed whilst you finish your drink. We are going to dinner. I nod demurely and go to get dressed. I return and present myself for your approval. Your eyes run up and down me. My dress, though low cut, is a respectful length, and my jewellery is simple and elegant. Yet underneath the sophistication I wear underwear soaked in your cum. You take my hand and lead me to the door. But just before we leave you push me against the wall, spinning me round so my face and chest press up against the paint. From your pocket you produce a pen, and lifting up my dress you sign you name across my ass. "Mine." You whisper. Your body pressing up against mine. "Yours." You pull my skirt down, imagining the red stripes you will add to my ass when we return home. A gentle slap to my backside before you take my hand again and lead us out into the night.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Blueberry Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, belly inflation, blueberrification, Female body inflation, full body inflation, transform Text: I've already told the story of how I got the leprechaun's gold. So that is old news. But the next part of the story wasn't as interesting, but certainly stranger. I had the pot of gold sitting on a shelf at home. I just kind of had it there, wondering what I was going to do with it next. I'd already used my three wishes up, so to me it was just a matter of the best way of cashing the gold in. But then one night a knock came at my door. I got up and looked through the peek hole, but no one was there. The knock came again. I opened the door, and there was the leprechaun. "Wow," I said. "I'm surprized to see you here." "Begosh and begorra," said the little fellow. "True, 'twas no easy journey, but I did come for me gold." "Now, I took your gold fair and square. It's mine now." The leprechaun gave me a menacing glare. "Well now, it won't be doing ye much good if you're not breathing now, will it?" Images from the various leprechaun movies flashed through my head. So I sighed; what the hell, I'd already taken my wishes. "OK," I said. "You can have it." "A man of reason!" said the little guy. "But I am reasonable, too. Here is some compensation for your troubles." He handed me a roll of loose bills. He danced nimbly into the room, and snatched the pot of gold up. Then he ran out through the door. I took the roll of money he gave me, and went through it quickly. It was about $500 bucks. Well, I thought, not as much as that gold would have brought, but what the hell. At least I didn't get sliced up by nasty, sharp Leprechaun claws like the teenagers in those movies. I stuffed the roll of bills in my pocket. Now that I had some loose cash, there was only one thing to do. I went outside, got in my car, and headed for my favorite strip club. On the way over, I went through the drive-through of a burger joint by the college and got a drink. The girl at the window was one of these incredibly stick-thin waifs. I wondered how she could keep herself upright, but she seemed to do OK. I peeled a couple of dollars from the roll, thinking that it's too bad she didn't have more up top. I handed her the first bill, and blinked. Did her shirt move? As I watched, it definately grew. She didn't seem to notice, but shifted her shoulders a little. Now she was definately larger; maybe a heavy B or small C cup. Good thing she wasn't wearing a bra, or she'd be out of room up there. I handed her the second bill, and watched. As she turned to get change, her chest surged. Leaning over the cash register, her busom rolled out inside her blue and tan uniform. When she turned back, she had to be at least a DD. "Here's your change. Have a nice day," she said, leaning out to hand me my change. Her breasts were straining at her shirt, threatening to burst it open. And that was just two bucks, I thought. I got to the stip club, and was greeted at the door by the hostess. She was blonde and cute, fairly short, but curvy. She wore a light satin shirt, and a long black dress. Her waist was pleasantly narrow for her wide hips. She welcomed me, and I peeled off a twenty to pay the cover. I thought, "Body, definately body for this one" as I handed her the bill. The result was remarkable. She took the twenty, and as she turned to put it in the cash register, she swelled. First her breasts pushed forward, followed closely by a rapid swell of her belly. Her hips widend. Her narrow waist filled out. Her butt rolled out, stretching the black cloth of her dress taught. Oddly, she didn't seem to react, exept that she took on a confused look, and her hands came down to her rapidly expanding belly. And still she grew. The waist of her dress gave out and burst. Her breasts strained against the buttons of her shirt, making the satiny cloth shiny with tension. Her belly pushed out into the open air. Her arms and legs thickend. Her shirt finally gave way and ripped open in several places at once; half her buttons popped off, the other half holding on desperately. As her belly filled up and her waist and hips widened, her dress gave up and ripped loudly down the side. She was standing in front of me, filled to bursting, jutting out of her ruined clothes in almost every place. Well, I thought, she didn't go round. Next time I'll have to be more specific. I went in and took a seat. A waitress brought me my complimentary drink. I tipped her a couple of bucks and said, "Butt." She smiled and said, "But what?" I just smiled back. "Never mind." As she walked off, her butt cheeks filled out and swelled. Her walk took on a funny gait as the mass of her butt grew. Finally it was huge, about two waitress' girth. She bumped into several of the girls going back to the bar, unaccostomed to her new width. I turned to the stage; time for some fun. There was a slender, red-haired beauty with tiny boobs writing around on the stage. I figured she was saving for a boob job, so I decided to help her with that. I held up a dollar. She slinked over towards me and began writhing seductively. Then she leaned forward, pressing her smallish breasts together around the dollar bill I was holding up. In her hands, her boobs swelled. She danced back, dropping the bill on the floor. When she tuned back, she had gained at least two cup sizes. I held up another bill. Six dollars later, she was enormous. Her mamaries swelled and grew, sometimes so fast they made audible stretching noises. Now she was having trouble dancing, because of the weight of her firm, massive HH sized boobs. The song ended, and she scooped up her boobs in her arms as best she could, and teetered off the stage. The next was a goregous black girl with long hair. She was very fit. A little short, but she was very pretty. I watched as she danced a while, then I held up a bill. She danced over to me, and pulled her G-string open; I slipped the bill under the elastic. At once, her smooth, firm belly softened. Her belly button became a soft little divit surrounded by soft, swollen flesh. She danced some more, pulling aside the G-string to show me the good bits. Then I held up another bill, she came over, and I slipped that one in her G-string, too. Instantly, her belly surged forward. Rounder and rounder it became. It took a couple more dollars, but soon she was dancing around the buldge of her huge, brown, full-term belly, caressing it erotically. Wow, I thought. I like this. The next dancer was a slim woman with long hair that fell straight down. I slipped her a few bucks in her G-string. After she'd grown a nice belly, I pulled a ten from the roll and slipped it under the strained elastic of her G-string. She writhed erotically back to the center of the stage, and then she grew. Seriously, without any restraint. Her belly swelled and rounded. She didn't even look pregnant anymore; instead, her tummy looked fairly globular. She lost her balance and flopped forward, landing on the still growing mass of her tummy. Bigger than a beachball, soft, round it became. The song ended, and she leaned forward, but couldn't get leverage to lift herself up. One of the waitresses came up and help lift her spherical tummy. They hauled her back to a booth in the back, where she rested her tummy on a small table, and lay back huffing, her legs splayed widely. Funny how they don't seem to react, I thought. Must be magic. A waitress came up and I ordered another drink. As I handed her a five, I said, "Deer." What the hell. She laughed and said, "Yes, darling." Then winked at me and took the money. Then she stood still, her eyes going wide. Her ears poked out from under her hair, pushing out, lengthening. They turned brown with soft fur. Her face took on a soft haze of fur, too, and her nose turned into a little black button. At her sides, her hands turned into hooves. She canted forward as something happened under her clothes, shifting her posture. Her ears were all the way exposed now, and started twitching prettily. She turned, and walked back to the bar, leaving her shoes behind as she balanced delicately on her deer-girl hooves. A dancer came up and pressed against me -- a pale, dark-haired beauty. "Want a dance?" she purred. Getting bolder I said, "Balloon!" and stuffed a ten in the band of her G-string. She stared dancing for me, close, inside my knees, and then her skin went purple. As she swayed sensously, her skin took on a dusty sheen, looking soft and pliable. I took a breath, and blew on her. She swelled. I took a breath and blew again. She swelled some more. Blowing steadily, I slowly filled her up. Her G-string snapped off, followed shortly by her bikini top. Pretty soon she was a huge shiny purple balloon, standing helplessly in front of me. Her hands and feet stuck out of her round sides, flapping uselessly. Realizing I had forgotten something, I pulled a five off the roll, stuck it between her teeth, and said, "Helium." There was a hissing sound, and slowly she began to lift off. I turned to the dancer on stage. She was very beautiful, and had exotic eyes. Her hair was cut in a short black bob. I held out a twenty, and leaned forward. "I'll give you this if you roll around on it on the floor." She smiled wickedly, and took the bill. Throwing it down on the stage, she flopped down on it and began cavorting erotically. Her belly surged beneath her. It swelled, bulding out past her sides, pushing her up off the floor. Her tummy continued to swell, until she was having trouble reaching the floor with her arms and legs. Soon her ass was jutting high in the air, her pussy high and free, her arms and legs kicking at her sides, as she rested on the huge mound of her belly. There was a short break as several waitresses struggled to half-roll, half push the enormous bulk of her belly off the stage. Now I was on a roll. I walked over to where three young-looking dancers were talking. I pulled three twenties from the roll, and walked up to them. "Blueberry, blueberry, blueberry," I said, handing each a bill. They laughed cynically and said, "Thanks!" Then gave each other a look like, "what a kook." Then the first said. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" The one beside her said, "Blueberry!" The third said, "Delicious!" "I love blueberries!" She turned blue. "Me, too! My favorite" She turned blue, too. "Yummy!" said the third, and having said this, turned blue. Then all three started to swell. The one in the schoolgirl uniform burst out of her clothes first, followed closely by the other two. Their eyes went wide, which looked kind of funny surrounded by their blue faces. They were all a deep purplish-blue, and they swelled rapidly. One girl took a few waddling steps, holding her swollen blue belly, but the other two just stood still and grew. Pretty soon all three were huge, naked, swollen blueberry girls. And so the night went. The waitresses were all tipped well, and became animal girls. There was a cute cat girl, a mischievious skunk girl, and a rather top-heavy waitress who could be nothing other than a cow girl. Moo. All the dancers were walking around sporting bulbous tummies, or breasts that defied the laws of physics. At one point as I walked past the dancer resting her spherical belly in the booth in the back, I pulled out a ten, slapped it on top of the globe of her tummy, and said, "More!" Her eyes went wide, and she obligingly grew even bigger. The girls were having trouble on stage, becuse their swollen breasts and bellies made it hard to get up on stage, let alone dance. So some of them took to just sitting in the middle of the stage, rubbing their swollen form. Finally I reached into my pocket, and came back with... the last bill! Oh no! I looked down at it. It was a hundred-dollar bill. I broke into a wide grin. Looking around, I realized I may have done all the girls. The waitresses were walking around on hooves and paws, the dancers were all hobbling around with their watermelon breasts and beachball tummies, and the cutest dancers were completely immobilized as blueberrys, globes, or floating balloons. Then I spotted one last dancer in the corner. She was quiet, with short brown hair, and a look that bespoke shyness and world-weariness at once. Her face was round and soft, her eyes very dark. I waited for a balloon girl to drift by, then I leaned back and looked at the girl until I caught her eye. She got up and sauntered over. Everything about her looked soft and delicious. She came up and smiled a little smile. "Want a dance?" "You bet," I said. "Big!" I handed her the hundred. No sooner had she taken it when a loud rumbling sounded. All the girls looked around, and the dancer before me looked down. The rumbling was coming inside her. She placed both hands on her tummy, and gasped. Then she grew. Her tummy exploded forward. Her breasts filled and started spraying milk. She filled rapidly, her arms and legs filling up, her body filling then rounding to keep up with her tummy. Her clothes burst into pieces, and the bits of cloth floated down over the room. In moments she was completely round. But she kept growing. Her little head looked back and forth above the sphere of her body as it rose higher and higher. Soon I couldn't even see her head; just one hand that waved frantically where it stuck out from the swollen globe of her body. Still she grew. I jumped up from the table and stepped back as she grew larger and larger. There was an "Ow!" and I looked up to see her body pressing against the ceiling, which was fortunately petty high. But the growth continued. Now her body was buldging out as she pressed harder and harder against the ceiling. There was a crack, then the sound of wood snapping, and she pushed up through the roof and into the night sky. The huge sphere of her body filled most of the floor of the strip club, and no one could reach -- let alone see -- the stage anymore. Well, I thought. Guess it's time to go. I walked to the door as the sounds of shrieks and cries filled the room. "What happend to me?" "My breasts -- they're HUGE!" "Oh, my tummy!" "I am so swollen!" "MEOW!" "Oh my God I'm a blimp!" I guess parts of the spell only lasted so long. The cool night air gusted in as I opened the door. Stepping out, my foot caught on something, and I fell hard onto the cement. I thought, what the hell? Pushing myself up, I discovered an angry, sputtering little man trapped beneath me. I helped him stand up, and he angrily brushed the dirt from his green outfit. It was the leprechaun who had given me the magical roll of bills. "Watch where you're goin', ya giant lummox!" He fumed. Then his face grew sad. "Ah, but ye did catch me again, fair and square. So by the law of Leprechauns, I suppose I must give ye my pot of gold and three wishes." He sighed. Then his eyes light up with lust and he rubbed his little hands vigorously. "Unless, that is, ye would consider some compensation for your troubles instead." He pulled out a thick roll of glowing bills.

Title: Meet Me in St. Louis, Stud Ch. 03 Tags: 4degrees, rimming, lit members, blow job, anal, swallowing, romantic, hot, infidelity, lovers We lay together on the big bed, and I gave you a few minutes to recover from the orgasm you'd just had. I couldn't help staring at you though; you looked so handsome. The pleasure I'd helped you achieve was evident in your lazy smile and dreamy eyes. I wanted to grab you up and hold you to me tightly; to begin covering you with kisses and letting you feel my enthusiasm by rubbing my hardness against your warmth. But instead, I sat up and reached over to the bedside table where we'd set our drinks down. I handed you yours, trying hard to be a gentleman wherever I could. I grabbed the pack of *Newports* that were peeking out of the front pocket of my discarded jeans. I put a cigarette between my lips and lit it, while saying, "I bet I know what you need now, baby." I handed you the lit smoke and you smiled and thanked me. Then I lit myself one and picked up my drink, taking a large swallow. The flavor of the vodka with hardly more than a hint of orange juice washed the lingering taste of your cum from my mouth. I was confident that I'd get plenty more before this weekend was over, though. I moved up to the head of the bed, and propped myself up with my back against the wall and a couple of the large pillows cushioning me. You did the same, and we sat side by side, enjoying those always awesome after-sex cigarettes. My cock was engorged and poked straight out from my lap. I did nothing to try to conceal it, although I didn't want you to feel obligated to do something about it yet. I was feeling great, and knew that we didn't have to rush. I put my hand on your naked thigh and rubbed it lightly as I looked back into your face, wanting so much to tell you things; to let you know just how much I was feeling all this. I couldn't find the words, but as you grinned at me and put your hand on mine, I was pretty sure that whatever words I might've come up with would've been inadequate. The look in your eyes told me there was no need; that you knew just what I was feeling. "Fuck, Rick...I sure liked suckin' you like that, baby. And you know I loved how you fed me your load. Man, I will be needing some more of that in a little while, you know." "You think *you* loved it," you answered. "Shit, that was the best blowjob I've had in quite awhile. You're mouth is awesome, Curt." I took another drink and said, "Stick with me baby, there's a lot more where that came from!" But we both knew that wasn't possible. It was left unsaid, but we both felt the effect of this infidelity to our partners. I was sure you felt it much more than I, but hoped that I could put it out of your mind during our time together. I wanted that to be about the last thing on your mind. This weekend was about freedom, and pleasure, and finally being able to experience one another in the flesh. I wanted everything else to not matter to either of us during our time together. I reached over and rubbed my cigarette out in the ashtray and put my arm across your belly, leaning into you with my chin on your shoulder. With your free hand you took the drink from my hand and set it on the side table. You moved closer and returned my affectionate touch by putting your arm across my middle. I felt you tugging me into you, and I brought my face closer to yours. My mouth was on yours again, unable to resist the need that tugged at me from deep within, compelling me to connect with you in every possible way. I was on fire; your mere presence had me so tightly wound. But your naked presence, pressing into my own bare skin, was too much for me to pretend to ignore. "Rick," I said in a breathy whisper, "I know there is no reason to rush anything. Except for the fact that I'm so hot now, I feel like I'm gonna bust. Just tell me if you need more time to chill before we, uh...continue?" I had a hard time finding any of the right words. I was so flustered that it was pretty amazing I could speak, really. I didn't want to push you and make you uncomfortable. But as you smiled at my awkward words, I knew I wasn't. "Curt," you began, "I am just as hot for you, believe me. Tell me what you have in mind, baby. What do you need, little bro?" God, I loved it when you called me that. And hearing it in person, the words coming from your lips as I felt your breath on my skin, made me quiver. Your hand seemed to float down my body, gliding over my chest and down my abs, until you reached my blood-filled shaft. Your fingers slid around me and I was in the warm circle of your hand. You tugged my cock gently as you waited for my reply. Shit, I wanted to fuck you so bad now. But I was unsure if it would be right for me to have you first. I really felt that it should be you taking me first. It seemed more proper, you being older and me feeling like the one who was so hopelessly smitten. I knew you'd never had a man-fuck. I also knew that I wanted to go to any lengths to get you ready for such an encounter. But it wouldn't take much effort at all to get me ready to receive you. And oh, I wanted it so badly. "Rick, I wanna connect again. I want you baby, inside me. Think I can get you hard again?" You laughed at my query and said, "If you can't get it hard, no one can. But what about this?" You gave my cock another squeeze and raised your eyebrows a bit. "Man, it's just like how I write about it, Rick. I swear I'll get off so hard while you fuck me. You'll see, it's not bullshit man. It's so true. So...you want to?" "Want to, what?" "Do you...wait." I stopped and thought about the words I'd say. I didn't want to sound so crass or casual by saying, 'you wanna fuck me'. This was our special time, that we may not ever get again. I wanted you to know how special it really was to me. "Rick...will you make love to me now?" Your smile spread out wide across your handsome face and you said, "Of course, babe. Help me get this hard again, and you got it." I slid down putting my face even with your cock, which, was already halfway hard with the thoughts you had of being inside me. I took you back into my mouth and began to stroke your length with the wide part of my tongue, and then tightly closing my lips around it. It seemed to come back to life almost immediately. I rolled my tongue over your big dick as it grew in my mouth, and then let myself slide up and down the silky-hard pipe that would soon be fucking me. I felt your hands in my hair again, and sighed as I pulled off your cock. I licked its dark red head several times, and left a good amount of spit on you. Looking up I asked, "How do you want me, bro?" I knew the answer, but I wanted you to say it. "On your back, of course. I want you to stretch out and spread your sexy legs, Curt. I want you to lift your legs up so I can give that sweet ass a kiss before I fuck it. Come up here and lay back, sexy." I was there before you could finish talking. I lay back and spread myself out, opening my arms and legs wide in anticipation of your body coming in closer to me than ever. You put an arm on either side of me and crawled up my body, your knees between my legs. I sighed, it sounding more like a gasp than a sigh as your face was above mine. I reached up with both hands and let my fingers drift over your flexed arms as they supported you over me. Your face lowered suddenly, and your mouth was on mine again. Your tongue pushed in to meet mine, and I felt a huge warm wave throughout my body. I shuddered as we kissed, and tugged your shoulders to bring you down closer. "Ah-ah," you said as a small sexy grin appeared over your face. "I need to go down there first...You know that." You motioned with your head towards my lower half, and before I said anything, you crawled back down and hooked your arms under my thighs. I raised them a bit, shivering with excitement as I felt the first sensation of your tongue touching my hole. It was so warm and wet, and wonderful! Within seconds, you were rimming my ass perfectly, loving it with your tongue and lips. I couldn't help putting a hand on your head and stroking your hair. My hips moved off the bed, pressing closer, offering my ass to you. "Oh, shit...That is so good baby. That is in-cred-i-ble! Mmm, do that as long as you'd like, sweetheart. It'll take me a long time to get tired of that!" I meant that too. The way you kissed and licked my hole was heavenly. But after only a few more minutes you raised your head and looked into my eyes, saying, "Fuck, you know I can't wait though. I've been waiting long enough, and I *need* you now." As you rose up onto all fours, coming forward again I said, "Oh, take me. I can't fucking wait either, Rick, to feel you." My legs went higher as you came up against me on your knees. You held your cock at its base and touched my slick hole with its head. Our eyes were locked on one another's, and I shook my head 'yes' and said, "Oh, I'm so ready. Do it, Rick. Give it to me, please!" I felt you start coming into me. Your cock pushed against me and I felt myself open up to you, my spread ass sucking the head of your dick inside it right away. I watched your face as you entered me and was in love with your expression. I could see how surprised you were by the tight tight hotness of my fuckhole. My hands went to your back and pulled at you, wanting you in deep. Your shaft was buried inside me now. My mouth hung halfway open as I gasped, overwhelmed by this fullness that you gave me. Your hips began to move slightly, and you withdrew halfway. Then forward again, and right away your movement became rhythmic and you sank your dick into me in one fluid motion. I couldn't keep from crying out, feeling so passionate about our connection. "Fuck yes Rick...Oh, fuck me. Fuck me good, you stud...Show me how badly you've wanted this ass..." Your thrusting became quicker, and we grunted together as your groin smacked against my asscheeks as I held my legs up tight against your ribs. My hand went to your pec, and I began pinching and pulling on one of your hard buds as you shoved your cock far into me. You let out a groan, telling me it was too much. My own cock was being rubbed between us, our hot sweating bellies mashing and tugging at it. Your eyes were slits now, as you tired to let your mind go elsewhere in a vain attempt to make this fuck last longer. "Don't hold back, bro. Fuck, I wanna feel your cum in me. Give it to me, Rick...let it go, come in me please!" "Oh, shit yes," you moaned as your body began to jerk against me as your climax began. Your cock was as deep as it could be, and I felt the pulsing throb as you began to squirt your cum in my guts. My hands moved to your asscheeks and locked you in place there, wanting to feel every twitch of your cock as you succumbed to this pleasure. It felt nothing short of perfect. As you came you grunted between clenched teeth, saying, "Yeah Curt...take it baby...mm this is mine now. This ass is mine, oh fuck, this is a sweet ass...!" I was so close to coming myself, but I let your orgasm consume me and ignored my own urge for release. You finally calmed and let all your weight rest on me, panting as you tried to catch your breath. I hugged you tightly with both my arms and legs around your strong back and whispered, "Rick...that was all I'd been dreaming of, and even more. You fucked me so good. Oh, God, it was perfect babe." I knew you well enough to guess your next move would be reaching for the cigarettes. I clutched you as you began shifting and said, "Don't pull out yet. Please, stay right there." You smiled so sexily as you put the smoke between your lips, lighting it and then holding it to my lips. I took a drag, and then you pulled the cigarette back and took one for yourself. We exhaled together, both sighing loudly as we enjoyed the afterglow of the fuck we'd been fantasizing about for so long. Then you spoke again and said, "Curt, that ass is fuckin' awesome. Shit, I have never felt anything so *HAWT*." We both cracked up as you pronounced the word so comically, and I saw your eyes sparkle as they met mine again. "Mmm, so glad you like, babe. I just hope you're prepared to switch with me soon. And that you're still wanting my cock in you as much as you've told me these past few months, because **I am ready**." I licked my dry lips seductively at you, knowing that I'd soon be given that gift of you that I craved so much.

Title: Max Longear and Storage Building #52 by hoodedwanderer Tags: Ace Kenshader, Max Longear, Story, Weight Gain *The day was a peaceful one here in the community of Forestville, with some of the deer's and antelopes prancing around the forest, mother bears and they're cubs hunting for fish along the riverbed. Birds of all kinds are perched on branches, on the ground searching for some worms and food, or in nests to take care of their young ones. As you can already tell, nature seems to having one pleasant day, no disturbances in the forest, no hunters or tourists, just some peace and quiet, with only the sound of the forest bristling through the bushes, pine needles and leaves like a gentle gale breeze... Well, except for one disturbance that is.* *The disturbance was being caused by a feral husky with blazing whitish blue eyes and red collar that's strapped around its neck that has a bronze four leaf clover shaped dog tag that has the name 'Brutis' printed on it. He barked and howled as he ran down the forest like a train, trying to catch a figure that looks as if he's trying to get away from the dog or something. Could it be that the dog was hungry, and wanted to eat the running figure like it was a walking dinner, or was it because the figure did something horrendous and the dog wanted to chase it down to make it right? Well actually, it's not as exciting or practical as you thought it was.* *The figure was that of a 5'11 tall (180* *centimetres**)* *anthro* *rabbit that has light Sienna coloured fur that in a way makes you think of light chocolate. With gentle blue eyes, a large tuft of hair that appears on his forehead, white fur that appears on the bottom of his feet and at the bottom half of his tail, and long ears that are always on a rabbit. His clothing appears to be that of a light turquoise T-Shirt, with an orange vest that clearly has symbols going down on the left and right side of front and back which show food. From delicious cabbages on the front right, to irresistible pieces of chocolate cake that has white icing on it, and as for the ones on the back, care for some fries that appear on the back right side, along with some lollipops on the back left with a long carrot going down the middle between the two? He also wears a pair of blue shorts, but there's nothing special about them. As for his unique traits, well, the most obvious one is that he's got quite a rather large belly; just barely enough for it to hang over his shorts and making the button strain a little. Along with the fact his shirt does seem to have trouble trying to cover the lower part of his belly, and from his height with his belly size, he looks like he weighs about 240lbs (109.1 kilograms if you use that kind of weight system). Anyways, let's get back to the story shall we?* *The rabbit is Max Longear, a really kind and loveable rabbit, who loves to play with his friends and help others, but is also the kind of rabbit who always seems to have a weakness when it comes to food, specifically cabbage. But you can already tell, after all, Max's got a little bit of a belly on him, which explains why while he's running, he's carrying a large dark green garbage bag that has small air holes in it, in the bag is bout nearly fifty cabbages that he stole from a farmer nearby, the air holes are there so that the cabbages can receive oxygen and not go bad. The rabbit just continues to run and run, hoping to get away from Brutis who is starting to gain in on him. "Darn it," he said, panting after each word because of losing energy. "Why is it that every time I get some cabbage from the farmer's field, Brutis tries to catch me like I'm sort of criminal?!"* *The answer is pretty obvious to Max, but whenever it involves food, he just seems to forget that answer. What also shows that Max loves to eat is that even though he is running away from the dog as best he can, he grabs a cabbage from the bag every couple of minutes and eats it down, making his belly a bit bigger with each cabbage he eats, and draining more energy out of his body. "Uh oh," he noticed that he added another seven pounds (3.2kg) on him from his just recent snack binge, now his belly is barely too big for his pants, making them strain a bit. "This doesn't look good." he turned around to see that Brutis is now closing in on him like a missile. "Oh no," he yelled as he started to run faster. "Now this is bad!! I got to get away from Brutis before I become a canine buffet!!!"* *But running faster didn't increase his chances of escaping much, thanks to the fat and pounds he added onto his belly, he was having a hard time of trying to get away from the dog while at the same time trying his best not to fall over onto his gut. And it only got worse when Max came to a dead stop near a steep hill that's bout forty feet long downward and at the bottom is a twenty foot drop, leaving the rabbit trapped. "Oh no," Max said as he turned around, munching down some more cabbages out of nervousness and fear, and making his belly more visible with the shirt exposing bout nearly half of his fat gut. "I'm trapped!"* *He turned around to see Brutis started to slowly walk towards him with a growl that shows an immense anger at Max for stealing all of the farmer's cabbages, the big rabbit just simply stepped back slowly from the husky. "N-nice d-doggy," he said, now starting to get really scared. "Listen, if you don't attack me, I'll give you some n-nice delicious cabbages." Knowing a dog, he prefers to have meat over cabbages. Now Brutis just growls even louder and moves closer and closer towards Max, forcing him to move even more back. "B-Brutis, you don't want to eat me would you, look at me, I'm all s--- WOOAH!!!" Max took one too many steps back and has fallen down the hill, but ironically thanks to his belly; he's not getting hurt or bruised. "Getting... Sick," he yelled as he continued to roll down the hill like a boulder. "I think I'm going to lose my lunch, thanks to this!!!"* \_ \_ *At the bottom of the drop is a dirt road where people usually walk along as means to admire the view of Forestville, with some signs along the side of the road. Walking along the road was a 5'9 (175 centimetres), 121lbs (55 Kilograms) tall male anthro cheetah, He has short brown hair that has two large tuffs going at downward curve left and right on his forehead, brown eyes, and has a purple triforce mark on the back of his left hand (reasons why he has one is hard to explain). The clothes he wears is just a simple black jeans jacket and red pants, nothing special really. "Damn," he said as he swiped some sweat of his forehead, "this is one heck of a hot day, I wish there was a cloud that will cover the sun."* *He continued walking down the path till he stopped in the middle of the path, standing right next to a sign that hangs on the side of the cliff. The sign showed a chubby blue Chinese dragon that had green eyes and yellow belly scales, gorging down on Chinese food, egg rolls, rice, cooked vegetables, and above the dragon was the words in bold black 'Eat Up San'. The cheetah looked at the ground and noticed that for some reason he was in a shadow that was in the shape of a fat rabbit. "What the," he said, rather confused about the shape of the shadow and how it's getting bigger rapidly, he looked up and immediately said with a 'what the f\*\*k expression'. "Aw crap."* *In an instant a loud thud can be heard throughout the entire forest, it was so loud that it managed to rustle a lot of leaves in trees that are as far as twenty feet away, and some tourists thought it was a boulder falling down a mountain. But in reality it was only Max landing on the ground with a large velocity, and ironically, squashed onto the young cheetah. "Phew," Max said as he pet his large belly and grabbed the bag that landed right next to him. "I thought I was going to be a goner, thanks for saving me from certain doom." He looked down at the cheetah that's underneath him, the dude appears to be unconscious from the impact of Max's weight, lying down on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, but thankfully, the young cheetah isn't hurt at all, he's just simply dazed and if this were a cartoon, he would literally see stars and birds going around his head as if there was gravitational pull around him. Max's cheeks blushed so red that it looks like he had red paint covering his cheek fur. "Oops," Max said as he put his hand behind his face, a little embarrassed. "Sorry about that Mr. Cheetah, I'll take you back to my home, so that you get better." He picked the young cheetah up and set him on his belly on Max's left shoulder, wrapping his left arm around his legs so that the cheetah won't fall off while holding the cabbage bag on his right shoulder, and took the cheetah, the bag and his monstrous appetite to his house.* \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \~\~\~\*20 Minutes later\*\~\~\~ \_ \_ \_ \_ After having to carry the young cheetah and the bag full of cabbages for a while, Max finally reached his house. The entrance to his home is a small round hole that's at the bottom of a small hill that's roughly a bit over four feet tall, with the hole being one and a half feet tall and wide, it's just barely big enough for Max to squeeze through as from the looks of it, it's only big enough for someone who weighs less than 250lbs (113.6 kg), anyone who weighs more than that will probably be stuck.\_ *"Phew," he said as he set the cheetah down and pushed the cabbage stuffed bag through the small hole. "That sure took a lot of energy!" Max then smiled a bit and picked up the cheetah yet again as he pushed the cheetah head first with ease, he then entered through the hole, his fat belly feeling snug as he slowly wiggled his way through. "Dang it," he said again struggling a bit to get through. "Either this hole is naturally getting smaller or someone purposely made it smaller!"* *After a few more seconds Max finally managed to squeeze through the hole on his own, and crawled a bit more to get his legs in. "There," he said and smiled as he crawled while carrying the cheetah till there's enough room in the short hallway for him to stand. When he's out of the hallway, he just petted his own belly and said to himself, "looks like there's no worry for me to get stuck for now." His home is pretty simple, side the hallway being less than three feet tall when close to the entrance hole, the rest of the home is about nine feet tall, more than enough for the two to be comfy. Since Max's home is underground, the walls and the ceiling (well let's just call them that) have thick roots that are stemming from the trees above ground, some are going through just the walls or the ceiling, but there are others that just go straight down from ceiling to wall, and when you look at it from a certain perspective, it's a very stylish decoration.* *On the right side of the room is the kitchen, which has a wooden round table with three chairs with a lamp hanging overhead, a counter to the right that holds some jars and spice racks, a cabinet below the counter that holds some cooking pots and pans, a sink to wash the dishes manually and also an oven on the far right side of the counter to make the food. There's also a cupboard filled with junk food and sweets along with many other ingredients in the top half of the cupboard while the bottom is full of dishes, plates and glasses, and last but definitely not least is the fridge that's to the right of the oven, standing bout six feet tall, regular fridge, nothing special.* *On the left side of the room is sort of like a living room, with a basic sofa that's big enough for four people, a low coffee table that's made out of maple and stands bout nearly a feet tall, a bookshelf that's full of books ranging from fantasy to mystery, an armchair next to the sofa, and some pictures of some events that happened in the past.* *Max walked over to the sofa and set the young cheetah down to let him get a good rest, unfortunately Max's belly grumbled very loudly cause it was a sign that Max is hungry for food. The grumble was more then enough for the young cheetah to wake up, "Dang," he said as he sat and rubbed his eyes. "That was some sleep, a rabbit like boulder landing on me, something tells me I should lay off the soda before bed." When he regained some vision in his eyes after the nap he took, he realized that what happened earlier was not a dream.* *When he looked up at Max, the big rabbit kind of blushed and said with an embarrassing tone. "Sorry bout landing on your earlier Mr. Cheetah, I kind of slipped when I tried to ran away from the farmer's dog, hope I didn't hurt you at all."* *The cheetah smiled, "Don't worry about it," he said as he poked Max's belly. "Your fat belly managed to soften the impact for me, sides I've had this happened to me before so I've gotten used to it." He grinned a little to Max at that.* *Max smiled back and held out his hand to 'Mr. Cheetah', "I'm Max Longear," he introduced himself. "How about you sir, what's your name?"* *The cheetah shook his hand with a smile. "I'm Andrew Kenshader," he said to Max. "But most people call me Ace." He then asked Max. "By the way, why were you running away from the farmer's dog anyway?"* *Max walked over to the entrance hole till he had to crawl, he grabbed the bag that was left next to the hole and headed back over to Ace. "Well Ace," he said and opened the bag, dumping dozens and dozens of cabbages onto the coffee table. "I was getting some cabbages to make supper, and unfortunately the dog found out before I managed to sneak out." He picked up one of them and started to chew on it, smiling as he* *savoured* *the taste in his mouth and swallowed it, petting his belly proud. "What can I say, I love cabbages!"* *Ace couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Well you know," Ace said and grinned as he poked Max's soft belly again. "I'm a very good cook; I can make all kinds of foods with any ingredient, including cabbages." He just simply winked at that.* *Max's ears perked up instantly at the words of 'very good cook', "Really," he said and looked at Ace. His tummy made an even louder rumble, like it was telling Ace to make delicious foods. Max laughed and said to Ace "looks like my belly wants some of your cooked food!"* *Ace couldn't help but laugh as well. "Well if that's what your tummy wants," he said and stood up, walking over to the kitchen. "Then I'll comply!" He grabbed some ingredients from the fridge, cupboard and the counter, as well as some cooking appliances, and started to cook. Since he's in cheetah form, it probably won't take too long before the table will be covered with delicious food.* \_ \_ \_ \~\~\~\*An Hour Later\*\~\~\~ \_ *The table is almost completely covered in food, but there's not as much food as you think there is because of the small table size, The mini sized feast is comprised of two plates having sandwiches, one plate having a tower comprised of six pancakes, smothered in maple syrup with whipped cream on top, a baked blueberry pie with a hint of cinnamon, and a plate having two dozen chocolate chip cookies. When Max gazed upon the cooked food Ace had made in such a fast time, his stomach couldn't help but made the loudest gurgling ever. Max blushed at that and said to Ace as he sat down, "Guess that's stomach talk for thank you Ace," he put a pancake, a slice of blueberry pie and a couple of sandwiches onto his plate, sliced a piece of pie with his fork, and took a taste at it. "Wow Ace, you really are an excellent cook!!" He smiled greatly as he continued to chow down on the food, but being polite enough to use the utensils cause of company.* *Ace smiled. "Well I don't like to brag," grabs a sandwich and takes a bite at it,* *savouring* *the taste and swallowing it, giving his barely existing belly a good pat. "But I am I usually cook for very good friends." Ace holds out his hand towards Max. "If you like to be my friend that is."* *Max was simply touched by that, it's not often that someone he knows for only a very short amount of time, it's also very touching since Max was a bit responsible by landing on Ace. Max took Ace's hand and shook it, with a smile. "I always like to meet new friends," he said as he continued to chow down the food, putting more on his plate with Ace eating some of his food, only a tiny bit slower* *then* *Max. Both of their bellies grew and grew with every few chomps they took, with the chair that Max is sitting on already creaking heavily and his big belly pressing against the edge of the table as he keeps getting fatter and fatter. The chair that Max is sitting on also starts to show signs of straining, the legs are starting to look like they're bending, and it starts to make small creaking noises as Max gets bigger from his eating, obviously Max doesn't mind though, as he continues to eat the feast Ace made as his belly gets bigger.* \_ \_ \_ \~\~\~\*Half an hour later\*\~\~\~ \_ \_ \_ *Bout all of the tables contents were gone within half an hour. Ace stopped eating bout twenty minutes ago, so he only looks like he now weighs in at 190lbs (86.4 kg), his belly way more noticeable as its bulges out of Ace's shirt, probably because his shirt size is smaller than Max's. Max on the other hand ate the other half of the food within the half hour and it looks like he weighs in at 350lbs (159.1 kg). When he got up and stretched a bit, we truly see how big he is. His belly is now almost twice as big as it originally was at the beginning of this story, with it really hanging over his shorts, hanging over a foot above the ground when he stands and he also has three noticeable rolls on his back directly above his short. Surprisingly though the chair is still holding on, even though it's close to breaking. "Ah," he said with a smile as he patted his large gut. "That is one of the best meals I ever had!" He then looked over at Ace, who just finished washing the dishes that are clear of food and placed them back in the cupboards. "You're a really excellent cook Ace; you're bout as great as my friend Martin!"* *Ace is now the one who's blushing like a blooming rose, "W-well," he chuckled nervously as he places his paws behind his head and scratches it. "I do try to make delicious food for my buddies." He pets his exposed spotted belly and looks at Max with slight curiosity. "So who is Martin anyway, you've talked about an adventure you had with him during the meal but you never told me much about him."* *Max smiles as he started talking about Martin. "He and I have been best friends ever since we we're little kids, back then I still loved to eat as much as I do today, and have been always getting a large belly thanks to the habit. One day bout seven years ago after I finished eating nearly all of the vegetables in Farmer Bleu's greenhouse he uses to keep animals like me out, I tried my best--"* *Ace immediately stopped Max out of confusion, since the big rabbit said that the greenhouse was used to keep animals out, it had to make him wonder how Max got in. "Wait Max," he asked Max to get everything straight with a curious look on his face. "If the greenhouse was made to prevent guys like you from coming in, then how did you get in?"* *Max chuckled nervously at that question, almost as if how he did it embarrassed him. "W-well you see," he shyly admitted. "I noticed that the ground below the greenhouse was softer, so I managed to make a small ditch right below the glass wall where I easily crawled through." Max then got up and went to the fridge to bring out a small cake that's already got a half-eaten up and sat down on his chair and started eating on the cake. "Unfortunately when I tried to crawl out, I gotten so fat that I gotten stuck tightly and couldn't get out, but as luck would have it Martin was walking near Farmer Bleu's place, when I yelled out for help Martin came to the rescue and saved me from certain doom like a superhero!!" After he said that he did a superhero pose, unfortunately the shift he did to do that pose along with the extra pound he added on after eating the cake managed to put enough weight on the chair to have its rear legs snap like twigs. His thud was so loud that it rattled the dishes in the cupboards, and it also made the dishes on the table to bounce a little, but at least nothing was broken. "I guess Martin was right," he said as Ace helped him out, smiling sheepishly. "At this size I can probably measure on the rector scale!"* *"And you'll probably measure at 1.8," an unknown voice had said from the entrance. Ace and Max immediately looked to see who it was, and from the way Max was smiling, he was a good guy. It was a 5'7 (170.18 cm) tall Pine Marten weasel that has pale golden-brown fur, greyish-green eyes, a long bushy tail and is actually pretty slim but with a slightly noticeable belly, weighing in at around 160lbs (72.7 kg). He's wearing a Lilac coloured t-shirt and blue jean shorts, which is nothing special, he also appears to have an old style Polaroid instant camera that's from the 1980's, a Polaroid Spirit 620 and it looks like it's still brand new even though it's twenty years old, once he got into Max's house, he noticed Ace very clearly. "Hi Max, who's this fellow," He asked the rotund rabbit with a slight chuckle. "I take it he's another one of your newest friends?"* *"Martin," Max smiled and got up on his own two feet with a little help from Ace, walking towards Martin while holding his belly with his left hand to keep himself steady, and gave him one of the tightest hugs Martin had ever received while lifting him up into the air. "It's so great to see you!"* *Martin couldn't help but smile as he given a hug back to Max... Well, as much as he could with Max's size and all. "It's great to see you to buddy," as Max put down Martin, he looked at Ace and asked the fat bunny again. "Who is he again, I don't believe you told me his name yet?"* *"It's a pleasure to meet you Martin," Ace said as he walked his way over to the weasel and shook his hand, they're bellies pressing against each other slightly which shows how chubby they have gotten thanks to Max's influence. "I'm Andrew Kenshader, but I'm usually called Ace."* \_ \_ *"It's great to meet you to Ace," Martin said with a small smile. "It's a bit rare for Forestville to have visitors; let alone us."* *"Well, I never really did intend to come here actually," Ace told Martin. "I actually was walking on a pathway that is close to Forestville; because I've heard in a brochure that the place was very quiet and beautiful." Max and Martin kind of looked perplexed, they never really heard of this brochure about Forestville considering the fact that this place isn't really all that exciting to them; plus Forestville doesn't really have much of a business that would get much tourists except for its seasonal county fair. "Okay-okay, I may have over exaggerated the brochure but it still given me enough interest to check out the place."* *Well that is great and all," Martin said, still a little puzzled. "But that still doesn't explain how you and Max met and became friends."* *"Let's just say Max saved me after I got squashed by a big, brown, and soft rabbit-like boulder." he smirked a bit as he poked Max's large belly; it wobbled quite a bit as Martin snickered after realizing in an instant what he meant.* *The loveable rabbit blushed like crazy, "Hey," he said sheepishly. "I-it wasn't my fault that I got caught sneaking off with the farmer's food and Brutis tried to catch me!" The three then relaxed on the couch, as they're combined weights made the couch do creaking sounds and had the cushions sank a little under the three. "What brings you here Martin," Max asked him as he wrapped his left arm around his shoulder. "It's rare for you to bring your camera over here."* *Martin picked up the local newspaper 'The Forestville Daily' that was on the table and showed the front page to the two. According to a front page story "#52 Now Means Lots of Food" written by Ginger O'Reilly; the rich gluttonous president of real-estate firm* *Lenax**, Lionel Crane of Daychen; who appears to be a 6'3 (190.50cm) 450lbs (204.5kg) St. Bernard has recently finished building one of the largest storage buildings in the entire region. The storage building in question is basically a 200ft tall 400ft wide and 60oft around building that houses a single giant room that will hold tonnes and tonnes of food and all kinds kept in a special temperature controlled room and is often sprayed from the emergency sprinklers with a special chemical called 'Yargenol' that will make sure the foods never get spoiled or rotten; that's like a special dream for food lovers. "I thought that this might interest you buddy," Martin said has he handed him the copy. "Since I know of your intense love with food; plus considering on how much food there probably will be in there, I thought it would be too good of an offer to pass up on."* *Max immediately took the paper with jackrabbit speed, his ears perking up with excitement when he heard the phrase 'lots of food', he read through the article in a laser like focus and in an instant after finishing reading, he had the expression of being in pure bliss. His belly gurgling loudly in delight; the sight of drool coming out of his mouth, and with all that, you can practically imagine that hearts are floating around his head. "Oh city of Daychen," he said in a love-like trance. "How much I love you for making this storage building!"* \_ \_ *"Daychen?" Ace said with a surprise. "How interesting, I actually live in that city, it's 12* *kilometres* *south-east of Forestville and it is a pretty big city."* *"You live in Daychen," Martin asked Ace, but before you he could finish his sentence, a faint memory suddenly light up in his mind. "I remember who you are now, your Andrew Eclipse Kenshader, one of the youngest millionaires in the entire province of Nebiahaso, founder and the president of REEL, Research Echo Energy of Life!!" Martin is completely flabbergasted that someone of Ace's status was right here in Max's home, Ace was sort of embarrassed that his status was revealed as he never really intended for the two to know, while Max was just plain clueless at what the tubby weasel was talking about. "But wait," Martin said again, kind of looking perplexed. "Aren't you... human?"* *Max looked perplexed at what Martin said, since clearly Ace is a cheetah. Ace clearly was blushing red at the cheeks... Actually, since Ace's fur is yellow, he would technically be blushing orange like having basketball for cheeks. "Guess even out here I'm a bit of a celebrity," he said sheepishly. "Yeah I'm human in reality, but..." Since Max and Martin aren't aware of his special abilities, explaining those abilities is about as easy as rocket science. "Let's just say I'm not the average human." He chuckled nervously.* *"I'll say," Martin said in big astonishment as he looked at Ace all over and started poking at him like a scientist examining a new species. "I have never met a shape shifter before, let alone my best friend being friends with one!"* *"I didn't know Mr. Ace was a shape shifter," Max said and gave off a jolly laughter. "I just thought he was a normal guy who as fate would have I used as a cushion!" In an instant he remembered about the storage building. "Speaking of which," he got up, his belly jiggling vigorously like jolly Santa Claus. "We really need to get to that storage building, don't want to have the food go to waste!"* *Martin nodded as he was the first to crawl out of the entrance hole, holding his Polaroid camera in his right paw to keep it steady and popped out of the hole with a bit of relative ease. "Okay," he said with a smirk, "who's the next to come out?"* *"My turn!" the rabbit just bounced up and down with total glee as he rammed his way towards the hole like a locomotive train at full steam, which considering his mass it does make him fit that description to a tee. You think with a rabbit that big he would just simply destroy the entrance; unfortunately with the wall of dirt around the entrance being a feet thick, and that he lost speed as he got closer to the entrance; when he smashed right into the entrance, the only thing was that apparent to Ace from behind was that his giant belly was wedged pretty tight, with his tail high up wiggling frantically and his feet digging in the ground to get out. On the other side; Max was clearly pulling himself out frantically to no avail, with Martin watching just in front of him. "Urgh," he grunted. "I'm stuck!"* *Martin smiled as he immediately took a picture of the situation Max was in, snickering. "Well," he told him. "You did dive in headfirst into that hole without thinking of the consequences." Max really felt embarrassed now, especially since Ace has a clear view of his giant belly. But thankfully his two friends aren't the kind who would tease on him all night, as Martin said "Let me help you out buddy!" He grabbed both of Max's paws and started pulling.* *Don't worry Max" Ace yelled from the other side as he started to push into his doughy middle, having to gain some traction by letting out his foot claws. "I'm not the kind of person \*Urf\* who would laugh at my friends so meanly, when they're in a situation like this!" He pushed more in more into the belly, Max smiled as he was being helped out there from both; you can practically hear creaking coming from the entrance with Max's belly being practically smooshed against the wall. And then just like that; \*POP!\* three just started flying thanks to Max shooting out like a cannonball, landing about five feet away from the entrance. May have been a wild ride, but at least Max is now finally free. Ace got up first; he had a very sly smirk smeared on his face as he and Martin both help up the blubbery rabbit. "I'm willing to bet that this sort of thing happens a lot with you two."* *Max giggled sheepishly and nodded at that; considering on how fat Max has always been, it's not hard to believe that he gets his rotund self-wedged in small places a lot. Martin laughed heartily at the comment "I can honestly say I have lost tracked on the number of times Max has gotten stuck," he said with a smirk. "Now that we are out here, let's head to the storage building, I know of its location so I'll lead the way!" Max and Ace nodded in agreement as they followed Martin to another food related adventure.* \_ \_ \_ \~\~\~\*45 minutes later\*\~\~\~ \_ \_ \_ *Well, actually it's twenty minutes from Max's home; the problem was that the trail they had to take required them to go uphill, and considering how much weight the rabbit had put on since his feast back at his house, within a minute of walking up the trailer Max was already panting and sweating like a dog in a hot summer day, wanting to take a breather for a little while. Thankfully Ace being the kind soul he is wrapped his right arm around Max's back and helped him up the hill with Max hanging his left arm over the cheetah's left shoulder; though as you can imagine it took quite a while for the three to reach the top since Martin had to slow down in order for the two to catch up to him, but the weasel had a lot of patience so he wasn't irked much that it's taking a lot longer to reach they're destination. "I'm sorry that we're slowing you down buddy," Max said, a little bit ashamed that he and Ace are being so slow. "We really shouldn't have pigged out back at my den."* *"Don't you mean YOU \*huff\* shouldn't have pigged out," as you can tell from the excessive breathing, sweating, and the sarcastic tone in his voice; he wasn't in the cheeriest of moods. You can't really blame him though as having to carry someone of Max's stature up an incline for almost an hour is surely going to strain your emotions, not to mention your back. "Dang Max you weigh as much as a car!"* *Max giggled embarrassingly and blushed beep red as Martin looked back with a grin, "Well you can relax Ace," he said excitedly. "Cause we finally made it!" With that Max's ears perked and immediately started running towards the building and left Ace in the dust; his massive gut wobbled immensely up and down, side to side, making sloshing sounds that would resemble a half filled water balloon... Well, a balloon that would be like eight feet in diameter anyway. When he reached the top of the hill, he stared in awe at the sight; the building was pretty huge in diameter, around 1'400 feet to be precise, with 80 feet in height it's a pretty clear telling that this place may likely hold* *tonnes* *of delicious food. The exterior of the building doesn't look half-bad either, the walls being made entirely out of bricks in different shades of brown and dark red; but don't let the old style look fool you, it's very strong and sturdy, you can say indestructible even. An interesting quirk of the warehouse is that it's practically sitting on the edge of a hill that is resting against the west side of the building, and the hill looks pretty steep; if anybody falls out of those windows from that side they will be rolling fifty feet down the hill.* *"Oh wow," Max said with his eyes glazed over, enough to make anybody hungry for donuts in all honesty. "It's so big!"* *Ace finally managed to catch up to the two as he looked pretty pooped from carrying the obese bunny up the hill. "Just \*pant\* out of curiosity," he asked Martin. "How \*pant\* in the world \*pant\* are going to get into that building?"* *Ace did raise a good point; this Mr. Crane from the looks of it has put quite bit of security into #52, a couple of guards for each wall we're patrolling around the perimeter of the building so that no one will be able to escape they're view, the doors have sophisticated electrical locks that requires special keycards, and the ground floor windows were pretty much out of the question due to Max's physique. The rabbit's ears lowered completely when he saw all that security, "How are we going to get in now," he asked with a whimper. "There's no way I can fit through those windows with the guards on the lookout."* *Martin, rather undeterred from this realization used his keen sense of vision to spot anything that looks like a possible entrance into the building; but seeing as how they were at the hilltop and it was a hundred yards away from the building, it won't be easy to spy something interesting unless your eyesight is perfect. Thankfully for the trio -especially Max-, Martin was able to spot something very particular that looks to be unguarded; nearby is a creek that has a large drainage pipe that's half buried into the ground, 7 feet wide and tall, and ten feet long; connected to the creek, and it also appears connected to the storage building. Very odd for such a rural area as it's more suiting for a big city like Chicago, but hey it's really convenient so they really can't complain. "Bingo," he said with a grin, "looks like we found ourselves a way in guys!"* *As you might expect, Max beamed when Martin spotted another way into the mystical storage building; it comes as no surprise that Max was about to zoom towards it when Ace grabbed a hold of his arm. "Slow down Roadrunner," Ace cautioned the rotund bunny; "I think it would be safer and smarter if we don't go in there guns blazing, and instead do stealth mode; just so that we won't attract any attention."* *Of course, Ace was right; someone of the bunny's stature would no doubt create a lot of noise that would give the trio away, so sneaking down the hill towards the drainage is the more sensible option. Then again, I highly don't think that Max is really the patient type, "Aw come on Ace," Max whined, his ears drooped and giving off big puppy eyes. "I am so hungry I can eat a horse!"* *"It looks like you already ate three; buddy," Martin snickered as he nodded with Ace, slowly walking down the hill in stealthy fashion; seems as though he cemented himself as the leader as he looks back to the two and signaling them to follow. Ace helped Max down the hill -while holding on to his vest tightly so as to not run off and blow they're cover-, following behind the tubby weasel. They crouched down when they entered the creek, they're feet soaking wet and the coldness of the water sending a tingle up the three's spine. Of course they really can't complain at this point, "just h-h-hold on guys," Martin said, shivering a little bit, "we're g-g-going i-in!"* *Once the trio entered the drainage pipe; Ace let go of Max and pulled out a small penlight from his pocket and turned it on to illuminate the passageway, as you would imagine, the whole pipe was damp, dark, and felt like a cave which leads deeper and deeper into the earth. At least the water wasn't dirty... Somewhat, \*burr\* "Dang this water feels like it's imported from Pluto," Ace said, his teeth chattering a little bit as they go deeper into the unknown. As they go further in, the whole place got darker and harder to see; so the penlight is quite literally they're lifeline. "I didn't think that this pipe goes this deep into the earth," the cheetah was pretty surprised. "How far along is it till we reach our destination--. " Before he could finish his sentence though he walked head first into an obstacle, the collision was pretty painful as the banging of skull with metal was echoing throughout the place. The cheetah immediately fallen back in comedic style and rubbed his booboo, "okay never mind."* *Even though it did look pretty painful, the guys really couldn't help themselves but hide they're giggling; after all it was kind of thing you only seen in cartoons. Once Ace got up, he shined his light onto the ladder, it did look a bit rusty; as there was some brown rust at the feet of the ladder, but it still looked strong. The only problem was when he pointed the light upward; at the ceiling was a vertical shaft that looked to be thirty feet long and only big enough for a 400lbs person to fit through; way too small for Max. "Oh dear," Martin said as he saw the vertical shaft, "it may take a while to get you at the other end buddy."* *Max's ears lowered again, giving off big puppy eyes. "But I am hungry as a horse guys," he whined a little, "can't you guys help me out?"* *"Of course we will," Ace said with a grin. "What kind of friends are we if we don't help out each other?"* *Max smiled a little as Martin was the first to get onto the letter as he climbed up and stopped halfway into the , "I think I got an idea how to get all three of us up there guys, Max you grab on to my ankles." Martin said to the hefty rabbit, Max obliged and got onto the ladder himself, though as you can likely imagine it was not so easy as his bulk kept getting in the way from grabbing onto it and get his footing on it, but in no time at all he was holding on to Martin's legs. "Okay then, now Ace you climb up last as we need someone to push up on Max to help him wiggle through this shaft."* *Ace didn't look very pleased at all; considering that he's going to have to push upward on Max's bottom and his belly, it's an understatement that he looks like he has seen a ghost. "You're kidding me right Martin?" He asked with a flabbergasted expression on his face. "It would take us hours to get Max through there!"* *"Nonsense Ace," Martin cheered at Ace as he starts to climb up the shaft. "Not if you believe!"* *"Martin's right," Max smiled gleefully as he soon followed the weasel, holding on to his legs as he begins climbing. "You can do it Ace, I know you can!" Of course after he finished that little pep talk, the hole got plugged with rabbit blubber; his legs moving rapidly in the air. Ace sighed and climbed, putting his paws on all that rabbit and begins pushing upward. Now all the cheetah can hear of his two new friends is being muffled out by the sloshing of rabbit blubber.* *"Maybe I didn't think this through Max," Martin was struggling to climb upward with having to drag Max with him, who as you can see is really trying his best to hold on to Martin as he stretches slowly with each step Martin takes. "You're a lot bigger than I expected!"* *\*Oomph!\* Max slowly started to squeeze into the shaft as Ace and Martin continue to push and pull the rabbit to get him to the other side. "Come on \*oomph!\* guys," Max said, looking a bit uncomfortable, getting smooshed and stretched at the same time in such a small space is pretty much not the nicest place to be in if your big. "I'm starving here!"* *"And my spine is about to break," Ace hollered back, sounding pretty damn irate at this point as they reach the halfway mark after minutes of constant pushing and pulling; though it's pretty understandable why he feels that way, with Max on top of him he probably feels like the world is quite literally on his shoulders. "But you don't see me complaining, no sir-ree!"* *Well, you can make the argument that technically he is complaining right now, but now's not the time to focus on minor details as after what felt like an eternity, even though it was only ten minutes, Martin can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. "We are almost there guys," he cheered as three inched closer. "It's almost over!"* *With that being said, Martin immediately popped his head out and looked around to see the place. Calling it huge would be an understatement of the year, lights hanging from the ceiling brightens up the place enough to show an endless sea of stacked crates that ranged in height from 4o to 60 feet; kind of giving off the look of an indoor mountain range. An aroma of delicious foods and baked goods, crammed into an endless amounts of boxes and crates, practically engulfed the entire room, which made Martin drool just a little bit, and Max practically making a waterfall from his mouth. "Holey moly," Martin said as he was staring in awe at the place, slowly getting out and standing on his own two feet. "This place is huge!"* *The place was pretty high security on the inside two, many of the windows have bars on them so that no one can break in, and the doors are padlocked with a fingerprint scanner for extra security, though it's a little bit of a overkill in my opinion. Especially considering that one of the windows that has a vertical slide is not even locked at all. Then again this is right next to the main entrance doorway so it doesn't appear to be too out of place. Max poked his head out and once he took in the sight of it all, he immediately went all wide eyed. "I think I have died and gone to heaven," he said with giddy, as he madly tried to climb his way out of the shaft. It's amazing that food can motivate him into having a burst of speed, but sadly he also forgot that he had to be pushed and pulled by Martin and Ace simultaneously just to get this far, so all that he is doing is just madly trying to pull himself out and kicking into the air. "Oh come on! I'm hungry guys, and I can't be stuck in this thing forever!!"* *"I am pushing as fast as I can blubber bunny!" Ace snapped back, now he really looks like he is in a sauna, sweating like he ran a complete marathon. I can imagine he couldn't take it anymore, as he just gave a massive push into Max, making the poor rabbit pop out like a cork as he just landed belly first to the ground. Ace immediately climbed out to get out of the sauna the shaft had turned into thanks to Max trapping the warm air from outside, and boy did he look drenched; with his hair looking pretty soaked and his jean jacket shows some pit stains. "Next time Martin," he sighed. "You should be the last one to venture forth."* *Martin snickered a little at that comment as the three took in the immensity of the sight; Max awed, slowly walking forward towards a stack of crates that have the overwhelming scent of cabbages. "I think I'm heaven guys," Max smiled widely, grabbing a crowbar that was on top of it and pried it open, exposing the cabbages that don't even look a day old!. "Now I definitely know I am in heaven!" And with that he grabbed a cabbage and chomped on it, showing a blissful expression as he munched and munched on the sweet leafy treat till it was no longer there. "Come join in on the feast friends," he said in between chews of his second cabbage, "there's plenty to go around!"* *Martin smiled as he joined in as well, going towards another crate and using the same crowbar Max handed him to pry it open; this crate contained colorful semi-flat boxes that has a clear plastic cover over a cut out circular middle which shows gentle golden dough with elegantly made holes that reveals a gooey colorful center. Even to the untrained eye one can tell that that the one closest to him must be blueberry; he looks at the other boxes and sees the different array of flavors; strawberry, cherry, pumpkin, banana cream, all the staple pie flavors are packed into this crate. He grabbed one of the boxes and opened it, taking in a huge whiff of the pumpkin pie. "Your right Max," he said as he gobbled down on the pie like a ravenous wolf, mewing in bliss as he finished and patted his slightly expanded gut. "This is heaven!" He then noticed that Ace hasn't joined in on the feast of a lifetime, "What are you waiting for," he exclaimed at the cheetah with a heartfelt grin, "an invitation?!"* *It would appear as though Ace is a tad more hesitant to join in on the feast of a lifetime then Martin or Max; could it be that he's just not hungry? Or is it more likely he doesn't want to end up a blimp like Max? "Oh no thanks guys," he said, "I am quite stuffed still from the meal back at Max's home." The two buddies just simply looked at each other, each sporting a sort of mischievous grin; almost as if they have both come up with the same devious plan. They walked towards Ace, they're guts making such sloshing sounds and grabbed both of his arms, lifting him off the ground and carrying him to the crates. "Hey," he hollered, clearly he was aware of what the two have in their minds, and was certainly not a happy camper as he struggled to break free of their grasps. "I don't want to be giant butterballs like you two!"* *"Aw come on Ace," Max giggled bashfully. "There is nothing wrong with having a lot of chub on yourself, makes you a giant plushy!"* *"There is if I don't want to be a ball," Ace huffs as he struggles more, really not wanting to be a fat-ass like his two new friends. Martin spotted a large pile of cardboard boxes that were full of cakes of varying flavors; which he can tell thanks to his smell instinct, to which he looked at Max with a grin and the rabbit nodding back with a grin as well.* *"One. Two." The two said together as the swung Ace back and forth like they were playing airplane, obviously a jumbo jet. "Three!" And with that they let go of Ace, sending him flying into the cardboard box pile; thankfully with the added cushioning effect of the cakes, he wasn't hurt, but boy was he messy. Covered in icing of different colors, sprinkles, and cake pieces of varying flavors, you can pretty much guess that Ace was not amused as he took a bite out of a broken cake slice that was sitting on his lap, adding a bit more to his tummy now. "Now come on Ace," Max pouted a bit, "I know there is a glutton in you, we just got to find it with a good stuffing!"* *"I am fine with not being a glutton thank you very much," Ace said sarcastically with a smirk. Though from the looks of it, he really seems unable to stop munching, Max and Martin clearly see it and just shrugged with a chuckle and give up as they go back to the rest of the food and munches away. All three were just busy munching and munching on any delicious food they can see; Max finishing three boxes of carrots and now moving on to some carrot cake, Martin gorging on some chocolate donuts, and Ace slowly chewing the cake. Obviously these three will certainly get bigger in no time at all.* \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \~\~\~\*25 minutes later\*\~\~\~ \_ \_ \_ *As one can expect in that amount of time, the trio had put on quite a lot of fat; though at varying degrees. Ace as one would expect had put on the least amount of weight because he still knows his limits.... Well, sometimes; in this case though it looks like he has managed to put on 40lbs, while his face didn't puff out much it was very clear he puffed out like a blowfish; his gut has certainly gotten bigger with the emphasis on big, with his shirt sort of riding up and having a slightly hard time covering it, his pants looking a tad snug covering his meaty legs, and his arms are more sausage-like. Martin meanwhile has managed to put on 60lbs, clearly he is more in tune with his inner gluttony then Ace is, sitting down next to a large pile of empty containers, and judging from the smell, one could guess that they were once filled with delicious lasagna and casserole. His shirt is riding up his chest and the seams of his shorts looked very strained, but he was very content with himself as he murred peacefully to himself and rubbing his swollen tummy. But of course we couldn't forget about Max, managing to put on the most weight in the binge if that was even possible at this point; about 85lbs of pure rabbit goodness. It was actually a miracle that he's not a ball of blubber at this point, as he's just barely able to stand on his two feet, huffing and holding on to his giant tummy with his shirt almost looking like it was meant for a toddler. The rabbit slowly waddled around to a corner of the warehouse where there was more boxes that contained some carrot cakes and cabbage rolls. "My goodness," he huffed slowly to himself. "If I try to eat anymore I think I might end up popping up like a balloon!"* *"Not to point out the obvious Max," Ace snickered as he looked at the giant rabbit, "but I think you've popped quite a long time ago, well at least your clothing has anyway." Indeed, it was a stroke of luck that Max didn't zip up his vest, because if he did it would have completely been shredded to pieces by now.* *Max of course blushed into a cherry on top of a chocolate sundae at that comment, still waddling towards the boxes as he can smell the aroma of cabbage and carrots hanging delicately in the air, "Come to papa," he grinned, and sat down on the floor. The action caused quite a bit of rumbling in that section of the warehouse, which was bad because the rumbling caused a drum that was resting on one of the storage racks to tip over and come crashing down onto the ground. Now on its own, this wouldn't be such big issue since the trio made just as loud noises and managed to alert none of the guards that there were intruders on the premises, but the drum just kept rolling and it crashed into a pyramid style stack of boxes that are full of canned foods like soup, beans, vegetables, you name it. The force of the impact was more than sufficient enough to make the pyramid come tumbling down in such spectacular fashion; while some cans were able to escape the fall of death with only a dent, many others just simply cracked and in some cases outright exploded as if the inside was an aircraft cabin under pressurization, either way one slices it the end result is one huge mess and ear shattering noise that would even make the 21-Gun salute envious. "Uh-oh," he gulped at the realization, "I think we may need to get out of here quickly guys."* *Almost in quick timing, alarm bells rang across the area; seems that the noise caused by the spectacle was sufficient enough to have been heard in the next town over, let alone outside the warehouse. -Attention All Personnel- the monotonic voice rang throughout the premises, -we have intruders in Storage Building #52; I repeat, we have intruders in Storage Building #52.- Martin, alarmed by the... Alarm, quickly rose up to his feet, his gut wobbling and sloshing without a care in the world. "Your darn tooting we need to Max!" With Ace following right behind him, the two immediately went towards the rabbit, figuring that they may need to help him with his mobility since they need to get out of this place before they really get into the fire. They both grabbed onto Max's paws and with great heaving, the rabbit manages to get onto his feet, if only barely. Of course, there's a really big problem as the three waddled they're way back to the escape route: There is no way in heck that any of them, not even Ace can fit down that manhole as they looked down there in complete defeat; they will have to look for another method of escaping.* *"Wait a minute!" Ace exclaimed with excitement, a bulb went off in his head. "I remember seeing an open window on the other side of the storage building; we can use that to escape!"* *"How in the world did we not notice that," Martin yelled in utter surprise, the three were wobbling as fast as they can towards the window, which for two of them is really difficult due to their over indulgence.* *"Less time questioning, more time escaping!" Ace huffed as finally the trio reached the open window; surprisingly the windows in this warehouse are pretty average, like this window all the windows on the ground floor are basically vertical sliding windows with two panels. Both of which are three feet tall and one and a half feet wide, as basically while horizontally it's not a whole lot of space, the window as a whole was a pretty big; which is direly needed for these three butterballs. Though now a new problem emerges; who will attempt to escape first? "Uh-oh, looks like we may have to play some Rock Paper Scissors to decide, guys."* *Considering the short amount of time they got, Max and Martin nod their heads and the three immediately started to pound their left fist on their right palm. "Rock, Paper, Scissors!" They made their left fist into their desired item, and the result? While Max and Ace hold out scissors, Martin hold out rock; Martin wins this round of the time old game, but they only have time for one round. "Get ready to push me out guys," the rotund weasel said as he climbed into the window to try and squeeze himself through. He managed to get up to his chest till, predictably, his large gut squished against the open frame, wedging him completely. Martin struggled for a few moments, hoping to see if he can get himself unstuck; of course he would have about as much luck to hope the alarm would shut off.* \_Seeing the obvious; both Ace and Max pressed their paws on Martin as they start to push and shove into him, using a lot of their upper body strength to get him free. It was really not easy; but slowly but surely, he started to squeeze through bit by bit, but while they continued pushing and Martin trying to pull himself out, the hefty cheetah started to hear cracks and groans. He couldn't tell where it was coming since there was many other sounds occurring, like the alarm, the effort Max and Ace were putting, and Martin's struggling, so he ignored it and focused on the task at hand. Of course what Ace didn't realize was that the sounds were coming from the window itself; considering that the walls are entirely made out of bricks, it's not hard to imagine that they are not meant to endure being compressed by blubber balls, it's a miracle that they are still holding strong so either Martin is not that heavy, or the builders were complete masters. \_ \_ In any case, after a minute or so of effort; Martin finally manages to pop out to the other side. "You guys did it!" He said ecstatically, though careful not to get too over-excited since if he stepped too far off he would be rolling down the hill. "Alright, Ace your-." Before he can finish though, Max just simply barged himself through, thinking that his size would break the wall down.... It doesn't; despite it dealing with a mass greater than Martin, the wall is still holding strong, and now he's essentially trapped. "Dang it Max," Martin exclaimed as he grabbed both of Maxes paws and begins to tug really hard. "I said it was Ace's turn!"\_ \_ "I'm \*oof\* sorry," the giant rabbit said with his ears lowered. "I panicked, and I thought I would be able to break the wall down!" Of course, it didn't work, and now that Max has basically plugged the window with his girth, trying to push him back in is now simply impossible. Ace meanwhile, seeing a great wall of Max in front of him, knows that there is simply no way that the rabbit can squeeze through the window, but he couldn't leave his friend behind, so he decided to put twice the strength and effort into it, shoving into Max's enlarged tummy to try and get him through. "\*oof\* Careful Ace, you're making the window break and get its splinters into my tummy!"\_ \_ It was then that Martin got an idea; perhaps Max's idea could work, only instead of trying to tear the wall down with brute force, maybe they can wear it down by constantly pulling and pushing Max; therefore weakening the structural integrity of the window and getting the rabbit free. Of course they would have to do it quickly before security comes. "I got an idea Ace," Martin yelled. "Push like you have never pushed before while I use all my strength in pulling!"\_ \_ Unfortunately, fat is great sound absorption; all that Ace can hear from Martin is just muffling. He had no idea what he said, so he ignored it and continued pushing into Max with a lot of strength. With the combined efforts of the two; the wall starts to make ever louder moans and groans, the window starting to crack under the pressure, and looking like the thing is being pushed outward. "The whole thing is starting collapse guys, you better brace yourselves!" Ace shouted.\_ \_ Indeed the whole wall looked like it would collapse at any moment; but it needs one massive final effort to make the thing topple like dominos. On the exact same time though, Martin and Ace both gave a massive heaves and grunts, using all of their strength in their task to get the bunny out. With that, the wall surrounding the window basically collapses, turning into basically a large hole; and having Max come barreling out towards Martin. Of course though, the pure giddiness on Martin's face is erased when he and the gang just realized; this side of the building is actually facing the slope of the hill it is situated on.\_ \_ "Oh snaaaap," the three yelled like they were in suspension animation as they fall down the slope and start to roll. Ace was basically tumbleweed, bouncing up and down as physics would see fit; unfortunately for Max and Martin, their shape basically turned them into living boulders so they basically roll down the hill and only picking up speed. Ramming down the hill, being unable to stop themselves the two hit a bump near the bottom and just flew up twenty feet in the air. For a moment, they looked like balloons that some sad kid lost; but of course what goes up must come down. They just went straight down and made a long bang on impact, their guts sloshing into pure Jell-O.\_ \_ "On the bright side," Max grunted a bit, trying to get up but only managing to roll onto his side, "at least we managed to escape." He giggled bashfully, folding his ears back. Martin meanwhile struggled to get onto his feet, but thanks to being less of a butterball he was able to get onto his feet; barely anyway. Max looked around from his position, it seems that something is amiss to him. "Hey Martin, where is Ace?"\_ \_ Speaking of whom, the cheetah finally comes crashing into them, smacking head first into the bunny wall which likely helped prevent an injury of smacking into something hard. Then again; his tumbling did look pretty painful, and as it is a bit obvious he does have some scrapes and his clothes look torn, but thankfully the injuries the three sustained can be patched up with bandages. "Okay," Ace grunted as he rested next to Max and Martin. "If I am going to hang out with you guys in the future, how about we make sure to avoid any places that have bank status security, and bring a tub of butter in the event that one of you two would get stuck."\_ \_ "You make it sound like it happens to us all the time!" The bunny smirked at Ace big and grabbed Ace with surprising speed, giving him a noogie while making jolly laughter. "Give us more credit that; at least we tried to have a grand feast; you barely look like you've even started!"\_ \_ Ace and Martin joined in on the laughter, with the weasel helping Max punish Ace for not letting out his inner glutton by ticking him relentlessly. The cheetah laughed even harder now; kicking and flailing while tears roll down his face. "Sue me for the fact that I like to run!"\_ \_ "At least we got you pudgy," Martin giggled a bit. But then he remembered something, he brought his polaroid camera with him, and amazingly it was still strapped on him and only covered in dirt from the roll, talk about luck. He took the camera off him and looked at Max with a grin, showing him the camera; Max snickered and nodded as if he knows what he's thinking. "Now hold still Ace, its picture time!"\_ \_ Max and Martin immediately leaned their heads close to Ace's face in order to bundle themselves together for the group shot; of course with the varying sizes of the trio it was a bit of a miracle they managed to get that close together. Martin then hold the camera out in front of the three; the two shouting cheese while Ace was still laughing, they thought it would be more memorable to get the picture before the cheetah could catch his breath. And with a click of the camera, it made an instantaneous flash, and a lasting friendship was born, with no doubt Max and Martin would be bringing their new friend along for future adventures.\_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ *THE END*

Title: Herz im Kerker by Nathaniel King Tags: Dog, Emotional, German Language, German Shepherd Eine alte Tür, von der bereits der Lack und das Holz absplitterten, wurde mit leisem Knarzen der Scharniere geöffnet. Vor ihr ging eine schmale Treppe aus grauem Beton in das Dunkel eines Kellers hinab. Vor ihr stand ein Schäferhund, der mit einer Kralle den Lichtschalter umlegte. Ein Klicken verbreitete orange-weißes Licht auf dem ebenfalls grauen Betonboden der Treppe und strahlte zum Schäferhund hinauf. Er trug eine weite Jogginghose und ein T-Shirt, beides in eintönigem Schwarz. Hinter seiner Brille ruhten müde Augen, die freudlos zu den Stufen sahen. Sein Fell war ungewaschen. Manche Stellen glänzten fettig. Nach einem Moment stieg er nahezu lautlos die Treppe hinab. Unten angekommen zog er einen Schlüsselbund aus der Hose, warf ihn in die Luft und schnappte ihn geräuschvoll. Darauf fummelte er schnell mit Zeigefinger und Daumen über die Kanten der Schlüssel, um fast sofort den gesuchten Schlüssel zu packen und die anderen aus seiner Hand fallen zu lassen, sodass sie klimpernd in der Luft baumelten. Der Schäferhund stand jetzt vor einer einfachen, aus Brettern zusammen genagelten Tür. Steine, zwischen denen uralter Mörtel aus den Fugen gerieselt war, umrahmten sie. An ihr hing ein ebenfalls schlichtes Schloss. Er öffnete es, zog es mit der Linken aus der se und stopfte den Schlüsselbund mit der Rechten zurück in seine Hose. Sein Blick zu Boden gewandt schob er mit einer Hinterpfote die Tür auf, trat ein, schob sie mit der anderen wieder zu, drehte sich um und schob einen Riegel vor, der von Außen nicht erreicht werden konnte. Mit ebenso mechanischen Bewegungen hängte er das Schloss an einen Nagel in der Wand und betätigte einen weiteren Lichtschalter. Vor der Tür stehend schloss er mit einem Seufzen die Augen und neigte seinen Kopf nach vorn, als würde er seine Stirn an sie lehnen. Ohne den Kopf zu heben wand er sich dem Rauminneren zu. Er öffnete die Augen und blickte über den Rand seiner Brille, als wäre er ein Welpe der gerade eine Standpauke seiner Eltern erwartete. Doch in diesem Keller war außer ihm niemand. Von der Decke baumelte eine eingestaubte Glühbirne an einem Kabel, das von zahlreichen Spinnweben und den Leichen der Weber ummantelt war. Der Raum war niedrig und schmal. Der Schäferhund musste leicht geduckt stehen, um nicht mit den Spitzen seiner Ohren den Dreck von der Decke zu holen. Entlang der linken Wand stand ein langer, breiter Schreibtisch, der über und über mit Büchern, Papier und Schreibgeräten aller Art beladen war. Es lagen Pinsel und Farben durcheinander, Notizen und Skizzen bis hin zu ganzen Bildern und langen Gedichten. An der hinteren Wand, unter einem scheinbar seit seines Einbaus nicht geöffneten Kellerfensters, ging der Schreibtisch in eine verschmierte Arbeitsplatte über. Sie war wesentlich schmaler, dafür zugestellt mit kleinen Figuren aus Plastik und Zinn. Hier gab es ganze Farbtöpfe, Sprühdosen (die besser an einem gut durchlüfteten Ort genutzt werden wollten), Modellier-Masse, Messer, Scheren, Zangen, Drähte und Kleber jeder Art. Sogar kleine Burgen und Landschaften fanden sich dort, zum Teil noch unbemalt oder im Umbau. Über allem lag eine dicke Staubschicht, die man schon von der Tür aus erkennen konnte. Und zur Rechten wollte er gar nicht erst hinsehen. Statt eines Tisches oder Regals türmten sich Stricke und Lederriemen. Stangen mit Handfesseln, lange Ketten. Leder, zu Harnisch, Halsbändern und Leinen verarbeitet, manches mit Ringen verziert oder mit Nieten und Stacheln beschlagen. Dazu gesellten sich kleine und große Konstruktionen, an die man einen Körper in scheinbar unzähligen Positionen binden konnte. In Kisten lagerten glänzende schwarze Objekte von verschiedener Form, manche dünn wie ein Finger, andere dick wie ein Arm. Ihre einzigen Gemeinsamkeiten waren scheinbar die Länglichkeit und das Material. Wer es nicht kannte mochte diesen Teil des Raumes für das Lager eines Folterers halten. Der Schäferhund sah gar nicht hin. Allein das Wissen um diese Seite quälte ihn. Mit den Händen vergrub er sein Gesicht, während er langsam zu Boden sank. In der Hocke seufzte er noch einmal schwer. Dann erhob er den Blick und betrachtete alles. Das waren seine Werke. Seine Arbeit, seine Sehnsucht, sein Verlangen. Und mochte einem auch ein Teil dieses Raumes sich vollkommen von den anderen unterscheiden, für ihn war es gleich, ein und das Selbe. In seiner Jugend war er experimentierfreudig. Er hatte, von Neugierde getrieben, alles probieren wollen, das er finden konnte. Doch diese Dinge waren geblieben. Er liebte sie, jedes auf seine Weise. Aber er hatte vor langer Zeit all sein Vertrauen in sich verloren, in sein Können und in seine Gefühle. Zuerst konnte er seine Fehler nicht mehr von seinen Erfolgen unterscheiden. War der Reim großartig und neu oder konstruierter Unsinn? Dann konnte er seine Werke nicht beenden, Miniaturkrieger blieben ohne Waffen und Pinsel vertrockneten im Farbtopf. Seine unfertige Arbeit verfolgte ihn so sehr wie seine unerhörten Verlange. Jeder Idee und jedem Neuanfang stellten sie sich in den Weg und schrien: „Was ist mit uns? Uns hast du angefangen und nicht beendet! Wie willst du irgendwas jemals beenden?" Er wusste es doch. Sie hatten eine Chance verdient. Ich kenne sie ja kaum, ich, ihr Schöpfer! Ich verweigere ihnen ihr Recht sie kennen zu lernen. Und mit diesem Wissen sperrte er alle in den Keller. Aber es half nichts. Durch die Wände und Stockwerke hörte er sie. Er wollte ein Leben ohne sie versuchen, so viele konnten glücklich sein, ohne die Scham ertragen zu müssen, die ihm diese Lasten geben konnte. Doch es gelang ihm nicht. Und die zum Vergessen Verdammten wussten das. Aus ihren Schreien nach Gerechtigkeit von ihrem Schöpfer wurde rachsüchtiger Spott und Hohn gegen ihn. Er wollte es ignorieren. Doch etwas, dass dem so tiefem Kern eines Herzens entsprungen war, fand viel zu leicht den Weg dahin zurück. Jetzt hatte er sich für viele Jahre von ihnen quälen lassen. Sie hatten die Macht ihm jede Freude zu nehmen. Er selbst hat sie ihnen gegeben. Wie Riesen bäumten sich die Figürchen über das winselnde Häufchen Elend, das vor der Kellertür zusammen gesunken war. Lettern schälten sich vom Papier um in einem Reigen um ihn zu tanzen und ihn auszulachen. Dicke Lederriemen, die ihm einmal das Gefühl von Sicherheit gegeben hatten, legten sich nun um Hals und Glieder, schnürten ihm die Adern zu und verwehrten ihm die Luft zum atmen. Sie hatten ihn einfach nicht gehen lassen. Trotz ihres Spotts hatte er sie irgendwie vermisst. Und jetzt war er gekommen um sich seiner gerechten Strafe zu stellen. Je länger er weinte, desto weniger bedrohten und quälten ihn seine Gefangenen. Und je mehr er ihn zu ließ, desto schwächer wurde der Schmerz. Irgendwann hob der Schäferhund den Kopf. Das Fell auf seinem Gesicht war von Rotz und Tränen durchtränkt, die Brille völlig verschmiert. Stunden mochten vergangen sein. Er spürte, wie die Kälte des Betonbodens ihm bis in die Knochen gewandert war. Seine Gefangenen waren weniger bedrohlich geworden. Ihr Spott war Vergangenheit. Erst jetzt wurde ihm klar, wie fremd ihm sein Eigen wirklich geworden war. Doch sie sahen nun freundlich zu ihm und er spürte, dass sie sich mit ihm versöhnen wollten. Es würde Zeit brauchen, das wusste er. Aber eines Tages würde er alles in diesem Raum als das seine anerkennen. Und dann würde er erkennen, dass es nichts an ihnen gab, wofür er sich je hätte schämen brauchen. Er würde stolz darauf sein. Das versprach er sich und seinem Herzen.

Title: Leo and Tigress Introduction by Gez Tags: Love Leo hid in the bushes near the stone wall. He was playing with his best friend Tigress. Although they were of different lands and of different ancestors they were one. Tigress opened the bushes and popped her head in to see him. "Found cha!" she called loudly. Leo pounced on her knocking her down onto her back. "But I pinned cha." he teased. She pushed him off, and laid down on her side. Leo laid down by her. "What cha doing?" "Thinking." She replied. Her tail moving back and forth on the ground. "Oh...about what?" He asked. "Has your dad been talking about us? Like in a bad way?" She asked. Leo looked down at his paws. Tigress's were much bigger than his. She was orange and he was gold. "Yeah...He seems to get worst every time he does...Why?" He answered. "Because my dad is to...I wasn't supposed to tell you that." She said. Tigress's father stormed about the house. "TIGRESS!" He screamed. She looked up at Leo. "I need to go. You should probably go to." "Yeah." He said getting up. "See yea later?" He asked sadly. "Maybe." Is all she could answer before going in.

Title: French Leave Ch. 01 Tags: gay initiation, lesbian voyeurs, bi-sexual holiday The girls had gone into town to do some shopping leaving me and Bob to kill a few hours by the pool. We had only been on holiday for two days and although I'd never met him before this trip, we got on really well. Both our girls had known each other for years but Bob was the new man in Suzie's life and he seemed to have a lot in common with Kim and myself. I'm Chris, incidentally and there's nothing very special about me. Average build, average looks, average cock ... in fact pretty average all round. The only unusual thing about me I suppose is that I am blonde. We had hired a secluded luxurious farmhouse hidden deep in the French countryside to chill out for a month after Suzie, Kim and I finished University and Bob had been invited along to make up the foursome. There wasn't much to do except eat, drink, relax in the pool .....and have sex. The morning passed quietly sun-bathing, reading and cooling off in the pool. At one stage I was lying face-down soaking up the rays when Bob pulled himself out of the water and sat down on one of the poolside mattresses next to mine to dry himself. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze. Bliss! We were both chatting about the girls when Bob suddenly changed the topic. "Why are we bothering with swimming costumes in a place like this?" he asked. "We're miles from anywhere. There's nobody around and, I don't know about you, but I fancy getting an all-over tan." Now I may have been around a bit but I have never felt any great desire to get an all over tan and even less desire to lay naked next to another guy. I must have had a shocked look on my face as he went on, "What's wrong with that?" he asked, almost hurt that I wasn't enthusiastic. He said that, like me, he had never fancied the idea of going naked in company but had once been persuaded to go on a naturist holiday and that had completely changed his attitude. "Believe me it feels great to be in the outdoors and totally naked. You haven't lived until you've felt the breeze blowing round your bits?" he joked. I turned round to give him a quizzical look, which for some reason turned into a smile. "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," he said. "Mind if I take these things off anyway?" and without waiting for an answer he stood up and pulled his swimming shorts down to his ankles, kicking them away to the poolside. I was still staring at him almost in disbelief and my eyes were automatically drawn to his cock, which was another good reason for not dropping my shorts. I wasn't keen for him to make comparisons and his cock seemed much longer than mine, or perhaps he was just getting excited by all this! He sat down on the mattress again and started rubbing on some sun cream, working it gently onto his hairless chest and caressing himself as he did so. I wanted to turn away but couldn't stop myself watching as he gently smoothed the cream onto his body, up and down his arms and legs and thighs. He was making such a performance of it that I couldn't help thinking he was deliberately doing this for my benefit. I couldn't turn away now as, for some strange reason, I was fascinated to know if he'd use the cream on that cock and I guess he knew exactly what I was thinking as he caught my eye and smiled wickedly. He poured another gob of cream onto the shaved area where his pubes once were. He must spend hours shaving every single hair away from his tackle. I knew that both the girls had shaven pussies which made me the only one of the four with every pubic hair intact. I made a mental note to do something about that later! Very slowly Bob started massaging all around his cock and balls, using his other hand to stroke his shaft and caress his balls. It seemed to go on for ages and I could see that his cock was responding to the treatment. Much to my surprise, so was mine! He caught my eye as he continued the gentle caress and he smiled, knowingly. "Enjoying the show?" he asked. Once again I said nothing but smiled nervously back at him and turned away. 'Hey, you need some of this cream on your back or you'll roast," and, without waiting for a response he came to sit on my mattress and started to run cream into my shoulders and neck. "Wait a min......" I started but somehow couldn't come out with the words. I, a fully qualified heterosexual, should have pushed him away but something inside me wanted him to carry on. "What were you going to say?" "Oh, er, .....nothing," I said, and he continued to rub the cream into the upper part of my back. But this wasn't a simple slapping on of sun cream. This was a massage, and a very sensual one at that. Kim had given me massages before but, hell, this guy was better! My arms were by my side and my hand was just touching the coolness of his naked buttock. I was trying desperately not to move it or give him any indication of just how much I was enjoying this new experience. I can't deny that I've imagined being with another guy. Kim and I had even talked about the possibility of a threesome, but I guess I'd always been a bit too scared to follow-up the idea. Having worked his hands half way down my back he picked up my right arm and started massaging more cream into that from the top down pressing every muscle until he ended up working on each of my fingers in turn. And when he was finished he replaced my arm so that my hand was now resting on the very top of his leg, inches away from his cock. As I was wondering what the hell to do next with my hand, he went back to working on my back gradually getting lower and lower until he reached the top of my swimming shorts. Slowly he worked his fingers under the top few inches of the trunks and, as he did so, I could feel he was forcing the top of the trunks lower and lower onto my arse. God, I was enjoying this. Bob got up now to move round to my other side and, as he sat down he pulled my trunks down so the elastic top was just under my arse, exposing my buttocks to the air. And still I didn't object! Now he began working on my left arm and when he'd finished with that he replaced it so that my hand was that much nearer his cock. There was nothing accidental about that. I only had to twitch a finger to touch it. He began working on my newly exposed arse, every now and again gently pushing my buttocks apart and running his hands down the crack, and I could feel the cool air on my hole. My whole body tingled and my hand suddenly seemed to develop a mind of its own as it shifted to lay on top of his cock, with my fingers gently feeling it's length. What was I doing here?! When he ran a finger round the rim of bumhole I couldn't stop myself grabbing his cock more firmly. And when his finger began probing its way into my hole I knew I was hooked. I was almost wanking another man! "Hell Bob. What are you doing? What am I doing?" "Well I guess you're enjoying yourself," he said. "Time now to get rid of these things altogether.' He pulled my swimming shorts down and over my ankles and threw them into the pool. I thought that if anyone turned up now there would be no way of covering myself up in a hurry but, by this stage, I had abandoned myself to whatever was going to happen next and didn't care who saw. Now Bob shifted his position so that he was almost lying next to me leaning back on one elbow and with his other hand massaging the cheeks of my bum, up and down the crack and round almost as far as my balls. Unconsciously I lifted myself up a little to allow him closer and at the same time I put my hand around his balls, marvelling at their smooth feel and amazing myself with how much I was enjoying this. "Turn on your side. I want to see what's hidden under there" he said. I didn't need asking twice, and my cock was itching to be free. I turned my body towards him and he moved himself further down the mattress so that his face was only inches from my now fully erect pole. "Now that looks tasty,' said Bob making it pretty clear what was going to happen next and causing a few small drops of pre-cum to appear at the head. Bob stuck his tongue out and slowly ... oh so slowly ... moved towards my throbbing cock. Very delicately he started licking all around the head stopping only to relish the taste of my pre-cum. I was staring down at him as if I had been transformed to a different planet. This couldn't be happening to me. He gently wrapped his lips around the tip, and used his tongue to probe my pee hole. The sensation was almost unbearable and I felt my balls and thighs quivering. He gradually moved his head down the shaft licking, sucking and even nibbling with his teeth. Bob's cock was now almost touching my lips and I found myself tentatively giving him the same treatment. I licked around it's head and intuitively rubbed my tongue back and forth on the sensitive skin below his pee-hole. I don't know what I was expecting but I don't think I was ready for the discovery that cock tastes so good. I should have gone further but just had to pull away to see how he was working on my manhood as he increased the intensity of his sucking. Maybe it was selfish of me but I abandoned myself to enjoy this new pleasure with little thought what I could do for him in return. I wanted this sensation to last forever but at this rate I wasn't going to hold back much longer and the best was yet to cum! So engrossed were we that we were totally unaware that we were not alone! Suzie and Kim had decided it was too hot for shopping and, having bought a pair of skimpy bikinis each, had come back early. They had gone straight up to Suzie's room to change into their new bikinis and both stripped to the buff. The room overlooked the pool and Suzie had gone to the balcony while putting on her bikini bottom. It must have been quite early in Bob and my sex adventure but what she saw, stopped her in her tracks and she told me later she had to restrain herself squealing with amazement. She whispered to Kim to join her quickly. Kim, not yet in her bikini and also naked, came up behind Suzie and looked over her shoulder, her bare breasts brushing Suzie's back. She, too, had to stop herself shouting aloud and instead it was she who hurriedly whispered to Suzie to get the camcorder. Giggling to herself she grabbed the camera on its tripod and crept onto the balcony to set it up, focussing carefully on the action happening below. Then she crept back into the shadows to watch the show with Kim once again watching over her shoulder. "This is one hell of a turn on," whispered Kim. "Who'd have thought that Bob bent both ways?" Suzie laughed. As things hotted up by the pool Kim put her arms around Suzie with a hand on each breast, and she moved in closer so that her shaved mound was rubbing up against Suzie's bare arse. While Bob and I were engrossed in sex down below, it turns out that the girls were determined not to be left out of the fun! Suzie put an arm behind her and, almost without thinking, began rubbing around Kim's sex, and Kim responded by dropping a hand onto Suzie's shaved mound, gently rubbing her palm around Suzie's clit and giving it a gentle pull between two fingers. Suzie spread Kim's labia apart and slowly inserted a finger into the hole which was now dripping with desire. These girls were no strangers to each other's bodies and knew exactly what they both wanted. Suddenly Suzie broke off and turned round to give Kim a long, lingering kiss full on the mouth, their tongues flicking together as their sexes rubbed together, clit-to-clit. Suzie moved her lips to Kim's neck nibbling and teasing her ear-lobe, then moved down to her breasts rolling her tongue round each nipple, gripping and pulling them with her lips. Kim's growing feeling of excitement was apparently made even greater by being able to see what we were up to at the poolside while Suzie was playing so deliciously with her body. Suzie dropped to the floor, kneeling with her face close to Kim's shaven mound and her hands went round Kim's waist to fondle her bum cheeks, running fingers up and down her crack and toying with her bum-hole. Suzie blew a soft breath on to those labia lips and leant forward to tease her clitoris with her tongue. Kim was close to exploding with passion and desperately wanted to moan out loud but stopped herself, knowing that they didn't want to betray their presence to the two of us by the pool. Seconds later, she came, gushing love juice onto Suzie's face, her whole body shuddered and she sighed as loud as she dare. "Ye-e-e-es," said Suzie, licking the juices from her lips. "I'm cumming Bob, I'm cumming......." I groaned but he didn't pull off my throbbing cock. Instead he seemed to bury his head even deeper so that I could feel the back of his throat as the first spurt of cum shot out . I thought he would gag but he just sucked and sucked with ever-increasing intensity at the same time as his hand gripped tighter on my balls. It's as if he was milking them dry and I have never experienced such an intense feeling. When he pulled his head slowly up the length of my shaft, using his tongue to lick, tickle and stroke it, the sensitive feeling was almost too much to bear. I let out an enormous groan and lay back with my eyes closed. Upstairs Kim dropped to her knees to kiss Suzie and whisper in her ear "Now it's your turn my darling," "Uh, uh. Let's continue this outside. I think its time we joined the boys," said Suzie.

Title: A Different World Chapter Two: A Reason for Being by Cimmaron Tags: Cock, Cock Vore, Cum, Cum Inflation, Deer, Horse, Hyper, M/M, Macro, Spooge, Transformation, Wolf, vore A Different World Chapter Two: A Reason for Being By: Cimmaron Spirit \*WARNING: This story is smut. Plain and simple. And with a lot of kinks and fetishes that you may or may not like, such as transformation, hyper, stretching, excessive cum, etc., etc. If you don't like it, then read something else. This story contains little, if no, plot or character development, and is designed to be the basis for an entire universe of smut stories. Thank you! \* \<\> \<\> \<\> Rick grunted as he drove his massive piece of horseflesh, rock hard at twenty inches, and as wide as his muscular forearm, deeper into the black furred wolf anthro. Despite having done this multiple times by now, Geuafide's ass was still tight, clamping around his cock like a vice, only lubed by the disproportionate amount of preseminal fluid that the horse's heavy orbs produced. The wolf growled lowly as he was taken again and again, his stomach having been bloated out a ways by the sheer force of the horse seed. The aroma of the ocean air wafted through the wooden cabin on the edge of a beach, though that smell was enhanced by the musk, sweat and of sex that surrounded the two male furs mating with each other. The past few hours here in Azhilohk had been a dream come true for Rick: no worries, no concerns; just the continual pounding and slap of flesh against fur-covered-flesh, and the groans and cries of lust and passion, the feeling of warm, soft, smooth fur against his body and hands as he groped, the taste of the canine's mouth as they explored between sessions. With nary a warning, Rick whinnied out loud, spraying yet another bountiful load deep into the canine's bowels. After the orgasmic high drained the horse of his cum, Rick collapsed onto the back of the bloated canine that murred softly at the feeling of his body stretched out. "Alrighty, horsie boy," Geuafide grinned, craning his neck around to lick at the equines face. "I think seventeen times in a day is enough; don't you?" Rick moaned softly, before forcing himself up to pull the softening horse length from the canine's anal passage. "Yeah, I guess," he nickered, lying on the soft bed beside the wolf. His slick penis, covered in cum, was attended to by the canine, making Rick again groan softly, and started to buck his hips upwards into Geuafide's muzzle. "Easy there Seabiscuit!" the wolf said, pulling his maw off the already hardened cock. "You have to learn to control yourself, you know?" The stallion groaned, and then sighed, his tail whooshing lazily under him. "Alright... but later?" The wolf chuckled, before rustling the chestnut colored stallion's brown mane. "Well, you know you can try other things here as well," Geuafide whispered, using his claw to trace along the thick muscled chest and abs, making the stallion groan and nicker contently. "Anyway, there is one thing you have to do, as you are a "guest" here, and not born here like I was," the wolf continued, rubbing his paw along the chest of the stallion, before dragging it along his thick, bulky thighs. "And what is that?" groaned Rick, shivering as the sharp claw traced along his legs. "A series of tests throughout the land, which will culminate in a challenge before the Great Lord of Azhilohk himself, the ruler of this land," Geuafide explained. "You will learn much, including the different things that are done here, as you go. You will gain power, strength, and knowledge, which will help you in the final test." Rick looked over to the midnight dark canine with a look of puzzlement. "What if I don't?" Geuafide shrugged. "Then you will go back to your old life, but every memory here fresh in your mind, but no chance to return. Ever." The chestnut anthro horse looked away from the wolf, looking off to the distance, at the ocean that lapped at the shores. In the distance he could see other islands, but they were but green specks in the vast blueness, almost like the ocean could simply swallow them up if they want. Sure, his old human life had been alright, being big, strong and in tune with nature had allowed him to be. But still... what could be wrong with constant, daily fucking, even if he had to go on a quest like one of the hero's in a video game? "Well, when do I start then?" Rick asked, raising an eyebrow. Geuafide grinned, before pulling the equine into another kiss. "After round eighteen, buckshot," the wolf smirked, turning his ass toward the equine, raising his tail to show the tight pucker. Rick grinned, his cock already hard and leaking precum. Man, this was going to be fun. \<\> \<\> \<\> Rick shuffled on his hooves while he fastened the leather belt around his waist, and positioned the almost too small leather pouch in the front that cupped his genitals and held them close to his body. He licked his dry lips as he watched Geuafide handing over a large leather satchel, already heavy with food, small weapons and some gold coinage. The stallion took the bag, and slung it over his shoulder. Other than the bag and loincloth (which still left his tight, muscular ass open to the world), Rick had nothing else on him. He brushed at the pure white fur feathers on his arms nervously. Then again, whenever he went somewhere he never did before by himself, he always got this way. It was nothing new. Geuafide stepped forward, and leaned in to kiss the stallion lightly, which Rick returned. "Keep safe. The potions I gave you are only a small amount, but you can always get more. Be very careful, as many in this land have different ways of pleasure than a simple ass fuck. You will learn of them quickly, and possibly find yourself enjoying them," The wolf warned with a smirk, while Rick suddenly felt a bit queasy at the journey. However, he was ready, and he might as well get it over with. "Alright, so where is the first trial?" asked the chestnut stallion. The wolf pointed to the West. "Go in a straight line from here, and you cannot miss it." He gave a good whack to the stallion's exposed rear, making Rick jump and whiney in surprise. "You better hurry!" Geuafide chuckled. "It's getting late, and you might not want to be in the forest at night." Rick nodded, before at last clopping his way off to the forest, looking back to see the black wolf waving, already stroking his half-erect red canine cock. It almost made the horse turn around and get his ass drilled again, but he had more important things to do. He focused on the task ahead as Rick continued on his quest. The minutes turned into hours, the sun continued its journey across the blue sky. All this time the stallion, followed the path which lead due west. He hummed to himself absentmindedly as he continued into the forest, the light growing dimmer, blocked out by the tall trees that reminded him so much of the forest he lived next to as a human, and where he most likely would have still be in, had he not been dragged here. Something was rustling in the bushes, making the stallion stop humming. The noise stopped, but now his ears were busy listening to the area for something. Rick sniffed the air, but only the heady scent of the trees, grass and forest, as well as his own musk, was all he smelled. His hoof snapped a twig, making the horse pause again. The bushes to his left were still, but he thought he could see someone behind it. Rick reached into the bag for one of the daggers he was given and quietly crept up to the bush, before jumping behind it with a loud whiney, landing on the other side... ...to see nothing. It looked like something had been here recently, though, as the grass was packed down, but whatever it was, it was gone. The equine anthro sighed. His imagination must have been playing tricks on him. Rick chuckled a bit and looked up. "Looking for something, pony?" the tall, muscular stag asked, with a voice that seemed a couple octaves too low. The stallion looked up in awe at the stag, easily twelve feet tall, with muscles that put most body builders to shame. On his head was a pair of antlers that would crush any other ordinary deer, but seemed to almost be a nuance to the stag. As Rick continued to stare at the deer, pass the luxurious brown and white fur, stretching over the thick muscles, threatening to burst free at any moment, he was caught by the enormous sheathe that was positioned between the stags calves, with a sac that looked like it was holding melons instead of testes. The horse blushed at the sight, which the stag noticed. "You see something you like?" the stag smirked, taking a step closer to the horse, and then another till his genitals were in the horses face, which, considering the stag was twice as tall as the stallion, was not hard. Rick tried to say something, but the overpowering musk of the stag assaulted his senses, making his own member strain at the tight leather pouch it was tucked into, while his mind felt like it was flooded with the smell of sex and sweat. The tall deer grabbed hold and pushed the horses muzzle into his balls with his hand, the size of Rick's face. "Take it in, pony," he commanded in his deep voice, making the stallion shiver. "Taste it. Savor it." The horse meekly pushed his tongue out to meet the massive balls. The taste of the sweaty, musky fur made the stallion nicker, and soon Rick's tongue was lapping at the fur. The stag groaned, pushing the horse deeper into his furry ball sac. "Good pony. You're doing well." Spurred on by the giant deer, Rick used his hand to massage the nut sack, or as much as he could, while sniffing and licking. The two furs moaned, until Rick felt hot flesh starting to grow on his red. He glanced up to the see the stag's cock starting to emerge in a flaccid state, already easily dwarfing his own member. Rick continued licking the balls of the stag, who gasped in please, his knees already feeling week. Nobody had been able to do this to him before... or, not for a long time at least. The deer fell backwards with the feeling of pleasure rushing through him, taking the smaller stallion with him. The stag tried to keep him balance, but soon impacted the ground with a mighty crash, making the ground shake. Rick's muzzle at last free, he started to lick upwards, toward the stag's massive prick. His tongue lavished the cock, making the deer bellow in pleasure. Already pre-seed was cascading down the cock, soaking the stallion's muzzle, giving Rick a taste of what the stag had to offer. It was intoxicating; Rick needed more. His cock, large for a horse, but dwarfed by the deer's that he was playing with, pushed at the loincloth Rick wore. The stallion, without taking his mind off his play toy as big as he was, quickly used a hoofed hand to slip it off, allowing his already dripping cock out, adding yet more seed to the pool that was flooding the path through the forest. The equine's tongue at last reached the source of the fountain, easily slipping his tongue into the deer's cum slit, making the stag shout in ecstasy. Rick tried to get his mouth over the head of the deer's cock, but it was too big, and the ever increasing amount of pre-seed was pouring out of his mouth, though he was swallowing as fast as he could. The rich, hot and salty seed seemed too much like a drug... the stallion was now hopelessly addicted to it. And more he got. The tongue of the horse at last made the genitals of the deer explode, giving out wave after wave of cum, drenching the stallion from head to hoof. Another thick shot, and another and another washed over Rick, while he tried to drink as much as he could. The stag was withering on the ground, lost in the sheer pleasure of the moment. And the cum he received made the stallion whinny out loud, shooting his load over the stag, the first few shots of which splashed against the proud antlers, the next few shots landing on the muzzle and mouth, then the chest, of the stag, before petering out. The stag gasped for air, his orgasm over at last, though cum still dribbled out of the titanic cock. "You... you... are skilled with that tongue, traveler," the deer panted, using his own tongue to lick at the stallions cum on his anthropomorphic face once he caught his breath. "Th...Th...Thank you," Rick replied, tired, please and tense. "Um... what now?" The stag looked up to the horse, and smiled softly. "I am Jerackon, and I am the overseer of this forest. It grants me great powers, so long as I protect it." In that moment as he explained himself, the stag saw something in the stallion that the horse himself could not see, like a bright light, an aura emanating from the stallion. "I see you have great powers, but don't know how to use them. In this world, beyond a small rural village that you never leave, it can spell your doom." The stag sat up, his cock at last starting to soften. "However, I can teach you some of the things you should know, which will allow you to continue your journey with some hope of surviving Azhilohk." "Um... what do you mean?" Rick asked, lowering his defenses. The stag looked around, and saw a dead branch, about five feet long, and as wide as Rick's muscular arm. Jerackon grabbed it, but before Rick could think, the deer cock was erect again, drooling pre-cum. The stag smirked, before shoving the log into his urethra, making the gap open to accept it, and the deer groan. Rick gasped, surprised at the suddenness, and the apparent ease that the deer sounded himself. Although that display of a fetish that the stallion had only heard about till now startled him, what happened next confounded and freaked him out. The cock seemed to swallow the log, pulling the dead piece of wood deeper into the massive prick, making Jerackon shudder and arch his back. In moments, the hungry cock devoured the log, the imprint of the branch pressing itself along the cum tube, before at last disappearing into the massive right orb, before dissolving into nothingness. The stallion took a step back as the cock moved of its own will, aiming itself at Rick, looking for another meal. However, Jerackon willed the cock to stop, and it simply straightened up, almost like if nothing happened, and that the stag merely got horny again. "You see? That branch could have been you. I myself don't vore other living beings, but many others do not share this feeling, and will use a defenseless creature as a meal, be it for stomach, cock, anus or... other bodily parts." The stag grinned as he watched the nervous horse. "However, anyone can be trained to survive using their body, besides weapons and wit. The things you cannot train to do, potions and magic will allow you to, for limited periods of time." "This world is so fucked up," Rick moaned, almost wishing he could back to his old life now. But something still drew him in to Azhilohk, whether his mind was repulsed by it or not. "Why the hell did I come here?" "But, if you do well in this fucked up world, it will be yours for the taking, if you wish," Jerackon shrugged. "And, since you are a Guest here, you can leave... but why would you? Your one step from being nude, you can have all the sex and perversions you wish, and you are part animal. Why would you want to go back to... human?" Rick nodded, his loins stirring again from the thought of taking Geuafide again and again and again... "Alright," the stallion decided. "I would like to train with you, and learn all the secrets I can to fight my battles." Jerackon grinned, heaving his frame up onto his massive hooves, then looking up at the darkening sky. "Very well. Tomorrow, we shall start. For tonight, we eat, drink and enjoy each other's company, and entertain our erotic ideas! Let's go!" The stag lead the horse away from the spot they had met and played, deeper into the forest, toward Jerackon's home. But, at the site they left, a mysterious, dark shadow, darker than the falling night, appeared, growing to form the shape of a bipedal creature, cloaked in a hood. The creature reached a clawed hand to the large puddle of cum, taking only the tiniest taste from the pool, before touching the claw to his tongue to savor it. The creature grinned. It was not just the normal taste of a local's seed. No, it had a flavor that was exotic, foreign... A true opponent. A transformed human. With great, but yet unharnessed power. The best kind. And just as soon as the hooded shadow creature appeared to survey the area, it vanished, leaving the darkening forest to itself.

Title: Dr. Snip Ch. 07 Tags: time travel, romance Upon receiving the text from Alison asking for his help, Steve had jumped to the Orphanage in Thailand. Steve materialised behind the orphanage in a little used area. Alison knew his secret as apparently did a lot of the children, but he didn't want to make it too obvious to adults. Stories by children could be dismissed as fantasies, but if too many of Alison's staff began to talk about him, then it might bring danger to the Orphanage. He strode into the building looking for Alison, and found her in the main assembly hall counting her children. They were standing in neat lines, and she was calling off their names from a register. So as not to disturb her, he took a seat at the side of the hall and just observed. Eventually she finished the Roll call, and dismissed the children back to their classes. She motioned Steve to follow her into her private rooms. When he had closed the door, she dropped the papers and her pretence of calm, and flew into his arms sobbing. When she had calmed down enough to talk, she told him that a small group of the children were missing. As part of teaching them about life, the orphanage sent groups of children on walks. Some were in the nearby country, and some were in the town. It was to give them a broader viewpoint; she didn't want them to become institutionalised. It was during one of these trips, that a group of ten children and their teacher disappeared. 'Don't worry darling, this is almost routine for me, I will have them back with you soon,' he promised hugging her tightly. He took the details of the last time the children were seen, and after a lingering kiss vanished in front of her eyes. A few hours after her lover disappeared, she heard the sound of excited children. She ran out to see what was going on, and found herself surrounded by confused children. They were the missing ten with their teacher. They were gabbling to her about being in a museum where a scary robot had pushed them out the back door and locked them out. It had taken them all this time to walk back to the Orphanage. As usual Steve jumped back to the last time the children were seen. Using his new- found technique of phase shifting which made him nearly invisible, he followed behind the small group as it wandered around the town. The teacher led the kids into a large museum. Steve had to wait until another group of children exiting the museum cleared the steps, before he could follow. Although he was nearly invisible, trying to walk up steps against the flow of excited kids was not recommended. By the time Steve entered the museum, he just caught a glimpse of the group walking through a door into a room dedicated to Science. He walked to the door and peeked inside, the room was empty. He quietly walked into the room and looked about carefully. It was a small museum, and didn't have the funding to exhibit much in the way of modern scientific marvels. Steve was therefore puzzled; by the exhibit standing in the corner of the room. It looked like a robot but something about it was familiar. He stood perfectly still, becoming virtually invisible as he studied the strange exhibit. Suddenly it moved; bringing its hand up to the blank visor that served it as a face. Steve's heart almost stopped in fear, as his mind registered the chilling fact that he was in the presence of a British Storm Trooper. If Steve had been standing still before, he now froze solid, not moving not even breathing. What the fuck is going on here, he thought these things are of the 26th Century they shouldn't be here. The Storm Trooper checked its device again, and seemed as puzzled as a blank visor can be. 'Target has not arrived at given co-ordinates,' the machine-man said apparently to itself. 'The trap should have worked, he was recorded as following the children to the museum at that precise time and co-ordinate,' replied a disembodied voice. 'Stand down and RTB.' Steve stood very still as the Storm Trooper activated a device on its wrist and vanished. It had been a trap for him, the children were just bait. Steve sat down on a nearby chair; his legs had gone weak with fear at the sight of the Storm Trooper. One of those things had handed Angel her arse on a plate, with little or no effort on its part. He realised that had he not been Phase shifted the Trooper's detection systems would have located him, and he would have stood no chance of fighting it. They had known he would be here at this time and place, but couldn't detect him while he was out of sync with this timeline. He switched off the phase shifting aspect, of his modified QT device. After careful thought, he jumped back to the orphanage. He was just in time to see the missing children being shepherded into the building by a happy Alison. The children had been returned unharmed, when the plan to trap him had gone pear shaped. He decided to keep clear of Alison, until he figured out what the fuck was going on. He was about to jump back to his house, when he realised that it would probably be monitored. He needed to speak to his old friend Merlin, but somewhere where they wouldn't think of looking. Whatever he did from now on, he must not leave a trail that the future enemy could follow. Taking a chance he jumped back to the Jurassic, he appeared on Angel's sunning ledge high above a blue lake. He instantly triggered his phase shifting device and effectively vanished from the radar, or whatever the 26th Century version of it was called. He hoped that if anyone were tracking him, it would appear that he had jumped away again. The only way to test this theory; was to sit here and wait a while. If he had been tracked, someone would be here soon. After ten minutes he decided that he was safe, and turned off the device. He sat on the ledge, dangling his feet over the fifty foot drop to the water below. He had to ask Merlin's advice, but knew that as soon as he contacted the AI his enemy would be able to locate him. He would just have to be quick and to the point. 'Old Friend, this is your Friend, who is trying to trap me and why?' Steve knew the World Brain would know who was calling it as he was the only friend it had. He jumped to the top of the Sphinx at Giza in the 20th Century. Steve instantly activated the phase shifter, and vanished from sight. 'I received your message old friend,' replied Merlin via his implant. 'I have modified this signal, to be out of phase by the same degree as you are. No one else can hear us now. You have a big problem, you are being hunted by a rogue Storm Trooper, we know it is rogue because all of the British Storm Troopers are accounted for.' 'I thought that there were only Ten Storm Troopers at any one time?' 'Yes Steve, but they are not immortal; they can still die and often do. They are sent into great danger on a regular basis, and although they had almost superhuman abilities they sometimes run out of luck. The most common cause of death of a Storm Trooper is a bomb. No matter how well trained they are, an unexpected bomb can kill them. It is believed that one was very badly injured but not killed. It has been repaired and reprogrammed to suit an enemy of Britain.' 'Reprogrammed? I thought these were humans that had been enhanced similar to Angel.' 'Nothing like Angel Steve, the only human flesh on a Storm Trooper is their brains. The rest is bio-mechanical synthetic material that is almost indestructible. Even their brains are modified by pychotropic drugs and intense conditioning. They become humaniod robots for the State and will follow orders given to them by a recognised authority. It is believed that one had been repaired and convinced that it is still working for Britain, but has in fact been turned and is now working for an enemy.' 'Is it after my QT Device again?' 'I cannot conceive of any other reason you would be targeted,'replied Merlin. 'Why can't we all get along? I have nothing against anyone except child abusers. Still if they want a fight I will certainly do my best to accommodate them. Is there any way I can jump while still phase shifted?' asked Steve changing the subject. 'I must admit I didn't think so, until I managed to contact you as we are now,' replied Merlin. Yes, you can stay out of phase and jump, but the more you use it the greater the risk of not being able to synchronise with your own timeline perfectly.' 'What's the worst-case scenario?' asked Steve warily. 'You would effectively become a Ghost,' warned Merlin. 'How can I possibly fight a British Storm Trooper?' Steve asked despairingly. 'Thanks to your constant curiosity and inventiveness, you may have solved that problem yourself,' replied Merlin. Do you remember why the Storm Trooper who stole your QT grabbed it and ran when Angel attacked?' Steve said he had assumed it had achieved its mission and just left. 'Partly that, but it was also wary of Angel's Mono-filament weapons. They could do great damage to anything, including a Storm Trooper,' said Merlin. 'I'll be sure to tell her that next time we meet,' said Steve. 'It will do her confidence a world of good, to know that even a Storm Trooper treated her with respect. 'As a side effect of your phase shifting discovery,' continued Merlin. 'I have calculated that the event horizon that surrounds your body when you phase shift, has similar properties to surface tension on a sub molecular level. It is evenly spread over the entire surface of your body, and it keeps anything from this timeline from destroying you. There is one part of you however, that has such a razor edge that the event horizon at that location is forced back on itself sharply. Consequently all the destructive power of the phase field that is spread over your body is concentrated there. I am referring of course to the cutting edges of Excalibur. This effect is on the sub-molecular level, and can also be seen as a coruscating line in this universe, as the air molecules are destroyed as they collide with it.' Steve was listening to the AI, without following more than half the words. Merlin decided that a demonstration was worth a hundred words. 'Draw Excalibur Steve' Steve reached behind him and unsheathed the deadly blade. 'Fuck me backwards Merlin, what's happened to my sword?' All along Excalibur's invisible razor edge, ran a coruscating line of red fire. Steve had seen this effect before; first on Angel's retractable nails, and then on the Mono-filament sword that Agent Red had tried to kill him with on Mars. The colour changed depending on what molecules were being destroyed. However the devastating effects of impact with that sparkling line remained unchanged. 'Remember the story of King Arthur Steve?' asked Merlin 'stick your sword into that stone block.' The top of the pyramid was without its electrum casing in this time slot, and the raw blocks of stone were exposed. Steve stood up and touching Excalibur's point to the nearest stone block, gently pushed downwards. With a frightening hiss like an angry snake, the blade sank into the stone as if it were flesh. 'Wow that is truly scary, what if I miss the scabbard when I sheath it?' said Steve worriedly. 'Run your finger along the blade's edge Steve,' said Merlin. 'Are you out of your fucking mind!' screamed Steve 'that's a fucking monofilament or as good as, it will cut my fingers off.' Trust me Steve, run your fingers along the blade gently. There were three things that scared Steve, losing the woman he loved, a Storm Trooper, and a Monofilament blade. If really pushed; he would also admit to being scared of spiders. Nevertheless he did trust his old friend Merlin. Merlin had saved his life countless times, and Steve had to put aside his fear. Pulling the sword out of the stone, he gingerly touched the red line. To his enormous relief nothing happened. The razor sharp edge, even with its terrifying enhancement couldn't hurt his finger. He pressed harder and still was unharmed. Steve let his breath out in a giant whoosh, he hadn't realised he had been holding it so long. 'OK clever fucking clogs, how did you know it wouldn't hurt me,' he asked. 'The effect only happens when you are phase shifted; therefore your body is covered in the same event horizon that runs along the edge of your sword. You are the only object it cannot destroy. When you are not phase shifted neither is the sword, so in fact it is more dangerous to you in normal mode than it is in monofilament mode. 'So the bottom line is that the Storm trooper will be vulnerable when I am Phase shifted' said Steve. 'Precisely' said Merlin. 'Well thank the Lord for small mercies,' said Steve cheering up a bit. 'I've just thought, if a monofilament edge can't hurt me how about a bullet?' 'When phase shifted, you are effectively invulnerable to weapons,' answered Merlin. 'What's to stop the Government phase shifting their Storm Troopers?' asked Steve. He knew from experience that if something seemed too good to be true, it usually wasn't true. 'Since that trouble we had before when part of me tried to kill you I have placed you in a separate folder,' answered Merlin. 'Only this aspect of my personality has access to it. The ability to move more than one person, and now the ability to Phase shift are locked away inside it. There is a possibility that they may arrive at the same ideas themselves, but it will be without any help from us.' 'Fair enough old friend,' said Steve ' it might be best if I used the phase shifter sparingly. I don't want to turn into a Ghost, and if they see me using it they may put two and two together and start experimenting themselves.' 'Very wise Steve,' replied Merlin. In the blinding glare of the desert sun, a group of men stood beside a rusty oil pipeline near Ad Dammam on the Persian Gulf. The Pipeline once carried Oil from Saudi Arabia's vast Al Ghawar oil field (the world's largest) and others to the port of Ras Tanura, where half a million barrels used to be refined daily. In the 20th Century these enormous oil reserves had catapulted Saudi Arabia from an agrarian-based subsistence economy, into a wealthy nation. This was before the Israeli nuclear strike; that shattered the oil-bearing strata, and ruined the Oil fields. These were rich and powerful Arabs who had a justifiable hatred for Britain. Despite Britain's best efforts, no secret could be kept indefinitely. There had been too many people involved in the project to send a Portal back in time to before the Arabs even knew what Oil was, and basically steal it out from under them. This stolen Oil was the cornerstone of Britain's wealth in the 26th Century, and these men knew it had been stolen from them. The rest of the world was recovering from the curtailment of the Oil supply, but it was a slow process. Britain was decades ahead of the rest of the world due to the stolen Oil. These men had declared a Jihad against Britain, and by using their wealth and power had managed to acquire a QT device of their own. It had been a Herculean task, and had cost them millions of Pounds and not a few lives. They had been planning this for years and realised that at the first sign of rebellion against Britain, they would be the target of British Storm Troopers. After a painstaking series of suicide missions, one of their suicide bombers had eventually managed to severely damage a Storm Trooper. It was made to look as if the Storm Trooper had been vaporised in the explosion. Its damaged body had been taken to their laboratory hidden in the desert near Al Hufuf. This was a walled city and trade centre situated in eastern Saudi Arabia, in the country's largest oasis. Originally called Al-Hasa, the city was the headquarters of the 10th-century Qarmathian terrorist movement, which seemed a good omen to this group of 26th Century terrorists. Their technicians had managed to repair the material damage to the Storm Troopers body. However its brain had lost a lot of its innate intelligence; and it had barely enough cognitive capability to follow simple orders. These men knew about Steve from historical records, and were determined to acquire his QT device. They weren't constrained by BTO laws; they just wanted him dead. He was just a primitive Briton after all; he would be no match for even a damaged Storm Trooper. The Storm Trooper had accepted that they were its master, and obeyed their orders to the letter. The group called themselves "The Sword of Allah", and were determined to regain access to the oil for Saudi Arabia. In the process, they were going to use their Storm Trooper to kill as many of the British Government as they could. While the British, were shaken by the deaths of their most powerful and influential Aristocrats. The 'Sword of Allah" would strike at the very head of the Government. They would kidnap the King of Britain himself, and hold him to ransom for their fair share of the oil. This plan would work, as a State based on Genetic Purity and Eugenics, the Royal Family was the genetic pinnacle of the British genome. One of the more enjoyable duties of the British King, was to impregnate as many British women as he could. Such was the demand for his seed that when he wasn't actually having sex with a favoured woman, he was donating seed to the many IVF clinics. This ensured that the Royal seed was well distributed amongst the British bloodline. Only the Aristocracy was honoured by actual physical sex by the king, but any British woman could petition to be impregnated by his sperm. The plan was to have the Storm Trooper materialise next to the King. It would then attach a pre-programmed QT to him, and both jump out to Saudi Arabia. Only a Storm Trooper could do this, as the King had his own Storm Trooper as a personal bodyguard. With double boost capability, it could stop any assassination or kidnap attempt by a human. The rogue Storm Trooper also had double boost, so it could use the element of surprise to achieve its mission. However to do this they would need a second QT device; as everyone knew it took one device to transport one person. Which was where Steve became involved; his was still judged the easiest device to steal. It was obvious that the historical records were flawed, as Steve hadn't followed the children into the museum as planned. However that was all they had to work with, so they sent their Storm Trooper to the next window of opportunity. By the 26th Century, it was known that Steve had been Dr. Snip the Vigilante. His exploits were well documented by the newspapers of the day, and the Storm Trooper was sent to a documented time slot where Dr. Snip had definitely been. Dr. Snip was only one man even with his powers; he just couldn't be everywhere and save everybody. Therefore he tended to concentrate on child related crimes, leaving the rest to the police. Merlin's 26th century computer flagged all child related crimes, and for a change also flagged the rape murder of a young female on a university campus. The girl was eighteen years old and normally wouldn't be classed as a child. The reason this crime was brought to Snip's attention; was that the girl was one of the children he had saved when young. Her name was Mary, and he had rescued her from a pervert called Vince when she was just a child. 'Well I'll be fucked; the cheeky fucker dares to kill my little Mary? I'll cut him to pieces' snarled Snip as he read the police reports of the incident. Usually he approached his rescue missions with a degree of cool professionalism, but this case infuriated him. Once the case had caught his attention, he discovered that there had been three previous rapes in the area and the police still hadn't a clue who the culprit was. It was a good bet that the person who killed Mary was the same man. He recorded all the details on his implant so he wouldn't forget them, and jumped to the location of the attack. It was nighttime, and the campus of the university was deserted. It was drizzling with rain, and a cold wind was causing the wet trees branches to sigh dolefully. Mary was walking quickly back to the student accommodation, she had been asked to cover for a friend working at the Universities Bar. The party had dragged on into the small hours, and she was anxious to get into the warm and go to bed. She was a tough young girl, and it took a lot to spook her. However tonight she felt creepy and jumped at every sound, from the rustling of the trees to the snapping of dead branches as the cold wind blew them along the wet footpath. She wasn't a stupid girl, she would always shout at the silly woman in the horror films, who would insist on walking down into the cellar when the light wasn't working. She was well aware that there was a rapist about in the area, but hoped that the cold wet weather would discourage him from being out on such a miserable night. Her hopes were not to be realised as this particular rapist was feeling the urges very strongly, and had been in the bar watching Mary as she served the drinks. He had admired her lovely big breasts, barely constrained by her tee shirt bearing the University logo. She had lovely long legs, and he couldn't wait to force them open and discover her secret places. The police records were vague as to the actual spot where the attack first took place, as the body had been dragged quite some way into the bushes. Steve decided it was worth using the phase shifter to follow her closely. Mary kept hearing twigs snap behind her, but every time she spun around she could see nothing threatening. It was on one of these occasions that as she spun round to see if anyone was creeping up behind her, an arm was put around her neck and she was pulled off the path into the bushes. Mary tried to scream but the arm was crushing her throat, and all that emerged were choked grunts. She thought she was seeing things, when the night seemed to take shape in front of her eyes. The rain that had started to lash down; was running off a human shaped piece of darkness. This apparition was leaping towards her and she heard a pain filled cry, as the arm around her throat released its crushing grip and she fell forward onto the wet pavement. She saw the rain-shape grab hold of her attacker, and hurl him into a nearby tree trunk. The man hit the wood with a snapping sound, as his collarbone fractured under the impact. Mary was still gasping for breath, when to her amazement the rain shape suddenly turned into a big man in a black coat. He turned to her and asked 'Are you all right Mary? Don't worry he won't hurt you, I promise.' Steve picked her up from the wet ground, and jumped her into her room in the accommodation block. Mary assumed she had passed out for a moment, because that was the only explanation as to how she came to be here so fast. 'Wait here dear, I will just see to the rapist and I'll be back to check on you.' He used his fingers to close her eyes, and when she opened then he had vanished. Mary sat down on the bed, she was shaking with fear but something else was trying to surface in her mind. It was the memory of a big man in a black coat, a mysterious man who had rescued her when she was small. She was sure this was the same man. Dr. Snip was in a very bad mood, seeing Mary again had reminded him of his total hated of child molesters. This rage was going to be directed at this stupid bastard, who dared to attack a girl that Snip felt responsible for. He was back to the rapist ten seconds after he jumped out. The man had just painfully clambered to his feet, and was trying to run away. 'Let's see how fast you run without any fucking legs' snarled Snip as he phase shifted, and drew Excalibur in one smooth movement. There was a loud hissing crackling sound like bacon frying, as the lashing rain impacted on the coruscating red line that danced along Excalibur's blade. The rain was annihilated; by the sub atomic forces that were in play on its razor sharp edges. Snip swept the burning blade in a horizontal fiery arc that passed through the rapist's thighs without effort. The intense molecular energy cauterised the man's flesh, as it severed both his legs. The rapist's body hit the ground hard, for a second he didn't understand why he had fallen until he saw his legs lying separately a few feet away on the wet pavement. Before he could draw breath to scream he was roughly pushed onto his back. He looked up to see the terrifying invisible shape outlined by the pouring rain lift a burning sword, and gently brush it against his arms. With a hissing sound his arms were severed, and fell limply to the ground to join his legs. 'You have fucked me off so badly that I'm not going to kill you, you stupid Cunt, explained Snip; to the shocked man who was trying to believe that this was just a Nightmare. He was partly right, this was a Nightmare. Dr. Snip was every pervert's Nightmare, and he had ensured that this pervert wouldn't be a problem in the future. Snip switched off the phase shifter and stood in the rain. He gave the man the news that his punishment was at the hands of Dr. Snip, and to confess to the police every thing that he had done to this point. 'If I hear that you lie to them, I will return and cut off your balls and blind you,' threatened Snip in a cold dead voice. This frightened the mutilated man far more than the rage filled voice that he had heard previously. He knew that Dr. Snip meant every word of this threat, and decided to comply to save what little life he had left. His mad brain although thoroughly cowed, still hoped that something bad would happen to this psychopathic vigilante. He looked in wonder, as his prayer seemed to come true. One second Snip was standing over him, and then he had been smashed sideways, as a large black shape leapt out of the concealing bushes and hurled him into the open grass of the park. Steve had an automatic bullet-dodging programme that protected him from unexpected bullets. His QT could detect the missiles approaching his body, and jump him out of their path without notifying him. However this function only worked on high-speed objects, otherwise every time someone patted him on the back it would jump him sidewards. Not of course that anyone ever patted him on the back. Consequently although the Storm Trooper hit him hard and fast, it wasn't fast enough to trigger his automatic dodging programme. Although it was Steve who was slammed sideways, it was Dr.Snip who rolled with the blow and regained his feet to face the attacker. The Storm trooper had jumped from ambush, and used his battle knife to skewer his target. The 26th Century Kevlar coat that was Snip's favourite apparel had done its job. It had deflected the razor sharp point of the knife, preventing it from entering his body. The Storm Trooper had expected the mission to be over in one strike, and it took a few seconds to realise that Snip was still standing. Steve knew he had no chance against this Killing machine, unless he Phase shifted. He Phased just as the trooper blurred into boost, and hurled itself across the intervening space between them. Its biomechanical hands closed around Snip's throat, and tried to squeeze the life out of him. The phase field negated the crushing pressure, and Snip slammed his fist into the chest of the trooper sending it stumbling back a few paces. Fast as lightning the trooper drew its sidearm and fired, the 26th century projectile had the destructive power of a small grenade. It was deflected by the phase field and ricocheted into the trunk of an oak tree, exploding it into burning splinters. This gave Snip time to draw Excalibur, and the Storm trooper already confused by its targets defences, took a step back as it recognised the distinctive blaze of a Monofilament weapon. This was not on its mission briefing, it fell back on standing orders that told it to retreat in the face of overwhelming odds. It decided to jump out, rearm, and return to the next window of opportunity. Steve couldn't believe his luck when he saw the Storm Trooper jump out. He staggered away towards the accommodation block, nursing his side where the blade had tried to skewer him. His coat had stopped the blade penetrating, but the almost superhuman strength of the trooper had still caused extensive bruising to his ribs. Plus his entire side where the Trooper had slammed into him was a source of dibilitating pain. After a hundred yards of painful limping, he remembered to switch off the phase shifter. Immediately the pouring rain soaked him, as the phase field no longer thwarted it. He was concussed so didn't think to jump to her room. Mary heard a quiet knock on her door and leapt to open it. She was shocked at the appearance of her Hero. His face was pale with pain and he was soaking wet, he looked exhausted and she led him over to her bed and forced him to lie down on it. The adrenalin rush that had allowed him to keep moving and fighting his most feared opponent had left him, and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and rest for a second. Somehow he felt safe here with Mary, and he dimly felt her undoing the fastenings of his greatcoat before he slipped into uncociousness. 'Please don't be dead' she cried as he relaxed totally. She lowered her face to his mouth and felt his breath on her cheek, 'Don't you dare fucking die on me, I have lots of questions for you Mr. Mysterious,' she muttered as she divested him of the wet greatcoat and a fucking big sword. 'What the fuck are you, some sort of Knight? or what,' she asked his comatose body as she checked him for wounds. Pulling his shirt up, she saw a massive purple bruise spread over his lower ribs. There was no bleeding so she decided to just rub some ointment on it, to ease the pain that it must cause. There was also a big bruise on his left shoulder that ran down his side where the Storm Trooper had first struck him like a Train. She took his shirt right off, so she could rub cream on that as well. Lying there naked from the waist up, he looked just like any other guy that she had seen in similar circumstances. She had no idea how he had been able to save her from the rapist, nor did she know of the attack by the Storm Trooper. She could only think he had received these injuries from the rapist, when he went back to sort him out. 'You poor man, did that bastard do this to you? She asked smoothing his wet hair from his forehead. He had a normal looking face; nothing special, he was just a tall dark haired man. She noticed that his body was well muscled, it reminded her of a soldier lover she once had; he had the same type of body. Her lover hadn't been so hairy as this man; his chest was covered in dark hair. She found herself running her fingers through it, as she stared at the man that she was sure had now saved her twice. Did she have a Guardian Angel? No, this was a flesh and blood man, not some supernatural being. Besides she found herself attracted to him, and was sure that Angels were not allowed to be so fucking sexy when they were asleep. 'A girl's Knight deserves a kiss when he rescues her' she murmured, and leaning over him kissed him slowly on his mouth. Swimming up from unconsciousness Steve thought he was in bed with Angel, and his arms closed around her as he returned the kiss. Mary had stripped off her wet clothes, and thrown on a dry dressing gown before he had returned. His hand slid up her naked leg, until it cupped her bottom and squeezed gently. 'Oh God Angel, you're so soft and warm' he whispered, as she felt his manhood swell between their bodies. He called me his Angel, she thought pleased at the endearment. Her body reacted to the sheer masculine signals she was receiving, and she groaned as she became hot and wet. To relieve the aching in her groin, she rubbed herself over him grinding her hips against his. 'Fuck this,' she said to his awakening body, ' I need this as much as you do.' She slid her hand between them, and released his swollen member from the confines of his pants. As it sprang erect she positioned herself over him, and lowered herself down. Mary gasped, as she felt herself being filled by his massive erection. He groaned and hugged her to him, nuzzling her large breasts until he was sucking on her nipple. 'Shhhh lay still Mr. Mysterious,' whispered Mary, ' let your little Angel do all the work, you just relax and enjoy.' She ground her pubes against him, as she made gentle love to her Hero and rescuer. She had never felt so in charge whilst making love to a man before, and his acceptance of her dominance really turned her on. Soon she was bouncing wildly on his shaft until she felt the familiar stirrings of her orgasm approaching. 'Thank you Mr. Mysterious,' she panted as she orgasmed over his balls soaking them with her hot juices, and finally collapsing onto his muscled chest her body limp and sweaty from her efforts. 'You're a sexy fucker Angel,' murmured Steve as he felt the familiar wetness soaking his groin. He pulled her head down and kissed her passionately on her mouth. He opened his eyes and smiled at.... 'What the fuck! You're not Angel, you're Mary, what are you doing?' He exclaimed, very aware that he was still buried deeply inside her. 'That's not very nice, you called me Angel a minute ago, my sexy Mr. Mysterious' replied Mary, clenching her vaginal muscles on his shaft. Steve went red as he realised his mistake, and began to apologise to Mary. 'Shhhh, shut the fuck up Mr. Mysterious, I am not moving until you tell me who you are, and why you have saved me twice,' she stated grinding her pubes against his. Although Mary had orgasmed Steve hadn't, and his shaft was quite happy to stay where it was while his brain tried to form a coherent thought. 'Mary, dear girl please,' he whispered blushing furiously. 'Please what Mystery man? Please fuck me again perhaps?' she said mischievously. 'You have three seconds to tell me your name, or I fuck you,' she threatened seriously. 'Steve, my name is Steve' he gabbled, 'how can you remember me after so long?' 'Oh I don't know Steve; perhaps being kidnapped and almost raped by a pervert when I was twelve, had something to do with it sticking in my mind. Then of course there was my rescue by a big man in a black coat, perhaps that helped the incident stick in my mind. Then of course the aftermath when it was realised it was the infamous Dr. Snip who had rescued me, and castrated the pervert. I think you will agree, that it would be very hard for me not to remember you my darling Hero,' she said kissing him lovingly on his mouth. She could feel him swelling inside her, and began to rotate her hips and gently bounce on him again. 'Fuck me, Mary ..........,' he began to protest. She closed his mouth with hers and increased the tempo of her lovemaking until he was groaning in lust. She felt him grab her breasts as he orgasmed deep within her, bucking and convulsing as he pumped his seed into her womb. 'Wow, that was like riding a bucking bronco.' She gasped admiringly as she lay limp on top of him, her heart pounding from her efforts. She could feel him shrinking inside her, until she lifted herself off him and tucked him back into his pants. Wrapping her dressing gown around her, she sat on the side of the bed and continued to question him. 'First of all, thank you for saving me just now, and also for saving me when I was young,' she said formally. 'You are very welcome Mary,' he replied sitting up carefully as his bruises reminded him of the Storm Trooper. 'What happened to the rapist?' she suddenly asked. 'Er I made sure that he wouldn't rape anybody again,' he said avoiding a detailed answer. 'Did you cut his balls off?' she asked with the ghoulish interest of the young. 'No I didn't,' he answered truthfully. 'Pity, perhaps you're getting softer in your old age' she said smiling at him. 'I don't think he would agree with you on that.' replied Steve softly. 'Did he cause all that damage?' she asked pointing at his bruises. 'No dear, that was something else entirely, any chance of a cup of tea?' he asked to change the subject. She smiled at him, and bounced into the small kitchen to make her hero his tea. Steve seriously considered jumping out right away; he had no business involving Mary in his life. Why the fuck hadn't he jumped away earlier? He realised that the reason he had checked on Mary, was because he felt so protective of her. He couldn't leave until he was sure she was out of danger. Not from the rapist, he was now no more dangerous than a bookend, but from the Storm Trooper. What the fuck was he going to tell Alison and Angel, his lovers? Well he wasn't worried about Angel she wouldn't give a fuck, in fact she would be pleased he had fucked another woman. Angel had a 26th Century mindset that didn't consider sex as a big thing. Alison on the other hand was a 20th Century woman, and wouldn't look kindly on him fucking a young girl. Although to be fair she had actually fucked him, not that it would make the slightest difference if Alison decided to be bloody minded about this. Mary returned with the tea and they both sat quietly as they sipped it. 'I'm not going to see you again am I?' she said sadly. 'I honestly can't say Mary dear. As you only see me when your life is in danger, it may be best if you never see me again,' he replied truthfully. 'Who are you Dr. Snip and why do you do what you do?' she asked looking at him as if to memorise every detail. 'I am just a man who has been given the power to do something about certain events. I am really sorry that I have had to intervene twice in your short life. I am very proud of how you have turned out. You are a beautiful and intelligent young woman, I will do my best to keep an eye on you,' he said kissing her gently on her mouth. 'You are a lovely man Steve,' she said kissing him back. 'When you hear about the rapist you may change your opinion, but please remember that I know he was going to kill you after he raped you. I can't tell you how I know, but I do, that is why I treated him so harshly,' he said looking into her eyes. 'Close your eyes Mary,' he asked. As she closed her eyes, she felt a slight breeze and he was gone. 'Thank you Dr, Snip' she whispered. Steve was worried; it was bad enough fighting his own brand of criminals. He now had to look over his shoulder for another attack by the Storm Trooper. He also realised that the trooper had thought he had a monofilament blade. It was a reasonable assumption that when it returned, it too would be armed with that deadliest of weapons. Rather than wait he decided to draw it out by arranging a press conference for the next day. He contacted his friend Jack the reporter, and told him to publish the fact that he would be holding a briefing on top of a disused Gas tank at Canvey Island. He had something important to say and wanted the press to report it. 'If that doesn't draw it out then I don't know what will' he muttered to himself. That done he had a thought and sent out a call for Merlin. 'Hello Steve old friend' said the old wizard; as it appeared to be sitting on one of his chairs in his kitchen. 'Hello Merlin, I have had a thought, the rogue trooper is using a QT a stolen one I assume, can you still track it when it is used?' 'Yes Steve.' 'Do you know where it comes from?' 'Yes Steve.' 'Well where is its base?' 'Saudi Arabia.' 'Why the fuck didn't you tell me this?' 'You didn't fucking ask,' replied the old wizard logically. Steve tended to forget that he was dealing with the World Brain, when he spoke to Merlin. The image of an old wizard, was only Steve's brain trying to make sense of the transmission from his implant. He understood that if Merlin were to tell him things he hadn't asked about, he would be constantly inundated with data. He took a deep breath and smiled at the simulacrum of the wizard. 'Sorry old friend, stupid of me, but why would Saudi Arabia want to kill me?' Merlin reiterated the story of Britain's raid on the Oil fields of Saudi Arabia, Steve soon realised that they had a very good reason for revenge. 'But why attack me? Why not attack the aristocracy?' 'They have been attacking it; six high-ranking members have been assassinated this week alone. It must be the rogue Storm Trooper that is killing them, as it is the only one who can cut through their security with such ease.' 'Doe's the Government know about this?' asked Steve. 'No Steve, like you they haven't asked me the question yet.' 'Well I must admit a certain sympathy for the Arabs, but as they are trying to kill me and have already killed defenceless Britons, I say fuck them and the horse they rode in on. When I kill the Storm Trooper they will have to go back under their rock and start all over again,' said Steve firmly. Canvey Island was a main storage area for Oil and Gas, there were lots of Tanks scattered around the Island. Steve had chosen one of a pair that was situated well away from the main cluster. He had called the press conference for no other reason, than to tempt the Storm Trooper into attacking him. However on the agreed time, the Press were waiting at the bottom of the massive tank for his appearance. He materialised out of sight between two big vent pipes, so they believed he had been hiding on top of the tank before they assembled beneath. 'They are saying you are a psychopath Dr. Snip. Why did you mutilate that rapist so horribly?' yelled a reporter when he saw Steve wearing his customary executioners hood, standing on the edge of the tank looking down at them. 'He was going to kill the girl, I know this, that's why I punished him so severely.' From the ground, the reporters could only see Steve if he stood right on the edge of the tank. Consequently they didn't see the Storm Trooper materialise behind Steve and leap towards him. Steve had been waiting for this, and jumped via his QT to the other Gas Tank half a mile away from this one. The Storm Trooper followed instantly, and as it materialised it drew a monofilament sword and charged at Double boost. Dr. Snip phase shifted and drew Excalibur, setting himself to meet the charge. If he hadn't been phase shifted he would have been killed in the first attack. The Storm Trooper was just a blur, as its weapon sliced towards Snip's head too fast to parry. As the monofilament blade hit Snip it flared into incandescence, and bounced off his body leaving it unharmed. Five times the trooper attacked, each time scoring a hit but causing no damage. Eventually as Snip expected, the trooper had to drop out of Boost. Boost was usually used for seconds only, as it severely depleted the users energy. Snip could only hope that Double boost weakened the user even more. At last he could see his enemy clearly, it was the same type of monster that had stolen his QT before, and he had a score to settle with these Storm Troopers. Snip attacked fast and low, sweeping his sword towards the trooper's legs. His strike was parried by the trooper's blazing blade; and the swords seemed to scream in frustration as they ground their flaming edges against one another. Snip had an advantage, that he couldn't be hurt by the trooper's blade when it slipped through his guard and scored a hitas it seemed to do easily. However the trooper was a trained professional soldier enhanced to the limit, and he just couldn't get past its guard to strike a telling blow. 'Fuck this for a game of soldiers,' swore Snip. He had been hoping to avoid his next course of action, but couldn't risk allowing the Trooper to escape. 'I love you Alison' he murmured, before stepping back from the Storm Trooper, and kneeling down on the steel lid of the massive Gas Tank. For a second the Trooper thought Dr, Snip was surrendering and stood undecided. It watched as Snip raised Excalibur into the air, its blazing blade lighting up the darkening sky. As it saw Snip slam his sword through the steel top of the Gas tank, it realised his intent and began to jump out. As its fingers hit the appropriate button on its QT device, the flaming sword of Dr. Snip sliced through the steel lid, and plunged into the Gas and Air mixture inside the Tank. The world exploded in a cataclysmic Fireball; that completely destroyed the Gas Tank and everything within 100 yards of it. The Fireball reached up into the sky, lighting up the area around for miles, the temperature inside the fireball was enough to melt the steel Tank. Steve found himself falling down through the blazing gases, and was sure that he had managed to destroy the Storm Trooper before it jumped out. He was unharmed, protected as he was by the Phase shifter. He had hoped this would be the case but wasn't certain. Before he hit the ground he jumped out, and reappeared between the vent pipes on the original Gas Tank. Looking down at the group of reporters below, he saw that they had lost all interest in him. Their cameras were trained on the Fireball that had once been a Gas Tank. His friend Jack did look up and saw him standing there. 'Did you do that?' he shouted pointing at the Fireball. 'Hey, what am I, a Magician? you'll be blaming me for Global Warming next,' Steve shouted back smiling at his friend. He stepped back out of sight and jumped to his kitchen, he deemed it safe now. "The Sword of Allah" was very displeased with their Storm Trooper. It had materialised back at their base as planned, but it was in a terrible state. Had it been human it would already be dead, with ninety percent of its body charred by the intense heat of the fireball. The technicians estimated it would be at least a year, before it was capable of being used again. Steve sat quietly and sipped his tea; he was in a very thoughtful mood. He realised now that he loved Alison more than he loved Angel, and that made him very sad. It was Alison he had thought of when he risked death on the Gas tank. He could only put it down to the fact that he knew Angel would survive in the world without him, but he felt that Alison needed him more. He smartened himself up, and jumped to Alison's Orphanage. She was not there, one of the children told him that Missy Doctor had gone for a ride on her horse Peggy. Steve knew roughly where she might be and jumped to the location. He arrived on a grassy knoll and looking around saw her riding towards him. She was wearing a white blouse and jodhpurs, and looked very sexy in her shiny black riding boots. He watched in admiration and mounting lust, as her breasts bounced to the rhythm of her horses gait. 'Just the man,' she cried as she slipped off the saddle and embraced him. 'I need to try out my new plumbing, and guess who I want to be the first to assist me,' she said smiling up at him. Tying Peggy's reins to a nearby bush, she dragged him into the shelter of a small tree. He smiled at her enthusiasm, as she stripped her clothes off and flung herself at him in lustful urgency. 'Fuck me Steve darling, fill me with your seed, I want every drop you have in those big balls of yours,' she ordered fondling him to rigid attention. All thoughts of Angel and Mary left his mind, as he entered her hot body and fulfilled her wishes. After the screams of her orgasm had stopped echoing around the hills, he lay beside her, just holding her to him. Life was all about children, without them the human race would cease to exist in a single century. They were all any human could leave to prove that they had ever existed. After all this time trying to protect them, he was now actually trying to create one of his own. He looked down at Alison and hugged her tightly, 'I love you Alison Fairweather,' he said quietly. Suddenly his peace was shattered by a Scream transmitted via his implant. It was Angel and she was screaming for him to come to her. 'Sorry darling got to go,' he explained to Alison, and getting the co-ordinates from his implant jumped to Angel's location. As he had guessed, he arrived at Angel's sunning ledge in the Jurassic. He was stunned to see his favourite Amazon warrior princess, distraught and actually crying. Her face was buried in her hands, so she hadn't seen him arrive on the ledge. Her almost invincible body was racked with deep choking sobs, as she rocked back and forth in her misery. 'Angel, it's me what the fuck is the matter,' he said moving towards her. She took her hands away from her face and looked up at him, her eyes were red from crying and she leapt up and threw herself into his arms. 'Oh Steve please help me, my mother has been murdered, and I don't know what to do,' she sobbed into his chest. Steve was at a loss, so called upon Merlin to fill him in on this situation. How did Angel's mother die? He asked via his implant. I thought I had already told you Steve old friend, the Storm Trooper killed six Aristocrats and Angel's mother was one of them. Her name was Lady Gloria Black and she was a handmaiden to the King. Oh fuck; he thought, I had forgotten about them. He held Angel until she calmed down enough to tell him more or less what he had learned from Merlin. 'What can I say Angel my love; I have already avenged your mother. The rogue Storm Trooper is dead, I killed it just a few hours ago.' Angel wiped her eyes and looked at him steadily. 'I don't want my Mother avenged Steve; I want her saved. I want her saved just as you have saved countless children so far. I need you to rescue her for me, please Steve I beg you please do this for me.' Steve was caught flat footed by her request, she was perfectly right in what she said. In fact he had just altered time by rescuing Mary, who had been raped and killed before he intervened. Plus he would have died for Angel if he had to, so her request wasn't that much of a problem for his conscience. It was just that this was so close to home; that he couldn't think clearly about it just yet. 'Give me a minute to get my head around this darling, if I can save your Mother I promise I will,' he said hugging her to him. 'Forgive me if I am puzzled by your grief Angel, but I had the impression that you weren't that close to your Mother,' he asked as tactfully as he could. 'What can I say Steve; she is a vain power hungry social climbing Bitch, who would fuck anything to get what she wants. She leads my father a merry dance, and treats me with utter contempt. At the moment she is .....was a handmaiden to the King, which basically means that she gets to fuck him on a regular basis. Despite all that, I love her madly and I should have been there to protect her.' Once again Steve was forced to realise that Angel was to all intents and purposes a complete alien, as far as emotions were concerned. Anyway as far as he was concerned Gloria was her mum, and he would rescue her from the Storm Trooper that he had already killed. This situation reminded him of the fact, that someone who was already dead in the 20th Century had nearly killed him on Mars in the 26th Century; The Time Agent "Red" from whom he had acquired his QT device. 'I will need all the information concerning the manner and time of her death, I will then jump back and try to save her,' he said to Angel. 'Thank you Steve, I would try and do this myself but although I wasn't conditioned not to alter time, I haven't had your experience of actually doing it. I promise I will fuck you senseless when you rescue her, that is of course unless Mother fucks you senseless first.' 'Do you have a picture of your Mother?' he asked. Angel sent his implant a recent hologram of her mother taken on holiday. Steve could see that regardless of how old she was in actual years, Gloria Black looked like a young twenty-year-old glamour model. Like Angel she only had hair on her head, it was a rich auburn colour almost a deep red. Steve could tell she had no other hair on her beautiful large breasted slender body, because the hologram depicted her naked. 'Fuck me Angel, don't you have any shame? Showing me a picture of your mother naked,' he scolded. Angel just shrugged making her own large breasts bounce charmingly. 'For fucks sake Steve, she is so rarely dressed it is something of a scandal in the royal circles. Knowing what you do of our almost complete lack of sexual morals, it should tell you a lot about my mother that she shocks even us.' 'Well I can certainly see where you got your beautiful breasts from' he murmured looking at the hologram again. 'Not counting you and Alison, she is the only family I have, Father has hardly seen me for years and I wonder if I would recognise him if I passed him in the street,' said Angel quietly. Steve was very touched that Angel included Alison in her family; it reinforced his love of this strange woman who had changed his life completely. 'Do you want to come with me?' he asked. 'No Steve I am far to close to this, my judgement would be compromised and I might endanger you. I will wait here and pray for your success.' 'OK lover, I'll be as quick as a wink,' he said smiling at her. He decided to jump to his kitchen for a last cup of tea before the rescue mission. After Steve vanished Angel decided to go for a swim, and stripping naked except for her QT, dived from her ledge fifty feet to the blue lake beneath. She wasn't afraid of predators today, God help any T-Rex that fucked with her, she would skin it alive. Steve was uncertain what to do in this situation; he knew he hadn't killed the Storm Trooper whilst possibly rescuing Gloria, because it was still alive when he fought it on the Gas Tank. So his best possible outcome could only be to stop the Storm Trooper killing her, without killing it. Also he would have to make the Trooper believe it had killed Gloria, so there was some logic in the situation. 'My head hurts,' he thought to himself,' fuck Temporal Paradoxes and the horse it rode in on.' Dressing himself in his full Dr. Snip regalia complete with sword, Steve looked around his kitchen. He hoped he would see it again, but he knew that contrary to common sense,he could be killed by the Storm Trooper even though he had killed it first. He set the QT for Angel's mother's house, and jumped into the Future. To be Continued.

The Monsters in Dorm 13 Crystal moaned softly as she slept, her hips making gentle bucking motions as a wonderful sexual encounter played on the screen of her subconscious. her eyelids fluttered for a moment, then opened fully as she thrust hard into her pillow, the warm gooeyness of her seed soaking it, dribbling down, coating her shaft and her balls. She loved her new cock, and all things considering, thought it more then made up for what she had lost in the trade. Up until a week ago, Crystal had been your normal, average, run of the mill high school girl. Decent grades, an interest in athletics, particularly the girls' wrestling team, a few friends, as well as the usual bullying by cliques and abuse from one particular girl. As jet after jet of cum gushed from her, she couldn't help but moan loudly. Shi was most certainly not a normal girl any longer, and in some circles her status as a female at all was up for debate. The doctors and nurses weren't quite sure how it happened, but over a period of several days a week prior, her pussy had begun to shrink, and her clit began to grow. After about thirty seconds of climax, Crystal's orgasm began to fade, her cock spurting less and less, until finally there was only a trickle. Gods, did she love her cock. It was much more fun being a shemale, especially with all the dreams. Wonderful dreams, dreams where her friends and her rivals alike appeared, catering to her every sexual desire and whim. Crystal sat up, scooping up a double handful of seed in her cupped hands, rubbing it over her belly and breasts. She loved being all gooey and sticky. She stroked her still erect shaft, coaxing a few more drips and dribbles from it, delighting in the feel of her slick length. She scooped up another handful, bringing it to her mouth, gulping it down happily. She wasn't the only one enjoying a new appendage, all the girls in her dorm had them now, to varying reactions. Her roommate Elena didn't seem to care much one way or the other. The couple next door, Kirishia and Shrissia, Rissa for short, seemed to love theirs. Though from the playful beggings and pleadings of Rissa, and Kirisha's own demands, it seemed that the two of them had become hermaphrodites. The mismatched roommates on the other side of the common area had radically different reactions as well. Christa, the playful catgirl, was uncomfortably proud of hers, and had taken to walking around naked. Terri, on the other hand, was repulsed and disgusted, and as a result spent more time away from the dorm then was normal even for her. Their dorm supervisor, Miss Wainright was also rather thrilled. She had been saving up to have a cock added anyway. Crystal rather liked Miss Wainright, the older woman loved to talk about what changes she planned on getting, as well as discussing other change related things. What they would turn people into if they were evil avatars for instance. Crystal really liked those sorts of conversations. Crystal had also made good use of Miss Wainright's four breasts, the dorm supervisor was very friendly with her girls, at least those that wanted to be friendly. Unlike Terri, who took every opportunity to hang out with the 'cool' crowd and tried to boost her reputation. The shemale wasn't too fond of Terri, she was a huge suck up to Misti Davis, one of the prettiest girls in school. And also one of the meanest. Misti took the opportunity to torment Crystal at every opportunity. It was almost like an obsession, Misti spent more time bullying Crystal then just about anything else. Thoughts of Misti were dismissed with a snort as Crystal climbed out of bed, wrapping a towel around her waist and picking up the basket that held her shower kit. She sighed as she looked over to the small half bathroom she shared with Elena. That girl spent so much time in the shower, people joked she was amphibious. She was also a part of the swim team. The amount of time she spent in the water had lead to the nickname 'Froggy.' As usual, Crystal was going to have to get herself ready for the day by using someone else's bathroom. With a chuckle, the shemale took a plastic fork from her shower kit, one that had all but one of the outside tines removed, and used it to pop open the simple doorknob lock, sticking her head in. "You okay in here, Froggy?" Crystal said pleasantly. "Just checking in to check that you haven't drowned, or turned into a big pink raisin or anything." Elena's answer was a loudly moaned ."G-get out! I'm f-fine!" followed by a pleasured howl and several large gushes of semen running down the semi-opaque shower curtain. "Alrighty! I'll leave you and your little 'friend' alone in there. I just hope your not using my bottle of shampoo to masturbate. "Ooooooh, I'm cumming agaaaaaaain!" Elena moaned as Crystal shut the door. The shemale grinned, Elena had gotten her sex drive increased greatly when her dick had grown in on that class trip. Investigators were still looking around for the source, though it might be a major attraction, it definitely wasn't safe to have something that caused transformations around. Crystal hummed happily to herself as she walked out into the common area, then around the corner to the room shared by Kirisha and Rissa. The door was wide open, as usual. The two were notorious exhibitionists. Kirisha was seated at her desk. She was the writer for several popular comic series, and had made enough money to have been altered by Mammon into the real life likeness of her Kirisha Raptoress comic book character. Kneeling on the floor, hugging her mistress' leg was Rissa. A bit of a nympho and a playful submissive, a room pairing with the naturally dominant Kirisha had lead to an almost immediate bond between mistress and pet. They had roomed together at the Caplin School for Girls since their Freshman year. Now seniors, with preferential treatment to class arrangements, the two had no morning classes at all. Which thankfully allowed them to be able to skip the mass rush of getting ready to go to class about now, and allowing Crystal to use their bathroom. Crystal knocked on the door frame, waving at the two. The raptoress turned her head and smiled, waving her neighbor in. Rissa didn't even look up, continuing to finger herself and lick her mistress' leg. Rissa had been beautiful before, but over spring break, she had bought a demon cum treatment, altering her form to show her devotion to Kirisha. While still human in form, the girl's skin had been replaced with highly reflective purple scales, her hair becoming a shimmering shade of lilac. A long forked tongue had come with the change, which she put to good use. "C'mon in Crystal. " Kirisha said, seemingly ignoring Rissa's licking. "Shower's all yours. Don't worry about getting the floor wet, Rissa already is. The naughty thing." Kirisha gave her pet a playful swat on the head. "Just look at that mess. You could almost float a boat in that puddle of cum and girlgoo." the scalie said with a wide, toothsome grin. "Yeah, but it gives the special cleaning crew something to do." Crystal replied, making a big show of stepping over the foot wide, several foot long puddle leading out from between Rissa's leg, out into the middle of the room. "Mmm... Crystal, tell Mistress that she would have better, deeper, more wonderfully sexual ideas if Rissa were allowed to sit under Mistress' desk with Mistress' wonderful new cock in her mouth." the purple girl purred, looking up at Crystal with lustful yellow eyes. "Crystal, please tell my pet that although it is rather fun and exploring the novelties of being a hermaphrodite, that Mistress Kirisha can't be playing with her pet all the time if she is to be writing the next few comic books that will allow said pet to be gifted with a tail." "Mmm, Mistress... a tail. That would be wonderful. Thank you Mistress, ooooh, Mistress..." Rissa moaned, adding more fluids to the growing puddle. Kirisha looked down at the mess, then up to Crystal. "I can see why the school has a special cleaning crew. If they didn't have the maids in here twice a day to clean and mop things up, the whole place would smell permanently of sex in no time." the reptile chuckled. "Rissa would love that, Mistress. Everybody living in this room taking a deep breath and smelling that Mistress and Rissa had so much fun in here." the submissive purred before resuming her licking. Crystal smiled at the two as she slipped into the bathroom, turning the water on and waiting for it to heat up. She almost felt sorry scrubbing the cum from her body. But then again the school frowned upon students smelling like sex in class. -o- Almost two and a half hours later, Crystal yawned, bored by her first class. Her mind was filled with all sort of strange, monstrous, but highly arousing creature designs. She was rather looking forward to the next two hour block of class. Her art class was taught by the wonderful Miss Wainright, so they would have all period to talk about such things. The shemale loved the frightening, gruesome, monstrous forms that were forced upon unfortunate people by malevolent demons, or freak accidents with demon cum, or by malicious peers with deep grudges. Crystal's mind wandered as the teacher droned on and on about some obscure date in history in some tiny little country that Crystal had never heard of that had once been ruled by an ambitious avatar of Karma. They skipped over the really fun parts of the lesson, the Warbeast breeding programs. Crystal always wanted to hear more about that. But of course there wasn't going to be anything fun and sexual like that to be had in a school lesson. It wasn't soon enough before the bell rang. Crystal stuffed her books into her backpack, holding it down over what would be an all too obvious erection as she made her way through the crowd of other students going in and coming out. Right as she made her way out the door, a sudden pain shot through her body, centered around her sensitive groin. A look to her left saw the sadistically smiling face of Misti Davis, and the wide, knowing grin of Crystal's dorm-mate Terri behind her. "Excuse me." Misti said in a sickeningly sweet tone of voice, pushing through into the classroom, Terri trailing behind like a loyal dog, carrying Misti's books. Crystal leaned up against the wall, trying to force the burning pain from her body. She began thinking hateful thoughts about Terri, the bitch had gone and told Misti about what had happened on the class trip, giving the bully yet another way to torture Crystal. The shemale hoped that some day Terri would get the punishment she deserved for making other people miserable just so she could seem 'cool.' And that went double for Misti. With a sigh, Crystal began to walk gingerly towards her next class, plotting what sort of gross, disgusting things she'd turn the two bullies into if she had the ability. -o- "Did you see the look on her face?" Misti said to Terri with a chuckle, sitting down at their usual spots in the back of the classroom. Terri smiled, "Yeah! That was great! She's in love with the damned thing. Every time I see her she's always got a hard on. She's either masturbating or thinking about masturbating. It's disgusting. It's hideous. I'm just glad mine is as small as it is. Did you see her trying to hide that monster cock behind her backpack? She doesn't realize that she's not hiding it in the least." the sycophant said, sticking her tongue out. "She might as well tie an orange flag on the thing." Misti said with an expression of disgust. Terri giggled at the remark. "Hmph," Misti continued, "As soon as my parents send me the money, I'm going to get mine magically removed. Something looking like it does has no place on my perfect, beautiful human body!" "What's it look like?" Terri asked, rather curious. Misti scowls at her friend. "Urgh! It's not something I want to talk about!" she said as the five minute bell rang. "But if you must know it's disgustingly big. I had to go out and buy a pair of those tight shorts that keep it pressed down between your legs." the bully said, absentmindedly licking her lips. Her eyes widen as she realized what she just said. "Dammit! I don't wanna talk about it, like how it's the size of my arm from the elbow down, animalistic, with a sheath, kinda green in color. Or how the head is shaped like a spade, it looks just like this." Misti continues, making a spade shape with her index fingers and thumbs. "And it's about the same size as that, maybe a little bit bigger." the bully says in a pleasant tone of voice, not at all matching the wide eyed, horrified expression on her face. "Misti, are you okay?" Terri asked, worried. "No! I don't want to talk about my cock, how it's throbbing now, dripping with pre cum, how I want to sink it into a nice, wet cunt." Misti hisses in a strange tone of voice. "Oh Terri, help me! It... it hurts!" the bully wailed, both hand suddenly clawing at her groin. "Miss Davis, what's all the noise back there?" asked the teacher, rather annoyed, just as the class bell rang. "Fuck... need to fuck... need to cum... fill you up, Terri." Misti growled, barely audible. Terri stood up, backing away. "Th-there's something wrong with Misti. She... she's..." With a loud growl, Misti ripped her skirt and sorts away with suddenly clawed hands, her cock just as she had said, huge, thick, and bestial, tipped with a massive spade shaped head. Muscles pulsated in her legs, her body growing, the flesh swelling, becoming a brown-gray in color. Swelling breasts and a rapidly expanding, round belly ripped the front of Misti's shirt open. The transforming girl pressed up against Terri, only to be shoved away by the frightened girl. "Everybody out!" the teacher shouted, "Get the nurse!" Misti pounced on another student, sending the two of them sprawling into the aisle near the entrance, blocking the way. "No one goes anywhere!" Misti growled, "Not until I've fucked each and every last one of you!" With a number of sickening pops, the bully's legs altered, becoming digigrade, but strange looking, backwards. Thick claws ripped through her shoes and socks. She massaged her powerful legs, seemingly out of proportion with the rest of her body. The brown coloration became accompanied by scales on her hips and shins, and began spreading. Her cock, already large, begin to grow larger. Rather then muscular, her body began to take on a more bloated appearance, like she was a balloon being inflated. She thrust against the girl in her grasp, her massive cock dripping precum all over the terrified, helpless girl. Misti began to rub at her navel, a thick nub growing from it, lengthening into a second cock, more human looking. She stroked the new length with a now webbed hand, her fingers lengthening, her arms changing in shape as well. The scales covered her lower body entirely, stopping at the waist. Her cock continued to grow, now an obscene three feet in length. The brown scaled sheath seemed to be growing as well, sliding further and further up her member, the pale green-pink coloration of her cockflesh becoming less and less. It softened and became more mobile, swaying from side to side. Several girls screamed as they were spattered by streams of precum, frantically wiping it off themselves for fear they would begin to change as well. Misti's tongue lolled from her mouth, repulsively long, about two feet in length. It curled around the cock growing from her belly as it changed into a tapering, conical shape, like a tentacle, like those that suddenly erupted from all around her neck. The suckered appendages flailing about in the air, caressing her transforming body. While her legs and her massively pregnant looking belly ceased swelling, her arms continued to change, their arrangement altering into a leg-like configuration with several revolting cracks. From navel to waste a fissure appeared in her belly, widening, lengthening, forming a pair of fleshy lips around a dripping, hungry slit. The skin coloration around her breasts was changing, lightening, turning white in place. The two orbs becoming smoother, her nipples receding into the skin. A small line appeared in the flesh, then a hideous pair of reptilian eyes opened. "Oh... oh... it... it fells like I'm being torn APAAAAAAAAART!" Misti screamed in agony. It appeared that she was experiencing just that. Her head fell away from her body, rolling onto the floor, tentacles lashing frantically about. Her torso pulled away from her legs, snarling out of a mouth that had formed where her neck had once been. It hopped towards the knot of frightened schoolgirls on hideous frog-like legs, knocking one of them down, it tore at her panties with sharp teeth. Misti's legs were much the same. Feet covered in tattered scraps of socks and shoes rotated 180 degrees, the former pelvic region pivoting to reveal a fearsome saber-toothed maw with a lashing tongue. It was like some kind of two legged lizard, its thick tail ending in a spade headed cock. Misti's buttocks had vanished, her anus and vagina altering, switching places to be properly aligned in regards to her former cock, now a tail. The lizard half's tail slide up under the shirt of the girl Misti had originally pounced, it bent down, its drooling maw pressing up against the girl's face in an grotesque kiss. Slow, torturous minutes passed, teacher and students watching in horror as the beasts raped the two girls. From their savage grunts and moans, it was obvious the two creatures were close to climax. With a pair of feral roars, they came, the frog-like upper body pumping seed into the poor girl's sex, while the other shot huge jets of cum of its victim's face, breasts, and a goodly portion of the floor. The cum seemed to float into the air, creating a strange white fog. The terrified girls made a run for it, darting right by the lizardish lower body as it continued to cum, covering the girl with more goo, and making the air even foggier. As she fled, Terri felt something wet and sticky wrapped around her leg. She cried out in terror as she say Misti's tentacled head clinging to her. She stumbled, falling to the ground out in the hallway, the horrible octopus like thing crawling up her body. As she watched she saw her former friend's face beginning to bloat, her ears erupting into paddled squid like tentacles. "Help me, Terri." Misti whimpered, clinging feebly to the other girl's body with her new tentacles. "Get me out of here, get me away from those... those things! Please! Th... they're not me, they're monsters, they might eat me! Please!" Nodding, Terri wrapped an arm around Misti, getting to her feet, dashing off towards the girl's dorm nearby. Terri could lock her room and be sure to keep the things out. If Misti had changed, there could be other girls doing the same thing. -o- Elsewhere, a little ways into her art class, Crystal was quite enjoying herself. She was seated at one of the large drawing tables, Miss Wainright sitting next to her, talking about a design for a strange transformation where the victim's body would reverse itself, head and genitals switching places, the back becoming the front, the front becoming the back, the arms becoming legs, and the legs becoming forelimbs. Thankfully the table hid their erections, as well as the teasing gropes they occasionally gave one another. While it wasn't exactly encouraged, sexual teacher-student relationships weren't unknown, especially when the student had a powerful sex drive, and the teacher thought they were cute. Both Crystal and Miss Wainright, Kelly when she wasn't acting in capacity as a teacher, rather enjoyed their relationship. Though it lead to Crystal's occasional taunting as a Teacher's Slut. Across the room, engaged in sketching a piece of fruit that had bite shaped pieces mysterious keep vanishing from it, was Crystal's dorm-mate Christa. The white furred catgirl's tail twitched back and forth behind her desk, and beneath that of the student behind her. The catgirl hummed happily, her feline ears twitching occasionally. Her ears and tail were natural, her mother had been transformed into an anthro feline. Her green feline eyes were the only other trace of cat on her body. The student behind Christa giggled, the soft, fluffy cat tail tickling her legs, then slipping up further, tickling at her thighs, then... "Miss Wainright!" the student calls. "Christa keeps putting her tail under my skirt!" she says, with two handfuls of tail, trying to push it away. Christa, who had begun to purr, looks up, completely unaware of what she had been doing. "Sorry!" she said, scooting her desk forward a bit. "It has a mind of it's own sometimes." The catgirl blushed heavily as she turned back to her sketch, which was now a little bit off, as she had once more taken a bite out of the pear she was attempting to draw. Just a few moments later, her tail was back at it, under the girl's skirt and rubbing against her sex. "Oooh... c'mon, stop it Christa, as good as it feels, I don't want to cum in class. Everyone can see." "Huh?" the catgirl says looking back. With wide eye she tugs her tail forward. "I'm so sorry my mind must be else... waaaargh!" she says with a grimace, doubling over. "You okay, kitten?" the student behind her asks. "Meurgh." Christa says disgustedly. "Stomach cramps." The catgirl got up from her desk and walked over to where her dorm-mate and her teacher were sitting. "Miss Wainright, I'm not feeling very good. My tummy is cramping up and it kinda hurts to be upright. Could I go back to the dorm and la

y down?" she asked, wincing as another painful feeling shot through her belly. Miss Wainright looks over the feline, though absentminded and a bit lazy, Christa wasn't one to skip classes. "Go ahead, I'll get your homework from your other classes and bring it home for you." the art teacher says, giving Christa a four breasted hug, and a kiss on the cheek, drawing a purr from the feline. "You go and get some rest. We can do your make up work after dinner, when you won't be taking bites out of the object your sketching. Well, you might, but if you do, I'm ghoing to be strangling your with your own tail." Miss Wainright said with a grin, giving the feline a playful swat on the rump. The affection between the two drew a few stares, mostly jealous ones. There were a large number of girls that had new additions from something on that field trip, and most of them would have loved to put it to use on their cute, four breasted art teacher. "Could I help her 'study' too?" Crystal asked with a grin. Miss Wainright chuckled. "Only if you can get your project done. Now, what happens to her victim's personality when the worm starts manifesting the change?" "Well, with this one it'd be kind of a benevolent, feral fusion with the host. While retaining her original memories and personality, she feels a sort of mental dulling, making her feel friendly and loyal, kind of like a dog." Crystal explained. "All in all..." -o- Christa walks down the hall, not bothering keeping up the appearance of stomach cramps. "Dammit," she whispered, "You almost gave us away back there. You can't be doing things like that." she seems to be saying to no one in particular. <I>"Want play. Be petted. Fuck. Play with cock?"</i> said a voice that only Christa heard, entirely inside her own mind. "I know you do, believe me, I'd love to be able to do that all the time. But we can't." the catgirl explained to the disembodied voice. <I>"Why? Feels good."</i> came the reply. "Yes, it feels very good. But we need to learn things so that we can go out and earn money by ourselves. Have our own place to live, making it look the way we want, and not have Terri's nose burning perfume around all the time." the catgirl whispered. <I>"Yuck. Terri burns nose. Smells bad. Not like us. We smell nice."</i> the mental voice said, purring happily. Christa's tail came up and curled around her body, caressing a breast. The catgirl gasped softly as she headed up the stairwell, reaching down and stroking the furred length. The touch of her fingers across her fur sent thrills of pleasure down her spine. Almost from the moment she had started to grow a cock, something funny had been happening with her tail as well. Not only had it literally begun to develop a mind of its own, but it had begun to change. It was definitely almost six inches longer, and though no one had notice because of her fluffy fur, it was also at least a half inch thicker. <I>"Changes, yes. We change. Change more soon. Mother requests it. We want to change? Make so kiss each other, two cocks, two cunts, play with each other. Both of us."</I> the mental voices purred. "Oh yeah, I'd love that." Christa said, "Is that what you've been doing, those pains?" <I>"Yes. Sorry. Learning how to make change as Mother instructs. We know now, no more pain. Pleasure."</I> the voice purrs. "Mmm... good... pleasure. We like pleasure." Christa purred, slipping into the dorm. She walks right into her door, the usually open door, not at all responsive. She tries the knob. Locked. The rattling of the knob drew a startled "Eek!" from the room. "Terri! C'mon, open up!" Christa calls, rather annoyed. "G-g-go away!" Terri stutters, "There's weird creatures out there, and I'm not gonna let them in to hurt Misti and me!" Christa snorts, weird creatures indeed. She went over to Miss Wainright's room just around the corner. It had a nice big bed, and she was sure that the dorm mistress would be thrilled to see a naked, sexy, cum covered feline plaything in her bed, all dripping and eager to be played with. The catgirl was bereft of clothes in almost record timing, flopping down on the big, soft bed, curling up in the thick quilt top. Her cock had become achingly hard in the stairwell, it felt so good to have it rub against the soft material of the bed. She wrapped both hands around her member, stroking it slowly, wanting to make the pleasure last, and wanting to give her body a good coating of precum. <I>"Mmm. Yes. Yes. Rub cock. Feels good. Make bigger."</I> said the disembodied voice. Christa squealed delightedly as she felt her cock growing beneath her hands, growing thicker, longer, her balls swelling in size as well to keep up. "Oh yeah..." she moaned, "Bigger. Make it bigger. Big until it hits my tits, I want to suck on our cock." The organ soon erupted to the requested size, accompanied by an explosion of sticky precum. The pale pink length quickly found its way into the catgirl's mouth, where she began to suck on it happily. She squeezed her breasts against the slick length, tit fucking herself, massaging her sensitive nipples at the same time. A pleasurable pulse flowed down Christa's spine, and with it came a surge of growth in her tail, growing thicker and longer. Again. And again. And again. Withing a few moments it wasn't a feline tail, but a fleshy length with short fur, long and blunt tipped. It curled around, pressing against her femsex, a long wet tongue slipping inside. She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure flow through her body. As promised, each pulse of transformation felt so good. She felt her tail growing, stretching, as was the rest of her body. But it was also becoming more flexible, so she easily kept her grip on her cock. Even better, she was able to slowly take more and more of it into her mouth, inch by wonderful inch. Her breasts began to throb as well, growing, shifting, splitting. She moaned loudly as her breasts divided, two massive ones becoming four that were slightly larger then her original size. She didn't want those, but it felt so good having them, what with their new, long, teat-like nipples that rubbed against the bed deliciously. Four became eight, eight became sixteen, and Christa quickly lost count in the sea of pleasure. Her body had become a single pulsing, throbbing organ of pleasure. Even her skin felt good, short, soft white fur spreading over it. Her cock wriggled in her mouth, like a snake. The pleasure from her transforming cock was too much, she came, and came hard. She couldn't keep it in her mouth, cum dribbled down her chin and neck, thick gushes landing on her face and belly. The licking at her pussy ceased, a soft tongue sliding over her face, kissing her, then pulling away. Christa opened her eyes to look at the face of her body-mate, the wonderful friend that had shared her body and given her so much pleasure these last few weeks. Most girls would have screamed at the sight. a multiple eyed, mandibled worm-like face in front of her own. A face that was connected to her, as it was at the end of her tail. But Christa just smiled, reaching up with a hand to caress her lover, only to find that all her fingers had grown together, her entire arm beginning to shrink. "We don't need those anymore." the worm said, having it's own mouth to speak from. Christa looked over herself, her more flexible neck allowing her to look over her body. Soon her arms were no more. She watched also as her legs merged into her body. They looked like a caterpillar. All soft, fleshy, and fuzzy. With a few experimental wiggles, she found that their breasts worked much like a caterpillars feet. Any time they went somewhere from now on, it would feel so good. No, she still had arms, but they were tiny, and hard, and still changing. Christa couldn't see her head merge into her neck, and her neck with her shoulders. But she soon realized what was happening as the two bony growths that were once her arms found their places at the sides of her mouth. Mandibles, giving her a face similar to that over her other side. Her hair receded into a stiff mohawk-like shape, her feline ears becoming feathery antennae, the changes mirrored in the head belonging to her other half. Both heads moved forward, mandibles meeting, long tongues curling around one another. Both moaned as the tail end began to mirror the front. The muscles for the breast-feet altering, reversing, so they could move in either direction just as easily. The formation of a second cock and cunt brought them near to climax. Their long, flexible cocks entwined, the slick lengths slipping into the female sex at the base of the opposite. Teats curled around their opposites as the two halves pressed together, feeling the absolute peak of sexual pleasure, a body designed with self-stimulation in mind. Not needing another creature in order to have every aspect of their shared body pleasured to peak potential. The sexual caterpillar purred happily, just about the only remaining sign of Christa's formally feline form. -o- "Oh, I was so scared!" Terri said, hugging Misti tightly, softly stroking the octopus-like girl's hair. "I thought it was those monsters come to get us!" Misti snuffled softly, her suckered tentacles curled around Terri's body, holding her in place. "Me too. Oh Terri, I don't ever want to do anything like that again! It was like my mind wasn't mine, and now my body isn't! I... I can feel the other two, kind of. When I was right there, it felt like they were still a part of me, it felt so good. But it was so horrible. I can't control them at all. They're their own creatures." She sighs, holding up a tentacle and looking it over. "What am I gonna do now, Terri? I'm not pretty anymore. I don't even have breasts of a butt for people to look at. I was so pretty, now I'm a freak." "I think you're cute, Misti." the bigger girl says softly. "So tiny and small and cuddly. We've never just sat and snuggled before. I like it. I'm just sorry you had to be like this before I could feel it." "I... yeah. I think this feels nice too. I am pretty much made for it now, all these tentacles, and no genitals. At least none that I can find, you looked, right? There's nothing on the bottom of me, right?" Terri shook her head. "Sorry, no. It doesn't look like you have anything." "Then dammit, why do I feel so horny all of a sudden? I don't have anything that ought to make me feel... mmm... horny." Misti murred, licking her lips. Smiling, Terri gently lifted her friend up so they were face to face. The bodiless girl opened her mouth, allowing Terri's tongue in, her own slipping into the larger girl's mouth. A pleasured moan escaped her, though without a neck how she spoke at all was a mystery. After a few moments, Terri gently pulled away. "Oooh... that felt so good!" Misti said, eyes half closed. "My mouth works feels just like a pussy when you put something in it." "Mmm, do you want something put in it?" Terri asked, smiling. "T-terri, can I please suck you dick?" Misti asked, tentacles already making their way under Terri's skirt, tugging at her panties. "If you insist." she said, pulling off her skirt and panties and laying back, letting the octopus-girl crawl over her, suckered tentacles feeling wonderful on her bare legs. She took her top off as well, completely naked for her transformed lover, soft tentacles curling around her breasts, strange feeling suckers running over her nipples. Misti curled her tongue around Terri's modest cock, only about five or six inches or so. The octo-girl had enough tongue to wrap around it's entire length, pulling herself towards it, taking the shaft into her mouth. Her tentacle=like tongue slithered out, slipping into Terri's femsex, drawing a surprised gasp from the girl. "Ooooh, I wasn't expecting that, but boy does it ever feel good. Mmm... this is a whole new meaning to the term 'giving head' you realize." the herm girl jokes, drawing a playful tentacled swat. "Freya's tits, Misti, you're good at this. Oooh! Slow down! Oooh! Mmmm! I'm gonna cum already! Stop! I'm gonna CUUUUUUUUM!" Terri howls after only maybe a minute of the octo-girl's ministrations. For having such a small cock, Terri seems to cum a lot to make up for it. In fact there's so much that Misti can't take it all, using her tentacles to pull herself forward, using her tongue to push the cock away, so as not to get messy. To both girls' astonishment, Terri isn't coming in jets, but more like one continuous stream. Terri moans, continually bucking her hips in the feeling of the strange sustained orgasm. "Oooh, I feel funny." she moans. Misti gasps as Terri's head suddenly recedes into her head. "Oh no, not you too, Terri! You're ch-changing!" Terri tries to feel her head, to see what the changes are, but she's too weak to lift her arms, her mass seems to be flowing out of her as cum. "No!" she whimpers. "Make it stop!" But it doesn't stop, her skin begins to darken, taking on a reddish black hue, her ears shift and change, becoming large bat-like wings. Her eyes take on a solid green coloration, as all the while her body continues to dwindle away, now nothing but skin and bones, and shortly after that, no bones either. Her skin begins to shrink, bringing her cock closer and closer to her neck, finally affixing it underneath. With a series of pops and cracks, the back of Terri's head alters into a four eyed, reptilian face with a forked tongue and sharp fangs. The new mouth opens and hisses at Misti. "Fuck. Stroke cock. Suck!" it demands, headwings flapping, pouncing on the now similarly sized Misti. "I.. I can't control myself, Misti!" Terri wails from the other face. "Please, I'm sorry, this isn't me!" "I know." Misti whispers, stroking the cock shared by Terri and the monster on the other side of her face. The octo-girl moves around, face to face with Terri's original face. "I don't mind, we're kinda made for each other now, even if you do have a grumpy, horny lizard on your back. The lizard half seems content to let Terri control their wings, as long as their shared cock is being pleasured. The bat-wing headed girl wrapped her wings around her tentacled friend, while Misti tenderly curls several tentacles around Terri, the best hug the two can manage. -o- Crystal skipped happily down the dorm room hall. School was canceled for the day, and everyone was to stay in their rooms for the rest of the evening. Apparently some kind of monsters appeared on campus, and they had yet to be rounded up, and they were very dangerous. Probably not as dangerous as the chicken pot pie they served in the lunchroom, but still probably pretty fearsome. The shemale pushed open the door to her dorm complex, looking around and finding no one in the common area. Ah well, no matter. She walked over to Terri and Christa's room nearby, trying the knob. The sound of soft moaning came from inside, Terri and what sounded like two other people, one of them male. "Just so you guys know, school's been canceled for the day. Have fun in there!" she shouted, not waiting to hear the reply. She poked her head into Miss Wainright's room, there was a large lump under the covers, curled up in the middle, wriggling a bit. Knowing that Christa kept trying to perform self fellatio, it was no surprise to her. Nor was the catgirl using Miss Wainright's bed. It's where she went whenever Terri locked her out of their room, like had just happened. Knowing Christa had been given the afternoon off anywhere. Crystal saw no need to disturb her. From the wet, sloppy noises, it sounded like she had finally achieved her goal of being able to fuck herself. Her mouth at least. A quick check in her own room confirmed that Froggy was, as usual, in the shower after her second period gym class. She always showered right before lunch. And right after lunch, and then again after 4th period, then right after dinner, then right before bed. It was rather silly. But she'd be out in a few minutes. Finally she poked her head into Kirisha and Rissa's room, in a bit of a role reversal Kirisha was tied to the bed, with Rissa being the dominant one, for a little while anyway. The purple scaled girl had her lips wrapped around her mistress' cock and seemed to be rather enjoying herself. "Heya Crystal, I'd wave you in, but I can't move my hands. Or feet. Or tail. I got a bit sick of my pet's whining and decided that the best way to shut her up would be to cram a cock in her mouth. You're welcome to join in if you want. Rissa seems to have developed a rather unpleasant leak, and we need a nice, big cock to lessen the flow." The shemale chuckled, "No can do, I'm heading over to the cafeteria to pick up some food. School's canceled for the afternoon, and we're all supposed to stay in our dorms. Miss Wainright is seeing what all this is about, so I'm going to get lunch and dinner for everybody. We're supposed to stay in the dorms for a headcount, and remain in here until they find the monsters that caused all this panic and get 'em taken care of. Not that it's going to be a problem for the two of you. Any idea who Terri has in her room? It sounds like she has a boy in there, but I can't imagine her every getting any dick that isn't rubber and/or belonging to Misti Davis." Kirisha laughed, "Nope, no idea. I didn't see anybody come in." "Because Mistress was too busy cumming in her pet." Rissa said, ceasing her sucking for a moment. "Hey now, I won't be cumming in you any more today if you don't keep concentrating on the task at hand, you got me?" A muffled "Mmmhmmm." is Rissa's reply. "Anything special you guys want me to pick you up in the lunchroom?" "A hamburger for me, rare please, and another for my pet. Though how she could be hungry after having a belly full of my seed, I can't possibly imagine. Can you shut the door on your way out? I don't know if it's Terri and her friends, or Christa, or somebody else, but there's an awful lot of loud moaning out there, and it's kind of distracting from all the loud moaning in here. Quite a turn of events, huh? Me being disturbed by the sounds of people having sex." Crystal laughed and did as she was asked, closing the door behind her before heading off to the cafeteria. Rissa and Kirisha were such a perfect match for one another. Crystal only hoped she could find someone like that in her life. Preferably soon. -o- "Mmm, so how do you like being the pet for once, Kirisha?" Rissa purred the moment Crystal was gone. "Don't be so sure of that 'Mistress,' you're still acting awfully subby for someone who's supposed to be dominating." the raptor said with a chuckle. "By the way, what are these bonds made out of? They feel rather nice, no chaffing at all." "Spider silk." Rissa said with a grin, her tongue tracing down Kirisha's cock, circling the lips of her slit. "How do you get spider silk so thick?" the puzzled scalie asked, "Magic?" "Nope, really big spider." "And where did you find a really big spider?" "She's licking your cock, Mistress Kirisha." Rissa said with a grin, licking her lips. "I'm changing, I'm transforming, I'm becoming something wonderful, and I love it. Mmm... there's this presence inside of me, whispering inside of my head. It craves pleasure, and it enjoys the pleasure I give it as your pet. But it wants more, it wants to feel the pleasure of control. Of domination. It wants to change me now, Mistress, and I want it to. I want to change for you, become a wonderful, sexual creature for you. All it wants in return is for you to be our pet. Not all the time, but sometimes, just for fun." Kirisha's eye widened, and the raptoress gulped. "Y-you too? I... I've been feeling the same thing. It tells me that it wants to try being your pet, to let you control things, to let me fufill your every given command. Mmm... and I want to. I came so hard when I changed the first time, I came just as hard when I grew a cock. But I'm going to cum harder then I ever imagined while I'm yours, and we change together." The two began to gasp as the changes began. Rissa's cock began to change, growing longer, thinner, becoming a single thin tentacle. She curled it around Kirisha's own cock, moaning softly as her sex continued to change. The lips of her cunt growing outward, extending, up past her tentacle-cock. Rissa mmmed softly, rising up to give her 'pet' a view of the changes. The tentacle, maybe an inch at the base, tapering down to a point after two feet of length, curled gently around Kirisha's right breast. Rissa moaned as a second tentacle emerged from her cunny, then a third. All the while her femsex continued to grow absolutely massive, coming to a stop just below her naval. She giggled, reaching down with one hand to stroke the massive, swollen lips. "Mmm... fuck. I wish I had a cock big enough to fill me UUUUUUH!" Rissa howled as her three cock-tentacles were joined by yet another, and another, and another, and yet another. Seven thin tendrils writhed, pulling away from Kirisha's breasts, instead curling around her tail. Rissa grinned, "Mmm... it may not be a cock, but it's big enough to fill me up, and mmmm... you know how I love rubbing myself against your scales, pet." she purred. Kirisha gasped softly as her tail quickly vanished into Rissa's gaping pussy. The purple scalie's juices running down the length, coating Kirisha's sexes with their warmth, and filling her with desire. Within a few moments, Kirisha's tail had vanished completely into Rissa, her tentacles easily sliding into the raptoress' eager openings, pulling her cock inside as well, rubbing a

t the top of the gargantuan snatch. The raptoress' first change was far more widespread. Her scales began to shift color, taking on a darker shade of green, becoming shiny, becoming harder, merging together into thick plates. The raptoress now had a slightly insectile look to her with her new carapace. The change drew a pleasure yowl from Rissa, the smoothness allowing her to hump Kirisha's tail at an increased pace. "Oh fuck! Fuck yeah!" she moaned. Rissa's hands went to her own breasts, mashing them together, her forked tongue slithering out to lap at thick purple nipples. Her tongue was suddenly accompanied by two more, each originating in her palms. She pulled them away from her body, looking at the new additions, a mouth in the palm of each hand. With a soft mmm, she began to french kiss one hand with her mouth, the other suckling on a fat nipple. The changes in her hands continued her human-like nails becoming sharp claws, going beyond claws, becoming huge curved spikes, her fingers thickening to support them. Her hands were little more then inarticulate paws. The raptoress yowled as well as her arms began to change. Filling out becoming more and more muscular, far too muscular for normal arms to support, and then then began to stretch downward, her hands and fingers thickening, doubling in size. With a wet ripping sound, her arms divided, granting her four limbs where once were two. But the changes didn't stop there. The upper arms continued to grow, the fingers fusing together, her bone structure twisting, the single massive claw that her hand had become continuing to grow, adding to her insectile look. Her upper arms were now very much like those of a mantis. The silk had somehow held, keeping her lower arms bound, but not her upper pair. She pulled Rissa's hands to her breasts, placing her own claws on Rissa's tits. Neither could speak, they could only pant, moan, and yowl their pleasure. Rissa's legs began to swell, filling out in the same way Kirisha's arms had, and with similar results as a they split into, not two pairs, but three! They continued to change and shift, becoming longer, but thinner, bending differently. Her six feet became more hand shaped, and like her hands, her nails became claws, then thick spikes. Six new mouths and the tongues within were soon put to work kissing and licking Kirisha's carapace. The raptoress soon experienced a similar effect. As all her joints seemed to realign themselves, her legs began to pulse, growing much as her arms had, but adding in insectoid changes, becoming longer and thinner, more suited to a scuttling arachnoid rather then a bipedal raptoress. Her toes shifted, altering into a three part claw-like foot, sickle claws at the back of each of her four new feet. Arachnoid limbs curled around one another as Rissa's belly began to swell, quickly becoming round, then inflating as if with pregnancy, and beyond, pushing her breasts upward. Her breasts began to follow suit, inflating to become huge, beach ball sized orbs topped with six inch long, two inch thick teats. Kirisha's own body began to react much the same, her belly bloating not with pure roundness however, but instead in the four merged lobes of a massive belly-udder. Her breasts, however, began to expand in a similar fashion to Rissa's, and attained the same shape and size. Rissa's scales soon shifted to match Kirisha, becoming a purple plated carapace, though it retained the shimmering metallic coloration of her scales. She howled as she felt Kirisha's tail changing, shifting inside of her. The two began to moan, the changes nearly complete, and the fires of climax building to an explosive pressure within them. Both threw back their heads and howled, the sounds distorting from their shifting faces. Rissa's began to fill out, losing bone structure in the front, becoming rounded. Her tongue erupted from her mouth, becoming a big, pink cock. Her lips shifted, her nose vanishing, as did her eyes. Her head dropped forward, and in a few moments was a third breast atop the other two, with a cocknipple erupting from a vagina in the center of it. But the former back of her head broke away from the squishy mass, moving down between her shoulder blades. The smooth, blank area beneath her hair was quickly featureless no longer. A pair of antennae sprouted from her temples, a two rows of eyes, three to a side, appeared over a growth that pushed out into a reptilian muzzle, the lower jaw splitting into a pair of mandibles surrounding a long, tentacle like tongue that lashed in the air as she roared with climax. Kirisha's neck began to lengthen, her lower jaw stretching as well, downward and outward. A pair of yellow eyes opened on the sides of her neck, the alteration of her lower jaw opened into a toothsome maw that began to extend forwards into a second head beneath her own, her lower jaw forming the top of a crocodillian cranium, both mouths roaring their pleasure. The two strange sex creatures snuggled together, mistress and pet, in their bed, delighted with their new bodies, keenly interested in exploring them further. Just as soon as they caught their breath. -o- Crystal walked down the somewhat noisy halls of the school, a bag filled with food under her arm. She nudged the door to the dorm open with her shoulder, stepping inside. The halls seemed to be quite empty, everybody appeared to already be either off campus, or cloistered inside their rooms already. She set the bag down on the table in the middle of the room, and walked towards the room shared by the two scaled girls. She heard the pleasured moans before she was half way to the door, best to leave them be. Ducking into her own room, Crystal sighed as the shower was STILL running. Plucking a towel from atop her dresser, the girl opened the door and walked right in, intent on pulling Elena out. "Now you're just being silly, Elena. You've been in the shower all day. I swear there's something wrong with you!" she chided. "N-no! D-don't come in! I... I... AAAAAAH!" Elena moaned from behind the opaque curtain. Crystal paid her no heed, reaching in and turning off the water before tearing the shower curtain open. Down in the bottom of the tub was Elena, her body twisted into something pink and inhuman. Her arms had split into a pair of thick, suckered tentacles. Her legs had fused into the solid mass of a tail, and her head had becoming like that of a shark, filled with sharp teeth. Her cock, a prehensile, tapering tentacle, slithered back and forth across her belly and breasts, her entire body covered with her seed. Her skin was a bright pink-purple, the color of a blush, or an engorged cock. Crystal's eyes widened for a moment, then she simply reached down and with a groan of effort, lifted the aquatic-shaped girl from her place at the bottom of the tub. The merest touch caused Elena to moan loudly, her skin suddenly slick with a cum-like substance that seeped from her pores. "Oohhh... mm.... That feels sooo good, Crystal." she moaned, her tentacles caressing her skin. Her entire body had become, in effect, one massive sex organ. "Glad you like it." Crystal said with a smile, carrying Elena into the living room and setting her on the couch. "Now, I brought lunch, but I think there's something else you'd like more, now isn't there?" the girl said. Elena nodded, "Oh please, Crystal, please fuck me! I... I can't think of anything else, I just want to rub myself, stroke myself, make my whole body cum. I can't stop. I don't want to stop." the aquatic creature whimpered, tentacles stroking up and down her sides, curling around her cock, massaging her breasts. The human girl smiled, pulling off her shirt and removing her panties, her cock already hard and dripping with pre. "Oh of course! I've been waiting all day to do this..." she said with a predatory grin as she sat down, straddling Elena's tail, her cock penetrating the slit that housed Elena's femsex, right below her massive, wriggling cock. The serpentine member slid around Crystal's leg, seeking to return the penetration. "Huh? What do you... oooooh! Mean been waiting all day?" Elena asked, eyes wide. Crystal just chuckled, "You'll find out soon enough." she teased, leaning down, filling the aqua-girl's mouth with her tongue, silencing her. -o- Miss Wainright made her way quickly down the hall, glancing nervously behind her. Things had suddenly gone to hell in a handbasket. There was some sort of... transformation plague going around or something. It seemed to have affected a significant portion of the students and staff. Kelly had seen classrooms full of freakish, yet arousing, creatures that had once been normal girls, as well as dozens of unaffected girls, trapped and used to slake the lusts of their transformed classmates. She turned the corner and eeped, a girl whose belly had bloated and swollen, and split into eight thick tentacles tipped with horse cocks, with another massive cock between heavily muscled horse hooved legs, plowing into another girl who's body seemed to be adapting to taking the huge cock, and the tentacles, a row of six vaginas appearing on her back to take the tentacles, another buried in her ass, and yet another entering her mouth. She couldn't help herself, she was aroused by the sight. But she resisted the urge to join in. Kelly darted to the other side of the hall, giving the two girls a wide berth. She darted down the hall that lead to the dorms, rounding a corner into the stairwell, she tripped over another set of coupling transformees. A girl that looked like a collection of snakes engaged in orally pleasuring some... thing with frog legs, and a two legged lizard without eyes. The frog and lizard thing turned towards here, breaking off their coupling with the living nest of snakes. Miss Wainright screamed as she ran up the stairs, bursting into the hallway, making a mad dash towards her dorm, where she could lock the door. She could hear the creatures pursuing her. The frog was slow, but the lizard thing was almost on her heels. With a desperate cry she flung herself at the door of her dorm, finding it ajar. She went to slam the door, but she gasped in awe and horror at the sight within. The girls were all gathered in the living room, and all but Crystal had changed. The remaining human sat naked in a chair, the others all gathered around her. Terri was nothing more then a bat winged head with a second lizard-like face on the other side, and a large cock where her neck used to be. Laying next to her on the couch was Misti Davis, the former beauty queen now looking like an octopus with a human face, her tongue a long tentacle, holding a spoon and feeding Terri's second face mashed potatoes. Laying on the floor, recognizable only by her white fur and her purring was the giant, fat, caterpillar-like creature with breasts for limbs that Christa had become, her two mandibled heads nibbling on a biscuit held between their two mouths. Kirisha and Rissa were a pair of arachnoid monstrosities, Rissa a round bellied, bright purple spider, and Kirisha a cock-tailed scorpion. Elena had become, fittingly, a completely aquatic looking creature with squid tentacles, a shark's head, and a dolphin's lower body and cock. Two of her tentacles held onto a sandwich, while the other two stroked her cock. Her entire body seemed to drip with cum. The lizard and the frog thing pushed by her, taking up places by the couch, where Misti stroked them with her tentacles. Crystal looked up at her and smiled. "So, what do you think?" she asked, one hand lazily caressing her cock. "What do I think of what?" Miss Wainright asked, confused. "Why, my designs of course. Every single person in this school soon to be transformed into my creations, each a physical form designed for pleasure, to house and feed my little babies with their arousal and excitement. Now, no need to be afraid, come over her and kneel before your Queen." Crystal cooed. Miss Wainright knew that she should run, but she couldn't help herself. She walked to Crystal and got on her knees, resting her head in the girl's lap. Something seemed to take over her body and make the movements without her permission, keeping her held there. Crystal petted Miss Wainright's head, running her hands through the teacher's hair. "You see, I found something rather interesting on the class trip. She was a strange, beautiful creature created by a demon for a particular purpose. A beloved pet who got lost one day. I found her, and gave her a new home, inside of me. With the warmth and protection that my womb offered, she could release her spawn into me, and from me into all of you, each with instinctual knowledge of a form I imagined, able to give the gift of a beautiful body to anyone who ingests one." Miss Wainright moaned as she felt her body begin to change. Everything felt funny. Her joints ached. All the while Crystal continued to explain what was going on. "Helping with food preparation made it soooo easy. All I needed to do was contaminate it with my seed. Such a naughty girl I was, jacking off into the spaghetti sauce." Kelly cried out as her shoulders and hips popped, her arms and legs twisting into a new configuration. The 'normal' position for them had shifted, both her arms and legs straight out from the sides of her body, and bent at 90 degree angles. She fell back, held up by this strange new configuration. She stared up with horror at Crystal, who just smiled down at her. "Mmm... now that everything is in place, I can finally let the worm merge with me, and change our shared body into something befitting my role as Queen." she said with a gasp. "Oooh... time to meet the wonderful creature that made all of this possible." At that Crystal's cock began to pulsate, transforming, a segmented look to it. The coloration began to fade, becoming pure white. It began to lengthen, new segments appearing while the ones behind it fattened. Two and a half feet long and six inches in diameter, it curled and twisted, the last segments reaching the same six-inch thickness as the rest. A cluster of beady, pure black eyes appeared on the flattened cockhead, a pair of mandibles appearing, flanking the slit. Crystal leaned down and kissed her worm-cock. "Hello, lovely. It's been so long since we've truly seen one another, now hasn't it?" The worm chittered softly in reply. "Yes, of course. As you wish." Crystal said, placing both hands around her length, and began stroking up and down. Miss Wainright moaned as her changes began anew. She watched, horrified, as her four breasts sank into her body, though there was a sudden presence of weight on her lower back. She twisted her head around to see, and found that her head twisted all the way around, and hand a much wider range of vision, as her neck lengthened and became able to move in a prehensile-like manner. The breasts that had vanished from her chest appeared to have had reappeared on her back, only larger, stretching out the material of her shirt. They hung only inches from the ground. To her embarrassment her cock strained at the fabric of her pants, making an obvious tent for all to see. She felt her face... melting. Eyes, nose, and mouth moving downward onto her featureless chest. Her head began to shrink, her hair falling out, her neck continuing to stretch. Miss Wainright was suddenly blind, deaf, mute, and without sense of smell. After a few moments of mental terror, there was light again, but no sound. As she gazed upon what had once been her face, her eyes and mouth now a trio of vaginas centered around the clit that was once her nose, Miss Wainright recognized what she was becoming. Top to bottom, back to from. Head to tail. She was becoming the very creature that Crystal had been drawing in art class! She knew her vision came from a single eyeball at the end of a narrow, flexible, whip-like tail. She also knew what else was coming. An expansion of her shoulders and biceps, taking on the rounded curve of buttocks, claws sprouting from her fingertips, her palms and fingers becoming longer, her thumbs becoming almost nonexistent. Her feet went the other way, claws sprouting, the main mass shortening, the toes elongating. Sound returned to the world as she felt something stirring in her loins, trying to push it's way outward. The bulge made by her erection vanished, quickly replaced by one larger, something that lashed from side to side, trying to break free. Mmm... it felt so good. So much better then her cock had before. So good she didn't want to fight anymore. Why would she want to fight? Queen Crystal was her mistress, and kind of her mother. She would take care of Kelly, pet her, play with her, make love to her. All the things a worm-morphed creature like her could ever want or hope for. Mmm... the scent of her own arousal, the sound of fabric being rubbed against, the feeling of the need to cum. With a chittering growl, a worm-like head tore through the crotch of Miss Wainright's pants, the physical manifestation of the worm that had transformed her. Thick cum dribbled from its vertical mouth, small horns studding it in place of mandibles. Crystal reached down and petted the head of the creature. "You look so cute, Kelly-pet." she whispered, pulling the worm-like head down to her worm-like cock. Kelly's head twice the size of the cock. Kelly's mouth opened, allowing the worm cock to slide in. The creature purred softly, it was time to be fed. Her single human eye half closed in pleasure as her mistress fuck-feed her. The Queen was happy. Her human half now able to create physical manifestations of the beautiful creatures that filled her mind, and her worm half with a loving caretaker who would provide her spawn with homes to occupy. It was time to take on their own form, the one that both had spent so much time dreaming about one day being. The color drained from Crystal's skin, leaving her flesh pure white. Hair, lips, nipples, nails, and eyes became a glistening black. Her body began to grow, growing larger, growing more muscular, growing more powerful. The smallest fingers and toes vanished from her hands and feet. The nails on her hands extended straight outward, tapering to needle-like points. Stingers for an insectoid queen. Her toes shortened, becoming tipped with thick black claws. Her legs reformed with a series of pops, becoming digigrade, specifically like a raptor's. Crystal had always admired Kirisha's legs, and those beautiful, sexy sickle-claws. Claws that were now her own. Her breasts grew, attaining basketball sized. Her nipples grew wider, and then split, each one becoming three four-inch long teats, the black tips dripping with white milk. Two more clusters of three teats appeared on her chest, the flesh beneath blossoming into a second pair of breasts, slightly smaller then the pair above. "Oh yes! Oh, it feels incredible!" Crystal moaned, her hands finding their way to her breasts, squeezing them, causing cascades of milk to trickle down her body. Crystal moved to the floor, keeping her cock buried deep inside Kelly's throat, kneeling as she thrust into the warm, wet depths. The reason was soon made clear as a massive, muscular tail erupted from Crystal's backside. Her tail ended in three cock tentacles, surrounding a stretchy cunt that could admit nearly anything. Crystal had sacrificed her original femsex to make sure the worm stayed safe, unable to be removed without cutting into her. There was no longer any worry of that, as it no longer occupied just her womb, but her entire body. A line of additional cock tentacles appeared on her back, running from the base of her tail, to the back of her head, each tipped with the cock and balls of a different animal, sized largest at the top, and smallest at the bottom. She had a cock to fill every cunt. Horns grew on her head, a pair of bull's horns at the sides, and a second small pair of slightly pointy nubs at the temples. A feature very common to literary demons. Though she wasn't a true demon, she did have similar transformative abilities, though it took weeks for the larvae to mature to a point where it could make changes. Crystal wasn't complaining, however. Her ears grew, taking on a triangular shape, then moving up to the sides of her head. Pretty kitty ears, then they split, giving Crystal four beautiful feline ears. She left her face alone, leaving it mostly unchanged. There were a very tiny tweaks in the shape, and the addition of fangs and a three foot long, four inch wide tongue were more internal features. The next change took place on her back. Massive draconic wings, the membranes laced with veins in an insectoid design, erupted from her shoulder blades, allowing her to fulfill the dream of flight that Crystal had yearned to live out for so long, and that the worm missed without the presence of its creator. With a snarl the Queen came, pumping Kelly's throat full of seed from her expanded melon sized balls. Pulling out, Crystal's transformation completed itself, he skin quickly covered in thick, soft, snow white fur. "Mmm..." she purred, "The real me is finally out for all to see." All eyes were on her, all of them waiting for her word on what to do. Elena, Misti, Terri, Christa, Rissa, Kirisha, and Kelly, her friends, her lovers, her mates, her pets, her subjects, her children, all waiting to act on her word. "Now that everybody's been fed," Crystal said with a grin, "I think it's time we go see how the others have progressed, and hopefully..." The Queen licked her lips, "Find some unaltered humans to play with."

Title: Take Comfort Now by Squirrel Tags: Bat, Character Development, M/F, Mouse, Romance, Sci-Fi, Squirrel, Tie, Vaginal, Wolf AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is the Series Finale ... of 'Luminous' ... The wolf's teeth razed through her fur. Nip, nip ... nipping her. The chipmunk, on her back, sinking into the sheets ... gave little chitter-huffs. Paws clutching to the fur on his back. Arms wrapped round his back. Pyro slid his hips forward ... giving a whimper. Stopping. Swallowing ... nipping at her neck. Dotna lolled her head to the side. Pyro's paw fished for her own, and he brought it up ... to his muzzle. Where he sucked and chew-chewed on her fingers. On her paw. Gently. So gently. So that she felt the pressure, but ... so that it never, ever hurt. He would never, ever hurt her ... They were in their bed in their housing unit. The central air system ... humming ... (but, as was the case ... not entirely working). The two furs going slow. Taking their sweet time. Loving the warm, warmer ... warmest ... touches. Caresses. Glances. Oh, loving ... ... in the middle of this afternoon. And the wolf could howl at climax ... without being ribbed for it. All the other furs were at the arboreal gymnastics competition. A bit deeper in the forest. The wolf and chipmunk, however, not being squirrels (or having a squirrel for a mate) ... and not being the type to be able to sit still (for such a thing) ... they had stayed behind. They'd quickly found a way to pass the time. Pyro drew a breath ... humped. Slowly, softly ... in a missionary position. His welling knot beginning to press to her. Slowly, slowly ... moving. Oh, such teasing! How it teased him ... to have to move this slow. But he had to lull her with the pleasure ... had to lead up to it. It was always a tad painful when the knot slipped in. After a few seconds, her body would adjust, and the pain would go away, but ... " ... oh," Dotna sighed. Fur lightly matted with sweat. Fur brown and striped with darker colors of brown. Tail a brushy wire ... not as thin as a mouse's. Not as thick as a squirrel's. And her whiskers ... ... Pyro was licking at her whiskers. His tongue lapped at them. And it made her shiver. The whiskers meant for sensing the air. For sensing things. Sensing only his breath, his tongue, his ... presence. It made her feel all hazy. The wolf started growling from the throat. It ... oh ... felt so good. So sensitive. So wet. So hot. And he couldn't hold back from humping harder, and ... as always (as happened every time), the knot slipped in as a result of his lost control. "Uh!" was her yelped grunt. And he put her paw and arm aside (her arm going back round his back), and he bit on her ear. Leaving slight indents ... with his teeth. Nothing permanent. They would fade in a few minutes. But, oh, he had a biting fetish, and ... as he growled from his throat, he moved away from her ear ... and began to nibble on her lips. Not with his teeth, no. Lips were too delicate for that. He nibbled with his own lips. Lips nibbling lips. Oh, sweet wetness ... "Huh ... oh," the chipmunk breathed. As she strained. As she flushed. As she went limp. They were tied, but the wolf ... wasn't done yet. It wasn't over yet. Tied ... so that his seed would be sure to enter her and STAY in her. Nature's way of making him a good breeder. But they weren't genetically able to have a child ... but they took great pleasure from the ability, all the same. The wolf had a sheath and a knot ... ... and the chipmunk had never been with a fur who'd had both those things. Or, really, either of them ... oh, to have found a mate like him. With his red, red eyes and his powerful nose, and his ... sense of humor. And his ... well, everything. To imagine he'd come from another universe! She was mated to (and making love with) a fur from an entirely different universe ... (and Dotna still not knowing, for Pyro had never told her ... that, IN that mirror universe, Pyro's mate had been none other than Assumpta ... but that was a different Assumpta than the one here ... but, still, Pyro had told neither femme about that part of his past ... hadn't even told Field ... ) ... Pyro humped ... sensitive. Huffing. Hump ... the knot stretching her, keeping them stuck together, but not preventing the wet friction of flesh and muscle. Not preventing him from inching them both closer and closer to their reward ... Dotna chittered. What a sound ... chitters! High-pitched and quick ... and squeaky ... and so soft. With a rat-a-tat-tat precision ... chitters ... The wolf's tail wagged with a wish-a-wish-wish ... in the air above his rump. Quite pleased ... oh, quite pleased ... "Oh ... oh ... " Hump ... hump ... "Hum ... um ... " Dotna's breaths became shorter, quicker. She was close. Close ... ... closer! The wolf so much closer. Whining in that wolf-like way. As he ferally rutted her (or tried to ... his humping was shortened by the knot). "Mm ... mmm ... mm!" Almost, almost ... ... there! There. "Ohhh ... ohh," was all Dotna could do. The sheets stuck to her furry, matted back. And her legs (spread ... with foot-paws digging into the backside of her mate's body) ... they tingled with the spasms emanating from the source. Her femininity in heated, waving spasms. In leaking spasms. Pleasure. Oh, pleasure ... oh, was that what this was? Or was this love ... acting like some kind of hallucinogenic drug? How did anything feel like this? Oh ... who knew, but ... who cared? It did, and ... ... the wolf growled with satisfaction. Nose flaring. Body going limp as he sowed with a twitch-twitch ... twitch. Spurting ... and little, little sounds escaped his throat. The cutest sounds. Dotna, eyes closed, hugging him, breathed, breathed ... and was the first to speak. "Oh ... I, uh ... oh, Pyro," she said. Well, at least she'd TRIED to say something coherent. But ... best wait a few more minutes for coherency. Pyro nuzzled and licked at her ... tongue on her neck, her cheeks ... panting hot, wet breaths. "Oh," was her flowery exhale. And Pyro breathed deeply, stopping his actions ... so he could simply lie on top of her. Hug her. Protectively. Possessively. In the wolf's own universe, he'd been prey ... in this universe, what was he? What was he becoming? He didn't know, and ... it didn't so much matter. As long as he grew ... with her. As long as he found out ... with her. Through her. As long as they grew together. Was that not a wish of all mates? There was a pause ... ... and Pyro, angular ears cocked and swiveling, whispered, "Did you feel that?" "Mm ... yeah," she squeaked out. "I felt it ... " A clutching hug. "No, no ... heh ... " A toothy grin. "Yeah, no ... I mean ... there. There it is again." "What?" She blinked. Still tied with him. Still sweaty and ... smelling of wolf-fur. And him smelling of her. Still basking in the glow of their yiff. The wolf's red eyes (which were a bright color ... his eyes, she'd come to observe, were a different color red ... depending on his mood) ... his eyes darted. "The ground. The floor ... it's ... moving." "What?" she asked again. The wolf grunted, pulling back ... and huffing. Stuck. "Heh ... um ... " A shy giggle. "Mm ... relax, darling. Come on ... " Her paws on his shoulder-blades. "Settle. Down, boy ... " A toothy grin. "Mm ... think you can tame me?" "Oh, I tamed you months ago," she assured ... with playful confidence. "Well ... heh ... alright. You win," he said, settling back down. Laying with her. Nuzzling with her. As they breathed and nipped and kissed and ... mm ... Until, eventually ... his knot began to loosen, and ... " ... there it is again!" He grunted and ... with a pop! ... slipped out of her, wolf-hood dangling, wet and glistening (and retreating into its sheath). The wolf hopped into his shorts, and ... left the bedroom. "Pyro," Dotna called, with a hint of worry in her voice. "What is it ... " She pulled on a long, plain t-shirt (which went down past her waist). She padded out of the bedroom. And saw Pyro at the front door, squinting, looking out ... into the grassy area in front of their housing unit. "What?" Dotna whispered, coming up behind him. Standing on the tips of her foot-paws. Looking with him out of the window in the middle of the door. "There's a ring of dirt around our ... house," Pyro whispered. "Well, half a ring ... and it's growing." "I don't ... what ... " "Like someone's digging a hole," he said, squinting, opening the door. Going outside. Dotna followed. The furs were all at the gymnastics do, so ... no worry about being seen with only a shirt on. (And, Pyro's wolf-hood was still bulged enough to be seen through his shorts). And both furs, though curious, a bit nervous ... neither was scared. She was a security officer, and he came from a universe of darkness. They had both faced greater dangers than a ring of dirt ... ... but, all the same, Pyro got down to paws and knees, all fours ... his powerful nose (stronger than any nose on the Luminous crew) probing, probing. Pushing to the dirt. Sniff-sniff ... "Anything?" Dotna asked, standing over him, looking around. And feeling a slight rustle-rustle in the ground beneath her foot-paws. A bit unsettling. Like giant worms were tunneling beneath them. "Pyro?" A growl, and ... the wolf brought his paws up ... and smashed, punched them down on one of the dirt-piles. Flinging dirt away. Punching, digging with his claws (which weren't meant for digging). Dotna was about to ask if she should get her phase pistol, but ... a beep. A beep-beep. Proximity alarm. Coming from her computer pad. All the furs had rigged their computer pads (very slim, very portable computers ... which were all tied into Luminous' main computer core) ... to alert them if the ship's sensors picked up anything, or ... and her pad was beeping. No one else was in the settlement, so ... she scurried back inside. Grabbing her pad. Eying the read-outs. While Pyro's paws penetrated the tunnel that was being dug beneath the dirt ... and grabbed fur! Squeezed! Causing a squeal ... and a squirm, but Pyro grabbed onto the warm, wriggling thing with BOTH paws, and growling, he pulled it up through the dirt ... Dotna, a bit shell-shocked, padded back outside, swallowing. "Pyro," she whispered. "I caught a mole!" Pyro said proudly, in pure wolf-like fashion. The wolf covered in dirt and soil. Fur already matted with sweat (and yiffy fluid). He was panting, panting ... and the mole (visibly shorter and stockier than the wolf) shivered, tucked into a protective ball ... big digger paws and feet ... exposed. It was whimpering blindly. Dotna eyed the mole with curiosity, but said, looking back to her pad, "We're being hailed ... by a ship." "A ship?" "A furry ship," she whispered. "A prey ship." Pyro tilted his head quizzically. "They say they've come to take us home." The senior staff (and their mates) ... came to be, two hours later, assembled in the conference room back on Luminous. The windows in this room stretched along the entire wall. And showed the bright blue sky. Showed that inverted sea, and how, today, it had no islands (no clouds). And the grasses and grains, and ... the trees ... went for miles. Oh, redemption could be found ... just along the way. Just over there. Wren, sitting at the head of the table, squirmed ... got out of his seat. He could never sit in chairs for very long. He went to the window, paused, and ... came back. Standing in front of the rest of them. Leaning forward, paws on the smooth, gray surface of the table. And he took a breath and explained, "He says his name is Advance ... Captain of the Solstice." "Didn't know there WAS a Solstice," observed Rella. "Well ... there is." A sigh. "Apparently, after we wiped out the bulk of the furry fleet ... and the predators sent us into exile ... well, the prey didn't like it. I don't know. Advance says that ... Admiral Silver was ousted nine months ago." "Ousted?" asked Field. "Poisoned," Wren elaborated. "No suspects. But ... the prey overthrew the Council. The Council was made up of ... ALL predators. The prey demanded to have equal representation. And they got it. Civil war was averted, and ... things are more stable." "So ... " "So, the Council's newly-appointed prey members ... took over construction of a new fleet. More Wabash-class ships," he said, of Luminous' ship-type. "And other varieties. I don't know ... don't know the details. I only talked to Advance for twenty minutes. But ... Adelaide was in the room with me. Out of view. She read his mind over the comm line." Wren looked to the pink-furred bat. "He was telling the truth," Adelaide told everyone. "I mean ... he wasn't lying. He's a mouse. So ... it wasn't too hard for me to make a connection with his mind. But I evaded detection." "So, why's the Solstice this far out?" "Well, she's a new ship," Wren said ... " ... a deep-space exploration vessel. Like Luminous was intended to be," Wren said, voice trailing. Intended to be. Before everything had ... gotten swept away. But, thinking back ... and thinking now ... he wouldn't have had it any other way. Oh, swept away! A blessing ... it had led to so much. So much that wouldn't have happened otherwise. So many friendships and mate-ships and discoveries and lessons and ... "Were they TRYING to find us?" Dotna asked. "No," said Wren. "They stumbled upon us by accident. There are no furry ships this far out. They were mapping the system, and ... found us parked here. So, they hailed, and ... they want to bring us back into the fold. With the prey holding more sway in the government, and with the predators' licking their wounds from all their recent, stubborn defeats ... and with news that the Arctic foxes threw up a white flag at the snow rabbits ... the tide is changing. Our exile has been rescinded. Advance wishes to escort us home, and ... he assures we'll be greeted with parades and medals and ... bolster the confidence of all prey. He believes that our return will make the predators' realize our mettle. That we'll earn their respect and further ease tensions ... that we've been gone for so long that ... any lingering fury about us ... will have long dissolved." There were eye-darts. There were blank gazes. Some staring at the table. Others fidgeting. "I, uh ... I know this is our home. I mean, this ship is our home, but so is this planet ... we worked really hard to get here. We sacrificed a lot of ourselves to ... find and make a home for ourselves. We went through a lot," Wren said. "I know that ... and I can't ask any of you to leave here. I mean, Advance says one thing about going home, but ... by this point in time, I know all of us had given up ANY hope of going back. It was like ... dealing with a great loss. Our home, to us ... was dead. We grieved. We moved on. And ... to un-bury it and go back ... it wouldn't be the same. But ... it IS home. Our families are there. Our ... where we were born. Each of our species. Other furs. You know, it's ... I know the need for that is beating in our hearts." There was silence. Wren stood up a bit straighter. Whiskers twitching. Ears ... swiveling. His bushy tail flickered a bit, and he took a short breath. And sighed it out. "I was the first rodent captain, but I'm ... obviously no longer the only one, if Advance is any indication. So, I mean ... and Adelaide says he's telling the truth. So, I know it's safe to go back. But ... do we want to?" was his question. "Wren," Field whispered, eyes watering ... unable to look at the squirrel ... "Field," he responded ... sighing. Wishing he could hug the mouse. His friend. Oh, his friend ... the mouse welling up ... because he already knew Wren's personal decision. "I'm, uh ... " He looked to the others. "I'm going back." A weak shrug. "I mean, this is my ship. I'm her captain, and ... I love this ship. And ... they want her back in the fleet. I can go on missions again. Help my species again. Be a part of greater furry society again. Travel to worlds and ... it's what I've always wanted. To captain a ship and be in the stars, and ... you all know I've had the hardest time settling here. I've had the hardest time letting go. I ... they want me back. They want her," he said, of Luminous, "back. And I'm gonna go." Rella whispered quietly, "I don't really need to say that ... I'm obviously going with you." She swallowed. Sitting next to her mate. Fishing for his paw. Squeezing it. Wren nodded with ... gratefulness. Not that he'd doubted his mate would stick with him, but ... he hadn't wanted her to do it ... because she felt she HAD to. He wanted her to feel comfortable going back with him. And, from her quiet, supportive reaction ... she was. It made him feel better ... "I guess ... you want our decisions, then?" Pyro asked. At a hush. Wren nodded lightly. Squirrel tail flickering. "Yeah," he whispered back. Quiet. Whisker-twitches ... tail-snakes ... And Juneau, fumbling with her own tail, saying, "Um ... we're going, too. We'll go ... too," she said. Of her and Chester. "I tried. I've really tried. You know? To unplug myself ... but I can't. I'm an engineer. I wanna be on a star-ship." She looked to Chester. The mouse nodded. "And if she's gonna be keeping this ship running ... I wanna be the one piloting it. Can't trust just any-fur, you know, to ... steer her." Whether the 'her' was Juneau or Luminous, it wasn't clear ... and though Chester loved nature, and had really begun to love it here ... his loyalty was to his mate. And he missed their little 'breaks' in the shuttle-bay. He missed ... having dinners in the mess hall. Missed that kind of life. That kind of regularity. That kind of routine ... that serving aboard a ship gave you. It ... it all didn't matter. He knew how badly she wanted to be doing her job again. And he supported her. And would go with her ... More quiet. "Well, uh ... " Denali was next. "You all know that I never really wanted to be the ship's doctor. I mean, Kody might've been a bit unhinged, but ... he's not the type I was ever gonna be good at truly replacing." A swallow. "Ketchy's ... gonna have a baby soon, and ... our baby. And ... I've seen what dangers lurk out there. And I know we'd be going home, and ... I mean, we would have the support of our home, the furry fleet, and ... we wouldn't be alone out there. I know that would make such a difference, but ... no, I can't. I can't go ... we can't," he said. Ketchy nodded quietly. Saying, "We want to stay and settle. I love this place so much. And ... I'm one of those furs, you know, that ... I can't go back." Wren nodded. Ketchy squeezed Denali's paw ... "I cannot go back, either," Assumpta declared. "Although the crew's banishment, the ship's exile ... is now rescinded ... my personal banishment from predatory society will never be revoked. Predators hold grudges. They tolerate things ... when they have to. But it doesn't mean they like them. The rift between predator and prey will never go away ... it is a natural dissonance. I am a fur ... caught between worlds. A predator who loves prey. Who wishes to be like prey. I have taken prey ... as my mate. I ... have been among you too long. To go back, I would ... it would bring things back to the surface that I do not wish to see again. I ... " A breath. "I do not wish to go." "Neither do I," Azure whispered, joining his mate. "I mean, you all know that I had a ... well-off upbringing. But, here, life is humble, and ... there's something spiritual about that. I don't know. I just ... and I know the kind of pain Assumpta would be in if she went back home. And, to be honest, I would ... it would pain me, too. I mean, I feel my soul's become better ... by being here. I stay with my snow leopard. I love her." Assumpta's eyes felt ... wetter. She blinked and ... stared at the table-top. She had never cried before in her life. She was not going to start now. Not in front of her friends. But Field had no inhibitions about public crying, and ... the tears were streaming silently down his cheeks. He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his paws, speaking in quiet, airy sniffs. "Mm ... um, I ... I ... " He squeezed his eyes shut. I'm so damn weak ... but he couldn't help it. The emotional mouse ... had no family. Had left home without a family. And then had lost his home, too. Had lost everything. And ... had found it all. Had found it all again. In Adelaide. In the other furs. His friends. In the ship. In Luminous. In ... their journey. He'd found it all again, and ... it was so much better than before. A sniffle. He opened his eyes, which were reddened ... which darted. He lowered them, saying, with a deep, stabilizing breath, "I feel ... like I'm losing a part of my heart. Each of you that goes," he said, briefly looking up. "You're taking a part of my heart with you ... " His whiskers quavered. And he raised his nose to the ceiling, breathing deep. Sniffling. Lowering his head and continuing, "Keep that part of my heart with you ... please. Don't lose it." A sniffle-sob ... ... resulting in Ketchy starting to cry, too. Assumpta watched the emotional display with an empathetic gravity. Adelaide wrapped a pink, winged arm around Field, pulling him to her. The mouse leaning, eyes closed. Sniffling. Going quiet. And the bat continued for him, "I think it's, uh ... " She was feeling his emotions. All of them. On top of her own. "I, uh ... there's no question that Field and I are staying. Our daughter, and ... no matter what Captain Advance says, things back home aren't rosy. You know, it's ... all those wounds? All those strains? They didn't heal when we were gone ... the bulk of the power just happened to shift to the prey ... but how long will it remain that way? How long before the predators get angry enough to wrest it back? I ... the tension, and ... my species was hunted to near-extinction. We're not endangered anymore, but ... I have no family I wanna go back to. Neither does Field. Too much pain, and ... but ... we have a family here. In each other. And our baby, and ... " She realized she was rambling. "Field and I are ... religious furs. Artistic furs. This unfettered nature is ... such a medicine. Such joy. I ... I almost lost him." Her voice broke. "And, back when our mission first started ... he almost lost me." Speaking of the time Luminous had been surprise-attacked by space pirates. "And ... " A sigh. "I feel like I have to justify this ... with everything I can think of, but ... we want to stay. We don't wanna go," she said, stopping. Field, nose in her fur ... not caring that he looked so dependent and submissive (for, after all, he WAS) ... he was biting down on his tongue ... to keep himself from obsessively-compulsively apologizing to Wren for not wanting to stay with the ship ... Adelaide soothed her mate with pleasant mental waves. Trying to calm his breathing ... until he'd stopped sniffling. Until he sat up, holding his own tail in his paws. "Guess that leaves us," Pyro said ... breaking the resulting silence. And he looked to Dotna. "The rest of you, I guess," he said, looking to his friends, "have strong reasons for wanting to stay ... or strong reasons for wanting to go. But I don't think me and Dotna have a strong case for either. I mean ... but, you know, I'm not even FROM this universe. I was adopted by this crew." The wolf flushed with gratitude. "I, uh ... I owe you furs everything." Quickly glancing around the room. And eyes resting on Assumpta, and ... darting away. Resting more comfortably on Dotna. "I've been through a lot. We all have ... but I ... I need to live again. To rest. I don't know." Dotna nodded. "We'll stay," she said, finishing for him. Wren breathed, slipping back into his seat. Nodding. Looking tired. "Alright ... if this room is any indication, I'm betting ... a good two-thirds will stay behind. A third will go back." A breath. The sunlight coming through the window ... warming his back. His tail. And he sighed. Closing his eyes for a moment. Breathing. Feeling Rella's presence beside him. And he opened his eyes. "The settlement will still need a chain of command." He looked to Field. "Field, I'm ... giving you a field promotion to ... Captain." Field sniffled, smiling at the squirrel's cheesy pun ... knowing Wren had worded it like that on purpose. To get him to smile. "So, you'll be the equivalent of the furry governor, as it were. A Captain ... with no ship. But ... you WILL have all four of Luminous' shuttle-pods. We can get more when we get home. No doubt we'll be polished in Space-dock and retrofitted and everything. You can use the pods to explore the rest of the planet ... or go into orbit. To move things. To just ... for power. Whatever. You'll have your own little fleet of pods." Field smiled shyly ... having stopped his crying. Nodded quietly. "Alright," he whispered. "Adelaide, I'm promoting you to full Commander ... the rest of you ... mm ... I can't give promotions to EVERY-FUR ... heh ... mm ... but I think all of you trust Field and Adelaide, and ... I think the settlement would benefit from their leadership." The furs nodded ... ... gave Field smiles ... ... agreeing. Wren took a breath. Nodded. "Okay," he said, smiling a bit. "So ... what else ... " He considered for a moment. "I'll leave you spare food processors, all the technology you'll need to keep the housing units up and running ... and, no doubt, furry ships may start passing through this system now and then. Might check up on you. If they're starting to map this part of space, but ... all the same, I wouldn't expect much traffic. This is still really far from home ... but you can be our deep-space furry outpost. Solstice is going to dump a class-three satellite in orbit. It'll allow you to send sub-space signals back home ... so, you have a tether to us ... if you ever need help. It'll take anyone a while to get here, but ... I mean, you'll be heard ... just ... " The squirrel trailed. "What about the moles?" Pyro asked. "I caught a mole," he told everyone. "Oh, I talked to him," injected Rella. "They were afraid of us ... they wanted to dig hollows under the settlement. Cave some of the housing units in. They were hoping to scare us away, but ... I talked with him, and ... let him go. Told him about us, and ... why we were here. And ... so, you should be hearing more from the moles. They've agreed to make an official first contact," Rella said. "Looks like you'll have some allies. They might be able to help you get through the winter, when it comes," she said. "But they're very prey-like, so ... I mean, once you get over any communication problems, and ... should be okay ... " "What about our housing unit?" Pyro asked. "It's on semi-solid ground now!" "They've agreed to fix it," Rella said diplomatically. "But ... you sort of freaked that mole out, Pyro. You'll have to be really nice to them." "I'm always nice!" the wolf defended, red eyes sparking. Dotna hid her smile. Wren was out of his chair again. He padded about. Stopped. Went to Rella's chair, standing behind it. Paws on her shoulders. He looked at his senior officers and their mates ... taking a breath. Saying, "I, uh ... I've come to find," he said quietly, "over the past year and a half ... that the destination is so, so important. It's what we work for. It's what we live for. The destination. But ... as cliched as it sounds, you really can't reach the destination without journeying. The journey MAKES the destination ... worthwhile. And this journey we've been on together ... it's ... when we all reach wherever it is we're going. When we all get to whatever it is we're wanting. When we're older, and looking back, or ... when we're in heaven," he said ... " ... I, uh ... " He swallowed. Breathed deeply through the nose. "When we reach our destination ... or destinations. When we reflect back on the journey of life, I believe ... that our journey together will ring clear. Will stay sharp in our memory. Will shape us for years to come. Wherever our futures take us, and no matter what happens to us ... we'll always have the journey." The squirrel smiled ... with apprehension. With sadness. With ... anticipation. And he reached forward, extending his furry, brown arm ... and his clawed squirrel paw ... putting it out on the tabletop. Rella stood ... putting her paw on top of his. The other furs quietly picked up on the cue, and ... soon, twelve furry arms, twelve paws ... in a pile. And twelve sets of eyes (in various emotional states). Wren closing his eyes and whispering, "May God bless this crew ... Luminous ... means 'bright or shining ... especially in the dark' ... " A shaky breath. And he forced his eyes opened. Made himself look at all of them from so short a distance. The warmth they were all giving off ... so comforting. So hard to break from. Paws still in a pile. Still all touching. "But it's my honest belief that, though the ship is named Luminous ... it wasn't the ship that shined most brightly. It was her crew. You furs ... " A sniffle, and ... though captains weren't supposed to cry, Wren did, anyway. Quietly. Swallowing. A sniffle. A weak smile. And he finished the prayer with, "May the Holy Spirit protect us ... may our Savior bring us home. Wherever our homes may be ... " A pained breath. A lump in his throat. "Amen." "Amen," Field echoed weakly ... ... and the other furs nodded, and ... echoing it back ... ... and the paws retracting, and ... the furs filtering. Starting to chat. Juneau asking Ketchy to take care of her gurgle-goo (which she felt needed to say on this planet, its home). Pyro trying to explain his over-enthusiastic capture of the mole ... Adelaide nuzzling Field (who'd suddenly found a name for the settlement: Eveningland ... for evening was the promise of rest and hope ... after a long, weary day). Wren watching them all. The sun still coming through the window. The middle of a day. Still time. Still hope. Nightfall. Luminous hadn't yet left ... she would lift off in the morning, and ... with Solstice at her side, would warp for the six-week journey back home (at maximum speed). That's how remote this planet was ... Luminous, in its nomadic flight ... had ended up this far out. It was after midnight, and ... Adelaide's eyes blinked open. And her feelers went out. And her paws physically felt beside her. Field wasn't there. And ... she sensed he was in the sparse living room. On the couch. And she slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Field's shirts ... and padding, half-bare, to the bedroom door. It swished open for her, and she paused in the entryway ... blinking the sleep from her eyes. The mouse was on the couch. Akira (seven-month old Akira) ... in his arms. The mouse patting her back and, eyes closed, whispering her a lullaby ... Adelaide listened ... throwing up mental shields ... so that the mouse wouldn't detect her standing there, watching him. Afraid that, if he knew she was watching ... that he would be too embarrassed to keep singing. She wanted to hear him sing ... "Wouldn't be the first time ... love made a fool of me," the mouse whispered, in quiet, quiet sing-song tone. Singing an old lullaby ... a mouse song. Adelaide had heard the tune before, but never the words. "Wouldn't even care," Field continued, holding his daughter warmly in his arms. She'd been crying. Adelaide had been so tired, and ... Field was a lighter sleeper. He'd heard her, and ... had come out here. Had tried to rock her to sleep. And had begun to sing her lullabies. The soft sound of his voice ... " ... but now you're here to see," he whispered. "It comes as no surprise ... just leave the light on ... " Adelaide breathed slowly, quietly. Angular, swept-back ears ... lulled ... "What I wouldn't give," the mouse whispered to Akira, still singing in quiet tune, "if you could have it all. The sun that's goin' down ... the bed that breaks the fall ... the cradle and the bough." A breath. "So ... you can take comfort now." Another breath. And he put his lips to the mouse-bat's forehead. Kissed softly ... her soft, soft fur. "You can take comfort now," he promised her. Adelaide's eyes watered. Her vision blurred. "Sometimes, a heart can break ... and make its own relief." A tiny, soothing squeak. "The way a cold, dark night," he sang, "invites the fire thief. He wants to show us how ... " Gently rocking the baby. Gently. "So ... we can take comfort now. We can take," he promised, "comfort now." An exhale. "Just leave the light on," was the sung prayer. "Leave the light on," he asked of God. Repeating, a final time, "Leave the light on ... " Adelaide's quiet sobs ... her mental shield failing. And Field's sensitive, dishy ears swivelled. He looked up, blinking. "Adelaide," he whispered. Flushing. "Field," she stuttered. Walking weakly toward him. Knees wobbling. She sank next to him on the couch. Leaning her head on his shoulder, the tears dripping. She sniffled, trying to stop. "Field," she said again ... not really knowing what she wanted to say. Just ... saying, "Field ... " The mouse's own eyes watered. Her crying was going to be contagious ... She breathed, breathed ... and sighed deeply, opening his blurry eyes. Stopping, and ... smiling ... " ... darling," she whispered. "Thank you." "For what?" he asked. Akira was now asleep in his arms. So gentle, reflecting each of them ... born of each of them. A result of their love. And evidence of ... hope and life and ... renewal. "For just ... being you. Just being here. Just ... " A breath. "For everything." The mouse flushed, gently giving the baby to its mother ... ... Adelaide, beaming, took her. Sniffled. "Hey," she whispered, fingers brushing the baby's sleepy cheeks. "Hey," she cooed. Field, sitting beside them, watched them ... the both of them. The two most important femmes in his life. The two most important souls in his life. "I love you," was his easy, breathy whisper. "Both of you ... I ... love you," he repeated. Adelaide's pink, feminine eyes met his mousey blue-greys, and ... she leaned forward ... gently tilting. Gently kissing. His eyes gently closing. And they parted ... and leaned their heads on one another. Until Adelaide stood ... and put Akira back in her crib. And went back to the couch. Extending a paw to her still-sitting mate. "Come to bed?" was her loving, soft request. A shy, warm nod. And he took her paw. And she led him to his rest.

Title: Meeting Ed Harris Tags: ed harris, actor, straight, limo, fangirl, fiction, fantasy, oral sex, autograph, hairy chest When I'd first heard that my favorite actor, Ed Harris, was coming to my hometown to film a scene from Westworld, I'd pretty much thought of nothing else, only that a long-held dream of finally meeting him in person might be about to become reality. I'd tried to get my best friend, Lexi, to come along as well, but she didn't share my enthusiasm for Ed. "He's old...and bald!" was her stock response. Sure, he's a good 30 years older than me, but that doesn't stop him from being hot! And plenty of bald men are hella sexy. Oh yes, I've loved Ed for a hell of a long time. It pretty much started over 20 years ago when I first watched a little-known movie on TV called Knightriders. Just watch the first five minutes of that and you'll see what I mean. What hair he lacks on his head he makes up for on his chest. Shit, the fantasies I've had about running my fingers through that chest hair! And don't get me started on Apollo 13...well damn! A large crowd had gathered to watch filming take place. I heard that the crew were signing autographs and followed the crowd backstage. I wanted to go and ask Mr. Harris if he would sign something for me, but as usual, my crippling shyness prevented me from approaching him. I knew he was an incredibly intense sort of guy -- watching any of his well-known roles that became evident. Ed both scared and aroused me at the same time. I was content to watch him from a distance, as he stood, talked, laughed and mingled with the common folk of the town. He really took the time to meet people, which was so nice of him given that he'd just done a whole day's filming. Slowly, the crowd began to thin out and the actors wandered off into small groups, signing autographs. I knew I should go and call for my ride home. It was getting late. Before I could leave, though, a shadow crossed over me and I glanced up in time to see a very familiar face smiling down at me, one brow raised slightly, "Are you waiting for an autograph?" he asked, with that silky, sexy voice of his. I could only blink and stare. He looked so handsome dressed in a white shirt and black slacks. His shirt was half unfastened, giving me a glimpse of that carpet of chest hair. "Hey, what's the matter?" he teased, and touched my shoulder lightly, "Cat got your tongue?" No, you have! I thought, feeling my face blossom into what I was sure looked like livid crimson blotches. Damn my fair complexion! "Um, no... I mean...sure...thank you!" Sure? Thank you? What the fuck, Katie? You sound...deranged! Ugh... "I'm sorry," I said, as I handed him a 8 x 10" inch photo of him as Gene Kranz in Apollo 13, and watched as he held it to a nearby wall to scrawl his name across the front in black ink before handing it back to me, "I didn't mean to sound all...fangirlish..." I rolled my eyes at this and to my surprise, he laughed. "Don't worry," he said, turning gracefully to wave at a group of people who were just leaving, "It happens more often than I'd like, actually." I'll bet! I thought. He was pretty much the star in several women's daily fantasies. Including, I thought with another blush, mine. I was watching him through the corner of my eye, not knowing what to say to him. I'd never been good at public speaking or talking with people in real life very well. Online I was the most talkative person you'd hope to meet. Social media was one thing. Real life completely another! "Are you waiting for someone?" I heard him ask, and realized that we were suddenly nearly the only people left. Slowly, in groups or in twos, everyone had vanished. Save for a few people milling around a nearby trailer. "Uhh...not really," I said, mumbling like a nervous little kid at their first day at school. He gave me a look with those intense blue eyes, "I know it's...a bit presumptuous of me, but I'm on the way to a little get-together," I blinked again and waited, not ready to believe what he was saying, "And," he went on, "Since you don't seem to have any plans...how would you feel about coming along with me?" How would I...? Was he serious? I could only nod before he reached across to take my hand. "Sure!" I smiled, hoping I didn't appear too eager. After all, it wouldn't do for him to start thinking; "Oops, stalker material. Better ditch this one!" I followed him outside where his limo driver was waiting. A sudden rush of thoughts flooded my mind as to what the hell I was getting myself into here and was my name likely to end up on just about every gossip site from Gawker to the National Enquirer? Well that was a risk I was willing to take. I'd never been a girl who lived dangerously -- until now. My town being the size it was, people pretty much kept to themselves. If a famous person showed up, most of the town members were polite enough to give him or her room to breathe. A few people gawped as we climbed into the car, and I saw one older woman hold up a smartphone before the door closed and the car began to inch forward. Seated next to me upon the plush velvet upholstery, Ed appeared relaxed and at ease. It was a totally different Ed than I was used to seeing in interviews. He just seemed calmer right now than I'd ever seen him before. As if he was only free to truly be himself off-camera and out of the sight of the public. In fact, sensing my nervousness, he leaned over and began to tell me some of the most off-color dirty jokes I'd ever heard until I couldn't help but crack a smile and, covering my face with my hands, I erupted into giggles. Ed didn't hold back on getting in a few digs at James Cameron, regarding The Abyss. "I thought discussing the A-word was off limits," I said, aware of the horrendous filming experience that movie had been and apparently he'd vowed never to talk about it. He made another quip about drowning and I couldn't contain myself. "That's better," he said, once we'd stopped laughing, "We're not heading to a funeral. It's quite all right to laugh. Relax," he said, drawing one arm about my shoulder, "I won't bite you, you know!" Oh, that voice! How could he ask me to relax when he was doing things to me that even I couldn't explain. He asked my name then and I told him. Miracles of miracles not stumbling over my words! I had a really difficult time speaking out loud. He drew away from me for a moment to look at me in the glow of the overhead light he'd switched on. I was wondering what he was looking at. "How old are you, exactly?" Oh, great. I was curious as to how long it would take before I was asked that question. The one question that everyone asks upon first meeting me. And, as usual, I couldn't help but give my standard response; "Guess." "Well, I am hoping for my sake you're over twenty-one!" I smiled at this, and raised my eyebrows. "Twenty-five?" he ventured and I shook my head. People have mistaken me for sixteen before. Between sixteen to early twenties. I looked extremely young and, depending on my mood, could behave either extremely young or my own age. "Okay, I give up," he said, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture, his blue eyes twinkling, "how old are you? And no lies! I know how you women are!" "Okay, no lies," I agreed, "I'm thirty-one." "I don't believe you," he said, as I knew he would. No one ever believed me when I told them my real age. "Seriously?" I nodded, "Seriously. I can show you my ID if you'd like..." "No, no," he laughed, "That's not necessary. You're pretty lucky you know. When you're my age you'll look years younger!" Ed reached out to the seat in front of us and pressed a button. I watched with interest as a mini-bar opened up and he offered me something to drink. I smiled but was at a loss as to what to ask for. He seemed to sense my discomfort and told me not to worry. I didn't ask him what he'd given me. I didn't ask a lot of things. It was enough to be here, so close to him, in the warmth of the car on this pleasant March evening. I could really care less if we made it to the destination or not. I only wanted this ride with him to never end. I drank a bit more and felt the heat rushing to my face again. Something that happened whenever I drank, and began to feel a little bit light-headed. Part of me worried that an irate Amy Madison would be waiting to thump me when the limo stopped. I usually avoided reading celebrity news, but had heard rumours that Ed and his wife had separated on amicable terms. They had been together a hell of a long time and I'd been genuinely surprised at the news. I don't know exactly how it happened, but I found myself blinking at him, smiling, my drink held halfway finished in my hand. I wasn't drunk, just a bit buzzed. I think the alcohol's effect enabled me to lose much of my shyness. I would never had reached out to stroke his face. I thought he would move away from me, perhaps catch my wrist and place it back onto my lap. To my utter shock, and I must say, excited pleasure, he smiled, asking me if that had eased my curiosity. Hardly, I thought, but shrugged, instead, starting to apologize for touching him without permission. It was rude of me, I knew. "And such a...fangirlish thing to do," he said, using my word from earlier, and it took me a moment to realize he was teasing me, "Right?" I nodded, and he took my glass. "Good, I just wanted to be sure." "Sure?" "That you can't say I got you inebriated before attempting to seduce you Katie," he said, catching me totally off guard. It was the last, although I can't say I'd never thought of it, thing I'd have expected him to say to me. The very last! I didn't know what to say to this announcement and started slightly as I felt his hand upon my lap, his fingers squeezing the flesh of my thigh through the thin, dark material of my favorite skirt. "You're very attractive..." he said, near my ear, his breath a whisper to tickle my skin. I knew I was passable, but I'd never have called myself very attractive. But, if Ed Harris wanted to believe so, who was I to disagree? I heard my own soft moan as he drew me towards him and nibbled lightly at the side of my throat. All I could think was, "Wow...this is totally...random..." But, oh, my God. His tongue was tracing circles near my ear as his hand began to drift beneath my skirt, drawing the fabric upwards to expose the peaches and cream of my thighs. I tensed and wondered if we should be doing this. He began to whisper in my ear words that made no sense, but which left me weakened and, yes, aroused. I couldn't stop myself any longer. With a whimper, I gave into my own desires. After all when was I going to get another chance? This could never happen again, I knew. I drew my arms upwards around his neck and he lifted his mouth from my throat to capture my own in a soft, tender kiss that became more frenzied in a matter of moments. I met his kiss, powerful and experienced, with my own, less experienced one. My tongue joined his in a timeless dance trying to keep up with the pace he was setting. I was panting by the time we drew apart, and my cheeks burning from either the drink or my growing feelings of sexual excitement. We looked at each other for a moment. Just for a moment. Blue eyes to soft hazel. I reached out and clutched his shoulder. I couldn't seem to get enough of his mouth, tongue and the taste of the drink on his breath. My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt and I wanted it out of the way. Feeling his own hands begin to carefully undo the buttons of my own raven-hued blouse, I groped at his white shirt until it was unfastened, and that glorious thick chest hair of his was mine to explore at last. I wriggled out of my blouse and tossed it aside. "Come here..." he said, softly, huskily, and guided me onto his lap with a press of his hand against my side. I shivered as I felt the hardness of his cock through his pants, and felt myself begin to dampen in response. I leaned back a bit as he kneaded my full breasts with his hands, bending forward to slide his tongue across my nipples through the silky fabric of my bra. Reaching around, he unhooked it and it drooped from my body, allowing my breasts freedom. He began to suck and nibble upon first one and then the other, causing my pink-tipped nipples to grow rigid and soft, sweet sounds to escape from my throat. As I ground my hips against his own, I felt his hands drawing my skirt up higher until his hands touched the bareness of my ass. I caught the surprised expression which flicked across his face as he lifted his head from my breasts and said, quickly, "Don't ask!" before he could. Knowing that the driver couldn't see, nor hear us...or at least, I hoped that was the case...he moved me from his lap and eased me down upon the seat. Thank goodness the limo's seats were large. My legs parted as he settled himself between them, and I met his mouth with my own passionately, feverishly, my hands trying to be everywhere at once. He trailed a series of wild, nibbling kisses across my chest, paying homage to both of my breasts until they were aching from his attention, downwards to flutter across my stomach. I felt him brushing my thighs a moment before he removed me panties, parted my wetness with a finger and dipped the tip of his tongue between the folds of my womanhood. I cried out and bit my lip, throwing my head back against the seat as he swirled his tongue across my clitoris, sucking and biting gently. "Oh God, Ed..." I couldn't stop myself from moaning loudly as I felt his tongue replace his fingers and he pressed it inside of my warmth. I writhed against him continued to taste me, sucking at my juices as I drew nearer to climaxing by the moment. Before I could come, however, he pulled away from me and, still stroking my sex tenderly with one hand, began to whisper within my ear all the silly little endearments women want to hear from a man. I felt myself clinch against the finger he'd pushed back inside of me, his other hand still stroking my clitoris, coaxing me to orgasm. I felt myself peaking and came with a sudden, body-shaking scream, trembling on my way back down, only to peak again as he had not stopped touching me; huskily telling me, over and over, that he wanted me to come again...and again... I knew I wanted more. I needed more. I reached for him, groping for him until he laughed and seemed to take pity on me. He sat up a bit to undo his pants and I watched him pull his out his rock-hard dick. Every bit as impressive as I remembered -- ladies and gents if you've been lucky enough to see an old unedited VHS copy of Swing Shift, you'll know what I'm talking about. Ed reached between us while sucking on the side of my neck, to position himself at my entrance. Entering me slowly, I cringed a bit due to the fact that I knew he was large, but he was gentle, for which I was thankful. "Are you all right?" Ed asked me, and I nodded, shivering, bucking my hips to meet his own before he relented, and with a groan, sunk his cock deep within my core. I convulsed around him, squeezing involuntarily as he began to be move inside of me, gently at first, and then faster, eagerly. As he pumped harder, he pressed my knees upwards to gain the deepest entry and I began to scream, cry and whimper all at the same time, my hands tugging at his shoulders, then clutching his face as I drew upwards to taste his mouth once more. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, slowing his pace as he turned from my mouth to dip his face into my hair near the side of my throat. I could hear his ragged breathing as I continued to meet his thrusts with my own. Biting down hard, suddenly, upon my neck, he sped up his thrusts and I felt him stiffen above me, his teeth digging into my skin as I felt him release his cum deep inside me. As our mingled fluids seeped from my pussy, he breathed heavily against my ear and I slowly felt myself drifting back down to earth. I began aware of the limo slowing down and he sat up, reaching down to hand pick up my discarded bra. He handed it to me and I took it without comment. We dressed in silence, I used a few napkins from the mini-bar to clean up with. "We seem to have arrived," I nodded, feeling the car's movement cease, and he said, "Ready?" Not in a million years, I thought, running my fingers through my hair. But I nodded, knowing I must look a sight with my eyes all wide and my cheeks all flushed. "Don't forget this," he said grinning as he handed me the signed photo of himself from earlier. I took it and he drew me from the limo, turning to greet someone rushing towards him with a hug and a peck on the cheek. Afterwards, I drifted away from him at the party, content to sit on the sidelines and watch, warmed by glow of the party, the drink I'd been offered upon arriving and the sheer magic of the evening. An evening that I knew, no matter how old I became, or how senile, would remain with me as my once in a lifetime encounter.

*Caution : story contains derogatory statements and eventual comeuppance- character's shortsighted mindsets do not reflect my own in any way* John was a poster boy for masculinity, huge muscles, a bristly short beard and stash, he drove a sports car and was on the winning side in all his highschool and college sports teams. That however did not help him when it came to finding a job after all that was said and done so he was in a rather sour point in his life, as janitorial work was the best he could find at the moment. When it came to pushing mops he was considered as good as anyone else, or lower by some arrogant passerby's, and he was used to being above the general people- his ego wasn't having a good time. Occasionally he would try to flirt with women who came into his workplace as customers but was met with giggles at best- none would take the flirtations of a janitor seriously. His inner anger and the unfair judgements of others toward him because of his job did not go unnoticed. A beautiful woman quietly observed him through the large front windows of the office before slipping in and approaching John. He sighed, assuming she was a customer just looking for direction. Her hair was golden curls and her eyes a dark ocean blue, and her bust stretched her collar low enough to reveal a line of cleavage. She started with some less than subtle flirtation right off the bat, and John immediately seemed to brighten up, and looked like he was undressing her with his eyes. After spending his break time speaking with her, he asked if she wanted to go out with him for coffee after his shift ended and she agreed before slipping back out of the store. With a smile and nod to herself she hurried off to prepare for later. In the middle of the afternoon John headed out, hoping the woman would be there on time- the last thing he wanted to do was to wait around outside his job longer than absolutely necessary. Sure enough she was there right on time- it looked like she had just arrived. They went to a nearby coffee place and started talking. John wasted no time getting his complaints off his chest, going into a long winded rant on his job. The woman took it in with good humor, understanding it was frustrating for him. When she did cut in finally to ask him about himself other than his job, he switched over easily enough but she still could barely get a word in! She tried to break it up by jumping in when she had a similar story but he always reverted to his own. After a seemingly very long time, he reached the end of his coffee and stories. "So, what sorta things you into? Besides buff guys, heh." She smiled and rolled her eyes. "And some girls too. But, I like a lot of-" "Woah, wait, your lesbo?" She paused for a moment, needing to process his butting in. "Uh, bi I believe it's called, I do very much still like guys. I like a bit of everything~" John slowly pushed himself back from the table. "Woah. Uhm...sorry but I don't think this will work out." She was just bewildered and wondering if he was kidding. "Why, because I have occasionally slept with other women?" "Well, yea, but I just don't work around you sort of people. There is a fag at my work always trying to talk to me. I just know he's trying to hit on me or something, its fucking gross. Sorry, you're hot and all, but...". John shrugged and walked away leaving the woman where she was alone. She was completely stunned by what he had said. Her face got progressively more and more red as it sunk in. By the time the server arrived asking if she would like the tab she could only nod to avoid venting her emotions accidentally. Even with her mouth closed you could hear her teeth grinding. Not only did John leave her, he didn't even pay for his own coffee! A black sheep boy appeared in the seat where John had been sitting. "See, this is what happens when you try to be nice to people, Arcane." Her iris momentarily flashed a golden color in fury. "Now isn't a good time Occult." "Mmm, it is for me, that was mildly amusing. I think I am going to go mess him up a bit now." "He's mine!" Occult was surprised but then his smile returned and grew wider than before. "Oh my, I fear for the person who actually pisses you off. This will be fun to watch." Early the next day John was actually woken up before his alarm went off, which would normally be impossible. He opened his eyes slowly, not wanting to move never mind get ready for work, but when he seen a petite woman with huge breasts standing by his mirror his eyes opened wide quickly enough. She had platinum blonde hair to her shoulders and baby blue eyes. Her breasts were probably E cups and since the rest of her was so petite they looked ridiculously massive! Best of all she appeared to be wearing only a shirt that was too big for her- one of John's shirts, and her rack was so big the front was lifted far enough out that he could see her mound in its shade. Her hair was a bit messed up as if she had just woken up as well. She smiled and winked at him when she seen he was awake, but John spoke up first. "Uh...hi? Uhm....who...are you again?" "Damn baby, you really were drunk last night huh? Bet you aren't hung over though right? I told you that stuff prevented hangovers!" She seen he was only more confused by that. "You got smashed since work called you and said you had the next few days off paid because of some accident there. Then you met me and, well...he he he." She walked seductively to the end of his bed and started to crawl up on top of him. By the time she put her hand down by his crotch there was already a stiff rod waiting for her to use. She got no resistance from him when she yanked back the sheets to see his dick swing up to point at her crotch. She dragged her mound along it and when the glans popped into the soft flesh just under her clit she rocked a bit causing it to roll on the underside of her clit before she pushed her hip forward and slid down the shaft, taking it fully in one stroke. She rocked her hips back and forth several times before she started to bounce on him, but when she came down she came down hard. She hit hard for being so small! He actually had to ask her to let up a bit, and she explained that it was her large breasts. She also explained that she was able to change their size at will, and by request reduced them to half their size! She kept a close watch on him while she rode him, falling forward so her small hands were on his chest and her now small pert breasts were a foot off his face. On all fours her long full strokes turned to short and quick ones and when she seen he was likely ready to blow she slid off. He groaned but she only smiled and stood up off the bed. "Hey...where do you think you're going?" She giggled. "Well, I can't ride it like that." His eyes followed her pointing to his crotch to see himself soft again. He was still very horny and needed to get off, but was completely limp, and he couldn't figure out why. The girl slipped out of the room while John attempted to revive his boner but could not. He felt weird in his head as well and he could not put his finger on it. His thoughts were slow and fuzzy, and his whole body felt off- like his body and mind had become slightly detached from one another. He tossed his housecoat over his shoulders and wandered out to find her again. She was in the kitchen buttering some toast. John quickly explained that his erectile problem had never happened before. When the girl turned to him again she looked different, but it was subtle enough that he had a hard time figuring out just what it was. A careful eye would have noted the presence of an Adam's apple. He looked at John allowing him to see her chest was totally flat now, though the man's nipples were visible poking through the oversized shirt. John asked why 'she' shrank them away completely and the man just looked at him confused, lifting the front of the shirt enough to reveal his average length but very thick penis hanging below. Though clearly male now, the person's voice remained unchanged. "You must have been really hammered last night. You...really thought I was a woman? But I thought you were only into other guys?" "W-what?! I...oh god, what? I am not into guys at all!" The man looked hurt. "But you sure seemed to have fun last night..." John vaguely remembered rubbing and touching the night before and in retrospect it did seem like a very good time, but he had no idea his partner was another male! With his thoughts so muddled he couldn't tell those memories apart from dreams either though. The man got together his things, got dressed and left without many words after that, and while John did not actually tell him to leave he also did not stop him. John was not sure he should have let him go, he was terribly confused with a lot of things. The one thing he did know though is in spite of his lack of turgidity, he was still very pent up feeling and needed to get his mind off it, now that he no longer had a partner. Had those blurred memories of the night before really been him? The body matched, even though it was clearly a guy. He would have been disgusted at such thoughts before, but having actually felt it he was having a hard time harbouring such feelings now. Was he actually bi? With a nod to himself, he decided that since the balls were not touching it would be fine- he didn't know it was male anyway. He got dressed and left with no particular destination in mind, just hoping a walk in the cold air would help him get his mind out of the gutter. While walking in the frozen air of late January he encountered Larry from his job! He waved at him and quickly dashed across the street without even thinking of looking either way when crossing. He struck up a conversation that was quite possibly the worst attempt at small talk ever, with some painfully terrible flirtations. Larry was just confused, John always avoided him or gave him dirty looks, and now he was all friendly? The first thing Larry did was ask him what he wanted, assuming John was in some sort of trouble and desperate enough to ask Larry. John very awkwardly, after rewording himself mid-sentence several times, asked Larry in a very roundabout way if he wanted to go out. Larry was never secretive of the fact he is gay so there was no mistaking what John meant by going out, but it was so out of the blue that he had to ask to be sure, and look around for hidden cameras. Not only was being asked out of the blue like that a long shot, but John was less than nice to him before. Larry did not need to think about it for long to turn him down, shaking his head at the strange attempt before hurriedly walking away. John admitted to himself that his proposal was badly delivered, but he didn't know how to hit on other guys! He was a bit surprised at himself, he did it sort of on reflex. He cursed under his breath at the embarrassment of being turned down so bluntly by Larry. Being gay, if anyone could help John figure things out it would presumably be him, and if it turned out he isn't bi and it was just a weird happening- he could dump him. In that thought though he realized he failed to get his mind off of last night, and was still very horny. He was fortunate enough to spot on the way back to his apartment, the boy from earlier was standing in a bus stop looking rather bored in the shelter. John wondered why the guy was standing so seductively when no one else was around but when he really thought about it- the guy was standing normally. On one hand he was weirded out that he was making that sort of mistake about a guy, but on the other hand, he was pretty feminine so it did sort of make sense. He did feel a bit bad about how the guy had to leave, and wanted to get to the bottom of last night. Most importantly though he needed to be rid of the pent up feeling in his groin! He approached the guy no less awkwardly as he had Larry, and very offhandedly apologised for earlier. Even though it was the cheapest excuse of an apology, the guy smiled anyway. John lead him back inside and asked a lot of questions about the night before- the resulting answers sounded like lines from an over the top fan fiction. John shook his head, still confused and admitted he didn't know what to do from here. The man smiled at him and told him to just get comfortable and let him be the guide. The man pushed him back into a laying position, climbing on top of him and unbuttoning John's shirt with his teeth while unzipping his pants with his hands. John let him lead completely, only moving enough to let him remove the clothing. The man gently kissed his chest, working his way down, gently playing with his balls. First John tried to imagine him as a woman but figured at this point it didn't really matter. He blushed when the man gave his dick a few tugs but it still defied logic and failed to erect. The man shrugged with a smile and said it was a good thing then, that a male's pleasure center was elsewhere then. John did not much care for that idea, but was desperate at this point and reluctantly rolled over onto his hands and knees. The guy smiled, grabbing his butt and admired his soon-to-be prize. He entered slow and steady, pulled back slow, and then thrust in hard. John's face went bright red as he unintentionally moaned out loud. He had never tried anal of any sort so this was his first time having his prostate targeted. The mans balls slapped loudly against John's, and John just closed his eyes and focussed on the feeling. It did not take long for John to reach his much needed climax but the other man took several more minutes, and by then John felt like another climax was slowly on its way. Panting, the man fell back onto his butt and John sat down on his, half turning toward him before speaking up. "That was crazy. I had no idea I was...you know." "Heh, well if you never experiment, how would you know?" His voice was deeper and manly now as well. John's voice was lighter now because he was still out of breath a bit. "Are you...? You became a lot more buff." The guy looked himself over, confused. "What? I am the same as I have always been. Besides, you have only known me a couple of days!" "But you looked sort of...feminine before." "Uh, sounds more like you than me man." The man pointed past him to the mirror on the back of the door. John looked at his reflection and seen it was true! His thighs were big and round like his butt, his pubic hair was clean shaven now and his skin much more soft looking. His facial hair was gone too! He looked more like the way the guy did, and the guy looked more like John had. He was tremendously confused again. Did he really always look like this? How could his appearance change? He stood up and walked up to the mirror to examine himself closer- it definitely was him in the reflection. Looking over his new figure turned him on again. The man crept up behind him and gently caressed his hips from behind, admiring the reflection himself over John's shoulder. With his chin resting on John's shoulder he whispered into his ear. "Looks like your boner is cured. Why don't we put it to use?" John moaned unintentionally and agreed. The man lead him back to the bed and laid back on the end of it. John was hoping he would lay the other way but found himself enjoying the view of his somehow still hard cock. When John moved to enter him however, the man held him back with one of his feet, talking in a diminutive tone, telling him he would have to earn it. He gave a slight motion toward his own erection implying John would suck it. The idea seemed gross and not at all something he would be caught dead doing before but the cock was very good looking, and John was terribly curious what it would feel like in his mouth so his hesitation was short lived. He pursed his lips and pressed down on the stiff rod, pushing on its purpling head with his lips several times before popping it in, tugging back a bit when his lips fell just past the corona and onto the shaft. He slid slowly farther down, rolling his tongue over the urethral bulge. John could feel the man's heart beat through the pulsing of the veins along the shaft. He went far enough down that the hot round glans bumped the back of his throat each time down. John thought about pulling off just as the man was about to cum, but when it started to pulse more violently and the glans hardened to its stiffest he couldn't bring himself to release the shaft, but instead pressed his face as far down as it could go- feeling the guys balls nestled around his chin. Rather than spit, he reflexively moved his tongue around to taste the first jet of hot sticky love, and when he found out it didn't taste that bad at all, he swallowed it all. The man pulled out when he was done, still connected to John by a sticky strand of ejaculate but John licked it up and gave the head of his cock another few finishing licks for good measure. The man smiled and nodded. "Good boy, now show me how gay you are. Stick it in me- willingly stick your dick in another man." John had a distant thought that he shouldn't do this but couldn't think of any reasons why not, and he wanted to get off again. He brought his cock up from down low to get under the lazy hanging balls and pushed into the guys hot pucker. He reveled in the feeling of the guy's hot sack slap against his crotch and the now chubby cock bouncing around with each thrust. John eventually bent over him placing his hands on the bed so he could feel even more of the man pressing against him. Even without the cock and balls within his vision he still seen them in his head, the motion was hypnotic. When he came, he came so hard his vision turned white for a moment, then he seen stars before finally fading back to normal. The guy chuckled warmly and said he needed to step out for a moment, and went out onto the apartment balcony. John lay there on the end of the bed trying to catch his breath. He felt odd, but couldn't get his mind off cock, he wanted to eat more cum! When the guy came back in a few minutes later it was in the form of the girl John had seen back at his job! He was waiting on his knees on the foot of the bed like a loyal dog waiting for dick, but confused at the appearance of the woman who entered. "H-hey, why did you step out?! Why are you a woman? Turn back, I want more!" She raised a single brow. "Uh, I stepped out to smoke a fag, and what do you mean why am I a woman? I have always been..." She smiled, thinking he must be joking. "You were...a guy?" "Uh, damn you must have been real drunk. I didn't think you were...one of those bi people." "Huh? I am...I am not bi, I am gay! Be a guy again, this isn't funny!" "Woah, OK well, I am a woman, and, now I am a woman leaving. Have fun with whatever weirdo fantasies you want by yourself, fag." She was quick to leave, and slammed the door behind her. John's eyes glazed over and his heart ached. Why did she say those mean things? What happened to the buff hunk he was with only a few minutes earlier!? Larry turned him down earlier as well- where was he going to get dick now? He wanted more! To fill his hands, mouth, butt- to rub his own shaft against another, he wanted to be buried in dick! Suddenly he let out a long moan as a strange feeling came over him. His whole body felt tight, inside and out, and his penis felt...hungry? He was terribly dizzy and fell to all fours, but not before noticing he was actually getting shorter. His skin seemed to tighten and become even more smooth, and all the inward pressure on the rest of his body reversed onto his chest. The result was immediate- his nipples became bright pink and stick out more erect than ever before and circles of fat formed under them, his lost mass finding a new home as fat on his chest. They grew so quickly they obscured his vision of his penis and balls shrinking and pulling up into his body. The 'hungry' sensation in his genitals became too much and he reached back to press his hand onto them only to find an actual opening to stick his fingers into where the indent between balls was. His actual balls had retreated into him and his scrotal flesh pinkened and fused to either side into plump labia. Foreskin became the hood as his glans became a clit and his shaft inverted to form the muscle ribbing of the vaginal passage as he became a she. It was only when she sat up to examine herself better that the sheer weight of the huge breasts made themselves apparent, and she noticed her now much, much longer blonde hair. She had been turned completely into a woman? But wasn't she always a woman? She had a hard time remembering, but she did know she needed to find some thick man meat! Arcane took her hand off the other side of John's door once she was done. Occult just shook his head at her from the other side of the hall. "Aww, so close." Arcane cocked a brow at him. "What's that supposed to mean, sheep boy? I gave him all he had coming to him." Occult shrugged. "Maybe, but you folded at the end. He was figuratively boned at the end if you left him male because the only gay male he knew already brushed him off like the flake he is. You made him female, now with those party-sized fun bags he can pick up whoever." "Yes, and her unquenchable hormones will make sure she does, and I have made her abnormally fertile." "Oh..." Occult let that sink in a moment. "Oh my, that is evil. Sometimes I forget you were the one who taught me this stuff."

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, blowkiss, decompression, revenge Text: Fleur hugged her knees, eyes languishing on the various needles and gauges set in the gray metal walls, and gave another long, heartfelt sigh. Fully twelve atmospheres remaining, by what she could tell. Or, by a more relevant metric, a half-dozen more hours steeping in ennui inside the tiny decompression chamber. She should be grateful, she knew. Relish a bit of boredom after the mishap earlier that day, from which only quick reactions and some impressive new technology had saved her. But that was the sort of thing that happened five hundred feet beneath the surface. That was part of the thrill. Free diving on the world stage was daring, dangerous, exciting. Risky. Nine hours in a steel box with only a bare cot and a jumble of spare tanks and fins for company was none of those things. Still, she had to smile a little. When her sponsors had trotted her out in that revolutionary new wetsuit, they were all about slogans and safety margins, cutting-edge science and national pride. A girl could survive a meteor strike wearing it, they'd said, and Fleur had to believe them. The tight weave seemed practically bulletproof. And thought it left her movement unimpeded, some thing or other about the way it squeezed her body was supposed to make the bends a thing of the past. Naturally, then, she accepted it, not as some boring safety measure, but rather as a sleek red license to push the limit flatteringly trimmed in blue and white. And push it she had. She liked to think she really could have snatched that record right back from her stupid, smug competitor – Natali's face swam before her, the bane of her competitive career, the stupid smug look she gave as the press swarmed around to play up the rivalry – if her ascent balloon hadn't torn open 180 meters beneath the surface. She'd made it up on emergency air without dying horribly, though, which was a miracle in itself, even if it meant almost half a day lounging about and waiting for the tortuously slow decompression cycle to finish. Just in case, of course, they told her as they sealed the door between them. She lay back on the cot, closed her eyes and sighed again. She dreamed of tomorrow's cool, blue depths. Imagined herself sliding into the light-starved abyss, leaving Natali floating jealous in her wake. She cracked an eye suddenly open, looked around – had something moved? Probably, she decided, looking pointedly at the pile of equipment she was pretty sure went against one code or another. And on the subject of legalities, was there even anyone else still on the boat? The captain himself would be out on shore by now, unless that one night had been a particularly lurid dream. Not that she really cared about rules and regulations. She sighed again, a lungful that would fill a phone booth at normal pressure, and flicked her eyes over to the nearest gauge out of habit. Not a hair under twelve atmospheres. No surprise there. But - was it her imagination, or had it actually inched backwards since she last gave it a glance? No, she thought, that was just the boredom speaking. She felt like a student again, sitting in school and swearing they'd invented clocks that jumped back five minutes whenever you looked away. She closed her eyes again and she heard another movement, except this time it was loud enough to recognize a faint, echoing quality that meant it wasn't coming from inside the chamber. Another glace at the gauge, and – twelve and a quarter? She sat up, legs hanging off the cot. "Is someone there?" No answer but another muffled clink. "Who-" she paused, closed her mouth and listened. Something that wasn't a tap or a clank. So quiet she felt it more than heard it, but it picked gradually up. When she could hear it properly she recognized it easily as the slow, subtle hiss of rushing air. She stood and walked over to the equipment in the corner, but none of it seemed to be leaking. The dial on the wall was pointing to thirteen now. That was too much. Way too much. A leaking scuba tank couldn't do that. Her pulse picked up as she called out again, but the only response was a freshening hiss. There was no doubt now, the chamber was refilling, taking in air until it was back up to where it had all started. Had the cycle somehow reset? She checked the panel of buttons and levers on the wall, but she didn't know quite where to start. She wasn't a techie. She was a rising star, the diving prodigy, the Blonde Beauty, the French Mermaid. All she could really tell was that the needles on the pressure gauges were moving backwards, and that they weren't moving slowly. Fourteen atmospheres, they showed, then fifteen, then seventeen. That was... she recalled the simple conversions she'd learned. Diving ten meters was equivalent to adding one atmosphere. One atmosphere worked out to about fifteen PSI. She watched the needle push past eighteen and keep on moving. That was 180 meters, right? That's where it had started, where it should have stopped. But the needles kept on moving. Nineteen, twenty atmospheres. She looked down at herself, slid a trembling hand down the front of her wetsuit. That meant 300 PSI inside the chamber. Inside her. She could blow a Macy's parade attraction up like a party balloon with all the air inside her body. Half the gauges were maxed out now, the rest well on their way. There had to be some malfunction. She traced her fingers around the knobs, over various buttons and half-legible labels, but before she could work up the courage to touch anything, a deafening silence fell over the chamber and with it, a palpable sense of relief. Someone was getting a talking to once she got out, but- Squeeeaak. She turned to the door and then quickly back down to the panel, where a bright red light winked on and off above a label that sent her heart pounding: Manual Vent Engaged. "Wait! Stop!" she shouted, running to the door, but it was already too late. From the corners of the chamber came a violent hissing, and in moments she could feel the pent-up pressure billowing up inside her as the atmospheric pressure dropped. She gulped it down, but didn't dare to try shouting again lest the blast of escaping air rip her lungs to shreds. Her cheeks reddened and her chest heaved. A familiar pounding rose in the back of her throat, the throbbing sensation of holding in your breath when you desperately wanted to breathe. The sensation began to spread, pulsing in her chest, leaking out to fill her whole body. The rush of venting air grew louder, it wasn't enough to drown out her panicked whimpering. How much more was there to go? She couldn't tell. Her legs didn't seem to want to work. She pressed her hands to her stomach, squeezed her arms against the balloon that seemed to fill inside her. How many atmospheres was the suit rated for, again? Up and down her body it squeezed her, growing tighter, ever tighter. The material beneath her fingers seemed stretched, taut and smooth and... round? She pulled her arms away and looked down. What she saw made her eyes go wide – but not nearly as wide as the rest of her. Her breasts pushed out before her like two slick, red watermelons, her stomach a graceful curve between them. Even as she stared she could feel the suit tightening, hear the hollow gurgle inside herself, watch the watermelons ripening. Her initial impression had been wrong, she realized; there was no balloon inside her. She was the balloon. Larger and larger she grew as the densely-packed atmosphere drained away, causing the air trapped inside her to bubble up like uncorked champagne. Her cheeks were near-spherical, belly like a bright red exercise ball. She stumbled, threw her arms stiffly out in a bid to stay upright, but her legs were sluggish, her balance disrupted by her newfound girth and the steady rocking of the boat. She took a clumsy step back and lost her footing. As she impacted the hard metal floor she felt her whole body thrum with a noted like a bass drum. She bounced once, still vibrating, and came to rest on her back. She stared up at the drab ceiling, watched from the corner of her eye as her stomach made a concerted bid to reach it. She waved her limbs uselessly, but she knew she couldn't move, couldn't sit up, couldn't lift herself to reach the panel on the wall to stop the evacuating air. There seemed to be no end to the air blossoming up inside her. She was filling out like a life raft, every two atmospheres' difference pumping her body tight as a car tire. Her ballooning thighs pushed slowly apart, swollen arms spreading out like smooth red sausages, her entire frame blowing up until she seemed to fill half the chamber. It felt as if she'd swallowed a whale. Her wetsuit stretched ominously, staccato snaps filling the air. Her limbs didn't seem to want to move. Any moment now the stitching would give way, the wrong seam would fail. A single rip, that was all it would take, and then the suit would tear away and the building pressure would blow up her naked body like a bomb. She closed her eyes, felt sweat running down her temples, a throb in her chest... Squeeeaak. The door to the chamber gave a metallic clank and swung slowly open, venting the last bit of pressure with a hiss. She looked over her spherical belly, which groaned at the sudden drop in atmospheric pressure, and her eyes met a sight straight out of her nightmares. "You just don't know when to let go, do you?" Natali purred and smiled, tossing her velvet hair, letting it fall back over olive-skinned shoulders and frame her rosy cheeks. "Two... accidents in one day. What's a girl to do under all that pressure?" Fleur gave a little squeak, tried to scuttle backwards, but she only wobbled pitifully. Natali gave a loud, short laugh in response. One word played over in Fleur's mind, that one exquisitely emphasized word, underlining the sudden revelation that there had been no unplanned malfunctions after all. Dread filled her like hissing air as Natali sauntered forward, a tight yellow-and-green bikini clinging to the athletic body that was cresting the horizon of Fleur's enormous stomach. "But then again," Natali continued, tracing a finger around the diving knife still strapped to one leg, "Isn't pushing limits half the fun?" She walked across the chamber, moving closer until Fleur lay entirely in her shadow. In one smooth motion she slid forward, mounting Fleur's swollen stomach like a rodeo rider, naked thighs spread wide. Fleur whimpered, cheeks burning red as the new weight squeezed her overfull body. Natali grinned mischievously at her discomfort, squeezing her legs, sending a pulse of pressure through Fleur that seemed as if it might push her over the edge. Laughing again, Natali drew her knife and lowered it like a pin towards Fleur's balloon belly. No no no pleaded Fleur silently, but she was completely at her rival's mercy. She watched the point of the knife inch closer – she closed her eyes, waiting for the worst – several long seconds passed. She opened her eyes again to see it skim a hairsbreadth from the taut red fabric, wandering out over the vast expanse of her body, exploring the trim of her suit, poking ever so gently at the seams. "But I forget my manners," Natali said suddenly, slipping the knife back in its sheath, flashing a smile that only increased Fleur's distress. "I never said hello, did I?" She leaned in, prostrating herself over Fleur's voluminous frame, propping herself up on hands pressed against firm watermelon breasts. Closer still she lowered her face until only her gripping legs kept her from sliding forward off the slope of Fleur's stomach. "Bonjour," she said when their noses nearly touched and kissed Fleur softly on each cheek. She grinned mischievously, staring triumphant into pleading eyes inches from her own. "Et au rev-" With strength of desperation Fleur struck, adrenaline fueling her swollen arms as she brought them up and wrapped tightly around the back of Natali's head. Natali jerked away, trying to push herself free, but Fleur held on, squeezing ever harder, drawing her closer until she could nearly feel the soft touch of lips against her face. With a final heave she pulled Natali in and covered her lips with her own. She blew. The rush of air that blasted forth was so massive, so rapid, that she feared for a moment that her throat might tear. Her wetsuit squeezed like a giant hand, forcing the air out of her body, and Natali was the squealing, helpless receptacle for every last bit of it. Even as Fleur paused to gather herself for another heaving exhalation the balance of pressure worked to correct itself, gushing down Natali's throat like a firehose. Natali was nothing more than an expanse of swelling olive skin, whimpering and groaning and puffing out so rapidly it was a wonder she didn't simply burst then and there. Fleur continued her assault with vigor. Her wetsuit still stretched drum-tight against her enormous girth, but it no longer creaked and crackled and threatened to give way at any moment. She reveled in the sensation of her own deflation, but even more satisfying was the feeling of Natali's belly ballooning out against hers, the short, loud rip that sounded as the knife burst off her swollen thigh. A fire burned in Fleur's chest, kindled by fear and humiliation, whipped into a blaze by the desire for vengeance, the feeling of power. All but one thought was lost to her as she filled her flailing rival until her belly swelled out round as her own. One goal: she was going to pump every last bit of air into Natali that she could handle, and then keep on going. Natali's bulk was enormous now, pressing down on Fleur like a small whale. Fleur's limbs were loosening as the air left her body, limbering up, regaining their strength and flexibility. Without warning she broke the kiss and heaved upwards, forcing Natali off of her before she became too difficult to move. They rolled over another, jockeying for position, but Natali's pressure-stiffened arms and legs were no match for Fleur's returned mobility. They skidded over the smooth floor, scattering piles of equipment like two enormous bowling balls, finally coming to rest against a cold metal wall. Natali was propped half-upright, Fleur leaning in on top of her. Fleur smiled, touching Natali's cheek as she tried to turn away, met her panicked eyes as she locked lips and resumed her inflation. The air flowed less violently between them now, but Fleur's fervor was undiminished. Relentlessly she squeezed her body, pouring all her hatred, all her fear and anger, right down her rival's throat. Natali squeaked pitifully, but it was worse than useless. Fleur pressed on despite the feeble protest, strengthened in spite of it, extracting twisted satisfaction from every inch her rival swelled beneath her. Soon Fleur was nearly back to normal size, but still she squeezed with all her might, working herself like a pump. Slowly the last few breaths came, Fleur now fighting uphill against the pressure, feeling Natali's taut, creaking skin rising in response until she was swollen, immobile, as tight and round as Fleur had ever been, her cheeks bulging like oranges and her arms and legs spread out comically. When Fleur could force no more past her rival's lips she slid smoothly back onto the floor, standing before Natali's spherical frame and scanning her up and down with a satisfied smile. The pressure inside them was finally equal, though it seemed strange to think it; Natali resembled little more than an olive-skinned beach ball while Fleur, wrapped in the grip of her space-age wetsuit, simply looked a bit curvy. She slid a hand appraisingly down her front. Enough air inside her to burst someone like a tick under normal pressure. Well - she flicked Natali's belly, producing a panicked squeal and a sharp, reverberating note - almost. She looked down as something cold and heavy rolled against her ankle – a spare tank of air knocked over by their struggle. Well, she thought, she knew how to fix that. Picking the tank up in one hand, she grabbed the hose with the other and set it all upright before Natali with a little metal clank. The valve squeaked open easily in her grasp and the hose jumped in her hand, hissing over Natali's protests as Fleur flashed a wicked grin. Natali's eyes widened, her eyebrows a pleading arch. She shook her head desperately, managed a pitiful "Hmm-mmn! Mmmn-mm!" Fleur leaned forward, toying with the hose, shooting a jet of air over Natali's cheeks, blowing back her hair. Still grinning, she met her distended rival's eyes and then pushed the end of the hose between her own lips. Fleur felt her chest rise again, cheeks bulging at the blast of pressure, but she bit down hard, riding out the initial shock until she was groaning not with fear or discomfort but with gleeful anticipation. She closed her eyes, shutting out Natali's flailing limbs to concentrate on the air swirling inside her, on the feeling of her body pushing out against her suit. Her stomach rounded slowly out again as her internal pressure climbed, breasts plumping and thighs expanding. Seconds ticked by. After a short while she opened her eyes and looking down at herself, traced the curve of her belly with one hand. Enough air beneath her touch to pop someone like a cheap balloon. Definitely. She turned shut the valve on the tank and let the hose drop from her mouth. One step forward and her plump form pressed into the sphere that was Natali. She leaned in, half-climbing onto her, watching her rising panic with relish. Giggling, she kissed her on each swollen cheek, and then with one last look at her desperate expression, she locked her rival in a kiss and blew once more. Natali waved her sausage arms, kicked her balloon thighs, struggled with all her might, but Fleur hardly even noticed as she pumped one long breath down her rival's throat. Natali was helpless against her power, swollen to her quavering limit and forced even fuller. She trembled and throbbed with the exhalation, her very skin singing like overstretched rubber. Every inch of her stretched drum-tight, fighting to contain the blimpfull of air crammed inside her. Fleur began to blow once more, and Natali knew she could hold no more. For a moment she teetered on the brink, body pulsing rhythmically, cheeks flushing crimson with the effort of fighting the straw she knew would break the camel's back, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. A little squeak sounded as the final puff entered her, and then an enormous, echoing bang. Fleur blinked her eyes, massaging the spot where her head had impacted the wall. Tiny shreds of green and yellow swirled around the chamber like snow, settling gradually over the floor. She stared at the spot where Natali had exploded, replaying the moment in her mind's eye. Her pitiful moans, that delicious little squeak as she tried to hold it all in, the way she trembled as she was pumped too full, trembling and finally bursting like a party balloon. Slowly Fleur smiled, and then she grinned. How's that for pushing limits? she thought, watching the drifting tatters that were all that remained of her former rival.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Kamiko was a girl without any family or friends to speak of. She had silky long black hair tied into a long elegant ponytail and had a slightly muscular yet busty build. She was taken into custody at birth by a rice farmer and raised as one of his own children. His name was Yoshiyuki. He was a kind man who was never married, but he always took in orphans not only to have them work on the fields and help him, but just to feel the joy of raising young people into great adults. He had at least seven young girls working for him, ranging from the ages of 11 to 22. Kamiko was the oldest one. All of them were given food, drink, and a place to sleep, and they all adored Yoshiyuki as a father. Unfortunately tragedy struck on day where Yoshiyuki fell ill and died. His girls tried to nurse him back to health, but the disease was too powerful, even for a strong hardworking man like Yoshiyuki. All the girls were saddened by his death, but they tried to keep the rice fields running. Unfortunately the weather was bad during the rice harvesting season and the crops did not grow as expected. The failure of the crops grew so bad that the girls had no choice but to sell the rice fields. They managed to get adequate money since the man who bought the fields from them felt he could do something with them of good value, so the girls split up the money and went their own ways to find opportunity. Kamiko had always been interested in martial arts. She tried to learn from strangers walking on the roads near the fields, and even tried to join a few dojos. Unfortunately the work on the farm prevented her from pursuing any form of martial arts. She was saddened by the death of good old Yoshiyuki, but she also knew she had an opportunity to finally do what she wanted to. She tried many dojos for various martial arts, but unfortunately many of them turned her down, many on the basis of her being a girl. Some that did accept girls were just too full to accept any more students. Angered by the sexism and limited opportunities she started traveling towards Nara, through a bamboo forest. While shifting through the long sturdy trunks of bamboo, she came across an old abandoned shrine. It looked livable, and she needed a bit of rest before she got to Nara. "I heard that there were some dojos taking women students in. I could hurry, but I don't to tire myself out. They might want me to do some exercises to prove myself to them and I don't want to disappoint them.", she thought. She lay down on the hard dusty floor within the large hall of the shrine and wrapped the blanket around herself that she carried with her. "Funny, this place looks somewhat well kept, despite being abandoned. Oh well, it must have been deserted recently.", she observed. Shortly thereafter she went to sleep. When she woke up, she had quite a surprise waiting for her. A middle-aged woman was looking at her straight in the face as she woke up. She was wearing a white robe and red hakama. She sort of looked like a Shinto priestess, but her long jet black, long regally styled hair and somewhat fierce looks suggested otherwise. "Wha, what!? Who are you?" Kamiko exclaimed. The woman drew a katana out of a sheath within her robe and planted the tip neatly under her chin. "Any wrong moves or words, and I'll plunge this blade through you. What are you doing here?" "I, I..." Kamiko stuttered. Frightened that the crazy woman ronin could kill her in a heart beat. "Look, just answer my questions and I won't hurt you..." "Okay, I, I, I just came to rest for the night." "What are you doing around this dojo?" "D, D, Dojo!? This is a dojo!?" "Yes, unofficially you could say. But it is of no importance to you." "Actually, it, it is." "What?" The elegant lady exclaimed. "I'm going to Nara to look for a dojo to train at. I want to learn how to fight." "Is that so? Pah! Good luck! You'll never find any openings there!" "But, I heard they were taking women there!" "Hmph! They have a bunch of chauvinist swine there! Just like anywhere else! I imagine you have been turned down many times, just for having breasts and a curvy figure!" "Yes." The woman drew back her sword. "Well, you are not going to find many opportunities in Nara, if not anywhere else in the land. Maybe you should try your chances here." "Here? What do you teach?" "I teach a special martial art. One that only I know and practice, and nobody else knows it." "R, really? How special is it?" Kamiko inquired. "Oh it is a amazing art which I have devised. And it looks like I have found my first pupil." "Is that so? Nobody else has taken your offer?" "Well, I actually have had young girls much like you come by, who were eager to learn. But unfortunately they were not up to it. They did not like what it involved." "Is it a tough art?" "You could say that. But I have confidence that one you learn it and see its advantages, you can learn to like it and use its strengths to your advantage. Despite what it may do to you." "I am willing to take on this challenge." "Really? Hmmph! All the other girls said that, and they went back to their mommies, crying like babies." "Well, what could make them hate this art so much?" "How about I show you. Here, let me get something for you to put on." The lady went into another room to fetch something. Kamiko just sat there on the hard wooden floor bewildered at what was going on. She was excited that this woman had an art to teach her, but she was unsure what it was. The lady returned with a strange shiny blue garment. It looked rubbery and thin while dangling in her arms. "Here, go into a room and put this on." "These are clothes? They look strange." "You need to wear them for what you're about to learn. The power of my technique is something that ordinary clothes cannot endure." "Well, I might as well try it on. I hope they are not too embarrassing to wear." "Nobody said that you had to be a fashion queen in order to be a kunoichi" "Kunoichi? You going to make me a lady ninja?" Perkily remarked Kamiko. "Yes, a 'type' of kunoichi. Now go and change!" Kamiko went into a room on the far end of the dojo to change. After a few minutes she came out. She was wearing a dark blue skin-tight bodysuit that covered her entire body except for her head. It had a slight shiny luster and looked rubbery. "My this is a strange garment. It sort of feels like rubber, like balloon rubber." "Ah, that is the point! Now here comes the next step." The lady took out a small round spherical pill the size of a penny. "Swallow this please." "You're not trying to poison me, are you!? "For goodness sake, no! Quit worrying and just swallow it. You are not going to get poisoned!" "Okay." Kamiko looked at the pill with a suspicious look on her face, but she decided that it looked innocuous enough to eat so she popped it into her mouth and swallowed it whole. "Very good" A few moments passed, Kamiko did not feel any different. "Is something supposed to happen?" She remarked "It takes a minute, it should happen right around now." Replied the lady. Kamiko suddenly grunted and twitched a bit. She felt this strange feeling in her stomach. "You, you did poison me!" "No I didn't! Those are the effects you should feel!" "What, what is happening to me?" Cried the despaired Kamiko. "Just relax." Replied the woman. She noticed that the feeling in her stomach felt like a growing pressure, as if something was building up inside her. Sort of like how she would get gas from eating too many sweet beans. "I'm filling up with something inside me! Is this power? Strength, what?" "No, just gas." "What!?" Kamiko then noticed that her belly had started to distend, and the sound coming within was a slight hissing sound. "I'm, blowing up like a balloon!" "That is the point, yes." "But why?" Kamiko's stomach swelled to the size of a 7-month pregnant woman. Then the gas within started distributing to her arms and legs, causing them to swell up. "Well, this is what my method of martial arts entails." "Being a balloon!? Please stop! I feel like I'm going to pop soon!" "You will not! Do not worry!" Kamiko's body had already swelled to well-rounded proportions. Her arms and legs were about as thick as large logs and her midsection had already ballooned to the size of a large beach ball. Her breasts grew as well, being the size of basketballs perched upon her expanding belly, but they were beginning to be absorbed into her inflating body. Her hands and feet had puffed up too, and her cheeks started to look blown up as well. "No! Noooo! I need help!" Kamiko started to waddle around, her legs, arms, and butt-cheeks squeaking like taut latex balloons being rubbed together. She felt really embarrassed at her bloated appearance. Her appendages were being absorbed even further into her expanding girth, making it almost impossible to move. Even her bloated hands could hardly close normally. "Quit panicking! The tight rubber suit you are wearing will keep you in one piece! It allows you to inflate like this!" "But why!? Why must you inflate me like this?" "This is the test! To see if you are ready for this!" Kamiko then realized that no matter how horrific she might look being turned into a human balloon, she had to show this lady that she could handle it. She had not seen many opportunities with any of the major dojos she has visited, and this might be her only chance to learn something. No matter how weird it might be. "I'll show you! I can handle being a balloon!" "Well, show me then!" Finally, Kamiko's expanding body finally absorbed her arms and legs to the point of them being totally useless. They were now just flipper-like appendages poking out from her sides, her feet did not even touch the ground anymore. Her mammoth round balloon of a bottom was the only thing that touched the ground. She could only slightly flap her bloated and squeaky arms up and down, with her puffy hands opened permanently. The lady admired how the once slim girl was taking her transmogrification into a large gaseous mass better than the other girls who stepped up to the challenge. Patches of pink blush appeared on poor Kamiko's puffed-up cheeks. "Mmmmmmph! Cambt! Sbaeek!" "No need to my balloon girl. You're doing fine for now." Finally the hissing sound slowly stopped and Kamiko was now fully inflated. She was at least twelve feet wide and tall. She looked just like a round blue shiny balloon with four stubby protrusions that were once her legs and arms. Each hand and foot looked like mini-balloons inflated to one foot in diameter with five little round plump fingers or toes. Her cheeks were blown-up to about four inches in diameter each, and her breasts were just two large domes sitting on top of her large spherical body in front of her face. On her back you could see a short, slight crevice, her butt-cheeks were mostly absorbed into her spherical body, but a bit of her cleavage was still intact. The morning sunlight in the room made her have a slight shiny luster like a big heavy latex balloon. "Ahhh, looks like you are full now my dear." The lady proudly confided. Kamiko felt horrible, but she was willing to endure this humiliating treatment to reach her goal of being taught a fighting style. "So, do you think you want to go on with this? And learn the mystical art of the Fuusenkunoichi?" She thought a couple minutes, really wondering if she wanted to do this. Blow herself up like a child's balloon for her profession. But she could tell by the seriousness in the lady's eyes that there was some sort of strange fighting art in her method, and she was willing to find out. "Mi shallbfb." She muffled out. "Ahhh, looks like I've finally found a girl adventurous enough to learn what I have to teach! And I thought all girls these days were sissies! Ah hah hahh hah hah!" "So, how sfhall I defrabte myselb?" "How shall you deflate yourself? Well, that comes with what I'm about to teach you! But first you'll have to learn how use your inflated body to your advantage! Kamiko felt a shroud of despair fall over her. This was not going to be easy.

Aria was a sprite of a woman in her third year of highschool, only weeks from graduation. Her shiny black hair was tightly bound in a braid nearly to her butt, but it was the only thing big about her. She was a bit scrawny, quite short, and her breasts were no more than bug-bites in size, but she was still good looking. Her grey-blue eyes hid her surprisingly vengeful nature, as well as her knowledge of great powers. Earlier in the year, her friend Mel uncovered two harps hidden in the mountainside that could control nearly anything, as well as a partially translated tome of music to operate them. Mel had run into unfortunate complications that became room-filling size and nearly crushed her to death before Aria came to the rescue. Mel made Aria promise to never use the harp on her, and they sealed the chamber off. It seemed like a waste for Aria, but she didn't want to use it on her own either. "Come on Mel! We fixed the chamber so there is no echo. That is the only thing that screwed it up before, there shouldn't be any risks this time. If we reverse things before we even leave the chamber-" Mel let out an agitated sigh. "No, Aria. Don't ever use it on me, and you shouldn't use it on yourself either, but I guess I can't stop you if you did." Aria looked embarrassed, and lowered her voice. "But its no fun alone. Maybe I will though, just to show you it is fine!" Mel looked worried but adamant. "I am not going to stop you, like I said. Maybe I will take a look at the tome of music and read the whole translation notes. Maybe once I understand everything a little better, maybe I MIGHT consider using it again. Don't get your hopes up. And be careful, OK? Call me if anything goes wrong, I really don't think you should be messing with it." Determined to prove to Mel that the harps can actually be used properly, Aria headed up the mountain after school that day. The hidden chamber was half way up, and thanks to a landslide not too long ago, the buried door was indistinguishable from the rest of the newly upturned rock and soil. Using a collapsible shovel in her bag, Aria dug her way inside. The last time she and Mel were inside a huge crack in the roof let light into the chamber, this time it was up to a keychain light to allow her the light required to read the tome and operate the harps. Luckily to compensate for the less than ideal conditions she had to play in, Aria had been taking music lessons since last time and was becoming good at the cello, another string instrument. Though calm up till this moment, she felt her chest muscles constricting her heart, suddenly reserved about using the harp. She sat by the body harp talking herself up to it for several minutes before reading through the book to find a good spell to use on herself. Mel was right to want to read the entire thing first- Aria already found a note that would have made things easier last time. A short note sequence could be played on the end of any other spell to increase the effect, rather than repeating the entire song over again. Over half the tome was untranslated- effectively unlabeled and thus unusable. With a timid smile Aria found some lower body spells, and since Mel maxed out her top, Aria would improve her bottom. She played a low and rhythmic melody to increase the size of her ass, but it was not the same one Mel used before, because this one included the hips and thighs as well. She needed to do a change that was at least decently noticeable to prove to Mel it was fine, so she tacked on the extra notes to amplify it. As soon as it finished she looked down at herself and sure enough, felt her entire lower body widen. She grabbed her thighs as they became meatier and dug her fingers in. Her butt became better shaped and pronounced as it grew, and with a swing of her now wider hips she could feel her plump ass cheeks swing with a slight delay from the rest of her. She bent over with her hands to her knees and shook her ass up and down, blushing at the sensation of all that heavy meat bouncing on her backside. Her unchanged pussy looked disproportionally small compared to the rest now, and became moist as Aria thought of how she would love to eat out Mel with a butt like this on her...and then imagined the reverse. Aria slid down to the floor and rocked back, grinding her now huge cheeks on the cool and smooth marble floor. She slid her panties down and with a hand from behind and a hand from the front she reached under herself. She wiggled her cheeks with one and gently pressed on her anus, while her other hand was more business than foreplay and dug right into her cooch. With her pinky and index on her outer labia, her ring and middle slipped in on either side of her clit and worked down to touch her passage. Her middle fingers rubbed and pinched her clit and her outer pinched more aggressively the plump folds of her labia. Aria was glad no one was around these parts, because she embarrassed herself with her own moaning and sharp gasps of pleasure- the chamber magnified all sound greatly. She eventually collapsed backward, rocking and thrusting her hips and brought herself to orgasm, her fatty thighs and cheeks rippling with the tremors of orgasm. She lay there, red faced and panting for some time before she pulled her underwear back into place and headed home- now with a heavy sway to her steps from her impressive rump. She would show Mel tomorrow, and try to convince her it was safe. The next morning Aria woke up feeling refreshed. She sat up in bed and swung her legs over the side to get up but as she shifted her weight the bed creaked, loudly. It sounded like her bed was about to bust apart and she immediately noticed her hips were absolutely huge! Her thighs were almost as thick as telephone polls! Her ass was so huge she could use a bar stool as a dildo! The spell had been doubled over! But how?! Last time it was an echo but the chamber had been repaired, and when it was an echo the effect was diminished, and took several applications to catch up and surpass the magnitude of the original song- this was a 1:1 double. Aria had done everything right, and it still goofed up! Her eyes watered up a bit, not at the state of her body but the fact she was wrong about the harps. She nervously thought that perhaps she could play this off as an extreme example! Tell Mel this was what she meant to do, and then just reverse it later when she got back to the harps...though climbing up there with her ass looking like its own mountain would be tricky. Aria had to wear her longest skirt just to get to her knees around her thighs, and wear the band unusually high as it couldn't fit around her girthy hip. Even with wider hips her huge thighs rubbed together, creating friction on her nethers whenever she moved at all. Her ass wobbled and shook, feeling oddly pleasurable, and Aria had to stop herself from digging her fingers into her rump and overindulging. She needed to get to school on time to catch Mel before classes. It was Mel who spotted Aria- her figure impossible to miss. "Good god girl...think you grew enough? I know you are a lot bolder than me passing off the attention but...wow." Aria blushed, and smiled mischievously. "Wanna feel?" She turned her rump to Mel and gave it a little wobble. Now Mel blushed as she looked around to see if anyone was still around, then grabbed two handfuls of fat ass. "How are we going to explain to people your change though? Even if you somehow gained this weight and it all concentrated into your butt, how will you explain the change back later?" "Uh...liposuction and lipoinjection." "...There is no such thing as lipoinjection." Aria shrugged. "Doesn't stop me from using it as an excuse. Maybe I will keep this change a while anyway, it feels really good...I didn't know a butt was really a source of pleasure like th- ...what the heck?!" It was a good thing the bells had already rung and they were the only ones left in the hall when the pressure hit Aria. It radiated from deep inside and with an audible crack, her hips became even wider as the pressure went away again. Her thighs grew even rounder, now even her lower legs fattened from overspill, making her legs shaped like cones! Her ass jiggled and swayed on its own as more and more fat cells were birthed. Her feet became immediately sore, barely able to hold her weight up. Her lower body must weight six times as much as her upper body! If she sat down too suddenly she might smash through the floor. Her underwear was cutting the circulation to her legs and her skirts band was pushed even higher, looking more than a little silly. Aria groaned and squirmed, almost losing her precarious balance several times as she tried to unwedge her panties but they were stretched too tight. Mel pulled out a nail file and cut the panties off with it. "Well...I don't mean to say I told you so but- I told you so." In spite of her mocking, she looked quite concerned. "It doesn't make any sense! There is no echo! How does the spell just fucking activate itself spontaneously?! This isn't fair..." Mel pressed a hand into the taught but jiggly skin of a thigh. "This is sort of my fault. After our argument yesterday I remembered back to the trouble I had. Granted it wouldn't have fixed the spell echo, I made the situation worse because I was so prudish with myself, and my hormones worked against me when it was most inconvenient. And now you ran up there to do this to yourself to prove me wrong, again, because I held back too much. If I had been a little more open this might not have happened. Too stubborn for my own good I guess. Uhm...OK, well you are barely mobile so stay here, hide on the lower bathrooms where I was before and keep your cell on. I will make the run to the harps this time. Don't worry- this time we will get it fixed right away." Aria was furious as she shuffled and wobbled her way down to the barely used bathrooms. She wasn't too worried about her giga-butt, but very pissed at herself for somehow botching the spell. She tried to get into a stall but realised it was impossible. Her sides brushed the doorway getting into the bathroom- she was too wide to fit into a stall. Pouting she sat onto the floor between the last stall and sink, feeling her flesh tremble and shake for several seconds after. It felt good to get off her poor tiny feet, and even better to squish her ass against the floor. Forgetting what little modesty Aria had to begin with she slipped her hand between her huge thighs to once again finger herself. She was startled horribly as a woman burst into the bathroom suddenly. She took one look at Aria before pointing with anger. "YOU! I have been looking for you!" She blushed brightly as the appearance of Aria started to sink in. Cadence was a bit of a loud mouth, and was usually quite smart. Her skin was a dark brown and very smooth. She had a good sized D cup pair up top and her very curly black hair was tied into a loose ponytail behind her to her mid back. Just as Cadence puzzled over Aria's appearance, Aria took in hers. Cadence's form fitting black long sleeve no longer fit her. It covered her breasts just fine, it even covered her other breasts, but too much fabric was used up already to be able to cover her last breasts. That's right- her breasts were the same size as always, except she had three pairs of them! When she seen Aria's eyes locked on the bottom pair of half exposed breasts she pulled her top off completely and tossed it on a sink. "Look what that damn harp did to me! I overheard you and Melody talking about it, and put two and two together with that time she looked like she had beach balls stuffed in her shirt. I followed you to the harps but the damn thing didn't work how I expected. So how do I fix these now?!" Aria's eyes were still fixated on the six delicious black nipples. "The book has songs that do the opposite, so you just play the opposing one. What song were you trying to play, for this to be the side effect?" Cadence sighed embarrassingly, crossing her arms between her first two sets of tits. "More breasts. I thought it meant more as in bigger...not literally more of them. And since I used the song amp, I got double the effects, four new tits. AND that's after I recorded you playing on a tape recorder to try and make my ass big, but playing it back had no effect, so I figured I was just cursed to never have an ass and went with another song." The entire time Cadence spoke, she was shuffling her feet, grinding her thighs together. "So it was you!! I didn't fuck up the song! The songs are linked from the person playing it, you were playing a recording not the harp so the song was directed at me still! You made my ass gigantic! You are just lucky Mel is already on the way to the chamber to fix this! Frankly you got what you deserved, stalker!" Cadence was leaning against a sink now, rubbing herself through her panties. "W-well, you two weren't exactly whispering, what did you think would happen? Why can't I have an ass like that....everyone always says behind my back, oh black girl ain't got ass, what happened? Well sorry! I guess my 87% in biology don't mean shit because I wasn't aware my skin color dictated the size of my ass!!" By now she was panting, and sweating as her knees bent and her touching became more rigorous. Aria raised a brow, not used to another girl being so open. "Uh...are you OK Cadence?" Aria squirmed a bit herself, remembering her own jiggling induced arousal. "I...don't know. Ever since I got these I have felt hornier and hornier. I tried getting myself off but it barely helped." Her voice was heightening in pitch from the sensations. Cadence bent over in pleasure as she finally gave up her futile modesty and yanked her panties down to go right in. Aria had a perfect angled view to see all six nipples, and just how far all her breasts projected from her chest as they wobbled under her. The areola stuck out just slightly and the nipples were fully erect, making them together look a lot like Hershey kisses. Arousal was expected when one had six breasts jiggling on their torso, but hers seemed out of control, so Aria asked her if she used any other spells. Cadence slunk to the floor to ram all five digits of a hand into herself, shaking her head to the question. She only plucked a few random strings to test it before using the song for more breasts. Before that it was just her tape recorded attempt. Aria's eyes went wide. "You dumb ass! Every sound that harp makes is magic! You can't pluck random strings and expect nothing to happen! That means you cast a spell on yourself that we have no idea the full extent of, never mind being able to reverse it!" Just then Aria's cellphone rang as Mel arrived at the chamber. Aria had to speak loudly to be heard over Cadence indulging herself embarrassingly in the background, and told Mel all she found out since she left. Mel immediately pointed out the obvious- this was bad. She tried playing the reverse song for Cadence but it had no effect at all, whatever notes she played before that modified the song so neither the spell she used nor its cure existed in the book. Worse still, she was unable to find the counter spell for the specific spell Aria used! It wasn't the same ass spell Mel used before, the counter spell was most likely there, but like over half the rest of the book- it wasn't translated. Unable to think of how to fix this, Mel used a teleportation spell on Cadence and Aria and brought them to the old storage barn on her uncle's farm, as it was the only guaranteed empty place she could think of. She told them to hold out there as best they could and she would swing by as soon as she could- once she read the tome thoroughly to assemble all translated pages. Once they got as comfortable as they could among hay bales and empty crates, Aria looked to Cadence who was already starting to squirm again. "My third growth was at school, talking to Mel...that means the tape recorder is also at school..." Panting as she lifted herself onto a hay bale and spread her legs, Cadence shook her head. "Don't worry, it is in my locker now, no one can play it back. I only let my friend Viola listen to it to explain my...situation, before I tried tracking you down. Hah! Ohhh~ . I got lucky- I had no idea you were hiding there, I ran there to hide myself an...nnngh, relieve some...tension!" Aria felt her heart sink a bit at that. "Oh no...that means Viola also knows about the harps." With shoulder length bobbed hair as fiery as brimstone and eyes as green as the rolling hills, Viola was a beauty of her own. Tall and a bit lanky, though she lacked curvy hips she still had a nice round bottom and her breasts were a well shaped B cup. She spoke with a pronounced southern Irish accent in the odd occasion she actually spoke. She was very shy and quiet which made her an odd pairing with Cadence. She skipped out of school which was out of character for her, because she was concerned for Cadence's odd predicament. She went to the mountain and found her way into the chamber to look for a way to help her, and because she left immediately after being told about it, she arrived before Mel. She quickly looked the tome over in the body section to try and find the song Cadence used to learn more about it, but found only the title translation for that specific song. She read over more out of curiosity, blushing at some of the more perverted songs. When dealing with physical bodies it was hard to take anything outside of a sexual context. Viola bit her lower lip as she paused on the breast modifications spells. She was closer to the mind section of the tome however, in a different section than the others had been before her. Her breasts were not much to speak of, but being a very timid person she didn't want them to be big either, they would call too much unwanted attention. Her nipples however were very sensitive, and she has played with them often- often enough for her to develop relative fetishes. On one hand Cadence had trouble after using the harps and was in an embarrassing predicament, but on the other hand...Viola didn't know how long this chamber would be open and accessible because of said trouble. These harps could change what could not be changed otherwise, it was a god-like power sitting there for anyone at all to pick up and use. It took all her courage to reach out and touch the harp of body but she knew you had to take opportunities when they present themselves, because second chances are a rare thing. Oddly when she did finish the song, nothing at all happened. She felt odd both physically and mentally but nothing visibly changed. She shrugged it off as the spell needing time to take full effect and slipped out of the chamber. Viola actually seen Mel heading up to the chamber as she was heading down, causing her to be nervous of being spotted and hastened her walk. By the time she got to the bottom of the mountain her nipples were very erect under her shirt, causing her to both smile and blush as she hustles to get home. It was a good thing the school dress code required black tops, because if she wore white her shirt would be partially transparent and her breasts were not big enough for her to bother with a bra usually. Two wet circles formed on her shirt by the time she got home- her lactation song finally working. Her parents were at work since she was still supposed to be at school so thankfully the house was empty. Viola took an empty glass and removed her top in the kitchen, leaning over the glass as she very tenderly felt her nipples. Just as sensitive as ever and engorged fully, just brushing them caused white beads to form around the surface. With a tender forward tug three small streams of milk sprayed into the cup from either breast. She had looked up some things on lactation before so she knew not to expect a single controlled stream of milk. It took a bit before she got enough in the glass for a good, big mouthful. Perhaps because the spell had only just been put on her- her milk capacity was fairly small, which shouldn't be that influenced by breast size. It tasted quite sweet compared to normal milk, and no more thick, as human milk's fat content was a tiny fraction of that of a cows. Very pleased with the result of her song, and a bit giddy with excitement of actually having done something so bold, she went to her computer to try and look up any possible information. It was time to try and help Cadence again, and while Viola's search turned up nothing about the harps, she did find old legends of Harm and Monious, the two headed deity the harps were carved from. Monious was a kind god and Harm an evil one, but they got along perfectly with one another. Just as they created equilibrium between each other, they used their power to create their own sense of balance in everything else, which resulted in humans fearing its power. Some tried to abuse its power but eventually fear won out, and the beastly god was slain. For its good heart, Monious was given a proper burial. Harm however was never buried, and from his bones, relics were created to house his disembodied power. By the time she finished reading about the fallen god Harm, Viola looked back down on her shirtless chest with a gasp. Her nipples felt tight and her breast heavy, and sure enough beads of milk were starting to drip out from pressure! Not only was she full again, her breasts seemed bigger, like the amount of milk in her was actually stretching them. She milked herself into a glass again and this time filled it three quarters- at least twice as much milk as the first time. She had a nap a bit after, having been emotionally drained by her strange day. Her dreams were even more strange however- she had enormous breasts and was dressed like some Greek god. Plump, content, and sleeping men and women lay all around her and she was filled with warm satisfaction as small rivers of milk ran down her body from her nipples constantly. Had she fed all these people with her sweet fluids? She woke up with a gasp and bright red face- fertility goddess or not, she would die if that many people seen her bare chest in real life. She almost immediately noticed a warm wetness on her, and panicked thinking she had somehow wet herself. Technically she did, just not with the fluid she thought. True to her dreams she was soaked with leaking milk, but more distressingly- her breasts were bigger again, and this time much more so. She must have had at least a D cup now, and hers were much heftier than your standard D cup, because they were stretched to taught capacity by hot, sweet milk! Viola ran to the kitchen again to relieve some of her burden, but one glass was filled too quickly. She filled almost four regular glasses! She had not drank or eaten enough materials in the day to keep up with this pace- only magic could pull off this sort of production. As she tugged the fluid from their nipples she also made note that they had grown as well! They were a tiny bit thicker, and a good bit longer. Even after she was emptied out, she gently ran her finger back and forth over them, bouncing them up and down, revelling in the sensation. When engorged with milk they were rock hard, and it would hurt to try and bend them or push in on the breasts, but when regularly erect they felt very good being man-handled. She felt rather lazy afterward, and her mind was a blank- rather burned out from all that had happened so she just sat around. She noted her breasts feeling heavier and heavier though, and she seemed to be filling at an alarming rate. Oddly, she wasn't too worried about it, she felt turned on and a bit...proud? The milk was being created magically so she could consume her own milk as a source of free food and drink in one. She noted the flavor was slightly different now though, it was hard to put her finger on, but it was a bit heavier now as well. When she milked herself regularly as she was filling, it was harder to notice but her breasts were definitely getting bigger. Mentally she was just terribly confused- she knew what she did wrong, she knew this was terrible, and she knew she needed help. But Viola continued to laze around, milking herself occasionally, content with the pleasurable feeling. She was neither worried nor in any hurry to undo her change. Mel raced back to the school after stopping by to see how Cadence and Aria were holding up. Cadence was in perpetual arousal now, but Aria's skilled hands were keeping things in check for the time being. Using Cadence's trick, Mel now had the teleportation song on a tape recorder and could get between point A and B instantly. Mel was looking for Viola at school knowing she should be there, and when Viola was nowhere to be seen, Mel knew to assume the worst. Cadence knew where Viola lived so Mel would have to hope to find her there. In the meantime, Mel discovered their chance at a cure from reading the tome over. The final translated note page was signed by Professor Reed Sinphony, the history teacher at the highschool! He was the person to have uncovered the chamber before any of them, and unlike the girls- Reed could read and translate the entire tome. If there was a song that could undo their mistakes, he will know about it. Mel raced to the class Reed taught to find him. She knocked on the door calmly and told him one of the other teachers sent her to retrieve him. Because of her angle from the doorway, what the rest of the students did not see was Mel holding up the tome and pointing at it. Reed nodded and calmly left the room after writing an assignment on the board to distract the students while he was gone. He did not seem surprised at all, but was willing to help them with whatever problems they had. Mel didn't want to spill the beans on just what they had done to themselves to avoid scaring him off or something, the girls would have to explain themselves when he arrived. Luckily Reed had his car to get to the farm, because Mel could teleport only herself with the recorded song, not anyone else. She told him to meet her at Viola's house first though, as it seemed likely she used the harps too. Reed Sinphony was a very smart and collected person, and looked the part. He always dressed rather formal, his hair was grey from age and short, a bit bristly, and it was brushed back. His glasses were made with only a single lens- a modern version of a monocle, as his right eye had a grey iris and was almost totally sightless. Many asked about the oddity of his eye, but were disappointed to be told it was a birth defect. He didn't want them to know it was a price he paid, dabbling in a power no mortal was meant to have. Back at her home, Viola was once again milking herself into a large jug- having seven full glasses already on the counter, she gave up on the smaller containers. As she tugged and gently squeezed her nipples they got bigger and longer over time. Originally they were pleasurable nubs she could only grip with her fingertips. Then two fingertips and a thumb, then three, then four. If this kept up she would be able to wrap her entire hand around just her nipples! When lactating, areola and nipples darkened quite a bit and since hers were a rose hue they should have turned red, but oddly the exact opposite happened. Her areola became smoother than normal and lightened more and more. Each heavy breast was the size of a watermelon, and when more than half full they forced her to bend over and let them swing under her. At maximum capacity she was forced to sit and let her tits fill her entire lap. She had plenty of opportunity to experiment with this, since her milk supply replenished so very quickly. She was a bit worried when she let them fill completely once more, they started to look pink and tender as if she were exceeding her capacity, but after emptying them they still looked the same. They were becoming pinker, and her nipples and areola became lighter, till they matched each other perfectly. The areola would be invisible but they still projected a bit further out than the rest, so they were still visible. She heard the doorbell and glanced a bit empty-headed toward the door, making a mental note that someone was there. It took a second for it to click that she should probably be worried- she shouldn't be seen in this state! Especially while milking herself! She was about to bolt upstairs and hope the visitor gave up when Mel called out to her. Mel said she knew about the harps, and if Viola had in fact used them, she should know, and could help if something went wrong. Viola didn't want to reply, and she didn't feel like her change was a problem, but she knew she should fix it so she answered the door anyway. Mel took a step back in surprise when Viola answered her door, half opening it with a bed sheet tied around her torso to hide her huge breasts the best she could. Mel was plenty familiar with what concealed boobs looked like in every insane size, so that sheet wasn't fooling anyone. She asked if Viola was alright but Viola quietly answered that she was fine. She didn't seem the least bit distressed about her condition, and only seemed like she wanted to flee into her house because of her shyness. Viola was unable to make eye contact and spoke quietly. "You should do what you think is best..." "W-well, I mean if you honestly wanted this you can keep it. Its just that everyone who has used the harps so far has had something go wrong...like Cadence, as you already know." Viola shook her head, wet spots were showing though the sheet already. "No I mean...the spell is affecting my thoughts as well. I am not in the right mind." "Oh no...what did you do exactly?" Viola blushed bright pink, matching her jugs. "An aspect imbue spell. I took a cow, because I....I wanted to know what it was like to lactate. But it did more than that. I am very docile now like a cow, and my breasts are...sort of starting to look more like udders. I have teats instead of nnn...nipples..." Viola seemed to wince as she spoke. "You OK? I told Professor Sinphony to meet me here, he should arrive soon and we can get you with Aria and Cadence, they are in trouble to, and..." She trailed off as she watched Viola's breasts seem to firm up rapidly. Viola was forced to kneel as her breasts grew and filled at once. Her teats got a little bit longer and fatter, and felt itchy. Her breasts had an odd pressure in them, like the skin was trying to pull away from the areola, getting almost painful. She squeaked at Mel to look away, blood red in embarrassment as the wet spots on the sheet turned into wet streaks. She loosened them to get a better look at herself. Where the softest skin was connecting the breasts to the rest of her, she could see finger-thick milk veins throbbing below the surface while small rivers of white ran down the front of her shiny wet boobs and dribbled off the undersides. She squeaked and squirmed like a wounded mouse, finally surpassing herself and let out a very loud moan of relief as the pressure in her breasts let go and exploded out in several directions. The pressure on her areola was more growth concentrated to under her teats, forcing them to yank apart- she now had two equally sized teats and areola on both breasts, four total like a cows udder! The milk inside exploded out of her sensitive teats feeling like her breasts were having orgasms as the spray of white went every which way- though the teats were better than nipples in concentrating flow forward. Her nipples were sensitive and pleasurable in the first place, but the flow of milk out of her, the feeling of more heat and weight forming after and the relief of pressure were all their own types of pleasure! Like scratching an itch you didn't know you had, and satisfying a need deep in her subconscious that was long forgotten. Viola took several more moments to catch her breath, and tugged out a few more streams of milk so she didn't continue to leak involuntarily. She at least didn't have to milk all four teats, since she still only had two breasts, two of the teats were supplied from the same tanks as the others. She quickly wrapped her breasts in the half soaked sheet again and used the door frame as a brace to force herself to her feet, before timidly telling Mel she could turn around again. Even Mel blushed when she turned and seen the patch of wetness on the lawn, up the walkway and ending in a pool of milk on the steps just under Viola's impressive rack. Did cows actually like the act of being milked, or was that a part of Viola's existing personality? Both Viola and Mel questioned this in their heads as they waited by the doorway in awkward silence, waiting for Reed to arrive. The silence only became more awkward when he arrived, but they made their way to the farm as quick as possible. Reed seen how shy Viola was so he didn't ask her about her out of control chest, and minimized eye contact, just addressing Mel when they needed to talk. Mel knew the girls were going to need some time to prepare before Reed assessed the situation. They couldn't just pile into his car and drive up the mountain together. Viola had to enter and exit the car chest-first to fit, Aria simply wouldn't fit in the first place. Mel lead Viola to the barn, a bit worried and inwardly wishing the scene wouldn't be too obscene when she opened the door. Cadence was asleep, looking rather dishevelled and fully nude on a hale bale. Aria looked quite bored sitting against a wall, spinning a pitchfork around in boredom. Viola was practically hiding behind Mel as Mel explained to Aria what was happening. Mel woke Cadence, but she woke with a gasp and then a moan as her unbelievable horniness hit her again. Even as she reached for her honeypot she explained that her arousal was stuck almost at a perpetual high- the only way she could face Reed was if she received herself, and even then it would be temporary. Aria blushed, saying she could tame the wild beast if Mel gave her a few minutes, so Mel and Viola slipped out and closed the door again behind them. Viola started to bend over though, bracing her hands on her knees, muttering that it was too heavy. Her breasts were tightening with another load of milk, but she had nothing to put it in! When Mel offered to help she quickly shuffled back to avoid her, saying she wasn't going to waste it. Mel sighed, knowing there was only really one option, and lead Viola to the side of the barn, out of Reed's point of view from his car. Cadence sunk her fingers in, gripped and pulled up on her passage trying to numb the feeling of need to no avail, apologizing to Aria for making her help with this. It overwhelmed her body and mind, making it impossible for her to function doing anything else. Aria managed to heft her jiggly rump up onto the hay bale with her and when she sat down her ass covered Cadence's legs entirely! She would prefer doing a 69 because she was getting a little needy herself, but if she tried that Cadence would be suffocated in ass fat. Because of the attention, ample lubricant and arousal, Cadence's vagina was both very puffy and very flexible. Keeping the points of her fingers together, Aria slowly slid her entire hand up into her. Her massive soft thighs hugged Cadence's, and Aria bent over using her free hand to hold herself up as she lowered her face to the multiple peaks of Cadence's breasts. With her entire hand inside Cadence, she could only reach the top breast's nipples with the tip of her tongue to flick their rubbery stiffness. Cadence took over with her own hands, covering the top two and squishing and rolling the flesh aggressively like a baker with a handful of dough. She had to use quite a bit of strength to counter the weight of so much flesh, but Cadence managed to bend a knee up between Aria's butt cheeks and push her knee against the anus. Aria got her hand in to the wrist before she retracted her fingers and made her hand wider as a fist- extended, her fingertips brushed Cadence's cervix, which was obviously the end of the road. She actually managed to get it a little bit deeper as a full fist, but not much. Her fist couldn't move much in or out, but the effort of trying was enough to drive her wild. The sensation of that coupled with Aria nibbling her jet black nipples was so much that she stopped kneading her own tits and simply trembled and squirmed, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Even after an explosion of fluid came from Cadence with several sudden muscle twitches, Aria kept fisting her to ride the wave as far as it went. The pussy was gripping her hand hard enough to turn her knuckles white and make her fingers ache from the blood flow being trapped in them. Cadence's chest heaved with heavy breaths and her spine jerked occasionally from aftershocks that set her breasts into a jiggling fit like six jello mounds. Aria rest her face down in a valley of tit- two on the sides of her chin and one over either eye. Viola had a shock of momentary panic that was quickly defused by her bovine mindset when Mel told her their only real option to not waste her sweet fluids. Mel was almost more embarrassed, but wanted to fix this as fast as possible so they could cure their actual problems. Viola felt that odd sense of pride again as Mel knelt down in front of her, and she reluctantly untied the sheet around her massive bust. One teat dangled over the other, and both too far out for Viola to easily milk herself- especially since pressing in on them when they were full hurt. Since the growth that multiplied her teats, her breasts now matched midrange beach balls in size, and together probably had similar weight when full as the entire rest of her body. She could only straighten her back for a few moments because the weight was well beyond what she could handle. Mel helped her once the udders were freed, cupping them from below and marveling at the feeling. The weight caused her fingers to sink in without her meaning to, and she could immediately feel the welling of milk inside as a firm sphere in each breast- a dam waiting to burst. A large drop of white hung precariously on the end of each teat, and as Mel was about to put one in her mouth she blushed and hesitated only a bit. The length and thickness of the teat, and Mel's position when taking it in, almost made it feel like she was about to suck on a small penis. The texture and shape was different, it wasn't nearly as stiff, and the fluid this let out was much more palatable. The vibrant pink of the breast and teat reminded Mel of bubblegum. She took the top left teat in her mouth to avoid being dribbled on by the other, and used her hand to squeeze the bottom right. It was awkward, she played with nipples before, especially her own but these teats were almost a full handful and couldn't be satisfied with only two digits. After a few switches of technique, Viola seen she was struggling and wordlessly guided her hand into a proper motion. Cup the breast and gently roll the fingers forward onto the teat and then tug forward gently and rhythmically, not actually squeeze it much. Messaging the breast itself increased the ease of milk flow by relaxing the entire mammary gland system with warm pleasure. For that, Viola was glad she was made so relaxed by the spell, because if she was as affected by her shyness as before, this would make her too tense and it would take forever to get all the milk out of her. She was sad to see all the tasty fluid from one breast end up on the ground, but Mel was doing a good job consuming the other half. Between trying to appease Viola and enjoying the wonderful taste, Mel was having a hard time stopping, even after the heavy liquid started to weigh down her gut. Deep down Viola worried a bit for her, knowing too well just how much fluid her ample udders could contain. Mel had the entire teat in her mouth, her lips gripped the base and pushed gently into the soft sphere of the breast. The flow was unceasing, so Mel had to pull away a few times to catch her breath properly, a few thin cords of saliva still connected her to the teat as she playfully flicked its end with her tongue before diving back down. Viola was rigid and unmoving, trying her best not to moan and reveal how wonderful it felt physically and emotionally to be emptied, and fill someone else to the brim with her sweet milk. She had been able to stand straight for a while before she finally told Mel she could stop. Viola waited till the warm pleasure of flowing out into Mel started to fade. She had a little bit of milk left in her, but her production was so fast it was almost impossible to empty her totally. Cadence got dressed and Aria followed her out at about the same time Mel and Viola came back to the front of the barn. Mel's stomach actually hurt a bit now that she was standing again, she had a lot of heavy milk in her and had overdone it a bit. She waved Reed over, and he got out of the car finally with tome in hand. He was only halfway across to them when he started to shake his head. "How did all of you end up doing something so...lust driven? I mean I know you are teenagers but you are all nearly graduated! And...I have a sinking suspicion the odd case of vandalism in the lower floor bathroom had to do with the harps to? I can fix this, Cadence will be the hardest to fix. While it won't be easy, I can still fix it. We will need to drive to the mountain but..." Aria smirked at his evaluating her size. "No butts." "Aha, glad to see you're as sharp as ever. You can't fit in the car, so...don't tell anyone we did this but, you will have to ride on the roof." "W-what?!" "Don't worry, I will drive slow and go even slower around corners. If we are both careful you should be OK. I don't see any other option." "That's not the part I am worried about! A woman with...with an ass this huge will catch everyone's attention anywhere, never mind riding the roof of a car! The entire city will know about this!" He chuckled, turning to walk back to the car already. "Leave that part to me. Don't worry, no one will notice." With no other option than play along, away they went with Reed driving, Mel in the passenger seat and Cadence and Viola trying to contain themselves in the back, and Aria hanging onto the sides of the roof! Sure enough, no one seemed to react to it on the way over. People gasped and looked, but then their expression changed and they went back to what they were doing, as if their thoughts had been erased. When they arrived, Mel and Aria used their keychain lights to guide the way and they all stood before the harps. Reed stood in silence for a good long time, mentally translating songs and trying to find the correct ones. Some had multiple effects so he did not want to use a reversal on something that wasn't changed in the first place, he had to match it exactly. He nodded and looked them all over, before facing Mel. "Well Melody, what did you and your friends learn from this experience?" "Me? Ask them! I had nothing to do with this." "Mmm, perhaps this time. But they are rather distracted with their own problems right now. So before I reverse everything I want to hear what you learned. Think about it." Mel's head felt a bit dizzy, and the poor lighting wasn't helping that. He was obviously trying to point something out that should be obvious, but what? Mel's thoughts spun, and it was hard to hold onto any one thought for more than a few seconds. What did her master want her to see? Wait, master? His name was Reed...though, he was sort of her master. She wanted to make him proud, so she thought very hard about what she learned. "I...uhm...I learned the harps are more trouble than they are worth." "Only sometimes. If you use them carefully and don't rush into it, they are great. No, the lesson here is- don't tell anyone about them. This happened because you and Aria were not careful enough with this secret. And I was not careful enough with hiding this place...I should have known this place would be compromised during the landslide. But...you won't tell a soul this secret anymore, will you?" "No! I would never go against you...master? What...?" Reed rolled up his sleeve, revealing the bone vambraces, etched from Harm's remains. "The harps are but two of hundreds of relics etched from the dead God. They can shape magic, while other relics simply control a single effect absolutely. My vambraces manipulate peoples minds. I used it to turn people's eyes from us on the way here, and unfortunately I must use it now to turn the four of you into loyal pets. It is the only way to prevent this secret from ever getting out. I'd ask for your understanding in this but my relic will drain all understanding from you, so that's rather futile." Mel joined the other three, squirming and confused as the unseen magic ravaged her very mind. Even Reed was surprised however when the chamber was suddenly fully lit with blue light. Frozen in fear, as a skull the size of a house arose from the chasm swathed in pale blue soulfire. Harm's voice rattled the entire chamber. "I was never buried, so my soul has never rested. I am Harm, the judge and executioner of all things dark and twisted in this world. While these girls used my powers for pleasure and curiosity, you would use them for control, dominance, and ultimately for power. I have judged you guilty. Your punishment shall be theirs!" The soulfire exploded through the chamber as the huge bones fell limp again, shaking the floor on impact. When the fire passed over the girls it burned away all the changes they had made to themselves, including clearing Mel's thoughts. When it hit Reed however, the effect was the opposite. The flames spiralled into him, leaving the chamber in utter darkness again as his clothing was burned to ash instantly. He collapsed to the floor and the girls turned their lights on him out of fear and curiosity- except Viola who turned away in emberasment once she seen he was nude. His skin tightened and became oddly smooth, years seemed to melt off of him, making him younger and younger. He moaned in pain though, as his insides felt like they were on fire. His butt became oddly shapely and rounded, and his thighs became meatier. His hair was shiny and healthy looking, but remained silver grey as it started to lengthen. They had a guess as to what was happening when he shouted out in pain, and started with a deep manly voice and ended with a girly scream. His nipples started to grow and circles of fat started to rise out of his chest as proto-breasts. A tremendous inward pressure started on his crotch, right where his dick flesh gave way to scrotum it pulled inward as both shrank around it. A hole formed as his testicals vanished up into his body to become ovaries and his penis shrank and became underdeveloped, finally reducing itself to a clit. The empty scrotum fused and tightened into labia to frame his, or...her new genitals. Her ass and thighs jiggled and wobbled as she shook her hips back and forth from the aches inside, and her ass grew and grew. Her breasts became very big, very fast and she started to lactate heavily from her obscenely big nipples. When it stopped, the older man had turned into a 20 year old woman, with ass and hips half the size Aria's were, two slightly pink breasts with a long nipple each that were half the size of Viola's, and lactated half as much as well. To top it off, she also had two breasts the same size as Cadence under the huge breasts, and two tiny A cup breasts under those. Mel could tell when she got close, and looked into Reed's one blue and one grey eye- his head was almost completely empty. His thoughts had been simplified to the unending libido of Cadence, the lazy bovine feelings of Viola, and the servitude will he tried to force on Mel. Reed made no move to stop Mel when she slipped the no longer well fit vambraces off. Reed simply looked at her like a dog awaiting its master's orders. And then, around her neck from the inside out, letters in the same unknown tongue as the inscriptions under the harps burned into her flesh. Not having been seen on a person for hundreds of years, a mark of having been judged by either Monious or Harm- known as being vexed. There was a long deafening silence before Aria finally spoke up. "So...who gets Reed now?" Cadence threw her arms up. "Not it! With my luck, he isn't even housebroken." They all laughed at that. As they left the chamber again, with Reed following on her hands and knees, Aria turned sadly to Mel. "Sorry I started all this. The first time had just been so wild and such a unique experience...I knew you had a hell of a time and were scared but...I dunno. Just, sorry." Mel smiled warmly at her, and pat her on the shoulder. "No, you were right. Things got messed up because of bad circumstances, your song worked fine, it was Cadence who messed up the effects. Now that I understand the book a bit more...maybe we can use the harps now and then. Harm said it himself, he doesn't mind when we use it for fun." And so they split up and each went home, swearing to never tell a soul about the harps, or Reed. Because she had so few friends and was home alone the most, Viola was the one to take Reed home with her, and Reed became her loyal pet. Cadence never again thought of using magic, and destroyed the tape recorded song she had, hoping to forget it all- especially her behavior and encounters with Aria! Aria and Mel would always be good friends, and would always return to the chamber from time to time, because what's the worst that could happen?

Title: Hasani, demon hunter by Nahualmorph Tags: Demon, Dinosaur, Elephant, M/M, Tentacles HASANI: DEMON HUNTER By: NAHUALMORPH Warning: this story contains non-consensual sex between male characters, readers should be 18 or over. This is a story I made as a request for a good friend of mine, I hope you enjoy it. "And now the news, another body has been discovered last night in the industrial sector of New York, this is the fifth this week, the local authorities have refused to make any comment, but our sources indicate that this victim shows the same signs, there are traces of sexual abuse and the victim's body appears drained of body fluids..." The vixen continued her report on the evening news, her voice filling the hotel room, Hasani wasn't paying attention to her, he was busy cleaning a crossbow. He got up and looked through the window, the big city had a nice amber colour, the sun would set soon. Hasani closed the window and walked towards his closet. He saw his reflection in the mirror, a heavy muscled 8 feet elephant returned his stare, he was wearing black pants and shirt. The elephant opened the closet door and pulled a large coat, he returned to the table and took his crossbow, he grabbed a long samurai sword and a dagger too and hid them under his coat, he turned the TV off and left the room. The industrial sector wasn't a friendly place even in daylight, now, completely covered by the shadows of the night, it seemed even worse. There were several abandoned factories and warehouses. Hasani was just outside one of these buildings, the elephant kneeled and ran his hand through the dirt in the floor. He could sense the demon's presence, it was near. He heard a scream in the distance. "So, R'jarr had found a new prey" He started running in the direction the scream had come from. Despite his huge frame, Hasani was very agile, he quickly identified the warehouse from which the scream had come, he took his crossbow in his hands and kicked the door open. There, next to a pile of boxes, was a kneeling, naked wolf, and behind the wolf was R'jarr. The demon had a huge muscled body just like Hasani, he had a long, board snout, pointed ears and three horns on his forehead, the demon's skin seemed to ooze some kind of slime. "So, we meet again" said R'jarr in a deep voice. Hasani didn't answered, he lifter his arm and fired a bolt hitting the demon in the shoulder, making him roar in pain. This seemed to pull the wolf out of the trance he was in. "Get out of here, now" said the elephant. The wolf quickly got up and ran out of the warehouse, not even bothering to search for his clothes, the demon pulled the bolt out of his body, the wound closed immediately. "I've been searching you for weeks" said Hasani "the price over your head is just too big to let you go" "Very well then, rogue hunter" said R'jarr "Come and earn your pay" The demon's fingers elongated and transformed into ten thick tentacles, the horns on his head transformed also. Hasani shoot again, this time the bolt was caught by one of the tentacles and snapped in two pieces, the elephant shoot several more bolts, with the same results, then dropped his crossbow and unsheathed his sword. Hasani made his move and attacked the demon. R'jarr was amazingly fast, he dodged each attack with ease. Then it was R'jarr's turn to attack, he used every tentacle as a whip and moved them all trying to hit Hasani, the elephant moved quickly too, dodging the attacks and blocking a few with his sword. The fight between the two titans had become a beautiful dance, each fighter seemed to know what the other would do. Finally, Hasani saw a chance, a gape in the flurry of tentacles, he took his dagger and thrown it into the opening, the demon roared again and fell to the ground, Hasani approached the demon and raised his sword. He had chased this demon for over three weeks all over the country, he wanted to enjoy this moment, but his over thrust coasted him a lot, before he could do anything, five tentacles wrapped around his face and another two took the sword from his hands, he felt a pressure around his legs and arms as the 10Ft long, strong, slimy tentacles wrapped around his body. Suddenly, his face is cleared and he can see again. He is totally immobile, he can't see R'jarr anywhere, but then the demon whispers to his ear. "Not even a rookie would have made that mistake hunter" R'jarr was standing behind Hasani "Now you will pay for it, and I'll have a feast on your body" Hasani knew what was next, R'jarr was a lust demon, he fed of the life force of people in the most unorthodox way, he fucks them to death. R'jarr used his tentacles to rip Hasani's clothes off, he lifted the elephant above his head and took a good look at him, the huge piece of flesh between the elephant's legs mad R'jarr change his mind, he olowered Hasani and whispered to his ear. "You know... it would be such a waste to kill you, , besides, I could use a sex slave with the stamina I'm sure you have." The demon gave Hsani's ear a lick and the elephant started struggling. "No! don't you fucking dare!" "In a few minutes you'll be begging for more" said R'jarr. R'jarr's tentacles moved so they were wrapped only around Hasani's wrists and ankles, the demon started licking all over Hasani's face, taking his time, licking between the ridges of Hasani's trunk, then his eyelids and cheeks, even his big tusks. The demon slowly licked lower, first the neck, then the broad, muscled chest. Hasani was doing his best to maintain control over his body, he knew R'jarr's saliva was a very potent aphrodisiac, but he was not ready for this, the first lick would make his skin extremely sensitive, and the next ones would sent jolts of pleasure directly to Hasani's brain. The demon was now licking Hasani's firm stomach. The elephant knew the only way to get out of this was to stay focused and not let lust overtook his body. R'jarr's tongue was now travelling all over Hasani's lower back, making him shudder with each lick. The demon smiled, he knew Hasani was tough, and he was enjoying breaking his will, he started licking Hasani's butt cheeks, roaming his tongue over the hyper sensitive skin over and over again. When he stopped, the elephant's body was shaking and he was panting heavily. "I'm impressed" said R'jarr "but we're not finished yet" "Shut the fuck up" growled Hasani "nothing of what you do can make me..." Hasani stopped when he felt the first lick across his puckered hole, it only took a second lick to make him loose it, his huge cock, which had been only semi erect all this time, immediately started twitching and growing, R'jarr gave another lick and Hasani moaned in pleasure, his cock was now completely hard and throbbing, it had reached 76.5 massive inches, R'jarr kept rimming Hasani's hole, nearly making him pass out due to sensory overload. He finally stopped and looked down at his own impressive demon cock, he too is rock hard and ready for the next step. He placed the engorged head of his cock right at the entrance of Hasani's anus. "Are you ready big boy?" Before Hasani could answer, R'jarr pressed and started to slowly insert his huge cock into the squirming elephant, trying to make Hasani feel every inch of his cock, until he was finally buried all the way in. the demon started to move slowly and used his free tentacles to rub all over Hasani's body, the elephant was now totally lost in pleasure, his cock is completely covered in precum. "Fuck you" he yells "you'll never have me, you'll never..." "Shut up already" said R'jarr and shoved one of his tentacles in Hasani's mouth "You're going to like it once my seed is in your body, you will be a total cock addict, you'll be my bitch, whenever I need a cum bucket, you'll just get on all fours and take my load, what does it feels? To know you'll spend the rest of your life as a whore?" The demon started to go faster, shoving his cock all the way into Hasani's hole, nearing his climax. What neither of them knew is that they were not alone, in the very rooftop of the building was another demon hunter, a big buff brachiosaur, he had been watching the entire time and was slowly jerking off, the moans and growls coming from the demon and the elephant only aroused him more, Just when he sees the demon starts taking Hasani harder, he decides its time to jump in, he stuffs his big cock into his pants with difficulty and takes his sword. In the exact moment the demon is about to cum, he jumps through a window, R'jarr tries to react, but it's too late, the brachiosaur's sword cuts the air and R'jarr's head. There was a blinding flash of light and the demon's body disappeared in the air. Hasani fell to the floor still covered in the demon's slime. He looked up and saw the brachio offering him a hand. "Thanks Tegene, that sure was a good timing" said Hasani taking the brachio's hand. "You didn't seemed to be in a hurry" teased Tegene. "Hey, you know how powerful lust demons are, but you do have a point, I could use some relief" said Hasani looking at his bouncing cock. "I could help you with that too" said Tegene "But..." "But what?" "I want more than just a quick fuck, so here it goes... I want you to be my slave" "What? Are you crazy?" "Come on, it will be only for a week, besides, the effects of the slime will last for days, you'll be horny for a long time and you'll need help with that, you know it" Hasani thought about it for a moment, Tegene was right, he looked between the brachio's legs, Tegene's pants could barely restrain the huge cock. "Okay" Hasani agreed "I'll do it" Tegene smiled and let his pants fell to the floor. Hasani's eyes widened when he saw the brachio's equipment, Tegene's cock was massive, dark grey and with bulging veins on its sides. Tegene held his cock in his hands. "How about some sucking before the real thing?" Hasani kneeled and took the throbbing organ in his hands, the elephant felt every inch of his body burning with desire, he opened his mouth and started sucking right away, coating the enormous shaft with his spit, With his hands, he started rubbing Tegene's balls and inner thighs, some of the demon's slime came in touch with Tegene's skin and the brachio felt its effects immediately. He lifted Hasani and made him turn over and bend, Hasani's hole was already stretched and lubed from the previous fucking with R'jarr. Tegene sank his entire cock in a single thrust. Hasani moaned in pleasure and shoved back, they were both very exited, the only thing in their minds was to cum, Tegene placed his left hand on Hasani's shoulder and started pulling the elephant's body towards his cock, His right hand found Hasani's rod and started stroking it furiously, there were no words, only grunts and moans, both hunters were completely driven by lust. Finally, Tegene roared and exploded deep inside Hasani's ass. The hot spurts of brachio cum was the last ingredient to trigger Hasani's orgasm. The elephant's cock throbbed in Tegene's hands and released wave after wave of sticky cream, some of it hitting Hasani's chest, finally, Tegene pulled his semi erect cock from Hasani's hole, the elephant fell on all fours with his eyes closed, suddenly, he felt something wrapping around his neck, he opened his eyes and saw he had a leather collar around his neck, the collar was attached to a leash that the naked Tegene was holding, after licking his fingers clean of Hasani's spooge he spoke. "You'll be wearing that collar for the entire week, get used to it because that's probably the only thing you'll be wearing, my van is not far from here." Tegene started walking and Hasani followed him, he had already forgot about the reward for R'jarr, this bonus was much, much better. THE END.

Title: Part II: Taisha by Zakanfien Tags: Ejaculation, Feline, Handjob, Missionary, Other/Herm, Pool, Tiger, Vaginal, Zoophilia Disclaimer: This story involves sexual activity between a female human and a male big cat. This is a pure work of fiction. The events I describe here didn't happen. No resemblance between the characters involved and any person, living or dead, is intended, even if some parts of the story may look very much that way. This story may be distributed freely but may not be sold, or changed, or used in any commercial way. Finally, if you try to do this for real, get turned into fresh tasty kitty food and eaten for breakfast or get yourself complete addicted to big cats, don't blame me! I deny any responsibility for the actions your take after reading my erotic fiction :-) --- ### Taisha *{means secret in russian}* ### One of my more clingy and affectionate kitties named Taisha, a large siberian tiger, is allowed to sleep in my fathers caravan. I inherited the trailer after my fathers sudden death. My father liked comfort very much. The caravan itself is separated into two part, the rather small front living and driving part and the rear "relaxing" part. Inside the relaxing part a big whirlpool is build into the floor and a huge divan, which rests on a water bet mattress and is clustered all over with large soft cushions, is placed on one of the side walls. The roof is made of perspex to allow a view into the sky while you are resting on the divan. My father loved to take a relaxing bubble bath in the rather large whirlpool and afterwards lay down on the divan and sleep his daily hard works pains away. Back to Taisha. He had been very ill as a cub for some time so one day I took him with me into my fathers caravan and made him rest there, away from the other cubs, to cure him from his illness. My father was so angry at me, I really feared he would kick me out of the circus family at last. After I had explained to him why I had brought little Taisha with me into his sacred relaxing place and that I feared for his life and after I had wept many tears in fear for my small Taisha he little by little changed his mind and finally allowed Taisha to stay inside his private retreat and get well there. From that time onwards Taisha demanded (by loud growling in front of the caravan door and pushing against it) to be let in, even after his full recovery. And - would you believe it - I sometimes caught my father laying together with him on the large divan, both deep asleep, side by side. After my fathers death I created a large fence around the both caravans and placed the two big cat living cages also inside that outer fence. The cages serve as separate retreats for the lion and the tigers. Each cage has several separated regions for the cats to rest, eat and so on. They are all free to enter and leave their cages and play together or with their toys inside the large fence. I did this to let them work out their build up aggression at the various toys or in playful harmless ways together. Ok, once more back to Taisha. He has a very deep affinity for water (like all tigers I ever heard of have) and he loved to share a bath with me or my father in his whirlpool very much. Taisha had developed - after his illness as cub - into a very calm and social big cat for a tiger. I believe that he felt somehow in a debt of honor for my curing him from his illness. He likes to be rubbed and crawled all the time, especially behind his ears and he really loves to be scratched softly under his chin. If you believe tigers can't purr you are somehow right, but they can make low rumbling puffing noises and growls that sound very much like purrs but much much louder and stronger. One day I took one of my very relaxing whirlpool baths together with Taisha. We both were totally enjoying it and I kept scratching him behind his ears. He had his head resting on my right shoulder and kept tickling me with his large moving whiskers in my ear. Silly cat. We both were placed on a build in step inside the whirlpool. Somehow it really got uncomfortable while time passed by in that very fixed sitting position with his weight on my shoulder. While stretching out my foot up to my toes I shifted my right knee a bit into his direction. I touched his right hind leg with my foot and stroke it up and down with my stretched toes to give him a nice body massage while I still enjoyed to scratch him behind his ears. He relaxed even more - if that's indeed possible - and I kept my stretched foot going up and down his right rear leg. He opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. I blinked slowly at him and he did the same towards me. That's cat's talk for "I'm very comfortable, how are you doing?". I closed my eyes and enjoyed the bubbling warm water all around me. Suddenly I felt my stretched toes touch something. I really had no idea what I possibly could have touched until realization dawned at me. Now I had a very hard time to suppress a burst of laughter. My foot was stretched out to the max and it was located - in sheer accident - between his rear legs by now. With my closed eyes I hadn't been aware that I was scratching the inside of his legs and not the outside. It seemed that he had very much enjoyed my accidental toe fondling there because he clearly had become exited by the feel of it. At least that was the idea that had sprung into my mind and triggered my giggle. What else could I have possibly touched THERE? I can't explain why the idea hit me that moment but I really was deadly curious about the look of his member. How did it look like? What was the shape of it? Why did I never had cared or shown interest for it before? Why did it feel so strange to the touch? Questions after questions began clustering my mind and I burst with curiosity. I have to admit that I didn't had much sexual experience and interest by that time. I was nineteen and all my life had been the circus, the daily duties, the care for the four cubs. There hadn't been much time for love and affairs of any kind. I had explored my body on my own - please remember that I had no one except men in my family to talk to - but that's not the same. The curious explorer that had been triggered loose inside me now definitely wanted to find out more and get some answers to the many questions in my head. I stretched my foot out a way more to reach further down between his hind legs. With uttermost care I started fondling around his tool with the top of my foot and it felt to the touch like a stretched middle finger that is lightly bent upwards. It had tiny rough parts all around it and was quite large, I guessed by the feel of it around 7 inches or so. I hesitantly opened my eyes - somehow I feared his angry look fixed on me - but he still had his eyes tightly closed, resting his face comfortable on my right shoulder. I hoped so much for a glimpse of his member but unfortunately there was far to much foam swimming on the water and the whirlpool bubbles didn't made it any easier. Darn it! Getting a clear view of his erect tool seemed to be very tricky. I could never reach down to it with one of my hands while he had his heavy feline head rested comfortably on my right shoulder. I bent my right leg back into a sitting position on the pools build in step and carefully took his head into both of my hands while I kept crawling his soft white fur under his chin with my fingertips. I looked around for the towel that I had laid out ready. He seemed even more contend and I temporarily rested his chin on my opened left hand - and that was quite a show of strength for me - grabbing the nearby soft plush towel with my right. I laid the furled towel on the brim of the pool and slowly, with extreme caution, rested his chin there, still crawling him all over softly with my fingertips. He never even blinked but had that "...I love your crawling soooo much..." smile on his beautiful tiger face. I kept scratching his head around his neck up to his ears with my now freed from his weight left hand and shifted my body sideways to the left on the sitting step, bit by bit slowly away from his large feline body. He really is an enormous cat. He every time had to wind himself into the pool to get into a more or less comfortable position. I kept stroking his head with my right hand and started a very careful exploration with my left. I softly stroke down his neck, between his shoulders, and down his spine. I patted his flank but he still showed no notion of any discomfort. I reached down to his belly and he began to shift forwards lightly. My heart was pounding up to my throat. That was very dangerous territory I wanted to explore but the curious explorer kept pushing me further. My curiosity for his member really drove me crazy. He made a move into a more comfortable sitting position, his front resting on the pools sitting step, his rear legs folded beneath him. Now I really was anxious to touch his member. I worked both hands down his belly and carefully nearer to my goal. Suddenly he moved back up from his new sitting position, stepped onto the pools step completely, flipped there on his left flank and sent a lot of the water over the rim of the whirlpool. He had placed himself now very comfortable on the build in step of the pool I had been sitting on while he still rested his chin on top of the soft rolled towel pillow I had made for him, eyes again closed and a smile like expression on his feline face. Now there was my long hoped for chance to explore. I reached with my right hand between his front paws and kept scratching him there to get him even more comfortable while I reached down with my left one and very tenderly touched his erect tool between his legs. It felt strange, much like his tongue in surface but very hard and stiff. I very carefully touched along his tool from tip to base and it seemed to embed a solid inner structure, like a finger bone, and got structural supported by it. It felt similar to a long middle finger with the difference that it was a lot narrower at the tip and much broader at the base. He trembled along his spine, shifted again on the step and turned his head into my direction with a "WHAT are you doing?!?" look on his face. I blushed - I mean - I felt like I blushed - I mean - I really felt kind of stupid, hot, guilty and ashamed at the same time. I wished for the floor opening and swallowing me up in an instant. I got a completely hot feeling on my face, became very nervous and very uncomfortable and had a absolutely guilty mind. I slowly and very careful backed away from him to the most distanced corner of the pool but he slid his rear down from the step into the pool again, stood on his rear legs and followed me there. "That has been a MAJOR mistake you dumb cow!" I told myself. He kept moving towards me, half floating on his broad chest, half walking on his strong rear legs. I really was puzzled what to do next. He was a 700pd siberian tiger and I had done something to him that he didn't like me to do. Now I really had a very SERIOUS problem. He made a quick final float towards me and rested both front paws on each side of the pool's step I had scrambled blindly backwards onto in a sitting position. Suddenly he started licking my face with his large barbed tongue from my mouth up to my brow with long delightful strokes. I was scared to death at first - seeing him open his mouth and his enormous fangs coming closer to my face - and was relieved afterwards when he started licking my face so much, I nearly peed into the pool out of shock. "THAT WAS SO FUCKING STUPID OF YOU!" I yelled at me with my heart pounding to my throat. At once I started crawling his neck and down his two front feet and up his throat again, all around his face, behind his ears and under his chin. He wasn't angry at all. He was puzzled somehow - as was I - but not at all angry. I calmed down slowly. He kept moving forwards and shifted his weight onto his large front paws that now rested firmly on both sides of my sitting place on the step. I clearly got the impression that he was up into something. He kept licking my face all over and I got a quick accidental glance through a complete bubble-less space in the water. WOW! It seemed that he now really was exited. His member was fully extend from the sheath and looked very stiff and alive, pointing directly into my direction with it's narrow tip. I finally realized what I had triggered in my curiousness. The hot water, the many tickling bubbles around us and my fondling with his member had arose him so much, he now was in need to relief that tenseness anyhow. His body demanded sex with me, somehow, but he was clearly unsure about the how. I wasn't of his kind and in a completely wrong position in front of him. He wasn't alone with that feeling. I also was completely unsure how to react and what to do next. Running was no choice with him standing in front of me, pinning me somehow fix onto the pool's step. Running away in general is a very bad choice with big cats. Hitting him hard onto the nose to scare him away was an option to be considered but he was so passionately cleaning my face that I would have never been able to deliver that blow. That would have broken my heart. "YOU started it, now you have to go through it!" I told myself and reached down with both hands between his front legs, down his furry belly to his erect member. I engulfed it very careful with both hands, having it slide easily between the index and the ring finger of my both hands. It felt so narrow on the tip but on the base it got very broad, even so I had no way to reach down that far yet. He at once shifted his weight back onto his rear legs, placed his both front legs up onto the pools rim in one swift move and began thrusting his hind legs forward into my awaiting hands. I couldn't see much, my sight was blocked through his large furry chest but I felt his tool moving inside my hands and he started to become very noisy. He kept growling and moved faster with every stroke he made into my awaiting hands. "You're jacking off Taisha. You are jacking off a TIGER!!!" it dawned inside my mind but I could not think about it just yet. He increased his efforts. Big bashes of water kept swapping out of the pool and I swallowed a good deal of it. He thrust very hard towards my sitting position and into my waiting hands by now. I closed the gap between my fingers some more to hopefully increase the sensation on his members base without hurting him. With a sudden hard push forwards into my hands - while he scraped hard over both of my hand paws with his completely stiff and pulsating hot tool - he stopped all of his movement. He growled a low grumbling growl that I could feel vibrating through the water and up my belly. I got aware of a warm smeary liquid that filled the gap between my hands in spurts and I felt it dissolve through my closed fingers into the warm bubbling water around us. He kept his stretched position for some time while his member twitched in rhythmic pulses inside my hands and he continued his low throatily growl. With another surprisingly swift move he pulled his member out from my engulfing hands, strained his rear muscles and jumped over me and out of the pool. I got a very detailed glimpse of his member - in my shocked state it felt like watching every move of him in slow motion - while he jumped over my head. It looked very stiff, alive, erect and fleshly. He strolled to one of the carpets I had laid out around the pool and collapsed there, starting at once to clean himself (and his most private parts). I sat somehow totally paralyzed by that short but overwhelming unbelievable experience on the step inside the pool. I really had just moments ago jacked off my lovely tiger kitty Taisha. I moved my securely closed hands above the water surface and opened them carefully. There still were some white smears of sticky fluid visible inside them. I blushed again - or at least I felt the burning heat of a blushing returning into my face. That had been a really thrilling new sexual experience for me (and him). My somehow guilty mind called me a pervert slut but what had I really done? "Nothing wrong at all. The only thing you possibly could do in that tight situation. He demanded a solution and you gave that to him. Accept it as a friendly turn you did for your beloved Taisha. Nobody got injured so why having a guilty mind..." I finally convinced myself. Now all my curiosity and kinkiness came back in an instant and I sniffed at the few remains of Taisha's fun inside the pool with me. It didn't smell like anything I had smelled so far. It had a very wild smell, like body odor but not so disgustingly strong, more like the faint musky note of a strong perfume. I dipped my index finger into it and gave it a small taste: Very salty and bitter... Taisha had stopped cleaning himself and had quietly been sneaking over to me while I was puzzled by the moment and deep in thoughts. He gave the left half of my face another sudden cleaning with his large feline tongue and I took the chance and showed my two opened hands to him. He licked them completely clean of any remains and was absolutely into that clean up licking. That in turn was getting me hot and very horny. "Taisha, I hope your first time with a female felt great?" I said to him and he licked my face some more. I reached down to my bath dress and opened the zipper in front. I had a real struggle stepping out of it inside the pool and Taisha gave me a very suspicious look. It must have looked very strange to him. I was literally slipping out of my own skin somehow directly in front of him. I threw the bath dress with a quick move into one corner of the caravan and got myself into a very comfortable sitting position on the front rim of the whirl pool's step. My legs were spread wide apart and I slowly moved my right hands ring finger between them. I gave my clit a very good and slow stroking, all the time thinking about Taisha and trying to remember the shape and feeling of his tool between my hands. That thought was so extraordinary thrilling, it turned me on like nothing had ever done before. I arched my head back over the pool's bulky rim and Taisha started to lick my face again from above. Oh yes, this was so arousing, pleasing myself in front of him, thinking of him all the time, getting licked by him on the face while I did this all. It didn't took me long to build up a very high tension inside my body. I became hot, very very hot. The warm water, my lovely Taisha licking me, the things I had done with him just moments ago still clear in my visual memory. I started whimpering softly while I got closer to the point of no return by each soft stroke with my fingertip. With every moment that passed I got more and more unaware of the whole place around me. My own sexual tension totally engulfed my senses so I absolutely got caught by surprise when Taisha reentered the pool with one of his most elegant cat like jumps directly over my head and into the middle of the pool. Big waves of hot water poured over me and I nearly drowned. Now I really was mad with Taisha. He had stolen away my sexual relieve I so much longed for right now. I had been so close just a tiny moment before. My body still was on fire but all that erotic pictures in my head had been washed away. Darned cat. Taisha turned around inside the pool and floated again over to me. He shifted his weight onto his front legs, settling them both firmly on either side of my sitting position and started softly cleaning my face. "Yes, you should feel very guilty now. You really spoiled my pleasure, kitty. That's no excuse to lick my face..." I told him and wanted to get out of the pool. I somehow was very annoyed of him at that particular moment for stealing me what I had granted him without hesitation. I had my elbows resting on the pool's rim, pushing me up to get out. Out of a sudden Taisha started to lick down my throat and over my sensitive tits. Oh yes! That felt great, his rough tongue stroke over my hard nipples and my still erect tits felt like burning with a fire from inside. "Oooooh Taisha..." I whimpered. All the sudden I had a longing for sexual relive again that was stronger than everything rational left in my already tortured mind. I reached down between my spread legs with my left hand while I still latched tight to the rim with my right. I gave my hard clit a very soft massage, just strong enough to build up there an equally strong tension to the feeling I got through Taisha's passionate licking of my breast with his wonderful rough feline tongue. I was half way into a great orgasm. This couldn't possible get any better. A very strong tension in my body kept building up very fast. I arched my back to get my body higher afloat - without any thinking about it - and to induce Taisha into licking my breasts all around and not only over my burning erect nipples. He got the idea at once and gave my tits a fine cleaning, all around them but never missing the hot spot on top. If I had felt hot in lust before, I was blazing now. That was simply impossible. It felt like rushing into a certain and absolute destruction, but I wanted it, I needed it desperately. I wished my body hot and ablaze like molten lava. I wanted the tension to overwhelm me, to melt my mind away in that burning heat. I whimpered so hard, I had tears of joy in my eyes. Maybe it only was my sweat dropping down into them but nevertheless my vision blurred and I could only feel - but I did that with all my senses. This was such a great joy. I became aware of that musky strong scent again and it drove me even deeper into my horniness. Suddenly Taisha stopped licking my beasts and in one smooth move maneuvered his front paws up again onto the pool's rim. "You stupid darned cat - damned - You! - YOU had your relieve already! - I WANT MINE - NOW - damn it! - oh please, please Taisha, please lick me further, please continue to lick my breasts, please, don't stop now, PLEASE !!!" my left over piece of consciousness yelled at him in an uncontrollable fury of disappointment. He again started licking all over my forehead instead of my breasts while my head still rested bent back on the pool's bulky rim. All of a sudden I felt the tip of his stiff member scratching the back of my hand while I had my index finger deeply inside my pussy, massaging my clit as hard as I could endure to give me that last push that I longed so much for. At once I became fully aware of the situation, it felt like something hitting my head hard and bringing me back into reality in no time. The realization stoke me like lightning out of a blue sky: "He wants to mate with ME and maneuvered himself into a perfect position!" "Let him, oh please, let him fuck me, don't loose a second hesitating, PLEASE, I'm so cloooose, so darn close. Let him do whatever he likes. Please! PLEASE!!! I want him inside me! NOW! I can't stand a second longer without sexual relief!" my subconsciousness yelled at me like a million voices at once. "Fuck me Taisha, be a nice big kitty and fuck me deep, passionate and hard..." I whispered breathless, removed the finger from my wet glowing pussy and let his hard member take it's place there. Very carefully I guided him into me with my now free left hand while I floated some space above the pool's step. My back, bending my chest upwards in lust, had brought me there. What than followed I can't describe in clear words. It was like the hardest torment someone could think of combined with the most unbelievable joy one could feel at the same time, completely and inseparable mixed together. He at first worked his penis inside me with very slow and gentle strokes. His rear pumped into me beneath the water surface, supported by his muscular rear legs. Ripples on top of the water surface built up and slapped against my chin. I felt like I was walking along on the edge of an unconsciousness. He sped up with ease, hitting my blazing clit hard with every stoke of his upward curved member. Every deep thrust he made into me lifted us both up a bit and we afterwards slowly descended down, drifting in the bubbling warm water, his member sliding a short way out of me and rasping along my inner and outer pussy lips and softly stoking over my sensitive clit. He redoubled his efforts, his tool kept moving in gentle strokes fully into and back a short way out of me, sending spasms of joy through my whole slit, belly and spine. I was over the point and the hardest orgasm I ever had reached in my whole teenager live hit me like a divine force. I floated in mid air - at least it felt so - between heaven and earth. I moaned very loud, my back bending hard, my feet twitching on each side in uncontrollable convulsions of joy below the water surface. I couldn't think any more and clamped my arms and knees around him out of sheer reflex to the unbelievable joy. I wanted to hold him tight, to never let him stop his mating with me. His long soft belly fur brushed with each thrust that he did into me over my belly and my breasts. He finally stopped his movement and let out a loud rumbling growl I could feel resonating though my belly and up my spine and down into my still twitching legs. I felt his hot tiger seed spraying inside me, felt his penis pulsating with every spurt he made, felt him scratching over my clit with his large tool in that pulsing waves, felt all my vaginal muscles contract and relax uncontrollable around his large member. That did it. My life was over. I felt like dying that very moment. A smaller second orgasm, triggered by his soft wet fur, his rumbling growl, my blazing hard clit and the sensation of his pulsating members inside me, hit me even harder than the first orgasm had. I was in heaven because that sensation couldn't possibly be for real. I couldn't hold back any longer and screamed a soft howl of relief and immeasurable joy. He made another short thrust into me and his tool spurt more of his sticky sperm into me. He finally roared with a piercing loud voice. I - in a sudden shock by his loud roaring above me - let go of my clinch around his body and to slow in my somehow mindless stage became aware that I was floating directly beneath him, firmly settled onto his very large and stiff member. My letting go drifted me down some distance while I despairingly tried to reach ground with my stretched toes. I tried to get hold around him again but by doing so I completely unintentionally slit down along his still pulsating penis until I could feel his furry sheath entering my outer pussy lips and spreading them apart with a soft brushing sensation. He loved me for that complete unintentional move. His rumbling growl of pleasure on top of me tripled in intensity and another powerful hot spurt of semen shoot deeply into my womb. I was completely spent. That was the most unbelievable thing I ever had experienced in my whole life. This fuck was so unearthly good. I tried to relax in that new position, having him buried inside me from tip to hilt and enjoyed the nice warm afterglow feeling that spread up and down through my whole body. I stood tiptoes now, searching hold on the ground of the whirlpool while I kept my upper body over water only by softly clasping his flanks again while I began to rub my both hands up and down his flanks and spine to show him my endless thankfulness. His tool continued to make soft twitching moves inside me and he seemed to like the feeling of my rubbing hands and my soft warm pussy all around his whole member very much. He made to my great pleasure no sign at all that he wanted to split our deep concretion too soon. I suddenly remembered the jump out of the pool that he had made and hoped for good that he wouldn't try such a stunt with me attached to him in that deeply way. My concerns were to my fortune without any reason. He seemed to enjoy every single moment of our deep connection very much. It felt so indescribable nice, that deep feeling of a physical and spiritual bond between us that I had with him now. Our warm bodies clung so close together, I enjoyed his company more than I ever could have imagined. He now not only was a part of my family, he was my lover now and I had become his mate. Now we belonged together. I couldn't think of anything better that had ever happened in my whole life. After some time I got aware that his hot sticky tiger cum leaked out of my pussy. The warm pool water entered me and I could feel it slowly mixing with his leaking out seed. His rumbling growl of relieve softened and finally ceased. We both stood still inside the pool, he stood with his dripping wet fur over me, I still clasped around his body directly below him and rubbed his spine up and down with my free hands in deep gratitude for him and everything he shared with me that moment. He shifted backwards and his tool reluctantly gave way out of me. It hurt slightly, his sharp - through his excitement now fully extended - penis spines rasped against my inner pussy and all over my still blazing sensitive clit. He suddenly made one swift motion down and back and slit out of me completely in one fast move. I let go of him and my bum hit the step quite hard that I had been floating above a very short distance all the time. He again strained his rear leg muscles and jumped over me and out of the pool. I got a very detailed glimpse of his member and marveled about his size and shape. I settled down onto the step and let my head fall backwards over the pools rim completely, the rolled towel where Taisha had rested his head before in my neck. I was completely done and couldn't believe what just had happened. I looked blankly onto the caravan ceiling and watched the fluffy clouds floating by through the perspex roof. I noticed the noises that Taisha made while he was busy cleaning himself. That really had been the best time in my life that I could remember. It had been the best fun I ever had. No, fun wasn't the right word. It simply had been completely addictive. I had to do this again. Very soon. I had to get that wonderful feeling again... Taisha came over to me after a quick cleanup of his private parts and positioned himself alongside the whirlpool's rim, his face directly over mine. I somehow managed my left hand stroking him softly behind his ears. "Taisha, that simply was unbelievable. I love you so much my kitty. Thank you for everything you just allowed me to share with you!" I whispered. I believe he understood the meaning of my words. He blinked slowly at me in response and I closed my eyes. I woke up again a hour later or so. Taisha had gone outside to play with his friends. I still sat inside the whirlpool, my neck aching a bit because of the unhealthy position with that rolled together towel in my neck. I slowly got my head upright and tried to get my spine in a correct position again. "Wow, that was the most pervert and unbelievable erotic daydream I ever had!" I thought and shook my head in disbelieve. I sat up and climbed out of the pool. Only when I stood outside it I noticed that I was completely naked. Where was my swimsuit I always wore inside the pool? It lay in on corner of the trailer, messily and clammy. This simply couldn't be true! I crouched down and reached between my spread legs. I felt slimy and a whitish fluid covered my index finger after I had pulled it out. I still couldn't believe that all of that erotic dream had been REALITY in spite of the hard evidence that I carried inside me...

Title: Maybe Massage with CUM Ch. 01 Tags: cum, cum on boobs, massage, fetish "How are you?" "Good . Yeh, great." "No, really. How are you this morning?" "OK" Tema answered. "I feel fine today." Her partner continued. "Are you up for this?" "Yeh. Looking forward to it. I feel a lot better than yesterday. You know me. Sometimes I just think too much." He knew this was an 'easy out', but the main thing was that she was ready for today. They could go over the rest in more detail when she was ready. "His name is Charles and he is new. Details submitted put him in his mid-thirties and well off. He has no physical problems listed. The reason he gave was that it helps him relax more than anything else." Tema's voice was calm and clear. "Sounds fine. No problems. How long?" "Initially an hour but he has requested that the longer option be kept open." They parked and he followed her down the sidewalk. A fine looking woman. The tight short white leather skirt showed her every move. Moves accentuated by the obscenely high heel shoes she had become so confident wearing. The white certainly did it for him. Contrasting her long dark hair and giving her that 'I'll be your head nurse look'. The very low cut, white top, so tight across her tits and then loose down to the skirt finished the picture. She looked good enough to eat. "I love you." He said. Formalities at the door were quick and painless. Charles parting with $150 and Tema leaving a business card on the hall table. MAYBE MASSAGE FULL BODY MASSAGE SPIRITUAL MASSAGE SENSITIVE TO THE INDIVIDUALS NEEDS Tema followed Charles into what looked like a spare room, leaving her partner in the lounge. She took a quick glance at him to reassure herself that he was OK. Some clients were uncomfortable with his presence but soon realized that, if her partner was not in the next room, Tema was not there. Sitting relaxed in the expensive lounge he could hear groans coming from the next room. There was no mistaking it. Some were Charles' response to pain. He knew only too well how one of her massages could hurt. This was understandable as Tema was not small or frail. She had a deceptive strength in her hands and arms. Hell! The woman loved to wrestle and now that she was giving massages regularly her strength was developing. Another groan and Charles closed his eyes. They did not remain closed for long as he did not want to miss any of the sight in front of him. Her wonderful red lips were one of her outstanding features, her eyes another. When she smiled her whole face smiled. She was smiling now. She did enjoy her work. His eyes then moved to her breasts. They were large and barely contained by the very low cut top. The top produced ample cleavage and left the top part of each nipple exposed. Well the top part of each areola was clearly visible, and Tema's were large. Charles was mesmerized though this was not unusual for Tema as many of her low cut tops exposed these parts of her nipples. She loved showing them and loved the reaction she got from men. She kept her large breasts well tanned by nude sunbathing in her back yard and her large, dark areolas were often visible through her tops. This woman genuinely loved to expose her tits and would often expose them completely while driving near trucks. She did not need her partner to encourage her. She did it while driving alone as well. She did not hide this and would tell her partner after each event and this often lead to great sex. At the moment though, they were being devoured by Charles' eyes. He was on his back and getting his initial rubdown and oiling. Over on to his belly now and he seemed to gain more courage. "Would you consider a few extras?" "Maybe" "Would you consider..." "Maybe" She answered each of his special requests with a deep 'maybe'. "Maybe Massage" said Charles. "Very cleaver" More money changed hands and Tema settled in to work on his back. Her tits were fully exposed now and swayed as she worked. They were large and firm and each ended in a magnificent nipple. 15 minutes later Charles was on his back with eyes wide and pleasure written across his face. He was more like mid-forties than mid-thirties, but he was in good condition. He had made some intelligent small talk and Tema felt at ease with him. After another 15 minutes she pulled on the gloves and liberally soaked his belly and thighs with oil. Now SHE was focused. She worked his abdomen and thighs, carefully avoiding contact with his fiercely erect cock, while never taking her eyes from it. Tema was still fascinated by them. She had seen a few in her time but not as many as 'you' might think. With limited sexual experience she had entered a single-partner relationship in her teens. This had lasted till her early thirties and had severely limited the expression of her sexuality, both with others and sadly, with herself. This had changed in the last year or two and with the venture into this new business, she was making up for lost time. But for now she was focused on a cock. She loved the way they grew large and firm, often enjoying and prolonging each phases along the way. Sometimes cocks reacted to the sight of her. Sometimes they reacted to her touch. But occasionally they reacted to her sexuality. To the fact that she did what she was doing now and enjoyed it. These were the best. When someone took the time to explore the psychological side of her sexuality, this turned her on as much as any physical act. To accept her sexuality and enjoy her for it, to love her for it, that was amazing. She refocused. By now both hands were working the oil-soaked cock and balls, independent of her conscious thought. Now the groans were unrelated to pain. Another question and another 'maybe' and Charles had access. His hands roamed over both magnificent tits, settling on the nipples. Charles was gently squeezing them between finger and thumb, experimenting with pressure, rolling and pulling. There was no mistake, she preferred straight pressure with a slight pull. As he increased pressure her hands worked more energetically on his cock. She was good. She would get him close ...on the edge... then ease the tempo and pressure, shifting her attention to the shaft. It was a nice cock she decided. A little longer than her partners but not as thick. (There were places she really craved the thickness.) An attractive cock here and that raised the level of HER enjoyment. For there was no mistaking it, she was enjoying this too. Charles was sweating now. Several times he thought he would cum but Tema had different plans. Several times pre-cum had bubbled from his cock and this seemed to intrigue this wonderful sexual, sensual woman. She would touch the cum on his cock with a gloved finger and lift the finger, intently watching the string of cum joining the two. By now Tema was wet and aware of the sensations coming from her nipples. She was not aware of just how much pressure Charles was applying to these big fantastic nipples. It was all too much for Charles. She was using 2 hands, moving them up and down as well as rotating them. Few cocks could last long under this treatment and this cock was no exception. Though she was ready for the cum. She was not ready for the force with which it was released. The first stream hit her chin, left a ribbon across her cheek and ended with many creamy droplets in her beautiful wavy dark hair. By moving back a little she was ready for the second shot, she thought. But by moving back while still holding this beautiful cock she only succeeded in aiming it lower. The second blast hit her exposed tits. Fuck she thought as she looked at her tits. Both were covered in a large quantity of thick creamy cum. She loved watching the ribbons of cum fly through the air, but wearing them was not part of the plan. The next ribbon went harmlessly into the air and the rest ran down her gloved fingers to pool at the base of the cock. Wow that was amazing, she thought, but simply said. "Mmmmm that was nice." Charles was breathing heavily (surprise, surprise) and staring at Tema. Charles looked at the thick line of cum running up her chin and across her cheek and at the drops in her hair. Then he looked at her cum-soaked tits. Tema's hands were still on his hard cock. She was not working it, just looking and admiring the volume of cum it produced. "You look unbelievably good." He stammered. "Thank you Tema, that was wonderful. "I have not cum like that in years. You truly are fantastic." His voice brought her back. "Mmmmm I enjoyed you too. I hope you are relieved and satisfied." She said. She was standing, both hands still gently wrapped around the cock, looking at Charles, who had one of those 'cat who swallowed the canary' looks across his face. Charles had a cum fetish and could not tear his eyes from the sight in front of him. This beautiful woman was standing there in conversation with him, while some of the cum on her cheek ran down to join the cum on her chin. It then formed a long dangling strand (as only cum can) that swayed from her chin each time she spoke. A blob of the cum on her left tit slid down to the nipple and there was another ribbon of com dangling from it. The contrast of the dark tanned nipple and the creamy cum was beautiful. This was a fantasy cum true. What amazed Charles most was that she was totally relaxed and comfortable with her current condition. Tits exposed, cum on her face and covering her tits and in her hair...his cum...and she still had her hands around his cock. This really was a lifetime memory in the making. "Did you cum?" "No." She replied. "But it was nice and I loved your powerful squeezing of my nipples." "Didn't I hurt them?" "No. I need at least that much pressure to get the sensation." Several of the drops of cum in her hair dropped onto her forehead and started to slide down. "So HONESTLY, did you really enjoy that." "Yes definitely." She replied. A large dripping from her chin onto her right nipple. "But, a 'working girl' enjoying her work." He said in disbelief. "Surely that is unheard of." "OH I'm not a 'working girl'. I have a regular well paying job, as does my partner. We just do this to satisfy my urges and curiosity, and for a little extra holiday money." Still disbelieving Charles continued. "Doesn't your partner mind?" "No." Tema said, shaking her head and causing more drops to leave her hair and join the cum already sliding down to rest on her eyebrow. Charles wished he had a camera recording this show. He makes his living with cameras and when he really wants one there are isn't one handy. "Why should he. I don't love you. I'm not going behind his back or lying to him. I'm not exposing myself to disease." She paused and looked down at her cum covered tits. "Oh. Yes, well this does not normally happen. I seemed to get a little carried away with you today. And this is not too great a risk." She moved to turn as she finished speaking. Charles caught her hand. "Please wait a moment. You look absolutely fantastic. You look gorgeous to me right now. Right now, you are a fantasy of mine cum true. And a fantasy of millions of others too, I'm sure. She replied. "Well I know my partner would enjoy this sight. He has a major 'cum fetish'. Removing her hand from his, she stood back for him to admire." "Do you like the way I look?" She asked playfully. "OH GOD YES" He replied. She swayed her tits from side to side and turned her head so the cum covered side of her face was towards Charles. She extended her tongue and sensually ran it around her lips, careful not to get any cum on it. "Do you like the look of cum on my tits? Your cum splattered all over my tits and nipples. Your cum all over my face. In my hair and ready to drop into my eyes. Do you like that?" "OH GOD YES" Charles, groaning again now. "Do you like it dripping from my chin?" She moved her jaw. "OH GOD YES" "Do I look good standing here talking to you with your cum covering me and not even trying to clean it off. Does it excite you to know that I enjoy standing here, in front of a man, covered in his cum and talking to him?" "OH GOD YES" She raised her gloved hand with his cum still thick on the back of her fingers. She turned her hands and brought them to her open mouth. "Would you like to see me lick it off?" "OH GOD YES" She did not do this. Instead she scooped several large globs off her tits and held them expertly above her face and open mouth. "Would you like to see this cum drop into my mouth or would you rather see it drop all over my face?" "OH GOD YES" This articulate, intelligent man had his entire conversational skills reduced to three words, and in this case they didn't even answer the question. Continuing her 'role' she smiled at him and asked. "Would it have been better if I had knelt down in front of you so you could have shot that huge load all over my face and into my mouth?" "OH GOD YES" "Would you want me to open my mouth and let you see your cum in my mouth?" "OH GOD YES" "Would you like me to be your 'cum slut', and do anything you ask me to? To beg for your cum and lick it off anything while you take photos." No answer this time. Just a grunt as Charles came again. Tema was safe this time as the cum just oozed down over his own fingers. As Charles used a towel to wipe his hands and cock, Tema used one of her warm moist towels to clean herself up. Charles spoke as they cleaned. "You are a very sexual person Tema." "Mmmmm it's a large part of my life and after trying to deny it for nearly 15 years, I have finally accepted it. I am usually more careful than today and I am faithful to my partner. That is, I do not enter any sexual contact without his knowledge and without protection." She paused to think. "We both enjoy a variety of sexual experiences with little guilt. Our path is one of shared sexual experiences, Made possible by our love and mutual respect. I have seen spirituality described as a person's exploration of the self. Examining the meaning to their life and their interactions with others. Is this so separate from sexuality. If a definition like this is acceptable, does it not place a person's sexuality deep inside their spirituality. Can the two be separated? However, the majority of our sexual experiences involves only the two of us." As he spoke Tema knew the intelligent Charles had returned. Evolution was cruel to give males a cock and a brain...but only enough blood to run one at a time. "That sounds like a very unusual relationship. It is certainly outside most people's perception of normal." "Tema spoke with a degree of sadness in her voice. "Yes I think religion and 'moral crusaders' have an unnatural power over peoples behavior. If you remove religion and social prohibitions from the last hour, it could be seen as a healthy woman experiencing an intimate time with a healthy man. Even bringing this man a degree of relief and happiness, while enjoying the experience herself. Doesn't sound sinister to me. Don't see any mutilated bodies. Don't see anyone being held against their will. Try as I might, I can't see the harm. My only concern is that my partner remains at ease with what we do and that I don't let societies narrow and bigoted view, damage my self esteem." The words Charles spoke showed his awe with this woman. "I have never known anyone remotely like you Tema. I am mesmerized by you and your openness, in fact by your total sexuality. You are truly captivating. Can I see you again?" "Remember Charles. This is a business arrangement. I have no intention of meeting you." "Yes of course." Charles spoke quickly. "I did not mean it as it sounded. I meant can I make another booking?" "Yes of course. Just follow the online procedure you followed last time." Tema's voice now had a business-like tone. She was heading for the door. One last question please. Was Charles pushing his luck here? "What turns you on? What is your sexual fetish? A woman like you must have at least one." "I am able to enjoy all types of sexual activities I have tried so far. However, the one that does it for me physically is Anal." Tema replied as if she was ordering a coffee. "In particular?" Charles pushed. "All aspects of anal. On my partner and on myself. Insertions and much more. But that is another story." "Could I use my hands and toys on your ass next time?" Charles asked. "Maybe." She said as she pulled the door closed behind her. Did Tema return? Did Charles get his wish? How did Tema's partner react to her story of her time with Charles? What experiences has Tema had with her other 'clients'? Is it true that this was only her 6th client?" "What were Tema's other meetings like?" There is so much more to tell. But the most important question is: Does such a woman exist? "OH GOD YES" \*\*\* AUTHORS NOTE: Tema has many more adventures to experience and she has promised to share these with me. She has also agreed to share the stories of the clients she has had to date.

Title: Matt and Michelle Ch. 04 Tags: incest, taboo I was hammering a nail into a board in shop class. Wait, no, that's not right. I was stomping my feet on a wood floor. Was I? No, I was pounding on a door. But I wasn't pounding on a door. Someone was pounding on a door. I awoke from dreaming all of these things to hear actual knocking on my front door. It was 10 am. After a night of sexual exploration broken up by little naps, I was not really all there. Michelle pulled a pillow over her head with one hand and gripped my arm with another as I crawled out of bed with the intention of answering the door. "Just ignore it and they'll leave," she mumbled from behind her pillow shield. Even though she had induced an explosive orgasm from me just a few hours before, I was once again half hard. None of my clothes were in her room so I stumbled into the hallway and grabbed a towel from the bathroom on my way down the stairs. I was seriously hoping it was someone trying to sell something or convert me, and the sight of me throwing off my towel and being in all of my naked glory would cause them to run the other way and never show up again. "Oh you've got to be kidding me," I sighed to myself as I glanced through the peephole. Michelle's friend Kelsey was right there on our front step, banging on the door. I decided to just yell through the door and avoid having her see me in a towel. "Yes? Can I help you?" "Hi Matt it's Kelsey! I'm picking up Michelle. We're going to the track meet. She's not answering texts and I've been outside for like forever." Boner: killed. "Can I come in?" Shit. "Oh, uhhhh sorry! Yeah, she left early this morning. I think she said she was going to the gym. Maybe she'll meet you there? At the track meet?" There was a pause. Kelsey was rude and intrusive and pushy and the chances that she'd leave were slim. "Well can I come in for a minute? I need to use the bathroom." Shit. Again shit. I glanced behind me and Michelle was crouching halfway down the stairs. Her hair was tousled and she was wrapped in a sheet. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. "Yeah, bathroom, fine." I wildly gestured for Michelle go to back up to the room and close the door. I opened the door for Kelsey who was dressed like she was about to go clubbing, not to be a track meet spectator. I braced myself for the heavy flirting that was about to happen. This girl could not take a hint. "Soooo...are you by yourself this morning?" She was smirking and glancing down at my towel. "Ah, no. Nope. Got a girl upstairs. So, you know, gotta get back." I glanced longingly at the top of the stairs. It wasn't a lie. I did have a girl up there and was itching to get back. It just so happened that girl was my sister. "So you need to use the bathroom? You know the guest bathroom - right there behind the den. Knock yourself out." Kelsey looked crestfallen but I'm not sure if that made her any less determined. I could tell she was deliberating in her head about how far she would push it. Before she could ask any more questions or follow up, the shower went on upstairs. Kelsey's eyes widened and she leaned her body and glanced up the stairs, as though she could see into the bathroom from that angle. "You know what? It's cool. Sorry to have disturbed you. I can use the bathroom at the track. Tell Michelle to text me when you see her." She made a hasty retreat and I let out the biggest sigh of my life. Once she was gone and I heard her car leaving the driveway, I charged up the stairs lightning fast to get back to my love. The bathroom was already steamy and Michelle was in the shower singing something from Hamilton. I dropped the towel and opened the shower door, stepping in and pressing myself against her back. I was already half hard again. "Well, hello you." I could hear the smile in her voice. "I got rid of our intruder. Do I get a prize?" She turned around and put her hands on my shoulders. I loved the feeling of her nipples lightly brushing against my chest. Michelle scrunched her nose and said, "I kind of feel bad for blowing her off. But in my defense I didn't commit to going to the track meet, I just said I might be interested." "She is gone now and we get the morning back to ourselves. Is there anything in particular you want to do?" As I was speaking, I was also brushing the back of my hand and tops of my fingers against her left breast. She was squirming in ecstasy and lowered a hand to her pussy and started to lightly rub. It was one of the most erotic scenes I had ever witnessed. I could have blown a load right there on the spot, but I decided then and there that any cum I ever had again would be for her whenever and where ever she desired. "I want to do it." "Um, I think we've been doing it, Shelly," I laughed. "No. I mean real, penetrative, you-in-me kind of sex. I want to feel your dick inside my body." "Oh!" I don't know why this startled me. I think somewhere in my mind I knew we'd get there. "Right now? In the shower?" "I don't know. What do you think?" She was as turned on as I was, and I could have plunged my now rock hard cock straight into her at that very moment. But that kind of first time should be special. Standing up in the shower felt exciting but not special. "Let's finish up here and when we get out we can figure out the best time and place." This was literally the most restrained I have ever been in my life and I still don't know how I managed to utter that sentence. "OK, wash me then!" She handed me a shampoo bottle and I started on her head. Once that was washed out and a little conditioner washed out too, she washed my hair. Every touch felt special and amazing, but unfortunately also was pushing me closer to cumming. When it came time to soap her body, I was careful to wash all over but not linger or spend any extra time on her pussy. She was slippery and so aroused that it took every ounce of effort I had to not finger her. But I got her washed without giving in to that desire. When it came time to wash my body, I didn't know what to do, She started with my face, neck, and shoulders. By the time she got to my chest I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. I leaned in to kiss her, and we stood there, me still holding her wrist, making out for a solid 5 minutes. The water started to get cooler so I quickly soaped and rinsed off the rest of my body. She turned off the water and we got out and dried ourselves off. "This is so Adam and Eve," she said as we walked into my room. "We could just wander naked through the house all weekend." I smiled at the thought of us doing that, and of all of the other things we would get to do to each other. I looked at her glowing face, long brown hair wet on her perfect shoulders. Gorgeous tits. Perfect waist, curved hips, glorious pussy, splendorous legs. Mostly my mind flashed with the memory of all of the years we had. All of the shared moments. All of the experiences. Everything we had in common. She was not a weekend fuck toy. She was the perfect woman. She was my sister. She was the love of my life. I was going to figure out how to treat her like it. "Let me take you out, Shelly." "Like, on a date?" "Exactly on a date. It doesn't have to be fancy, but let's go out. Maybe brunch?" She smiled back. "Yeah. I mean yes, let's do it. Let's go on a date." She leaned in to hug me and my erection pressed against my stomach between us. A little friction and it would have made a mess all over the both of us, so I gently separated our bodies. "I'm sorry that I'm perpetually hard around you. It seems to have a mind of its own. It's a relief to know it works after a month of it not cooperating but now it's just...out of control. I promise it'll get better. I mean, I think it will." She was staring intently at it, which was not going to help it go down. "Would it help if I made it soft?" "Like...you're going to scare it or something?" "Hahaha no silly, I mean I can make you blow a load and get some relief for a little bit." Just hearing her talk like that made my dick flex a little. But that wasn't what I wanted. "The next time it does that, I want it to be from making love to you Shelly." "I love you Matt." "I love you too. Now get out so I can get some clothes on and let's get some brunch." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* We don't live in a tiny town. But we do live in a town small enough that the odds are high that you will bump into someone you know when you're out and about. Kids from school, their parents, co-workers, teachers, neighbors. Sometimes even relatives. My hope when we got into my car was that we wouldn't bump into a single person we knew today, and get to live for the next few hours like husband and wife. I know, it's cheesy, playing house like that. But it felt like everything in this moment. We settled on a nearby Mexican restaurant that we hadn't been to in a while. Michelle said that Mexican food sounded good, and I liked the thought of being in a dark, candle lit room gazing into her face. We were seated at a round booth and scooted so we were sitting right next to one another. "Margaritas? said a very bored sounding waiter. I don't think either of us looks like we are over 21. I glanced at Michelle and shrugged. "Want one?" "Kinda? I mean, only if you will." "OK, we'll have 2 on the rocks with salt." The rest of the meal was fairly uneventful, but as they cleared our plates away Michelle's playfulness started to turn to a little sexual, probably fueled by the half a margarita she had finished. She was doing this little sexy shoulder dance and I kept having to adjust my basketball shorts around my erection. Without any warning, she reached under the table and rubbed the tip of my cock which was peeking up through the top of my shorts, but under my shirt. She rubbed over my shirt for a second and then stealthily slid her hand under my shirt and squeezed the tip. Pre-cum oozed out and onto her palm. She opened her hand and started rubbing her flat palm over the head of my cock in a circular motion. Her movements were subtle and we were sitting very still so none of the dozen or so other patrons seemed to notice anything. I felt my eyes going in and out of focus it felt so good. "Matt? Michelle?" It was Dana, mom to my classmate Robby. "Hey you guys! How are you doing?" "We're great Mrs. J! Just grabbing a bite to eat." I was grateful that Michelle managed to speak in complete sentences because I'm pretty sure at that point I was drooling. She also stopped rubbing and instead grabbed my shaft with her hand and squeezed, holding on to it. Thank heavens for liquid courage. "Great minds, I was craving this place," laughed Dana. "Ralph is meeting me in a minute. It's so good to see you guys, especially you Matt. Don't see much of you since you started State." "Yeah." OK so I wasn't going to be William Shakespeare while my sister firmly held my hard as stone cock in her fist. "Good to see you too." "You know I wish Robby and his sister got along as well as you two," she said while Michelle started slowly pumping my throbbing erection up and down under the table. "I don't think in a million years they'd just go out and have a meal together." Pumping stopped, circles on the head again. "Maybe one day they'll be closer like you are." Back to gripping the shaft, and now gentle tugs. Tug. Tug. "Well here comes Ralph. Enjoy you two!" "Thanks Mrs. J! Matt and I will see you guys soon I hope!" Once she walked away from the table I sputtered some air out of my lungs and gasped, and pulled Michelle's hand away from my crotch. "I swear Michelle I am going to explode so hard it's going to hit their fucking table." "Say no more." Michelle flagged down the waiter for the check, paid, and escorted me out to my car in the basement of the parking lot. She walked just in front of me but I don't think it did much to hide the tent in my shorts. We jumped into the car and by the time the doors were locked her head was in my lap and she was sucking so hard on the head of my cock that her cheeks were hollowed. The rest of my cock was still under my shorts, but the head was out and it was enough for her to go to town. Not surprisingly, my entire body shuddered and I came instantly into her sucking mouth. As I was blowing a sizable load into her warm mouth, she reached under her skirt and started to frig her pussy furiously. I reached to help her but was mostly under the spell of spewing junk against her firm tongue and didn't really make as much progress as she did with my hand. With the head of my cock still in her mouth she started screaming through her orgasm, and as she did some of my cum dribbled out of the sides of her mouth and fell back into my lap. She sat up and the obscene look of her was too much. Red-faced, panting, drooling my cum. I grabbed her and kissed her while she lazily fondled my softening cock. I slid a hand down to her pussy just to get a quick feel, and my hand was lubricated with her juices immediately. She began to grind against my hand and I slid in a finger, and then two. It only took another minute before I got her off and her body shook a little bit against my hand. I slid my hand out and rubbed her tits under her shirt with her juices. We made out in the car for a few minutes before we were startled by a knock on the window. It was a parking attendant telling us that this wasn't a place for our behaviour. We pulled out of the garage and made the drive home silently, holding hands and each imagining all of the things we wanted to do for the next 24 hours before our parents came back home.

Title: Kari ed il suo Pokemon (ITALIAN) by Theprey Tags: Human, Italian Language, M/F, Masturbation, Snake, Vore (soft) WARNING: Italian language Kari era una bella e giovane ragazza, aveva lunghi capelli biondi e occhi azzurri. Un corpo minuto ma grazioso. Inoltre, era una brava allenatrice di pokemon. Il suo pokemon preferito, era un'esemplare di Ekans. Il suo Ekans, era un pokemon molto forte ma purtroppo, c'era un problema: Ekans non riusciva ad evolvere in Arbok. Kari aveva studiato innumerevoli tipi di allenamenti e diete, ma sempre senza ottenere alcun risultato. Finchè un giorno, in biblioteca trovò un vecchio e polveroso libro intitolato: "Allenamenti Proibiti". Kari prese il libro e lo portò a casa, pensava che forse avrebbe trovato la soluzione per il problema del suo Ekans. Giunta a casa sua, si chiuse nella sua camera da letto e stando sdraiata sul letto, cominciò a sfogliare il vecchio libro. Lesse di molte tecniche proibite di allenamento finchè non trovò quel che cercava: un rituale che avrebbe permesso al suo pokemon di evolversi molto velocemente. Kari lesse ad alta voce "Per consentire ad Ekans di evolvere subito in Arbok, l'allenatore deve essere pronto a sacrificarsi dandosi in pasto al proprio pokemon." Perplessa e un poco incredula, Kari ci rise sopra e decise che quella era una soluzione davvero stupida. Perciò, prese il libro e lo chiuse in un cassetto della scrivania dove sarebbe rimasto dimenticato per molti giorni. Kari si era quasi completamente dimenticata del libro e del bizzarro rituale di cui esso parlava quando accadde per caso che in una calda giornata estiva, mentre era sdraiata sul suo letto con indosso la divisa alla marinara della scuola, per scacciare la noia, Kari cominciò a toccarsi: dapprima con discrezione si passò qualche volta le dita sopra le mutandine poi, manmano che l'eccitamento cresceva, la sua mano divenne più audace e andò ad infilarsi sotto le mutandine, cominciando ad accarezzare lentamente ma con decisione le sue parti intime. In breve tempo, Kari era già molto eccitata: la sua faccia era rossa, i suoi occhi lucidi e già cominciava a sentirsi bagnata in mezzo alle gambe. Quando chiuse gli occhi sentendosi vicina all'orgasmo, le capitò una cosa strana: ebbe una visione di lei completamente nuda e avvolta dalle spire del suo adorato Ekans. Questa visione unita all'eccitamento crescente, le causò un'orgasmo molto inenso: tutto il suo corpo si tese, la schiena si inarcò, la mano libera si afferrò saldamente alle lenzuola del letto e lei non pote fare a meno di lasciarsi sfuggire un sommesso gemito di piacere. Quandò tutto finì, Kari rimase per qualche secondo sdraiata immobile sul letto col viso ancora arrossato e trafelato poi, lentamente tiro fuori la sua mano destra da sotto le mutandine. La ossevò a lungo in silenzio: era completamente inzuppata dei suoi umori vaginali. Si chiese anche se essere mangiata da Ekans sarebbe stato altrettanto intenso ed eccitante. In preda ad una nuova ondata di eccitamento causata da questa sua nuova e folle fantasia, la ragazza, corse alla scivania aprì il cassetto e ne tirò fuori il vecchio libro proibito. Prese a sfogliare freneticamente le vecchie pagine finchè non ritrovò il capitolo che le interessava e riprese a leggere da dove aveva interrotto. "Affinchè il rituale possa riuscire, l'allenatore deve essere desideroso di donare se stesso al pokemon e il momento migliore per attuare questo rituale è una notte di luna piena." Lentamente Kari chiuse il libro, si alzò dalla scrivania e avvicinatasi alla parete col calendario, segnò con un pennello la data della prossima luna piena. La ragazza, ormai stregata dall'idea di essere mangiata, passò i giorni che la separavano dal prossimo plenilunio a masturbarsi con quella fantasia nella mente ogni volta che ne aveva l'occasione. Inoltre, per essere certa che Ekans la divorasse, sottopose il pokemon ormai divenuto il protagonista delle sue fantasie ad un digiuno rigoroso. E alla fine, la notte di plenilunio giunse. Kari al massimo dell'eccitazione, fece uscire Ekans dalla sua sfera pokè. Lei era seduta sul bordo del letto mentre Ekans era sul pavimento raggomitolato fra le sue spire. "Bene Ekans oggi è il grande momento!" Esclamò Kari entusiasta "Tu mi mangerai e poi diventerai un bellissimo Arbok." Il grosso pokemon serpente, inclinò la testa di lato con fare perplesso. "Coraggio non perdiamo tempo!" La voce di cari era incrinata dall'eccitamento e mentre si spogliava era pervasa da un lieve tremore. Intanto Ekans, continuava ad osservare perplesso la sua padrona che si spogliava. In pochi secondi Kari terminò l'operazione ed ora il pokemon poteva ammirare il bel corpo della sua padrona: un corpo minuto ma snello e ben fatto, due bei seni piccoli ma piacevoli e la peluria bionda dell'area pubica. Sempre seduta sul boirdo del letto Kari domandò al suo pokemon "Allora ti piaccio?" Poi con fare sensuale allungò una gamba fino a sfiorare col piede il muso del serpente "Non vorresti assaggiarmi?" Domandò visibilmente eccitata mentre i suoi genitali cominciavano a dare segni di eccitamento: la clitoride si induriva e la fica cominciava ad essere umida. Ma Ekans non reagiva e questo raffreddò un poco Kari "Non mi vuoi mangiare?" Gli chiese "Perchè?" Kari non capiva, aveva lasciato Ekans senza cibo per giorni, perchè adesso non la voleva mangiare? Quindi, pensò di cambiare straregia: sempre tutta nuda, si distese sul letto dando le spalle ad Ekans, fingendo di dormire. Per Kari l'attesa fu snervante, mentre aspettava che Ekans facesse la prima mossa il suo eccitamento cresceva e la sua fica stava sgocciolando i suoi succhi senza dar segno di voler smettere. Ad un certo punto, Kari udì un flebile rumore e poi qualcosa cominciò a solleticarle i piedi: Era Ekans! Kari era così tesa che il solletico ai piedi le causò un brivido di immenso piacere ma si trattenne e continuò a fingere di dormire. Continuò a fingere anche quando si accorse che Ekans stava striscando sopra il letto ed anche mentre lentamente il pokemon cominciava ad avvolgerla nelle sue spire. Ekans lavorò delicatamente e lentamente: prima avvolse il suo corpo attorno alle caviglie di Kari poi, lentamente fu il turno dei polpacci, delle cosce, dei fianchi e del petto della ragazza ansante a causa della malcelata eccitazione. Kari senti le lisce e sensuali spire di Ekans avvolgerla, le sentì strofinarsi contro il suo nudo corpo: era un piacere indescrivibile! Soprattutto quando le spire del serpente comincarono a strofinarsi contro le sue parti intime già molto stimolate, portandola molto vicina ad un grande orgasmo. Quando le spire di Ekans si avvolsero attorno al suo collo, Kari smise di fingersi addormentata: al limite del piacere e con voce tremolante sussurrò al suo pokemon "Ora mangiami..." Obbediente Ekans cominciò a stringerla saldamete fra le sue spire, Kari potè percepire sul suo corpo tutta la forza di Ekans che però la stava stritolando senza farle male. Nella stretta fatale del suo pokemon, la ragazza cominciò a gemere e dibattersi langudamente, sentiva le spire del serpente che le stavano schiacciando i genitali ed i seni, inoltre, la lenta e progressiva asfissia le stava procurando strane sensazioni di piacere. Passarono così alcuni minuti e Kari stremata dal grande turbinio di sensazioni ma soprattutto dalla stretta micidiale di Ekans, aveva smesso di dibattersi anche se era ancora viva e coscente. Con le sue ultime forze, Kari aprì gli occhi giusto in tempo per vedere la grande bocca di Ekans spalancata e pronta ad ingoiarla. "Ah..." gemette la ragazza appena un'attimo prima che le fauci di Ekans si chiudessero sulla sua testa. Ekans incominciò così a ingoiare la propria allenatrice partendo dalla testa. Presto venne il turno delle spalle, dei turgidi seni, per proseguire poi con il ventre snello. Quando la bocca di Ekans giunse in prossimità dell'area pubica, Kari ebbe un'ultima reazione: tutto il suo corpo si irrigidì e la sua fica bagnata, spruzzò un lungo getto di liquido vaginale. Pochi istanti dopo, anche la fica bagnata di Kari venne inghiottita da Ekans che ne assaporò i succhi prima di proseguire il pasto con cosce, i polpacci ed i piedi di Kari. Il piano di Kari aveva così funzionato alla perfezione. Tranne che per un dettaglio: Ekans era ancora Ekans! FINE

It was too good to be true, but then again, so had the original product been, and now look at her. Anyone with half a brain would’ve told her that she’d been ripped off, but they weren’t the ones who dominated an entire city just by standing up, now were they? They weren’t the ones whose bodies had become a thing of dreams and fantasies; she was. And as the nascent, budding goddess of that world, she decreed that she was going to get more of that transformative substance! It didn’t do anything, her declaring it didn’t suddenly and magically make more of it appear in front of her, but it sounded nice and imperious, plus it served to focus her back on the task at hand, which had slipped her mind almost completely thanks to her growth-induced rampage; granted, the destruction wasn’t about to halt just because Xili now knew where to go, and if anything, it would only get worse since she now had a goal in mind, rather than merely wanting to flail about in an uncoordinated fashion. She was no longer “merely” dragging herself along, becoming heavier with each step, multiplying her assets whenever her arousal reached a high-enough point; now she knew where to go, instinctively as well, as if the location of the storage warehouse had been burned into her mind after using the product. Alternatively, it could be that she’d read the information on the bottle and it told her where it was manufactured, and it just so happened that she actually knew the place, it having taken her this long for her subconscious processes to make the connections… but no, that couldn’t be it; she was a goddess! She was a goddess, and as a goddess this meant that if she wanted to know anything, it would be provided to her by the universe at large; the fact that most of her wants and desires weren’t merely being manifested into reality was purely a consequence of her not wielding her powers to their fullest extent, nothing else. It couldn’t be that she was just a regular feline, a perfectly normal dracat-chee who just so happened to stumble onto a growth agent masquerading as body wash; that’d be too mundane, too predictable, too… pedestrian. There had to be a better explanation, a narrative that Xili could weave around herself that would satisfy not only her immense desire for growth, but also the need for divinity that had begun to sprout within her ever since she decided that she had earned the right to be overwhelmingly massive; it didn’t exactly matter if it was true or not, just as long as it was convenient and it did what it had to do, making it, unsurprisingly, easy for the dracat to convince herself that everything happening to her was taking place because it had been ordained, and her godlike self was merely imposing itself on reality after an entire lifetime of being suppressed. In fact, the only reason why she didn’t go the extra mile to start believing it was actually perfectly normal and she was designed to be that way were the many buildings she had to stomp on in order to get to her destination; hard to reconcile the idea that she’d always been a goddess of immense caliber with a planet that was clearly not prepared to handle her at her most aroused, but that was perfectly fine in her book. Having grown into a deity was, in many respects, far better than merely having been one all along; it denoted power, status, and above all, a sense of accomplishment at having achieved that which so many others had dreamed of for centuries, millenia even. Let the occasional cultist leader convince themselves that they could elevate their soul to the heavens on death to become some sort of worship-based entity, she had herself, right there, in that moment, for everyone to see; why should anyone bother with hymns or songs, with tithes and oddly-worded contracts, when they could just look up and behold her? When they could very easily get up on their two feet and walk to their new goddess, to be blessed with an everlasting existence of purest bliss? Sure, she was moving too quickly for anyone to catch up to her, and even if they did, they could only climb the colossal number of nuts that Xili was dragging behind her, leaving the poor things to fight against the musk and the quake-inducing churning of cum, but at least that was better than nothing. At least she was there, giving her supplicants a chance at a better state of being, even if the dracat wasn’t exactly thinking about it too much; it was a given, a constant that had become part of her new life, and one that the big cat didn’t care enough to pay much mind to. Maybe someone would climb onto her, maybe they wouldn’t, but at the end of the day, as long as they didn’t actively hinder her pursuit of higher, better girths, then she couldn’t really care less; this went double once she actually spotted where all the body wash was being produced: some random factory out in the industrial area a couple of miles away from the suburbs where all the blue-collar workers congregated to lead their little lives, working from nine to five doing something that, to them, was utterly meaningless. If only they knew, if only they were aware of what their labour had achieved; they weren’t just bottling shampoo, they weren’t just synthesizing a random product to be put on a shelf so that no one could give a rat’s ass about the people who worked tirelessly, day and night, to produce it. No, they had birthed a goddess, and through their actions they glorified the world, glorified Xili, glorified existence itself by fashioning a deity out of a previously unassuming nobody… and for that, they had to be rewarded. The dracat was immensely giddy at the prospect of giving those hard-working laborers what they “deserved”, that being her form crashing through their workplace and promptly smothering them in cockflesh; if they knew what was good for them, they’d hold on for dear life and never let go, for those who succeeded in maintaining their grip would be rewarded with yet more physical contact. It would be intoxicating, far more powerful than any drug could ever hope to be; just being near the chee would be enough to set off a serotonin storm that was sure to leave even the most curmudgeonly of old grumps gleefully giggling like a mindless lunatic as they quickly stripped down to their birthday suit, all of it a desperate effort to spread the infectious carnal joy that they were experiencing to the rest of their bodies. They would lose track of time, for they would want for nothing: no sleep would be required, for they would be in a near-perpetual fugue state, no food or water thanks to the waterfalls of milk coming from each of the dracat’s teats, no sun needed due to the radiance and warmth warmth from the giantess herself. With none of these mundane concerns there to help the little ones keep track of when time passed, with no day or night or anything else to let them keep a tight schedule, they would never again know the outside world; nothing but Xili, forever, in every direction, guaranteed to become even more as the dracat continued to grow far in excess than what she had any real need for. This was what was on her mind when she approached the factory, by that point sweating like an open faucet thanks to the sheer effort required to pull her enormous body over to her destination; all she could think to do was lie back and allow herself to fall on the titanic pile of cum factories behind her, but that had to be postponed. She could do that later, after she blessed those responsible for making her what she was, and, most importantly, after she took as much of the growth shampoo as possible and just threw it on herself. The chee wasn’t looking to take another bath (at least not one that didn’t involve milk and cum in equal measure), nor did she feel like wasting time applying the shampoo combo to her fur in the way that it was “supposed” to; rather, her intention was to hoist up the holding tanks and let their contents flow down onto her, leaving her smeared from top to bottom in the selfsame substance that had triggered her initial size spurt to begin with. It was a cunning plan, a masterful plan, and above all, a flawless plan; surely, nothing could go wrong, and even if it did, the dracat figured she could fix it on the fly. Sadly, the little ones down below didn’t seem to be so convinced of this themselves; rather than kneeling down and praying to the encroaching goddess, they apparently decided they should try and run away from her at top speed, some of them even getting in their cars in their mad dash to get some distance. Did they not know that she wasn’t there to kill them? To end them? Did they, perchance, think that she was a dissatisfied customer who wanted to make a complaint? Granted, Xili could imagine why that last one might be a thought that would cross management’s mind, but surely no one would be so brazen as to even suggest a perfect being such as the dracat would ever even so much as dare to think about complaining about her size! Surely, they must all understand that what she wanted the most was to just keep growing, to keep getting bigger and fuller and more overwhelmingly titanic, until the world itself began to look insignificantly tiny next to her; surely, they had to understand that running away would be pointless, even on a practical level, seeing as she’d already made it that far. Getting in a car would do nothing… but clearly, some of them needed to be reminded of this, prompting Xili to lean over and smack one of her hands directly on top of the one exit the compound had, coincidentally smashing through most of the factory floor with several of her dicks as she did so, and quite fortuitously smushing her colossal mammaries against the ground at the same time. There was some screaming, some panicking, and a few voices loudly suggested that they should be calling the military to help deal with this “thing”... and that hurt Xili. More than anything else, it hadn’t been the running away or obvious fear that left her feeling downtrodden, but being referred to as a “thing”; she was a goddess, damnit, and a magnificent one at that, how dare those little things refer to her in such a manner?! Why, she had half a mind to not extend the offer of life everlasting to the ones who dared use such expressions, but as the initial reaction faded and the dracat’s anger gave way to the more reasonable side of her mind, she had to admit that it was… well, not reasonable, but at least expectable for those in the workers’ position to be so terrified of that which they didn’t understand that they would employ such terms. It wasn’t every day that people got to see a goddess in the flesh, after all, so some leeway should definitely be given, even if Xili wasn’t that keen on doing so; besides, they would all succumb to her anyway, so why bother wasting time being mad at someone when she knew they’d turn around of their own (debatably) free will eventually? Best if she just put on a smile, turned to face the crowd gathered outside the ruined factory, and try to make it known that she meant no harm; rather, that she was determined to be as helpful as possible in this transition, even if it meant taking time out of her very busy schedule to help get people up to speed on the whole “you are now the worshipper of a massive skyscraper-sized chee” thing. In fact, just saying it like that, even in her head, let Xili know how absurd it was to expect people to just… fall in line. They still should, but at least it wasn’t that awful of a transgression when they didn’t. Nevertheless, it was important that her little ones quickly learn that their place was beside their goddess; not under, even if that would be fine, but at her side, for Xili’s intention was to elevate everyone else alongside herself. Not in terms of size, obviously, that’d be ridiculous; only she was allowed to be so gargantuan, only she had the permission to become something akin to a titaness of legend, even if a very lewd, excessively well-endowed one. No, they would be with her in spirit, metaphorically even, experiencing an eternity of bliss and happiness and joy and whatever else they could think of that would get her some more of that growth agent. Thoughts were hard, especially when the chee had that extra voice in the back of her head nagging her to stop thinking and to start doing, one that she had to battle against with her still very real desire not to hurt anyone in the process of growing any larger. Such conflicts were moot, however, because mere seconds after the dracat burst through most of the factory with her many rods, she realized something important: if that complex was used to manufacture the body wash that had made her grow in the first place, then surely this meant that by throwing all of her weight at it in the way that she did would have completely destroyed the source… but not the material. Opening a bottle by literally smashing it open didn’t get rid of its contents, merely spread them all over, which could only mean that the oddly cool sensations that had been creeping up cocks and portions of breastflesh exposed to the ruins of the factory had to be… yes, yes, they had to! How silly of her to assume that she could just barge in like that and not have the universe hand a victory to her on a silver platter! Xili was beside herself with excitement, completely forgetting about keeping the parking lot blocked when she heaved herself back up onto a sitting position, eager to find out if her suspicions were correct: lo and behold, there was something chilly, smooth, and most definitely syrupy running down the front of her many busts and down the lengths of her multiple shafts, a substance that, when the chee took her hands to it, was immediately recognizable as the same one that started her rampage in the first place. Just like that, the giantess’ aims were shifted away once again, with any concern she might’ve had for her supplicants vanishing into the aether to make way for yet more size lust, yet more desire to grow; all the dracat could do was run her hands all over herself, trying her best to get the shampoo-body wash combo over as much as her form as she could, just like back at home in the shower, in the hopes of triggering a growth spurt unlike any other. If she ever ran out of the stuff, all it took would be dipping her hands into the wreckage of the factory, and after all the rubble was blown away, all that was left was the growth agent, sticking to her hands in the most satisfactory way imaginable; much like it had previously, the body wash vanished almost instantly after making contact with her fur, so much so that, by that point, Xili was convinced that her body actually was directly absorbing it, as that was the only explanation that made the slightest, even if slimmest, amount of sense. But such distinctions were ultimately meaningless, since the whole point of getting to where she was had been to reach the source of her growth, and now that she had, it was so, so easy to let go and imagine herself as she would be in just a few seconds’ time… so easy, in fact, that Xili completely forgot that her initial spurt of size hadn’t been global and proportional; with her head stuck in the clouds, beset by growth fantasies that, for most other people, would be little more than dreams, the chee had completely missed the fact that the shampoo had only ever given her more cock and balls, and literally nothing else. She only had bigger, more numerous tits because she drank of her own seed, and her body was only as big as it was in general due to the effects of the creamy milk she had consumed with such enthusiasm, what felt like years before. The actual growth agent itself, though the catalyst for everything that happened afterwards, had only left her heavier between the legs, nothing more… a reality that Xili was about to become deeply acquainted with after she ran out of the stuff. It was a testament to how far gone the dracat was that she didn’t once consider the possibility that the shampoo factory wasn’t a bottomless pit, and that she wouldn’t be capable of just dipping her hands into its destroyed husk to retrieve more of the delicious growth agent for all of eternity. Thus, when she kept digging in the rubble and returned dry every single time, her mind took a while to process what was happening, just enough time for the gel to work its magic in exactly the same way it had before; it was nothing if not wholly predictable, which just made Xili’s complete lack of preparedness all the more obvious. The dracat yelped when she felt her eight cumtanks begin to swell with renewed strength, bloating outwards with a speed that the chee had not once considered possible; within moments, she was stranded atop them, unable to even so much as move her legs, lest she end up rubbing her nuts too much and cause a flood… not that this would change much, seeing as she was already in full flow from her double tri-cocks, but at least it would help to mitigate things somewhat, for a given value of “mitigate”, at least. It was hard to hold back the rising tide when the collective sum total of all the waters in the ocean came crashing down upon the shore, and that was exactly how Xili felt every time she made the slightest effort to contain her newest growth spurt; past a certain point, she couldn’t even figure out why she was doing it beyond a vague notion of it feeling better whenever she pretended not to want it, a role to play that the dracat would have to figure out with some heavy-duty self-reflection later. For the time being, not only were her cum factories swelling at an alarming rate, reaching near double their previous size in under a minute, but her dicks too were becoming difficult to manage; six rods, each of which were big enough on their own to rival skyscrapers for size and volume (if not for mass, where Xili’s cocks were clearly the victors), and yet somehow such measurements seemed so puny compared to the sort of distances that were involved in this new body of hers. All of her shafts raced towards the sky, gaining foot after foot of length, so quickly and unexpectedly that the only reason the dracat didn’t immediately topple backwards from the sudden expansion were the many cumtanks she was sitting on, keeping her at least somewhat stable in between all the madness… even if just physically. For each moment that passed, her new size left her previous one in the dust, more and more of the city around her vanishing underneath the relentless onslaught of her expanding form, entire blocks destroyed in the blink of an eye by fractions of single nuts, while the deluge of precum pouring down from her rods from up above reached terminal velocity and left deep impact marks on the ground whenever the globs smashed against it. And yet, this wasn’t Xili’s main concern; she knew, on some deep, instinctual level, that anyone caught in her maddening growth burst would be safe, just as long as they opened themselves to her and clung on for dear life. She knew, even if she wasn’t certain how, that none would be hurt in her ascension, as she was a gentle, caring goddess, and would never allow anyone to come to harm under her watch. No, her problem was that the pressure she was feeling inside of her two sheaths had begun to rise again, even beyond the amount already reserved by the rest of her size spurt, in exactly the sort of way that she had quickly learned meant that a multiplication was about to occur. The chee didn’t even want to look down; she knew, in her heart of hearts, that if she dared to observe the process as it unfolded, it would permanently scar her, turning her into a mindless breeding drone whose only purpose in life would be to hump at thin air in a vain attempt at satisfying urges that no one on the planet would be capable of helping her with… well, unless she used the planet itself, but then again, the dracat wasn’t in the business of cracking inhabited homeworlds, nor did she feel like wasting such a perfect opportunity to establish herself as a goddess in her own right. No, she just sat there, eyes closed, hands firmly holding onto two of her many tits; they were gone, all the way up to their wrists, sunken into plush, sloshing breastflesh, grasping at the milky orbs hard enough for their claws to sink into their skin, but it wasn’t painful; why, it barely even registered next to the unfathomable amount of pressure coming from further down below, from where Xili assumed she was growing a whole bouquet of cocks, where everything was so terrible, yet so grand, so magnificent, that the giantess truly believed that she was going to pop. Hell, she was going to tear open like an overstuffed turkey, she was sure of it, for nothing in existence could withstand that level of stretching and come out of it better off for it, not even herself. She earnestly, truly believed this, and kept believing it even through the multiplication itself, even when her sheaths began to engorge further and widen to make way for the new sets of rods, and especially through the agonizing moments where the tips of her shafts poked out from the darkness within, revealing that each of her two arrangements of lengths were now arranged in a near-perfect hexagonal pattern, with her duo of sheats bearing fruit to hold six cocks each! It was an almost absurd number, and certainly not one that she could ever put to use on any hyper that she’d ever heard of, but when she finally opened her eyes, when she saw what had happened to herself… Xili smiled. It was a broken smile, one that denoted more of a mental crack than it did anything remotely resembling mirth, but a smile nonetheless, as the dracat’s mind struggled to comprehend just what in blazes she was looking at: twelve dicks. Twelve. Two were too many, six were perfect, and now… now she didn’t have words to explain what it was she was feeling. Something beyond bliss? A sensation that transcended her mind’s ability to share it with someone else? A fundamentally personal journey, one that began and ended in the same moment in time, that started with her seeing her newest numbers of rods and reached its conclusion with her acceptance of the excess, even if she didn’t quite know what to make of it. She would flood the world, that much was certain, and would do so gladly, without even thinking too much about it; she would thrust once and create sonic shockwaves, capable of traversing thousands of miles, and not even realize what she had done. But above all, she would do so much more than that. Because she wasn’t done growing.

Title: Chapter Three Final prep and the delivery by Taya Maruti Tags: Abduction, Age Play, Bondage, Captivity, Character Development, Forced, Human, Husky, Other/Herm, Slavery, Story Series Emily was fast a sleep when she heard the door of the mans truck shut emily jumped at the sound wakeing up and began to watch the door she slowly scooted closer to the coutch she was tied to and attempted to hide. When the man came in the door he looked around the room his eyes fell to the little trembiling husky girl and he went over to her slowly to make sure she was ok when she recognized him she calmed down a bit and went over to see what he had in his hands. "Amazing you are already begining to have curiosity of things and act some what like the pet you will be, i guess you did listen to what i said after all " the man said as he pulled a peace of ribon out of the bag and set the bag on the couch. "ok you bee good i am going to rap you up pretty for your new owner." said the man as he worked closer to her and patted her on the head, he took her in his arms and began to wrap the ribon around her in a bondage style covering her sex and encercling her child brests. Emily sqirmed a bit as she felt him wraping her up tightly but not tight enough to couse discomfort she looked up at him and began to ask what he was doing but he put his hand on her muzzle and then explained to her that we was making her look pretty for the person who bought her. The man finished with a bow in between her ears, "there you go all pretty, but since you insist on using your voice i am going to have to put a gag or a muzzle on you, you arent suposed to talk any more." she whimpers her ears lay back tears begin to well up in her eyes. "Don't start you have done good so far but you must learn you will face more evil consicuences if you get in trouble latter on." said the man as he took a second peace of the silk ribbon from the bag and began to tie it around her muzzle, the man took the leash and untied it form the couch and reminded her to not walk on two legs any more took her to a kennel the kind used to take animals on plains. "Ok now get in and settle down we have a long trip a head of us." Said the man, emily climed in not making a fuss she laid down as it was small but large enough she could move if she needed the man shut the door and as he began to walk away emily turnd around and watched him leave. Wondering if she would be stuck in there all night or not she closed her eyes so she could have a ecape form this night mare she was in, just then the kennel shudderd and she opend her is quickly to see what was going on but she only saw the ground moving away and the kennel lifting up she began to whimper. The kennel also began to move twards the big doorshe had no way out its stoped just befor it hit the door and she heard a loud creak as the garage door began to open and the room was filled with sunlight she had not seen sunlight in a while and it made her eyes hurt and instictivly shut she tried to keep them open to see where she was headed but could not. While she could not see she still could hear as the footsteps on the pavment and the feeling that she was moving filled her ears her heart began to pound in her chest she then felt the kennel lift higher off the ground and move slowly forward. She managed to open her eyes a bit to see just a bit of a truck bead then they forced them selfs shut becous it was still to bright for her she felt the kennel drop sudenly and land shortly onto a serface witch she knew was the truck bed form the previous sight, a few moments later witch felt like forever to her she heard the truck start. As the truck began to move she then began to fear her future in this and tried her best to get out of the kennel to escape but to no avail she laid down in the kennel and curld up in a ball as best she could and drifted off to sleep ocasionaly beeing woken up so that she could get a drink or some food when the man stoped. Afew hours later it got darker and she could now see the back of the truck and the window at the back of the cab as she looked around she watched the trees and telephone poles disapear and the air open up as if in a place where no humans existed exept the ocasional passerby in there little cars. The next time she woke she found the truck had stoped and she was being lifted out of the truck she whimped a bit and heard a loud pounding on the kennel she quieted up watching as she passed through a back gate and was heading twards a brow shed small but big enough she would be able to be hid in. She stoped moving and the man came around to the front of the kennel and said "well once i put you in here this is good by i wont be able to be around and i will hope you are ok, but keep in mind what i have told you and what i tought you it will keep them happy and you out of truble." once in side the kennel was placed back onto the ground and he set a small bowl of watter in the kennel for her closed the kennel and turnd to go out the door as she whimperd he didnt look back just stoped for a moment then closed the door to the shed and walked up to the front after loading the cart he used to transport her he left a note on the door of the house adressed to the woman who bought emily.

Title: Stories from Degilon: Rebirth - Pt1 by Lizeron Tags: Anal, Death, Ejaculation, M/M, Oral, Orca, Otter, Pain, Violence (Not In Yiff) Warning message is unleashed: The text following contains injuries, deaths, and sex between males, more like raping to be honest! If u can't stand the implies mentioned, or are not a legal aged fur, scale, feather or phin to read this please don't and surely worth mentioning that i am not to be blamed if you do read it. Besides who will ever ask you?! To whoever reads it though have a good time and my hopes for enjoying it. \=================================== Stories from Degilon: Rebirth - Pt1 ========== Silence emerged in the room as General Himford stood up from his chair. Many high ranks of the army where inside for the meeting, important as it was for putting an end to many battles that took place at that time. Inside around the circle shaped table there existed all types of furs and cetaceans. The general was barking for his ideas protesting against all others that were heared beside his own. It was needed to put an end to the war between the furs and the scalies, long lasting and exhausting, with many loses and without any solution. "We are civilised people here gentlemen! We must acquire some bombs and kill all of them while we can" the labrador barked and punched the table with his fist, stating clearly that there shouldn't even be a discussion for the solution he was offering. None responded in the room, until a phin started talking calmly looking at the General. She clearly didn't want the war to get out of hand and she trembled a little before speaking her mind. "According to the inteligence we gathered on humans, they almost destroyed the planet four times, using bombs to attack countries and lands as poor as the land of the scalies. Without any fear to you sir, I will not allow my troops to aid you in a battle that can come out of hand anytime passing". All the furries in the room remained thoughtful analyzing the statement of both the General as well as Colonel Crystal's. "Colonel Crystal, I cannot allow your madness to affect my army" the dog barked angrily pointing the slim phin with his finger. He didn't like the fact that a woman existed among them and more likely she could be promoted to General herself, thanks to her smartness and logic. "When you asked for our help, you offered us too much General" she said and looked at the rest of the cetaceans standing by her side. "By all means I cannot help you anymore, if the land you are offering is a poluted radioactive hell". She didn't talk anymore, hoping that more people would agree. A coyote stood up and requested permission to talk. Only after the General granded permission did the coyote start expressing some points against the Colonel "Miss Colonel Crystal, you are losing a big deal here" Crystal looked up at the young lower rank Lieutenant and the coyote continued after he verified she was paying attention to his words. "We have encountered a huge amount of loses the last three months, wether cetacean or furry, we all can die. We are wasting too much money and raw materials on this and the mechanics for our guns had lots of trouble with that magical bomb that was transferred in the factory. I do insist you accept in the use of bombs or our side will be the one losing this war and we might as well lose more than just the lives of some high ranked soldier and politicians". An orcan male stood up this time, before his colonel could even respond. He was rather tall and bulky, his strong muscles stretched under his shirt, and his deep voice echoed in the room. "This wasn't our war to begin with Lieutenant Borzoth. We entered this battle cause you promised us land and peace between our species. We are not going to participate in the works like yours" He yelled at his last words. He was furious and sick of the furries talking. "Sergeant Caels, I didn't give you any permission to speak for our account" The phin answered back. She was driven to corner after corner, the furry war men were obviously needing something from them for the construction of the bombs, and they were trying to make her kneel to their will. "Sir General Himford, I am not in authority to speak for desicions like the one you are talking about" "But, but, General Whes, is injured from the last battle and probably in a state of coma for two weeks now! Desicions must be made and you are the one with the responsibility to answer" General Himford replied. "I understand the emotional shock you must be in, your future husband being in the hospital like this, but you have to answer". He stated and looked around. "I am so sick of them" Caels thought observing the furries. "Such disgusting species, you should be the first to be killed not the other freaks nature created. Scalies should fall right after you" he thought again and pressed his jaw, looking angily the labrador that talked before him. "I shall give you an answer to you suggestion within the week" Crystal said dragging the orcan from his thoughts. "And most of all i hate females that can order around, irreliable females should be watching over their kids, being spread by dicks, not prove theirselves in the battlefields" Caels thought again "With all the respect my lady, but why should we agree on terms they make?" He yelled outside of his mind. None talked for a small while, the orca left them speechless. "Sergeant, you better disappear from my sight right now, or I can promise you I will suspend you from your duties!" The Colonel was driven mad and for the first time in that night she was yelling and to her surprise not the the general. "Do as you like" Caels responded back to her, leaving the room and all the warmen inside of it. "Quite a troublesome that sergeant is" General Himford whispered and rubbed his chin. "Maybe you should do something for a problem like him" he silently said to the Colonel. "I shall do something on my behalf about the Sergeant's words, this was most improper by him" she sighed and looked at the door, left open after Caels leaving. "What's the state of the city at the moment?" She asked to change the mood. A wide smile emerged on the General's face. "Ah, splendit actually. The only people left inside are kids and women and other furrs with special problems. And the taxes got raised smoothly, soon we will be able to foundate a whole new battle" He chuckled of his evil plans "Being young or a woman, is not a special problem Sir" she said and moved outside of the room, her cetaceans following her and the General and the rest of the furries smiling widely at eachother. Caels screamed in his cabin, letting his anger grow inside him. He hated all of them, cause they weren't like him or the rest of the males of his species. He was a true believer in the dominance the males should have over females and he was most of addicted in slidding his length inside the cetacean girls. He loved it all, the way he was imagining them, a simply made paradise for the cetaceans. "Do I ask for so much? Just killing furs and scales and fucking any girl I land my sight on" he thought and sighed,pulling his shirt off him to cool a little his black and white skin, gotten warmer so many hard working hours, his shirt having a darker colour from the sweat that got dried up on it. He stood up and entered the restroom, wetting his face a little to cool himself off. The cold water felt so refreshing on his skin, refreshing his face and making him cheer up a little. He observed in the mirror the male orca that was standing in front of him, with muscles nicely lined on his chest and biceps. He didn't get the chance to mate any woman for what seemed like months, no more than eight days in reality, his job taking the most of him, searching for any type of information about scalies hideouts and their magic. He had killed many of the tortured and interrogated scalies, enjoying himself so much in the proccess, shooting the tied up hostages after endless hours of interrogation. It didn't matter what they were. He wasn't a picky one on that matter, anything male, female or child was good to shoot as long as it wasn't a cetacean and to his dismay a furry. Suddenly the door knocked and a female voice requested permission to enter. Caels didn't waste time thinking about it opening the door fast, only to find himself in front of Colonel Crystal. "Oh, colonel, it's you" he said and looked quite disappointed, failing to hide his angriness towards her. "Sergeant Caels, we need to talk" she said and entered the cabin of the sergeant. She couldn't hide her interest in the male very well, his bulky body glistering from the water that was put on it. "How long will I have to bear your behavior Sergeant?" she asked scolding him for the way he spoke to the furries. "Oh, come on. I know you feel the same like I do" Cael whispered and got closer to Crystal getting one hand around her waist, bringing her breast closer to his chest, a soft whimper left the Colonel's chest at the feeling of male touching her. She didn't have any action other than battles herself for nearly two weeks, and the musky smell of the Sergeant drove her sences over the egde, she almost instinctly moved her hands to explore the male's body. Her hands made all their way from abs to head, making Caels whistle a little from her touch and she became arroused from his body. She carefully picked his neck and brought her lips to his, kissing him with great lust and passion, enjoying the wamrth of his tongue, her body screaming for her to continue, to please its needs. Her brain was numb and she required time of kissing to understand what she was doing, and what she was about to do. "Oh no, we must not. Whes will be waiting for me" She whispered with a trebbling voice and pulled away from the killer whale. She tried to calm herself, quickly catching up with reality, her mind lost in her fantasies. She looked the Sergeant significantly strick, immediately enlarging the distance between them. She was after all alot more superior to him. She was his colonel. "Sergeant Caels, what was neccessary to inform you about is that your suspendance is up. Please leave the building without any force to resist, and go to the house mentioned on this paper. I hope that there you might become something better and return to us as a better man" she couldn't look at him in the eyes. She tossed him the sheet and walked away. She was about to betray her love, for the urge of the moment. Caels looked at her leaving, for once at least exposing her female nature to him. She was kind, but not a fool that was for sure. And he wasn't in a good position to argue. "At the very least I can give some happiness at the whores of this city" he said to himself with a pain running through his heart, being force to leave, even for a little while, what he loved most in the world: War. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* \~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The bulky cetacean walked inside the alleys of Degilon. The night was young and the soft moonlight lightened his path to the house he was given. It was one of the worst suburbs of the city, the smell of rubbish filling the air and his lungs and the sound of the poor families made that peacefull night a carnival. He hated everything and he cursed his Colonel for what she did to him. How dare a female order a man. And suspended also meant he didn't get his chance to torture and interrogate, the feeling of causing pain and suffering already missed in his heart. And his need for a female was so great, again cursing Crystal for not leaning down with him. He was now walking in the roads and streets of the furries capital, disgusted by the idea that the furs had evolved so much compared to the other species. He was looking jealously at the technology they had created, improved guns, lamps, televisions, anything from most dangerous to innoecent, the furries had it better made. He moved between thugs and drug sellers, whores and homeless people, the creatures that lured in the night, each one of them with his pain to live with, each his own sins to commit, or if innocent, never get many chances to live. People poor, die on the street, none really caring about them, their corpses leaving no tears behind, noone loved them, or knew them in order to mourn for their loss. And those dedicated few, who still tried to live in tribes and small groups, God how much can they be helped? Tears falling from their eyes for what reason? Is it the loss of a friend, the knowlegde that they shall follow his steps and one day die a death being in vain? Or is it that people so poor, with money so little lacking basic need for water and food, will never have a proper grave. Graves made by the hands of the homeless, the last proof of their love, a hole on the ground and the dead body, left inside alone, with prays to rest in peace and find in the afterlife, all that he lost in the realm of the living. Graves so vurnerable opened the other day from beasts and others, poor as they are, in search for something with value or an eatable part. This orca couldn't trust God anymore, in the battlefield, in his work, the devil lied, waiting for the next one that will fall for his trap. The screams that echo in Caels mind are some so strong ones created by people so little, so vurnerable. Because of his hands many kids have been slaughtered, because of his lust many women were raped, because of his mind, twisted as it was since he was recruited from his childhood, the sight of war changing it, making it what it is today, many people have suffered. "God has abandoned you scums, when i kill any of you, as loud as you cry or scream or beg for me to spare your pathetic existances, never have i seen one getting away nor God saving him" his mouth talked on its own, the sight of the starving children that lied on the street, giving him chills, a mix of pleasure and sorrow. "How can you still believe in God? Can you answer me, boy?" he said as his passed by a thrashcan, a little otter hiding behind it, scared of the huge morph that stood before him. Caels couldn't resist, his logic shut down again his hand moving on its own to satisfy a twisted mind's orders. The little otter was skinny and he was barely moving his thin little arms, he cried softly from the touch of the cetacean, who grabbed his neck and slowly lifted him up "Now that i can even kill you! Where is your God now that you need him?" the orca yelled and roughly shaked his hand, making the kid to shiver from fear. "Please let me go" the little otter cried and with his trembling paws touched the orca's fist. Whatever that was, the orca returned to the earth from his twisted fantasy. Was it the touch, was it the cries of the kid? He too didn't know. "When you are so young, and yet you have as much life as someone who lies on his bed waiting for death to come and free him at his nineties, why would you want to go on living" the sergeant laughed, a mad snicker that made the kid shiver even more. He let go of the boy and the kid looked happy when his slim feet touched the ground. However what the orca knew the best, was that happiness shall never last for long. That's how this world we are living in works. Without even understanding it, a strong, muscled leg kicked the little otter's chest throwing him all the way to the wall. Hitted badly, the kid fainted and the sergeant proud for his performance left the alley, not a single of the furs passing by, even understanding what had happened. The sergeant's soul screamed for more, the little otter had irritated him without limits. He needed to hear screams, cries, pain and to feel the power of a triggered gun and the sight of blood to colour the backgrounds of his life. War is something scary. He had experienced it from when he was eleven, just a child willing to experience the world, to feel the pride of protecting his country, nothing more than absolute imagination showing him a path totally wrong. But in his mind, the glory of the hero, surpassing all others. He was now, thirteen years later, a man, raised in the fields of terror, ones of which only war can create. From his childish innocense of serving his species, to his grown up's ambitions, glory still lying in the end of the path that he chose. Crazy as he was, he was so good at covering his little imperfection, almost none knowing what he was in reality. And that mad orca wandered in the alleys of a city filled with pain and victims of a war, created by furs greedy and powerful. And how happy that orca was at that time, in a sea filled with powerless people, homeless, hungry... dead anyway. He followed the directions he was given from his colonel to reach the house for his suspension. It was rather rich compared to the appartments that existed around it, his being a house for his own. No sharing with the filthless creatures that decorated the majority of the city. It had a garden, grass grown, a beautiful green colour sorrounding the building. It calmed his nerves knowing that it was for him. It wasn't a palace, but it was a place to call home, already decorated inside, with furniture that someone average could buy. It made him feel so nice, most of the furs of the city not even having the average for living. Even if they were not fighting in the battlefield hell had already found a way to reach them. Feared souls are so easy to manipulate, the military knows it and they have wealth from it. Leave it to the church to take over, their senseless talks giving hope to the hopeless. And for that hope they have to pay. "Now that we need it the most, our God has chosen us, to eliminate those filthy creatures, the heretates. Help anyway you can and the door to God's domain shall be opened for your souls" They said everyday pointing boxes for money or at the buildings accepting tax payments. And how can miserable furs answer back to that. Instead of helping themselves to survive through this, to buy some bread, they give their money away, only to be taken by the goverment and make more weapons or used for personall reasons by the higher ups. A most well created plot, the biggest powers of a country, all working together for their destruction. The cetacean, snickered and passed throught the wooden door, stepping in for the first time in years, somewhere that he could call home. It had walls, it wasn't a tent. He could bath himself properly, like the way most needed by an orca. From the moment he came inside the house, his twisted mind became normal again. All of his fantasies ended whenever he was somewhere where he felt calm or protected. His urges always were gone when he was with his colonel and general. They were all three kids when they first picked up a gun. Why was he the only one with the need to kill? Whes and Crystal were always sad about taking lives, he had always fights with Whes for the difference in their opinions. But not a single time did they treat him bad or searched for their own personal goals. They were his cage, to feel calm. After many years had passed, both of them became important war figures known for their bravery and also kindness, and just one year ago the colonel and general became engaged, asking them to walk the bride in the church. The reasons for his denying were one of his biggest mysteries and secrets. Silence existed inside the empty house. Only his walking could be heard and for once, he enjoyed being alone. He was positioning what little belongings he had, up to shelves or tables. A job like that didn't require any effort or a great mind. Time passed so smoothly when he was occupied, he didn't understand it was already morning when he stopped. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom, all of his energy drawned by his mind, his activities.He took off his clothes, leaving himself naked and then he just left his body to fall on the smooth water bed. And how much did he like the feeling of water existing underneath him. It made him feel all nice and fuzzy, the bed reshaping to accept his bulky body, his body smoothly sunk inside it. He couldn't feel anything after a small while, his whole existance entering dreamland. He woke up seven ours later, upset from the first nightmare he had in ages. He was alone in his room, but the feeling of loneliness had been existing from when General Whes was injured. Seemed that as higher his rank would get, Whes couldn't leave behind his closest friend. Whenever he wasn't sleeping next to his wife, he was resting in Caels cabin. He was still so upset. Cause to the person who treated him the best way, he was about to mate his love. In his dream, his sins took form, appearing as shadows, praising him for giving them existence. In his dream they screamed and applauded for the man that gave them birth. And so disturbing it was, when the shadows cleared, people he had killed before emerged. Their bodies were rotten, but their voices heard the same, screaming in his head once again, this time not differing to the others. His heart jumped from their pain, his soul felt completed from the sight of the holes his gun had created,they were still existing on their flesh. The tales they had told him through their interogations heard again from their dead mouths. Each one of them was real and he knew them all by heart. So glorius his job was. And then in the middle of the pile with bodies silencing, three figured emerged. Whes, Crystal and the little boy next to the thrashcan. Whes was dying and crystal was burning, the little otter crying next to them. Whes vanished a short while after and crystal half burned, looking like a monster that nature created reached out for him. He didn't like her, rejected her and she after one soft sob burned again to ashes, looking at him, her tears become steam in the process, and her burned flesh filling his senses. And the little boy, cried as food appeared in front of it, moving making the otter run towards it. His little legs, became bones as it ran, his flesh went closer to his bones at all his body, before dissappearing completely. And the skeleton of what once was a kid fell down and became dust. Caels cleared the sweat from his forehead, and sighed at the thoughts of his dream. "What's happening to me?" Caels asked himself, the sheets covering half of his body. "I just need to calm down a little... it must be because of me being in a house that I feel like this" he sighed, rubbing a little his muscled belly, enjoying the feeling. "I need a female... how hard will it be to find someone willing in a city like this" he thought and remembered the countless bitches that were waiting for their costumers in the alleys and under the street lamps. He yawned heavily and got off his bed. He wasn't expecting to have a boner, but the pink male flesh bobbed as he stood up. He tried to ignore it, as he was walking downstairs moving to the kitchen. He never understood what it meant to be alone. Most times in the army this time of the day he would be already up, and with a whistle on his lips counting exercises for his soldiers. He always said to himself, making these people stronger was a huge priority. But, one day to the other he didn't have his soldiers asking for questions, he didn't eat meals with them. He was now eating cereal... not some strange paste made by whatever the furs used to cook. How did he know it was made by a fur? It was awful and reminded him of dogfood. He looked outside the window, next to the table, at his beautiful garden. He saw a butterfly flying close to some flowers. It was something so alien to him. The field of battle hardly had any plants to begin with, an animal there would be one of the rarest sights. The land of the scalies was so poor, it made him wonder why a war should take place at all. Not that he complained for the marvelous art of war, already mentioned, he loved it. But it seemed so odd, struggling for a place like that. outside of the coasts there was hardly any land fit for cultivation. Worth mentioned, oil was something the furs' technology had disposed of some years before he had even been borned. So why a battle there? If there was some huge vein of a rare metal, their spies would know first hand. Hiding a whole vein is something most of hard, especially because the civiliants are whispering everything to one another. He couldn't find the answer to that. "why am i thinking of this now? I never cared at the least about it" he asked himself in confusion. He looked at his house, it was nice to be some place like this. He opened the TV and lied on the sofa, like an ol' good coach potato. This orca hasn't felt so much useless and bored in years. He didn't have absolutaly anything to occupy himself with. He then got a crazy idea. He wanted, to go shopping. His salary was more than enough to furnish a house like three times in one month, but he mostly wanted to buy little useless stuff. Some things were missing from his life. It was maybe his chance to retrieve them. He couldn't marry, since in a job like his, commitment is something rare, he couldn't have kids, cause he was afraid they would get hurt. Yet, he was telling himself that from what he was doing, someday his children will live in a world without fear and war. And he was hoping that losing war would be something less painful, if he was in a warmth of a family. Thinking became something crazy, he robotically dressed up took his wallet and his gun and left. He didn't have the slightest idea of where the mall or some shops were located so it would be a nice summer day walking. It was his first time he wore his black baggy pants. In the army he was wearing only the sergeants suit, which glistered from the bagdes that decorated his chest or just some sport jackets and pants for the training. However, in a normal life, clothes more suited to a 24-year-old orca were more free for his movements, and by a bigger rating more appealing to females. When he set foot outside his garden a whisper heard from a few meters next to him. A little otter boy was seating at a side of the pavement and none was passing by. The kid looked at the cetacean and whispered something like "some food please" to him. The man, walked towards the child, in the otter's face a small look of hope emerged. he must have thought "oh today I might eat". But, instead of that, the orca grabbed the kid's neck and pressed his grip smoothly, slowly strangulating him. The otter looked terrified at the orca. He must have not seen his face the night before, maybe because it was dark or he was too exhausted to observe. "Oh no... it's... you..." the otter was able to tremble and gagged from the lack of oxygen and the hand that hold his neck. Suddenly, the grip relaxed and he breathed hungrily the so much needed air. And this time, a punch landed fast on his face, again throwing him back and hitting his little furry head on the wall behind of him. Blood came out of his mouth and the orca cleaned the same blood calmly from his fist. "If this is a war time, and one your people created, I have no reason at all to help you, do I boy?". After some hours passed, noone seemed to pay any attention to the injured otter that was lying speechless and bloodcovered at a side of the pavement. Caels was so relieved, he found the mall a lot of easier than he feared. The stores were mostly empty, just a few items existing in each store. Clothes were something he didn't see so often and most of the stores had nothing to offer, other than a few cheap stuff. His pride wasn't allowing him to buy anything from any of the stores he visited. Almost all the sellers were wearing poor clothes, most of them sewed over an old scratch they had. The city was growing poorer with each day passing, and the civilians of Degilon were becoming desperate. While moving from each floor to the other, many of the passing furs were looking at him, looking cool with his new and clean clothes while all of them wore dirty and old ones. The few children that still played around were left gazing at the big male walking by, looking at his muscular body. Kids hardly ever change, whatever the life they live in. They set goals and hope and dreams with anything that came by their mind. The kids caels left starting talking of how they would look so amazing and strong when they grow up. They were so absorbed by the talks they didn't understand that the orca heard all of the conversation. Somehow, the way the kids reacted after seeing him gave him a feeling inside. It was a pride so much different than blowing the minds off his captives heads. It was the idolization, that those kids applied to him. He continued walking from every store to the other hardly anyone selling anything of value, or even for his entertainment purposes. But at least he could make a report his Colonel. She had to know the conditions under which the furries were living for the sake of their war. He continued moving through the alleys until after what seemed a whole day of sight seeing, mostly the underdog of what once was the furries most great of cities, he found himself a store filled with all the things he could imagine. Dolls out of porcelain, some strange clocks all around, glasses with goldencarved grips and many other stuff decorated the inside of the shop. Caels couldn't help not to satisfy his curiosity. Opening the door of the store some bells clinged a little and the boar inside turned surpriced to see his costumer. There it was, an orca, walking through his store, wearing clean clothes and looking strangely around, like he'd never seen antiques before. "Can I help you sir?" He asked, slightly frightened of the appearence of the killer whale. He didn't get a responce from the black 'n' white colored bull, who was disappearing in a state of day dreaming. He was enchanted by a music box, more like a musical necklace. It reminded one his mother had been playing all the time when he was a lot younger. She always played the box for him, just before she was telling him to sleep. It was a nostalgia, thinking that when his mother left for the army, she nenever returned. And for some unexplained reason, the box disappeared with her. The boar was shouting a little bit, seeing the stranger orca moving his fingers around the box, exploring it's hand made details. It was the small medalion, whenever it opened music filled the room, and on it there was an orca male holding in a strong embrace a dolphin girl, his neck locking the girl on his chest. The boar approached a little, revealing the fact that he was cripple, a wooden leg emerging on his left foot. "Aye boy! Put tha down! I don like people breakin' stuf" he said and moved right next to the orca, but still a scared look in his face, like he was looking at his nemesis. "Were did you find such a masterpiece?" the orca whispered quietly, hardly holding a sob from his mother's memory. "Aya thas? Hier 'n' ther! Peps always come hier to gif stuff for some coin" The boar said a chuckle coming after. "I would like to... buy this" The orca said and dearly held the jewel uppon his chest. "Ar'ya willin to pay?" "Aye, sure. How much" He asked as he was getting his wallet off his pocket "Justa gif me sixty bucks" The boar said smiling greedily watching the full pocket of the cetacean "Ehm, sure." the orca began, giving him the money and curiously understanding something. Why was such a shop existing? People outside were dying and there was just no way the church was helping this one out. "How come you have so many things in yar store mate?" He asked. The boar continued to wrap the necklace in some soft paper then turned his head. "Whatcha mean ther boy? I lost a leg out there, the last thin I can at least have is a store no?" "You have any higher up helpin ya?" Caels asked a perfect greedy grin masking his face. "Ya said it boy! It's no hard t' make deals in this land" he noticed a slight change in his face, one betraying the orca's greed. The boar was delighted other people like him existed. "Ai'l let ya in on a secret yeh boy? Just go to the docks and there are people sellin stuff, stolen from tha scalie freaks" "How come the goverment doesn't know" he asked in a low tone voice, showing how interested he was at the same time creating the feeling of sharing a terrible secret, making the boar more eager to explain and to reveal his secrets. The boar looked suspicious at Caels, who was surely so interested. At start he thought he worked for the police. There were still those who wanted to bring justice on the world. But now he showed so much interest, a spark glimmered in his eyes, exposing a rather moneyloving person. He washed all these thoughts away, decepted that the orca was just like him "Bah they know! It's supposed to be for da peopl here, food, cloths, metals, and stuff. But the goverment sends em to us to sell to the spoiled rich brats that stayed behind"His evil laugh filled the store as he continued "Can ya imagine it boy? They were supposed to be for the people here who suffer. Theyr tha loot from Shak'Arat, the capital of the scales" Caels' look took it's real form on his face, his eyes narrowed his teeth got exposed, and his huge strong tail flapped on the floor and threw a table behind it. "Heya watch it kidd'o! Ya will break.." But he couldn't continue. He noticed. That look on the whale's face, angriness and a twisted satisfaction covering it all. "So in other words, you steal" The orca sighed and laughed a little " And you steal from your own people, to get money. Ah, that's why i love your species" he said and turned a little his eyes to observe at the boar who was behind his store table. "What I hate even more than you furries, is the furries that betray their own species" he was talking in such an awe towards himself, thinking out loud. The boar understood the insanity that was filling the orca's head and fast run for a small box next to him. He opened it and inside he found a gun. But it was too late... The orca was pointing him with his own, an evil grin and look appearing on him. The eyes of the boar opened widely as he figured what would follow up. A "Sleep..." left the orcan beak and the gun got triggered, a shot fired between the eyes of the seller and his blood, brains and greed left his body from that hole. The cetacean reached over his blood covered money and the small jewel on the grasp of the dead pig. "That's why I love greedy people. I never regret shooting at them". The orca left the store and the few people that stood outside frozen on the sight of the murder. When Caels got out he saw that frightened look in those poor dry eyes. He left them just before telling them "Raid it, or catch me". Noone remembered what happened at the empty shop ten minutes later. Caels stood next to a wall... he couldn't help not to like the item that he acquired. He could easily hear Crystal yelling at him, for killing and stealing a civiliant. But in the end, didn't that pig deserve that? He was in a way killing his own people, stealing from them, when others where fighting with nails and teeth for their countries and believes, he was siting on a chair and waited for costumers. The orca didn't want to think about the incident. He just wore the necklace and walked away. It was getting darker. And he had to satisfy his lust. "Well, well... a bitch will be so happy today" he thought and looked at his crotch that was aroused a little by his fantasies. In a city that dark, it wouldn't be so hard to find someone to fuck. Especially cause he had something that many people needed. Money... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Caels was cursing his way home, with an attitude even more aggressive that usual. He was denied! And to make it worst he was denied from fifteen whore clubs and over 20 whores themselves. He was furious, and he really got mad. They kept telling him and explaining as calm and kindly as they could that they couldn't accept him fucking them, cause he was a cetacean. "How dare these stupid creatures tell me who to fuck or not" he screamed in an alley, a baby crying from the noise as it was roughly woken up. He punched on a wall with all his nerves and might and screamed. The people that lived there got terrified. They were used to gangs, usually most needed food. But to a cetacean they weren't. A granny found some courage in her heart and asked the orca as kindly as possible to keep quite. She required sleep, her mate needed too and some of the children that slept with her needed it too. She looked so helpless with all the years she lived shaping her face, even Caels couldn't help not to obey her request. It hurt so much, being repeled, he was awfull. He needed sex and as much as he needed love. He never expected that the day would come when he would hope that he had someone to hug, to feel loved. And now it happened. Most of the strippers he found looked arously at him. They obviously wanted him. So why none of them fucked him to begin with. None gave an explanation to that besides his species. He was moving inside the alleys again. But they already felt like he was in his own neighbourhood. He got used to them with such ease. Tracking was one important army skill, as expected he was ace at it. He just wanted to go home. He could swear a tear almost left his eye. He just couldn't stand this anymore. A female on his shaft was pure ecstasy to him, he needed it, and after having his first female some years ago, he swore to himself never to phin off himself again. He was a man, so only females should get the chance to pleasure him. He continued walking in the night, neglected and dissapointed, his lust not satisfied to the least. Where was his reward for existing among the ugly and disqusting furries? Where was his glory in living the life a normal person had the right to live? Normal stays normal. He needed a girl satisfying his cock and a gun shooting off the heads of whoever he wanted. People like him made war what it is today. It was his art! He could easily tell he was bloodlust again. The boar didn't satisfy his need on that. Both his mind and his body lacked satisfaction, and either one must have it's pleasure. However, he needed to wait a little more. A sigh left him, as he realised it wasn't the right time yet for a murder at least... It was too early and in a city in which most people lived in the shadows of the moon instead of the sun's, patience must be a very powerful weapon. He continued his way to his house, smiling at the ticky sounds of his watch. He was almost home when it happened. He heard him... whispering some nonsense. In the alley next to the thrash can. The otter boy. "Food... I want to eat" He cried and whispered to himself, those tiny little hands hugging his knees and the clothes he was wearing were somewhat little red. And the orca noticed... It was the blood the otter had spilled the times he was hitted. And oh gods that smile he had when he saw the otter alone in the dark alley. It was perfect... both his needs could find the satisfaction that his whole being was screaming for. Blood and cum, with a male yes, but still cum. He never done this before but he was eager at that moment. He needed it and he had to get it. He walked closer to the otter, who realised someone was walking by. He cleaned off the tears with his little dirty paws, a small sigh heard from him. Who was there? The boy couldn't tell. It was so dark and his eyes were failing him because of both exhaustion and hunger. "some food?" he said and lifted his paws the one under the other. The tall morph in front of him didn't respond. "damn, if only the light wasn't towards me i could see him" The boy thought. "what am i doing?! I can't fuck a boy!" Caels said to himself and turned around. He had to keep himself from the temptation and turned away fast. "Fags go to hell!!" He thought. He was afraid so much of that part of the religion. Or else he would be lying with every single one of his fellow soldiers. Many did so. Most of them were 11 years like him or most times even more years in the army. Welcome to the gate to hell, he remembered how his first General had told him. He never saw a cetacean male as sad as him. His eyes have witnessed the deaths of 50 years in wars. One of his eyes had died too, the black leather cover taking its place. I will never be a fag the orca tried to convince himself again. He had to stop his twisted mind... It easily controlled his arms to kill. No need to wait and find out if it can control his hands to fuck as well. The otter behind him was begging non stop for some food. His whispering voice was ticking his brain. The orca tried to resist and started moving. The kid would die anyway. How more did he have? Two days? Three? No more than a week, that was for sure! He started walking away, when he understood something. The little otter was grasping on his tail, with all the might he had. His hunger was beyond his control anymore. He didn't want to die! If it was needed he would hold the man in front of him as long as it would be, until he would give him some food. To his surprice though the otter understood what he was holding. It was a tail of a cetacean and only one cetacean was moving around his whereabouts: "Him". He looked up at the strong male. It was indeed the orca that hurt him. The kid observed the sergeant and lightened the hold on his strong tail "He looks so sad maybe i have some chances" the otter thought. He asked for food one more time as he squeezed with the little strength that was left in his hands the tail of the huge orca. Caels froze at the otter. It hugged his tail. And he was asking for food... again. "Ok kid ... I will give you something to eat" He said. His twisted self was taking over again and there was indeed one small otter that was aiming to get screwed making the same mistake three times. Never ask sergreant Caels for food or u will be hurt. The otter got a small swing on the tail he was holding on, falling on the ground. "Really sir?" he asked in delight, short living as soon as the orca looked cruelly at him, moving closer. "Don't punch me again" the otter tried to say while covering his body with his hands and moving closer to a wall, trying to get as far as possible. "I will feed you.. boy" he whispered and unzipped the fly on his pants. The otter looked terrified at the orca. Being hungry for almost a lifetime it is easy to understand he didn't have alot of stamina. Pawing off in the street? Hah. Yeah, he had done that one time. He was a 13 year old boy, how could he know alot of that stuff. Because of consecutive days of starvation he didn't get high at all. His mind was on survival not sex. And it happened, his back reached the wall... pointless move wasn't it. The orca licked his beak and moved his hand to hold the head of the boy, catching him from between his lowered ears. The other hand moved to his boxers. He didn't have to reveal anything else other than his staff and the plum sized orbs that hanged underneath. The otter was stunned. A huge ten inches of a cock hardening fast in front of his eyes. The veins were perfectly lined on it and the head was getting harder as time passed. It throbbed like crazy and the musk it emanated was out of this world. The tangy smell was taking over him. Being hold by an orca, fully erected, he was pulled closer to the tip of that cock. He left a small whimper as he tried to resist to the older male, holding his mouth shut, the tip demanding access as it was thrusted slowly forward. "I won't open, no matter what" he told himself. But what could he say, the two muscled and strong hands got a hold on his muzzle, fingers slowly entering in. "Bad little otter... I was thinking on going easy on you at start..." The orca was going nuts. His lust and madness blinded him. He was really going to fuck the boy up.Afterwards? Leave him in a thrash can to die maybe? Safocate him on the spot? No way anyone would ever learn about this. He opened effortlessly the boy's maw, fastly positioning the tip of his cock inside his mouth. The boy made a small "Mph" when the dick sealed his mouth. It was tasting strangely tangy, and meaty, the kid couldn't describe it. It was like a piece from heaven, tasting something so delicious after what seemed a life time of starving. He shyly put his tongue on the tip of that orcan staff and licked for all it was worth. Caels moaned in ecstasy as his cock finally got the attention it needed. "Good boy" Caels moaned hardly as the kid was eating on his cock. Imagine how hungry he must have been, even the taste of that male meat was filling his tummy. The otter didn't pay any attention. He was just aiming to taste as much as he could the pre leaking cocktip. It felt so nice to have the orcan slime inside of him, his mouth lingered for more of what the orca could give. But he forgot this was actually a rape. He started moving his jaws up and down, in a false effort to eat the orca's most valueable pride. Before he could understand anything the orca gave a hard thrust inside his mouth. He gagged as he felt the tip of that cockhead hit the back of his throat, and his jaws were in great pain for the massive opening they were forced to do. A tear fell from the kid's eyes. This was a rape. He was being raped, violently opened and pleasing the other male. But he couldn't struggle back. He just gave in. "Ah yes" Caels moaned again and fucked the boy's face hard. He was literaly fucking it, extending it to accept his maleness, the kid cried between gags and thought he could actually die. "Come on boy. LICK" He ordered as he pulled out until only the head was inside again. The otter obeyed and swirled his smooth tongue around the shaft, making the orca more arroused than before. Again without any warning the orca thrusted back in. the kid screamed from the sudden thrust, a scream killed by that huge cock closing his muzzle. He didn't want this, he hated it. He was always warned about people that would do things to him, most times by other homeless furs and he was always extra carefull not to go close to anyone who could be dangerous. Why did he even stayed close to the orca that injured him twice? Why did his destiny have to be a rape? He didn't make a huge deal after a while though. He started feeling complete. The musk the orca emanated, the taste of pure male flesh inside his mouth seemed to be able to let him full for months. He slowly started to enjoy the way his end was coming. He knew it, he couldn't deny it and he surely couldn't do anything about it. "Come on boy. I have someting for you to fill that empty belly of yours" The orca moaned as he was thrusting more and more and his cock was throbing again like crazy ready to explode. The otter looked up at the orca, with eyes red by the tears and a mouth locked on a cock that was slowly taken out of his throat, tip left alone inside. The kid again moved his tongue all over the shaft, saliva and pre coating that cockhead like it was created just for that feeling. And the orca moaned and panted one last time and released his lust inside the otter's muzzle. The otter hungrily savoured it all, getting all of that fifteen seed shots that were fired in his muzzle down his throat. It tasted amazing, it actually tasted like pure male. He became slightly addicted to that warm taste, the salty sweet pleasure of the orca still existing inside the cheeks of the kid. He looked up to see the man before him, he could see a look of pleasure on these black eyes, and a smile of greed on the orcan beak. The orca stroked himself a little, whistling at the feeling. The little otter could just stand still and observe. The strong male in front of him was well endoured, and he was jealous of that. But he needed more, he wanted his cum. It was not the pleasure. It was the hunger... and he wanted more. Slowly and cautiously the little boy extended one of his paws. He needed to feel that shaft with his hands to know if it was real. When he touched it he almost moaned. It didn't feel like holding any random piece of meat. It felt heavy, but mostly because of the respect that it drained for the one it belonged to. The little otter slightly moved his hand up and down the long cock. The orca snickered at seeing the boy working on his arrow. "Now, boy... I need more" With these words the otter tried to open his muzzle again. What if only a little less than half could fit in... He wanted to feel more. However the little otter misunderstood the orca's intentions. The sergeant needed to mount and breed. Not a blowjobbing illusion of the pleasure his body screamed for. He roughly caught the boy from his neck and tail and moved him so that he could get a perfect view on his anus. The boy yelp by the move and tried to hold his tail as lower as he could, understanding what the stranger wanted. And then he felt it. THat rough slicky tongue working it's way around his pucker. He tried to scream and ask for help, but as soon as Caels understood what the boy was going to do he punched him on the back, leaving him breathless for what seemed eternity, meanwhile continuing his rimming. The otter saw stars by the treatment of the tongue entering inside of him, but in the end he didn't want this to go on. A dick that long if not handled easily and with care could easily tear him apart. But Caels was now ready. "Preparations are done little otter..." He thought. And without any further delay he lifted the kid's tail and hips and moved his cock at the young virgin entrance. The otter could feel like a knife was stabbed in his ass, while the cock started it's journey inside of him. He cried and tried to push back, but without achieving anything other than hurt himself even more, his anal ring fiercefully streched. He screamed and cried as the huge shaft rubbed his anal flesh, his virginity starting to fade. The orca didn't do anything without examining the position from the start. A boy screaming like that could lead people look outside just to fullfil their curiosity. He took off his shirt and rolled it fast, making what seemed like a line of cloth. He quickly put it between the otter's muzzle and held tightly on the egdes. The perfect leash for a dog of the street. He entered as much of his cock as he could inside the boy, fearless about the dying screams and merciless for the mess it could have cause. He just slammed his cock inside and took it a little out then in again, occasionally slapping the smooth buttocks making the otter melt in a mix of moans and screams.Caels repeatedly fucked the otter until he was hilted. The boy was crying his heart out and could feel his injured bowels on fire, blood dripping from his hole in a mix of saliva and pre. He wished to die back then. He wanted the pain to stop, then torture to end. What kept him hoping though? He knew it well back then as much as he knows it today. The pleasure that existed in his injury, in his taken virginity. It was the first pleasure of sex he had in his life. It was something that was worth even a last second of living. He could only relax, submitting his hole to the orca, breathing heavily yet in harmony with the sergeant's breathing. The boy was at his limit by the time the orca started thrusting again inside his ass. He enjoyed it, he felt like a new person. He could only thank his maker for giving him some last moments in the hands of a male like the one that was holding him. The cock that was sliding in and out of his body, pre covering his bowels and making him feel like he was one with the orca. He felt the same awe as the kids in the mall about the orca, the other males well muscled chest and bicheps hugging his little, dirty and slim body. He could feel the abs of the older male rubbing his skinny back with every thrust and he could feel the strengh in those rough hands holding him tightly, holding his leash. He thought for a mere second that maybe dying after something like the feelings he was offered was the least he could give. For a mere second he felt happy, like before his mother died, before his father left for the battlefeld, before receiving the mail announcing his death. He a fucking moment, one of the last he would live he felt happy! But it didn't last for long as well. No happiness lasts forever, as small as it might be. And now the orca moaned again hard, pulling the cloth up so that the otter's head would follow, almost twisting his neck, whistling in pleasure as his sack was slapped on the younger ones. He was in a bliss and soon fired his hot lines of cum one more time. It felt arrousing and willing and the orca was so pleased of the feeling. His glorious realise finally took place, and the otter was lying unconcious from the filling of his hole. The amount of so much cum inside his already stretched to the limit hole was something he couldn't bear. The sight of that rear dripping his cum on the sides of the street while his huge cock was half inside, was something a few would describe with the word lovely, but Caels found it even more perfect and right than the time he first saw his dick in a woman's vagina. It felt so amazing, so renewing. And the orca had to decide which way he would silence the boy forever. So he picked him up from the dirty streets, a tear falling off his eyes, as he would have to do something he never had done to such a precious fuck toy. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ The curtains inside the silent living room of Caels' house were failing their purpose, some of the morning sunshine entering slightly the room, dancing on the orca's face. The orca couldn't believe what he had done the night before. He felt so strange, his stomach had butterflies inside and he cried a little. He was so far away from his war-mates, his soldiers, his General and... his Colonel. What would they say if they ever found out? He could be executed for an act like that and he knew the bad position the furries were driving the cetaceans in headquarters. He felt ashamed. What if anyone found the boy? It wouldn't take that long for the canines to track him. He didn't feel strange in saying "You will never find his corpse". But he had ashamed the two only friends he ever had, he had ashamed his name, his species. He was no longer worth to be looked as a Sergeant. He was to be looked as a criminal and without reason. He had an alibi all the other times, killing criminals, torturing "spies". But for this time he had none. And darn it, he thought he felt it. The warm feeling of care and compasion. The one people call love. He finally felt it, in the body of not a female, hardly even a male. He felt love in the being of a child. Wasn't that awfull? He punched his thigh as he thought of it. He kept his promise. That kid wouldn't suffer anymore as long as he was alive. After that night, it was the least he could do. He sighed a little. This was an orca that failed everyone. The few people believing in him would abandon him. He was trully alone. He cleaned his watered cheeks. "Tears fall from my eyes. I really failed myself" He said, hoping for a response from the empty room. He was a failure and only one way to punish failing soldiers. He took out his gun and raised it to the level of his skull. He tried to pull the trigger And the phone rang. Caels gazed at it. He gave him a last chance to go on living and rushed to pick it up. "Sergeant Caels, this is Colonel Crystal. We are moving General Whes to Degilon for medication purposes. We need to talk and fast. I need you Caels, so wait for me there" \======================================== So, I guess this is the first chapter I write for the city of Degilon. The idea of writing a story about my one out of two fursona's city always existed in my mind, but I got the most eager to write about it after finishing my most favorite book along with "Anna Frank's Diary". It is a huge inspiration for me and it always had been. I have read it around seven times till now, and i can't describe my emotions when i read it ... 150 teenagers write about their lives, so much different yet all in so much pain... Word is for the amazing book "Freedom Writers". I recommend people reading this one. I don't order you to get it, but still a suggestion is a suggestion. If you are of those that believe that a teacher exists only to give homework and to kill free time at home and if you are one of those that believe that books talking of racism, of cruelties in today's lives and of poverty are lame and boring, DON'T READ THE BOOK MENTIONED!!!! It also exists in DVD!!! Yip yip! Anyway, this was Chapter 1 of Rebirth. Caels needs compasion, he needs love and his friend needs him as well! Welcome to Degilon people! Any comment, suggestion or general? Just say it!!! Liz

He could never have expected that thing to actually ​exist​, what with the only evidence he had being spurious claims on internet imageboards and the occasional friend of a friend of someone who totally knew someone else who once talked to this guy who swore they saw it once, but after months and months of searching, Jeremy finally had it in his hands. He probably shouldn’t be so happy that he did, considering what he was planning on doing to himself without telling Ashley anything, but considering how much he had wanted to find that app, there wasn’t really a lot else left in his head; just lust and the knowledge of what was about to happen. On the surface, it was… frankly not “just another app”, considering the garish colours and the subject matter, but no one would ever have any reason to believe it was anything more than a pornographic self-insert program meant for particularly desperate people who really wanted to see what they would look like as a fur. It was a profitable market, after all; everything from specialized photobooths to even the odd gene clinic offering full transitioning services, it was commonplace for humans and anthros to switch places every once in a while, wanting to experience life from the other side. Jeremy, meanwhile, had no intention of just stopping there. Though he had never shared his innermost desires with anyone, not even with his wife, he had always sought a way to fulfill his lifelong ambition of… well, it was just too good to think about, really; looking at the app made the whole thing feel almost ​too​ real, and now that he had the opportunity to do something about it, he began to have his doubts. Should he really go through with it? He hadn’t told anyone, after all, not Ashley, not his family or friends… not once had he shared his dreams for fear of being mocked and ridiculed, or worse, ​dissuaded​ from them. It was always a nagging concern for him, the thought that maybe all it would take for everything to come crashing down would be for anyone he cared about to try and stop him, after which his goals would be revealed to be as flimsy as a house of cards. He didn’t ​think​ they were, but he did also use to believe his favourite jersey was the best piece of clothing he owned, and now it was rotting away somewhere in some dump. Thus, he kept quiet, hoping that if he just ​accepted​ the fact that he wanted it, then it would help him through the decision. And yet, the more he looked at the options menu, the harder it was to actually move the sliders. Was it reluctance, fear? Or perhaps just such an enormous change in his life handed over to him so unceremoniously, without any kind of fanfare and preparation? He had known friends who underwent the absurdly expensive procedures required to become furs, and it was always this long, drawn-out process that required so many steps that… honestly, it just felt like validation. Meanwhile, there he was, looking at a bootleg program that was supposed to break the laws of physics after locking onto his genetic code, alone, in his room, without anyone there to tell him it’d be fine after he came out the other end. At the same time, though, it did give him a certain semblance of confidence that he actually managed to get that far. Others would have given up long before he even thought of doing so, and even in his darkest days he never ​truly​ considered the option of just throwing the whole project down the drain. No, he had carried on and ​succeeded​, found the damn app and downloaded it onto his damn phone, and now he had it, right there, in his hands! ​He​ did that, ​he accomplished it, and that made it just as real as it should be. He smiled. It was a good realization… and suddenly the thought of altering himself didn’t feel all that daunting. The options menu, however, absolutely was. As the app was supposed to enact changes at such an insanely fine level, it was no surprise then that, at its smallest, it consisted of a couple of dozen headers that split up into sub-menus and sub-sub-menus, rapidly collapsing into hundreds, thousands​ of sliders that could all be combined in so many different ways that Jeremy honestly couldn’t even begin to calculate a fraction of them. This was to be expected, and in fact he had heard about it, but actually seeing it right there in front of him didn’t really make it easier to take in; if anything, the sense of emptiness in his stomach returned in full force, as his newfound self-acceptance had just been sniped by the intricacies of genetic modification. Thank goodness for the presets menu. He hadn’t really thought about using those, seeing as the supposed creators of that app were anything but wholesome or family-friendly, and as much as Jeremy himself had every intention of racing towards the limits of decency and then rushing right past them, he did still need to keep his job; couldn’t exactly have Ashley be the sole breadwinner in the house just so he could have fun being a lewd little fuck machine, that wouldn’t be fair for her. With the sheer amount of options to pick from, however, the prospect of going for one of the predetermined body types was just too enticing not to consider, and after fiddling around with just one of the three hundred sliders meant to control his right arm, he just gave up trying to do things the proper way. Opening that particular bit of the app was just like being given the menu at his favourite restaurant, with the various options doing very little but causing his mouth to water at the prospect of picking them. Poor thing even had to look around his room, making sure no one was watching while they unbuttoned their trousers and hastily got them off of himself. It didn’t help that each preset came with an “example picture” of what the body type would look like, or that said picture was so incredibly photorealistic that Jeremy couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t computer-generated at all. Whatever the case may be, his free hand wouldn’t be free for much longer, and he’d end up making a mess of himself without even going through every single possibility… which of course just meant he had to take a break before finishing himself off a second time. Such was life. With so many options to choose from, he felt like he was spoiled for choices, each one lewder than the last. There was no way in hell he’d be able to keep a normal life after going through any of them, so that prospect was quickly thrown out the window; and yet, despite his early concerns about being fair to his partner and wanting to maintain a certain amount of normalcy, he didn’t quite feel like stopping even after realizing how drastic the changes to his body would be. If anything, the knowledge that they ​would​ be so drastic only made him want to go through them even more, and he found his fingers scrolling through the list without even realizing he was doing so. The choice of species wasn’t even a choice at all: oversized ears, tiny, prime material for a shortstack? Had to be a fennec fox, no other would ever do. Bit of a cliché choice, sure, but it was ​his​ choice and no one was going to take it away from him. Finding the correct body type was a bit harder, if only because even the preset menu had multiple iterations of the same “base” form with only minor alterations to it. Fearing that he’d have to go for a third run, Jeremy placed his phone down on the bedstand and took a deep breath… only then realizing he’d forgotten about the most important thing: setting the scenery. Why, exactly, was he in his room? Ashley was working and the house was empty, plus the couple had bought a full-body mirror for the bathroom that he could and ​should​ use to witness his transformation. Without a second thought, he bolted out of the room, having to turn back to pick the phone back up, and only stopped when he was in front of the mirror. That was him. His body. The one he was about to change. And to think he was going to do it somewhere where he couldn’t even see it happen in real-time! There were a few more moments of consideration where Jeremy narrowed down his already limited choices, but it was nothing compared to his earlier indecision. Before long, it was down to just two, and a flip of a coin thus decided his fate. Surprisingly, clicking on the preset didn’t actually start the transformation… and instead opened a secondary menu. This one, however, was not composed of sliders, but of “phases”, where each progressive stage was both lovingly rendered in full detail and described as luridly and deeply as it could be. Jeremy’s pants would have felt tight if he still had any just from looking at phase one alone, and it wouldn’t take a lot of time for him to slam his finger down on the checkmark. Immediately his body temperature skyrocketed, and the pressure mounting inside of him was the final confirmation he needed to know he was dealing with the real thing; to some degree, he had been expecting all of that lead-up to eventually culminate in sweet fuck-all, but as soon as he saw his shirt begin to tent out in front of him, all of his worries vanished. He was developing breasts, and not only were they going to be ​very​ big, but assuming he had read things correctly, they wouldn’t be alone either. The two mounds were extremely heavy, even when they were just barely D-cups; this was to be expected, considering that they were meant to have overfilled saline implants inside of them (how exactly the app did that was anyone’s guess) in addition to their own hyper-productive lactation. Two spots on the fabric, where he felt his sensitive nubs rub against, were already sopping wet, and a few seconds later he could feel droplets of some warm fluid trickling down what was an increasingly-larger set of genuine tits. Underneath them, the pressure in his ribcage mounted, with his torso elongating ever so slightly, just enough for three small spots below his original pair to start growing red and swollen, eventually sprouting three breasts in an oddly-numbered row, both of which rapidly inflated to meet the size of the original one; as soon as Jeremy noticed that his third “pair” was actually comprised of a single tit underneath his second row, the topmost rack split apart, providing enough room for a third mound to develop, giving him an obscenely mismatched three-two-one arrangement! All six were almost impossible to move, being so unbelievably hefty that Jeremy nearly collapsed on his knees from the strain of carrying them around. With his shirt having been ripped to shreds, he was fully able to see how every single one of those six teats was in full flow, spurting milk everywhere in front of him and making an absolute mess of the mirror and floor. Trying to squeeze them was both a losing proposition and the absolute best thing he ever tried in his life; they were all positively stuffed, with a more “solid” core at the center made up of their overfilled implants, which sloshed deliciously loudly with each motion and sway of his chest, while the outer layer was absolutely filled with creamy, sweet milk, something he knew from experience after lifting one of those nips to his own mouth. Trying to sink his fingers into them was, therefore, all-but impossible… but trying to do so sent so many jolts of electricity up his spine that he just kept doing it over and over again, long after the point where he realized he wasn’t going anywhere. That ​was​ the point, after all. As far as he cared, he could very well have remained there, fondling his breasts for the rest of the day, but seeing as those were only step one of gods know how many there were, he ​merely allowed himself to waste a good twenty to thirty minutes admiring his new busts. Admittedly, having his torso expand upwards to meet the demand for extra space was… odd, but more than likely necessary; at least that way he still had some room to move, even if doing so became incredibly distracting thanks to the endless sloshing of his semi-artificial, milk-stuffed udders. Gods, that thought was good enough to make his legs quiver. Next up came his hips, thighs and ass, all of which were given a single command: grow. If he still had his pants on, they would’ve been shredded by the sudden burgeoning of soft flesh, but at least he still had his underpants for him to watch, stretching and ripping and tearing themselves apart, his body overflowing from the gaps in the fabric before they just ceased to exist as a single item of clothing. His thighs fattened up considerably, enough that he wouldn’t even be able to walk without them rubbing heavily against one another, while his hips widened to the point where getting ​out​ of the bathroom was going to be markedly harder than it had been going in. Meanwhile, his hands were firmly stuck in his asscheeks, which had ballooned to a large enough degree that he ​could​ sink his fingers into the soft, wobbly pudge and have them vanish from sight completely. Perhaps the best aspect of it all were the noises, with his lower body groaning and creaking quietly as its skin had to quickly adapt to the sudden increase in surface area, not to mention the sheer amount of flesh that had to be added onto his frame for it to even work. Jeremy couldn’t quite begin to imagine how any of that was working, to the point where part of him genuinely believed it was just some kind of weird hallucination; even if it was though, he had no intention of breaking back through to reality. Phase three was perhaps the worst one, as it required the complete restructuring of his skeleton and other assorted bits in order to fit their new female aesthetic. Not only did their pelvis need to widen and their shoulders shrink, but their legs needed to adapt to the new digitigrade configuration of their soon-to-be-fluffy feet, while their skull had to elongate in order to fit a muzzle filled with conspicuously sharp teeth. On top of their head, a pair of fuzzy ears sprouted, while his original pair seemed to shrink into their skull before vanishing. The final piece of the puzzle was, of course, the sudden emergence of fur all over their body, coating them from head to toe in an impossibly smooth, dull grey coat. The whole process stopped for just long enough to give Jeremy a chance at catching their breath, at which point they were torn between their ​need​ to finish their transformation and the sudden desire to explore the body they already had. Even considering the time they wasted pleasuring themselves, there were still a few hours left before Ashley came back from work, thus leaving them with ample time to… admire their new selves. Wouldn’t be too hard, after all, just bring a hand or two between their legs to where their male apparatus had most definitely ceased to exist, replaced by a needy, eager slit that welcome all four fingers he managed to push into it, forcing the half-fennec to drop to the ground and collapse backwards underneath the weight of their six full mammaries. Before they even realized what was happening, they were milking themselves with one hand and pleasuring themselves to climax with the other, their mind having lagged several actions behind while their body raced forwards to give them the best possible experience. There were no words that could express what Jeremy was feeling at that exact moment, but the sounds they were making were a close enough approximation. It was a good thing no one was in the house to hear them, though they doubted their neighbors would appreciate them moaning like a whore in heat at such a loud volume. There was no other choice, sadly; with their body outside of their control, their hands reaching for each of their most sensitive spots only to then activate them as best as they could, the half-fen’s mind was nothing if not a puppet of its own physical container, constantly assaulted by sensations that no mortal was ever meant to experience. At least there were no more doubts about whether or not they should’ve gone through with it. A good time later, after the floor was stained by a significant amount of both milk and femcum (far more than it should’ve been, all things considered), Jeremy succeeded in getting back on their feet. Contrary to what they might’ve expected, the leakage didn’t exactly ​stop​; all of their breasts were still producing copious amounts of milk, while thick strands of their fluids drooled from their lower lips, staining the inside of their legs, only made worse by the fact that their puffy, swollen mound was being perpetually smushed and rubbed by a set of thighs thick enough to quality as small tree trunks. This ​would​ have made them worry, but it was frankly far too enjoyable for them to care; for Jeremy, it was an affirmation of their metamorphosis, a statement to the world that their old self had been removed and replaced with something new, something ​better… ​ and something that wasn’t quite ​done yet​. Cosmetics always had a place when it came to transformations like those; most people who underwent the procedures to become a fur spent an inordinate amount of time intricately designing their new colour patterns, sometimes down to individual strands of hair (fur?) in order to have the greatest possible impact. Jeremy, meanwhile, lacked any of the artistic sense necessary to make themselves look visually stunning, and therefore chose to keep a single, solid colour with maybe a few accents here or there. Fortunately, the app had a function for that as well, allowing the fen hybrid to carefully pick the best kind of light brown they wanted for them, as well as any patterns they might desire. Much as they thought it was overdone and potentially somewhat laughable, there was no way they could avoid doing it: they needed heart-shaped white patches over their nips. It was unbearable, they ​needed​ that, precisely​ because​ it was so absurdly obvious and overblown that it fit the overall excessively indulgent look they were giving themselves. After all, Jeremy didn’t see herself even bothering to wear bras, if they even put on a shirt at all; with her puppies in full sight of everyone, why ​should​ she bother holding back? Better to let everyone know which part of her she expected people to pay attention to, even if it meant making her look like a cheap slut. Which, to be frank, she kind of liked being. Odd, because she was almost certain that hadn’t been the case before… oh well! Next up was the capstone to the whole transformation, when their almost six-foot frame began to shrink down and down and further down, all the while keeping the overall size on anything that ​wasn’t​ his torso and legs. While it wasn’t as immediately pleasurable as the blimping out had been, the sight of his body turning into some kind of hyper-exaggerated shortstack, carrying six tits so large compared to the rest of her that she had to physically move the topmost row just to be able to see herself, was enough to get her to collapse again… though honestly, that might very well just be the weight she now had to carry on a body that was absolutely​ ​not ready​ for it. In fact, moving just seemed to confirm that hypothesis, because it just wasn’t happening; much as the fen tried to shift her frame from one spot to another, it seemed like she was destined to be pinned down by her own assets, stuck between having her ass firmly plopped against the ground on one side while her lowermost trio of breasts grazed against the floor on the other. Not that she cared that much, in all honesty; the simple fact that such a thing was even real meant that her size goals had not only been achieved, but massively surpassed, making the time spent looking for that app entirely worth the investment! That said, being able to move would be nice, so most of the following hour was spent trying to figure out how to get from place to place. It quickly became evident that the only way she’d ever be able to move would be by hefting her own ass up off the floor, because otherwise it was simply too much of a source of friction for her to drag it along. Her haphazardly-numbered breasts didn’t really help, nor did the fact that they chose to stack all of their weight closest to her head, making it completely impossible for her to walk in a straight line without at least bumbling to one side or another in her attempts not to trip forward. Still, pacing around the bathroom a few times let her know that motion ​was possible, and thus it was time for the final touches in the transformation. The remaining stage was simple, giving the fen the last things needed to ​truly​ embrace her new life as a slutty shortstack. First were her lips, plumping up to a point where talking became a chore in and of itself and her upper lip began to tickle the undersize of her nose; the amount of drool that seemed to trickle down those cocksucking lips was also somewhat worrying, or would be if Jeremy retained any of her prior ability to worry about anything that wasn’t finding the next big dick to shove between those lovely, soft, plush pillows. Right about the same time as she felt that, her whole body erupted with a soft tingling, accentuated in her more erogenous areas; even if nothing told her what that was, she ​knew.​ She knew​ that if she even so much as placed a finger on her lower mound or dared to squeeze a nipple, her mind would break in half and the neighbours would have to file a noise complaint, because even the ambient breeze rolling from the open window of the bathroom was enough to set her on edge, and even in her lust-filled, addled state, the fen knew better than to try and ​walk,​ knowing that the ensuing rubdown her mound would get would end up destroying her ability to think coherently. And she was reasonably certain she didn’t even have ​that,​ seeing as every time her mind tried to focus on anything of substance, it was quickly rectified by it being filled by images of hung himbos and enormous, bulging sacks. Once again, it ​would​ have worried her, had she the ability to do so. As it stood, when her hair elongated and the final touches were given to her productivity, ensuring that not only did her tits and slit would constantly leak like crazy, but her upper lips too would be permanently awash with drool, her transformation was finally complete, and the phone was discarded onto the floor, where it would shatter into shards of glass, along with any ability to turn herself back to normal. Not that she wanted that to happen, obviously. Though any vestiges of the old man she no long was were properly disposed of, it ​was​ still her mind in there, even if it had warped almost as much as her body did; what with her objective having been accomplished, there wasn’t a single bit of her, admiring herself in the mirror, that wanted to go ​back.​ She was perfect. Finally perfect. Admittedly, she could only guess what Ashley’s reaction would be once she got back home; probably some mixture of utter disbelief, disappointment and odd arousal judging from her own personal tastes. Curiously, though, the fen wasn’t really all that worried about it, as much as she was thinking about what her new name should be. Didn’t really feel right calling herself Jeremy anymore, but nothing really came to mind; any time the fen tried to think too hard about pretty much anything, it was almost like a headache, her neurons aching from the effort of trying to focus on anything other than seeking the nearest source of sexual pleasure. To that end, the time in between her final transformation and her wife opening the door to the bathroom and recoiling in shock with a loud yelp was quite literally filled with shampoo bottles being used for many purposes that they were not initially intended to fulfill. It was a miracle none of them actually burst, though the fen wouldn’t have minded if the ones she shoved in between her tits actually did; the softness would be a welcome change from the sweat leaving her fur stained and feeling all yucky. Barely even noticed when Ashley came in, loudly asking her just what the hell was going on and who the hell she was supposed to be; it was so weird seeing her from that angle; with the fen barely hitting four feet in height, it was like the entire world had just turned into a scaled-up version of itself, which curiously enough included her own body, seeing as her assets refused to remain proportional to the rest of her body. Left without any real response or excuse, nor the capability to come up with any reasoning, the fen was content with just carrying on with what she’d been doing before, drawing a seriously bright blush from Ashley’s cheeks while she tried to regain her composure. It was clear that the sight was activating parts of the young human woman that she didn’t want to even consider, which is probably why they sighed and took a few steps outside, loudly and audibly sighing before coming back in, taking some deep breaths in the meantime. With shaky words, she ordered the fen into the bath, declaring that the shortstack was “utterly filthy” and in need of some good cleaning; feeling like that was a perfect opportunity to let her wife appreciate her former husband’s new body, the fen agreed, pulling herself over into the tub and ending up filling it like some kind of deranged, obscene pile of soft flesh and wobbly pudge. Ashley seemed to think the same thing, seeing as she took an inordinate amount of time picking the showerhead up, but at least she got into a rhythm after staring at the fen for long enough; the whole exercise was obviously very taxing on her, which was a shame because the fennec didn’t really have the mental fortitude to do anything about it. Maybe she used to, back when they hadn’t been transformed into the perfect object of lust, but right then all they really cared about was how soft Ashley’s hands were, and how great the water felt after soaking in her own juices for so long. Unfortunately, her leaking didn’t really stop even when submerged, and considering how much of the tub the fen took up, it was no wonder that the water began to spill out, staining the ground further as it mixed with her milk and constantly-running femcum. Ashley was polite enough to ignore this, even if she was clearly scowling after a while, and instead focused on getting her “husband” as clean as possible before turning the showerhead off and heading off to find some towels. Took about three of them, tied together in a series of complex knots, before the fen’s body was deemed to be decent enough, after which Ashley led her out of the bathroom and back into their bedroom. What followed were about two hours of careful interrogation, where the human woman had to very slowly break through the many layers of airheadedness that protected Jeremy’s mind in order to get at the truth; not that she wasn’t almost entirely certain that she didn’t already know it, what with her husband not being nearly as subtle about his kinks as he thought he was, but she needed to hear it from his… her? Her mouth. Even if it was difficult to tell what she was even saying, her lips having become too plump to allow for regular speech. She couldn’t understand why he would have done this to himself. So many options to choose from and ​this​ is what he went with. Not just that, but he seemed to be enjoying it as well judging from how much leakage was completely ruining their sheets. Though, it was entirely possible it was outside of the fen’s control from what she gathered; they didn’t seem to be doing anything to cause it and it just refused to peter out, so maybe that was just the new normal? Great. Just great. Asking if there was any way to revert it didn’t really help either; not only did the fen react incredibly badly to the possibility that they might go back to what they used to be, but in between their spluttering and spitting she somehow managed to tell Ashley that the phone was broken and would never be fixed quickly enough for the app to be able to change what it did to them. She said it with a smile, drawing a grunt out of her wife and yet another round of temple-rubbing when the human tried to figure out what to do. The first thing Ashley needed to know was how much mobility was left in the fen; sure, she could move around from place to place, but the human wasn’t about to become her chaperone whenever they felt like getting anything out of the top shelf in the kitchen. Sadly, it did seem like some degree of intervention would be required, because after dragging the stacked fennec over to the other side of the house, wobbling and waddling all the way while leaving behind an oozing trail of fluids (not to mention getting her wide ass and hips stuck in the door and needing to be pulled inside), it was quite clear that the shortstack wasn’t going to be doing any chores any time soon. Not only did she feel the need to bump against whatever hard surface was next to her, squirting even harder and moaning like a needy slut in the process, but even after being invited to pick something up from the cupboards, the only thing she managed to do was trip after standing on the tips of her paws, which itself made such an enormous mess that Ashley gave up on her idea for a second try. It was obvious the fennec just wasn’t cut out for… well, anything. That body was made for one thing and one thing only, and the one human in the relationship wasn’t sure she even wanted to give it to them. Jeremy hadn’t even consulted her on anything, and there he (she?) was, scrambling to get onto their feet after having slammed all six of her oddly arranged tits on the ground, unable to do something as simple as getting some table salt. And liking it, as well, seeing as after a while they gave up trying to stand and would’ve very well brought both hands between her legs if Ashley hadn’t been there to stop them. She was about ready to throw in the towel and just accept that her former husband was now nothing more than a slutty pile of fur and moans when, at very long last, said pile turned around and tried to say something. It was difficult to tell just what it was, seeing as trying to speak through those lips made most of their words incomprehensible, but when she began resorting to simple miming it all became clear. Seeing as how even the simplest of non-lewd thoughts appeared to be hell for the fen to focus on, the fact that they got a whole sentence out on how sorry they were about not telling Ashley about their plan must really mean they were being honest about it. Didn’t really make it any better, but at least the fen’s wife had some reassurance that part of Jeremy remained in there. “Listen, I don’t need you telling me that you’re sorry, alright?” she sighed, sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, “I… I don’t know ​what​ I need from you, honestly. How are you going to keep your job? You can barely walk, how are you going to ​work​ like this?” For once, the fennec seemed disappointed, sad even, a state of mind that was as transitory as any other of her thoughts. Within moments, the feeling was gone, replaced by the ever-present, overbearing sensation of fullness that permeated every inch of her. Hard to focus when every time she tried, the fennec’s tits ached from how full they were, or her thighs rubbed just enough against her mound that it sent jolts up her spine, or any number of things that served to do nothing but remind her of the type of body she had created for herself. Even while Ashley continued to speak, the fen tried to get back up again, if only because she knew that any attempt at doing something useful was just an excuse to end up in an embarrassingly lewd situation again. To that end, she grabbed one of the few stools they kept lying around and tried her best to climb on it, somehow succeeding in doing so; with a precarious balance, the fen stretched one of her arms out and opened the cupboard, retrieving a single packet of crisps from inside and letting it fall on the ground. The whole thing took about thirty seconds, during which Ashley had to keep her mouth shut about how rude it was for them to ignore her, but by the end, even the fennec’s wife had to concede that the tiny bit of ingenuity in using the stool had made up for her lack of mobility. Even if the fennec then immediately fell over again and smushed her many breasts against the floor a second time, blanking out completely and needing her human partner to drag her into the bathroom to be drained. This, of course, was easier said than done, because as much as Ashley wanted to help her new “husband” empty out, those sextuple tits seemed to be bottomless; even milking the vulpine like a cow didn’t do anything but make the flooding worse, and after a while the human was grunting in frustration, less at the overall situation, and more at the simple fact that her own tits would never be like those. Really, where exactly was the justice in that? Her own bust was quite large, and yet never once lactated, even with all the supplements she took; how was it fair for her husband to not only develop ​six​ of them, but have each one be so milky they could probably open a dairy farm and seHold on there, that was a good idea. She should write that down, it could be a good way to get around Jeremy not being able to hold a job anymore! All that would be needed would be their consent, which Ashley figured wouldn’t be all that hard to get; a few words about how much milking that would mean, coupled with how much they were clearly enjoying it, and the fennec would be all over the idea. Quite literally; it’d be hard to keep them separated from the milking machines whenever they got them around. But, those were thoughts for later. Giving up on her attempt at emptying out the fennec, Ashley instead settled with grunting in frustration and leaving them alone in the bathroom, needing some time for themselves. Without anyone to help pull them out, the freshly-minted fur was stuck inside the tub, and absent anything else to do, decided to just play with herself until such a point as her wife came back to get her. It seemed to be the best possible option, even if she didn’t know why… even when she eventually collapsed from exhaustion as the hours ticked away without Ashley ever coming back. The fen would wake up in the morning, her sleepy eyes opening to see her wife standing above her with the showerhead again, muttering something about needing to get them ready for work. The former Jeremy didn’t really understand why she was still trying to force normalcy back into their lives, but their confused expression at least helped bring some insight into what her wife meant; rather than going back to the office, she was planning on bringing her to a nearby job center that specialized in more “unique” cases like hers. What that meant, the fennec didn’t know; but the prospect of being put to work using her engorged assets on something that might actually make use of them was enough to get them to comply, even if she didn’t like having to let go of her own body. It thankfully got even better when Ashley began taking care of her, because every solution she came up with to “solve” the various “problems” that had arisen from the fen’s transformation only made the whole situation worse (or better, depending on one’s point of view). Issues with leaking? Get some tape and cover every teat with a thick, black X that just barely held back the constant outpour of milk, incidentally causing quite a bit of swelling when the flow backed up and had to find someplace else to be. Femcum won’t stop pouring onto the ground? Simple enough, get some extra-absorbent pads and make sure the underwear isn’t on too tightly, even if it meant they now had to carry around a whole pack of those things and constantly change them every hour or so. Despite it being a complete waste of time, the human even tried to do something about the fennec’s heightened sensitivity; admittedly, it was a losing prospect from the get-go, but even the former Jeremy had to give her some credit for trying... even if her definition of “helping” was to put small pieces of soft cloth around what she assumed would be the worst areas being affected. This only ended up making the vulpine squeal in delight the moment she tried moving in the slightest, as the combined assault of the clothing forced onto her and the “buffer” pads meant to protect her resulted in so much rubbing of sensitive skin that her brain blanked out and she ended up collapsing onto the floor from exhaustion. This, of course, resulted in the need to take off all of her clothes, find new ones that weren’t stained by milk, re-apply the electrical tape and then just give up trying to pretend things could be salvaged. Ashley’s face was a bright red when she led the fen out of the house and into the building’s elevator, figuring that attempting the stairs would just end up in complete disaster. Despite the fur’s small stature, her overblown curves made it a chore to even ​fit​ inside the small cubicle, and for a short while they both feared that they’d gone over the weight limit, what with all the groaning and creaking coming from around them… and despite them clearly hating the task, the elevator’s mechanisms slowly brought them down to the underground garage level, where the next step in their convoluted routine had to take place: getting in the car. Using the doors was just not an option; not only was the fen’s topmost row of triboob too wide to fit through, her hips and asscheeks would rip the whole thing off its hinges, not to mention the simple fact that she was simply ​too big​ to even fit back there without squeezing herself to the point of pleasure-driven immobility. The front seat was much too small as well, as was the trunk… which only left one possibility. It was so embarrassing and humiliating for Ashley that the poor woman didn’t even notice how several neighbors, themselves not-so-eager to get to work themselves, had stopped by their cars to watch just what exactly was going on, a few even trying to exchange words while speculating on the fennec’s identity; the young woman just refused to look up. The transformed fox, eager to make new friends, resorted to waving and blowing a kiss to those she saw staring at her, only succeeding in spitting drool onto her shirt… which itself led to a nearly-unbearable desire to rub down her own tits with it, only stopped when her wife bapped her muzzle and pulled her hands away from her chest. The only way to get the fen into the car was through the back, via the trunk, and even then it took Ashley lowering every seat for the smaller anthro to have the amount of room necessary to crawl in and make a bed for herself, something the fen was happy to try out if it meant being buried by her own tits. Predictably, it ended up being just that, so much so that Ashley just sighed, counted it as a victory and went into the driver’s seat. The sight of the fennec wobbling in the back of the car, desperately keeping herself from unbuttoning her strained shirt just so she could get at her needy chest, was so oddly alluring that it made driving surprisingly dangerous; Ashley couldn’t really look in the rear-view mirror without catching a glimpse of that pile of furry tits and ass, meaning that if anyone decided to rear-end her, it’d come as an incredible surprise. Hell, even the side mirrors were dangerous, as parts of the fen’s body were still visible, all-but forcing the human woman to look straight ahead and hope nothing out of the ordinary would happen. Thankfully, this exact same elephant in the room meant that the ride over to the job center was significantly safer than it normally would be, seeing as Ashley had to be extra careful not to drive too quickly or make any sharp turns; to do so would be to invite ​tumbling,​ and the last thing she needed was a small flood of milk staining the inside of her car. Well, not from Jeremy, at least, but that was a different story altogether. Unfortunately for Ashley, even the most careful driving in the world didn’t stop the fennec’s body from overloading on what were, to most people, barely perceptible sensations. For the human, the rumbling of the engine barely registered as even being there; for the fen, it was a constant source of stimulation that drove her ever closer to climax the longer it was allowed to wreak havoc on her body, and even though Ashley was painfully aware of the effects it was having on her husband’s (wife’s?) body, she couldn’t just stop the car in the middle of traffic until the pile of horniness in the back of her car calmed down. Thus, she was forced to endure as the fennec underwent climax after climax, barely exhibiting any refractory period at all in between the loud series of moans that made focusing on anything such a chore that the driver barely noticed the long line of cars forming behind her; though they hadn’t stopped, they might as well have with how slowly they were moving, and Ashley very nearly ran a pedestrian over when they sped back up to compensate. The atmosphere inside the car was becoming unbearable, the stench of milk and femcum intensifying as the fennec’s body was wracked by successive orgasms. If Ashley had any intention of her partner being even halfway presentable by the time they reached their destination, their hopes would be dashed, because by the halfway point they were visibly leaking from everywhere they could be, the electrical tape having long-since failed to contain the flow and causing so much milk to leak out that the fennec was openly lapping it up from her own tits. Ten minutes. Ten more minutes Ashley had to endure the sight, smells and sounds before finding a parking space and turning the engine off, giving the fennec some time to calm down before getting out of the car and beginning the arduous process of dragging that creature of pure whorish energy out of the back of it. A small tide of milk poured out the moment the trunk was popped, completely ruining the human’s shoes and socks, along with attracting the attention of every passer-by, something that would only get worse when the fennec herself was pulled from the vehicle and shown to the whole world. Some of the more shameless among the crowd immediately pulled their cellphones and began snapping pictures, a small minority transcending the boundaries of decency and trying to make short videos with themselves in frame. Much as Ashley wanted to keep the creeps away, there was just too much attention being drawn to her, and with the fen’s clothing a single step away from disintegrating after being soaked so much, she felt that grinning and bearing it was the only choice she had. At least the job center was right there. Ashley should’ve expected something like it, judging by what kind of reputation that place had, but still felt incredibly taken aback after walking through the front door and seeing a spectacle of debauchery that rivalled the one her wife had been making for the past day or so. Thinking herself alone in her predicament, it was with no end of surprise that the human woman saw a whole bunch of people that seemed to be in the same position she was, humans and furs all accompanying their partners or family members, all of which had succumbed to the same kind of transformative growthlust that Jeremy had. Some were even more obscenely-endowed than the fennec, meaning that while their own arrival drew some eyes towards the entrance, those didn’t really linger; the newcomers were just par for the course when it came to a place like that. Ashley didn’t find the job prospects on display there to be all that attractive as well, especially since most of them included a free “adaptation consultation” meant to instruct everyone involved in their life about how to deal with sudden “life-altering changes” like those. The idea that Jeremy would never come back, while always there in the back of her mind, had been consistently pushed back, only to be brought to the forefront quite unceremoniously after one of the attendant clerks asked her if the transformation had taken place more than twelve hours before; with Ashley nodding, the man sighed and apologized, stating that the emergency geneslate wouldn’t work, and the two of them should grab a ticket and wait in line. At the very least, a quick scan of the available job offers revealed that there was a seemingly-endless opening for “lactic supply” jobs, which both of them assumed meant turning the fennec into a milking cow, as befitting her hyper-productive bosoms. In fact, the more they looked into it, reaching for a pamphlet and everything, the more the prospect seemed to be genuinely interesting: all-expenses-paid lodging and meals, excellent job security for as long as the milk kept flowing, incredible insurance policies and, perhaps most importantly, a permanent discount on all products produced by the company so long as they remained working there. What with visiting hours being unlimited as well, both Ashley and the former Jeremy could see such a thing turning into an honest-to-goodness career opportunity, assuming the transformation kept the fennec just as milky as she was right now. Wouldn’t be the most dignified of professions, but then again, the fen was anything ​but​ dignified at that point, so why even bother with that? The two were kept distracted by these thoughts until their number was called out. Time to start a new life.

Title: Down on the Farm Ch. 01 Tags: milk cows, worked farm, church important, field work, end field, vaguely remember, class schedule, sam becky, gave instructions, becky sam College is a big drain on the finances, so finding work was an absolute necessity. I'd transferred to this particular college because my folks were no longer paying my way. Several student loans, one scholarship, and a lot of luck had been required to gain admission. The bulk of costs were covered but my bank balance failed to meet the daily needs. Things like laundry, gasoline, dates (when I had any), clothes, and etc were not covered. I required work. The student employment office was the first stop immediately after registration. Transfer students, along with incoming freshmen get slim pickings because the 'cream' jobs are snatched up by returning students. Entering the office, I stood in line behind 45 other 'would be' job seekers. I'd snagged a list of potential positions from a table at the entrance and was reading through it. Behind the counter and hanging crookedly on the wall, a blackboard with an identical list was showing the number of current openings. Six staff were assisting and the line progressively grew shorter. Understandably the numbers written in chalk, on the board were decreasing as students made their selection and signed up from the dwindling supply. Thirty five minutes later I stood in front of the counter talking to a large woman who showed signs of fatigue, her friendly demeanor had grown thin. "Yeah, whada ya want?" she quipped. I'd been observing the routine, so the list of currently open slots for custodian, library assistant, and yard work, each with 4 to 5 hours per week, would not put any jingling change in my pockets. "Is this all you have?" I asked. "All of the 'on campus' jobs. There's another list for openings in the community. We can't guarantee nothin' 'cause they choose who they want. Do you wanna see it?" "Yeah, let me see what is on it." She rummaged under a pile of tottering folders and emerged with a typed list in her chubby hands. I browsed the columns. Yard work for college staff, cleaning for elderly, and repairs to homes in the neighborhood. Not much for long term employment, which I wanted. Towards the bottom I located a single entry; a local farmer needed help with chores and cleaning out the barn. Sounded like pitching manure, however this was ongoing work. I applied. The woman would forward the paperwork to the folks, letting me know in a couple days. I returned to my room and promptly forgot all about it. Returning from class, the next day, I pulled a note from my mailbox. This guy was interested in meeting me for an interview. Using the lobby phone, the numbers were punched in and I gave him a call. I couldn't tell much from his voice, but he appeared excited someone was interested in the job. We quickly arranged a meeting for later that afternoon and he gave directions to his place. My parents taught us kids to face any task with honor, giving the best we had. I recall dad telling me, "There's no dishonor in digging a ditch, its just hard work." Living in the 'burbs' gave rise to earning spending money by raking fall leaves, summer marathons where I'd mow twenty lawns in a day, planting spring flowers, and shoveling snow after a 9 inch blizzard. Elderly neighbors were a joy, as I remember steaming cups of hot chocolate after clearing snow from their walks or icy glasses of lemonade on a hot august afternoon after putting the lawnmower in the garage. Mrs. Jacobson, a widow, three blocks down the street could hold my fascination while telling tales as a little girl on the farm. She would regal me with stories when she would churn the butter or running barefoot to the creek for a summer dip along with her cousins. Mom and Dad kept us busy at home too. As a youngster, I never liked washing dishes, but looking back on those years, my conversations with mom during those times opened windows to her insights on raising a family of 4 growing boys. Dad taught us the difference between a left and right handed hammer, why not to use a screwdriver in opening a can of paint, and when to use an adjustable end wrench, instead of a socket or pair of pliers. Accomplishments received praise, mistakes used as a learning tool, disobedience merited swift punishment. The next day, I hopped in my beat-up car and took the 5 mile trip out to this farm. I arrived and was met by a man coming from the barn. He was slender but strong and walked with a limp. His weathered face and work swollen hands were common among the farming community. Greeting me, he introduced himself as Howard. "Everyone calls be 'Bud' though. Are you the college student looking for work?" "Yup, that's me. Mark's my name." "Have you ever worked on a farm?" "No, I haven't. But I'm not afraid of hard work, either." As we talked, he was sizing me up and his questions were probes into my character. I gathered he accepted me at face value. Descriptions about the kind of work were voiced and most of the duties would be to 'muck out' the barn and keep the milking equipment sterilized. The herd of dairy cows was his main source of income and unannounced visits from the milk inspectors kept him on his toes. Cleanliness was imperative. Added to these tasks included general work around the farm; repairing fence, painting, and help with his crops. I quickly liked him and he took a shine to me. "You're hired." He said. "Let me show you around the place. He offered me a pair of 'slip on' overshoes, which I gladly accepted and we traipsed across the barn lot between the milk cows. He called each one by name, occasionally stooped to check the udder of one or two. We stopped at the silo and he gave instructions on how he guestimated the amount to feed the herd each day. Reaching the barn, he showed the springing heifers which were about to drop their calves and three day old calves. One was a young bull which he planned to raise to put meat on their table, and the other two were heifers. Looking at them I could not tell much difference between the two, but he had already sized them up and one was slated to enter his herd and the other would be sold at the sale barn in a couple weeks. The milking barn was our next stop. My experience was 'nil' and what I saw fascinated me. This was the spot that required daily cleaning and sterilizing equipment. The bulk tank was huge and nearly full. He flipped a lever, stirring the contents, then dipped a tin cup in and offered me a drink. "Wow, this is delicious." "The butter fat content is higher than what is purchased in stores. My cows produce close to 4.5% and commercial whole milk contains 3.5%. It's the fat content that makes money and I've been able to maintain a high average, that difference keeps me in the business." "Come on; let me introduce you to the rest of the family." He led me up to the house where we kicked off our boots. His wife, Edith, was in the kitchen. She had a pleasing personality, and wiped her hands on her apron before taking my hand. A quick holler into the back of the house brought their three girls; who were probably a handful. Becky was 12 slim with brown hair, Samantha 14 had reddish hair and a bit shorter than the others, and Patricia (Trish) 16 had dark blond hair and dressed in coveralls, flannel shirt and work boots. I said 'Hi' and Becky and Sam giggled. Trish extended her hand which I politely shook. Bud and I sat at the kitchen table, Edith joined. The girls busied themselves with other responsibilities; however they never strayed far. I withdrew a paper from my pocked with my class schedule and passed it across to Bud. He hoped I could help every afternoon and on the weekends. The unusual class schedule prevented this. The weekends were no problem; it was my lab classes on Tuesday and Thursday which precluded working till after 4 pm. In dairying the farmer is tied to the business. He doesn't miss a milking time, ever. Regardless of sickness or injury, he MUST always milk the cows; vacations were never taken. Should things be worked out, Bud wanted me to know the cows, his routine, and rules. Perhaps he and the family could take a break. "Can you start working today?" he asked. "I didn't come dressed to work, but my time is free." I ventured. "There is a pair of coveralls on the porch, I've got an extra shirt lying around here some where, and I know we can find a jacket for you. Trish?" "Yeah, Dad?" she spoke coming around the corner. "Once Mark gets changed, take him and show him how to throw down the silage, drop down the grain, and feed three bales to the springers. I noticed that Amy was not among the herd this afternoon. If you can't find her, take ol' Ginger and ride out to the quarter pasture. See if she got through the fence and into the corn. If she has and she bloats, that will cut into production this week." Edith handed me a shirt and I easily slipped into it. The coveralls were retrieved from the porch and I stepped into them, buttoning them up. I slipped into the overshoes and we headed out the door. "Have you worked on a farm before?" Trish asked. "No, I've heard stories from a neighbor about when she was a small girl. Someone will have to show me what to do around here." "Come on," she said. "We'll get the silage down first." We walked through a shed and out into the holding pen, through the swing gate, and up the silo. I followed and slid through the 19th door. We stood atop the silage, cut from the past year. There were two silage forks, Trish grabbed one and I took the other. These tools had fifteen tines about an inch and a half apart. "There are 73 milk cows and we give each, two forks of silage." She showed me the amount then tossed it down the shoot. I joined in and together we counted 146 scoops. "As the level of silage drops over the next few weeks, we will have to open a lower door along the side." She explained. Moving down the ladder, we headed towards the milking parlor. Here she showed me the grain bin, up in the ceiling. We scooped the grain into the hopper till it was full. She explained this was enough feed to carry through a day and a half. Next the barn, she grabbed three hay bales, tossed them like a pro, popped the twine and pitched the hay into the roughage rack for the springing heifers below. They attacked it with relish. With ease, she jumped from the mow, to the floor below and scampered off to inspect the herd, looking for Amy. I descended the wood ladder and caught up within a couple minutes. She had straddled the fence and was looking over the cows. I joined her and she explained, "Amy has a white blaze down her nose which turns to the right. Also she has what looks like an exploding star on her left hip." That made as much sense to me as saying each cow had polka dots. They all looked the same to me. "She's not here," Trish said. "Let's get Ginger." Dropping lightly to the ground, she is takes off at a run to the other side of the barn. Giving a shrill whistle, I spy their horse trot down the lane towards us. In a minute she lopes up to us and Trish grabs the halter, leading her into the barn. "Do you know how to put on a saddle?" she asks me. "I think so. Went to a camp my last year in high school and we went riding every day. Had to saddle and care for the horses." "Let's see you do it. There's the saddle and there's the bridle." I found the hand brush giving Ginger a quick once-over. The blanket was beside the saddle and I snatched it, shaking the dust out before positioning it on her back. Next the saddle. I tossed the stirrups and cinch over the horn, picked up the saddle and placed it on Ginger's back. Straightening it, I flipped the cinch and right stirrup off the horn, reached under for the cinch, bringing it up on the left side. The strap was quickly brought down, through the metal ring, and back through the top ring. At this point I lifted the strap to remove all the slack. Then giving a mighty heave, I pulled the cinch tight. I repeated this one more time to ensure adequate tightness. The strap was looped around the front, up behind the top ring, through the ring, and down inside the loop. The stirrup is dropped into place and I turn to face Trish. "Not bad," she says. "But Ginger's not tied. You should have put the bridle on first." "Oops." I said. I grabbed Ginger's halter and then put the bridle on, over it. The bit slid between the horse's teeth, as the strap looped back over her ears and the reigns draped back to the horn. She was led back outside where I waited for instructions. Trish grabbed the horn, stepped into the stirrup and smoothly was in the saddle. "Up behind me." She said. It took a minute but soon I was seated at the rear. "Hang on to me." She instructed. I put my hands around her waist and held on as we took off at a fast trot down the lane. Her hair was blowing back in my face and tickling my nose. After a few seconds I placed my face over her left shoulder. "Amy will likely be over in that corner of the pasture." She pointed and directed Ginger's head in that direction. Five minutes later we spy Amy. She is still in the pasture but seems caught up in the underbrush. Riding up, I dismount and clear out several branches, opening a break for Amy to get out. Once free, she walks toward the barn. "Dad usually cleans out this brush once a year. Looks like it hasn't been done yet. Before we head back to the house, let's check the fencing along the corn. Need to make sure no problems are along the row. I hop aboard Ginger again and we slowly walk along the fence. I dismount a couple times to check the wire is fastened to the post before remounting Ginger, behind Trish. In twenty minutes we arrive back at the barn. Trish leads Ginger into the barn, "I'll strip and brush Ginger down. You go help Dad, he's about half way through the milking. Let him know the brush needs cut back." I find Bud and explain what we had found. Thanking me he gave instructions on what to do next. Once each cow had been milked, we gather the machines and he shows how to wash, rinse, and sterilize everything. Mentally I take notes on what procedures he used, the order of things, and amounts of soap. This is so completely new, it is evident additional instructions will be required. Sensing my uncertainty, he turns toward me. "Think you can do this on your own tomorrow evening? I wanted to take the family into town for a night out." Seeing the shocked look on my face he laughed. "It's a lot to remember, I know. I'm messing with you. You'll do fine and before long all of this will be second nature to you." "Bud, I've never worked on a farm before. To be honest, I'm lost. This is all new to me." He laughed out loud. "I didn't hire you for what you knew. You were hired because I figured you would work hard. If you apply yourself, you will learn. Give yourself time. It'll come." "Does Trish help you every evening?" He shook his head. "The girls rotate. Tomorrow I think its Sam, then Becky. That way it gives them a break. Edith knows the routine too. This is a family business; everyone is expected to pull their weight." My head is swimming from all this and I share as much with Bud. "Give it time; you'll get the hang of it." During the first few weeks, I learned and helped as best I could. As the months progressed I came to know the name of each cow, their temperaments, how to identify them, and every step in milking. I reported for work daily, would meet with Bud to discuss instructions and what he wanted me to do. Something was always changing. For example he might change the type of feed to be used. The grain mix may have different minerals added; the roughage could be changed from silage to hay. Maybe a particular cow developed mastitis, so special attention and medication would be given. These talks with Bud would last maybe half an hour. Occasionally he'd gone to town so I'd meet and talk with Edith. I came to enjoy farm life. The Christmas holidays came and went. I traveled home to 'fight' with my brothers, like most good siblings. Being the oldest gave me the advantage, until all three would gang up against me. The second semester started mid January and I returned to working for Bud. By this time I did understand the work. Bud was right about that. This was a family operation, Bud supplied the brains and Edith provided the heart. Trish was a hard worker and she took after her mom. The two of them were a lot a like. Sam (Samantha) liked farm work, she was a tomboy and took after her dad. However, she also had an interest in drama and the stage. Becky was the smart one. Even though history gave her problems, she was acing her science and math. She would be going to college. Imperceptibly, my relationship changed with Bud and the family. The first few months, I was a 'hired hand'. But slowly I became accepted as a member of the family. I can't say for certain when this change took place, as I look back, probably it was when Trish asked me to stay for supper. Normally at the end of a work day, I would head back to the dorm and catch the tail end of the chow line. One evening in January, Trish and I were finishing up with sterilizing the equipment in the milk house. I was getting into my car when she asked, "Why don't you stay for supper." I frowned. "Isn't that something your dad or mom would have to ask?" I questioned. "Wait here a minute, I'll be right back." True to her word she returned in a flash and said her mom agreed, I could stay and eat with them, if I wanted. "Can you stay, please?" she asked again. I had nothing planned for that evening and all my studying was caught up. So I agreed. From that point on, it was a regular request. Even this changed, by the end of February they didn't ask, it was assumed. The only times I ate supper at the school cafeteria was when the family were away from home. My time working gave me opportunity to know the family well. The girls would always pester me. Becky and Sam would show me projects they were doing for school. A couple times they cornered me into a tickling match, which I always lost, of course. Trish asked about college life and my activities there. She was more reserved than the younger two but was never far away. The evening meal was always enjoyable. Bud, Edith and the girls would talk about the days events and plans for the next day. If I didn't need to return to the dorm right away I sometimes helped Edith wash the dishes. She loved to talk about Bud and the girls. I shared about school and my family back home. The girls would be doing homework at the table listening to us talk. After the dishes were put away, they could pester me into helping them study. Becky would need help with history, Sam had trouble with science, and Trish couldn't grasp algebra. One evening as I helped with their homework, Becky asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No, I've never had the time. Too busy farming." I replied. Then seeing all three looking at me, I add, "But I do know three cute ones I might be interested in." Becky and Sam giggled while Trish smiled. These were good times. With Spring came field work and planting crops. "You ever driven a tractor?" Bud asked one day. "Only around here. Whenever you've asked me." "Think you can work the fields?" "Sure, I guess." I hesitated. "You'll have to show me how." I volunteered. "That 85 acres over there," He said, pointing, "Needs plowed. That's where I'll plant the corn this year. Can you stick around during your 'spring break'? You'll learn some new stuff, besides caring for the dairy herd." "I'm game for it. Like I said, you're going to have to show me." "No problem. It's really pretty easy. Just keep your eyes sighted in a straight line and watch the equipment." That day he and I adjusted the wheel settings on the tractor, pulled the plow out from the machine shed, and greased everything well. He explained to me the differences in plows. He had a '4 bottom' plow and the moldboards were 14 inches apart. The topsoil was deep in these parts, 8 inches and he liked to plow that depth. Right now the ground was too wet to till, but he figured, if the rains hold off, like the forecast said, next week the soil would be about right. One end of the field is higher ground and drains well, so he took me out and we put that plow into the ground. Bud showed me how to pick a distant point across the field and aim the tractor for that spot. He taught me about the difference between back furrows and dead furrows. How to adjust the depth, when to turn at the end of the furrow, not to turn too short, and to mind the hydraulics. After a couple rounds, he let me sit in the seat and drive. The first time I am following in his wake, but I see it's not very straight. "Keep your right front wheel in the furrow, tight against the edge and make certain you steer the tractor for that imaginary point at the other end of the field." Third time around, I did much better, and the fourth round was straight. Bud added, "Remember when you first start your plow 'land' there is nothing to guide you. If you don't get it straight, then nothing will be straight and you'll be fighting against yourself. The first round has to be 'spot on'." Other details I needed to watch were rocks, excess stubble catching under the coulters, and equipment failures. During the winter, the freezing and thawing brings rocks to the surface. Striking one head on, could break a plow shear. Each moldboard was spring loaded and a direct hit was supposed to allow it to trip backwards, lift out of the ground, and then reset itself. But this didn't always work. With that, my 'plow' training was over. "Have fun next week." He said. "You know what to do, just get it done before more rain falls. One more thing, if you plan to leave the plow out for more than a couple days, grease up the moldboards, this keeps them from rusting." The following Friday was the start of spring break, school was closed, and Bud set up a cot in the basement for me to sleep. After the cows had been milked, I fueled the tractor, greased the tractor and plow, and headed out to the field. I finished the 'land' Bud had started the other day and started my own. Must have been overly cautious, because the first furrow was straight as an arrow. Before long I settled into a rhythm and the field took soon took on a different texture. I came to understand the fascination that men have for turning the soil. There is an attraction to be able to see your work unfold behind you and to accomplish something important. For the life of me, I never could understand where the 'sea gulls' came from. They followed behind and swooped up any worms or grubs that were uncovered. Another thing I noticed, time seems to disappear. Someone asked me, a few years later, if it were lonely riding a tractor in the field. In one way, yes, there's no one to talk to. But in a different way, no, I was communing with nature and working the ground becomes a conversation with God. I had lost all track of time and before I knew it, I saw Becky at the end of the field, walking along the furrow coming towards me. I stopped and she climbed aboard and sat on one of the fenders. "Mom said lunch is ready." She smiled. For the first time I recognized the growl in my stomach. "Thanks, I'm hungry. Let's go." With that I finished plowing the furrow and we drove to the house. After lunch, I picked up where I'd left off and continued till it was time to do the milking. "How'd it go?" Bud asked. "Not bad, I figure it's about 1/3 done." "Sounds good. There's tomorrow, and you can finish up on Monday. Forecast calls for showers Monday evening. We need to get it finished before then." "What about Sunday? Couldn't we finish up then?" I asked. "Except for the milking, all work stops on Sunday. We go to church. You're welcome to come along. It would be nice to include you as part of the family." Church had never been important in my life. Vaguely I remember my folks took us kids to a service but that was years ago. As there would not be any other responsibilities, I said, "I guess so." I said haltingly. Bud noticed my hesitation. "Look Mark. You don't have to come and can stay here if you want. We'd like to include you as part of the family." "You mean the girls?" "No, all of us. Tell you what, if you go to church with us Sunday morning, afterwards we'll have a picnic in the woods. It will be relaxing for all of us." "Okay, sounds like fun. Guess church has never been important to me." "Maybe it should." He smiled. Saturday was much the same as before. I took a liking to turning over the ground and several seagulls were so feisty, I gave them names. At 12 noon, Sam came to the field to let me know lunch was ready. The girls are taking turns. When milking time rolled around, I estimated the field is about 80% completed. I could easily finish up on Monday. In the morning I made a fool of myself. I hadn't been to church in such a long time, I figured that I had to wear a suit. Trouble was, I didn't have one. Coming up the steps, I asked Sam what I should wear to church, since I didn't have a suit. Sam burst out laughing and when she saw the uncertainty on my face, her laughing increased. I feel like making a hasty retreat just as Trish came around the corner. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Mark thinks he has to wear a suit to church?" Sam says between laughs. Trish, grinning from ear to ear, "Just wear something that is clean and neat, Mark. You don't need a suit." She was sensing my insecurity. "Don't worry about Sam. I'll take you where you need to go at church." True to her word, once we arrived, she took my hand and led me through the crowd, down the hall and into the youth room. Everything is new to me and the only folks I know are Trish and Sam. Becky must be elsewhere in the building. When the Sunday school class was over Trish led me to the auditorium and we sat together during the service. The order of service is different from what I vaguely remember as a boy. I like the music and the preacher has an entertaining way of presenting the message. It intrigued me. At its completion, church is over and we moved towards the door. Trish introduced me to the pastor and he welcomed me and asked me to return. We walked outside and got into the car. Sam was already there and said, "You can stop holding his hand now, Trish." Trish dropped my hand like it was a hot potato. Nothing more was said until everyone was in the car and we headed to the picnic spot. Edith had packed a large lunch which everyone helped to unpack on our arrival. This spot was a favorite for them and Bud had erected a sort of table. It was three wide planks placed over some 2 x 4's attached to a couple posts set in the dirt. Not much to look at but it served the purpose. I helped Becky gather branches for a fire and in 30 minutes we have one burning brightly. Hot dogs may not make for a king's ransom, but they certainly looked good cooking at the end of those sticks. Baked beans, potato salad, sliced melon, and a variety of soda rounded out the meal. Trish and Sam were tossing a Frisbee, Bud laid out the table setting and Becky and I cooked the dogs. The weather was beautiful for this early in the spring. The family came here often in the summer time and it was a place of relaxation. Early morning hours, constant pressure to ensure top, high quality production, and steady physical activity; all of this required a means to let down. This is one way that they did this. Occasionally friends or family were invited and sometimes a church group used the place. The birds were singing, a light breeze blowing, and sun shining flickered through the budding branches of the trees. This was so relaxing. I could feel the stress melting from my muscles and my mind clearing as all thoughts floated up with the smoke from the fire. I could see why they enjoyed it here. We ate and I stuffed myself. Conversation was light and our spirits lifted, we were having fun. I'd seen Bud smile, but today he was laughing and having a rollicking good time. After eating, Becky grabbed the Frisbee and the other two joined her in catch. "Come on, Mark." Sam cajoled. "Play catch with us." I tried to pass, but they persisted. Edith spoke, "The girls like you, Mark." "Yeah, I know. I think I ate too much." Slowly I rise and join them, tossing the disk back and forth. The afternoon passes all too soon, we pack up, return to the house and back to milking the herd. Monday arrives the next morning and after chores, I am back on the tractor to finish up the plowing. The forecast has changed with the rain to arrive earlier than expected. Keeping the tractor running at full power, the ground changes from stubble to turned black earth. Black clouds are rising in the west as I press on. It's a race against the rain and it'll be close. To speed up the work, I had chosen to plow diagonally to the existing stubble rows and the tractor rocked from side to side. As one wheel rose to cross a row, the other wheel fell between another. The rain was approaching and I could see it drawing near and there are about 5 rounds till completion. My full attention was on the work and Trish was standing beside the tractor before I even saw her. "Lunch time." She said. I stopped for a moment as she climbed on. "Want to finish up before the rain hits." I say pointing to the western sky. "Let's get her done then. Mom'll hold lunch." The tractor lurches forward again and continues the rocking from side to side. Trish is having difficulty holding to the fender and I fear she could be tossed off. "Sit here." I say, scooting back in the seat and open my knees. She slips to the front of the seat with my arms on either side. I put one arm around her waist to give some support. "Comfy?" I asked. "For now." she answers. She places her hands on my legs for added support as the tractor rocks back and forth. I give my attention to the plowing; I feel her slip and tighten my hold. It's a race against the weather. As the ground is turning in even rows, I watch the rain clouds march across the landscape. The seagulls have departed. I must be the dumb one, I think to myself. A 'round' and a half remains and I don't figure we'll get it done. "We're going to get wet." I yell in Trish's ear. Lightning flashes across the sky, and now I become scared. The tractor is the highest point around and Trish and I are sitting on it. Another bolt flashes, followed by the clash of thunder. Above the roar of the tractor I yell, "I'll finish this row, then we're outa here. I don't want to get caught in that lightning." She can only nod. A hundred feet from the end the sky opens up and the rain comes. The ground becomes wet and the tires slip. We're so close with one round remaining. Raising the plow, I change to a higher gear and we race toward the house. The wind had picked up, blowing the rain in sheets. Trish's hair is hanging straight with rivulets of water running down, onto her clothes, on to mine. The rain is cold, very cold and as it increases to a downpour, both of us are soaked to the skin. A streak of lightning with an immediate crack of thunder reminds me we need to get under cover, and fast. Driving up the lane I aim for the open shed, slowing only enough to ensure we stop inside. I shut off the tractor and we dismount; there is not a dry spot of clothing on either of us. Each step brings a 'squish, squish' from my shoes. By now the rain is falling so hard we cannot see the house a hundred yards off. "Looks like we gotta wait here till it lets up." I say. "Okay," Trish says as she stands in the doorway shivering. There is an old overcoat hanging on a peg at the back of the shed and I fetch it from the hook. Stepping behind her, I place it over her shoulders, and then encircle her with my arms. "You're cold." I offer. "Yeah, I am. Thanks." Though she's wet, her shivering slowly subsides. We stand like this for about 3 or 4 minutes before I see the back edge of the rain. It will stop in a few minutes. "You ready to go in?" I ask. She doesn't reply, so I ask again. "Think we need to be going?" Still she doesn't answer. I look down and she has a distant stare. She is lost in some dream world. "Earth calling Trish. Earth calling Trish. Come in please." She jumped, startled at being caught daydreaming. "Where were you?" "Oh, I don't know. Just off somewhere." Then she blushed. As I looked, she blushed again. I let it drop. "Come on. The rain has let up." With that we make our way to the house through a light drizzle. Inside the door we stand dripping wet. Edith hands us a couple towels. "You two will catch your death of cold. Dry off and get your clothes changed." I headed to the basement, stripped; putting on some dry duds, then went back upstairs. Everyone else was seated at the table as Trish and I sat down. "How much is left?" Bud asks, pointing his chin towards the field. "One round. If the rain had held off another 15 minutes, it'd be done." "Showers forecast for the next three days, that's about all we can do. Not bad. You got more done than I figured. Good job." For the remainder of spring break, I helped Bud get ready to plant. He and I went over the disc, harrow, and planter. We greased, tightened, and adjusted. All was ready once the ground dried, and that depended upon the weather. I didn't do any more field work, as school was back in session. But then things would soon change and that change would be dramatic.

It was hard to believe such a thing was real, but given the amount of real-life accounts attesting for it, then clearly there had to be something there. On the surface it appeared to be nothing more than your standard clicker game: open it up for the first time, spend a couple of hours actively clicking on things to make numbers go up, and then maybe, if your patience was good enough, you’d progress to a stage where you wouldn’t even need to click on anything in order to make the numbers go up even higher! It scratched an itch that almost every brain had, a primal need for more that manifested in watching three digits become four, then five, then ultimately ten and other such ridiculous quantities, hence why the Internet was flooded by those things just as much as it was by asset flips and cheap, shitty ROM hacks. But that one was different. Not only was it created by a reputable bioengineering company, of all things, but it was only available on a special mobile device that they themselves had created, and was supposed to have actual effects on the player’s biology depending on how they played it, a proprietary piece of technology that many decried as being little more than blatantly false advertisement meant to sell a cheap knock-off of most smartphones available on the market. But the review section was filled with people claiming that it absolutely worked, so clearly there must be something to it… right? Blake’s wallet hurt when he went ahead and bought the damned thing purely due to word of mouth, knowing full well that he was probably falling into the same pitfall as everyone else in the short grace period before realizing every good review was probably a planted shill. Still, three hundred dollars down the drain for something that was effectively just a smartphone with less features and something that was supposed to increase his body’s potency in “ways that he could never imagine”; he expected there to be some sort of registration, maybe even a synching period where he had to wear electrodes or anything really, but… no. There was nothing, nothing beyond the “Clicker” app that took up an entire screen just by itself, and opened without even so much as asking him for his name, let alone anything actually important. However, instead of giving him a giant pastry to slam his sausage fingers onto, the software instead opened with a large, scrollable menu with what looked to be dozens of identical copies of the company logo, all of which seemed to be a different type of clicker game focused entirely on one very specific aspect of his biology; he had to hand it to them, everything was there, neatly laid out and ready for anyone to look through and probably blush at all the options made available to them, some of which were blatantly sexual in nature despite there not being an eighteen-plus warning anywhere on that damned thing. And yet, there they were, clear as day, labelled with such amazing names as “Breast Clicker”, “Milk Clicker”, “Cock Clicker”, and the one that the cat had secretly been looking for the whole time: “Cum Clicker.” To say that he wasn’t slightly embarrassed by it would be a heinous lie, because he absolutely was. Coming from a family of rather well-endowed individuals, Blake had always felt incredibly inadequate when it came to his own body, in that it was perfectly average and nothing about it really betrayed just what kind of lineage he had behind him; in fact, whenever anyone made the link between his last name and the rather well-known adult movie stars that constantly made the rounds through online spaces every couple of months, they couldn’t help but double-check just to make sure there was no actual relation. In fact, at times Blake went so far as to claim he was from a different family altogether just to avoid the embarrassment, but no more; if that app did what it was purported to do, then he was finally going to get his just dues, even if he’d had to wait until he was twenty-seven for that to happen. With his finger shaking but his mind determined, he approached the “Cum Clicker” option and, fittingly, clicked on it… leading to a black screen with a small loading bar on the bottom of it that progressed so slowly that it made him feel like the whole thing was a joke. Ten minutes he waited, ten minutes where he felt uncharacteristically hot and tight all over, probably from all the anticipation building up inside of him, until finally the game proper was revealed. It was nothing special: the company logo in the center of the screen, a counter on the top with his name on it (somehow), and several pop-up menus on the right side that he could bring up in order to purchase in-game upgrades and other such goodies that would make his life easier in terms of making the counter go up. The whole point was for him not to click the logo after all, not until far into the game itself when he’d have to actively chain bonuses and temporary boosts in order to achieve the biggest amount of digits, but rather to buy stuff that would do the clicking for him while he sat around watching the game slowly play itself, all while it supposedly worked its magic on his body. So… he started clicking. Each time he pressed on the screen he gained one point, until he had ten and could purchase the first of what looked to be twenty different types of auto-clicker; this first one didn’t even generate a point every second, but that was alright, because Blake could just spend five minutes clicking away until he had enough fake points to buy enough of the auto-clickers that they actually made a difference. From there it was easy enough to start racking up enough fake points to proceed to the next kind of automatic points generator, and from then on it turned into the same-old routine of trying to maximize one’s gains by way of simple math, ratios and buying the right kind of synergies and direct upgrades to make that counter on the top of the screen go faster and faster. From tens to hundreds to thousands, Blake barely noticed as his morning whiled away and he lost several hours staring at a screen watching a number grow bigger, having completely forgotten what the original point was; it was so easy to lose oneself in this sort of experience that he only snapped back to reality when he heard his stomach grumble and rememberdc he was supposed to eat, only then realizing it was half past noon and spent goodness knows how long staring at this new mobile device for… what was the reason again? Right, of course, his package. Blake put the smartphone on the table in front of him and got up, inspecting himself for any changes only to find… none. He pulled open the front of his pants and underwear just to be sure, but exactly as he expected, nothing had actually happened; he’d been suckered in by the promise of a miraculous cure to his lack of a hyper condition, spent way too much money on it, and now suffered from a chronic case of buyer’s remorse that he’d have to fix the day after, when he bothered to return the stupid piece of hardware. For the time being, however, he chose to focus on getting something to eat; he was positively starving. Having left the app running while he did so, Blake failed to notice as the numbers kept climbing higher and higher, no longer being drained in order to buy more auto-clickers to make them go higher to buy more auto-clickers. And since the numbers were getting larger, so too did the effect they were supposed to have begin to manifest, no longer impeded by a stupid cat trying to hold it back because he thought that’s how it worked… though an argument could be made about it being an investment into future gains, but that was ultimately moot; what mattered was that the app, synched as it was to the feline’s body, could finally start performing the sort of changes it needed in order to get their physiology up to speed, changes that Blake was blissfully ignorant of even as he bemoaned them not existing while cooking up a side of beef. He was so busy bitching about his poor luck that he failed to notice that his pants were getting surprisingly tight and ill-fitting, too busy trying to focus on something other than the app’s “failure” to take in how his package was bloating outwards at a small, but still noticeable pace. So single-minded was his determination to be mad about things that, by point he should have been fully aware of something being wrong, he was still only beginning to wonder if his pants had gotten smaller in the wash, right before shrugging it off and carrying on cooking lunch. It took until he sat down to eat before reality asserted itself and the cat flinched, suddenly feeling like he accidentally sat on something very sensitive that he shouldn’t have even touched at all. He got back up immediately, mind racing as he considered the possibility that maybe, against all odds, the app had actually worked. He didn’t look down at himself, at least not immediately; rather, he rushed to the bathroom, where he kept a full-body mirror, and promptly stripped from the waist down, and what he saw when he did so was enough to have him gasp and instinctively bring his hands up to his mouth: he was bigger. Not just bigger in the sense that he had a hard-on or hadn’t jacked off in a few days and could imagine that he gained an inch or two, but big enough that he knew for a fact that what he was seeing was not his regular size, nor was it anything he could’ve achieved naturally in any way, shape or form. With nuts the size of large oranges and a cock approaching the ten-inch mark, the only thing better than what he was looking at was the realization that he was still growing larger even while he stared at himself; it took a bit for him to notice it, but the longer he stood there, the more he came to understand that the feeling of pressure inside of his nuts was indeed those things bloating outwards with even more seed, while his dick very steadily creeped forward with extra size in order to compensate. He felt heavily, enough that he didn’t even want to walk for fear of what it might do to his brain’s pleasure centers, but given that his new phone was still in the living room… he had to go there. Clearly, the app actually worked, and if that was the case then he had to go play it some more and get busy with as many bonuses and upgrades as he could muster, because if this was what happened in the early game, who knew what might be possible once he actually got serious? He turned around, carefully navigating his way back to where he left the smartphone running until he could bend down and pick it up, choosing not to sit on the sofa in order to make room for a hypothetical sack that would absolutely be made real in just a few moments. He was slightly disappointed when he saw the number on display; having played his fair share of clicker games in the past, he knew for a fact that it could get a whole lot more ridiculous than that… but he also knew that, now that he had a good stockpile of it accrued from his time preparing lunch, it meant he could invest it in so many new additions to his number-growing that he’d be back at that value in no time! A shopping binge ensued, with new auto-clickers, new upgrades, new bonuses, more numbers and digits flying by as, indeed, he returned to his starting point in little under ten minutes, already feeling his nuts bloat and fill at a much faster pace than before; the combined efforts of the number counter and the sheer rate of point-gaining had come together to ensure that his body was, indeed, going on overdrive, making his nuts produce cum at such an accelerated rate that he could actually see it happening if he bothered to look down! Inch by inch his orbs swelled outwards, cock following suit as it gained more mass from seemingly nowhere, only made worse (better!) by the fact that he had progressed so far into the game that he literally couldn’t get rid of all those points even if he wanted to; if beforehand he had to wait for ages before getting the next upgrade, now it was a matter of simply clicking the next random temporary boost and making good use of it, smashing his fingertips on the screen to chain together some truly absurd amounts of multiplicatives, racking up fake points like nobody’s business! With a wide grin on his face, Blake purchased every upgrade he could find, barely even paying attention to what the game was doing to him so much as focusing entirely on making it do so faster and more efficiently. Thus, it wasn’t all that surprising when he felt something touch his balls, something flat, cold, and entirely immobile: the floor. It was hard to believe that it was happening, but all Blake had to do was look down to see that yes, not only were his cumtanks big enough that they were the reason the inside part of his legs felt so warm, they were so big that they had finally reached the ground beneath his feet, the very bottom of them smushing deliciously against the wood panelling, just as the tip of his cock, bubbling with pre and leaving smears of it all over his own sack, dragged along on top of them. Only then, when he actually bothered to look at himself and see what was being done to his body, did the cat start to hear the sounds coming from within those enormous orbs: the churning, the sloshing, the low groaning and creaking like the complaining of dry, stretched leather, the noise of growth and burgeoning, of filling and inflating that permeated every video his extended family had ever produced for profit, now there, in front of him, truly happening, even if he needed a stupid clicker game in order to make it a reality. What did it matter when he was finally as big as he should’ve always been, as productive as befitted his last name? How he got there didn’t matter so much as the fact that he was there… and he wanted more of it. From that point onward it was actually quite simple to just keep growing. Given that the numbers he was dealing with, both the total amount of points and the rate at which he was gaining them, were all so stupidly high that the names for them began to sound silly and fake, he had effectively reached the point in the game where he had more stuff than he really knew what to do with; this was only made worse by his active involvement for hours on end rather than him simply sitting on his ass for a whole day before remembering he even had the app on there. It made it delectably easy to just sit down on the ground, back to the cold floor, legs spread-eagled and yet still lying atop his churning, swelling nuts, a package taking up increasing amounts of his field-of-view as the numbers, the damned numbers kept climbing higher and higher. More upgrades to make the auto-clickers produce more points, more purchases so that all these parts worked better together, even a few actual dollars thrown at the store for boosts that lasted for a whole day, doing more for his body than years of gene treatments ever could. His house was filled by the sounds of gallons upon gallons of spunk roiling around inside those hyperactive factories of his, desperate to get out yet unable to do so; as much as his shaft very easily cleared the four-foot mark after a while, it wasn’t even hard, almost as if this engorged, impossibly large state was just his default, the way he’d look forever without even trying… and the thought of that, well, that was all it took for him to see what happened when his new body was truly spiked by arousal. His roof didn’t last much longer after this, given his cock just about tripled in thickness and somehow managed to make its own length be pumped up so hard that its girth looked positively tiny in contrast… at least to him. Blake was sure his upstairs neighbor was probably wondering why he had a cock that massive breaking through the floor and into his living room, owing to the amount of shouting coming from up above, but seeing as the cat still wasn't done with his clicker game, that poor man would have a lot more to worry about in just a few minutes; after all, if Blake bothered to try and measure things, he’d very quickly come to the conclusion that his balls were quite literally about ninety-percent of the volume of his own living room and still growing, still filling faster, still being egged on by a mindless clicker game that the cat refused to stop playing, even when it became clear that he was far larger than anyone in his family had ever been, not so much vindicating his hyper heritage as setting a brand new standard for it. But that hardly mattered, as far he was concerned. He still had more game to play.

Title: Bernie & Penny - Helping Get Tenure Tags: gangbang, anal sex, kaley cuoco, melissa rauch, the big bang theory, blow job, double penetration, public, cum, hot wife Leonard, Raj, Howard, and Sheldon were sitting in the cafeteria at CalTech when Barry Kripke approached their table. "Hewwo, fewwas." "Hey," they replied in unison. "Wemember when we were twying to figuwe out what that smell coming fwom Pwofessor Tupperman's office was? Turns out it was Tupperman. Dead at his desk for two weeks." "Oh, my God," Leonard gasped. "In wieu of fwowers, the department chair is asking that evewyone donate a bottle of Febweze." Sheldon was agitated at the sudden turn of events. "If we're going to change the topic from jellyfish, I'd be okay with brine shrimp or the history of the unicycle." Howard looked at Sheldon with a sideways glance. "Show a little compassion, a man died." "And turned into a puddew of goo. Now, we can either sit awound and cwy over spilt pwofessor, or we can wejoice in the knowwedge that a tenured position has just opened up. I choose to do the watter." Sheldon spoke up. "Excuse me, the whole tenure system is ridiculous. A guaranteed job for life only encourages the faculty to become complacent. If we really want science to advance, people should have chips implanted in their skulls that explode when they say something stupid." Barry began to walk away. "If you need my nose, you'll find it firmwy wodged up the wectum of the tenure committee." Howard looked around the table. "You Ph.D's gonna go suck up like Kripke?" Leonard shook his head. "No. I mean, I'll apply, but I'm not gonna stoop to playing politics." Raj agreed. "Yeah, me neither. It should be about the work. And if I can't get tenure, I'd like to see you or Sheldon get it." Sheldon looked at Raj. "Raj, don't dangle false hope in front of Leonard like that." \*\*\*\*\* In Penny's apartment later that day... "So 'tenured' means a job for life?" Penny asked. Leonard nodded. "Yup." "You can't get fired even if you're bad at it?" Leonard thought for a moment. "Mm, not really." "Wow, sounds a lot like being a pretty waitress at the Cheesecake Factory." \*\*\*\*\* Over in Sheldon's apartment.... "While I disagree with the premise of tenure, if they gave it to me, it wouldn't diminish my output. You know, I'm like the sun. Can't turn this off," Sheldon said. "Are Rajesh and Leonard competing for it as well?" Amy asked. Sheldon nodded. "Mm-hmm." \*\*\*\*\* And at Howard and Bernadette's apartment... "It would be nice to have the increased income. Stop taking money from my parents," Raj said dreamily. "They buy me a new BMW for my birthday but can I get seat warmers? No. 'Rajesh, if you want a warm butt, you're gonna have to pay for it yourself.' Well, maybe I will, old man." Bernadette grabbed Raj's wine glass. "I think that's enough wine for now." She looked at Howard. "What about you, Howie? Are you going to apply?" Howard shook his head. "I'd like to but I don't have a Ph.D." Bernadette smiled. "We might be able to find a way around that." \*\*\*\*\* Back in Penny's apartment... "So, who do you have to schmooze to get this deal?" Penny asked Leonard. "I'm not gonna schmooze anybody. I'm gonna let my work speak for itself." "That's great. That shows a lot of integrity." "Thank you." Leonard paused. "I'm a naive idiot, right?" "Oh, good, you heard me." She paused. "Maybe I can help you schmooze." \*\*\*\*\* In Sheldon's apartment... "You know, if you really want tenure, maybe you should cozy up to the people making the decision," Amy pointed out. Sheldon shook his head. "Sheldon Cooper does not do cozy." Amy frowned. "You don't say." \*\*\*\*\* In the CalTech cafeteria the next day... "You guys goin' to Professor Tupperman's memorial?" Howard asked. Raj shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." Leonard shook his head. "Probably not." Sheldon also shrugged his shoulders. "Barely knew him." Howard nodded. "Yeah, you wouldn't want to look like you guys are brown-nosing the tenure committee, who will all be there." *All the better to let Bernie work her magic* he thought with glee. \*\*\*\*\* That evening, at Professor Tupperman's memorial, Amy and Sheldon stood in the lobby. Amy helped Sheldon prepare. "Let's go over our emotional responses one last time. Professor Tupperman is dead, and that makes us?" Sheldon nodded. "Sad." "The fact that there are so many people here tonight doesn't make us cranky and claustrophobic. It makes us?" "Glad." "Giving Mrs. Davis the box set of Roots was?" "Bad. However..." "No." "Fine. Bad." Suddenly, Raj was standing next to them. He shook his head. "Unbelievable. You have some nerve showing up here just to schmooze with the tenure committee." Sheldon looked him up and down. "You're here." "Excuse me. I'm here to pay my respects to Professor Tupperware, or whatever his name is." "So am I. His passing makes me feel bad." Sheldon looked to Amy. She nodded and winked, indicating he gave the correct emotional response. Then Leonard and Penny appeared. "Well, well, well, Sheldon, fancy meeting you here. I guess the train store in Glendale wasn't having a cotillion after all," Leonard said. Then he turned to Raj. "And you, you said you weren't coming here, either." Raj looked him in the eye. "I have a thick accent. You don't know what I said." Amy looked at Penny. "I'd like to know why Penny's here." "I'm here to support my man, just like you." Sheldon looked at her incredulously. "What are you going to do? Take people's drink orders and get them wrong?" Leonard nodded at Penny. "Do it." Penny quite proudly threw off the coat she was wearing, revealing a little black dress. "Little" doesn't accurately describe it. Her long blonde hair fell over the black velvet material. It was strapless with a neckline that plunged deep into her breasts. It looked like it might have been built for size 34B cups, not Penny's 36C cups. They were spilling over the top. The dress clung to her curves all the way down to the hem that didn't even reach mid-thigh. The black high heels only made her lean, tan legs look even longer than they already were. She was stunning. Sheldon was oblivious to the sudden sexiness that was standing before him. "What? Did she do it yet?" Amy was pissed. "She plans on flirting with members of the tenure committee to further Leonard's cause." Sheldon looked back and forth at the two women. "Well, that's a fine how-do-you-do. Don't just stand there. Take your breasts out." Howard and Bernadette appeared. "Ooh, meerkat fight!" Howard said drooling. Raj snapped his head around. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Just paying my respects," Howard grinned. "Then why is Bernadette half naked?" Raj asked nodding at Bernadette, trying not to stare at her boobs. Bernadette was dressed completely out of character for her. While normally she dressed very conservatively, tonight was the exact opposite. Tonight she was dressed in a tight red silk dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline as well as a deep v neck that cut deep into her cleavage. It had very little back, showing plenty of skin. The hem on the right side ran all the way down to her red pumps, while the rest of the hem cut up sideways to the left where it stopped just below her left hip, leaving her left leg almost completely exposed. The cold chill in the air had her gumdrop size nipples practically ripping through the thin material. Amy tried to argue. "You're all wasting your time. Sheldon is the most qualified for the job, and no amount of gravity-defying bosom's going to change that." She nodded at Bernadette and Penny. "Seriously, is that tape? Like, how are they staying up like that?" Leonard leaned over and whispered into Penny's ear. "Way to hit 'em with both barrels." Howard leaned into Bernadette. "You are so getting fucked tonight!" Just then, Kripke walked by with one of the committee members. The committee member said, "I could not ask you to do that." Barry waved her off. "Nonsense. Childwen wove me. Something about me just makes them waugh and waugh." Leonard shook his head. "No. We cannot lose to that jerk." The group walked into the large, crowded room filled with people paying their respects to the late Professor Tupperman. There were quite assuredly a few more candidates for the tenured position in attendance, as well. The group split up and mingled through the room. Leonard was the first to spot two members of the tenure committee. He steered himself and Penny to over to them. He stood next to them but they didn't acknowledge his presence. He finally cleared his throat. "Ahh yes, Dr. Hofstadter, good to see you," Professor Eagle said as he shook his hand. Professor Eagle was a distinguished looking man. Tall and handsome, in mid 50s, with a full head of hair that was beginning to show signs of gray. "Professor Eagle, Professor Stand, I'd like you to meet my wife, Penny." Both professors looked stunned at the fact that Leonard had been able to land such a beauty. Both professors shook her hand while trying not to watch her tits jiggle while doing so. The four exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before Leonard leaned into Penny. "You okay?" She smiled. "I got this." "Professor Eagle, Professor Stand, would you mind keeping Penny company while I use the restroom?" The two professors looked at each other. "It would be our pleasure," Professor Stand said. He was a little older and taller than Professor Eagle. He had a little pudge around the waist but, for a man his age, obviously made the attempt to stay in shape. Leonard had barely taken two steps when Penny went into action. "So, gentlemen, Leonard tells me you're on some kind of committee." "Yes, that's correct," Eagle said, still trying hard not to stare at the tits that were spilling out of her dress. "The tenure committee. We've gotten Dr. Hofstadter's application for tenure. At first glance, he's definitely qualified." "Oh, yeah, I know. He's more than qualified," Penny said. She cocked her head sexily and began to run a finger along the neckline of her dress. "I wonder if there's someplace we can talk about, uh, some qualifications that you don't know about. Some qualifications you've been glancing at all night that maybe you'd like to know more about." "I-I-I don't know if...that would be...appropriate," Stand stammered. "Oh, c'mon, loosen up. Just three adults having a consensual, private...discussion, right? What's wrong with that?" The two professors nodded at each other. "Yes, well (ahem), since you put it that way, yes, I suppose there's nothing wrong with that," Professor Eagle said. \*\*\*\*\* Howard spotted two more members of the tenure committee talking with Raj. "That's so sad about Professor Tupperman," Howard said as he forced himself into the conversation with Bernadette at his side. "Yes it is, Doctor, uhhhhh," Professor Janski said to Howard. "Oh, he's no doctor. He's an engineer," Raj said, making sure to emphasize "engineer". "Master of Engineering, yes, that's correct," Howard said, shaking Professor Janski's hand. "Oh, yes, I've seen you on campus," Janski said, pulling his hand away. "So, you knew Professor Tupperman?" he asked curiously. "Ohhhhhhh, yeah, we were like this," Howard said, wrapping two fingers around each other. Raj rolled his eyes. "Puuuhhhhh-lease!" "Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my lovely bride, Bernadette. She's a microbiologist with a corner office at Zangen," Howard said, trying to divert attention from Raj's snide comment. Bernadette stuck out her hand, as well as her 36 inch bustline. "Au chante." Professors Janski and Winslow, as well as Raj, Howard, and Bernadette chatted for several moments. The two professors couldn't take their eyes off of Bernadette. With Bernadette being only 5 feet tall, the professors couldn't help but look straight down her dress when looking at her. Try as he might, Raj couldn't pull their attention away. "So, gentlemen, did you get a chance to look over my Howie's application for tenure?" Bernadette asked. "Well, yes, and, quite frankly, I'm not sure why he wasted his time," Professor Winslow said. "I mean, he's an engineer." "A Master of Engineering," Howard said puffing out his chest. "An engineer none the less," Raj said. "A Master of Engineering...that's been on a NASA mission," Bernadette said, growling at Raj. She turned back to the professors. "How many people at CalTech can say they've been on a NASA mission?" "Well, that is true," Janksi concurred. Raj leaned into Howard. "Oh sure, play the NASA card." "Bite me, bitch," Howard responded. "Would you gentlemen like to hear more about Howie's trip into space?" Bernadette asked, moving in closer to the two professors. "Oh, well, maybe another time," Winslow said quite dismissively. Both men jumped. Bernadette discreetly cupped their balls. "Or maybe we can talk about your rockets?" she said quietly with a twinkle in her eyes. "Oh! Yes! (ahem) That's a splendid idea!" Janski said. The two professors led Bernadette arm-in-arm away from the crowded room with Howard and Raj not too far behind. "Playing the big titty card? Really? Have you no shame?" Raj asked of his friend. "She's got 'em, might as well use 'em to my advantage, so too fucking bad," Howard replied as they followed behind. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he asked Raj. "Dude, if you think I'm going to let you get away with this, you've got another thing coming." \*\*\*\*\* In a tiny, darkened room down the hall from where the memorial was being held, behind closed doors, were Professors Janski, Stand, and Penny. "Now stand back, boys. Let me show you those qualifications," Penny cooed. Penny reached behind her. The sound of a zipper filled the room. Her tiny black dress fell to the floor. The two professors stepped forward. Penny wagged her finger at them. "Ah ah ah." She began to massage her tits, pinch her nipples, and rub her bald pussy. "Now it's your turn." In a flash, two pairs of slacks hit the floor, quickly followed by tighty whitey underwear. Two impressive looking cocks pointed at Penny. *At their age? That's impressive! I hope Leonard holds up that well!* Penny thought. "Holy crap on a cracker, very nice, boys," she said as she stepped closer. "Now, let me give you an oral argument for why you should pick Leonard." She dropped to her knees in front of them and grabbed their stiff shafts. The two men gasped. She gently stroked them as she admired each one. She moved in and flicked the tip of Professor Eagle with her tongue, then did the same with Professor Stand. She leaned back and studied the situation. *Eeny, meeny, miny, moe* went through her head. Before he knew it, Eagle's pole was buried in Penny's throat. He gave a loud moan, much louder than he intended. He slid in and out of her throat while she stroked Professor Stand. The room quickly filled with low moans and slurping sounds. \*\*\*\*\* Bernadette and Professors Janski and Winslow had barely entered their darkened room before the two professors pounced on Bernadette. Before you could say particle accelerator her dress had been stripped off her tiny body and tossed to the side. "Oh my! Professors!" she squealed as two fingers slid past her already puffy cunt lips. Winslow removed a tit from his mouth. "If you want us to even consider giving tenure to an engineer, you're gonna have to work for it." "Master of Engineering," Bernadette sighed as she brought his face back to her breast. Raj started to open the door that Bernadette disappeared behind. Howard grabbed his arm. "Hang on there, buddy. Where do you think you're going?" "I'm going to stop this right now!" Raj said with clenched fists. "The hell you say. Let's see where this goes," Howard said, crouching down and peering through the crack in the door. "Dude! You're going to watch your wife get banged by these two?!" Howard shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, why not?" "She's your *wife!*" "She loves it when I watch, and I love watching," Howard said without looking up. "You bastard! You're just now telling me this?!" Howard shrugged his shoulders again. "Dude, scoot over! Let me see!" They watched as Janski and Winslow pushed Bernadette to her knees. Winslow quickly grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her towards his bouncing pole. Even in the dim light she could see the veins wrapped around the beast pulse with energy. She opened her mouth without protest and hungrily took him in. She gagged briefly as Winslow's swollen member slid down her throat. *My God! He's so much bigger than my Howie!* she thought. Her pussy dripped at the thought of having it buried in her slit and not her throat. "You're gonna know the true meaning of getting fucked tonight...bitch," Winslow said as he placed his hands behind her head and throat fucked her while she stroked Janski's tool. "Mmmmhmmm! Mmmmhmmm!" was Bernadette's muffled reply. "Sounds like they're going to work Bernadette over pretty good, dude," Raj said concerned. Howard giggled. "Yeah! I know!" \*\*\*\*\* Penny was on all fours, with Professor Eagle beneath her fucking her quivering cunt while Professor Stand impaled her face. Leonard was just down the hall listening intently. All he could hear were moans and the occasional plea to the heavens. He smiled. *Tenure's as good as mine. Blow me, Sheldon.* "Her throat...it's so...tight! It's...it's...incredible!" Stand announced. "I...I...I don't know...how much longer..." "Me, too! So's her pussy!" Eagle panted. "It's like it's gripping me!" "I...I...gaaaaaaaa!" Stand's rod throbbed in Penny's mouth. Each throb pumped another spurt of thick liquid down the back of her throat. She gulped and gulped trying to keep up. *Jesus Christ! So much cum! This dude needs to jack off more often!* Penny thought as she swallowed. Stand finally pulled out of her mouth. She sucked it all the way out, releasing it with a pop. "I don't think I can last much longer," Professor Eagle wheezed. "Wait! Wait!" Penny said as she lifted off of him. "Fuck me in the ass! Stick it in my ass!" Eagle grabbed his slick pole. But, instead of holding it steady for entry, he gave it a couple of hard tugs. As Penny lowered herself down, she felt a warm rope shoot across her ass and up her back. *Shit!* she thought. She quickly raced down and took him into her mouth, taking the rest of his spunk down her throat. Once the flow of cum stopped, she removed him from her mouth and sat back on her haunches. Eagle looked up in time to see her swipe droplets of cum from the corner of her grinning lips and slide it back into her mouth. "S-s-s-sorry," Eagle said, embarrassed he didn't comply with her request. "It's okay, sweetie," she said softly. "As long as you enjoyed it." "Oh yes! Very much so!" he said as he brought himself to his feet. Stand was completely dressed, waiting for his colleague to finish. "Amazing. You were absolutely amazing." "Dr. Hofstadter is a lucky man," Eagle said as he got dressed. "Yeah, I get that a lot," Penny said proudly. "I'll take a closer look at Dr. Hofstadter's application first thing in the morning," Stand said. "You do that," Penny said. "If he gets tenure, maybe we can have another 'conversation,'" she said seductively. Shortly after the two professors left the room, Leonard slipped in. Penny was still on her haunches. "So? How'd it go?" She swiped some rogue cum from her tits and slipped it between her lips. "It's in the bag," she said grinning. Leonard pumped his fist. "Yes!" "But those rat bastards finished before I did! And I was close, too." Leonard dropped his pants and pulled out his thick, 8" rod. "Let's see if we can do something about that." \*\*\*\*\* Raj and Howard watched through the crack in the door as Professor Winslow slid his tool in and out of Bernadette's slit from underneath her while Professor Janski pummeled her ass from behind. "My God! Her cunt is like a vise grip!" Winslow announced after releasing her tit from his mouth. "That's right! Fuck my tight little cunt!" Bernadette challenged him. Janski chuckled. "I think I've sufficiently stretched out her ass. Let's see what we can do about that cunt," he said as he removed his thick post from her ass. 'Hey!" Bernadette protested. "What the fu...huh?" She felt pressure on her swollen pussy as Janski continued to chuckle. Then more pressure. "Hey! Hey, bub! W-w-w-what do you think you're doing?!" A moment of panic raced through her mind. *They're going to rip it apart!* "Just relax," Janski growled. "You can slide a baby's head out of this thing, you can slide two cocks in it." "Holy Mother of Mary motherfuck!" Bernadette cried out as she felt Janski's cock slide into her with surprising ease, joining Winslow's. "I told you," Janski chuckled as the two men began to slide their cocks in and out of her twitching twat. "Ohmagod! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me, you sissies!" "Listen to this, slut," Janski laughed. "She gets two cocks in her cunt and she shows how much of a whore she is. C'mon, whore, tell us how much you like have your cunt stuffed with cock." "I-I-I love it! God forgive me, I love! I...I...shit...I'm gonna...fuuuuucccckkk!" Her body trembled as she exploded with an orgasm unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She pushed back against each thrust of the two professor's thrusts. The room started to spin. For a moment she thought she might pass out. "Fuck it, I can't take anymore," Howard said as he stood up from his crouched position. "Dude! Are you going to stop it?" Raj asked. "Are you fuckin' crazy? Hell no! I'm gonna join in!" Raj's jaw dropped. He watched his friend drop his pants as he walked through the door. "Fuck it!" Raj said as he followed Howard through the door. The light from the open door briefly illuminated the room. "Wolowitz! Koothrappali! What the hell are you doing here?!" Janski said as he froze. "It's...it's...it's not what it looks like," Winslow said from underneath Bernadette. "Hi, honey," Bernadette said with a smile looking up at her husband. "Well, it looks like you're fucking my wife. Mind if I join in?" Howard said as he dropped to his knees and slipped his tiny tool through his wife's lips. "So you're okay with this?" Janski asked. "Hell yeah!" Howard replied enthusiastically as he began to thrust his hips into Bernadette's face. "What're you waiting for? Fuck her little cunt! Make her scream!" "Mmmmmhmmm! Mmmmhmmmm!" came Bernadette's muffled squeal. "And hurry up!" Raj said as he stroked his thick cock off to the side. "I wanna bust one off in her ass!" It wasn't long before the professors were struggling to breath. "I...I...can't take...much more," Janski panted as he continued to double stuff Bernadette's gash. "Me, too!" cried Winslow. "Her pussy's...too...tight!" Janski pulled out and furiously stroked his throbbing cock. With a grunt, a stream of thick, white jizz shot up Bernadette's spine. Several smaller spurts shot out. The thick goo puddled in the small of her back. Janski slapped his pole on her ass, sending several more droplets up her back. "God damn!" he said as he rose to his feet. "Gonna...gonna...mmmmmmm...gonna...fuck!" Winslow's thrusts threw Bernadette into the air as he emptied the contents of his ball sack into her hot little box. She could fill it filling up with each thrust of his hips. When he finally finished he lifted Bernadette off of him. A stream of cum followed as he unplugged her snatch. She continued to suck Howard as Winslow rolled out from underneath her. As soon as he was clear, Raj slid in behind her. "It's about fucking time! I was about to blow over there!" Raj said as he touched the tip of his thick, caramel-colored cock to her already gaped ass. *What a great country!* he thought to himself. Winslow and Janski dressed and didn't stick around for the rest of the show. As they left, Janski was heard saying "Jesus Christ! That's the best fuck I've had in years!" "Years?" Winslow countered. "That's the tightest cunt I've ever had! Fucking amazing!" As soon as Raj slid is pole past Bernadette's sphincter, Bernadette exploded with another orgasm. The only thing keeping her from collapsing to the floor were the two poles impaling her. Her ass and mouth tightened around the cocks that were filling both. "I'm gonna launch! I'm gonna launch!" Howard warned. "Prepare...for...liftoff! 3...2...1...booyah!!" Her mouth was suddenly full of the familiar taste of Howard's rocket fuel while she was still experiencing her own orgasm. He grabbed the back of her head as he halting fucked her face. Her mouth clamped down, sucking him as hard as she could. Raj was close to jerking himself off before. All it took was Bernadette's ass clamping down on his skewer to finish him off. "Oh! Oh! Dude! Oh!" Raj grabbed her ass while he threw his hips into hers. "That's right! Fuck my ass you Indian bastard!" Bernadette commanded after Howard removed his rocket. "Dude! Dude! Duuuuuuude!" Bernadette felt Raj dump his spicy curry into her, savoring every pulse of his pole. She grinded her hips back into his, wanting every last bit of him inside her. \*\*\*\*\* Leonard's hips smacked against Penny's heart shaped ass as he fucked her ass hard. "Did you like having those two professors fuck you?" Leonard growled. "Yes! Yes! I loved it!" Penny cried out. "That makes you a fucking slut, doesn't it?" "Yes! Yes! I'm a fucking slut!" "You're my fucking slut, aren't you? Who's cock do you love the most?" "Yes! Yes! Yours! I love your cock! Fuck! Oh fuck!" "Does my fucking slut want to cum?" "Yes! God yes! Make me cum with your big fucking cock in my ass!" Leonard fucked her even harder. "C'mon, slut, cum for me. Let me hear you cum while I fuck your ass." "Ohmyfuckinggawd! Cumming! Cumming! Cummingggggaaaahhhhh!" Penny rested her forehead on the carpeted floor, sticking her ass even higher in the air. Her body shook violently as a Nebraska twister raced through her body, her head swimming in ecstasy. As the trembling of her body slowed, Leonard withdrew from her ass. "Sit up, slut. I'm gonna cover those sweet tits with cum." Penny did as told. She sat straight up and cupped her tits, holding them up as targets. "C'mon, big boy, cover me in cum. You know I love it," she cooed. "I know you do," he panted. "Here it...here it...here it...cums!" His head flew back and his chest puffed out and he tugged on his hose. Rope after rope of white hot cum shot out, splattering across her chest and tops of her tits. She watched and smiled as it's warmth covered her. When he stopped pumping his pole, she replaced his hand with hers and took him into her mouth. She wanted to make sure she had completely drained him. She loved pleasing her man, whatever it took. Even if it meant letting two strangers have their way with her. When Leonard finally looked down, Penny was licking his cum off the top of her tits. "God, I love you," he whispered. \*\*\*\*\* The gang met back up in the lobby. "Where have you all been?" Sheldon asked annoyed. "We were...we were...we were, uhhhhhh," Penny stammered. "You were exposing your breasts to members of the tenure committee, weren't you?" Amy asked with a sour look on her face. "And then some," Howard chuckled under his breath to Raj. "None of your bee's wax," Bernadette said. "Sluts," Amy said under her breath. "Jealous much?" Bernadette asked. "You've got something right there," Penny said to Bernadette with a grin, pointing at the corner of her own mouth as if she was a mirror. Bernadette quickly licked the droplet of cum she had missed from the corner of her mouth. She nodded at Penny. "What's that on your chest?" Some of the cum Penny had missed had dried and was flaking. Penny wiped at her chest. "Oh. Uh, yeah. Dry skin." \*\*\*\*\* Six weeks later it was announced who had been awarded the tenured position. Neither Raj, Howard, Leonard, or Sheldon got the coveted position. Not even Kripke. Who did get it? Bert Kibbler, the socially awkward geologist. Apparently he put his MacArthur Fellowship grant money to good use

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, giantess, hand pump Text: Anna didn't have to be a mind reader to know that something was wrong with Molly. For the past few days she had been distracted and listless, often staring into space when she should have been working. Even on their days off she spent time on the balcony, looking out towards the sea and sighing wistfully to herself. She also didn't need to be a mind reader to know what that something was."Come on," Anna said. "Tell me."Molly glanced over her shoulder before sighing and turning back towards the water. "Tell you what?""Who is he?" She put her hands on her hips. "It's obvious you're in love."She smiled longingly. "He's amazing. He's tall, strong...""Yeah?""Confident..."Anna nodded. "Okay.""Scaly, breathes atomic fire...""...what?""Maybe a metaphor of some sort, there's so many layers to him that-""Hold it." As Molly turned to face her, Anna continued. "You're in love with Agrodon.""Yeah." She smiled wistfully. "He's great, isn't he?""He's a thousand feet tall and rises out of the ocean to wreak havoc.""He's hot, though.""Why can't you be normal and just lust after that fish guy from The Shape of Water?""I'm not going to settle," Molly shot back, folding her arms across her chest.Anna made a circle with the finger and thumb of one hand, balling her other hand into a fist and bumping them together. "I can think of at least one problem you'd run into, and that's assuming you could even get his attention.""I know, but he's just..." She sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. "If only I could be with him on his level, you know?"Anna eyed her friend, resolve slipping away despite her better judgment. Molly was eccentric, there was no doubting that, but there was genuine longing in her actions. Even if her choice in men was highly questionable, she deserved a shot at love; everybody did. The least Anna could do was help her out."I probably shouldn't be doing this," Anna said, "but I have a plan. Change into something stretchy and meet me outside." Behind the apartment complex was a small park, left in a half-finished state when the building's owner ran low on funds. There were no trees, only partially paved paths, and the closest thing to a pond was a slight recess that got swampy during heavy rains. It was open and flat, however, which was all that Anna wanted from it."This isn't going to work," Molly said.Anna set the bike pump down, letting the long, coiled hose on her shoulder slide off to the ground. "...and yet you still changed and followed me out here," she retorted, gesturing to Molly's biking shorts and sports bra."Yeah, well..." She scratched the back of her head sheepishly. "I guess I really -want- it to work. Donny's not going to dick himself, you know?"She gave her a look as she stooped, picking up the end of the hose. "'Donny.' You're calling him Donny now." Shaking her head, she plugged the nozzle into Molly's navel before moving to the pump. "I hope this is worth it," she muttered, before pushing down on the handle.Molly recoiled in wide-eyed shock as there was a sudden pressure against her navel that quickly gave way to what felt like all the muscles in her body stretching on their own, and her line of sight shot up a foot. Anna raised the handle and pressed it down again and the sensation repeated, her vision rising higher. Her mouth moved wordlessly, and by the time she got the words out she was tall enough that Anna only came up to her waist. "Woah! Hold it!"Anna froze, looking up at her. "Is something wrong?""I..." She looked herself over, patting herself down. She -felt- normal, though her skin had a faint sheen to it that reminded her of a balloon, and there was a slight paunch to her stomach that wasn't there before. Despite being twice its normal size, her outfit seemed to be handling its new scale perfectly fine. "...I can't believe this is working." Glancing around, she added, "everything looks so different from up here.""Should I keep going?""Uh, yeah? I guess."As Anna resumed pumping, Molly's growth showed no signs of slowing. If anything, she seemed to be gaining height faster as time went on, watching as the windows of the surrounding apartment blocks went by. The air that had been affecting only her belly spread elsewhere, giving her a spare tire around her waist and thicker forearms and thighs, and a hissing sound gradually became audible with each pump and fit of growth. As her head cleared the roofs of the five-story building found herself instinctively hunching over, hiding from view.Anna paused again to pick up the pump and step away from her, barely coming up to her mid-thigh. "Why are you so worried people are going to see you?" she shouted up at her."I dunno, I just feel... weird being this big.""Just think of it-" She rolled her eyes, muttering "I can't believe I'm saying this," under her breath before shouting again, continuing to pump. "Just think of it as getting closer to Agrodon.""That's true," Molly replied. Her body grew yards at a time, and she found herself moving her feet together in order to stay in the center of an increasingly confining space. "You know, this is actually kind of nice." She grinned as the curve of her body rose up beneath her breasts up to her neck and to the sides, going from pear-shaped to egg-shaped. "This must be what Donny feels like.""You mean being big," Anna said."Well, yeah." She continued rising up, the apartment roofs below her waist. Going unnoticed was now an utter impossibility, if not from her size then from the loud hisses that punctuated each burst of air, and several pedestrians and cars had stopped to gawk at her. However, her prior concern had quickly melted away as she watched the world grow smaller around her, the attention she was getting growing more and more insignificant as the shore came into view. Had the pneumatic giantess thought to look behind her she would have noticed that she had outgrown the skyscrapers in the business district, now being the most dominant feature of the skyline.As Molly grew to such a scale that the five-story apartment merely reached her ankles, a siren began to sound. Far beneath her in shadow of her belly, Anna stopped pumping, tugging on hose and causing it to slip free with surprising ease before cupping her hands and shouting upward. "Molly! Agrodon's coming!"While Anna was too small and too quiet to hear, Molly still understood what was happening. She looked down, finding her body in the way, then pivoted her hips to the side and craned her neck for a clear view of her home and the surroundings before gingerly raising a foot over the roofs of the buildings, putting it down in the middle of a nearby parking lot. Despite being entirely filled with air she had an impressive weight to her, and deep cracks formed in the asphalt as several cars crumpled painlessly underfoot.She stepped from lot to major intersection to lot, more concerned that she would trip and fall over a building than destroy them. A ten-minute drive through traffic to the beach was covered in a dozen steps, her heel coming down through the boardwalk as her toes touched the water. Molly paused to adjust her outfit and fix her hair before laying down across the beach, backside taking out another swath of boardwalk and part of a tiki bar. Putting on her most coquettish look, she rested her head on her hand and looked out towards the ocean.In the distance the water frothed and churned, waves tumbling towards the shore before the sea parted, revealing a high spiny crest, and beneath it the head of Agrodon. He let out a mighty roar as he surfaced, headed towards the city before the sight of something - or rather, someone - as large as he was gave him pause.Molly winked. "Hey, hot stuff. Instead of smashing downtown, why don't you smash me instead?"Agrodon paused in thought before speaking, his voice a perfectly enunciated baritone. "Is this a metaphor for how mankind has embraced atomic power and used once-destructive technologies for the betterment of civilization?"She smiled. "Baby, if it's you? I'll be a metaphor for -anything-."

Title: French Connections Tags: seduction, coercion, voyeur, oral, strap on, blow job, threesome, fingering, breast sucking, caught on camera *This story is based on reluctance and coercion in an interracial lesbian setting. It's fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on.* Chapter 1 My moans urged Pierre on as he thrust down into me. This was the first time my husband had fucked me in our new home and with the moonlight peeping in through the partially open curtains, it was even more of a thrill than I'd anticipated. What twenty-five year old girl wouldn't be turned on by fucking in a four poster bed in a French mansion? Pierre had lived there for several years and now it was my home, too. He grunted as I wrapped my feet around his heavily sweating back. With an affectionate growl, I dug my heels into his ass and pushed him even deeper inside me. Suddenly the air was full of expletives. Pierre couldn't hold back his language during moments of extreme passion and it never failed to increase my arousal. Was there a sexier language than French? It was that accent that had first attracted me to him. We'd been making love for well over half an hour and sweat was dropping from his forehead onto my body. Despite the twenty year difference in our ages, his stamina matched mine. I closed my eyes, momentarily reflecting on how good life was. Everything had happened so quickly. We'd only met six months ago and now I was his wife. It had been a whirlwind courtship, carried out across Europe while he pursued his goodwill Ambassadorial duties for the French government and I carried out my modelling commitments. We'd managed to spend most of that time in one another's company, apart from one weekend when he was delayed in Zurich while was on various catwalk's in Milan. Pierre was panting hard now, a sure-fire indication he was closing in on his orgasm. "Let me on top, darling," I told him, wanting him to last just a little longer. I slid from underneath him, manoeuvring our positions so that I could settle on his lap. His eyes went to my freckled breasts and I shook them at him before bending forward to allow him to suckle each erect nipple in turn. That always made me cream. If I sheathed him again he'd cum almost immediately and I wasn't ready for that. Before he could react I shuffled my body upwards, leaving a damp trail of juices across his stomach and chest as I slid my sex towards his face. "Just for a few moments, Pierre," I told him. He needed his orgasm but I wanted satisfaction first and with my knees clamped over his arms, he had no way out. An Irish girl at University loved bringing me to orgasm this way and while that was a few years ago now, how could I forget? Marie O'Flanagan had been eighteen then, the same age that Pierre's daughter was now. I hadn't seen Françoise since the wedding. The eighteen year old was as beautiful as her father was handsome and we got on well together, thank God. It would be early tomorrow morning when she arrived with a friend of hers to spend a long weekend with her father and I. That had given us tonight alone to enjoy ourselves. Pierre was not only a good lover, he was charismatic, wealthy, and had already taught me much about the finer things in life. We were a perfect match. I clamped my thighs around his head, gripping his hair with one hand and encouraging his mouth to my sex. The French had a real talent for cunninglingus. When he stretched his neck upwards and ran his tongue across my clean-shaven opening, I shuddered. "Yes, darling, like that," I moaned, grinding down onto his Gallic lips. "Just like that..." His arms curled under my thighs, holding me in position as I began to gyrate. He knew how wild this position made me and I began to growl as I rode his face. As he sucked my clit between his lips I leant backwards, resting one hand on the bed and circling his thick girth behind me with the other. I wanted him hard for when the time came. Just as it had always done under the oral ministrations of the red-haired Marie O'Flanagan, my orgasm quickly sprinted through me. I always came harder this way and I waited until Pierre's experienced mouth had sucked up my juices before slithering back down his body, scraping my breasts and hard nipples along his sweaty chest. "Such a good boy," I whispered, sheathing him and jerking down on his hardness. "Now it's your turn..." \* Pierre was already out of bed, conversing in French on the telephone as he paced the bedroom floor. There was some problem in Brussels and his advice was being sought. I slipped the cream silk robe around my naked body and left him to it, sauntering out onto the large balcony and allowing the warm morning sunshine to hit my face. This was my new home and I breathed in the glorious French air as I rested against the stone balcony rail. The view across the grounds was stunning, a series of rolling hills with not another building to interrupt the vista. Could life get any better? A noise from below caught my attention and I leaned forward to gain a better view. Two young women were stretched out on the sun beds beside the large outdoor swimming pool. The curly haired black girl in the red bikini had a voluptuous body but it was the honey tanned white girl I recognised instantly. The short cut blonde hair was unmistakeable, as was the slender athletic body on display in the skimpy gold bikini. I'd suggested to Pierre that she could easily make her way in the modelling world and I'd already sounded out a couple of photographers. Ever the pragmatist, he wanted her education completed first. The two of them were casually spread out on their sun beds, chatting, when suddenly the black girl pushed up into a sitting position. As she reached for the bottle of sun tan oil her full breasts bounced tantalisingly inside the loose confines of the bikini top. I felt my nipples rise in approval. I hadn't been into girls since Marie O'Flanagan, but my reaction during Fashion shoots confirmed I could still appreciate the female form. Some of the other models had stunning figures but none of them quite like this one. With a frustrated sigh, I began to turn away and chastise myself, but I caught further movement out of the corner of my eye. Françoise's young friend had handed the bottle to her and was casually unhooking her bikini top. I quickly turned back, an unwanted voyeur. Her naked breasts—surmounted on their crests with chocolate, almost perfectly circular nipples—defied gravity as they thrust proudly from her young body. A pool of appreciation formed between my thighs. Pierre's voice made me jump. The thought of being caught watching his daughter and her friend flooded my body with guilt and I began to swing away before I realised he was simply informing me he was about to take a shower. The warning should have been sufficient for me to return to the bedroom but as I heard the en-suite door close I was unable to prevent my gaze from glancing downwards again. Both girls had changed position. The black girl, still topless, lay back on the sun bed, both hands behind her head. Françoise was kneeling beside her, holding the bottle of sun oil over her stomach and allowing the dark liquid to trickle slowly downwards onto that ebony coloured flesh. There was something intensely sensual about the scene. When a small pool had formed on the girl's skin, Françoise began to work the oil across the glistening skin of that flat teenage stomach. I imagined the young girl's eyes were closed but beneath the dark sunglasses it wasn't easy to tell. It occurred to me that if she looked upwards it would be impossible to miss my head craning over the balcony and I leant back a little and checked behind me. Pierre couldn't to return to the bedroom without my hearing the en-suite door open but even so, my voyeuring guilt made me nervous. There was a definite sensuality to watching one woman oil another and when Françoise's hands rose upwards to cup and massage the oil into those delectable black breasts, I felt my breath catch. Any pretence at simply applying some suntan protection had gone. Her movements were sexual as she kneaded those magnificent swells. I told myself to return to the bedroom but I was hypnotised. Françoise's fingertips came together with each sweep to delicately pinch those chocolate nipples and the girl's back arched a little under each touch. When the faint sound of a mewing noise floated up to my ears, I felt my own nipples begin to tingle. Suddenly the black girl spoke again to Françoise. I couldn't quite hear what was being said but she was giving an instruction. Pierre's daughter nodded obediently and reached for the ties on the girl's red bikini bottoms. With a theatrical, almost slow motion pull of her fingers, she freed each in turn. My breath caught in my throat. The girl lifted her ass so that Françoise could pull them from her now naked body and I felt a surge of static electricity as my eyes drifted down to her cleanly shaven pussy, the skin a deep ebony colour like the rest of her body. Most of the models I worked with preferred the bare look, too, while I held an affection for my own dark landing strip. Françoise trailed her hand across the girl's baby-smooth sex, her white fingers providing an erotic contrast to the black flesh. Her movements were lazy and unhurried, and it was clear this wasn't the first time they'd engaged in such a practice. The girl spoke to her again—another instruction?—and a smile creased Françoise's face as she nodded. She bent forward to suck one of those delicious nipples into her mouth at the same time as sliding a single finger inside the girl's sex. It occurred so gently, in such a matter-of-fact way that, at first, I wasn't sure it had happened. But then the black girl's hands were gripping the top of the lounger behind her as her body began to gyrate on the working digit. My heart was pumping and I couldn't resist the urge to reach inside my robe and run my fingers across my rapidly emerging clitoris. Watching them was an incredibly illicit sensation and it was difficult to judge if guilt or arousal was my primary feeling. The girl spoke to Françoise once more and I gasped as Pierre's daughter withdrew and then licked her finger. As she shifted position so that she lay between the girl's legs, it instantly became clear what she had in mind and the shock hit me like a thunderbolt. Despite the privacy of the mansion, they must have known that either Madeleine—the housekeeper—or even her father or I could interrupt them at any moment. If they did, they didn't care. The black girl caressed Françoise's hair just as Pierre's daughter's tongue was beginning its journey across the dark, glistening opening. The sound of the en-suite bathroom door opening made me jump out of my skin. My husband's sense of timing was wretched and the thought of him finding me watching his daughter go down on her friend sent blood rushing to my face. I leapt up and quickly headed back into the bedroom, guilt written all over my expression. "What's wrong?" he asked, towelling his hair. When his eyes flicked over my shoulder towards the balcony, I thought for an awful he was going to check out there and my survival instinct kicked in. I grabbed his arm and pulled him with me to the bed, opening my robe as I fell onto my back. "I need you," I mumbled, opening my legs. "Lick me..." \* Pierre and I had emerged for a late breakfast and were immediately joined—their bikinis covered by kaftans—by his daughter and the black girl, who was introduced to me as Sherrilyn. The young teenager turned out to be a 'close' friend who Françoise had met at their all-girl private College. Pierre had told me that they'd become inseparable lately and I was beginning to understand why. Despite their activities by the pool, neither showed any undue affection for the other and I would have swallowed the friendship story had I not known otherwise. Thank God that Pierre had no idea. Even though he was imbued with the normal French laissez-faire approach to most things, I couldn't even guess at what his reaction might be. Throughout breakfast the two teenage girls bombarded me with questions about my career and wanted to know the ins and outs of the modelling world. Françoise was her normal gushing self while Sherrilyn was more reserved, very much in control of herself and her emotions. When she spoke to me she made a point of looking deep into my eyes as if she was listening to my thoughts as well as my answers. When, eventually, Pierre said he intended to drive into Deauville to visit the local wine dealer, Françoise asked if she could accompany him. She hadn't seen him for ages, she pleadingly said, and it would give Sherrilyn an opportunity to get to know me better. Her teenage friend had just smiled at me, those penetrating black eyes not missing a thing. Before they left, Pierre led Sherrilyn and I to the conservatory and made sure we were settled comfortably. He gave me a soft peck on my lips and then asked Madeleine—the housekeeper—to bring us two glasses and a bottle of expensive red wine from his collection. He promised that they'd return within the hour. "Do you think I could make it as a model?" Sherrilyn asked, once Madeleine had departed and we both had a full glass of burgundy in our hands. I smiled, but felt goosebumps running up my spine at the recollection of her naked body. "Absolutely," I replied. I kept my voice steady. Was it the image in my mind's eye of Françoise going down on her that made me feel nervous? Being so well travelled and used to seeing all sorts of things going on when the other models partied, I normally took things in my stride. She rested her glass on the small table beside her. Smiling at me, she gracefully rose to her feet and stepped out of the black kaftan she wore over her red bikini. Without a hint of embarrassment she sashayed across the room, stopping at the far end to send me a model-like stare before walking directly towards me. One hand in her hair, the other on her hip, she stood not more than a couple of feet away and raised an eyebrow. "Well?" I fought back the tightness forming in my chest. This wasn't an audition; it was some sort of sexual challenge. Pierre and Françoise had been gone for less than ten minutes and the teenager was deliberately displaying her body to me. Why would she do that? She couldn't have seen me watching the two of them, could she? "You have a good figure, Sherrilyn," I non-committaly said, "but there are lots of young women with good figures who want to get into the industry." I kept my voice soft and cold as I delivered the put down. I had no intention of being intimidated by a teenage girl. "Mmm-hmm?" she murmured, cocking her hip to one side. She studied my expression as she picked up her wine glass, as if trying to get inside my mind. After taking a long drink she replaced the glass and, without warning, her hands went to the back of her red bikini top. My eyes widened in surprise she untied the back and pulled it from her body. As she wanted, my gaze was drawn to those well-nigh perfect black breasts as they bounced and settled. "What about my tits?" she asked, as she provocatively cupped them with both hands. Her black eyes didn't move from mine as she rolled them in her palms. "Some women think my ass is my best feature but others love my tits. What about you, Adrianna?" I took a few seconds before answering. The girl knew which spots to hit. "There's a lot of demand for well-endowed models nowadays," I said, trying to keep the conversation within the context of my career. "But it's not just about your breasts. It's the whole package, your body, look and personality. How you look on camera." "You misunderstand me," she dismissively answered. Her hands went to her hips, exposing her full breasts to my gaze again. They bounced before settling and despite myself it was impossible to stop my startled eyes from admiring them. Her chocolate nipples were so hard... "I was interested in your personal preference. You like women, after all." I felt my breath catch. She was deliberately pushing my buttons and there could only be one reason for her comment. I'd been seen. "No I don't," I lied. My eyes dropped to my glass as I swirled the wine around the insides. It was obvious to me where this conversation was heading and I refused to meet her intimidating gaze as I desperately tried to think of a way out. She didn't give me one. "Did you enjoy watched Françoise service me by the pool, Adrianna?" The words startled me. Service her? Those were a word that Marie O'Flanagan used when she was in a mischievous mood. "I saw you watching us from the balcony." I played dumb but the flush of my cheeks betrayed my embarrassment. "The balcony?" My heart was palpitating. "I wasn't watching you, Sherrilyn. I was just taking the air." She simply smiled and we both knew that I had been caught in a lie. "I was watching you all the time you spied on us," she calmly responded. "That's why I told Françoise to go down on me. It was quite a turn on, having her service me while you watched. I could sense how turned on you were." She turned her back on me and swayed back to her chair. My eyes dropped to the way the skimpy red bikini bottoms clung to the firm cheeks of her black buttocks. They were fractionally too big for her body but that only enhanced her appeal. "Did you tell her father?" she asked, swinging around and flopping down into the chair. The question took me by surprise. "Of course not." "Good. He wouldn't approve." I felt a prickle of annoyance. How would she know what Pierre would approve? So what if his daughter was gay or bisexual. Most young women were into experimentation nowadays. She read my mind. "At college, my friends and I have are members of a club we call Black Sorority. We each have a little white girl we let go down on us. Françoise is mine, although we do share them around from time to time." Shock was written all over my face as I struggled to comprehend her words. They were clear enough, but difficult to believe. She'd been playing with me until now and that disclosure was almost a knockout punch. "So you see, Françoise's father wouldn't approve, would he?" I shuffled in my seat. The girl was only eighteen and she had me speechless. "Did it excite you, Adrianna?" she asked, increasing the pressure. "Watching us?" My mouth was suddenly parched and I took a sip of wine to ease the dryness as well as give me time to think. She took advantage, sliding her fingers inside her bikini bottoms. "Do you want to watch me now?" "Sherrilyn, stop this, we both know it's completely inappropriate. Whatever you and Françoise get up to is between yourselves. Don't—" I paused as she slouched lower on her seat and I found my gaze drawn between her thighs. I could see the curl of her fingers under the thin red material, the way her arm was flexing. Her breasts swayed slightly with each movement. I should have instantly told her to stop but the words wouldn't come out. She took advantage of my confusion. "Most young white girls can't get enough black pussy. What about you?" I felt my cheeks burn. She was sitting there, only a short distance between us, masturbating while she talked dirty to me. Thoughts of my time with Marie O'Flanagan flooded my mind. The way she used to make me go down on her with just a few well chosen words. I could see her sex in my mind's eye as I sank to my knees to worship her. Only this time it wasn't her. It was a black pussy. I could feel was a fire burning deep inside my loins. Sherrilyn must have felt it too. "It's in the eyes," she said, pulling her hand away from her lap. Was that disappointment I felt? She slowly rose from her seat, her black breasts swinging as she sauntered across the short divide between us. As she drew level she touched her fingertip to my mouth. I reflexively drew away from her but not before I had unwittingly licked at my lips. It was a taste I hadn't experienced for a long time. "We both know what you want, Adrianna," she murmured, implanting the suggestion deep in my mind. "The eyes always give it away." Her teenage hips swung from side to side as she headed out of the room. She was so confident that my gaze was fixed on her ass that she didn't even look back to check. As soon as she was out of sight, I licked my lips a second time. \* I watched spellbound through the conservatory windows as Sherrilyn emerged outside by the pool. She casually pulled loose the ties on her red bikini bottoms and then, naked, dived fluidly into the pool. Madeleine appeared at the door from nowhere, asking if she could help me in any way. It struck me that her full figured body was a deeper shade of black than Sherrilyn's and I shook away the thought before telling her I intended to take a nap. Once in my room, I doused my face in water and filtered everything that had happened through my fevered brain. Why had I allowed her to control the conversation like that? Was it guilt at having been caught watching her and Françoise? Or was it some inner need that had lain dormant ever since Marie O'Flanagan had returned to Ireland? I could still taste her on my lips and as my tongue eagerly flicked across them again, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Guilt was written all over my face, but so was arousal. This was wrong, wicked, but I had no choice. I slowly and deliberately eased my hand under the hem of my dress and down inside my panties. The immediate sexual charge was almost overwhelming. I desperately tried to conjure an image of Pierre, of Marie O'Flanagan even, but all I could see was Sherrilyn, that voluptuous black body, and the way she'd so openly masturbated in front of me. What had she said? "Most young white girls can't get enough black pussy. What about you?" It was impossible to contain the growl that emerged from my throat. I widened my legs and planted my feet firmly on the ground, giving myself leverage as I lifted onto my tiptoes. My clit responded as images of a naked Sherrilyn filled my mind as she settled her sex over my face. A finger slid inside my wetness like a knife through butter and my orgasm begin to swirl. A second finger and it was there. My eyes closed as the spasms wracked my body and I could hear Sherrilyn's voice again. "We both know what you want..." Chapter 2 I twisted around on the large bed, frustrated by the events of the last twenty four hours. I'd watched Françoise go down on her friend by the pool, an insane act considering they were out in the open. Sherrilyn's influence must have been absolute for her to agree to such a thing when her father could have interrupted them at any moment. Yet not only had she agreed, she'd performed eagerly, as if she was being granted a favour. As for me, I should have been appalled and yet I'd watched the two of them from (what I'd thought) was the safety of the balcony. Worse still, I'd touched myself under my thin robe while savouring every lewd moment of their overtly sexual activity. Little had I known that Sherrilyn, beneath her large sunglasses, had observed my voyeuristic interest and made Françoise put on a show for my benefit. I wondered whether she'd confided in Pierre's daughter that I'd been there, observing them? I needed to know and while I couldn't openly ask Françoise, I could look for signs. Her demeanour would give it away, surely? Then there'd been my conversation with Sherrilyn. She com

bined the body of a voluptuous teenager with the mind of a Lolita-like character. I was still unsure about the Black Sorority, as she'd called them. Could that be true? It had crossed my mind to mention it to Pierre, but he'd be furious with Françoise, and she in turn would probably never speak to me again. Besides, my voyeurism would then raise its ugly head. I was in a no-win situation, which was probably why Sherrilyn felt so confident in telling me. I felt little pinpricks of nervous energy cover my body. There was only one reason for her to confide in me and that was to attempt to draw me into her web. As a result, I'd resolved to stay as far away from the two teenagers as I could during their visit this weekend. Until the phone call Pierre had received from the French government. His sudden need to be in Geneva overnight had complicated matters further. He'd been extremely apologetic, but had rushed away late afternoon with a promise he'd return in time for dinner this evening. I hadn't slept much during the night as without him my body was aching for release. Sherrilyn had lit the fuse and the growing heat between my legs was becoming harder to ignore. With a frustrated groan, I settled back into the piled pillows and reached again for my trusty vibrator. How many times had I used my 'special friend' during the night? I was so wet that once I'd switched it on, it took very little effort to slip the long shaft deep inside my needy sex. I let out a second groan, this time longer. But just as I tilted it slightly to vibrate against my clitoris, the telephone rang. Talk about bad timing... I hurriedly switched it off but left the shaft inside, unable to resist the wonderful fullness as I grabbed for the phone, "Did you sleep well without me?" the sexy French voice purred. That surprised me. Hearing from Pierre when he was engaged in any sort of diplomatic mission was a rarity. "I spent half the night awake," I complained. "When you return I'll show you exactly how much I missed you." His laugh was a warm Gallic sound. "I don't have long, darling, there's a storm brewing here. The British don't want to give an inch and neither do the Germans. But I just wanted to check on how you are." "I'm fine, Pierre," I lied. "And the girls? They're more than old enough to entertain one another, I know, but I hope they weren't too much trouble?" They were more than old enough to entertain one another? A vision of their 'entertainment' entered my mind. My breath caught in my throat as I raised my hips from the bed and thrust the phallus deeper. I'd stayed out of their way early evening, explaining to Madeleine that I had a few phone calls to make from my room. By the time I reluctantly emerged, I found to my surprise that Françoise and Sherrilyn had decided to visit a local casino and nightclub. They'd still been there when I'd retired to my bed. I was unsure whether I'd felt relief or disappointment. "No trouble," I began to explain. "They went to a club together—" But he was no longer listening. "Sorry darling," he interrupted, his voice suddenly distracted. "They're waving me back into the meeting. I'll be home tonight without fail. Au revoir." His voice was replaced by the dialling tone before I could reply and for a few moments I held the telephone in one hand before dropping it back onto its base. "Sorry darling," he interrupted, his voice suddenly distracted. "They're waving me back into the meeting. I'll be home tonight without fail. Au revoir." His voice was replaced by the dialling tone before I could reply and for a few moments I held the telephone in one hand before dropping it back onto its base. My thoughts returned to Françoise and Sherrilyn and before I realised what I was doing, I felt the vibrator buzzing deep inside and I was slowly pushing it in and out. Lulled by the delicious friction, I slid a little deeper into the pillows and started to raise my hips to meet the movements of my hand. I tried to think of making love to Pierre but the problem was that as I grew more excited it was not his image that came to mind but that of the two teenagers. I tried to dismiss it but my efforts were only half-hearted and each time I surrendered to the illicit thoughts I felt myself getting ever nearer to a climax. One hand rose to my breast, my fingers caressing my sensitive nipples as I began to piston the vibrator in and out. What had started as a slow tease had quickly changed to an uncontrolled frenzy and I squeezed my breasts in time with my thrusts as I thought of 'black pussy'. My body gleamed with perspiration and I tried to stay quiet, but what started as a stifled groan grew louder with each passing second. When the tide finally broke inside my overheated body, I almost cried with the intensity of the orgasm. Lying back, heart palpitating, I let myself surrender to the repeated orgasmic waves as they beat against the shore. When, eventually, they receded, I convinced myself to get ready and head downstairs. I couldn't stay out of the way forever... \* I'd showered, applied a liberal amount of perfume and changed into my skimpy black bikini. It was the most revealing of all my swimsuits but the need to display my own body was as overwhelming as it was confusing. Was I trying to impress Sherrilyn? It took only a few short steps to the balcony to confirm that the two teenage girls occupied two of the loungers by the pool. Françoise's body looked hot in her striped bikini but it was Sherrilyn who drew my immediate attention. Her white bikini presented a breathtaking contrast to her black skin and heat formed between my thighs at the thought of joining them. Hurrying back to the bedroom, I checked myself in the mirror again. The skimpy top barely held my cleavage in check and my nipples were already pushing through the thin material. Turning sideways, the small triangular strip of black material contained very little of my firm buttocks. I nodded in approval and gathered up a towel, shades, my IPOD, and some sun tan lotion. Madeleine stopped me on my way outside, wanting to know my preference for dinner that evening. She kept me talking longer than necessary, her eyes continually flicking across my body as we conversed. I felt my nipples rise further under her gaze. Was it the fact that she was black that brought goosebumps to my skin, or because she was admiring my body so openly? She hadn't been so brazen during our previous meetings, but then I hadn't appeared semi-naked in front of her before. Whatever, her admiring gaze confirmed what I needed to know. I looked hot. Sherrilyn was alone when I headed outside and casually sauntered across to the pool. I glanced around in a vain attempt to find Françoise but couldn't see her. "She's getting us a drink." Sherrilyn raised her sunglasses onto her forehead as she spoke, shooting me that now familiar smirk. It wasn't the first time she'd read my mind. I deliberately turned away and deposited the belongings I was carrying beside the spare lounger. She spoke again. "That just has to be the best white ass I've ever seen in my life." The words sent pinpricks of heat through me but I wasn't going to be intimidated. "Thank you," I nonchalantly said, turning slowly and raising my hands to pin my long brown hair behind my head. She dropped her large shades back down, settling them onto the edge of her nose as she allowed her calculating eyes to lazily wander across my body. "And tits, too. White girls with bodies like yours are in demand in the Black Sorority. My friends are going to love you." She half-raised herself from the lounger as she spoke, her heavy breasts threatening to spill from the barely adequate white bikini top. She stayed that way for a few moments, deliberately displaying herself and defying me not to stare. When my eyes betrayed me, flicking to those full breasts before rising to meet her gaze again, she gave a knowing smile. "You'd like that? Meeting my friends? Can you imagine it, Adrianna?" There she went again, planting suggestions again into my ridiculously susceptible mind. I swallowed hard, telling myself I wasn't going to play her games. "Don't be silly, Sherrilyn," I snapped. "You've had your girlish fun and I suggest it's time to put an end to it. Françoise's father would be distinctly unimpressed by this talk and you don't want him complaining to your college, do you?" She casually swung around on the lounger, resting back on her elbows. With her legs splayed wide, her voluptuous body was fully exposed to my view. "You won't tell Pierre." She spoke with a calm confidence and I felt frustration rise inside me at her open defiance. I didn't immediately respond, sitting down on my sun bed before speaking again. It was important to show I wasn't rattled. "I wouldn't be too sure of that, my girl." She seemed to ponder my words and I thought I'd hit home. But then her face broke into a smile. My frustration turned to anger but she was speaking again before I could repeat my threat. "I'd say Françoise's sexuality is her business, wouldn't you? She loves being controlled and adores the times I loan her to my friends. She once went down on four of us in succession. Think of that, Adrianna. All that black pussy. Lots of white women crave it and she's one of the favoured few. Is that so bad?" Her face remained impassive and she spoke so confidently, so rationally, that I couldn't immediately find a response. "You're excited by the thought, aren't you?" she murmured, taking advantage of my hesitation. "It's okay, Adrianna, you can admit it." My heart began to pound and for a few moments the lightness in my head made me feel dizzy. Yet again, the teenage temptress had hit the nail on the head. The images that were forming in my mind were proving difficult to shake away. "Of course I'm not excited," I snapped, the protest tumbling out of my gaping mouth too quickly. "And you don't really expect me to believe all this nonsense, do you? I'll talk to Françoise and—" "Talk to her all you like," the grinning girl interrupted. "But I have a better idea. Françoise, come here..." I turned my head to see Pierre's daughter walking across towards us. She carried a silver tray holding a jug of orange juice and some fresh tumblers. "Put the tray down and come sit here," Sherrilyn instructed, tapping the end of her lounger with the tip of her toes. I shuffled nervously on my sun bed as I watched Françoise carefully place the tray on the ground between us. Somewhere in the far reaches of my mind, I think I realised Sherrilyn's intentions. But no, that would be unbelievable... "I need some attention." The teenager said the words to Pierre's daughter but her eyes stayed on mine. With a twist of her hips she untied both sides of her bikini bottoms and dragged them away from her body. She lewdly opened her legs to display her tight glistening lips. "Black pussy," she huskily murmured, smiling at me. "What did I tell you? Look how much she wants it." I glanced at Françoise, my heart in my mouth. She was licking her lips as she stared hypnotically between the ebony coloured thighs. "That's it, baby," Sherrilyn continued as my stepdaughter slid to her knees. "Why don't you show Adrianna just how good you can be..." Françoise didn't hesitate, not even for a second. It was as if I was even there. Her hands settled on Sherrilyn's thighs as she dipped her head forward. I watched, transfixed, as her tongue slid out and traced its way across that delectable black mound. "Yes... lick it... like that..." Sherrilyn's hands found her short blonde hair, curling a few strands around her fingers. But her eyes were on mine. A smirk covered her face as she held my gaze as she lifted her hips to meet the worshipping tongue. "Such an obedient little thing," she murmured to me. Her smile widened as she watched my eyes narrow. "I've trained her well, don't you think?" My pussy was flooding with arousal and I could hardly breathe, let alone reply. I was mesmerised by the sight and it was all I could do not to touch myself. Satisfied that they had my full attention, she wrapped her fingers around the top of the lounger behind her and stretched her body to the full. With a soft sigh, she pushed her hips up from the sun bed and began to gyrate on Françoise's face. I almost creamed there and then. Marie O'Flanagan used to rub her sex on my face like that... Suddenly it was all too much. My hand slithered down my body, inside my bikini bottoms, and I began to rub my fingers across my clit. I licked my lips, recalling the taste as Sherrilyn had fed her juices yesterday. All of a sudden I had a finger inside my wetness and, astonishingly, I was already close to an orgasm. When I turned my head back to the two young women I found Sherrilyn grinning at me. She had one hand on the back of my Françoise's head, holding her in position as she lazily rotated her sex on my stepdaughter's perspiring face. "Black pussy," she sexily mouthed to me across the divide, her full lips curling around each word. Her black eyes were clouded with arousal and she raised her voice. "Want to come and get yourself some?" The invitation hit me like a sledgehammer. It was like watching a porno movie and yet it was pure beauty, like seeing the true face of eroticism for the first time. My sex began to pulsate at the thought of crawling between Sherrilyn's thighs and I swear I was about to give in to the need when a sudden movement caught the corner of my eye and jerked me back to reality. Someone was watching from the kitchen window! Madeleine? I panicked, but even so it took every ounce of self control to drag my hand from between my thighs and raise myself from the lounger. What had I been thinking? I couldn't be discovered like this! What if Madeleine told Pierre? I turned away, needing to find refuge as quickly as I could. Racing across the patio, I hurried into the house and rushed up the curved stairs to the sanctity of my and Pierre's room. Once inside, I threw myself down on the bed. My hand worked with a frenetic urgency as I spread my legs. Gasping for air, I twisted my body on the bed and gave in to the wonderfully lewd images flittering across my fevered mind. In less than a minute, I was spending uncontrollably over my pumping fingers. Chapter 3 Pierre had returned from Geneva later than he'd anticipated. The delicate and intense discussions had dragged on and on and even after they'd been successfully negotiated, his homeward journey had been fraught with difficulties. I'd been apprehensive when Madeleine had prepared some supper and then brought him up-to-date with a few housekeeping matters, but to my relief she'd made no mention of my encounter with Françoise and Sherrilyn. Nor had her demeanour been any different on the occasions when she and I had spoken at various times throughout the day. I'd begun to think I was mistaken in thinking our lewd behaviour had been overlooked. I'd practically attacked Pierre's body as soon as I had him in bed and had driven myself to three much needed orgasms before I'd allowed him to rest. Once he'd fallen asleep I'd known he was out for the count. Particularly stressful days always had that effect. For my part, sleep hadn't come easily. As the fears I'd nurtured all day about being exposed had receded, the vividness of my encounter with Françoise and Sherrilyn by the pool had increased. I'd seen a number of sexual situations during my modelling career, but nothing like that. Even when I had dozed off, I'd woken from my sleepy state with my hand between my legs and two fingers deep inside myself. I soon worked myself to another climax while I'd allowed my fantasies to wander where they shouldn't go. I drifted on and off in my sex-fuelled dreamlike condition and remained in a state of high arousal when I eventual awoke. I could hear Pierre in the shower and when my thoughts had inevitably turned to the two teenagers again, I realised I had involuntarily begun to finger myself once more. With a cry of frustration I dragged my fingers away. I had to find to put these unwanted thoughts out of my mind. The solution hit me instantly. I'd spent the night making love to Pierre and with my husband beside me, I felt secure. It was men that interested me, not women—whatever their colour—and the only man I wanted in my life was naked, in the shower. I practically rushed out of bed and slipped quietly through the en-suite door. Pierre's eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw me and I slipped a finger between my lips and gave him my most mischievous smile. "Want some company, darling?" I stepped into the shower with him and took the gel from his hands, tipping the bottle so that the liquid covered my palms. I worked them into the creamy lather I needed to cleanse my mind as well as his body. "You're insatiable," he told me, in that sexy French accent of his. I giggled and started by sweeping my hands over the smooth skin of his chest. His hands found my breasts as I soaped him and I emitted a throaty growl. I momentarily wondered if Sherrilyn's nipples were as sensitive as mine and violently shook my head to free my mind of the resultant images. "What's wrong?" he asked, frowning. I didn't answer but dropped my hand to his cock. This was what I needed. He moaned as I began to stroke his shaft and it grew impressively with each jerk of my curled fingers. When I brought my other hand to his balls, his body twitched. "Nice and clean," I teased, pulling both hands away. I leaned closer, reaching around him with both arms and trapping his semi erect cock against my stomach as I caressed the liquid into his back. Our eyes met as I flirted with the top of his ass and we smiled at one another. I slid my hands down and onto his hard buttocks and worked the gel into the crevice of his asscheeks. He moaned again and I leaned forward to run my tongue around first his right nipple and then his left. Closing my eyes, I indulged myself for a few moments until my imagination took over and they were chocolate coloured nipples I was pleasuring. I slithered downwards in attempt to rid my mind of the image and the water cascaded over me like a waterfall as I dropped to my knees. It dripped off my wet hair, dropping onto my face as I licked along the length of his hard cock. Sherrilyn didn't have one of those... I took my time, staring upwards into his eyes as I licked from root to tip. This blow job would be my best ever work, defining me as a person and emphasising my sexual preferences. It would cleanse my mind of all other illicit thoughts. I took the head into my mouth and curled my tongue around his crown. That always excited him. He widened his stance as I gently sucked and then he grunted when I took his hard balls in my hand. The water bouncing off our bodies heightened the moment and I coated him with my saliva, letting it drool down his length before working it into his stiffness with both hands. "Good, darling?" I asked, slurping off his cock. For some reason I need his confirmation, his approval. Pierre glanced down at me as I sucked around the head again. I loved that dreamy look in his eyes. It confirmed everything I needed to know. I playfully ran my tongue around my lips and then lifted his cock upwards, holding it there for a few tantalising seconds before licking along the underside of his shaft. He groaned out loud and cursed in French. "Do you enjoy watching your wife do this?" There I was again, seeking approval. When his grip on my hair tightened, I slid my lips down to his balls. One by one, I sucked them into my mouth. The way his cock jerked told me he wasn't going to last much longer. "Cum for me, Pierre," I slurped. But that wasn't enough. I wanted to be humiliated. "On my face and in my mouth..." I frantically swallowed down on his entire length again. This time the need to tease had gone. His grip tightened in my hair and saliva dripped from my mouth as I frantically worked on him. I gripped his balls more tightly and took the thick base of his crown between my teeth, growling like a dog with a bone. He sent a volley of curses into the air and tried to drag my head away. But I wasn't going to be denied my prize. I momentarily held him there, trapped between my lips, while my eyes flicked upwards into his. We both knew the moment had come. When I plunged my mouth downwards again, he planted the soles of his feet on the floor of the tub and roared out his first release. The sensation was almost overwhelming. I swallowed hard then jerked my head away, taking the second blast across my right eyelid. The next hit me across the base of my nose and I reached up with my tongue to lick it between my lips. Still, he wasn't finished. Neither was I. With a snarl, I took him between my lips again, urging out the final blast. I almost creamed between my legs as it coated the insides of my mouth. Sitting back on my haunches, I panted hard as I stared upwards into his creased face. My mind was consumed with an overwhelming sense of relief. I loved cock, not pussy. Françoise and Sherrilyn were returning to college tomorrow. No more temptation. \* Getting through the day had been easier than I'd anticipated. Maybe it was the blow job, but more so because the teenagers had been on their best behaviour throughout. I knew I should have taken Françoise to one side and had a woman to woman chat, but it was as if yesterday hadn't existed. She seemed so natural around me that I didn't have the heart to raise the subject. Besides, her sexuality was her own business. That's what Sherrilyn had said. I weakly ignored the fact that going down on another woman in public wasn't exactly the best way to express that sexuality, nor was servicing four black women, one after the other, as part of this thing called the Black Sorority. Why did that thought make my body temperature soar? But ignoring those extreme acts was a convenient way out of my predicament. Why create a problem by raising the subject when she'd soon be back at college? Sherrilyn's attitude had been different, too. She'd reined in her blatant sexuality and I was shocked to realise that part of me had been disappointed. I'd found myself watching her, craving another helping of the sexual interplay, trying to find a way to manoeuvre some time alone with her. If it had been her intention to turn the tables, she'd played her part to perfection. Alcohol was partly responsible for my state, of course. Too much drink induced an intense feeling of horniness whereas it invariably sent Pierre into a deep sleep. Because of his visit to Geneva, he had promised Françoise and I that we'd have his full attention today. Apart from a couple of morning telephone calls, he'd been as good as his word. The four of us had enjoyed an unhurried lunch at a local tavern and that's where the drinking had started. By the time we headed back to his mansion, we'd consumed several bottles of expensive wine. More drink had followed throughout the rest of the day while we'd discussed Françoise's future, some of my more glamorous modelling shoots and a number of Pierre's more extravagant adventures. By the time we needed to change for dinner, the four of us were in various states of intoxication. I'd had Madeleine bring us some black coffee when we'd retired to our room. I didn't want Pierre falling asleep during dinner. I'd drunk some, too, in an attempt to calm myself. I'd have fucked him again but it wouldn't have removed the itch that had crept back into my system. Get through the evening, I told mys

elf. That's all I had to do. \* "Dad's always funny in this state," Françoise suddenly announced. We'd met again on the patio for pre-dinner drinks half an hour ago. Despite our intentions to slow down, we'd all enjoyed a couple more glasses of red. "People think he's stuffy, having such an important job," she slurred to Sherrilyn and I. "But he knows some great jokes." Naturally enough in the circumstances, Pierre responded by telling a couple of humorous stories, but then egged on by his tipsy daughter he began to go through his entire repertoire. It was so awful and yet so funny that the four of us were soon in stitches even at the weakest of his jokes. That was when Sherrilyn made her move. It caught me by surprise. Françoise and her father were in animated conversation while they helped themselves to more red wine and the young black woman took my arm and pulled me to one side. "What d'you think?" she asked, holding out her hands. With anyone else it could have been an innocent gesture. But not with her. The invitation was to admire her body, not the short yellow sundress. "You look good," I simply said. It was the truth. Her gleaming breasts thrust proudly against the material and the two buttons she'd left undone allowed her heavy cleavage to spill over the top. "Thank you, Adrianna. Did you confess to your husband?" I played dumb. "Confess?" Sherrilyn smiled. "About his stunning wife masturbating by the pool while watching his daughter go down on me. That was even worse than spying on us from the balcony, don't you think?" I pulled myself to my full height and ignored the pitter-pattering beat of my heart. "I'm not having this conversation, Sherrilyn." "Did you finish yourself off when you reached your room?" I bit down on my lower lip. If only she knew. "I told you I'm not having this conversation..." "Tell me this. What made you run away so suddenly? I was only offering what you wanted. I told you, it's the eyes that are the give-away. It's there now, that look. You're craving for it all right, aren't you, Adrianna?" "Craving for what?" I defiantly asked. Did I actually want to hear the teenager say the words again? "What lots of white women crave. Black pussy." The words evaporated every piece of good intention in my body. How could she make me feel like this? So quickly? "My husband's listening," I lamely replied, feeling weak at the knees. "He's talking to his daughter," she said, stepping closer. "She's so cute she can wrap him around her little finger. Look at them." I glanced in their direction. Françoise was sitting on her father's lap now, arms wrapped around his neck, and the two of them were laughing uproariously. The hem of her white dress had risen up her leg to expose most of her tanned thigh and any casual observer could have mistaken them for lovers. "Besides," Sherrilyn continued. "He's far too drunk to know what's going on between us." I stared at her. She looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and yet the sexual vibes she was transmitting were hitting their mark. "Nothing's going on between us," I blurted. "There's not?" She ran a finger across my cheek and along my lips, smiling into my eyes as I partly opened my mouth to her touch. "Remember my taste?" she asked. She took my hand as, facing me, she moved directly between Pierre and I. Not that it mattered. He was too busy with his daughter to take any notice. Holding my wrist, she slowly pulled my hand under the hem of her dress. "No, Sherrilyn," I gasped. My objection made no difference. I could have resisted, tried to pull away, but I did nothing. She placed my hand onto the cool skin of her lower stomach. "No panties," she whispered, retaining my gaze. Her grip guided my hand downwards. The feeling of her smooth, soft flesh was intoxicating and everything began to close in at once. "Feel me," she instructed. My gaze flickered to Pierre and Françoise over her right shoulder but my hand couldn't resist the invitation. My chest tightened and I breathed through my mouth. When I cupped her naked mons venus, I felt dizzy with adrenalin. "Do it," she told me, her breath hot against my cheek. "Finger me..." I should have resisted, but she had me. My whole body was on fire. I pressed my fingers into the soft, yielding flesh and when she pushed her hips forward, I slid a single finger inside her sweet wetness. The groan she rewarded me with found its way between my moist thighs. "Black pussy," she teased. "Those beautiful eyes tell me everything." She slowly pulled my hand away and held it up between us, directing it towards my mouth. I knew what she wanted. I wanted that, too. Staring into those deep black eyes, I began to suck on my finger as if it was a penis. She nodded in silent encouragement and I sucked harder, savouring the taste of her teenage juices as I drew them into my mouth. "Tastes good, huh?" she tantalisingly whispered, pulling the hem of her yellow sundress dress back into place again. "Just wait until you drink from the well." \* I'd been like a zombie throughout dinner. My emotions were being pulled apart. I wanted to avoid the voluptuous black girl until she'd left our house and yet I wanted to experience everything she had to offer. Fortunately, Pierre had been far too inebriated to realise that anything was wrong and both Françoise and Sherrilyn had kept him entertained with stories of their friends and some of the things they got up to at college. Everything sounded tame, of course. But I knew the true story. I'd refused any further alcohol, though it was far too late for that to have any effect. Pierre, on the other hand, continued to imbibe all evening long. It was as if Madeleine had been given specific instructions to keep his glass filled. Sherrilyn had constantly included me in the conversation, but she had an ulterior motive. Each reference brought with it a soft touch of my skin by her hand, fingertips, or a surreptitious brush of her leg under the table. If her intention was to ramp up the sexual frisson floating around my body, she was successful. My mind had eventually wandered off into a world of its own when I felt a soft tap on my arm. It was Françoise, standing beside me. "Doesn't dad look sweet?" she giggled. I turned my eyes towards him. He was slumped back on his chair, eyes closed, gently snoring. Goodness knows how long he'd been that way. "I've just told Madeleine," she explained. "She'll make sure he gets to bed." "Good." Sherrilyn smiled at me as she brushed her fingers through her black curls and pushed back in her chair. "Time for some real fun..." Chapter 4 I stood on wobbling feet, asking myself what I was doing in Sherrilyn's bedroom, even though the answer was etched all over my sex-fuelled mind. The combination of alcohol and anticipation making me feel disorientated and I rested a hand on the table beside me to steady myself. Sherrilyn sat on the bed, sexily swinging her long legs from side to side as she watched me. The coy smile on her face left no room for misinterpretation. "Feeling it, Adrianna?" She flicked open a third button on her yellow sundress as she spoke. More of her ebony coloured cleavage tumbled free and my heart began to palpitate. I swung around as I heard the sound of the key being turned in the lock behind me. Naïvely, it hadn't occurred to me that Françoise was still in the room. She leant back into the door, as if confirming I was trapped between the two. "Don't worry, Adrianna." It was Sherrilyn's soothing voice. She could see the uncomfortable look on my face at the sight of my stepdaughter and I thought she was reassuring me. But as usual her words were designed to increase the sexual heat. "She's got off a couple of times on the thought of her new stepmother eating black pussy, haven't you baby?" My body almost melted. I opened my mouth to speak but no words would come out. Then Françoise was suddenly behind me, her hands on my bare shoulders. Before I knew it she had slipped her fingers around to unfasten the buttons on the front of my dress. She allowed it to fall to the floor and then slid her hands to my back. My nipples hardened as she released the clips of my bra. I turned my gaze back to the bed and found that Sherrilyn had removed her dress. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her magnificent naked body. She crooked a finger at Françoise. "Come here, baby." When Pierre's daughter obediently moved towards her, she cupped her black breast and offered it to my stepdaughter. Françoise eagerly fell forward and sucked one of those chocolate coloured nipples between her lips. "See how much she loves my tits?" Sherrilyn's voice was throaty as she asked me the rhetorical question. She raised one foot onto the bed, opening herself to my gaze, and stroked her sex expectantly. "You're going to love this, too, Adrianna. Come here, baby." I tried to remain where I was but the instruction was undeniable and the sight before me was intoxicating. I felt my legs move forward of their own volition. "On your knees..." I sank downwards as ordered. The control she exerted was as much a part of the moment as the black skin that so excited me. Up close, her sex was even more enthralling than it had looked by the pool. "Come and get it..." she cooed, crooking a hand behind my head. I gasped for breath as she drew me forward and my tongue licked across my lips in anticipation. The first hesitant touch of my tongue on her glistening black flesh unbelievably sent an orgasm flashed through my own body. I was actually cumming just from the feel and taste of her sex! Sherrilyn stroked my long brown hair as if she understood, allowing the tremors to work their way through my body before pulling my face back to her body. "Black pussy makes you that hot, Adrianna? Show me what you can do..." I instantly responded, unable to resist the glistening folds in front of my face. My fantasies had now reality and I lapped along the length of her labial lips, savouring a taste that was better than any fine wine of Pierre's. I worked slowly to begin with but after a short while my arousal took over and I began to lick frantically, like a thirsty cat being offered its cream. "Take your time," Sherrilyn corrected me, tugging my hair. "There's no hurry." I had to force myself to hold back, such was my intense need. I slowed my pace, licking along the whole length of her sex, delighting in the way she stroked my hair in encouragement. My eyes rose upwards to find her smiling down at me. Her other hand was cupped around Françoise's head as she suckled on one nipple and then the other. I wanted those black breasts in my mouth too. "Wait a moment," she suddenly said. I paused at the instruction, inches away from her most intimate of places and obediently waited for permission to continue. She whispered in Françoise's ear and my stepdaughter reluctantly moved away, out of my sight. Turning back to look at me, she stroked my cheek. "Keep looking at me with those eyes..." she murmured. She pushed her body back on the bed, crossing her arms under her head as she lay back and made herself comfortable. When she stroked her fingers across her sex, I understood the instruction instantly. Crawling up and onto the bed beside her, I settled myself between her thighs. Dipped my head back to her waiting sex, I flattened of my tongue and traced the contours of her prominent mound. With a lustful growl, I covered every inch of flesh available to me, unaware of what she had planned. "Smile for the camera..." It took a moment for the words to resonate. When they did, a cold chill ran through my body and I jerked my head to the left as I heard a click Then another. Her whispered instruction to Françoise was suddenly clear. My stepdaughter stood beside us, camera in her hand, capturing every expression on my face. She clicked again as Sherrilyn raised her sex to my lips, and continued to fire off one shot after another as the teenager dragged my head back in place. Both hands around the back of my head, she held me there. "Don't stop... this black pussy needs you, baby." I heard another click but it was too to object. Besides, the thought of being photographed in such a compromising position was as exciting as it was shocking. What was wrong with me? I ran the tip of my tongue across her wet folds again, bringing a soft whimper. Her seductive taste was captivating and I sucked in her oily juices with each lap of my tongue, rolling them around the inside of my mouth and then swallowing. The tightness of her sex reminded me of Marie O'Flanagan and when I worked my tongue inside it was clear I was starting to get to her. Her grip on my hair tightened and, as she looked down at me through the valley of her breasts, she began to gyrate on my face. "That's it, baby... just like that... faster... harder..." A strand of my long brown hair fell across my face and she gently swept it aside. She wanted to watch my eyes. I stared upwards into hers and as her undulations became more, I twisted my head so that my mouth found her clit. "Oh, yes baby, you've done this before..." She pulled my head away so that she could stare deep into my eyes. "How 'bout that, Adrianna... does your husband know?" She laughed at my expression and then pulled my head back to her sex, holding herself a fraction away and making me work for what I wanted. I stretched my neck muscles and reached out with my tongue. "That's it, Adrianna," she moaned in satisfaction. "Come and get it..." I couldn't hold back. Grabbing one of her legs, I dragged it over my shoulder and licked faster, upping the pace. The contrast between my white flesh and her black skin had my body on fire. Remembering what turned Marie O'Flanagan on the most, I worked my tongue from her wet opening all the way to the little rosebud between her tight round buttocks and then back again. Sherrilyn jerked as if she was being given an electric shock. Then she squirted... It was the last thing I'd expected and I almost orgasmed with her. I could occasionally make Marie squirt but not often. Having the black teenager gush all over my face was the most intense sexual moment I'd ever experienced. When a second and then third burst of her wonderfully tangy juices assaulted my face, I opened my mouth and eagerly swallowed as much I could. It took her a while to recover and I lapped at her wetness, using my lips and mouth to entice every last jolt of pleasure from her. Eventually, she eased my head a fraction away and held it there while she rubbed what remained of her glistening juices over my nose and mouth. She was marking out a territory she now knew to be hers. \* I was drunk. On alcohol. On sex. And I was intoxicated by the control that an eighteen year-old black girl was exerting over me. Other than with Marie O'Flanagan, I'd never thought of myself as a submissive person. Was I only that way with other women? I stared up at the naked teenager as she fastened my right hand to the corner bedpost. She hadn't asked. She'd held up the two ties and told me to lie back on the bed. I'd obeyed instantly, desperate to experience what she had in mind. Her movements were lazy, unhurried, and her Playboy breasts swayed as she worked. I couldn't draw my eyes away. She saw me looking and smiled at the effect she was having on me. That self possession of hers was beyond her years and made me feel like the teenager. I tried to still the rapid beating in my heart. "Who would have thought you'd be that good..." she mused while she worked, making me blush again. "Making me squirt, all over that pretty white face. Loved it, didn't you?" I opened my mouth as if to speak but couldn't find any words. Not that it mattered. She knew full well and didn't need an answer. She dangled her breasts in front of my face, teasingly keeping them just out of reach as she tested out both of the ties around my hands and then nodded her head in satisfaction. "All that lesbian tension simmering beneath the surface, Adrianna... all that wanting deep inside..." She knew exactly what she was doing with her word games and I found I was breathing quickly. Every word was hitting its mark. "You'll get copies of the photographs we took, by the way. Make sure you keep them safe. We wouldn't want them appearing anywhere by accident, would we?" Her meaning was clear and I felt a shiver cover my body. I'd put everything on the line as a result of my infatuation for this young woman. "And whoever delivers them will need a reward. Do you understand?" I nodded. Did I have a choice? "And you'll soon be visiting our Black Sorority, Adrianna. My friends are going to love you..." As if to emphasise the point, her assured fingers roamed onto my sex. I gasped under my breath as she used a single fingertip to stroke my labia. The delicious frisson made my body tremble. She moved her mouth close to my ear and whispered seductively. "I see the thought of servicing more black pussy excites you, baby..." Her fingertip moved a little faster as she spoke and her breath was warm against my neck. She placed a single delicate kiss on my cheek as she slid her finger inside me with teasing slowness. Using the pad of her finger, she massaged a spot just behind my clitoris. I found myself lifting my hips as my orgasm began to approach, but she realised the moment too and withdraw her hand. "All in good time," she said, making me whimper in disappointment as she drew her finger away. She touched her fingertip to my mouth and I obediently sucked it inside, tasting my own juices. She rewarded me with another smile and ran the back of her hand across my cheek. "Everything we do tonight, you'll be doing to my friends..." She picked up a pillow and eased it under my head. Her black eyes shone into mine as she gracefully knelt across my body, her full breasts swaying proactively as she bent at the knees and pinned my shoulders with her knees. "And believe me, Adrianna; I'm going to need a lot of satisfying..." She paused as she lowered herself further until her sex was inches from my face, allowing me to gaze upwards at her moist folds. "See anything you like?" She smiled down at me with a look of triumphant satisfaction and then sank her glistening labial lips down onto my willing mouth. Epilogue Life was returning to normal. It had been a week since Sherrilyn and Françoise had departed and I hadn't heard from either of them. It was almost as if the whole experience had been a dream. Almost, but not quite. Memories of my long night with Sherrilyn still burned brightly in my mind and I found myself masturbating to each recollection. The fire she'd lit remained inside my body and even when making love to Pierre, my mind was on the black teenager. The indefatigable Marie O'Flanagan had been an amateur compared to the young temptress. I'd been on tenterhooks as each day had passed, expecting delivery of the photographs any minute, or a summons to visit Sherrilyn at her college. But my nerves had begun to calm with the lack of contact and I was eventually able to relax. And with Pierre away this weekend in Amsterdam, for the World Peace convention, I had two days to myself at the mansion. He'd actually asked me to accompany him, despite the fact that he'd have little free time. I told him I'd rather stay here. It would be a chance to familiarise myself with the place and start to feel that it was our home and not just his. Today had been wonderfully relaxing and had been the first time I'd sunbathed by the pool without my imagination running riot. I'd just taken a shower and was drying my hair with a towel when I heard a knock on the bedroom door. "Adrianna, it's Madeleine. I have something for you." There are moments in your life when you know, just know. I think it was the way Madeleine used my name. Pierre never allowed her to be that familiar with either of us and by taking a liberty, she was sending me a signal. My hand shook as I opened the door. I was dressed in the same robe I'd worn that fateful moment I'd stepped out onto the balcony and overlooked Sherrilyn and Françoise. My nipples hardened at the recollection, pushing against the thin material. Every fibre in my body was on edge. Had Sherrilyn sent her? She stood there for a moment, fixing me with her sultry French gaze. Normally she wore a black uniform but she was dressed in a flowery cream blouse and black trousers. The unusual change of routine reinforced my suspicions. There was a short pause before she spoke. "I have a delivery." She handed me the thin package and my life passed before my eyes. I had no need to break the seal to know it contained the photographs. She was watched me closely, as if waiting for me to open the package. I stared at it, moving it from hand to hand while I regained some composure. "Thank you, Madeleine. That will be all. I won't be down to dinner tonight." A knowing smile appeared on her face and then she allowed her gaze to slowly cover my body, making me blush. It was the same look that she'd given me the day I'd worn my skimpy black bikini and watched Françoise go down on Sherrilyn. She surprised me by stepping towards me and stroking the back of a single finger beneath my chin. Her eyes locked with mine before she took it away. "We both know that, Adrianna. Neither of us will." I could smell her perfume against her skin as she continued past me into the bedroom. The strong spicy aroma infused my nostrils and for whatever reason there was a definite sexual undertone to the scent. She turned to face me once she reached the centre of the room and I suddenly realized that she was not wearing a bra. She had a full figure but carried her weight well and the breasts I could clearly see through her cream blouse were full and firm. When her hands went to the buttons and she slipped the first two open, I found myself swallowing hard. Was I becoming aroused because she was black, like the teenager who had made me service her all night? Or was it the control thing again and the anticipation of what was to come? Sherrilyn's words came back to me. "Whoever delivers the photographs will need a reward. Do you understand?" I felt a sudden light-headedness and I had to fight to keep my balance. She had continued to unbutton the blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. Her large breasts bounced before settling and I felt the heat between my thighs. "You understand what is required, Adrianna?" The question took me by surprise and my eyes reluctantly pulled themselves from her pear-shaped black swells and returned to her face. She was staring at me, waiting for an answer. I could have pretended to object but we both knew she had the upper hand and that I had no place to go. "Yes." "I want this to be different." "Different?" She nodded, her hands going to the belt of her trousers and flicking open the top button. My eyes were drawn to her fingers like a moth to a flame. They drew the zip downwards and I gasped out loud. Whatever my expectations were, I hadn't anticipated the thick black strap-on phallus she triumphantly set free. "Different..." she repeated, her right hand rubbing up and down the black shaft. She allowed the trousers to drop to the floor and gracefully stepped out of them, her full body naked except for the large strap on dildo. "I think we'll start with you leaning over the balcony, Adrianna, looking down on the pool. That's quite appropriate in the circumstances, don't you agree?" THE END

Title: Ritter Arthur und der grüne Drache by Pattarchus Tags: Dragon, German Language, Human, Light Bondage, M/M, Masturbation, NC, Spooge \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Diese Geschichte enthält explizite erotische Passagen mit teils homosexuellen Handlungen. Wenn du als Leser damit Schwierigkeiten hast, wir dir empfohlen, diese Seite zu schließen. Solltest du unter 18 Jahre sein, darfst du ab diesem Punkt nicht mehr weiter lesen. --- Diese Geschichte darf jederzeit privat kopiert und weitergereicht werden, solange das Copyright gewahrt bleibt und die Geschichte in keiner Weise verändert wird! Eine Veröffentlichung oder das Einstellen in Story-Archive ist ohne meine ausdrückliche Erlaubnis nicht erlaubt. Jedwede Ähnlichkeiten zu möglicherweise existierenden Charakteren sind rein zufällig und nicht beabsichtigt, außer, es wird explizit von mir als Autor auf eine Figur hingewiesen. Des Weiteren würde ich mich über Rückmeldungen sehr freuen. Und nun, viel Spaß mit der Geschichte! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Ritter Arthur und der kleine grüne Drache Geschrieben von Pattarchus Stormwind webmaster(at)pattarchusstormwind.de Es war noch sehr früh am Morgen, die Sonne war gerade erst aufgegangen, als schon das Geräusch von Hufen zu hören war. Mit einem leicht mürrischem Blick saß der Ritter Arthur auf einem Pferd. Die letzten Tage waren nicht von wirklichem Erfolg geprägt gewesen und so versuchte er es heute erneut. Arthur war eigentlich ein Ritter - eigentlich nur deshalb, da er mittlerweile zu einem Drachenjäger verkommen war. Er mochte weder die Bezeichnung, noch die Tätigkeit. Doch was sollte er machen? Die Bezahlung war sehr gut und reichte immer gut bis zum nächsten Fang, doch es war mittlerweile sehr schwer geworden für ihn überhaupt noch einen Drachen zu finden. Die großen Echsenwesen haben sich schon lange in die Gebiete hinter den Gebirge des Landes zurückgezogen, da dort bisher kaum ein Mensch je lebend ankam. Der Ritter warf sein Haar nach hinten, welches ihm ins Gesicht gefallen war. Er war recht muskulös gebaut für einen Menschen, aber auch sehr schnell und wendig. Sein schulterlanges braunes Haar trug er meist nach hinten, doch waren immer wieder ein paar Strähnen widerspenstig genug, um in seinem Gesicht herunter zuhängen, was ihn ungemein störte. So trabte er mit seinem Pferd über die weiten Wiesen und hielt Ausschau nach einem Drachen. Er hatte gehört, dass in der Nähe des Waldes einer gesichtet worden war und wollte diese Chance sich nicht entgehen lassen. Er war zwar leicht in Gedanken versunken, doch waren alle Sinne immer noch wachsam genug, um jedes Detail aufzunehmen und Veränderungen zu erkennen. Genau dies, sollte ihm jetzt zu Gute kommen. Sein Pferd scheute. Dies war sehr ungewöhnlich, war doch sein Pferd eins aus der Rasse der Elysan - eine ganze besondere und edle Rasse der Pferde, welche sehr ausdauernd und kräftig waren und vor allem eins: unerschrocken - doch so konnte Arthur sich sicher sein, dass etwas nicht mit rechten Dingen zu ging. Er wies sein Pferd an stehen zu bleiben und stieg dann herunter. „Ganz ruhig alter Junge, ich werd schon sehen was dich beunruhigt", sprach er als er seinem Pferd über den Kopf strich und dann begann, sich umzusehen. Auf den ersten Blick war nichts zu erkennen, doch dann sah er, dass das Gras an einigen Stellen zertreten war und sich Abdrücke im Boden befanden. Er kniete sich hin und betastete die Stelle, „Ja...eindeutig Drache...die Krallenabdrücke sind unverkennbar". Es klang aber auch etwas Enttäuschung mit, denn von der Größe des Abdrucks her, musste dieser Drache recht klein sein. Aber er dachte so bei sich, dass er lieber einen kleinen Drachen als Trophäe vorweist als gar keine. Er sah wieder zu seinem Pferd und musste lachen. Ganz seelenruhig hatte es begonnen zu grasen und scherte sich nicht darum, was sein Reiter machte. „Typisch für dich alter Junge!" Doch es kam wie es kommen musste; das grüne Gras hatte vorübergehend einen Fressfeind weniger, denn Arthur ritt weiter in Richtung des Waldes. Jetzt wo er einen Hinweis gefunden hatte auf den Drachen, war sein Wille ihn zu fangen noch viel stärker geworden. Schon bald erhob sich das Dickicht des Waldes vor dem Ritter und er hielt wieder an. Er versuchte etwas zu hören - ein Geräusch, irgendein Hinweis auf den Drachen - doch er wurde enttäuscht, es war nichts zu hören. Auch wenn sein Pferd sich etwas sträubte wies er es an weiter vorwärts zu gehen. Immer wieder sah er kleinere Tiere die von seinem Pferd aufgeschreckt flüchteten, doch etwas Echsenartiges war nicht dabei. Mittlerweile überlegte Arthur wie er denn den Drachen fangen könnte. Er hatte noch deutlich den Abdruck in Erinnerung den er vorhin gefunden hatte und kam zu dem Entschluss, dass dieser Drache nicht größer als sein Pferd sein könne, eher etwas kleiner. Somit blieb nur eine Möglichkeit: Er wollte ein Netz aufspannen, welches aus einem besonderem Material gemacht worden war. Der Drache würde im wenigen Licht des Tagesumbruchs sich darin verfangen. Das hatte schon mehrmals funktioniert, und er war sich sicher, dass es auch ein weiteres mal klappen würde. Doch dazu musste er erst einmal eine geeignete Lichtung finden, wo er diesen Plan umsetzen kann. Es dauerte noch eine ganze Zeit, doch nach wenigen Stunden offenbarte sich Arthur genau die Lichtung, die seinen Vorstellungen entsprach. Genug Platz für den Drachen, aber auch genügend Bäume um das Netz spannen zu können. Er entlud alles was er dafür benötigte aus den Satteltaschen und begann dann die Falle aufzubauen. So langsam dämmerte es und er musste sich beeilen, damit er rechtzeitig fertig wurde. In der Nähe der Lichtung hatte er einige weitere Abdrucke gefunden und auch auf der Lichtung wiesen einige Bäume Spuren von Drachenkrallen auf. Arthur hatte sein Pferd etwas abseits angebunden und so legte auch er sich auf Lauer. Bei voranschreitender Zeit wurde es immer kälter, doch der Ritter ließ sich davon nicht beeindrucken. Er hatte schon ganz andere Temperaturen überstanden, da sollte ihn das doch nicht beeindrucken. Doch seine Geduld sollte auf eine harte Probe gestellt werden. Es dauerte noch tief bis in die Nacht bis etwas zu hören und vor allem, zu sehen war. Tatsächlich erschien der Drache auf der Lichtung! Arthur schreckte auf und war sofort wieder hellwach. Er hatte sich nicht geirrt. Der Drache war tatsächlich nur so groß wie ein Pferd. Er hatte dunkelgrüne Schuppen und eine ockerfarbene Unterseite. Die Flügel hatte er angelegt, doch Arthur bezweifelte, dass dieser Drache mit denen wirklich fliegen könnte, denn sie waren selbst für einen so kleinen Drachen nicht groß genug, um das Gewicht tragen zu können. Arthurs Plan schien aufzugehen - der Drache näherte sich immer mehr dem Stück Fleisch welches in der Mitte der Falle lag. Zwar zögerte die große Echse etwas und war sehr vorsichtig. Arthur konnte deutlich erkennen wie sich ihre Nüstern bewegten als der Drache schnupperte, doch auch das sollte ihm nicht helfen. Der Drache biss ein großes Stück vom Fleisch heraus und schluckte es herunter, als es geschah: Ein lautes Surren war zu hören und das Netz fiel auf den Drachen und wurde durch ein Gewicht welches runter fiel festgezogen. Der Drache fauchte laut auf und versuchte sich zu wehren, doch damit zog er das Netz immer fester bis er sich überhaupt nicht mehr bewegen konnte, denn darauf hatte Arthur gewartet. Er kam aus seinem Versteck hervor und trat vor den Drachen. „Da bist du ja", witzelte er und hatte ein triumphierendes Grinsen auf dem Gesicht, „hab ja auch lang genug auf dich gewartet!". Der Drache fauchte und versuchte mit seinem Schwanz nach dem Menschen zu schlagen, doch seine Bewegungsfreiheit war mittlerweile zu stark eingeschränkt. Arthur holte aus seinem Mantel einen Lederriemen hervor der mit einer Schließe versehen war. „Und nun halt still, dann wird es für uns beide nicht so unangenehm", brummte Arthur vor sich hin und griff durch das Netz durch um den Lederriemen um die Schnauze des Drachen zu legen und fest zuziehen. Die Echse wehrte sich, doch letztenendlich gewann Arthur und der Riemen war fest angelegt. Mit ein paar weiteren Handgriffen war eine Kette an dem Riemen befestigt die der Ritter am Boden befestige und ein Geschirr über den Kopf des Drachen gelegt, damit dieser nicht mehr fliehen konnte. Die Pranken wurden auch mit Ketten gesichert während Arthur langsam begann das Netz Stück für Stück wegzuziehen. Der ganze Drache wurde buchstäblich an die Kette gelegt, so dass er nur noch liegen konnte, oder auf allen Vieren hätte stehen können, was er in diesem Moment auch tat. Die Schwingen waren mit mehreren Seilen die um den Rücken und Bauch gewickelt waren fest geschnürt und selbst der Schwanz war an einem Halsband des Drachen festgebunden, so dass er in einem Bogen über den Rücken hing. Arthur war mit seiner Arbeit sehr zufrieden. Er hatte zwar einige Kratzer abbekommen als der Drache sich gewehrt hatte, doch er konnte ihm jetzt nichts mehr antun. So ging der Ritter um die große Echse herum und betrachtete sein Werk. „Ein wunderschönes Tier bist du", dachte Arthur so bei sich und strich mit seiner Hand über die Schuppen des Drachen. Dieser zuckte zusammen und zischte durch sein nur einen Spalt geöffnetes Maul und versuchte sich der Berührung zu entziehen, doch es war ihm nicht möglich. Arthur war mittlerweile am Hinterteil des Drachen angekommen und ließ seine Hand am rechten Hinterbein von der Hüfte aus entlang streichen. „Da ich dich lebend abliefern soll, muss ich zumindest wissen welches Geschlecht du hast. Ich bekomme für einen weiblichen Drachen weit aus mehr Gold als für ein Männchen. Darum hoffe ich doch mal, dass du eine stattliche Drachin bist" und mit diesen Worten strich die Hand Arthurs auch schon zwischen die Hinterläufe des Drachen der laut aufgrollte bei dem Gefühl. Nach einigem Suchen fand Arthur dann auch das, wonach er gesucht hatte. Den Schuppenspalt eines Drachen und er drückte zwei Finger prüfend hinein. Der Drache versuchte seine Hinterbeine zusammen zudrücken, doch Arthur hatte in weiser Voraussicht die Hinterbeine mit einer Metallstange verbunden, so dass der Drache keine Möglichkeit hatte sich dieser Erniedrigung zu entziehen. Vom lauten Knurren des Drachen begleitet gelangten die Finger des Ritters tiefer und Arthur spürte die Wärme des Drachenkörpers. Dieser hatte die Augen fest geschlossen und zischte voller Ekel auf, doch dann war der Mensch schon an seinem Ziel angelangt. Im Inneren des Spalts war das Glied des Männchens verborgen und als die mittlerweile feuchten Finger über die Spitze strichen, schoss ein elektrisierendes Gefühl durch den Drachen und ein Keuchen war von ihm zu hören. „Ich möchte das nicht tun, doch mir bleibt leider keine Wahl", flüsterte Arthur und bewegte seine Fingerspitzen etwas weiter, „...kleines Männchen". Der grüne Drache wollte es nicht, er ekelte sich vor dem Gefühl welches der Mensch verursachte, doch er konnte sich nicht mehr lange dagegen wehren: Sein Körper betrug ihn. Langsam glitt die Gliedspitze des Männchens aus seinem Schuppenspalt heraus und der Drache grollte auf. Arthur musste sich selbst eingestehen, dass der starke Geruch der von dem Männchen ausging auch in ihm eine gewisse Erregung hervorrief die immer stärker wurde. Doch er konnte sich seinem Verlangen nicht hingeben, er musste herausfinden wie gut das Männchen gebaut war, wenn er denn schon mit keinem weiblichen Drachen zurückkehren konnte. Somit strich der Mensch über die sensible Spitze des Drachenglieds und ließ seine Finger tiefer gleiten, bis sie am Schuppenspalt des Drachen ankamen. Dort drang er leicht ein, die Finger immer nah am Glied des Männchens, welches nun noch lauter grollte und den Kopf in den Nacken gelegt hat. Dieses Gefühl in ihm war einfach zu stark. Der Mensch rief in ihm Gefühle hervor, die noch keine Drachen zuvor auch nur ansatzweise bewirkt hat. Wenn er gekonnt hätte, hätte der grüne Drache seine Hinterläufe freiwillig weiter auseinander gestellt, nur damit diese Gefühle noch stärker werden konnten. Arthur konnte spüren, dass es dem Männchen gefiel und er selbst war von der samtartigen Oberfläche im Inneren des Spalts auf eine seltsame Art und Weise fasziniert. Das Glied des Drachen wuchs mittlerweile immer mehr in die Länge und nahm auch im Umfang immer mehr zu. Die Erregung des Drachen war nun soweit fortgeschritten, dass ab und an ein Tropfen feucht schimmernder Vorfreude aus der Gliedöffnung des Drachen tropfte und auf dem Boden eine kleine Pfütze bildete. Arthur nutzte diese Flüssigkeit die ihm der Drache darbot um sie auf dem ganzen Glied zu verteilen und seine Hand nun über sie reiben zu können. Er wusste, dass ein Drachenmännchen sehr empfindlich dort war und die trockene Hand wäre einfach zu rau. Doch dieses natürliche Gleitmittel vereinfachte dem Menschen die Sache auf ganz natürliche Weise. Immer schneller glitt die Hand des Menschen an der pulsierenden Männlichkeit des Drachen entlang, dessen Atem immer schneller wurde und er spürte, dass er dieser Behandlung nicht mehr all zulange standhalten könnte. Doch dann entschied sich Arthur etwas anders als geplant. Er ließ von dem grünen Drachen ab welcher erregt zischelte als sein prall gefülltes Glied gegen seinen Bauch schlug. Der Ritter begann sich nun selbst seiner Kleidung zu erledigen. Das Hemd war als erstes verschwunden und er schüttelte seine Haare aus dem Gesicht. Dann begann er seinen Gürtel und den Verschluss seiner Hose zu öffnen. Kaum hatte er diese an seinen muskulösen Beinen etwas herunter gezogen, sprang sein eigenes hartes Glied hervor. Die Eichel war blutrot und glänzte feucht und er strich mit seiner noch immer von Vorfreude benetzte Hand daran entlang. Er konnte sich für einen Menschen sehen lassen, dass wusste er - ebenso, wie er als Mann einiges zu bieten hatte. Er war eigentlich kein Freund von anderen Kerlen, doch dieses Männchen - der unglaublich starke maskuline Geruch der etwas wildes und bestialisches an sich hatte, konnte er einfach nicht ignorieren. Als seine Hand an seiner sensiblen Spitze entlang strich keuchte Arthur auf und er war sich nun sicher was er tun wollte: Der Drache war in seiner Position gefangen. Er konnte weder weglaufen noch sich hinlegen - und genau das wollte er ausnutzen. Arthur legte sich unter den Drachen, so dass die Gliedspitze des Drachen auf seinen Bauch zeigte und er noch immer mit seinen Händen ihn weiter bequem massieren konnte. Ja genau das war es was er wollte; der Geruch des Drachen war hier noch stärker und immer wieder tropfte etwas von der Vorfreude auf seinen Bauch und lief an ihm herab. Der Drache selber wusste gar nicht was ihm geschah. Erst ließ der Mensch von ihn ab und nun lag er noch unter ihm und demütigte ihn weiter. Der Drache war sich seiner Gefühle nicht mehr klar; er hasste das was Geschah, doch war er nun so stark erregt, dass er es auch nicht verfrüht beenden wollte. Doch dies hatte Arthur auch gar nicht im Sinn - er hatte beide Hände um die eindrucksvolle Männlichkeit des Drachen gelegt und massierte ihn immer stärker. Der Mensch spürte, dass der Drache seinem Höhepunkt näher kam, denn das verräterische Muskelzittern der Hinterbeine ebenso wie auch das leichte pulsieren des Glieds waren mehr als nur Hinweis genug. Dann war es soweit! Der Drache brüllte laut auf und sein Glied begann stark zu zucken, als der heiße Drachensamen sich auf den Bauch des Ritters entlud. Der Drache drückte seine Krallen tief in den Erdboden während er seinen Höhepunkt erlebte und jede weitere Berührung des Menschen eine weitere Welle der Lust durch seinen Körper schickte. Auch Arthur war wie gefangen von dem Anblick und dem Geruch der sich ihm darbot. Immer weiter massierte er das heiße Glied des Drachen und begann sich dann selbst zu reiben. Seine Hand strich an sich herab und umfasste seine eigene Männlichkeit. Von der Eichel zog sich ein glänzender Faden auf seinen Unterbauch und der Ritter stöhne laut auf. Er nahm etwas des Drachensamens mit seiner Hand auf und verteilte es auf seinem Männlichsten, was ihn nur noch mehr anheizte. Immer schneller strich er mit seiner Hand über sein Glied, bis auch er sich nicht mehr halten konnte. Sein eigener Samen spitzte bis zu seinem Gesicht und der Rest vermischte sich mit dem des Drachen auf seinem Bauch. Während er seinen Höhepunkt erlebte, konnte er einfach nicht anders, als sich immer weiter mit seiner kraftvollen Hand zu massieren. Doch dann geschah etwas, womit Arthur nicht gerechnet hätte. Auch dem Drachen war nicht entgangen was der Mensch unter ihm trieb und nun, wo der Ritter unter ihm lag, hatte er noch eine kleine Überraschung. Kurz nachdem er sich vollständig über den Mensch entladen hatte, entspannte er sich soweit er konnte und legt den Kopf etwas mit halb geschlossenen Augen zurück. Von seiner Gliedspitze tropfte auf den Ritter etwas seines Urins und es wurde schnell immer mehr. Arthur fluchte laut auf, doch von seinem Höhepunkt noch immer geschafft konnte er dem Drachen nicht so schnell entkommen wie er das wollte. So lief immer mehr des dampfenden und stark maskulin riechendem Wassers über ihn und er spuckte das was in seinen Mund gelaufen war wieder aus. Als er es geschafft hatte dem Drachen zu entkommen, war sein Körper bereits vollkommen mit dem Urin bedeckt. Er sah den Drachen an und konnte nicht fassen was die Echse getan hatte. Er ließ den Drachen erstmal unbeachtet stehen und suchte sich etwas zum anziehen. Der grüne Drache jedoch hatte ein breites Grinsen aufgelegt und sein Glied hing noch immer leicht tropfend unter ihm. Kurze Zeit später kam Arthur wieder zurück. „Du kannst heute Nacht so schlafen. Das hast du dir selber zu zuschreiben. Sieh zu wie du es dir stehend gemütlich machst", presste der Ritter noch immer wütend hervor und wand sich ab, um sein Lager aufzuschlagen. Der Drache hingegen war sich sicher, dass es noch sehr interessant werden könnte und schloss noch immer grinsend die Augen um sich etwas ausruhen zu können, wenn auch im stehen.

Title: Reaper Graesham Campaign: Sixth Interlude by Nex_Canis Tags: Bear, Character Development, Gorilla, M/M, Plot Development, Ram, Story Series, Wolf **Interlude: Coal** *"Memory is a mortal's foundation. Without memory, every step will always be new... but you will have no sense of direction because you will never know where you've been."* **Antonio Shanks** ***From a Lecture at Dianna University*** **Rocky Rose** I watched Jacob and Max argue... Their voices carrying across the atrium of Eden. I could see the reasoning of both sides... It wasn't right to sacrifice a person... even if it was the save everyone else... ... but at the same time, what choice did we have? I knew the extent of the Unsealed Factory beneath the Emerald Crown. It was a relic from my... from Conway's reign as Elemental Lord. I had it shut down the instant I came into power. MODD insisted I not destroy it. Since I *was* a MODD agent after all... I couldn't go against their will... no matter how much I wanted to. I stood as the barrier between MODD and Graesham... ... but with Rose's memories inside me now... ... and with my body... ... how long would my barrier stand? Everything... Everything just felt so *wrong* now... Before, I didn't hold a shred of doubt in my mind... I could stand up to Jacob's taunts and criticisms... I could slay an army of Unsealed stretching from one horizon to the next... Even in the face of a terrible plague that had sapped others of hope... I held onto that hope... But now... Jacob took a threatening step towards Max. "I didn't see you out there fighting Conway." His fangs were bared and while he looked just like how the media had portrayed him as a mass murderer and psychopath... his eyes revealed the hurt soul inside. "It's so easy for you to call me a coward when I'm out there *fighting* and you're here playing doctor!" Even in all my doubt... I guess I still held hope that deep inside... Jacob Reaper wasn't a bad person. Max swept his staff in a broad gesture at the crowd around him. "I'm looking out for these people! I've been patching them up! Healing injuries that *you* were incapable of preventing!" Injuries *I* could have also helped to prevent... I had trusted Conway... and how did he repay me...? He obsessed with who I had been and tried to bring that person back... even going as far as to sacrifice the souls of countless people in a devastating plague... How could I call myself the Elemental Lord of Earth when I couldn't protect my people from one of my subordinates? And now... more doubt was cast into my world as Norton had gone mad... I gazed at my paws... How could I find my footing and answer these questions when I didn't even know who I was? *"You are Rocky Groundwater."* That voice... It was one that had always guided me throughout my entire life... A voice that always reminded me of who I was... and who kept me on the path I had chosen... For so long, I had trusted that voice... but now... ... I realised that voice was just a Seal filtered my current memories... keeping me from being *someone* else... In a way... I felt like I should be grateful to it... but at the other side of the spectrum... I doubted if who I was now was just so heavily reliant on that filter... that I had lost the opportunity to grow... I couldn't help but wonder... 'what if?' *"Never doubt. Never question. When you question, you falter."* But I *was* faltering... The earth beneath my feet was shaking... and I couldn't find even footing. "So you honestly think you could've done better!?" Jacob's roar shook me back to reality and I turned my gaze back towards "You think that *you* could've somehow prevented all these injuries, stopped Conway *and* Norton at the same time!?" "Hell yeah!" The conviction in Max's voice made me reflect on a time when I was exactly like that... ... and I also realised how naive I was... *"That wasn't naive. That was smart... determined."* Shut up. The crowd cheered Max on... and I slowly realised why the people cheered *me* on. They didn't praise my words... They didn't love my actions... They *gravitated* towards my conviction... my strength. I was a beacon of hope for them... and I realised that while hope was a powerful weapon... it was also dangerous when wielded by the naive and ignorant. *"You weren't naive. You were as well-informed as you could have been at the time."* It doesn't change anything... I made foolish decisions... I allied myself with Conway and inadvertently gave him power and access to what might have practically damned Graesham. I trusted Norton... and now he was going to unleash hell on everyone. My decisions... had led to this... "I respect your efforts to defend me, Max," Father Belford suddenly said, stepping in between both Jacob and Max. "But the decision is ultimately mine and I can see the value in making this deal with Norton." He folded his arms as if trying to protect himself. "I will go." All fell silent... I oddly felt hollow inside... I know I should've felt shocked or pained that a major figure in my life was willingly sacrificing himself for the good of all... even if he *did* manipulate me. But I... I just felt empty... Like every time I tried to muster that emotion, doubt would creep in and question it... *"Never doubt. Never question. When you question, you falter."* I will falter when I damn well please! "You realise he's going to execute you, right?" Jacob asked, looking perplexed. I guessed he had planned on dragging Belford kicking and screaming to Norton. Probably would've enjoyed it too. It made me chuckle softly at how Jacob tried so *hard* to be evil... He was *bad*... but he wasn't evil. I swear... If I wasn't convinced I was a guy, I would be hitting on him *so* badly... *"But you* are\_a guy."\_ I chose not to comment on that. "I do," Belford answered, nodding his head in a slow, grim pattern. "It is a necessary sacrifice. I have sinned and it is time for me to face judgement." "Not afraid you'll burn in the deepest depths of the underworld for what you've done?" The smile on Belford's lips was somewhat cynical but also saddened. "I can only pray that all my deeds bring me the appropriate judgement. No more, no less." The crowd instantly began their protests, demanding Belford not give himself up for all of us. Then, Gabriel stepped up and slammed his hammer into the metal floor. "This is *absurd!*" he roared, pointing his hammer at Jacob. "Even at *half* strength\_all\_ the Branded will be able to defeat Norton! Furthermore, you have the support of *two* Elemental Lords! Why go through the sacrifice of an innocent soul when you can destroy a *corrupt* one with no casualties!?" I saw Kerry suddenly sweep forward, an icy wave of air washing over the crowd as she slammed her spears against Gabriel's hammer and pushed it to the ground. "Because there are *some* of us who agree with the deal," she said with an icy stare. Gabriel tried to shove her away but she was much quicker than he was. She pinned his hammer to the ground and levelled her other spear at his neck. "I should've suspected a demon-witch like you to have sides with this *criminal*." Oooh... Bad form there, Gabe... \_Everyone\_knows that the first person to start throwing slander around is the one to first lose face. "Would you just *shut up* and listen to what everyone is saying?" I was surprised when Taylor stepped up and flanked Jacob. He always seemed the quiet time... though I guess with the impending Purge... everyone is a little on edge. "Belford wants to go through with it not because Jacob backed him into a corner. He wants to do it to save people. Jacob did the same. He made the deal to prevent people from getting hurt." Good point... If that *is* why Jacob made the deal... I suspected he just wanted to get rid of Belford. He wasn't exactly subtle about how much he despised the priest. Leonardo's gargantuan form rose up behind Jacob and he hugged Jacob tightly. "You view us as expendable. You treat us like fodder for the cannons on the wall." "Cannon fodder," Jacob offered. "Yes, cannon fodder," the big - and I will admit, very adorable - Tribal said, hugging Jacob tightly. "We are people too. Are our lives less valuable than Belford's? Are you not risking more by sending us all against Norton than simply losing one life?" Envy crept into me as I recalled Leo's odd mix of innocence and intelligence... He was insightful and intelligent... but at the same time, the subtle nuances of everyday life made him seem addled mentally... Which was cute... at least in my opinion. "You can destroy Norton with ease!" Gabriel retorted. The ram swung his hammer - *Clang!* ...but suddenly had Rex's sword levelled at his neck. Wow... Rex had really changed... I wonder what had changed in him... "You know what you're afraid of?" Rex asked. "You're just afraid of the unknown. You're *sure* Belford will die and you don't want that. But you're *not* sure about what will happen after Belford dies." "What would *you* do if the one sense of security in your life was being offered to be sacrificed for some hare-brained scheme!?" Gabriel asked, his eyes wavering and his fear clearly showing. I saw Rex exchange smiles with Jacob... I wondered what that meant... Actually... No I didn't. I do *not* want to know what happened between them. "I'd go with their decision," Rex answered firmly. "Even if they're my light... they still have *their* life to lead." "A life they're choosing to *end* because some *idiot* with a criminal record as long as the galaxy is *wide* suggested it!" Gabriel roared. Suddenly, Belford placed a resolute hand on Gabriel's shoulder and pushed his disciple back. "Gabriel... my son. This is my decision. If Jacob Reaper had not suggested it, I would have willingly sacrificed myself for the good of our people." He then turned Gabriel to face him, placing both hands on the ram's shoulders. "You are using your prejudice against Jacob to guide your actions. Would you be this insistent had *I* suggested it?" Gabriel's eyes faltered again... It was clear he was hiding his own hatred for Jacob and just pretending to fight for Father Belford as a means of getting back at Jacob. "Of course, Father!" The ram fell to his knees, clutching the gorilla's hands firmly. I felt a strong compulsion to followed his lead... but I shook that thought out of my system... and managed to remain standing. I was no longer tied to Belford... He was a major part of my life... more so than I would have wanted... but I had my own mind and will... I would not bow to him. Everyone else did, however... Well... Excluding the MODD soldiers and the Branded. "You are the sole sense of faith and light in this grim city!" Gabriel pleaded. "You have guided us in times of disaster! You have kept this city aloft with your teachings and your kind soul! Do not leave us in our hour of direst need!" Laying it on heavy there, Gabe... Belford gave a big, heavy sigh. "No, my son..." the priest began softly but still loud enough for his voice to carry around the atrium. "We are all in need... Norton cries for blood... *my* blood. A sacrifice must be made. I am willing to pay it so that this bloodshed will end." He turned to the crowd, arms wide. "Come children, for this will be my last sermon. If anything, regardless of where I go in the afterlife, take heed of my words and my soul shall rest easy." Belford glanced over his shoulder at Max. "Would you kindly ask Eden to raise a platform for me so that I may address my charges?" Eden raised a platform for him. Jacob turned away in disgust and headed off into the hallways of Eden, followed by Max and Kerry. I was tempted to follow them but, for old time's sake, remained and listened to Belford's words. "All mortals were forged from coal," Father Belford began. "When the Might Creator came down from his throne and graced our blackened world, he took all the coal in the ground and from it forged mortals. In each mortal species, he planted a different aspect, a different strength that would forge their species. Just as there are impurities in the coal we find today, there are impurities in us. "He tasked all mortals with the goal of achieving perfection... of cleansing themselves of these impurities so that they may be worthy of entrance into Heaven and to sit by his throne! We are coal... and we must turn ourselves into diamonds." The basic doctrine of the Holy Mountain... We are imperfect... and we much make ourselves perfect to enter paradise. Having believed that for so much of my life, I was now devastated upon realising that I was *so* far from perfection... I was as *flawed* as they could get... Everything I had done was essentially a lie... *"No it's not. They were done by you, Rocky Groundwater. If you were to be judged, it would be as Rocky not as a memory-less Rose Earthsire."* For once since regaining Rose's memories, that voice made sense... and actually helped me a little. No doubt Father Belford would go through his entire repertoire of sermons in the three hours we had. He would have to breeze through a few sections but I had no doubt he could do it. One of the reasons I decided to leave him behind in favour of MODD - apart from keeping the peace between the two factions - was that I could *never* stay awake through any of his sermons. Even now, I was fighting back a yawn. I had to turn away and start heading after Jacob so that no one would see me stifling a yawn. I wanted to talk to Jacob before we headed off to Norton... I needed his assurance that... if I stopped being me... Well... I would like to die as Rocky Groundwater... and no one else. *"But you* are\_Rocky Groundwater. How can you die as anyone else?"\_ Sometimes... that voice is *really* annoying. I decided to ignore it for now. I didn't need any more distractions. I pushed Rose's memories back... and pushed forward... but where was I going? What was left for me here? Graesham was decimated... My command was shattered... What good could come of this...? I... I had failed... My body just collapsed and I suddenly found myself leaning against one of Eden's walls. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks... and my heart ached... My home was destroyed... There was nothing left for me here... How could I rebuild from this world? I felt a warm touch against my cheek... and a finger brush away my tear. I looked up... and found a familiar face... A face that I recognised... and that Rose recognised too... "Soot..." "Girls don't cry," he said in his dull, emotionless voice. I had to straightened myself... In all the commotion, I had forgotten about my one remaining lieutenant... But knowing now that he had been my - no, *Rose's* boyfriend in the past... Could I really trust him? What if he just wanted me to become Rose again...? That was the last thing I wanted to happen... "I'm not a girl!" I retorted, brushing him away and taking a few steps back. "Mentally, perhaps," he answered. "How did you get in here?" I demanded, drawing *Earthborn.* "Did Max let you in?" Soot chuckled mildly and placed a paw on Eden. "This Animus is very wise... perhaps as sentient as Reaper's Animus... Spectre..." His eyes narrowed. "Hmmm... No... Not quite. It responds to emotion instead of actually having a soul... It can differentiate friend from foe with their emotions... Unsealed are repelled because of relentless hunger... enemies for their hatred and dark hearts... "But as for myself... I have no emotions... Perhaps the only weakness of this otherwise impenetrable fortress." No emotions...? How was that even possible? Could he be that heartless? "How can you have no emotions? That's impossible." "Not so when you are nothing but a hollow shell held together by a magical symbol." A hollow...? I staggered back in horror. "You're a Puritan!" Soot chuckled and nodded. "Indeed. Ironic, is it not, that the weakest of my species are so monstrous and yet the most powerful are so similar to your Mortaelians that it is difficult to tell them apart." I levelled by weapons at him. "Stay back! I'm warning you!" A Puritan! This was bad... This deep inside Eden... with so many people around... No backup and Eden being unable to help... I was in trouble. Puritans were frightening in power... In my young career as an Elemental Lord, I had only ever encountered *one* and it nearly *killed* me! And now one of my *lieutenants* was one! He would know all my tricks! "I will not harm you," Soot said, raising a paw calmly. He leaned against the wall, arms folded. "I have just come to talk." I didn't want to believe him... but there was just something... about the way he spoke that made me trust him. Even if he spoke in such a dry, emotionless drawl and his eyes were like empty discs to me... I did feel a degree of benevolence from him. "Then what *do* you want?" Soot didn't answer. I waited for what must have been five minutes to get a response... Nothing... I guess I'll have to get this conversation rolling. I didn't dismiss my Seal Weapons, however. Topics... Topics... Hmm... What do you say to the guy that was *supposed* to be your boyfriend but you don't ever remember that...? Or, for that matter, you think you're a *boy* and you aren't gay? Yeesh... I should start with that... Actually... "So... If you don't have emotions... Do you feel anything... about me...?" Soot regarded me and shook his head. "What feelings Luke felt for you are long gone. I am not Luke. I am an amalgamation of Luke and all the relationships that Rose Earthsire had forged before Belford made you. I am Soot. A collection of impure carbon particles formed from combustion." I guess that was true... A thousand incomplete memories... all come together to form Soot... I wasn't sure if I should feel pity for this creature or heartbroken that he didn't feel anything for me. Then again... I suppose it's better this way... No complications. He has no emotions for me... and I have nothing for him. It worked out well. "So why did you join MODD and my division if you don't feel anything for me?" "What else could I do?" Soot answered. "I am a Puritan Unsealed. MODD would hunt me down. They have the means. However, if I *joined* MODD, their own ranks are where they are least likely to look for an Unsealed." I suppose that's true... MODD is so secure in our own power that we hardly screen our own troops anymore... I guess that's how Soot managed to bypass our security measures. "May I ask you something?" Soot suddenly asked. "Curiosity is an emotion, you know," I answered with a smirk. "The answer is not for my benefit." Oh... it was one of *those* questions. "Would it be truly bad if you were to accept that you were Rose Earthsire at one point in your existence?" I was tempted to slap him but I held back. "I am *not* Rose." "You aren't *now* but at one point, you were." "No I *wasn't*!" I jabbed his chest with *Earthborn*. "And if *I* have to accept I was Rose, you have to accept you were Luke Armstrong at one point! Rose's lover!" He narrowed his eyes at me. I still couldn't detect any emotions from him. "I have accepted that." He turned his gaze away from me, eyes still narrowed. "I find it fascinating... There are five of us... perhaps six who have had our memories drastically altered." He lifted a finger and began counting the individuals off. "First there was Conway... Whose very purpose of living was stolen from him... He was tasked by his wife to forever love their daughter but when his love was permanently snatched from him, the core of his being crumbled and he was forever haunted by the terrible things he performed during his time as a madman. His memories constantly haunted him... and he chose to dedicate his life to righting the wrongs that cannot be righted." Soot uncurled a second finger. "Then there was Norton... Like Conway, he was haunted by his past. His reason for living was snatched from him but he chose to hold it close to him and has worked tirelessly to ensure that the tragedies of the past never repeat themselves again. To this end, he has attempted to distance himself as much as possible from his pain but was never aware or rather, refused to acknowledge that he was carrying it around with him the entire time." A third finger came up. "Then, of course, there is myself. I am not Luke Armstrong. I am Soot. My memories are a combination of all the memories of those that were connected to you and Luke's. However, unlike the others, they have merely collided with one another and negated one another. I am simply left with emotionless images. I see them. I acknowledge they are mine. But I could not care less." His fourth finger rose. "Gabriel is another. Supposedly a vessel empty of memories so Belford placed your original Seal into him, giving him some degree of personality to reforge more memories. An empty creature of no memories... Quite the opposite of me, really." Soot tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Of course, that leaves us with you, Rocky. You have two sets of memories. Two different personalities. Two seemingly opposite personalities from all accounts. You've essentially had a fresh start. But now the first set of memories is coming back... and one has to question which one will prove to be the dominant one. "I find it mostly interesting how you are somewhat an opposite to Jacob Reaper. While he accepts his past, that perhaps he could have been a totally different person to who he is now, you reject it, constantly insisting that you were never that person. Even before Conway was killed and his Seal released to you, you vehemently rejected the idea that you were Rose Earthsire at one point or another... Perhaps it is the work of a Seal... perhaps not." I was starting to draw some pretty crazy comparisons here... Conway and Norton... Conway got stuck in the past... Norton pulled away as far as he could... Gabriel and Soot... Gabriel was an empty soul with no memories but overly emotional... Soot was overflowing with memories but emotionless... Then there was me and Jacob... both he and I had our pasts erased in a way... but where I rejected it... He accepted it... or rather, he didn't care. Who of us was better off? Ultimately, when the end came, who of us would survive. "Well," Soot said, lowering his paw and pushing off the wall, "I assume that since you are not attacking me, you won't kill me." He turned his back and began striding away. "Wait!" I cried but found myself unable to actually *stop* him. I knew he was an Unsealed... I knew that I had to because of my duty to MODD... but to my duty to a friend... I suddenly began to doubt again... Maybe all we knew about the Unsealed wasn't true...? I expected that voice to come back and start telling me not to doubt because doubt gives way to weakness or something... But it didn't say a thing. "One more question," Soot said, stopping in mid-step and turning around to face me. "What is it about that aniga, *Starboy*, that has both you and Luke so fascinated?" I didn't want to answer that question... ... but I found myself searching deep into my memories - Rose's memories - and finding a time in the distant past... I saw Luke... and Rose... Back then, Rose had long hair and Luke... She called him 'Sooty' because he was a polar bear with permanently black splotches all over his fur from working in the foundries. Rose was constantly in training from Conway... but at night, when everyone thought she had gone to sleep, she would sneak out and meet Luke. Together, they'd sneak out to Luke's house where his father would keep them fed and entertained with shows from Luke's aniga collection. Apparently, Rose liked *Starboy* because the protagonist reminded her of Soot. She would glance at him bashfully every now and then when she thought he wasn't looking. He was so kind to her... Everyone else at the base treated her either so delicately like she was a princess made of glass or a weapon for war to be forged into perfection. She cried... at the ending... It surprised me that I had somehow maintained the same appreciation of that show after having my memory erased... *"No. That was not something inherited from Rose. That was simply something you desired. It has no relation to Rose whatsoever."* I really didn't believe that... I think... I think some part of me does remember being Rose... and that has translated into who I am today... There is some part of us... that will always remember... No matter who we turn into... no matter how our memories are affected... It will remember. It is what is judged by the Divine when we pass into the realm of the dead. And... I think it is there to try and steer us in our everyday lives... Maybe... maybe I should be like Jacob... Maybe I should accept who I was... "Rose thought that the Princess was a lot like her and that Black was a lot like Soot," I answered softly. "She always imagined that in the end, the Princess would end up with Black... and in her heart, that is how she wanted her story to end. Unfortunately..." Soot nodded. "I see." He turned around again and began heading away once more. "I wish you luck in your endeavour Rocky Groundwater. Remember, however, that memory is simply a recording made by *you* about events that have transpired. Learn to view them objectively... and perhaps you will see the truth masked by the memories." What was he talking about...? What truth? What was I missing? \*\*\*\*\* It was like a funeral procession... and in a way... that was exactly what it was. Father Belford's followers were dressed as dark as possible. No one had managed to grab any spare clothing on their way out of their homes so they tried to convince Max to give them some dark clothing. It would've been a pain to make black clothing for everyone so Max simply gave them all black armbands to wear. They all marched solemnly towards the Unsealed Factory with Father Belford at their lead... I was *really* regretting not having destroyed that goddamn factory... I straightened myself and took a deep breath... Whatever happened... I had resolved that it was because of *my* actions... *my* decisions... not something that Rose made me do. Okay... *fine*... I *was* Rose Earthsire at one point - *"No you are not. You are and always have been Rocky Groundwater."* Shut up, Voice! Anyway... I am Rocky Groundwater... I *was* Rose Earthsire. *"You -"* Not listening to you! But... I am Rocky Groundwater now... I looked towards Jacob who flanked the door leading down into the factory. He just radiated confidence... not a single shred of doubt... and to think that all came from his acceptance of who he was... of who he might have been. He wasn't stuck in the 'what ifs' or 'what could've beens'. He learned from his mistakes... he moved forward... and he became stronger. I wanted to be just like that. Gaining strength from my newly found inspiration, I straightened my back and began marching down into the factory. I took my stand beside the Branded and watched as Belford stepped up to Norton. A few words were exchanged... Then Norton held up a Universal Release Switch. He strapped it to Belford's neck... and I instantly knew he planned on decapitating the priest. Not going to say I approve... but that's pretty damn clever. Resigning himself to his fate, Father Belford accepting the dark gift and spun around to face us. "My actions were not always steered by the light!" he announced, lifting his hands into the air as if welcoming death. "I am mortal. I am prone to succumb to my flaws and I have made many, many, *many* mistakes. In my position of power, I have used many of you... unwittingly or not. "Ultimately, the source of this suffering can be pointed to me." I guess... I didn't want to believe that simple truth... That Father Belford... someone who I had accepted into my life was at fault for everything that had occurred in my life... Whether he ruined it or not... I can't say... But after this... It'll all be over... "I was once a MODD researcher...I was delving into the possibilities of creating a Seal that did not require mortal sacrifice. Yes, in the days past, a Seal was the soul of a loved one given up for power. The greater the connection between the loved one and the user, the greater their Synchronisation with the Seal." Yes... I knew that... I remembered reading his profile... In fact, I had invited him to come back to MODD when I became an Elemental Lord. I firmly believed that everyone deserved a second chance. That's why I offered that chance to Conway... I had dreamed that with the former enemies under the one roof, I could instil a lasting peace upon Graesham. Boy was *I* naive... "It was ultimately my research that led to the production of more powerful Seals for MODD as I discovered that personality traits could be sacrificed in order to produce as Seal. You can sacrifice your tendency to laugh at inappropriate times or your beautiful singing voice and that could all make a Seal. "I researched the greatest source of this newfound resource of Seals... and I discovered that the strongest emotion that can produce a Seal... is by far the simplest... Love." Belford was actually starting to tear up as he lifted his head to the ceiling. "I convinced Conway Earthsire to sacrifice his love for his daughter, Rose, to become a new Seal that he could use." I jerked my head up towards the priest... I didn't know that... ... Conway... He gave his love... for me...? What... What would've his life been like? A life without love...? Father Belford closed his eyes briefly, a tear running down his cheek. I could see his knees quaking. "But my experiment failed. Love is the core of all existence and by taking it out of Conway, I had deprived him of his core... and he was left with nothing but a deep, longing emptiness that he could not fill. However, the Seal could be compatible with his daughter and I made my second mistake by convincing Conway to give the Seal to Rose... and telling him to train her in its use in the hope that their bonding experience will revitalise the love in his heart..." I had been empowered by my father's love... ... and I had used that love against him... Oh Conway... Now, Father Belford was openly crying. "I was wrong... Rose grew bitter for Conway's actions as such actions were one made by a commanding officer and not a father. Rose grew up without a father... and she resented that existence. She lashed out and fled MODD... Conway gave chase not for love... but in desperation of losing the one source that could fill that hole in his heart... "Rose, however, did not die that day... She was barely alive... and brought back to the Emerald Crown." I was encapsulated by a deathly silence... Vague memories flashed through my mind... I remembered lying on the ground with Conway standing over me, looking disgusted... maybe disappointed... Around me were the bodies of countless MODD soldiers and the wreckage of their equipment. I had killed so many... *"A waste..."\_Conway snarled. \_"Get the Eternal Seal here! I want* everyone here\_used to become a Seal! Maybe we can salvage something out of this operation..."\_ I see... My Seal... the Seal of Earth... It came from the souls of all those people I had killed as Rose... I clutched at my heart... I knew Seals came at dire prices... but the irony burned me hard that the sins I had caused in one life empowered me in this one. "I realised my mistakes then," Belford cried. "So, in an attempt to rectify my sins... I attempted to give Rose a new lease on life... A new beginning." I may have gotten a new lease on my life... but I was still stuck on the same, old mortgage plan... You can't run away from your past like Norton... You can't undo the past like what Conway tried to do... You can't pretend they aren't there as Soot claimed... and you certainly can't become consumed by them like Gabriel... You have to acknowledge them... and grow from them... I know Jacob hasn't really been exposed to his past yet... but his ideal... They way he approaches it... ... I think... I want to be like that. "Thus, I took from Rose her memories of the past and made it into a Seal..." Belford said, his voice growing softer with every word. "I then created a Seal with the purpose of constantly sacrificing her *present* memories and leaving only fragments that will maintain her current personality... Lastly, I took the memories of *everyone else* and made them into a Seal, leaving only what is now commonly believed... "These three Seals I gave to Conway Earthsire, Norton Manx... and Soot. Unfortunately, because of this, I gave Conway the means by which he could create the Fossilisation Plague in a twisted attempt to resurrect his daughter... He may have created the Plague and he may have been the forefront of all the suffering you have endured... but it was *I* who had set the gears in motion." Belford lowered his head. "And for that... I am sorry." Norton lifted his blade for the finishing blow. "Your forgiveness comes with your death, old man!" I wanted to stop him... ... but... at the same time, I just wanted this nightmare to end... I wanted to get rid of my past... so that I could finally stand and be myself... *SWISH!* ... *Thunk...* *... Ka-thunk...* *THUD!* I held my breath... And it took me a moment to realise I had shut my eyes. Slowly... I opened them... ... My heart froze when I found Father Randall Belford's eyes staring directly at me... dead... The Universal Release Remote lay sliced at the base of his severed head. "That was sort of anti-climactic..." Max grunted, turning around and bullying the crowd out. "Okay! Show's over! Everyone back to Eden!" No one wanted to move... but slowly, people began to filter out of the chamber... "Damn..." Taylor murmured softly. "I can't believe it's over... just like that..." He shook his head in confusion. "I was expecting a fight or something..." "Does every step of progress we make have to end in death...?" Joanna sighed. Rex clapped her shoulders. "It's not over yet. We've still got that Purge to deal with." Right... of course... It isn't over yet. The Purge... At least now we can all focus on it. "A Purge *you* called if I recall correctly," Max chuckled bitterly. "But at least we won't have Norton or Belford to worry about anymore. Come on" - he seized Rex's arm - "you called the Purge, you're helping us stop it." A large portion of the crowd left the scene... Some lingered to pay their final respects before they too departed. I took a few steps away, torn at the sight of a great rock in my existence having crumbled so easily. At the same time... I finally felt free... Some part of me realise that the voice that had been nagging me to be just Rocky... ... it was Belford's voice... ... and now that the real Father Belford was gone... ... I could finally rest easy... "What the hell...?" I froze... ... and spun around. My eyes widened in shock. Jacob had a glowing paw facing Norton. What was he doing!? \_"You..."\_Norton snarled. What -? *Zzzzap!* Jacob fired off a beam but Norton swiftly dodged to the side, drawing his double-bladed weapon with a frustrated cry. "This was all part of his plan, wasn't it!?" the mole demanded. "Fake his death so you could get close enough to kill me!?" What? Fake his...? He looked for Belford's body... ... and only found a mannequin... No... He didn't...! I spun around to check if anyone else lay witness to the scene... But everyone was mostly at the far exit! There were no *true* witnesses except myself and the remaining Branded! No! Jacob lowered his arm and summoned his blades. "Nope. I was going to kill you anyway." This had to stop! *CLANG!* Norton and Jacob engaged in a blindingly fast sword fight. "I knew it! He's got you following him! That's it! No more mercy!" Norton cried. A wave of darkness erupted from his body, spreading over me but I managed to remain rooted in position. I quickly summoned *Earthborn.* I knew this wouldn't be easy. "Get them *out of here!"* Jacob yelled. Norton made his move. No! I surged forward and - *KA-CLANG!* Barred Norton's blade alongside Taylor and Kerry. "I will destroy you *all!"* Norton roared. Another wave of darkness erupted from him, throwing me back. I managed to remain standing but the others fell back. Norton threw back his head and let out a pained, frustrated cry. Black spears of rock began erupting from the ground and circling him ominously. "I'll drown you all in a sea of Unsealed!" Jacob acted quickly, jumping to his feet and firing off beams at the spears that Norton summoned. He shattered many of the spears but others slammed into the vats and shattered the delicate glass holding back the copious amounts of green liquid. Unsealed poured out! "Not good!" I exclaimed, bringing up my shield. A paw fell on my shoulder and I spun to meet Jacob's fierce, laser-like blue eyes. "Get out of here!" I was momentarily stunned. Why? "What!? Why!?" "Norton is going to die," he answered grimly. I could tell that was the truth... As much as I wanted to deny it... it was the truth... No more denials for me... I can see the truth. I'm looking at this objectively... just like Soot told me to. I could see Norton would die. "When that happens," Jacob muttered, "that Seal he's holding will go straight to you. The further you are away from him, the greater chance we have of stopping it before it gets to you. And you *like* thinking you're a boy, right?" No... I don't like thinking I'm a boy... ... not if I stop being me... But... Would I still be me if that Seal entered me...? I would fight to the bitter end to maintain myself... but I might lose... ... So... I nodded at him. "Don't die." He gave me a sly grin and a cocky snort. "Can I get a good luck kiss?" Hmmm... I quickly pressed myself against him, pressing my muzzle against his and pushing my tongue deep into his throat. I felt his warm breath rush into me in that gasp of shock... I realised something with that kiss... Yeah... I was a girl. But more than that... I'm Rocky Groundwater. I pulled back and returned that cocky smile of his. "Good luck." Without another word, I spun and bolted for the exit, yelling at the horrified onlookers to get up those stairs and out of the Emerald Crown. I pushed them all as much as I could. There was a resounding boom behind me and I spun around to find the stairway into the Factory suddenly blocked by a titanic wall of rock. I guess Joanna must've blocked it... I stood there... in the middle of the stairway... just watching those rocks... My fists clenched tightly... They were in there fighting for me... against Norton... Belford had betrayed us... and now... Norton had gone mad... Why...? I don't understand that! Why did Father Belford betray us!? *"You think I betrayed you, don't you child?"* I froze... That voice again. I spun... Looking down at me, haloed by a benevolent, golden light... was Father Randall Belford. His smile was so welcoming... so warm... I almost fell back into his spell. *Almost*. "You -" He lifted a hand. *"Child, judge me not until you have learned the facts for yourself. Come... Let us save your friends..."* His voice sounded distant... otherworldly. What happened to him...? Father Belford approached the rock barrier barring us from the Factory. He lifted his weapon, the mace-like *Earthen Incense.* With a single blow, he shattered the barrier. I had never seen him fight before... but such *strength!* I looked into the chamber... ... and my eyes widened. I had to have been gone for about five minutes! And Norton had already won! Jacob lay on the ground... Taylor and Kerry were unconscious several metres away... and now Norton held Joanna by the throat, lifting her up into the air as she desperately tried to kick at him. "Jacob!" I shouted. Norton's eyes looked past Joanna... and they widened when they focused on Belford. "You!" *"Cease this madness now, Norton,"\_Belford said calmly. \_"The battle is already over and you have lost."* A lot of confidence considering we're up against a guy that just beat four Branded! I brought up my shield and *Earthborn*. This was going to be tough. "Rocky!" Norton cried. "Why are you allying with him when you saw that he betrayed us!?" Why... Why indeed...? "I'm not his ally," I snarled, glaring at Belford. He caught my gaze and seemed unfazed by it. "I'm just here to stop you!" Belford sighed theatrically... that same sigh he gave so many times... For the first time... I realised that it wasn't a benevolent, tired sigh of one who had a terrible burden on his shoulders... it was a sigh of a man who knew his plans were being met... and was *bored*! I can't believe I misjudged someone else... *again!* *"That truly is a pity, girl... But I suppose there is little you can do now."* "What!?" *WHAM!* The floor hit me *hard*. I saw stars... I never even saw Belford move but I certainly felt his mace strike my chest! My vision began to clear as Belford suddenly vanished in a blur of light and slammed his mace against Norton's armoured form. The gorilla - despite his age - was demonically fast! And he was titanically strong too! A dangerous combination... the Elements of Light and Earth... Light for the speed... and Earth for the strength. No! I won't give up! I pulled myself to my feet. \_"Pitiful child,"\_Belford whispered into my ear. What!? He had just been bashing Norton! In fact... he still *was!* ... Clones! That's how he managed to avoid being executed! He used clones! *"All mortals are destined to become perfect... and you shall be the first to achieve such perfection. Stop trying to fight destiny."* I spun around, slamming my shield into the clone. The glowing image of Belford merely held me back with a well-placed hand. "If I turn out to be *your* version of perfect, I'd rather be flawed!" *"You have no choice in the matter."* WHAM! I staggered back, my shoulder aching from the clone's strikes. To my horror, countless more clones began appearing in flashes of light. More of them began attacking Conway, bashing at his armour. They were too fast for him to - Wait! Earth and Light! I reached into my power... *"Laser Leaf!"* Glowing, emerald leaves erupted from my body, hung in the air... and then shot straight into the forms of the clones. Many grunted and other cried in pain as their forms dissolved, leaving behind clay mannequins. Yes! "Norton! Use *fast* area attacks! Get rid of them all!" My lieutenant - yes... he has always been a loyal lieutenant - grinned, gave me a thumbs up and hurled his paws into the air. *"Obsidian Rain!"* A *huge* black rock erupted from the ground behind him... and instantly shattered, turning into a shower of black, earthen blades that peppered all Belford clones around him. Many of the clones fell. They tried to block the barrage but there was just too many spears of earth for them to defend. Their bodies crumpled to the ground, turning into the clay mannequins that they were with black shards embedded into their forms. Others managed to survive... ... but not for long. *"Laser Leaf!"* My lasers killed the rest of the clones, the clay mannequins hitting the ground. I rushed to Norton's side, pressing my back against him and grinning broadly. "Glad to be fighting by your side again, *ma'am*," Norton chortled. Strangely, I wasn't insulted by that. *"Do not resist perfection!"* Belford sprang from the shadows and charged at us head on! I blocked him with my shield - ... and Norton quickly followed up by leaping up on my shoulders and spearing Belford's shoulder. He leapt back and kicked Belford's face *hard*. As the dark priest staggered, I took the advantage. I surged forward, spinning *Earthborn* in my paws and unleashing a barrage of kicks, punches and swipes that threw Belford hard against one of the vats! This time... his form didn't vanish into a clay mannequin. Yes! We won! ... At least I thought so until Belford began to laugh. A hand fell on my shoulder... *Belford!* "What the!?" I cried, leaping back. *"Take a closer look at the man you defeated, girl."* I spun to the *other* Belford... ... and his form shimmered... and melted away... ... revealing Norton... What...? My eyes fell down to Belford's weapon... *Earthen Incense...* No... I remembered... his mace... the head of the weapon was shaped like an incense dispenser... When swung, the weapon spread a hallucinogenic mist... He used it often in the 'golden days' when he was working in MODD! No! He... He tricked me! "You -" I swung at him - *CLANG!* *"Girl... The end has come for you,"\_Belford chuckled. \_"The last Seal needed to break you is not free."* No! *No! NO!* I turned towards Norton's body... just as a green burst of light erupted from his prone body and - *WHAM!* Slammed hard into my chest. My body suddenly felt numb... and I found myself falling to my knees without any control over my body whatsoever. I... I could see it... My past as Rose... ... I *am* Rose... ... but... ... A grin crossed my features... and I locked gazes with a horrified Belford. "Guess who?" *"Impossible!"* *WHAM!* I slammed my shield against him, sending him reeling. He staggered back, managing to keep standing but his resolve clearly broken. *"You should be the perfect soldier now! No emotions! No mind! You should be obeying my orders! Stop this!"* I swung *Earthborn* in my paws and got ready for the fight of my life. "That was assuming I never accepted I was Rose beforehand!" *"That shouldn't be possible! Norton's Seal -"* "Seals don't make a person. My heart is my own! No Seal can change that!" Belford's eyes narrowed at me. *"I see... Then I will just have to go to my contingency plan!"* Contingency plan...? *"Sleep, girl!"* He threw his hand forward. A searing blast of light erupted from the tips of his fingers and slammed into my chest. I felt no pain... and I just grinned. My heart was stronger than my memories! Yes... That's what I've come to realise... My heart... is who I am. It is what defines me... What remembered who I was even when I cannot! With my heart, I was - ... I glanced down at my chest. My eyes boggled... Thick, clear crystal began spreading all over my body... crawling up my chest, my shoulders and down my legs! It froze my entire form! I couldn't move. "No!" I cried. But... my heart...! I couldn't move... but I could still see... The crystal enveloped me completely in a crystal coffin, my arms planted firmly at my sides. I tried to scream... but my lips wouldn't move. I tried to cry... but the crystal wouldn't let me. I wasn't breathing... but it was still keeping me alive! What *was* this!? Belford hovered over me... and smirked. *"Now... Let's just see how well you can hold on under the weight of* more\_Seals."\_ Was he going kill Soot!? No! I... I may not be Rose Earthsire... but I still felt those emotions for him... and it broke my heart that he didn't love me back... I loved him... He would always be my Sooty... Luke... Belford strode out of the chamber... I was horrified to find Norton still alive... I could see him breathing... Out of the corner of his eye, he gave me an apologetic look... and a tear run down his cheek. He reached out towards me... No! Don't resist! He'll kill you! *Boom! Boom! Boom!* Black coffins emerged from the ground... His *Obsidian Maiden* attack! But... I couldn't see any spikes inside the coffins! *WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!* The coffins enclosed on Taylor, Joanna and Kerry's bodies... He was...? *"Still alive?"\_Belford scoffed. \_"My aren't you persistent."* He lifted a hand... a crystal spear hovered over his fingertips. But the gorilla stopped. *"Hmmm? What's this...?"* Norton flicked his paws towards the air. The coffins containing the Branded shot into the air, breaking through the ceiling and vanishing from sight. *"Using the last ounce of strength to safe the fools who were blinded by my trickery,"\_Belford chucked, lowered his spear and letting it vanish. \_"For your bravery, I will let you die slowly. Relish the small victory you achieved in saving their lives for you have only sealed their fate to die in the fires of destruction I will bring."* Belford headed out of the Factory, my crystal coffin carrying me with him. No one was in the Emerald Crown and for that I was relieved. The gorilla suddenly picked up speed, his mastery over Light giving him that ability. The world sped past my eyes... I saw the desolation of Graesham... I saw the ruins of the Emerald Crown... and I saw the lives I had ruined due to my foolishness. I should *never* have trusted Belford... Before I knew it, we were suddenly in a barren, desolate plane far beyond Graesham's gates... I saw the footprints of where the Fossilised once stood... We were in the Grey Grounds Graveyard. *"Rejoice, my children!"\_Belford exclaimed, spreading his paws wide. \_"I have returned from the dead and come to bring you deliverance!"* What!? Belford dragged my coffin across the Graveyard and I saw the shocked, relieved and joyful faces of the Graesham survivors as we passed them. The way they looked at Belford... It was with admiration... pride... They had given themselves entirely to him! This was the last bit they needed to truly have complete and utter faith in him! Resurrection from the dead! I was such a fool! But... what did he want from me? *"Perfection is at hand, my children!"\_Belford exclaimed, rising on a podium of rock above everyone else. \_"I was destroyed and have returned in perfection! Now I have come to take you to paradise! To perfection!"* All the people cheered. They had been too far to see Belford's deception... They probably just thought that Norton went nuts! I *barely* saw Belford's mannequin... so what did *they* see? ... probably exactly what Belford wanted... *"Gabriel! My loyal son! Come!"* "Of course, Father!" Gabriel... No! Gabriel appeared beside Belford, looking up at the gorilla with shining eyes. No! Belford placed a hand on the ram's shoulder.*"You have been a loyal right-hand, my son... Now, it is time to fulfil your ultimate destiny!"* "Anything, Father! Anything at all!" I saw the gleam in his eyes... *"Now... be the Destroyer..."* SHLICK! If my eyes could widen, they would. Belford had just *shoved his hand right through Gabriel's chest!* *"Destroy this world... so that it can be reborn in perfection!"* Gabriel looked horrified... but the crowd... they just ate it all up. They were under Belford's control completely and utterly. The gorilla pulled his hand out of Gabriel's chest, holding up a Seal. There were no physical injuries to Gabriel's body... but I could see him quake from head to toe... and his eyes fading into a solid, green form... The eyes of an Unsealed! Belford lifted the Seal in his hands above me... and I remembered. That was *Rose's* Seal... *My* Seal! Oh god... Oh god no! Please no! *"And with this... Ascension!"* He slammed the Seal against my coffin... piercing the crystal frame... and pushing it deep into my chest... ... I felt numb... ... I felt nothing... ... I... I couldn't think... ...I... I didn't even know my own name... Wait... I think... Yeah... I think I can... I... I'm Rocky... Rocky Groundwater... I'm... I'm Rose Earthsire... Rocky... Groundwater... Rose... Earth... sire... Rocky... water... ...R..R... Rose... I... I'm...

Title: House of Love Pt. 05 Tags: incest, bi-sexual, lesbian, mother/son incest, transgender, group sex, swinging, domination, father/daughter incest, anal sex *House of Love - Part 5 - The Road to Magdalene: End of the Road This is Part 5 of a story about mind control. But there are no drugs, devices or gimmicks that make it happen. It is about the kind of mind control that happens every day. The kind where people become true believers and no amount of logic or reality can make them see truth. Don't believe it? Then you are not paying attention to the cults, both religious and political. As in most fiction, there is exaggeration of reality. But this story is based in my personal experience. Synopsis to date: Sheila is a young girl that left her rural home to work in the city. With no family of social support network, she was drawn into the church called House of Love. There, the leaders twist religion to use for their own nefarious purposes. Sheila went through an initial experience called the Mary Experience (Part 1). She believes she had sex with God. She is now on the path to what is called the Magdalene Experience (Part 2 - anal, and group sex; Part 3 - lesbian, exhibitionism, and orgy; Part 4 – incest, a D/d encounter that was a necessary next step on the road to Magdalene). Part 5 contains incest, group sex, wife sharing, anal, lesbian, bi-sexual men, and drug use. It also contains the conclusion to Sheila's time at the House of love. There is the brief reappearance of Billy from Part 1. He was the person who introduced Sheila to the House of Love, but has since disappeared from the story. He is a catalyst that brought change to Sheila's life, and does so once again. It also contains what many would call blasphemy, as has every other part in this tale. But then, that's the point about how cults control minds, isn't it? If those don't appeal to you, you may wish to hit your browser's back button now.* \*\*\*\*\* Chapter 10 – Final Preparations Sheila returned to her home with Mike and Jill. Her future was uncertain. Not that it had necessarily been all that certain before. But now, it seemed completely confused. Before visiting with her father, Sheila thought at least she understood the immediate path for her life. Seeing Daddy had been a necessary side trip on the road to Magdalene. What needed to be done with him was, in her thinking, to be an isolated episode. Not to be repeated. That assumption was now totally blown away. What was it that she had expected? Maybe she had never really known, never really thought it through. Sheila just knew that in her wildest imagination, she would have never dreamed the soul melding experience which had awaited her. They had given to each other the essence of their beings. Sheila experienced love as she had never thought possible. The meeting of their physical bodies and spirits was somehow reminiscent of the Mary Experience. As if the thing was of the same category, but with less intensity. She wondered if this is how it had been when "Mom" Baylor had first joined with her own father. She would have to figure these things out later. Right now the immediate necessities of living life were going to occupy her time. She had to do laundry, unpack and put away everything she had taken on her trip. She was working a full shift tomorrow and she had to be ready and rested. With factory work, inattention could be painful. Sheila steered her car along one of the alleys. They ran along the rear property lines of all the houses in her neighborhood. Everyone parked behind their own house. Garages, if they existed, faced the alleyway. That's the way things used be done. Modern houses seemed more like a garage with house attached. But in older neighborhoods, the cars and such were hidden away from the public eye. Sheila entered through the rear door of the house, dragging along as much baggage as she could carry. As she entered, she heard voices coming from the living room. Well, whatever that was, it would have to await investigation while she finished unloading. As soon as everything was inside, Sheila went to see what was going on. Fortunately, the house was designed in such a way, that there was one particular spot, where one could see most of the living room while still being hidden from view. It provided an unobstructed view of the couch, end on view, so everything happening there was seen from the side. This was the couch which occupied part of the middle space of the living room floor. There was plenty of room to walk behind the back of it and the wall dividing the living room from the kitchen. It faced the TV and was the place she had spent many evenings watching movies with Mike and Jill as she had gradually come to know and trust them. It was also the same place they had first seduced her into bisexuality and threesomes. While Sheila was hidden from view, if someone had been looking directly at the spot where she was standing, she would have been seen quite clearly. But people occupied in that room generally had no reason to look in her direction. What Sheila saw was surprising, but not shocking. Jill was dressed in a black, cupless bustier and thigh high stockings. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Sheila could easily see the dog collar around her neck. A leash was clipped on to the 'D' ring. She also noticed that there was dangly jewelry hanging from Jill's nipple piercings. She only wore those when she was dressing up for someone special. Jill was on her knees on the couch and was facing the back of it. Her legs were spread wide. The top of her shoulders pressed against the back upper edge of the furniture. This meant that her neck and face could crane over into the space behind the couch. Mike was standing, leaning against the living room/kitchen dividing wall. He was a bit slouchy, showing that he was at ease and very relaxed. He was conversing with two very well dressed gentlemen. The suits were expensive. Very expensive. Thousand dollar expensive. What had surprised Sheila was that both men were engaged in fucking Jill while Mike watched. One stood behind the couch with his cock buried to the root down Jill's throat. Not shocking that, as Jill was well versed in the art of sucking cock. The other stood behind her casually stroking his cock in and out of her pussy. Nothing shocking there either. What surprised Sheila was the casual nature of the whole scene. Mike was relaxed watching his wife being spit roasted. The two men seemed relaxed as they fucked. It was kind of weird. And while all of this was going on Mike was engaged in conversation with the man up Jill's cunt. Sheila could not hear all of it, but she did catch parts of the conversation. "We can supply your needs and have product available to suit every taste" Mike was saying. "Now, this is on demand?" said the other. "Yes, almost always. We haven't had any problems yet. We have plenty in stock and more is in the pipeline, so I don't anticipate any supply problems. But, advance notice is always appreciated." Mike replied. "We usually order well ahead of time, but there are occasions when we have emergencies and need immediate attention." "Like I said, I don't see that being a problem" Mike repeated. With that, the conversation seemed to wind down. And the fucking grew more vigorous. Both men were now pumping hard, seeking to pop their nut in Jill. Sheila did not understand what the conversation was about, but Mike was a Contractor and she assumed that it was concerning some project they were working on. She did think it unusual that Jill was entertaining business associates. She had never heard of Mike and Jill doing that before, but maybe they were friends also. Jill having sex with other people was not disturbing. Neither was Mike watching. That happened all the time, but usually only within the church family. There was a lot of sex going on between the church members. But it never seemed detached or mechanical. The church family cared about each other. All of the sex she had witnessed, while maybe wild or even considered deviant, had never been uncaring. "Well" thought Sheila, "I'm not asking about it now. Not while they have guests. Maybe I'll talk to them tomorrow." And so she went about the business of getting ready to sleep. She showered, brushed her teeth and otherwise completed the bedtime rituals. After the excitement of her long weekend and the drive home, it was few minutes after her head hit the pillow that Sheila was fast asleep. \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ Over the next several days, Sheila continued to ponder the scene she had witnessed the night she returned home. Not so much the action itself, but rather her own unaffected attitude toward it. "The problem," Sheila thought, "is that it doesn't bother me. Why is that?" As she contemplated her reaction, or rather, her lack of reaction, it came to her that she had changed. Something significant was now different from the time before she went to see her father. Sheila needed help with processing this change. She needed to talk to Jill. \*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ Later that evening Sheila walked into Jill's bedroom. "Hi, baby. Haven't seen much of you since you got back. I know we have all been busy, but I miss you." Jill said. "I know. But I have also been keeping to myself a little. I had to think about some things but now I need to talk it over with you. I need help understanding what is going on." "Well, come over here and let me see you." Sheila approached Jill and stood right in front of her. Jill was sitting on the edge of the bed so when Sheila came close, they were almost touching. They were both wearing loosely tied robes. Modesty had long ceased being of any concern between the friends. Jill pushed her hands inside of Sheila's robe opening it slightly more. She cupped, gently squeezed, and caressed Sheila's breasts. Then Jill brought her lips to an erect nipple and teased it to full hardness with her lips and tongue. One hand traveled south to cup Sheila's sex. Fingers drew lazy circles around her clit. Then they stroked up and down along the now slick channel. Sheila was getting wet. Very wet. Jill could always take Sheila from freezing to piping hot in very short order. Sheila loved lesbian sex with Jill. Previously, it was the best sex she had ever had. Until Daddy. "How was your time with your father? Were you able to make a connection with Him?" "Yes, I did. And it was wonderful. So much more than I expected." Sheila replied. "Did you make it with him? Were you able to complete the next step to Magdalene? Was it good?" "It was so much more than just sex. I remember you talking about your own connection with your father and how good the sex was. I know now that while I thought I understood what you were talking about, I didn't at all. The physical sex was great. He is so patient and kind and loving with me. He has the experience to make it wonderful. But there was more. There was a spiritual connection I didn't anticipate. It was like a more moderate Mary experience. It felt like an echo of what happened that night. But not nearly as intense." Jill looked thoughtful and then said, "For me, daddyfucks are the absolute best sex there is. As much as I enjoy Mike, and you, plus all of the other sex I have, there is nothing as good or as intense as sex with my father. I am sure it is different for every woman who experiences that kind of incest. If it were forced, I am sure it could be horrible. But my father and I chose to be lovers. Just like 'Mom' and her father. And even among those of us who deliberately chose to do it, the experience is going to be different. Tell me about what happened." "I followed your advice. I offered myself to him. Not directly, but I dressed and teased and was forward in a way that made myself clear. But I never backed him into a corner. It was his choice. Oh, I baited the hook and I reeled him in, but he could have jumped the line at any point. So, I took it slow and let him realize that this is what he wanted. He made his choices and I took full advantage. The first taste of his cum filling my mouth was Heaven. Then I gave him my virgin pussy. Oh, I know technically I wasn't virgin, but I don't think sex with God counts. And then, he took my ass. I was glad that Mike had taken me that way before and taught me how to make it good. In fact, I am also glad for all of the instruction I got from both of you on how to do oral. Daddy loved deepthroat. But again, good sex and mind blowing orgasms, while great, were not the best part. With Daddy, I experienced total love. I felt safe and warm. I knew a man who was totally committed to my welfare. And to my pleasure. His lovemaking was not just about getting his rocks off. It was an expression of his deepest, heartfelt absolute love. And I think that it was what he needed. After the failed marriage and divorce from Mom, he was just holed up in the middle of twenty acres. I think he was hiding from life and the possibility of more pain. I don't mean to say anything negative about sex with you and Mike, or any of the other people in the church I've loved. But this was just different. It was a whole different level." "I do understand what you are talking about." Jill said. "Sex with my father is incredible. I love it and I know I will never stop. I will crave his cock for the rest of my life. Like I told you before, Mike not only knows about it and approves, he helps make sure that I have time to see Daddy. He goes so far as to help me make the arrangements if I need him to. So I am so glad that you were able to make this connection. You know it is an absolute necessity for your continued journey toward Magdalene. And now you will be able to continue forward." "Why was it necessary?" Sheila asked. "Because sex with your father is the ultimate sex. There is not much beyond that. So it frees you from inhibitions about anything else. You will now experience a freedom in sexual unions that wasn't there before. Some people say it makes women promiscuous. But that is not true. What it does is make any choices you desire acceptable to you. Some women, because of immaturity or a lack of guidance, make a lot of bad choices. Establishing a loving, sexual relationship with their father can help bring stability to their life. Now, an older experienced man can provide a rock solid base from which they can build. And if sex with daddy is forced, can do a lot emotional damage. But when both father and daughter choose that relationship, it is amazingly freeing for you. And that is what we hoped it would do for you. Any kind of sex that you choose, without any guilt at all." "I saw you the other night." Sheila said tentatively. "When do you mean?" "The other night when you were with those two well-dressed men. Mike was watching and you all seemed very relaxed. Who were they? I have never seen them before. I thought I knew everyone in the church." "They aren't from the church, baby. They are business associates of Mike's and that is the first time I had met them." "And you had sex with them?" "Sure. Mike wanted me to. It was helping his business for us to make that kind of connection with those men. And I really enjoyed it. I got off having Mike watch me fuck them both like that. It was a lot of fun and I had some great orgasms with them. And better, when they were gone, Mike took me in the bed and screwed me to some of the best sex we've ever had. I am surprised the noise didn't wake you up." "Well, I was so tired I don't think a bomb could have woken me up. But I am still surprised about you having casual sex with, well I guess, strangers." "Sheila, you have taken a gigantic step on the road to Magdalene. I am willing to bet that before you saw it necessity of it, you would have never conceived that having sex with your father was something you would choose. But you did choose it. And I can assure you that there will be more choices before you get there. So one last question. Before you went to see your father, Mike refused to have regular sex with you. You finally figured out that it was because he was waiting for you to have sex with your father. And you figured out that he wouldn't do it because it concerned your journey to Magdalene. He didn't want to interfere with it. And I know his refusal to take you that way, and his orders that no one else could either, had you very bothered. But now that you have completed this next step, he will fuck your pussy, if you still want him to. And once he does, the bans on others will be lifted also. So do you still want Mike to take your pussy? Do you want to have sex with him that way, or will you be satisfied with him doing you anally? Because, him stroking your ass will never stop, even if you don't choose vaginal sex." Sheila answered, "Oh, hell yes I want him. I want that cock slamming me has hard as we can go. I have dreamed about that man fucking my pussy ever since those nights on the couch, when you two first started having sex with me. I mean, if that's OK with you, Jill." "It sure is sweetie. I am so happy that you still want it. You are going to love the way he feels inside you, the way he fills you up. And it is going to open up complete new worlds for you. There are some things we have to settle first. We need to set up a counseling session with 'Mom' and 'Dad.' But first, I think we need a little celebratory sex with just you and me." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* "You are doing quite well in your progress toward Magdalene" said 'Mom' Baylor. "You have come a long way from when you first came to the House of Love. You were a shy virgin. But you were willing to submit to God through his human representative and you became Mary. One of only a few Marys existing today. You had sex with the heavenly father. That opened you to a whole new world of submission and service. You have followed the advice and teaching of your primary deacon, Mike and his wife Jill. They have shown you the path so far. Sheila, I am so proud of you and your teachable spirit. Recognizing the authority of the church, obedience in action even when you did not understand. You are so worthy of the honor of Magdalene that will soon be yours. With all you have learned there is still a ways to go. You learned love with Mike and Jill. They taught you to love both men and women. You shared in their love for you and each other. You gave yourself to Mike in a way that pleases him completely. He loves having his cock in your ass. You experienced public sex and exhibitionism at the ladies' meeting when you loved three women, while all of the others watched. And now, finally, you have had sex with your earthly father as you did with your heavenly. You have destroyed all of the barriers that would have hindered you from full obedience and the full enjoyment of the blessings available to you. I know how long you have been frustrated because Mike would not fill your pussy with his marvelous cock. Well, now that drought is over and you are free to enjoy. But there is so much more that you can learn. Now there are no limits to the acts of love that you can experience. What we now want to show you is that every act of love is a form of worship. That first Mary worshiped as God took her and made her pregnant. She experienced the ultimate human joy of physical orgasm as God fucked her. He filled her with perfect seed and she bore a son. But there is more than just the physical union that took place. There was the spiritual as well. You know this. You had the Mary experience. And now your mission is to spread that joy to others through worship. Your acts of love will bring the world to a better place. To that end, you will need training so that you are able to anticipate and fulfill the needs of others. You know the basics of worship through acts of love, but there is much more you need to know. Skills you need to learn. Experiences you need to have. There is so much variety in the way people love each other. We are going to enroll you in what we call 'Practical Ministry Education'. There you will learn to fulfill the worship needs of others in the infinite variety of loving acts. Truthfully, you will have sex with almost every member of the church as they demonstrate to you how they worship." "Thank you so much for believing in me! I can't wait to get started!" Sheila replied. "Well good" 'Mom' said. "Because you start tonight. You will be going to Marcus and Jenna Stevens' house where you will spend several days, maybe a week, learning to love them." "That's the black guy with the white wife, right?" asked Sheila. "Yes, that's them. We need to know right off if you have any issues with people of other races. If there is any prejudice in you about loving all of God's people, we will have to rid you of that first thing. So far, you have only had sex with other white people. Do you have any questions? Mike and Jill will still be your direct authorities. They will set up your training schedule. You can, of course, have sex with them or anyone else they designate, even if you are assigned to a teaching house. While you are in a teaching house, the head of that house will have immediate authority over you, while Mike retains overall. Do you think that you can submit to the needs of people you have just met? That you really don't know at all?" "Yes, I think I can do this. If I get scared or confused, can I still call Mike if I need to?" "Anytime" 'Mom' said. \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Sheila went to Jill to talk over this latest development. "So, the next step along the road to Magdalene is that I begin having sex with everyone?" Sheila asked. "It's not like that," Jill replied. "You are not going to be having sex with just anyone who wants it anytime they like. It's not indiscriminate fucking. Mike and me, along with 'Mom', will be setting your schedule and selecting people for you. The purpose is to broaden your sexual horizons. Everyone in the church has a ministry to accomplish. You have the ability to bring love, comfort and healing to many people. That is your ministry. When you have a loving sexual encounter, you are demonstrating God's love to them on a very practical level. Lots of people talk about wanting to help, but are never willing to do what it takes to actually benefit people in the real world. In the book of James, the question is asked, "If someone comes to you and is cold and hungry, and you reply, 'Be warm and be fed', what good does it do?" None. You have not helped them at all. What we want for you, is that you begin a broad based practical training program. You will have sex with a lot of different people. You will learn much more about sexuality than Mike and me can teach you. We are just two people and our approach to sexuality is limited by who we are. But when you have sexual encounters with many different people, then you learn about all of the different approaches humanity has to love and the comfort derived from the loving act." "So I am actually going to become like a minister or something?" Sheila inquired. "Yes" Jill continued, "the historic church always has had lay ministers along with those who got paid to do ministry full time. The lay ministers were volunteers who worked alongside the professionals in order to accomplish the overall ministry of the church. They might even be ordained to their specific ministry. Sometimes lay ministers get paid, sometimes they don't. It all depends on the circumstances. But the nonprofessional status does not in any way detract from the ministry of the lay person. Their ministry is just as valid as that of the paid minister." Sheila ventured, "So instead of going to a school to learn how to be a minister, I get practical on-the-job training. And it doesn't take years to get a degree and is immediately applied to helping people". "Yes, but Mike is not going to let you go anywhere before he has a chance to fill your tight pussy with his own cock. He has wanted you for just as long as you have wanted him. I have had a hard time restraining him. Sometimes I did restrain him because he was so hard." Jill laughed at her little joke. "But I got all the benefits. Now it's your turn." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Mike took his time eating Sheila's pussy. It was really good. But it had always been good. Mike was an expert. Sheila lay on her back, knees up, legs spread wide. Jill lay beside her stroking Sheila's breasts, licking and sucking her hard nipples. Their lips met and tongues intertwined. None of this was new to Sheila. She had enjoyed this ménage many times before and things were just as good as ever. The only difference this time, was that Mike was actually going to fuck her pussy. "I'm ready, Mike, please fuck me now!" Sheila moaned. "I've had to wait so long, please fuck me." "Uhnt uh." The negative response from Mike was muffled as his head was still buried between Sheila's thighs. "You have waited this long. You can stand it a little while more. We want this to be special for you" Jill said. Mike flipped Sheila over, on her knees, shoulders on the mattress, ass in the air. Mike got on his knees and continued eating Sheila from behind. Jill leaned over from Sheila's side and tongued her ass. "Oh God, that feels so good." Sheila didn't know if she could get any higher. Desire was taking over her mind. Sensibility and rationality were fading away and a fierce sexual hunger was roaring in to take their place. She no longer cared about anything. Sheila just wanted to get fucked. "Do it now!" Sheila wailed. "Fuck me. I want your cock! Fuck me now!" "Not yet" Jill said. Sheila couldn't see what was going on behind her. She could only feel what her two lovers were doing. There was pressure at her ass. At first, Sheila didn't know what Jill was doing, but then she realized that a butt plug was being inserted. A large butt plug. "I want you to experience a double penetration" Jill told her. "This time it's just a nice plug, but soon it will be live and in person." When the plug was seated, Sheila sighed. She loved the feeling of fullness in her ass. She loved being fucked in the ass. A plug was a poor substitute for the real thing, but it would do for now. Jill reached under Sheila and began to finger her clit. They were driving her higher and higher to ecstasy. If they didn't stop, she was going to have a mind blowing orgasm. Just then, Mike pulled his mouth off of Sheila. He stood and started rubbing the head of his cock up and down Sheila's slit. She was so wet, so ready. Mike slowly pushed his cock into Sheila. He had just put the head inside of her when Sheila began to moan out her orgasm. Her pussy thrust upwards trying to get more of him inside. The cock penetrated ever deeper until Mike bottomed out. "Oh, fuck" Sheila screamed, "Fuck me hard!" With the plug in her ass and Mike's cock pounding her pussy, Sheila was stretched and penetrated to the point of pain. But there was something about the pain mixed with pleasure that was really turning her on. Sheila loved being dominated by Mike. He loved her and she could completely let herself go. Teaching at the House of Love had always emphasized submission, but it was always couched in terms of spiritual submission. Now Sheila was experiencing the practical outworking of that doctrine. Sheila loved feeling Mike's cock fill her. He was deep stroking her slash, taking time to savor the tight feeling of this barely used cunt. Slowly Mike increased speed and force. He began to pound Sheila's pussy. It didn't take long for Sheila to orgasm. Was it a series, or did she just experience one long continuous peak? She wasn't sure nor, at that moment, did she care. It was the ultimate. The little death. Mike pulled his cock out of Sheila. "No!" Sheila complained. But Jill slid under her and clamped her mouth onto Sheila's pussy. Mike repositioned himself for his favorite kind of sex. Back door entry. As Jill worked Sheila with her tongue, Mike pulled the plug and replaced it with his rod. "Yes, Baby. Yes. Take my ass. Fuck my ass! FUCK MY ASS!" Sheila was screaming as Mike filled her. He immediately began ramming her as hard as he could. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Faster!" Mike reamed that asshole without mercy. He fucked Sheila like he had fucked few women before. He had no thought of her pleasure, just how good his cock felt as that tight ring stroked him. His inner animal emerged and Sheila became just another bitch to be fucked into submission. He piston pumped her as hard and as fast as he could, sensing his orgasm approaching. He wanted to fill this slut's ass with his cum, just as he had so many before. The physical sensations of sex were incredible. But more than that, the mental pleasure of taking another sweet innocent girl from virgin to Magdalene was what really made this so exquisite. Soon her indoctrination would be complete. \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Mike and Jill had fucked Sheila to exhaustion. She was sleeping soundly in her bed. They shut the door to their room and were talking in low voices. They did not want to rouse her. "She really gave herself to us tonight, didn't she?" Mike said. "Yeah, she went into complete submission. No reservations" Jill observed. "Do you think she's ready?" "Yes. She is right there. We just need to get the education process going and have her experience every kind of sex we can. Everything we have done so far has finally got us to the point that she is open and willing to anything we do with her. She has accepted that God desires for her to have sex. He fucked her using 'Dad's' cock. She wants to submit to God and do what he wants her to do. And she knows that the church is the agency God has created to guide her along the right path. So she will submit to whatever the church says. Especially you, since you are her Deacon and her direct authority. She will submit to the both of us and give her body to be fucked by anyone in any way we direct. It's time. We need to call 'Mom' in the morning. Chapter 11 – Sheila's Education The next morning, Sheila began to consider the events of the previous evening. There was an unspoken conversation starting inside her head. "I thought it would be better. The fucking was great, but something isn't right. Who can I talk to? There's really no one. Can't talk to Jill. Can't talk to 'Mom'. Shit. Did I build up having Mike's cock in my pussy to an unrealistic level? No, the sex was good. I orgasmed plenty. I loved the way he felt in me. I want to do it again. So what the fuck is wrong with me? What's missing?" Sheila couldn't figure it out. She had to get ready and go on with her day. Work wasn't going to care if she was having a bad day because she couldn't figure out what was wrong with the great sex she had had last night. It seemed so absurd, like a contradiction to use the thoughts 'great sex' and 'something wrong' in the same sentence. If it made her cum so much, how could it be bad? She would just have to figure it out later. That same morning, Mike placed a call to 'Mom'. "Did you call me to tell me that you are coming over to fuck my irresistible ass?" Mom teased. "If you are, then bring Jill because I want her to eat me while you do." Mike teased her right back. "Well, that's not why I called, but if you are desperate I'll see what I can do. You know how much I love shoving my cock in your back door." "Oh, I'm never desperate sweet cakes. I have two brothers that I have trained to fuck on command just the way I like it. And then there are the wives also. Best lesbian fucks in town." "I thought it was your sons you had trained" Mike answered knowing full well the reality of their relationship to 'Mom'. "You know how it is. Some days I fuck my brothers, some days I fuck my sons. Convenient that they are the same people, isn't it?" Mike laughed. "I guess so! Anyway, I'm calling about Sheila. She's ready for the in-house education." "So you finally fucked that little bitch? Took long enough. You did Donna in two weeks as I recall." "Yeah, but Donna had already been having sex with her father for a long time. With her, I could just appropriate that experience and move in quickly. Sheila started here as a virgin, so we had to take the slow approach. But it was worth it." "Good fuck?" "Yes, definitely." "Well, when I talked to her, I told her I was going to send her over to Marcus and Jenna Stevens' house." "I'm not sure that's a good idea" Mike replied. "I think that is going to be a bit much for her first time out. We are going to have to ease her into that scene. Need to start out with something a little more, umm, tame than that." "You think she has a problem with interracial sex?" Mom asked. "No. I don't think she has a prejudiced bone in her body. It's just that they are so into Bondage. Plus, there is the whole 'Black Bull Fucks White Woman' thing. It's the center piece at all of their events. Yeah, lots of white couples into that, but I think it's too much for Sheila to start out with. Better to wait a while." "What about Bill and Patty?" 'Mom' asked "They like to swing and usually have something going on with another couple most weekends. Bill loves watching Patty have sex with other men. Women, too. Patty likes watching Bill just as much. Sheila could be the fifth. I think it would be an easier introduction to group. Whatever you think is best. Talk it over with Jill. Get her input on this also." "Already did. Jill likes the idea of her starting out 'plain vanilla', so to speak. Nothing threatening, just some average sized cocks. Nothing too scary. We need to see how she reacts doing things she has already done with us, but with new people she hasn't really interacted with much. Sex with strangers, but not really strangers, because she has seen them at church. We will move her towards experiencing Bill and Patty. Bit by bit, you know? That might be a good situation. Especially if we are going to have them double her for the first time." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Sheila arrived at Bill and Patty's about 7PM on Friday night. They usually partied on Fridays so that they could sleep in and recover on Saturday morning. They were a couple in their late 20's, but had no children. That certainly made their lifestyle much less complicated. The house was a modest sized ranch style. Nothing fancy about it, but mostly well maintained. That was in keeping with the neighborhood. Few owners, mostly renters. It was also in keeping with most of the membership at the House of Love. Blue collar working types, few professionals. Both husband and wife having jobs just to make ends meet. Patty met Sheila at the front door. Sheila recognized her hostess from church. They had never spoken much before, just the "Hi, how are ya's?" said during greeting time in the middle of the Sunday service. It was typical of the kind of sexual encounters Mike and Jill were directing her to have. "Come on in" Patty said as she gave Sheila a full hug. Patty pressed herself into Sheila's body. She tilted her head so that she could nuzzle Sheila's neck. Patty's tongue lightly dragged on her skin and traveled up to where her lips closed on the ear lobe. After lightly sucking, Sheila heard whispered into her ear, "I've wanted to party with you for so long. I'm already wet." Patty pulled Sheila through the front door and swung it shut behind them. She then pushed Sheila back up against the door and took Sheila's hand in hers. Patty pulled up her short skirt directed Sheila's fingers into the wetness between her thighs. One finger penetrated Patty's hot cunt. "See how wet I am?" Sheila's hand was pulled away and redirected to her mouth. Patty pressed Sheila's now wet fingers between her own lips. Sheila rolled her tongue around them and cleaned Patty's pussy juice off. "Do you like the taste? I love the taste of good pussy. I'm sure I will love the taste of yours." Sheila was somewhat takes aback by the abruptness of the sexual contact. No warm up. Just full ahead into sex play. Patty didn't seem interested in Sheila as a person so much. She felt like she was just a sex object that Patty wanted to play with. Patty turned and taking Sheila by the hand, led her further into the house. The furnishings were as modest as the rest of the house. Everything was serviceable, but nothing expensive or fancy. "What is that?" Sheila asked referring to a collection of straps hanging from the ceiling. There were sex toys scattered about the room, but Sheila had never seen anything like the contraption hanging from the ceiling. "Oh, that's a sex swing. It's a lot of fun. You sit in it and it allows you to be taken any number of ways. Real convenient if you are into multiple partners at once. But don't do anything you are not into. If you don't like it, don't do it. These parties are a great way to experiment and try new things. Some you will like, some not so much. If you decide to try something new, and turns out it was a bad choice, just say you want to stop and it will. Nobody here is going to try to force you i

nto anything. I know you have seen the sex toys and bits of rope and some floggers that I have taken out. Don't worry. We just have fun. We are not into serious domination like some are." "Are there people like that in church? I mean into serious domination?" Patty just looked at Sheila in amazement. It was then that Patty realized Sheila actually did not know what the House of Love was really about. How could anyone be so naive? Patty was one of those who participated in the social life of the church having clarity concerning how things were. Not only knew, but reveled in it, enthusiastically promoted it. Sex without restrictions. "Yes, not many, but some. I'm sure that Mike will have you make a stop there along the tour." "Tour of what?" Sheila asked. Patty was surprised that Sheila wasn't following what she was talking about. "Your sex tour baby. That's what this is all about. You are here to be exposed to new kinds of sex and learn lots of new ways to fuck. Try everything. You will find a lot of things you really like that you never thought you would. That's what happened to Bill and me. We started swinging after 'Mom' hooked us up with other couples and told me to try out new cocks. Bill got new pussy to fuck and turns out we both liked it. We would have never thought so until we gave in and tried it out. There's other stuff we found out about, but you will see that later. For now, relax and have a drink if you like while we wait for late arrivals." It wasn't long before there was another knock on the front door. In walked another couple, Jim and Susan Williams. They were about the same age as Bill and Patty. Jim walked directly over to Patty and embraced her while starting a passionate kiss. His hand slid up to encompass her breast. Their sexual contact was just as abrupt as hers and Patty's had been. "Wow! Miss me sailor?" Patty asked when they broke the kiss. All four of the partners laughed. "He's always had a thing for you, girl" Susan said as she walking over to Patty. "I do believe that he would rather have you than his wife. Last night, when we fucked, he deliberately looked right into my eyes and kept calling me 'Patty'." Susan's hand caressed Patty's other breast while her lips replaced her husband's. "Ahem!" Bill loudly and theatrically cleared his throat. "I think I am being neglected here." Jim walked over to Bill. Much to Sheila's surprise, he engaged Bill in a deep kiss. It was every bit as passionate as the one he had given to Patty. Jim's hand stroked Bill's cock through his pants. The kiss continued as Bill's hand reached around to pull Jim's head in harder. Sheila sat down on the couch as she was too stunned to remain standing. Susan and Patty sat on either side of her. "You didn't think only women were bisexual, did you?" Susan asked. "I just never thought about it" Sheila replied. "We love watching boys fuck" Patty added to the conversation. "It really gets Susan and I wound up. It's so hot watching them. Don't you think so?" Sheila watched as Bill sank to his knees and unleashed Jim's cock. As he withdrew it from Jim's pants, he lovingly stroked it, wrapping his fingers around its girth. Then Bill brought his head forward until the head parted his lips and drove into his mouth. Sheila could observe Bill's action as his tongue rolled around while his whole head bobbed back and forth along the shaft. Patty and Susan were both jilling themselves off at a furious rate. It was obvious that they both really did enjoy watching their husbands go bisexual. Jim spoke to Bill. "That's right, boy. Suck my cock. Get it nice and hard so I can use it to fuck your wife. She's told me how much she wants me to fuck her while we make you watch. You want that don't you? You want to watch your wife become my little fuck slut, don't you?" Bill could only mumble his assent, as his mouth was still full of Jim's cock. Patty leaned over and whispered in Sheila's ear. "This is just a little game we like to play when we get together. They take turns playing each part. The boys know that it gets us girls really hot and ready to fuck. We haven't been able to convince them to do anal yet. Oral is as far as they will go, but there's always next time!" Jim pulled his cock out of Bill's mouth and walked directly over to Patty. He knelt in front of her and pulled her hips toward him until her pussy hung out over the edge of the couch. His hips rocked forward and the hard cock he sported drove straight into Patty's cunt, all the way to the root. "Fuck, yeah!" Patty screamed. "Fuck my cunt! Fuck me hard! Are you watching a real man fuck me, Bill?" While Jim began to piston pump Patty, Susan got off of the couch and swung around to kneel in front of Sheila. "Time to get you ready to play" she said to Sheila. With that, she dove into Sheila's slit and began to eat her out with passion. Susan was into pussy and Sheila was going to enjoy the benefits of her desire. The ministrations to her sex were taking her to heights of pleasure and getting her ready for what Susan had implied. "Yeah, baby. Now that you're wet, it's time for a good fuck. Bill get over here and fill up this cunt." Bill knelt in front of Sheila and much as Jim had done to Patty, he pulled Sheila's hips forward and pushed straight in. "Fuck! She's so tight!" Bill said. "Oh God. She's almost like a virgin!" The rest of the evening was spent exploring every combination of persons and holes the five of them could conjure. They finally would down around midnight, all of them sexually spent. Sheila declined the invitation to stay the night as she wanted to recover in her own bed and not be awakened in the morning. \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* "How was your evening?" Jill asked Sheila when she had awakened. "Well, there were some things that surprised me" Sheila replied. "Like what?" Sheila thought for a moment before saying anything. She wanted to be careful how she said what she wanted to express. Being misunderstood wouldn't be helpful. "I was surprised by how there was no warm up before sex. Patty kind of went right at me as soon as I got there. And when Jim and Susan showed up, it was much the same. 'Hi! How are you? Let's fuck.' It was different for me, because all my previous encounters began with a relationship of some sort. There was a connection with the people I was having sex with. Even when I had sex with the girls at the Women's Meeting, I still felt part of the group. But last night it was just about a physical sensation of sexual pleasure and having orgasms. I was also surprised by Bill and Jim's bi-sexual play. I don't know why I was surprised, really. I shouldn't have been, I think. I mean, I have sex with girls, so it shouldn't be a problem if guys get together also. But overall while the sex was good, I got off lots of times, I am still having a problem with it being so impersonal. I had sex with people that I have seen before, but who aren't actually my friends. I don't have any actual relationship other than we go to the same church." Jill considered how she would be able to lead Sheila forward on her journey to Magdalene. Sheila was at a crucial stage and Jill did not want all of their hard work to go to waste. This girl had potential to be one of the most productive Magdalenes the church had ever produced. She could do wonders for the church, if they could just get her over this hump. "You have to think of it this way" Jill began. "When 'Dad' or Mike teach or preach, they are providing a service. The particular service at that moment is knowledge, or may be encouragement, or maybe comfort. But different people accept that service in different ways and to different extent. Some are able to accept it totally. Others are not quite so far along in their spiritual maturity. And you will also find that some people take very well to one part of the message, but not so well to other aspects of what we teach. When we minister to people, we have to take people for who they are and where they are at. Everyone is different and we must make allowances for that. Your session last night may have seemed strange to you, but consider that both of those couples have known each other for years and this is not the first time they have played together. So along the way, they have worked out what works well for them. As far as not having an emotional connection, that is just the way it works out sometimes. When we minister to people, whether it is preaching, or in your case the practical demonstration of love, we don't always get to have that connection with everyone to whom we minister. It's just not possible. Mike can't stand in a room of fifty people and have, at that moment, an emotional connection with every one of them. He has to give out his ministry as best as he is able without having the lack of that tie stop him from sharing with them. It's the same for your ministry. Sometimes you just have to perform the ministry to which you are called, regardless of your feelings. You just have to demonstrate practical love whether you have feeling to accompany that act of ministry or not." "I think I understand" Sheila said. "Mike may not feel like teaching or maybe doing counseling on any given day or to a particular group, but he does it anyway because he is called to that ministry." "That's right" Jill stated. "Because it is not about Mike, or you at that point, it's about them. It is always about the ministry service you are providing for their benefit. And we provide that service whether we feel a connection or not. One other thing we need to talk about. And that is ways to make your ministry more effective." Jill brought out a small, black three ring note book and handed it to Sheila. "This is small enough so that you can carry it with you or hide it away somewhere so that no one will be able to find it. Because you are going to fill it with very sensitive personal information about the people that you minister to. After every ministry session, you will need to write down everything you know about how to effectively communicate love to them. Along with their personal information like birthdates, family information, phone numbers and things such as that, you will also need to record what they like sexually and what they don't. In other words, what communicates love to that particular person. This will be most important going forward in your ministry. If there is a next time with them, you can refer to your little black book and be better prepared for your next encounter. But guard it well, because sometimes what you write in there could do a lot of damage, if it was to be made public knowledge. Understand?" Sheila assured Jill that she did understand, and that she would be very careful with the book. "Good. Because I have a new schedule of appointments for you. Remember that you may continue to see things that will be new and maybe surprising. I am trying to give you the broadest exposure possible to the variety of ways in which people give and receive love. This is your training ground. Learn everything you can so that when you are released into the next level of ministry, you won't be surprised by what you see and you can handle the situation in order to be effective in your communication of love." Sheila spoke. "I am so excited by the prospect of learning how to be an effective minister. I have thought about how good it would be to be able to show love in a practical way to people who needed it. And I am looking forward to that the next level of her ministry. I want to be a Magdalene. I'm not even sure what that is, but I know it is the next higher step. And you, Mike and 'Mom' would only guide me on a good path." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ Sheila continued to expand her sexual horizons through her encounters with various members of the church. When she had gone through most of the core members, those who were allowed to participate in the knowledge of deeper spiritual truths, there came a point where there was little she had not seen and tried. One effect was that Sheila arrived at a place where the emotional connections did not matter so much. She was there to fuck, and through sex, offer to people the love that they needed. It didn't matter if she liked the sex she was having. While she certainly did most of the time, what mattered most was that the people she was ministering to were satisfied. One day Jill and Mike approached her and said that they needed to talk with her. "Your training is almost done" Mike told her. "Jill has very effectively managed your education and the gaining of the experience you will need as a Magdalene. But there is one last encounter you need. A kind of test for you to see if you are really ready to minister to all kinds of people. As you know, some kinds of people are easier to minister to that others. Sometimes it is because our personalities or preferences clash. That just happens with people. But we have to be able to get over it in order to minister to the world. And that is where our ministry is headed, out into the world. Soon you will be ministering outside the comfort of our church family. So we are finally going to send you to Marcus and Jenna Stevens' house. There you will see a way of loving that not everyone can accept. You may not either. Or you may find that you really get into what they do. It might be that there is one side or the other of what they do that gets you really turned on. But no matter how you feel about it, you still need to know that this is the way some people do love." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Chapter 12 – "U" Turn The Steven's were not the typical church members. That is, they were not financially stressed. Both husband and wife were professional something-or-others. Nor were they as young as most. Many considered them to be "old". That is how lots of people in their late teens and early Twenties viewed someone who had passed Thirty. The most conspicuous difference was that they were an interracial couple. That was most unusual. It was not always accepted by society in that time and place. Sheila thought that Marcus looked like a football player. Maybe a lineman, large, muscular, very black. Sheila didn't know much about American football, but she did know that the really big, powerful guys were on the line. She also knew that the most aggressive played offense. Sheila considered Jenna to be one of the prettiest women in the church. Certainly on par with Jill. Personality wise, they almost seemed to be sisters. Sheila didn't know Jenna much at all. But she and Jill seemed to be of one mind in their attitude toward most things. Jenna was what people called a hardbody. Flat stomach, toned muscles, someone who spent time doing workouts. Beautiful face, large breasts, killer body, she could have easily been making a living as a model. Men in the church fawned over her. Some of the women, too. Like a queen bee being attended by drones. And her attitude toward them was much the same. Their attention was her due. Not that she was ever overtly unkind to anyone. She simply expected their compliance. Marcus seemed to be much the same. There was no obvious compulsion. It was simply that if one chose to be in orbit around them, then one submitted to their dominance. And they did absolutely rule all their domain. One afternoon, Sheila received a phone call. "Hello. This is Jenna Stevens. I am trying to reach Sheila." "That's me. What can I do for you?" Sheila replied. With a bit of mirth in her voice, Jenna said, "Well we can discuss that some time when we are a bit more intimate. I can think of all sort of things you can do for me. But what I am calling about is that I would like to invite you to an event at our house. 'Mom' Baylor has requested for me to include you. It is something I have wanted to do for a while now, but I was told that you were not ready. Also, I would like to meet you and get to know you before you attend. Would that be alright with you?" Sheila was somewhat taken aback by the aggressive flirting from someone she didn't know at all. Also, a personal invitation from Jenna was surprising. Sheila did not consider herself to be on the same level as the Stevens. She thought their station in the scheme of things to be above hers, but she sensed no condescension from Jenna. She was being treated as an equal. It was not what she expected. "Of course, I would love to." "I'll come pick you up at your house." Jenna arrived on the agreed evening. She had insisted on driving Sheila to their destination. Sheila realized that using Jenna's car and having her drive them both, put Jenna in control. Which is what Jenna wanted. "Where are we going?" Sheila inquired. "Some where I am sure you have never been. It may be uncomfortable for you, but maybe that's the point of it all. Expanding one's horizons is often stressing because we are drawn outside of that which is known, safe, and reassuring. 'Mom' has been providing a social/sexual education for you. Marcus and I are going to be a part of that process, but at a new level. You need to know who you are and I can see that you do not yet understand your place." They arrived at an inconspicuous building. It could have been anything, a business, a warehouse, or a club. And that is what it was. A club that didn't want to attract attention. A club with no sign to announce itself. The kind of place where you had to know someone to even know that the place existed. Sheila was not surprised to find that Jenna had taken her into a dimly lit room. It just kind of went with the vibe she was getting from Jenna. They held hands as Jenna took the lead and walked Sheila over to an unoccupied table. Not a table at which one would sit. It was tall with no chairs in evidence. This was designed to accommodate its patrons standing. A waitress approached. Her appearance was that of a very young waif. Thin, long blond hair, small breast which flashed through the loosely fitting blouse. Not that it would have mattered that much, as the material was so sheer as to leave little to the imagination. The face was impossibly young. But Sheila knew that it's appearance must be deceiving. There was no way that any underage girls would be allowed in this place, let alone serving liquor. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the lack of light, the next thing Sheila noticed was the people. There were pairs or small groups of very feminine women, mixed couples at some tables, and scattered groups of very masculine men, most of whom were not very attractive. Most of then looked at least a little overweight and sported man boobs. The plaid shirts, blue jeans and work boots spoke of rough, hard working men. Blue collar types come in to blow off some steam. But something didn't fit. The décor was very upscale and the sound system was definitely premium. Not some jukebox in a honky-tonk. The music was techno pop that had just recently become popular. Sheila had heard that it was designed for the express purpose of making the listener want to fuck. The driving beat did make her want to move. "Tell me what you see" Jenna said to Sheila. "What do you mean?" Sheila replied. "Look around and tell me what you see in this place. Describe it. What are your first impressions?" "I don't know" Sheila mused. "It seems odd." "How so?" 'Well the outside looks like this would be a dive. But inside it looks expensive." Jenna nodded to indicate that Sheila was correct. "It is. This place is very expensive." Sheila continued, "The music doesn't seem to fit the patrons. At least, some of them. I would expect to see most of these guys at a shit-kicker bar. But many of the women are dressed to the nines. The two groups don't seem to fit. Their appearances clash. It's like they are from two different planets or something." "They're not. So if their appearance seems to divide them, think of what would be bringing them together. Why would they spend this kind of money to be here? What is their common purpose?" "So I need to think about why these red neck guys would be in a bar with all of these very feminine, high maintenance women?" "Yes, but you have missed a very important clue." "What would that be?" "There are no males in this bar." Sheila's mouth fell open in complete shock. She was literally speechless. Jenna continued. "Don't assume that what you see at first blush, is reality. You need to look closer before making judgments about who people are." "What is this place?" "A very expensive, very exclusive, very quietly run club whose owners work hard to keep its existence off of the public's radar." "What is so important about that?" "Many of the very feminine, 'high maintenance" women, as you called them, are exactly that. They are married to politicians, judges, and legislators. Actually, the wife and daughter of the county sheriff are here tonight. This place is well protected, so to speak. They come here to get what they want, but can't expose to the world. What they need is sex that is taboo, forbidden, and sometimes illegal." "So how does that happen? I mean, how do they get away with a place like this?" "It's the golden rule. Those that have the gold make the rule. Money is power. Those with power can make their own rules. One set of rules for the little people. Another set for those who have the ability to make things the way that they want them to be. But money is not the only source of power. Often it is the most fragile." "What kind of power would top wealth?" Sheila asked. "Spiritual power. The kind that you have." "I have?" Sheila was incredulous. "I haven't got any power! What do you mean?" "You have great power, but you have not yet realized it. That is why we are here. You need to begin to understand who you are. You are Mary. In the church, you have more authority than anyone except 'Mom'. You have more power than anyone including 'Dad' and Mike. Your only peers are the other Marys. Together, you control everything at the House of Love." Sheila continued to be dumbfounded at what Jenna was saying. "You control who fucks who. You give blessing to who marries whom and how long they continue to be. If you like, you can reassign a spouse to a new lover. If you want to punish someone, make them watch while their old mate fucks the new. Anything within the inner circle of the House of Love is yours for the taking. Any sex, any person, any possession." "This is crazy" Sheila croaked. "What does the House of Love have to do with this place? And why did you bring me here?" "The church actually has no direct ties to this place at all, except for the fact that at the highest levels the social circles overlap. You will get to know many of the powerful women who frequent this place and, at times, you will find yourself their guest at this and other secret clubs. You will be joining them in certain activities. You are here to learn something. First, don't make assumption about people. You thought that the so-called rednecks were men. Next you are assuming that they are the dominants. Wrong on both counts. Most of the femmes here are wealthy and well connected into the power structure that runs this town. Some that run this state and the country. They are dominants. Most of what you assumed are the bulls, are actually submissives. The look belies their insecurity, which the truly powerful exploit and use to their own gratification. But do not assume you know who is what. Because there are many exceptions to even that 'rule'. Some 'bulls' are very aggressive. Some of the femmes come here to be dominated. Discriminating between them is something you will learn to do. Second, you are here to learn a little about your own power and how to use it. A kind of preliminary introduction. You must learn to take what you want. See something you like? Reach out and grab it. Do with it whatever you will. You have that kind of authority in the church. Most people are sheep. They don't want to think for themselves. They don't want to have to decide their own life. They are lazy and content to follow, as long as the grazing is good. They will do whatever the shepherd wants. That's how the House of Love is structured. In fact, that is why it exists. So that the shepherds can get what they want from the sheep who are happy to give it, in exchange for the illusion of safety. Convince them that God speaks through you, then tell them that God wants this or that. Tell a man that God wants him to share his wife with others, like Joseph shared Mary with God. Then watch him deliver his wife to be fucked by anyone you chose. You are at the top of the food chain. Eat whatever you desire. Now a little demonstration. See that girl standing at the bar?" "Who? I don't know who you mean." Sheila said. "The very young looking one. The one looking at you." Jenna pointed her out. "Oh, I see her now. What about her?" The girl in question was dressed for sex. Her dress offered, the teased. It hid and revealed at the same time. It was the kind of outfit that seemed to create more nudity than being altogether naked. "She is waiting for you. I want you to walk over to her and give her a passionate open mouth kiss. Curl her toes." Sheila objected. "She looks way too young. Why is she in this place anyway? Isn't it against the law for someone so young to be in here?" "Don't worry. She passed her eighteenth birthday." "Can't be by much!" Sheila said. Jenna gave a sly smile. "Doesn't matter how much. Just that she did. And don't worry about her. She is very, very experienced and she wants to submit to you. In fact, she has been prepared for you. Now go over there and take her. When you do, as you kiss her, reach up under her skirt, cup her cunt, and push a couple of fingers inside. You will find her wet and most willing." "Won't everyone see me?" "Kind of the point." It was something of a turn-on for Sheila. Power is very sexy, for both them that take, and them that give. The whole idea had Sheila getting wet. Here was a knockout young girl who apparently was willing to completely submit to any of Sheila's desires. Who wouldn't want that? And so Sheila did exactly that. Without a word, she walked to the bar, took the girl and kissed her. Without any preliminaries, Sheila also reached up under the girl's skirt and began to finger fuck her, right there in full sight of everyone, making it very obvious what she was doing. The girl made no effort to hide the event. She wanted everyone to see what Sheila was doing to her. She was proud that she had been counted as worthy to be the sexual submissive of the newest Mary. Sheila didn't realize that Jenna had walked to where she stood stroking the girl for all the world to see. "Bring her. We have other places to go tonight." After a thirty-minute ride, they arrived at the strip club that was right next to the House of Love. Sheila had never been inside. She had never conceived of a reason to do so. "Why did we stop here?" Sheila was curious. "To see a different kind of power" Jenna replied. \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Jenna led the small group straight into the entrance. The beefy bouncer just nodded toward them as they approached. The sign declared the cover charge due, which was promptly ignored as they were let inside. As they encountered various people who Sheila assumed were employees. There were brief acknowledgements made. People quietly greeted, nodded their heads and/or side stepped out of the way. Jenna was treated with deference by the employees of the establishment. Sheila wondered if this was the different kind of power that Jenna had referred to when she spoke of it. There was no way of knowing at that moment, but Sheila did take notice of the subtle display. Jenna had behaved in a way that assumed rather than demanded. They proceeded deeper into the building. On the right was a large, dimly lit, circular room. It had a continuous upholstered bench around the perimeter with small tables in front of it at regular intervals. Cocktail waitresses moved along it, gathering and replacing empty glasses. In the center was a raised circular platform. It featured a large vertical pole and a very nude woman. In contrast to the rest of the room, the stage was brightly lighted. The woman sensually danced before the patrons. "She owns them" Jenna whispered. "Those men will do what she wants of them, and are paying her for the privilege of being under her domination. Watch her power. People think that these men are exploiting her. But it is she who exploits them. Their cocks are rock hard and they want to fuck her, but they can't have her. They buy drinks and give her tips, literally throw money at her, to maintain the illusion that they can have her. But they never will. That's power." "Is that what you wanted me to see? That kind of power over people?" Sheila asked. "That's part of it. But you already noticed the kind of power on display when we walked in here. Now this other kind of power wielded by the dancer. But power can be displayed and enjoyed in many different ways." Jenna led them deeper into the building down a long corridor toward another door. In front of the door stood three people. Two of them were very large men. They looked to be in the three hundred plus pound range, impressively huge. The third was a small Asian woman. Jenna turned toward Sheila. "Tell me what you see." Sheila stood still and tried to puzzle out what Jenna was talking about. Two very powerful looking males and one female only one third their size. It took her a moment, then it became very clear to Sheila what Jenna was showing her. She was very surprised by the revelation. "She is the deadly one. She could take out both of those men anytime she wanted to and they both know it. She has all the power." "Very good. How do you know?" Jenna asked. "I'm not sure. It is not anything overt. But I can definitely see it." Sheila answered. "Good. Your subconscious mind is reading the clues from body language. There may well be some metaphysical things going on as well. Those usually take a longer time to develop. As you progress, you will learn to recognize power exchanges going on all around you. You will be able to consciously look for and recognize them. This will become an increasingly important skill as you step into Magdalene." Sheila inquired, "Who is she?" "She is Si Fu. She is a master of Northern Chinese Praying Mantis style of Kung Fu. And you are quite right in your assessment that she is very deadly in a fight. I will also tell you that she is an amazing fuck in bed. A real freak in the sheets. You may choose to experience her submission for yourself." "How could I have her submit to me?" Sheila was amazed that Jenna could suggest such a thing. "You do not yet understand who you are. What "Mary" is. Again, you are more powerful, have more authority than anyone in the church, except 'Mom' and the other Marys. 'Mom' is the first among equals, and has the ultimate authority. Don't challenge her. And whatever you do, don't cross her" Jenna explained. "But what about 'Dad' and Mike and the other male Deacons? And Jill and the others who have been directing me?" "Oh dear," Jenna sighed. "You do have a lot to learn." As they moved toward the three blocking the way, the small woman barked out a word Sheila could only assume was Chinese. Instantly, the two men flattened their backs against the walls, making as much room as possible for them to pass. The Asian made a slight bow to Jenna and stepped out of the way. As Jenna passed, she then stepped back to her original position, again blocking the passage and now standing directly in front of Sheila. Sheila wondered if this woman intended to allow her to pass at all. But to her amazement, the woman slowly sunk to her knees, bent forward until her face touched the ground. She was prostrate at Sheila's feet, in a position of worship. Sheila looked at Jenna who had turned to observe after she has been passed by the guards. She gave Jenna a look of, "What the hell do I do now?" Jenna responded with a small movement of her hand, palm up, fingers flexing together in an up and down motion. Sheila understood. "You may rise" Sheila intoned, sounding imperious and awkward at the same time. The whole thing made her feel ridiculous, yet powerful. The small woman raised her torso, then gracefully stood. Her head was still bowed as she moved to the side to let Sheila and her new submissive pass. "You get used to it" Jenna said as they closed the gap. "And it becomes more delicious the more you taste it. Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac." They had finally reached the door and entered. Sheila put her hand on the door knob. But she did not open it. Slowly her hand released the knob and returned to her side. Her entourage stared at her wondering what was next. If they asked, Sheila could not tell them because, at that moment, she was having an intense conversation with herself. Everything Sheila had been shown this night was about power. But the power offered was very seductive. It was a powerful aphrodisiac which she had experienced in the club. But there was something not right. Something was nagging in the far back of Sheila's mind that told her to not open the door. Whatever it was ill-defined. But it was there and insistent. Jenna had said things to her about the church, and its relation to power and submission. But Sheila didn't understand just what Jenna was saying. She heard the words, but they did not fit the paradigm Sheila had formed about her circumstances. So the information did not penetrate into her thinking. It was confusing. What Sheila did realize was that she was being herded. People were controlling her. She was being directed from one place and event to another. She was being shown a path designed by others. They said she had great power. But she was following their agenda. She was given a willing slave, who would try to fulfill any desire she had. Jenna introduced her to the idea power over another was an intense sexual stimulant. And it was, but is that what she wanted? She was shown a woman who had power over men and used it to make money. But is that how Sheila wanted to use power? And she surmised that whatever lay behind that door was more of the same. Except it would be deeper, darker and more exploitive. Time to find out if she had actual power or was that an illusion. Everyone was saying she had it. But were they telling the truth, or just telling her what would feed her lust for it? "Thank you for the tour, but I wish to go home." Sheila did not offer an explanation. If she had the power they claimed she had, none was necessary. I would not matter the reason, only that it was what she desired. As she began to move away from the door none of her keepers moved. They were too stunned that she had not entered the room. Jenna had expected to show Sheila how to indulge her darkest desires. To feed her a massive dose of the drug called power that would keep her in addiction for the rest of her life. Once it had a hold of someone, it was almost impossible to kick the habit. "Everything was going so well," Jenna thought. "What happened? We almost had her." Jenna would have to report the failure. Sheila walked past the entourage, past the guards, to the bouncers at the entrance. She never once looked back to see if anyone was following her. "I want a limo here now" she said firmly. "That would take an hour to get here" the bouncer replied. "Does the owner of this establishment have a limo and driver awaiting his needs on the premises?" "Yes mistress, but they are only..." the large man began to reply. Sheila cut him off. "That will do nicely." The man looked like a deer in headlights. "Now!" \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* The limo had a very nice ride. It was a comfortable trip home. Sheila had commanded the driver to leave the club immediately. Her new submissive had made it inside before the driver sped away. Now she was kneeling on the floor of the rear seating area right in front of Sheila. "May I pleasure you now, Mistress?" as she opened her blouse to reveal perfect breasts. "Will you do anything I want?" "Yes, Mistress. I will do my best to fulfill any desire you have." "Good. Close your blouse, sit your ass in the seat, and put on your seat belt." Sheila continued, "Where do you live?" The girl was confused by Sheila's very odd question. "With you Mistress. I am yours to bed and use." "Where did you live before tonight? Could you return there to live while you await my pleasure?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Then that is my desire" Sheila directed. Then to the driver Sheila said, "After you drop me off at my house, take this woman wherever she needs to go. Then you may return to the club." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* "What the hell happened?" Jill asked. "You just walked out of the club, commandeered the owner's limo, and sent the girl home. What were you thinking?" "It's way too early in the morning for this conversation" Sheila said to herself. She looked at Jil

l. "I just woke up. I haven't had my coffee. And I'm hungry. So hold your horses until I'm functioning." Jill was a little shocked by the pushback. Sheila had never been one to do that. She had always been compliant, always eager to do whatever was suggested by leaders of the church. So she watched in silence as Sheila puttered around the kitchen making her breakfast. "Want some?" Sheila asked. "Sure" Jill replied. "Anything special?" "No, whatever you make will be fine." When Sheila finished preparing the food, she sat with Jill while they ate without conversation. When they were done and the dishes cleared, Sheila returned to the table. "OK. What do you want to know?" "Things went off track last night. Your actions surprised people. It was out of character. I just wanted to know what went wrong with you." "Nothing went wrong with me" Sheila replied. There was a hint annoyance in her voice. "I got tired of people shoving me in a direction I didn't want to go. They were dragging me around, showing me examples of people using power for sexual dominance. They foisted off on me some poor girl, whose name I don't even know, trying to make her my submissive or sex slave or something. I don't really know what. Power is an amazing sexual stimulant, if you are into that sort of thing. And for a moment I almost went for a swim in that pool. But it is not who I am. Oh, I can play that game for the benefit of others. I have done so many times in the last year while ministering love to members of the church. But I do it because that is what they need, not what I need. Like faking an orgasm to save someone's ego. But I will not be forced to go where I don't want to go. I keep hearing how I am supposed to have so much authority because I am a Mary. How I can tell people to do whatever I want them to do. I can have any sex partner I want. If I want a cock that is married to some other woman, that doesn't matter. I can just take him, fuck him any way I please. I can order her to watch if I like. Same for the wife. If I want some pussy, just take it. Order any woman in the church to my bed. Use her. Share her with anyone I wish. The unattached are just that much easier. I got to that door and realized that whatever was in there, I wasn't interested. It was just going to be more of the same. Just worse. I didn't know what it would be, but I was sure I wouldn't like it. So I am supposed to have all of this power to order people about. Well, I was fed up with all of the pushing and shoving and I decided to find out if this power was real or not. Was it just smoke blown up my ass, or would people really jump? So I just walked out. Fuck 'em. I was just pissed off with what they were trying to do to me. To coin a phrase, I was mad as hell and I wasn't taking it anymore." "Oh." Jill had nothing to say. \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Chapter 13 – Arriving at the Destination "She's ready" Jill spoke into the telephone receiver. "Who's ready? And for what?" came the tinny reply. "Sheila. She is ready for Magdalene. Last night they made a mistake. They tried to push her down a path to make her manifest Magdalene in a way they desired her to be. But she is stronger than any of us realized and she just bolted. She came out as a strong and very angry Mary. She just bulldozed over anyone standing in her way. It was earlier than we expected, and different than we wanted, but here we are. We need to bring her to Magdalene as soon as possible. If we don't get her redirected form her current anger state, we may lose her altogether and so much work will be for nothing." "OK. When should we set it up?" the earpiece sounded. "This weekend. We should be able to have everyone there. But you must make the presentation. I don't think she will hear it from anyone other than you." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* "You have been a long time in preparation for this new chapter in your life. The episode this week showed us that you are ready. I think maybe you have been ready for a while and we just missed it. You have been a practicing lay minister in this church. You have been serving an apprenticeship ministering to people's spiritual, emotional and physical needs. Often, through acts of sexual kindness. Although sex may have been the medium through which your ministry was delivered, it is the unseen spiritual energy you gave to them which is the real substance of your action. You gave to them comfort and care from God. And as is common in ministry, you have also received back from what you have done. Many people who go out to give of themselves to the poor, and not just the materially poor, are surprised to find that they feel like they receive back much more spiritual fulfillment than they give. I have heard that you have expressed this thought with several others. Is this true?" "Yes" Sheila replied. "Did you enjoy the sexuality you shared with them? Did you receive physical and emotional, even spiritual energies and pleasure?" "Most of the time." Sheila thought about those few times when she just had not been able to make that 'connection' with the people she had been with. "And what happened when you didn't enjoy the moment?" "I just followed through anyway. I figured that this was not about me. I had gone to them to meet their need, not have mine fulfilled. So I was there to minister to them and my feelings were not really relevant." "So you have sex with people for whom you had no feelings?" "It's not that I had no feelings for them. It was just that there was not the connection that helped me receive back from the experience. So I gave to them as best I could. It was a one-way street. But I didn't feel bad about it. Like I said, it was about them, not me." 'Mom' Baylor contemplated the words she was hearing from Sheila. The sincerity of her thoughts. The passion with which she ministered. The purity, even innocence, with which she gave herself to others. Mom realized that if the House of Love, meaning herself and the others leaders, handled this girl right, Sheila would be the greatest Magdalene they had ever seen. Demand for her services would skyrocket out of sight. They were going to make a lot of money. "Well, I am certainly impressed with your maturity. You have come to see the nature of ministry without having been directly taught these things by anyone else. It strongly confirms that we made the right choice with you. It also means that we are right in our assessment that it is time for you to move forward. What you have been doing so far in your ministry is what we call 'inreach.' That is, you have been reaching in to the church and ministering exclusive to the already established church family. Now it is time for you to shift focus and begin 'outreach.' Any church that is exclusively ministering to itself is not fulfilling its purpose. The mission of the church is to share love with those outside of itself. What I am proposing is that you quit your job and begin doing this full time. You will not be doing ministry any differently than you are now, but you will make your living from it just as do most pastors in any church." "How does that work? Sheila asked. "Do I become an employee of the church?" "No, you work independently of the church. There is no official link between your new ministry and the House of Love. Here is how it works. We will set up your new 'counseling' ministry as a business. We know the correct lawyers, accountants and others who will do everything for you. You don't have to do anything. It is very, very important that things be run correctly. Everything has to appear to be above board. And it will. All except the exact nature of your 'counseling'. The state and federal taxing agencies don't care how you earn your money as long as you pay taxes on it. Your accountant will be very conservative and pay everything the IRS demands. No fancy tax shelters or dicey schemes. No reason to raise red flags and invite an audit. The only place where anyone would object to your ministry would be local, and I assure you that the local law enforcement will have no interest in your activities. There are ignorant and prejudiced people who would try to make trouble if our secret knowledge became public. We talked about that issue a long time ago. Yes?" "Yes, we did" Sheila stated. "I understand that some of the teachings of the House of Love are very advanced, and only special people can be trusted with them. If people who don't understand what real spirituality is all about heard them, they would become confused and maybe try to make trouble." "Good. You understand then why there can be no official connection. We will also set you up with a scheduler. She will act as your assistant in administration and scheduling your appointments. One reason that you should allow her to do this is that she is familiar with the people with whom you should be making appointments with, and whom you should not. Your ministry will be by referral only. And in the beginning, will only be with people who we know firsthand. You may have surmised that what we are talking about is the ministry of Magdalene. Congratulations, you have arrived. This is the highest ministry of the church. The only person here that has more honor or authority is myself." "What about 'Dad'? I thought he was the head of the church" Sheila commented. "Now that you are Magdalene, there are many new things that you will learn. Just as it has been since you joined. Spiritual maturity brings increased knowledge. It also brings increasingly important ministry functions and responsibilities. And greater privilege. My husband is the figurehead that society expects. He plays the role I assign him, just as he has always done since the time we made a deal so long ago. I wanted my Daddy's babies and I needed a man to be my figurehead husband. The fact that he was sterile just made everything better. My real husband was always Daddy. So Tom and I get along just fine, as long as he knows his place. And I assure you that he knows his place. A few times he tried to rise above and he found out just how painful that can be. But we are digressing. Let's focus on Magdalene. You know who she was?" "Yes, I learned about her in Sunday School. She was a prostitute that was converted." Sheila replied. "Well, there is more to the story than that. First, prostitute is such an ugly word. She was a woman who was feeding herself the only way she knew how. In that society, if you did not have a man to take care of you, father, husband or brother, there was no way to make a living. You would be destitute. Living on the streets subject to every thug, disease, or horror that came marching down the road. Then she met the son of Mary. He gave her dignity and respect. I cannot tell you how much that would have changed her life. She loved him. He became the means which lifted her out of the abject misery of her life. But Magdalene had no way to repay what he had done for her. She had no skill with which to make a living, except that skill she already possessed. He had filled her with self-respect, by accepting her for who she was. He had given her spiritual life and a connection with the infinite she had never thought possible. What could she do? What she had always done, but now with a new divine purpose. It was no longer about sex. Now, it was about ministering to others the way he had ministered to her. She sought to pass along the spiritual healing he had given her. It also gave her the means to support his ministry. Magdalene became a minister to others of what he had ministered to her. And she could give back financially for what he had given her spiritually. Most people don't realize that his ministry was supported mainly by women. In Luke chapter eight, there are listed three women who were supporting his ministry financially. Magdalene is one of the three. This is the ministry we are all convinced that you are called to. Ministering the love and healing he gave to her two thousand years ago. Passing it along to others in need the same way she did so successfully. Meeting spiritual needs through physical ministry." There was silence. Sheila was contemplating all of this new information. The profound changes that would be taking place. It was a whole new world. But one of exciting opportunities. She could be a real minister, actually helping people who desperately needed it. Giving out the love and spiritual healing that she had received from the House of Love. How appropriately the church had been named. Sheila answered the unasked question. "Yes." "I am so proud of you. This is a big step. But we all know that you are up to the challenge. Now that you have accepted the position, there is more I need to tell you. Jill is also a Magdalene. I know she always told you that she was in 'Marketing'. In a way she is, but not for what most people assume. This ruse was necessary until you were ready to learn the truth. Jill was the first to recognize your potential. She brought you to my attention and has been involved in your training at every step. She is also going to be your mentor. In the beginning, you will have no appointments except those with whom Jill has already ministered. She will be able to give you all of the inside information on who, what and where. Also, most importantly, she knows how each is to be ministered to. What they like or don't, all of their preferences. This is vital to your success in this ministry. If you are ready, we can get started. And first thing in the morning, give your notice at work. If they treat you badly, just walk out. You will never need them again." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Jill took Sheila shopping. She was going to need a whole new kind of wardrobe. Jill chose out for her dresses that were elegant yet sexy to the point of being provocative. They announced sex, but never crossed the imaginary line into the unacceptable as defined by the upper elements of society. Under garments were scandalous. Totally sexual, designed to arouse and invite. Once the outer dress was removed, pretense was no longer necessary. "Who is going to pay for all of this?" Sheila asked. "You are." Jill replied. "Your business has established credit, so don't worry about it. Everything is charged to the business. Your accountant will sort out what is personal and what is business expense. They also pay all of the bills. You can afford it. You will soon be making more money than you ever thought possible. But don't go crazy. Just because you can buy something, doesn't mean it is smart to do so. You need to keep low key. Don't be conspicuous. Don't attract unnecessary attention. I can afford a much larger house than we have. But I stay in a middle class house in an unmemorable neighborhood. I could buy a Roll Royce, but that would be stupid. It attracts unwanted questions. It starts people thinking about how much money I have and where it might come from. It also brings very unwanted attention to those to whom we minister. No one around here wants to explain why they had a visitor who drives one parked at their house. One more thing. We are being modest in how much we are buying right now. You have made no money yet, and the bills will come due. Also, at first, the people to whom you will be ministering will not be paying you for your services. They will be highly placed 'friends' of the House of Love. People who know us and protect us from the ignorant who would not understand the deeper truths we practice. We minister to them without cost because of the gratitude we feel for their concern for us." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* She was a beautiful, elegant young woman. She wore a blouse, deeply plunging which showed off her ample cleavage. There was no undergarment as Sheila observed her breasts swaying under the silk. Nipples made hard by the gently caressing material. The skirt was very short, but not unacceptable for public wear. Just this side of the line of what was not allowed. Much the same as Jill had picked out for her. It was tight with no panty line. Sheila guessed that the girl's pussy was as unfettered as her breasts. An invitation. The sex in motion moved closer. She pressed herself to Sheila allowing her to feel the crush of breasts and the heat of desire emanating from between her legs. Full wet lips caressed hers in a supremely sensual expression of need. Tongues danced together. "I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you at the club. Mom does too, but she couldn't be here tonight. So it's just Daddy and me tonight. I do believe that we will be enough for you. You can do Mommy some other time." Sheila knew the girl by sight. She and her mother had been pointed out to her by Jenna. The daughter of the County Sherriff. Mom was not here, but the Sherriff was. Sheila first ministry assignment was with this Father/Daughter team. The young woman took Sheila's hand and directed it up under her skirt. There was a bit of shock as Sheila realized that the woman's pussy was shaved bare. Not that she had not heard of that kind of thing before, but at that time it was not common. It was new, just now showing up in skin magazines and porn. The girl noted Sheila's surprise. "That's the way Daddy likes it; bare, naked, innocent. Do you feel how wet I am? I am soaked thinking about you. I want to fuck you and I get you first. Daddy can watch. Then he gets a turn when I'm done. You won't mind if I let him do me too, will you? After all, I was told you understand just how good daddyfucks can be." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ In the month that followed, Sheila had virtual tour of local law enforcement. City Chief of Police, Council members, County Board of Commissioners, several Judges, even a State Senator. With the officials, were a variety of family members, girlfriends, colleagues, invited guests. In one instance, even a boyfriend. Sheila had wondered what the wife thought about that. And of course, with that menagerie, every possible permutation of combinations of relatives, genders, friends. Sheila kept notes on it all in her little black book. Phone numbers, after action reports, preferences, and anything else she could think of. Trivial or not, it was all recorded. Sheila did not know what information would be important in the future so she kept it all. Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it. In all of this, she was guided by 'Mom', Jill, and the other Magdalenes. Jenna showed up on occasion and offered her advice. She wasn't a Magdalene, but then she didn't need to be. The money finally started to roll in. It was just as Jill had said, more than she ever thought possible. Of course, there was a generous tithe to the church. 'Mom', got a cut, Mike and Jill also. Then her scheduler, accountants, lawyers, etc. all had their fees paid. After her expenses, Sheila was very lucky that she got to actually keep half of the gross. But that half was enough to allow her to buy a modest, median priced, three-bedroom house for cash by the end of the first year. If she chose to do so. "So do you think you will buy something soon?" Jill asked. "If you and Mike don't mind, I would like to just keep on living here for a while. I like being here and I feel close to you both. Of course, it has nothing to do with the great sex! I am still in love with Mike's big cock in my pussy and ass. And this one particular cunt I slurp, making me come every time. Especially if it's batter filled." Jill agreed. "Oh, yes. And I do love the way you slurp it. We do enjoy you being here. It is convenient when we are called out on ministry together. Plus, a lot of fun when we come back home and double team Mike. You know how he loves to hear about the details of our ministry adventures while we fuck." "God, he gets so hard when you describe how some guy fucked you." Sheila said. Jill paused for a moment. "But sometime you will need to get out on your own. Or maybe share a place with someone. Not that we want you to leave, but there are others like you were who need our help." "I know. I can't stay here forever. But I would like to as long as I can. In addition to being fun, it helps me save up money so I can buy with cash. If I try to finance, a lot of questions get asked that I don't want to answer." "Don't worry about that. Next week I have a repeat that wants me to bring a second. Which will be you. And he is a bank president. So don't worry about finance, you will get whatever loan you want." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* "That little bitch is making more money than we thought possible. Fuck! The money is pouring in. Her cunt is making us rich. We knew she would be popular, but I never imagined. She is doing three call outs almost every day. I've seen her do five in a day once. How the hell does her ass take that kind of pounding?" "Well, 'Mom', she is young and utterly convinced of the necessity of her ministry. She believes that people need what she offers. Her physical ministry is what she lives for and no sacrifice is too great to meet the spiritual needs of the people." "She still believes that shit?" "Sheila is a true believer. We conditioned her mind and thinking very well. She was alone, vulnerable and we exploited that weakness to the fullest. You know how this works. We shaped a strong paradigm and every event she experiences is filtered through, and interpreted by that paradigm. Anything that doesn't fit her beliefs is ignored or explained away. Who knows how long it will last? It could last a life time if we don't fuck up and present her with something that will break the circular logic of her thoughts. That slut fucks like a rabbit because she believes God wants her to. And I hope she continues to do so. Because she is raking in more than any three of us combined. People want to fuck that sweet, innocent young girl. She is so sincere in her approach with people. We have raised her prices five times this year and no one has balked yet. Obviously we started too low, but who knew? There has got to be an upper limit on what people will pay to stick a cock in her, but we haven't found it yet. And it is not just the men. Female executives are also paying top dollar. That, maybe I can understand because the little whore definitely slurps my cunt real good." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Sheila chose to stay with Jill and Mike. Mike and Jill didn't press the issue, because they wanted to keep a close eye on Sheila to monitor her thinking. They knew the longer she operated under the beliefs that were driving her, the more they were reinforced and the harder they were to break. So inertia kept her there. Sheila thought about her decision to stay with them often, in light of events that followed. How different things might have turned out if she had moved out of that house. Her whole future may have been different, if she had not seen what she did. Sheila came home from a long exhausting day. She thought about those she had been with. She had ministered to a middle aged woman, an executive with some company or other. "Which company?" Sheila mused. "Too tired to remember, but it doesn't matter. I have it all written down in my little black book. Along with what size strapon she preferred for me to use when I fuck her. She liked the same one for both pussy and ass. I am sure she is going to be a regular. Then my second of the day was a mother/son threesome. Don't do a lot of those, but they are more common than people think. Funny, I ministered to the husband/father two days ago. So now I've done the whole family. Except for the daughter at college. The mom says she is coming home soon and she will be calling me. Wonder if they all know about each other. Not my problem. Third was a married couple who wanted a third for her. Him too, but mostly for her. Nothing unusual." Sheila had come in through the back door as was usual for her. The front door was used almost exclusively by guest. The garage and resident parking was accessed from the alley. "I wonder who Mike and Sheila are entertaining?" Sheila silently asked herself. Her curiosity was peaked. "I think I'll just poke my head in and see." As she entered the living area, she stepped into the space between the couch and the TV. Mike was on lying on his side on the couch. Naked. With a young girl stretched out alongside him with her back pressed against him. The girl's legs were parted and Sheila could see Mike's hard cock poking up between her legs. The girl was partially clothed. Blouse open, Mike was caressing her small breasts. Cute, perky. His other hand was busy down below. Fingering her ass, Sheila believed. Couldn't really tell because Jill's head was in the way. Eating pussy? But the motion was all wrong. Sheila focused on the girl's face. It seemed familiar somehow. "I know this girl." Sheila thought. "But I can't remember for where. She looks so familiar. I know I know her." It took a moment, but it finally came to Sheila. "She looks just like Billy. This has got to be Billy's sister. I never knew he had a sister." Sheila refocused on Jill. Her head was on an upstroke when Sheila saw the explanation. Jill's head motion was all wrong because she wasn't eating pussy. She was sucking the girl's cock. "What the fuck? A girl with a cock? Billy's sister has a cock?" It was then that it dawned on Sheila that this was not Billy's sister. It was Billy. With long hair. With a cute face and makeup on. With tits. "Oh. My. God." "Did I say that out loud?" Sheila thought. Yes, she had. Mike looked up at her. "Hey, baby. Do you remember Billy? Well, of course, these days we spell it B-i-l-l-i-e. I'm just about to give her a good fuck up the ass. Wanna watch"? Mike's words were a little slow in coming. They were not slurred, but almost sing song. Mike was high somehow. Not drunk. Sheila knew drunk. The smell. It was the smell that gave it away. They were smoking Mary Jane. That's what one of her ministerial charges had called it when it was offered to her. Sheila had refused. Her client had also informed Sheila that they used the weed to smooth out the other drug they were taking. Sheila didn't remember what they had called it, some street name anyway. Drugs had been around for a long time. But they became more readily available and popular as the Sixties turned into the Seventies. Most people knew something about them, but they were not commonly in use with the crowd Sheila hung with. But there were more people experimenting all the time. What Sheila did remember from the encounter was that the people who were high that way couldn't shut up. They babbled on about all sorts of things, even personal things that would have been better not said. But they did anyway, Sheila supposed, because of the effects of whatever they were on. Sheila didn't really mind, although it was somewhat annoying. More information for her black book. Mike started to speak again. "You remember the first night you came to House of Love? You said that you were looking for Billy. But Jill and I got you first. Billy tried to move in, but we blocked him and took you for ourselves. But once you left, we went back and found Billy. Jill kissed him and stroked his cock through his pants, and that was all it took. He was in love with her and would do anything she wanted, so we brought him home. Not for her, but for me. I knew what he really wanted, but wouldn't admit to himself. Jill opened her blouse for him. Showed him her luscious tits, but told him that if he wanted more, he had to do more. He had to please her husband. Me. So I fucked his cherry ass. God, I love fucking boys and girls right up the ass. Just like I did you, baby. Great thing about assholes, everybody's got one. Doesn't matter man or woman. Doesn't matter to me either. Everyone can give me what I like. Jill sucked him off, filled her mouth with his cum. I filled his ass with mine. So many times that night. But he would do anything for Jill. Just to touch her. Just to suck those hard nipples." Jill interrupted with a laugh. "Yeah, Billy would do whatever I wanted. Still does, even though he now belongs to Mike. We made a project out of him. Taken us over a year, but we got him on estrogen therapy. I have a Doctor as a regular customer. He'll do whatever I want also. I totally dominate him when we fuck." Mike started up again. Just couldn't shut up. "Now he has a nice set of small tits and an ass that begs for cock. Do you know how much certain men will pay to fuck a boy like this? Well, not as much as people pay to fuck your whore ass, but still plenty. Yes, 'Billie' is just what some people want. We're gonna' make a lot of money out of this bitch." "Whoo-who!" Jill was laughing again. "You know what this little faggot did for me two months ago? He gave me his balls. Because he loves me. I told Him that I wanted to castrate him and if he really loved me he would do this for me. Told him that he was never going to need them again anyway and losing them would help speed up his transformation to what God really wanted him to be. So I took 'em. Sliced them right off myself. Of course, our good Doctor supervised. He loves fucking Billie's ass almost as much as Mike does. Don't you just love the new Billie?" Sheila thought she was going to puke right there on the floor. She turned and almost ran out of the room. Grabbing her keys, she went out the back door, got into her car and drove to a nearby hotel. They had a room available for her. They always had a room available for her. She had an account. Entering the room, she stripped off her clothes and took a long hot shower. As hot as she could stand. She felt so dirty. And then she began to cry. Sobs racked her body. She couldn't catch her breath. Her grief was such that she was almost mindless. Rational thoughts fled. There were just the overwhelming emotions of loss. Pain. Grief. Regret. Good thing hotels supply endless hot water. Never run out. Sheila was in there a long time. When the emotional storm abated, Sheila began to think. To try to make sense of what she had heard and seen and learned. The paradigm had shattered into a million pieces. This was never going to be put back together again. Comparatively, Humpty Dumpty was a piece of cake. "They took Billy and used him. Like a piece of meat. Just a thing to pleasure Mike's lust for fucking ass. And Jill was the one who made it possible. She promised him he could be with a woman. Like he wanted to be with me. But she made him into Mike's play toy. Now he is going to be a whore. So that they can make money off of him. They don't care about him. He is just a thing to them. Something to be sold. Something to be exploited. Something to be fucked. Just. Like. Me. I'm a whore. I'm not a minister. I'm a prostitute who sells her body for money. And they convinced me. They lied. They lied to me and they told me this was what God wanted. May they burn in the lowest depths of Hell for ever. How could I have believed them? How the hell do I get out? I must be very careful. They have the whole city and county legal system behind them. Maybe the whole state. Very powerful people. Very rich people. I could simply disappear if someone thought I was a threat. How stupid could I be? Who can I depend on?" Then Sheila thought of the one person. \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Early the next afternoon, Sheila slowly drove back home to Mike and Jill's. She quietly entered, making as little noise as she could. As she entered, she heard Jill's voice ring out. "Hey, baby. Is that you? Did you have an all-nighter? Those usually pay real good." "Jill doesn't know I was here? Did those drugs fuck them up so bad they don't remember? Could I be that lucky?" Sheila's thoughts raced. "Yea. Had a client that wanted me to stay. Actually two of them. Husband and wife. I think I did them some good." "Oh, that's great. Think they might become regulars?" "Don't know. You can never tell about stuff like that. How was your night?" "Don't really know. I know Billy came over. Do you remember him? Anyway, Mike and I have remained friends with him and I know he came over. But I don't really remember much about last night. A friend of Mike's gave him some stuff that he said would help us relax and drop all of our inhibitions. Not that we have much in the way of that to begin with. But he also gave us some smoke that would help round off the rough edges. So we smoked it first, and then took the pills. We got really fucked up. Never again. I can't remember a damn thing. I don't know what that shit was, but we will never trust that guy again." Sheila asked, "So was Billy the only one who came over?" "I think so, but honestly am not sure. If there was someone. I don't know if I would remember." "No fucking way" Sheila thought. "The cosmos must love me." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Sheila had a plan. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She never owned much in the way of material things. Only what she had in her bedroom at the house. And her car. Everything was about timing. Sheila continued her prostitution. She now knew exactly what it was. She fucked for money. She sold her pussy. Mouth and ass and cunt to anyone who had the coin. As long as they were in the approved group. She couldn't just stop. Powerful people would see and ask questions. Everything had to appear as if nothing had changed. But along with her regular work, she began to take side jobs with her regulars. They called her directly instead of going through the scheduler. Sheila knew that this would not last long. She would be found out. But this was only a short term deal. She wasn't planning on being here much longer. But she was going to take as much money with her as she could. She moved all of her savings and long term accounts to a new bank. One only she knew about. The regular checking account she left alone, because if she emptied that, her accountants would know within a few days. They would notice the other accounts eventually, also. But again, Sheila hoped to be long gone before that happened. She also hired another accountant from out of the county. Still in the state, but far enough away that she hoped they had no connection to The House of Love or its associates. Instructed the new firm to request the transfer of all of her business records from the old firm. She gave them letters necessary to have her instructions carried out, for both the new firm and the old. They asked for and received from her funds sufficient to carry out her instructions. She contacted a lawyer in the same way. Gave him instructions to dissolve her company after she had left and had drained all of the money out of the accounts. Prepaid him also. On days when Mike and Sheila weren't home, Sheila packed everything she could into boxes and put them in the back of her closet. It was too much for her car, but then she wasn't taking her car with her anyway. All that was left to put in boxes was what was visible on shelves or the wall. Plus, as few items as necessary for daily life. She was as ready as she could be. She hoped the plan worked. She hoped she had insulated herself from this life as best she could. People as powerful as those with whom she had associated, could maybe find her if they really wanted to. Associated? Hell, fucked. The people she had been fucking. The people she had sold herself to. The people who bought her and used her. Sheila hoped that to them, she was just another whore, about whom they did not care. Or at least did not care about enough to make the effort to find her. At last she was ready to make the phone call to the one person she knew loved her absolutely without reservation. "Hello, Daddy? I need you to bring your truck and come get me this weekend. I'm moving back home with you. Don't ask now. I'll explain things later. Just come get me." \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\* Sheila had chosen a day when she knew Jill would be away visiting her father. Her luck just had to hold a little bit longer. Mike left for work at seven. Daddy arrived at eight. The small amount of things left in the open they hurriedly packed up. Hanging clothes just laid over the boxes in the back. By nine everything was loaded. Sheila drove her car to a small dealer who had agreed to buy her car for cash. She knew she was getting a low price, but she just wanted the thing gone and out of her name. After the sale, she walked three zig zag blocks to where her Daddy was waiting in his truck. They drove to the bank. Sheila closed out her remaining accounts. Took the balance in cash. It was a tidy sum. The bank tried to protest her closing, not wanting to lose the business. Told her it was not safe to carry around that much currency. Tried to get her to take a bank check instead. Sheila was firm, not listening to their complaints, cutting them off with a firm demand. Just shut up and give me the cash. She walked out of the front door. Walked the same kind of three block zig zag to where again, her Daddy waited. "Get me out of here." Coming: Part 6 – Epilogue: After the House of Love

Title: Mature's Cinematic Debut Tags: masturbation, mature, cunnilingus, cunt, lesbian, lesbian sex, oral, dildo, threesome, anal It took a few weeks, but my husband Walter finally edited the digital videos he took of my "anal trifecta" as I call it and combined them into a single DVD. More work than he expected since he used two digital recorders. Which in case you didn't read "Mature's birthday surprise" was of yours truly getting ass-fucked three times consecutively. Walter gave me two DVD's. One each for Cindy and Rita, to hand deliver since they asked if he would video my "birthday surprise" for them with my consent. He then asked if I wanted to view the DVD. I gave it some thought and decided against it. At least not yet. I assumed when I brought Cindy her copy she would likely want to view it immediately, and with me present. I figured if I saw it beforehand and wasn't thrilled I might change my mind about sharing a DVD with her and Rita. Which would be difficult since we already agreed we would. Plus David and Bill would want to see the DVD also. The next day I called Cindy and told her I had her and Rita's DVD that we promised. She said she was beginning to wonder what was taking so long so I explained how it was more time consuming for Walter than he figured. "Well, I'm excited it's finally done."...replied Cindy. "Can't wait to see it and soon. How about you bringing both DVD's over to the house Monday afternoon and I'll make sure Rita is here since it's her day off from work and we can all watch it together." "That will work for me."...I replied. Although I was a bit hesitant about viewing my "anal trifecta" with Cindy and Rita. Then again, it could be fun watching their reaction to things even though I was making it a point not to view the DVD beforehand. Pretty risky on my part, but... Monday rolled around fast since I called Cindy on a Saturday prior to. I arrived at her house around 1:00PM and when I did Rita's car was already in the driveway. Before I reached the front door Cindy came out to greet me with a big hug and kiss. We went into the family room where Rita was who also greeted me. Albeit a bit more aggressively than Cindy. Then Cindy got us some wine and we casually talked a bit before Rita said..."Enough with the idle chatter. I'm dying to see the DVD so let's get on with it." "Before we do."...I said. "Please understand I haven't seen the DVD myself yet so I can't vouch for it being any good, or even worth watching. Hopefully it will be and please be kind since this is the first time I've ever watched a sex video of myself with anyone other than Walter." "I'm sure it will be fine."...Cindy replied. "As for Rita and I being kind. No need to worry. Just relax and enjoy your cinematic debut with us. I'm sure it'll be as exciting for you to watch as it will be for us." Before playing the DVD Cindy got another glass of wine for everyone. Then she popped the DVD into the player and pressed the play button on the remote. We were sitting on the sofa in a semi-circle when the DVD started playing. Walter added a title to the video, which he labeled as "Lacey's Birthday Surprise". He added credits such as starring you know who and co-starring Walter, Bill and David. He even gave himself credit for "editing". Kind of hammy of him I thought. Then the action started, which I won't go into the details since I already did in "Mature's birthday surprise". But I will say upon seeing what I saw in the first few minutes of the DVD I was impressed with Walter's recording and editing skills, and how well the "action" on the big screen TV viewed. The quality was as good as some porno flics I've watched. Albeit the more amateurish ones. It was difficult trying to watch both Cindy and Rita's reaction and the DVD itself for the first time. I found myself mostly paying attention to Rita and Cindy and it didn't take long to realize they were both getting turned on by things. Especially Rita since I know she enjoys anal sex as much, if not more, than yours truly. Right about the time when Walter was inserting his cock in my ass in the DVD Rita started rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Somewhat timidly at first then more openly as she couldn't seem to help herself as she watched Walter plowing his long cock in & out my asshole. I noticed Cindy's hand go down between her legs too. Although she was trying to be more discreet than Rita. Can't say that I blamed them as what I did watch of the DVD in between observing Cindy and Rita, it was having the same effect on me. Maybe more so from watching Cindy and Rita getting hot and bothered as they were from what was playing out on the TV. Then unexpectedly Rita blurted out..."Pause the DVD Cindy. I don't know about you two, but I need to get naked. This is making me so frigging horny I need to masturbate while watching it." Cindy paused the DVD where upon Rita completely undressed. First removing her top and bra. Followed by her jeans and panties, of which the latter were soaking wet. Before I knew it she was sitting there in her birthday suit with legs spread and her hairy cunt drenched in pussy juice. Cindy left the room and returned with a freshly opened bottle of wine. Then she left again for her bedroom. When she returned she had a tray of assorted dildos, vibrators, different containers of lubricants and some towels. After placing the tray on the coffee table she stripped naked too. And like Rita, when she removed her panties it was soaking wet also. Then Cindy said..."C'mon Lacey. You need to get naked too. Don't tell me you're going to sit there watching this for the first time fully dressed? If you were home watching it with Walter you'd both be bare-ass and going at each other like crazy." "I wouldn't think of it with you two both naked as jay birds. Not forgetting all the nice toys you were kind enough to share so as to "enhance" our viewing pleasure." Once we were all naked Cindy restarted the DVD. No sooner than she did Rita attacked her pussy and clit as she leaned back with her legs fully spread and feet on the coffee table. Since the sofa was bow shaped and I was seated on the opposite side I had a clear view of her masturbating. "Damn!"...she said. "First watching my Bill doing you in the ass and now Walter has made me so fucking hot for a cock in my ass I'd ask the first man that walked through the front door to do me. Even if it was the local Pastor." By the time Walter cummed in my ass Rita was having an orgasm. Come to find out it would be the first of a number of orgasms for us before the afternoon was over. And smart move by Cindy getting some towels because when Rita orgasms she's definitely a "squirter". She grabbed a towel and placed in front of her just as her vaginal fluids came pouring out of her cunt. What an explosive orgasm she had. I couldn't recall ever watching another woman bringing herself to an orgasm like she did by herself. It turned me on as much as watching the video. Maybe more so. When done cumming, Rita continued playing with her pussy, albeit less intently. As for Cindy, after watching Rita cum like she did she attacked her own pussy and clit more vigorously than she already had been. When she did it didn't take long for her to orgasm too. She bucked and shook for what seemed like five minutes before she settled back down. And like Rita she wisely placed a towel beneath her pussy to catch her own vaginal fluids that gushed out. Watching them both masturbate and cum like they did was definitely more entertaining than the video. At least for me. So much so I found myself fingering my own clit. What a sight we must have been. Three mature women masturbating while watching a "porno" flic. I wondered if mature men sat around and jacked themselves off when watching porn. Cindy and Rita came over to sit beside me while I continued to masturbate. Rita began kissing me and while doing so she removed my hand from my pussy and replaced it with hers. Then she began rubbing my clit with two fingers while mouth fucking me with her tongue. Cindy on the opposite side from Rita was busy fondling and kissing my tits. Her tongue and mouth on my nipples got them rigid as a pencil erasers and half an inch long. They almost ached from getting so hard. For all intent and purposes I was practically lying down with my legs spread out straight on the coffee table. Both my hands were on the back of their heads. One to hold Rita while we passionately kissed and the other to hold Cindy tightly against my breasts. It didn't take long between Rita fingering me and Cindy attacking my tits before I orgasmed. When I did I broke away from kissing Rita so I could let out a load scream while humping like crazy against her hand and fingers as they stroked my pussy and clit. That was the first orgasm I ever had from another woman masturbating me and it was simply delicious. Wisely I put a towel under me beforehand since I needed it. Otherwise I would have soaked Cindy's sofa with my own vaginal fluids that came out in multiple streams. When I was done cumming I kissed both Rita and Cindy and thanked them for the "helping hand" and the wonderful orgasm. "I couldn't have done better myself." Cumming like I did after watching them both orgasm was truly incredible. But the afternoon activities were far from over and more incredible things were yet to happen. Cindy paused the DVD so we all could regain our composure. When she did, Rita stated how jealous she was of yours truly getting to experience an "anal trifecta" like I did. And to record it too for future viewing pleasure. "No doubt you and Walter will have some serious sex when watching this together. I know Bill and I will for sure." Then she added..."I'm still looking forward to my first double ass-fucking. Let alone a triple ass-fucking. Which I can tell you after viewing this DVD is going to happen the first opportunity I get. Can't wait and I hope it will be soon." Rita asked Cindy to restart the DVD, but to rewind it to the point where Walter first inserts his cock in my asshole. Then she grabbed an anal dildo from the tray, lubricated it and slowly inserted in her asshole as she watched Walter insert his cock in mine. As the scene played out on the TV of Walter plowing his cock in & out of my butthole Rita was doing the same with the dildo in hers while gently rubbing her clit. It was easy to surmise she was imagining it was Walter's long cock in her ass versus the dildo. She didn't seem in a rush to orgasm this time as she pumped the dildo in & out of her asshole with long, slow, but deliberate strokes. Wasn't long before both Cindy and I also had dildos in our assholes. Mine being much bigger than Cindy's by choice. The only difference with Cindy and I, we fondled our tits while dildoing our assholes versus rubbing our clits. Once again I wondered what a sight it would be for somebody to see three mature women stark naked dildoing their respective assholes as we all were together. Next up in the DVD was David with his short fat cock. As he slid it in my asshole Rita couldn't help but comment on how fat it was and how good it must have felt after Bill and Walter's slimmer cocks. I concurred then said..."Based on our upcoming "sixsome" you'll get the chance to feel David's fat cock doing you in the ass. And when you do I can assure you your anus will be stretched to the limit. But in a pleasurable way." Next came the part in the DVD where all three cumloads oozed out of my gaping anus. Walter did a great job of recording it and when Rita saw the multiple cumloads exiting my asshole she shoved the dildo as far as she could in hers and orgasmed. Both Cindy and I joined her shortly afterwards with our own orgasms. And as is the norm for me, mine was accompanied by a series of cunt farts. I can't recall having two orgasms so close together as I did. Cindy and Rita claimed it was the same case for them too. At the rate we were going we'd all be exhausted by the time the DVD ended. But by then the only part left to play out in the video was when Walter, Bill and David jacked off and shot their cumloads on me. "Wow"...said Rita. "That must have been so incredible with them shooting their hot cumloads on you like they did Lacey. That's another thing I need to add to my bucket list." Cindy laughed then said jokingly..."If you want, Lacey and I together could cover you with more pussy juice than they ever could in cum. And I think you'd find it just as enjoyable. Maybe more so." "Now there's a thought."...replied Rita. Who was taking the suggestion more seriously than Cindy was in proposing it. Right about then the DVD ended. When it did we all kind of looked at each other as though to say "what now?" At that point Cindy suggested we head for the bedroom for some intimate "play time". She didn't have to mention it twice. After a quick visit to the bathroom we all ended up on her king size bed kissing, hugging and groping each other. Once again, I was imagining what a sight it would be of three mature women on a bed all going after each other like teenagers. Hard to recall who did exactly what to whom. But I do remember going down on both Rita and Cindy. It was the first time I ever did go down on Rita and it was quite an experience making oral love to an extremely hairy pussy. Cindy was just the opposite. A totally clean shaven pussy. Which she has kept that way ever since our first foursome together. As for yours truly, I'm kind of in between when it comes to pubic hair. Actually mine is very sparse and fine. If you put your hand on my pubic mound without seeing it first you swear it was shaved. Even at first glance it looks bald since my pubic hair is so fine and there's so little of it. Plus it's a very light brown or dirty blonde in color. Totally natural though, albeit not nearly as much hair as when younger. Back to the action. I also do recall both Rita and Cindy going down on yours truly for a while. And if I had to rate them, Cindy would win hands down as being the best between the two when it comes to eating pussy. Most likely because she's had more experience where as with Rita it's more of a recent thing. Being a late blooming bisexual like yours truly. What I remember best was when we were in a "daisy chain" eating each other's pussies. Me doing Rita, Rita eating Cindy, and Cindy munching on yours truly. When it came time for us to orgasm Cindy suggested her and I do it while standing spread legged over Rita. That way we could let our vaginal fluids shoot down on Rita when we orgasmed. At first I thought she was joking, but when the time came that's exactly what we did. Rita stayed on the bed lying face up while fingering her clit as Cindy and I brought on our orgasms while fingering ourselves as we stood spread legged over her. Then as if on cue we all began to orgasm together. No sooner than we did both Cindy and I sprayed Rita with copious amounts of pussy juice just as she was having her own orgasm. Our vaginal fluids covered Rita from her hairy pubic mound to her breasts. Some might have even sprayed on her face. I never orgasmed from masturbating while standing upright and I had all I could do to maintain my balance since my legs became so weak and wobbly. I had to grab onto Cindy to keep from falling. She was facing me so when I did she embraced me and began French kissing me. There we stood with arms wrapped around each other sucking each other's tongues while pussy juice continued to flow from our respective cunts down onto to Rita. Rita squealed with delight when our vaginal fluids sprayed down on her. With one hand she rubbed our vaginal fluids into her body while with the other she continued to rub her clit and pussy. Once Cindy and I were done cumming we lied down on each side of Rita and took turns kissing her. We also took turns between gently fondling her very hairy pubic mound and breasts as she slowly recovered from her own orgasm. "You weren't kidding Cindy, when you said drenching me in pussy juice would be enjoyable. I guess you could call me a lesbian cum slut since I enjoyed it so much. WOW! That was fun." Finally it was time to call an end to our "lesbian love fest". It was getting late and we all had dinners to prepare for when Walter, Bill and David arrived home from work. Once dressed and just before leaving we all kissed and hugged. Albeit more lovingly than we when first greeted each other earlier in the afternoon. We also briefly discussed making a get together like we just had an occasional thing. The one proviso was when we did one of us had to bring a DVD or tape of our own personal sexcapades to share. Just as Rita and I were leaving David pulled into the driveway. Both Rita and I greeted him and told him we were looking forward to our planned "sixsome" together. Which couldn't be soon enough now for Rita. When he asked why, I explained about the DVD and of how Rita was now looking forward to him doing her in the ass. While Rita blushed, David gave her a big smile and said it would be his pleasure when the time came. The End.

Title: The Start Of High School: A Second Chance by Shyboy69s Tags: Bad Language, Dalmatian, Fox, German Shepherd, Kissing, Wolf, Wolfox As I drifted off into my dreams. I started to dream of being rejected by everyone as they restrained me with chains and As they passed by me they would hit me and laugh evilly.The pain I was feeling almost felt real, but yet it wasn't.I then realized that I was having a nightmare which was similar to the dream I had when I was little.The nightmare I was having was so terrible that I could feel my heart break apart slowly from it as it was starting to be filled with pain, but Suddenly out of no where came a loud ringing sound which woke me up.When I opened my eyes I saw that my clock was the one making the loud noise and for once in my life I was glad that it did. After a minute of recovering from the nightmare I turned off the alarm and I got up.I then walked to my closet and got some clothes and headed straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower.Once I was done I went downstairs to eat breakfast and saw my cousin eating pancakes I was surprised to see 6 on his plate.Because I couldn't even eat 3 without being completely full from eating the first two.Then I remembered that my cousin could eat as much as he wanted and never gain weight.Which made me kind of curious of how he was able to stay the same with out a slight change of appearance.Even when I was like 6 years old he was still eating a lot.Which actually made me think that he was a fat ugly alien who had eaten my real cousin and replaced him.Because I never met or thought that anyone in the world could eat that much. He then noticed me "oh hey cuz good morning" he said smiling "uh good morning to you too" I said after I was completely snapped out of my thoughts My mom then turned around "well good morning honey why don't you come down and eat some pancakes" my mom said in a happy tone as usual I then walked downstairs and sat next to Ken as we started to talk about our plans on how to spend our day today.After a minute of talking with Ken my mom had finished making me my breakfast and I was about to eat my it until I noticed Ken looking at it with his mouth opened and his eyes darting it.I then looked at his plate and found it completely empty. My jaws then dropped "your down already?" I asked with a surprised look "well yeah I'm a fast eater remember" he said with a grin on his face I then sighed "do you want it?" I asked him as I knew he wouldn't stop looking at my breakfast "can I really?" he asked in a extremely happy mood as his tail wagged uncontrollable from left to right "yes" I said as I sighed again "Thanks a lot" he replied still in the same mood as he started to eat it with big bites "jeez slow down its' like you haven't eaten for days" I said as I was amazed as it only took him below a minute to finish the pancakes He then drank water before replying "come on you know I always eat like this" he said smiling as he putted his arm on my shoulder "well I know, but I got to feel sorry for who ever brings you to a restaurant" I said Laughing "hey that isn't a nice thing to say" he replied as he attacked and pinned me on the floor "now boys no rough housing" my mom said cause she didn't want anyone to get hurt even though she knew I was the one who would actually get hurt. "sorry auntly May" Ken said as he got off me I then got up and saw the clock behind him "Oh my god I'm going to be late" I shouted as I grabbed my bag and ran to the door, but before I stepped out the house Ken Grabbed my bag and pulled me closer to him. "now cuz don't forget we have plans later cause I only have like 6 more days to stay" he said smiling "ok, but if you don't mind I'm going to be late to school" I said as I was trying to get out of his grip to run to school. "ok see ya later then" he said with a grin as he let go of my bag I then began to run to school as I tried my best to avoid anything in front of me.After 15 minutes of running I made it to school and only a few more minutes before the bell rang.I then walked in the school and noticed Skye and the others.Skye then saw me as he waved his hand "oh hey there Roberto we thought you were never going to come" he said smiling "I'm sorry its cause I was talking with my Ken" I said panting as I was still exhausted from running "Is Ken really here?" he asked with a surprised look "yeah" I replied still panting "cool" Skye said in a happy tone Then Kenneth and the others entered the conversation "whose Ken?" Kenneth asked with a curious look as he wondered who he was "yeah is he your boyfriend?" Jake asked also curious about who he was I then blushed "no he is not my boyfriend he is my cousin" I said now fully recovered from running to school "so what's he like?" Steven asked still curious my cousin I was about to tell them, but the school bell rang "aww its time for class I guess you got to tell us later" Steven said with a depressed look as he and his bro walked off to there class.Then me and the others started to walk to our class too, but suddenly I froze in my steps as I saw Dante walking towards us.Once Christen saw him he started to growl, but it was strange Dante just gave me a glance with nothing hidden in them not hatred nor sadness as he passed by us.We all then just stood there for a minute until he was a couple feet away from me. Then we continued to walk to class, but for someone reason I couldn't stop thinking of Dante its' like something was troubling him then I thought that it must an been the letter I left him.Once we got in class and sat down I started day dream off Dante, but then I was snapped out of my thoughts as Skye spoke "are you alright Roberto?" he asked wondering if I was feeling ok "Y-yeah" I replied "are you sure you look like something is bothering you" he said with a worried look "yeah its nothing" I replied trying not to look depressed He then looked back at me as I started to wonder in my thoughts again, but suddenly I was snapped out of my thoughts again as the school bell rang signaling everyone to walk to there next class.I then got up and told Skye I'll catch up with them in a few minutes cause I had to use the restroom.I then walked alone to the restroom and when I got there I just turned on the faucet and splashed my face with water to get my self back together.After a few minutes getting a hold of myself I walked out of the restroom and started to walk to class, but I froze in my steps again as I saw Dante walk towards me, but like early he just gave me a glance as he passed by me.I then looked back at him with a confused look And took out my cell phone to send him a text message asking him what's wrong, but he didn't reply.After a few classes with thoughts about Dante troubling me the school bell rang as it finally had become time for lunch, but As soon as I had reached the table with a troubled look everyone started to ask me what what was wrong.I then just looked at them and told them I was fine.We then began to eat lunch, but it felt kind of weird since no one was talking it was just an awkward silence.Until the bell rang then we just got up and walked to our class still silent waiting for the day to be over.A few hours later the last school bell rang as school has finally ended.Me and the others then walked out of school still silent, but suddenly the silence broken by Christen "ok I just can't be quiet anymore so whats wrong with you Roberto your acting stranger then usual" he asked looking a little pissed "its nothi-" I was cut off short "don't say its nothing just say what's the fuck is wrong with you were your friends so you can tell us anything" he shouted now more pissed off at me Skye then walked in front of me "its' about Dante isn't it?" he asked in a concerned voice I then nodded my head "yah its' just because today he just passed us by without a word or even a expression" I said looking depressed "why the fuck would you care for him he hurtled you remember" Christen shouted still mad "I k-know, but he use to be my boyfriend a-and I still love him" I said nervously Everyone then had a surprised look on there face "really?" the twins said in sync "yes" I said looking down Skye then hugged me "its ok Roberto there's nothing to be sad about" he said trying to comfort me Then out of no where I heard my cousin's voice "Hey Skye long time no see" my cousin said in a good mood "oh hey Ken" Skye replied as he broke the hug and waved at ken as everyone else's jaw dropped.I guess I wasn't the only one who thought he was sexy He then walked up to me "are you ready to go to the mall?" he asked with a smile "yeah" I replied now with a happy look not wanting him to wonder what's wrong Then suddenly Christen putted his arm around me "so are you going to introduce us" he asked with a grin "oh yeah' I said almost forgetting about Christen and the others "well Ken this is Christen, Kenneth, and the twins Jake and Steven" I said as I walked to each of them to show who was who "well hello guys its' nice to meet you all I'm Ken Roberto's cousin" he said with a smile "so would you like to join us to the mall" I asked seeing that it wouldn't be nice of me not to invite them "yeah" they all Shouted "well it seems were going to have company huh cuz" Ken Said with a giggle "yeah I guess so" I said smiling till I got a text message I then checked who it came from. My eyes then widen as the text message was from Dante. The message said that he wanted to talk to me at the park near his place. So I had to think on my feet of what to say to everyone so I could go see him without them being suspicious. "uhh guys I got to get something at home why don't' you go to the mall without me" I said trying my best to keep a straight face "ok cuz just hurry well be in the mall so just call us when your there" Ken said with a curious look I then ran a few blocks from the school before reaching the park. After I got there I started look around, but I couldn't find Dante. So I just walked to a tree and sat under it for shade while I waited for him to show up. After a few minutes of waiting I heard Dante's Voice. It sounded like he was behind me so I looked behind the tree and saw him also sitting down. "D-Dante why did you want me to come here" I asked him nervously "I just called to you here to give you my answer to the message you left me" he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I then closed my eye and was glad that he was going to change back to his old self, but Suddenly he broke the kiss. "so would you give me a second chance Roberto?" he asked "yes, but please don't change again" I said as I hugged him He then lifted my chin up with his fingers "I'm sorry I only changed cause I was afraid of losing you to someone else" he said as we gazed into each others eyes I then leaned forward to whisper into his ear "As long as the chain connecting our hearts together doesn't break the bond we share shale live on through out our death and into the night sky of the moon" I then kissed him as time seemed to freeze in the world I have entered. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I'm sorry if this is kind a hard to follow, but I had some family issues so it was a little hard to write this and I rushed this story a little, but anyway I hope you enjoyed it ^^ (I'm still bad at punctuation and some other things so sorry readers) Oh and I'm sorry that there was no sex in this one, but ill try to get some in the next chapter

Title: Free At Last Ch. 05 Tags: lesbian incest, daughter, pregnant, spanking, mother, threesome, sex during period **Part 5: The Arrangement** It's Monday morning and I call Jimmy Bates, he's a realtor, married, has a son, a daughter and one on the way. So, I didn't have to ask about a fertility problem, or make up a phony excuse to see him. I just set-up a business lunch date, then jot down the three addresses, and information mom knew about the properties. I meet Jimmy and he looks almost exactly like he did when I saw him last, four years ago. When we were little kids he was the biggest for his age, but he stopped growing three or four years before the rest of us did, and I thought he would always get another spurt, but he didn't. He hugs me and holds my chair out for me. Ask if he has pictures of his family, and he happily shows them to me. Jimmy is five-seven, lean, decent looking, like me heavily freckled with hazel eyes, but he has red hair. His wife is a brunette, which might be dyed, and his babies have red hair, but their mother's darker complexion. Kids are cute and I try to picture mine with him being the father. I could see the resemblance they had of their father, and those of their mother, trying to adjust my features to the pictures in my mind. After a bit of small talk he asks, "What can I do for you?" Tell him I'm moving, wish to sell the properties and if his company wants to handle the listings. He laughs correcting me, "I'm a little monkey in the company zoo, it's my in-law's business, but I'd be more than happy to list them. Where are you moving to?" He grins, looking at my ring finger. "Are you getting married, or something, soon?" I hem and haw, getting him to apologize and get all red-faced. Feel so bad I tell him my rough plans, and he listens intently. He waits for our waiter to give us our meal then leans closer. "Wasn't trying to pry, Jamie I swear, just the way everything is set-up I can punch in what you're looking for in the computer and get you some listings." Tell him what we're doing, and what we're after. He holds up a finger. "I'm not trying to be rude, but the more I know the better I can help you. When you say partner, it isn't business wise?" "It is, but I'm gay too." He grins and nods. "Makes me feel a little better." I wrinkle my nose, and he laughs. "We were young, but I had such a serious crush on you, and I knew you liked me, but never quite the way I wanted." He holds up his hands. "Not that there is anything wrong with your preferences, it's just... Well, this is funny in a way, see I bought every pick-up book I could find and read them faithfully, but nothing worked. Took me two years to ask anyone else out after I gave up on you." He laughs, then waves his hand back and forth. "Sorry, it certainly isn't funny to you, and you probably had a rough time trying to figure it all out. It's good to see you, and I'll help you with anything I can." "Now that you mention it, Jimmy," I smile, "Jan, my partner, and I have another minor little problem. We'd like to have babies," his eyes get big, and his beer goes down the wrong way, "and we could use a donor." "Ah, Jamie," he wipes off his chin, "we're talking sperm here, right?" "Yes, but that would be where it ends. No support or anything, if you wish to stay in contact that would be fine. If you want no contact, that's fine too." "Wow, ah, wow." We sit there a bit, not saying anything. "Is that a good wow, Jimmy, or a bad wow?" I motion to our waiter for two more beers. "It'll be all up front, and we could talk to your wife–" "No, can't do that," Jimmy nearly shouts, then calms down. "Sorry, she just knows about you being my best friend, and thinks there was more. Plus I have my in-laws to worry about, they think everyone is out to get them. They'd have a shit fit over other potential heirs to the family business. Ah, for now it was just a wow, a big wow." "Understand, not a problem, and don't worry, listings are still yours. Now, lets enjoy this fine meal, and let you think about it some. So how is the real estate business doing? You think we should hold off selling?" "Whew, loaded question Jamie," Jimmy shrugs, "we have decent areas around town, at this time more bad, but there are some good, and it depends on the property. Naturally, for me to make a commission I'd have to tell you to sell, so I'm more than a tad biased." He sips at his beer. "Still, I don't see any real sharp upswing appearing in the next five years. Your grandpa's property, folks around there have been quartering those lots, and doing pretty good. I know a few contractors who might be interested." "Great, at least I get a little good news." Poor Jimmy is so shook up he can't eat, but he doesn't have a problem with the beer. I order him another. He looks at me and sighs. "You know you were my dream girl?" Before I can reply he adds, "Alright, I'll do it. So, what do we do, have clinical sex?" "Actually, we were just going to inject the sperm with a baste–" "Doesn't work," he shakes his head, "one of those urban myths. If you want to try, fine by me, but I don't want to be jacking off for–" Jimmy put a finger to his lips. "Sorry, that was crude. You can have it done at a clinic, I could donate there and–" "No, that's not an option. There has to be another way." Chuckling he raises his beer. "There's the old-fashioned way, it works pretty good." Sipping on my beer I weigh my options, no matter who we choose this is going to be a problem. "So, for the sake of argument, you would be alright with it? I mean, the old-fashion way." "Jamie, I told you, you're my dream girl. Yes, I'd be okay with it, and would keep it as professional as possible." He snorts. "Course, I don't know the exact etiquette, do you try to achieve an orgasm, or just contraception." I wrinkle my nose. "My thinking would be, try to make it pleasurable, so you would be in a more conducive state. Light kissing, breasts are in, heavy kissing, bottom and clit are out." Jimmy nods, and I hold up two fingers. "Other problems, one I don't shave, two my partner wants to be there at conception, means a lot to her." "Wow, ah, wow." He scratches his head, and closes one eye. "So, are we talking you don't do the new Brazilian cut some girls do?" "No, I'm talking I don't own a razor." I giggle. "I'm not bigfoot, but if you're curious take a peek under the table." He drops his fork, then looks under the table. "Can I feel?" "Yes." "Well, that's not bad, light color and soft. I don't see–" "Jimmy, can we please carry on the conversation above the table?" "Oh, sorry, Jamie." He snickers, and I think he's got a buzz on. "Kinda saying that in bunches, this just threw me a bit. So, is your partner... ah, well, going to be trouble? I mean–" "Jan is quite nice, just everyday people, I'm the dyke." "Oh, you are? Really!" Jimmy turns a bit red. "Well, ah, I guess..." "Not to worry I'm not a bull dyke, but in my circles I would be the dyke." "You look great, Jamie." He snickers. "Not that I could tell you what a bull dyke, or regular dyke looks like. How are we doing on time, concerning the event?" "Last period started two weeks ago, I'm fairly regular, so–" He winces, and I realize this is more information than he needs or wants. "Well, I'm going to get an ovulating monitor after we're through with our lunch date. How did you and your wife go about it?" "One more sorry." Jimmy puckers up his face. "First was an accident, other two were planned. However, all I know is, I get a call on my cell and the wife tells me she's in season, I haul ass home. After making my deposit I hold my wife's legs up to let it percolate or something. Sorry, but like most males I'm just the sperm donor. How about where this happens?" I laugh, and pat his hand. "So, this is like two guys trying to make a baby." Jimmy makes a sour face at that notion, and I shrug. "Anyway, I think it's the week before your period is the more fertile time, or week after. I'll get it all figured out, then give you a call, and I'm living back at home, so I was thinking there. Assuming you are still interested, and Jan isn't a problem?" "Definitely, I think I can handle the deed. As for Jan, I'm not sure how I'll react with an audience, but will give it a try." He gives me his cell phone number, and we say good-by. I go to take care of my other chores wondering if this is a stupid thing to do. Chances are I would've passed on the whole thing, except for Jimmy calling me his dream girl. I knew how that felt, although he was going to be disappointed with this encounter. Get home and give Jan the good news and bad, while she is in the swing. She takes it all well, but she's in the swing, running her feet up my sides. I'm massaging her feet. "So, another thing to work on, let's shorten your name to Jan, Janice stands out." "Alright, baby girl, Jan it is. You look a bit frazzled, maybe we should switch places." "No mom–" "That's Jan," she corrects me. "You're doing great, baby girl." She pins me between her feet and drags me close enough to get her hands on me and pulls me into her. "You really need to take your mind off of this, swap with me." I massage her titties and stomach. "So, you okay with all this?" "Well, I'm a tad jealous, he gets to give you full penetration, which I haven't yet enjoyed." She kisses me. "But I would like to, other than that, yes I'm fine. You decide baby girl, I'm your wife, and will stand beside you no matter what." "I love you, my sexy girl." I kiss her. "About the other thing, okay, but I'll need to buy a small dildo, I've little experience being on the other side of strap-ons." I rub the crotch of her panties. "Sweetie, how about I get your wet panties off and eat you?" "Thought I was supposed to be calming you down." "Yes you are." I've got my hand under her panties. "You know nothing calms me down better than your pussy." I kiss her. "Throw in your rabbit, if I can find it." "Right up on the dresser, next to the clit gel. I'll need a towel and washcloth, please." "How did that toy washer do?" "Seems to clean them up nicely." I give her belly a kiss, then each nipple and finally her lips. "I'll be right back beautiful, I love you, cutie." "Um-m, baby girl I love you, and not just because you spoil me rotten." With help from her toys I give her two nice orgasms, then we need to see about this ovulation thing. Mom found an ovulation calendar on the Internet, and plugs in the dates while I take the pee test. She hollers, "Ah, baby girl, according to this you're prime chance is tonight and tomorrow, after that you have to wait til your next period." "Great, stick says I'm ovulating too." I sigh. "Jimmy was on call for his wife, so he is used to this, but I don't know if he'll come." She socks me. "Oops, missed one, 'if he'll come.' What? It's punny." I roll my eyes, then mom rubs my back. "Sorry. A little nervous, honey?" "Oh yeah, a whole lot." I take a deep breath. "Better now, then dwelling on it for two weeks, or however long. I'll call Jimmy, and hope for the best." He answers and agrees to come over at seven, assuring me it's no trouble. I'm a nervous wreck, can't eat dinner, and mom massages my shoulders. "Let's go shower up and get ready, baby girl." Sleepwalk through my shower and mom getting me dressed, then sit on the couch watching the clock. Mom gives me a glass of a wine, and massages my arms and legs. "It's alright baby girl, if you can't do this. We could–" "I can do it, just sinking in is all." I take a drink, and chuckling nervously smile. "It sounded so easy, and it has to be done. No big deal, it's just a little sex, right?" Mom pats my leg. "Yes, just a little sex. He can't possibly be bigger than your toys." Hanging my head I sigh. "But, I've never had sex with a man." "Never?" "Not full sex." I shrug. "I couldn't ever get past the bad kissing and pawing." Dab at my forehead, thinking I'm sweating like a pig. "I can just close my eyes, and pretend it's you." "Sure baby girl." She kisses me, and gently strokes my cheek. "Honey, he was a good friend, and sounds like he still is, I'm sure he will be gentle. We can talk to him about–" "Oh mom, I don't know if–" A knock on the door interrupts me. I jump up, go to the door, wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, then open the door. "Jimmy come in, this is my wife, Jan." "Nice to meet you." Jimmy hands me a bouquet of daisies. "Jamie, thought you might be a bit nervous." He hands Jan a bouquet. "Had no idea what you might like Jan, but daisies used to be Jamie's favorite." "Still are," I pipe up, "thanks." "Yes, thank you, they're very nice." Mom smells the flowers. "Would you care for a drink Jimmy? You look a tad nervous." "With good reason," he grins, "I'm totally nervous. Beer or wine will be fine, just one to calm me down a bit. Was going to have one or two before coming here, but figured I wouldn't be able to stop, and don't need to be drunk." I giggle. "God Jimmy, I'm glad I'm not the only one." Mom brings us in drinks and Jimmy smiles. "Thank you, Jan. Do either of you know where Guadalupe, California is?" Jan giggles. "Guadalupe, isn't that somewhere in Mexico?" "That is one, but this one is in California, Santa Barbara County, in the northwestern corner to be exact." Jimmy laughs, pulls an envelop out of his jacket pocket and hands me it. "A tourist spot, which happens to have an old warehouse for sale. Eighty feet by one-twenty, two thirds has a second floor, and roof is for parking." Scratching behind her ear Jan wrinkles her nose. "Sounds small, I mean the city." "A tad over five thousand people, an agricultural town, majority Hispanic." Jimmy shrugs. "But Santa Maria, with over fifty thousand people is ten miles away. Coast highway runs through the town, it is south of a river, and Pacific Ocean is west." I smile. "Sounds inexpensive." "Wouldn't call it cheap," Jimmy raises a finger, "but at three hundred thousand, asking price is not bad. Might get it for two hundred thousand. Almost ten thousand square feet downstairs, over six upstairs, lets you have studio, office and housing upstairs, gallery downstairs." Mom looks over at me and nods, as I'm tapping my lower lip. "Does sound interesting, what would be our next step?" "Well, could go take a look at it," Jimmy gives us a wink, "but smarter thing would be get a rough idea of what you want to do with it and work up some costs. As you can see from the pictures, it's pretty wide open, and everything will have to be built. Costs will be determined by what you're after, but you can figure two or three hundred thousand, easy." "Looks like an old agricultural building." I hold up one of the pictures. "So, we keep it the same for the gallery, very rustic. No fancy lighting or flooring." Jimmy hunches his shoulders. "Definite money saver." Jan nods. "I like it, and we don't need much fancy in our house, office will be fine rustic, might cut those building costs to around two hundred thousand." I chuckle. "Except probably want a roomy tub and shower, at least for the master suite." "Um-m, yeah." Jan has a dreamy look in her eyes. "Exercise room, sauna and hot tub sound nice. Don't see any yard, so maybe a patio up on the roof, like the big city. I guess we are back up near the three hundred thousand price range." "Alright, now we work it over." Jimmy clasps his hands together. "So, we're looking at six, throw in all the permits, engineering, architectural drawings and little things that crop up, say another two hundred thousand. Don't forget furnishings, and we're somewhere in the seven to nine hundred thousand dollar range. This type of project banks will most likely want half paid in cash. On the other hand, once complete, building should be worth well over a million dollars. We still talking this being doable?" "Yes, financially stretches us some." Jan nods, "But, it's doable." "Alright," Jimmy smiles, "let me talk to the seller. If you can sketch out what you might want on those plans, we can get some figures. Next up, would be to take a trip out there to see if you're interested in living in Guadalupe." "Any other good news?" I sigh. "Or do we talk about the other?" "This wasn't the only piece of property, but the best buy." He shakes his head. "Others for that kind of money, lucky to get half the square footage. And the one's with the footage cost three times as much. Still, have plenty of time to find something, and appraiser is going to look at your properties in the morning. So, I guess we're back to talking about the other." I snicker. "Yes, it all leads back to that. Guess there is no way to do this modestly." Jimmy chuckles. "If you want we can just do it through open zippers, just hope I don't get it caught, zipper rash is a bitch." "Thanks, really needed a laugh." Rolling my eyes I take a deep breath. "But, only makes sense to be naked, and we're under a sheet–" "Actually, dear," mom cuts in, "better and easier for you if you use the ramp and wedge. Unless you want to spend fifteen minutes with your legs over your shoulder." Raising an eyebrow Jimmy puckers up his mouth. "Even though I wouldn't mind seeing you in the position it gets to be a little weird after a minute or so." "You're so naughty and bad." I smack him on the arm. "No way could I do that and look you in the eye again. I mean, all that would come into my head, would be me splayed open." "Won't happen," Jimmy smiles, "if you must get in that position, or any other, I'll put a towel over you. It's not how I wish to remember you like." "Thank you," I pat his hand, "it means a lot to me." "It's her first time," mom chimes in, and I flash her a look, which she ignores. "This is her major problem, and has stressed her out, worrying." Making a tsking sound I roll my eyes. "I'm not a virgin, not even close." Mom gives me one of her looks and I hang my head. "But, I've never been with a man." "Oh wow." Jimmy takes a drink, and I think he's trembling a bit. "By the way, it's a good wow, a very good wow. Naturally, it's going to be a bit more pressure, now that I have to represent the entire male population." We all laugh, and he tugs at his ear. "How about we start with the two of us giving you a nice body massage?" "Good idea." Jan stands, and holds her hands out to us. "Come on you kids, it's not going to be that tough, if we don't make it so." The two of us take her hands, and she herds us to the bedroom. Jan is all business like. "So, Jimmy, when was your last sexual encounter? And was it one or two ejaculations?" He squawks, "What?" Jan smiles. "Not prying, and don't need specifics, but we need to know how successful this might be with just one coupling." Sounded pretty specific to me. Jimmy sighs. "Last night, just one." "Okay." Jan holds the door open for us. "You two strip, we're going to need at least two, maybe three–" "Ejaculations?" Jimmy yelps out, "I might be able to work up two, but no way–" "Not to worry," Jan cuts in, "I'll help you out, if need be. But you give us two big squirts we won't even need a third." I don't know about Jimmy, but this isn't going the way I thought it might. As slow as he is peeling off his clothes I have a pretty good idea how he feels. I stand there in my undies and shirt, then Jan gives me a swat. "Come on baby girl, get them off and lay on the bed, on your tummy, if you want." She rubs my back. "Will you be less nervous if I strip too?" Nod, then I do as told, and my legs are squeezed so tight together nothing short of sub-atomic particles are getting in. My eyes are shut nearly as tight, then I feel the bed move as the others crawl to me. Hands on my shoulders are rougher than on my butt, so I deduce they are Jimmy's. I barely open an eye, hoping to get a peek at what I have to deal with, but all I can see is his thigh. Jan is doing a great job getting my legs open, her tongue doing wonderful things to my bottom. I rub her bottom and she is wearing her panties. "Honey, take them off, I might want to eat you." "Ah, just relax, baby girl." Jan kisses my bottom. "We don't need to scare Jimmy." "Hey, I don't mind." Jimmy snickers. "Really, might get rid of my nervousness." "Well, ah..." Jan moves away from me, and I open my eyes. She nervously giggles. "Well, I'm on my period. Scared now?" "Wow." Looking at Jan's butt Jimmy wrinkles his nose. "And you still do it?" "Um-m, constantly," mom wiggles her butt, "it's great, so intense and you climax like the Fourth of July fireworks finale. I love it." Poor Jimmy is fidgeting, no doubt having enough of this. I rub Jan's bottom. "I want my girl's panties off, but leave your tampon in, should make all three of us happy." Jimmy doesn't say anything and mom takes off her panties, before going back to massaging my bottom half. Jimmy is handling his end quite well too, and unconcerned over my excessive hairiness, or at least not shying away from my pits. I'm not sure if it was Jan's suggestion, but he starts planting little kisses all over me, which are great. I feel him shift a bit, and take another peek, this time between his legs. He has a hard-on, about seven inches, but fairly thin. Doesn't look like it's going to be too tough on me, and along with my girl he is making me feel very nice. His grip is strong, but tender and kisses soft, nothing like my girl's, or any other of my girlfriends, although he is by far better than those other Neanderthals who were pawing me in my youth. "Honey," Jan pats my butt, "I said, time to get on your back. Baby girl, don't be–" I snap out of my reverie and just roll over, without thinking about it. "There we go, that's my good girl." Jan is planting kisses on my bush, and Jimmy is massaging my titties, by the time I realize a man is looking at me, all of me. Don't know why my extra hair embarrasses me, but I can feel my face get flushed. I like my hair, and feeling like a boy, even dressing like one. Course, if I was as hairy as Aunt Clara I wouldn't like that, I didn't want to be a man. "Okay, very good, baby girl," Jan is rubbing my tummy, "Jimmy is ready. You need to go lay on the ramp, and I'll get the lube." God, my legs are going to be spread wide-open, butt a foot and a half above my head, making my pussy the central focal point of the whole room. Jimmy helps me up, then gives me a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay, we can do this." It's all I can do to give him a thin smile, as he guides me over to the ramp and helps me lay down. He kneels by my head, so he doesn't have a very good angle at seeing me in all my glory. Jimmy rubs my head and shoulders, whispering in my ear, "Everything is going to be fine." Jan lubes me up, slides a finger in me then a second while licking my clit. I start panting as she comes over and lubes up Jimmy's dick. "Alright, my baby girl is ready." Jimmy takes a deep breath, I close my eyes, but can hear all the air slowly escape his lungs. Feel a bit of pressure at my entrance and tense up. "Relax, baby girl," Jan coos in my ear, as she rubs my tummy and strokes my hair. "You're beautiful, baby girl, I love you so much." She keeps whispering sweet nothings to me while Jimmy penetrates my pussy. It's not much different than the few times a girlfriend used a strap-on to fuck me. Open my eyes, looking up at my dream girl, feeling so wonderful she is here experiencing this with me. Still, I was hoping this might take on the first try, and I cup my lover's pussy. "I love you, sexy lady, thank you." Jan kisses me, sliding her hand up to my clit. With a loud groan Jimmy trusts deep into me, and I can feel him shooting his cum into me. He stays still in me for a half a minute, then pulls out. "Sorry, for the quickness, I got a bit over-excited, you two are so hot. Never seen anything like it." "In this case, quick is not bad." Jan giggles, and gets between my legs, opening my pussy. "Was a pretty good load, might get away with just two." I know I let out a sigh of relief, and I believe so did Jimmy. Jan pats my tummy, then stands. "I'll go get some tea, while you two rest up a bit." Didn't want her leaving, but I wasn't going to embarrass Jimmy or me by complaining. Jimmy takes a towel off the bed and covers me up, then sits beside my head. "You alright, Princess?" Giggling I smack his thigh. "Haven't heard that endearment in ages, Sir James. Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for the tenderness, and towel." "Oh god, I forgot about Sir James." He laughs, then kisses my hand. "It didn't stick like Princess, always bossing me around." "Yeah, I did, didn't I?" "Oh yeah, you were so good at it too." Jimmy scratches his head. "None of my business, but Jamie, how long have you been having an affair with your mother?" "Jesus Christ! You fucking know!" I thought I might burst in to tears, and turn my head away from him. Would've got up and run, but knew I couldn't do it gracefully. "How? You never came to my house, or at least inside, cause grandpa didn't like boys hanging around?" "It's alright, not a big deal." Jimmy strokes my cheek. "No, it wasn't here, it was at school." He shrugs. "You keep a pretty good eye out for anything that happens to concern your dream girl." "Not what you think." I wipe away a tear. "Well, it is, and I've loved her for years, but only acted on it when I got back from school, not even two weeks ago. We're two consenting adults and not hurting any–" "Jamie, it's okay, I'm not going to report you or anything." Jimmy turns my head back, so he is looking at me. "I knew who she was before ever stepping foot in your house. Just curious, and want to help you, but is there anything else, or something worse?" "No, nothing, and what could possibly be worse?" I choke back the tears. "We just want to start over, hopefully where this can't happen again. We're not weirdoes, you know?" "Yes, I know." Jimmy kisses my forehead. "I see how you look at each other, and I meant it, you two look hot together. I think your plan is the best, and I'll help you any way I can." "Thanks Jimmy." I kiss him on the lips. "Thanks, a lot." "Confession time over?" Jan asks, standing in the doorway. "I'm glad you're not upset, and we would've preferred total honesty, Jimmy, but you can understand why we did what we did. Now, let's have a nice cup of tea, and get back to business." "Tea, huh?" Jimmy makes a sour face. "Suppose it won't kill me." Jan laughs, and shakes her head. "It's raspberry herb tea, and will relax you a bit, not kill you. Looks like besides her other considerable talents, my baby girl is a good judge of character, we're going to have fine babies." She hands him a cup of tea. "I wasn't sure how you might like it, so I put two teaspoons of honey in, eucalyptus honey, real good stuff, with a bit of a tang." He chuckles, and takes a sip. "Alright, it's not half bad." Shaking his head he laughs. "Course, had I known this is how you dress for a tea party, this might not have been my first." "Fine sense of humor," Jan winks at him, "I like that too." She put the tray on the cube, then helps me raise my head enough to take a sip or two. "You did good baby girl, ready?" I nod, but Jimmy raises his hand. "Ah, tea or no tea, I might need a bit more time to, ah–" "Here, give me that, please." Jan takes his tea cup, and puts it on the tray. "Maybe I can help you out a little bit." Mom kneels in front of Jimmy, bends down and takes his dick in her mouth. I know my eyes double in size, as he groans, "Oh my, yes this should do the trick." In about two minutes Jimmy is hard and back in me, giving me slow strokes. Jan sits at my head, stroking my hair, fondling my titties and making out with me, while I fondle her. Jimmy lasts a couple of minutes, then I can feel him cum in me. He puts the towel back on me and shakes his head. "Guess I would be a real loser if I made threesomes a common practice, you ladies excite the living hell out of me. I almost don't know if I'm coming or going, pun intended." Jan looks at him a bit strange, as I giggle. "We played the sock 'em game too." "I see, and thank you for the compliment." She hands Jimmy his tea. "So, one more for good luck a possibility?" "Well," Jimmy sheepishly shrugs, "not like I'm winded or anything. Barely broke a sweat." He looked in his tea cup. "Must be something in this brew, I swear I usually give a better showing. I don't need you getting the wrong idea about the male population." I pat Jimmy's arm. "Far as I'm concerned you did fine for the male population, even increased it's standing in my eyes." Chuckling I raise an eyebrow. "Course, I didn't have a very high opinion of the male population to begin with, only could go up." Jan pokes Jimmy in the side. "Don't blame my tea, if anything it would put lead in your pencil. My vote would be we are too hot." "Like that one too," I chime in, "even if it's not true for me. I'm fairly certain a hairy dyke is not in most men's dreams." Mom gives me a thump on the head. "It's the way you want it, I offered to do all the work and shave you, not that I mind my girl a tad furry. What do you think Jimmy?" "At the risk of catching hell," he scratches his chin, "I've had an occasional liaison with the wife when she was a bit stubbly. I didn't care for that, but being a male I wasn't about to let it stop me either. As for Jamie's hair, since it's grown out, it wasn't that terrible. So, I guess it's smooth or furry, but no in between for me." We all laugh, and Jan shakes her head. "You're not running for office, but sound like it. Besides, you already said it didn't matter." She shrugs. "Doesn't matter to me either, even if my baby girl was stubbly I would never refuse to be pleasured by her, or please her." "Yeah," Jimmy snickers, "don't know too many guys who give the old 'got a headache,' routine to their wives. Still, I wouldn't mind getting any pointers you ladies have to give." Jan is happy to give him her opinion on the matter, and I put in my two cents. After half an hour of giving pointers I sigh. "Ah, this isn't the best position to have conversations in." "Right, sorry baby girl." Jan rubs my tummy. "Jimmy, you need help?" He glances down at his lap. "A bit, if you don't mind, please." With a giggle Jan shrugs. "We all have to do our part, don't we?" She sucks Jimmy's dick, but it's not working as fast. Jimmy rubs Jan's shoulder. "Could you two, ah, maybe do it. I think it would help." For an answer I pull Jan's hips towards me, and my girl straddles my face. "Oh god, that's hot." I can feel Jan lick my clit and hear Jimmy panting. "Um-m, that's even hotter." He gets between my legs, and Jan stops licking me, but I can hear slurping sounds, as I keep tonguing my girl. Doesn't take long and Jimmy is in me, then Jan goes back to licking my clit. This sensation isn't unusual, seeing as my girl does the same thing to me with a dildo. Surprisingly I'm enjoying myself, but not as much as my girl. She wiggles her bottom as her climax starts and I suck on her clit, getting her to howl. This set off Jimmy, he thrusts into me a couple of times then explodes. I swear it's the largest of the three, but over long before Jan's. I'm close, but give her a pat on the bottom and my girl stops. She crawls off me and Jimmy covers me up with the towel. I pat his arm. "Thank you, it meant a lot." "Hey," he chuckles, "I'm no saint here, and I got a lot out of it too." Brushing his shoulder he grins. "Could I take a shower, before going home?" "Sure," Jan points, "bath is next door on the right. I'll bring your clothes in." He heads in for a shower and she comes back to sit beside me. "You did fine, baby girl." She kisses me. "One more time tomorrow to make sure you're going to be a little mamma, then it's all over. Should be easier, not so–" "Mom, I'm fine, and it wasn't too bad. Could you get me a robe, please?" "Of course, baby girl." She takes in Jimmy's clothes and brings me back a robe, then I get off the ramp. "Geez, spent too long like that, what a head rush." I walk Jimmy to the door, and he gives my hand a kiss. "Thank you for the honor of... I guess, our mating, and I hope we were successful." He chuckles. "I know it was a bit traumatic for you, but you did very well, Princess." "Because of you it wasn't traumatic at all, Sir James." I give him a kiss. "Kind of strange asking you this now, but are you happy being a family man?" "Very happy," he smiles, and pats my hand, "and it doesn't have to be like when we grew up. You're going to make a fine mommy." Jimmy makes a sour face. "Or is daddy, the proper term?" I giggle. "It's two mommies. Will same time tomorrow be alright?" "Sure, see you tomorrow." Jimmy leaves and I haven't seen Jan. She isn't in the dining room either. I go back in and find her in the swing, fingering herself. "You horny little devil, what are you doing?" I wave a finger no. "Never mind, I can see what you're doing. Why?" "Baby girl, you got me all worked up, and–" "And you need to learn to behave. It's rude not to escort your guest to the door." I sit on the bed and pat my leg. "Get over here, cutie." "Sorry, baby girl." My naughty girl lays down on my lap and giggles. "After my spanking are you going to eat me?" "Of course, sexy, and I'm going to fuck you too." I rub her back. "You have to learn to behave, cutie. You can't play with your toys all day and night." Give her a spanking before putting her in the swing, eating her to three orgasms and fucking her for twice that. I carry her to the tub, wash her then put her to bed, the whole time she is telling me how much she loves and needs me. Following evening Jimmy comes over and with our help is able to give us three more squirts. This time mom saw him to the door with me, she still wound up in the swing. Things mellow out and we wind up keeping our hands off each other long enough to get things done around the house. Work on our finances and see what kind of money we are dealing with. Properties appraise at nearly five hundred thousand, but we'll be lucky to get four. We also research what we want in our house, make rough sketches, even start packing up what was going. I'm keeping my truck, but mom is selling her car. But, it is still our honeymoon and we enjoy plenty of sex. \* \* \* *to be continued...*

“And you’re saying this potion will make me bigger, then?” Wouldn’t be the first time Maza heard someone promise that, only for the product they peddled to turn out to be complete rubbish. She was used to disappointment on that end, and yet continued to find new and interesting reasons to be disappointed when she inevitably bought new samples or was swindled into purchasing something she should know better than to trust. For the kobold it had become somewhat of an obsession, something she was as capable of resisting as the simple act of breathing; growing out a curvier, thicker body was paramount. She had that goal for years now, and it partly motivated her decision to become an adventuress-for-hire in the first place. Maza was already significantly more voluptuous than most others of her race, and not just below the waist; her rotund rear was complemented by a perfectly shapely pair of breasts that took up a significant chunk of her chest, a set of tits she was very proud of. But a lifetime of being exposed to bigger role models thanks to her frequent travels, as well as her chosen career putting her in a place where she could find those more easily, had left Maza with a desire for more that, try as she might, she couldn’t quench; much as the ‘bold knew it was better for her to let go of her dream and try and be happy with what she had, there was something else constantly telling her that such an attitude was, to put it mildly, complete horsecrap. She was going to be bigger, and she would go through every damn potion seller in the land if she needed to in order to make it happen. All of this had led to her visiting her current salesman of dubious alchemical products. The wizened old elf kept his shop in one of the dingiest parts of the city of Starna, somewhere beyond where everyone was too afraid to go. It was highly doubtful he got any kind of clientele that wasn’t involved in at least three racketeering schemes or happened to be on the run from the local guard, which made the tip she got be even more suspicious than usual; surely, of all the people that could ever help her, this one would never be anywhere near the list at all. And yet, when she walked in, the kobold didn’t see an endless series of explosives or liquified hexes; there were plenty of purported intellectual enhancements being marketed to “locksmith experts” and “alternative revenue collectors”, which meant exactly what one presumed it did, but a significant portion of the stock was actually dedicated to bodily transfiguration draughts. Changing one’s physical shape through alchemy was always a risky procedure, but there was no end to potion masters who sought to perfect their art to the point where they could mass market just that kind of product. The results were nearly universally temporary, and even when they weren’t still had a tendency to be less than stellar; hence Maza’s healthy skepticism when the store’s owner told her that the potion he suggested would make her bigger. Not bigger in any specific way, just… bigger. It was vague enough that it wouldn’t be false advertisement if she just grew an extra inch, but not too specific that she was eager to actually take the risk; not until the elf proposed she use a recovery charm on her payment, conditional with her personal satisfaction with the product. The generosity was suspicious, but Maza took the bait anyway, dropping a bag full of coins and walking out of the store, half-expecting the façade to vanish behind her the moment she turned around. It didn’t. Even weirder. The light blue liquid looked like the kind of thing she used to see in large laundry operations, and honestly only needed soapy bubbles before being identical. It tasted just as terribly as well, with the ‘bold needing to physically push down her gag reflex just to keep the liquid inside of her. It left her feeling queasy, uncomfortably hot, and perhaps most importantly, unnaturally tight all over. It was like she was flexing constantly, except without any kind of effort; after the initial shock wore off it actually felt sort of pleasant, at least enough to counteract the potion’s other effects. Trying to walk was a mistake, and Maza very nearly fell head-first onto the ground. Having not taken a step since downing the potion, she somehow missed the fact that all the blood previously in her skull decided to take a trip downwards, leaving her so woozy and lightheaded that the world was starting to look like it had tripled up and started to dance before her very eyes; only the timely intervention of her sword being (quite inappropriately) used as a walking stick prevented her from splattering over the mud, and even then she could barely walk at all. The blade was starting to bend from all the stress being placed on it, but Maza couldn’t care less; the sudden lack of coordination and her extreme difficulty in keeping her mind focused were far more important concerns to her at that moment. Was she just drugged? Was the whole “potion seller” thing really just a scam in and of itself, and she’d wake up several hours later completely naked and with a note apologizing for having made off with her equipment? It wouldn’t be the first time that happened, but it would be the first where she willingly dosed herself up on a sleeping agent. It wasn’t meant to be, though; the effects of the soporific never grew more powerful than the initial impact, and after a couple of minutes of heavy breathing the kobold was ready to go back to action… which in that case meant turning around and demanding some explanations out of the charlatan who almost made her throw up her lunch. It was only then that Maza noticed her sword was gone, or rather, it was no longer held in her hand. The ‘bold had to turn in her spot a few times before noticing that it was technically still there, albeit attached to her arm; closer inspection revealed that the hilt was somehow inside of her scales, as if it had melted into her and became part of her flesh, with the rest of it quickly following suit. She yelped in surprise, waving her arm around and trying to shake it off, but to no avail; the blade slowly but inexorably disappeared into her, consumed by her scales… and yet not really showing up again. Maza would’ve expected it to have its pointy end bulge out near her shoulder or something, but instead it had simply vanished from sight, leaving her to touch the “affected” area with equal parts concern and utter confusion. A few moments later she got her answer, when the previously soft skin began to harden underneath her fingers. Where once she could press down with her thumb was now a rock-solid surface, her brown scales hardening until they began sounding oddly… metallic. It was only after knocking on it with her knuckles that the kobold realized just what had happened: somehow, her body had assimilated the sword and turned its blade into some sort of organic plating, with most of her right arm now covered by this mysterious, hardened surface, leaving only the joints as soft as they were before. What’s more, bringing her right hand to her left arm revealed that the transformation was beginning to spread in that direction as well, and after a few more minutes of frantically exploring herself, Maza soon found out that most of her scales were becoming as tough as steel right underneath her touch. This was obviously the work of the potion, but while it was working in a way entirely unlike what was advertised, the ‘bold couldn’t help but admit that was actually a welcome addition to her arsenal. Swords could always be replaced; hell, the one her body just ate up was barely three months old. But having a suit of armour that weighed next to nothing and yet seemed more than capable of withstanding blows about as well as plate or mail, doubly so one that wouldn’t need any kind of maintenance whatsoever? That’s the kind of thing money couldn’t buy! She was still miffed at the lack of warning, and was about to turn around to demand some satisfaction when she heard footsteps in the mud quickly approaching her location. From the sound of it, someone was running towards her, and a cloaked figure carrying a large bag was revealed after it burst out of an alleyway. They were being followed by two lightly-armed guards, shouting after them and demanding they stop; considering the kind of glinting gold falling out of that bag of theirs, it was obvious that person was a thief, and Maza was in the perfect position to intercept. What should’ve been an easy grab for an easier reward took a turn for the weird the moment the kobold laid hands on the man. He clearly wasn’t expecting her to actually do anything about him, hence the complete lack of a dodge attempt, leaving him to practically trip over himself at the very last minute to try and get away from Maza… who just politely sidestepped with one leg outstretched and had the man fall flat on his face, bag of stolen goods flying a couple of feet in the air before spilling its goods all over the ground. Feeling it to be an entirely natural course of events, the ‘bold grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck… and then had to flinch when she felt something hit her with immense force. The downed thief writhed in obvious discomfort as their clothes grew looser upon their frame with each passing second, and Maza was left wondering if she had somehow triggered some kind of odd escape spell. It wasn’t until her own body began to change that she understood the true ramifications of both the potion and the sudden sword disappearance: the man she tripped wasn’t vanishing, he was being absorbed. Poor Maza pleaded with her gods for the process not to be fatal, and much to her delight it seemed to stop just short of doing any permanent damage. The poor man was clearly emaciated and needed help from the guards just to get back on his feet, but at least he was alive and could recover; meanwhile, her own frame had bulged out in every direction, several inches added to her height and curves, leaving her feeling both tremendously satisfied and also utterly terrified at the implications. Her bra straps were digging into her scales and the loincloth she wore was quickly becoming obsolete, to say nothing of how the ever-present feeling of tightness was just getting worse right after it started to vanish into the back of her mind, the ‘bold’s body demanding she feed upon another victim to satiate its own growing lust for size. Maza didn’t know what to do or say; if the two guardsmen noticed her sudden spurt they didn’t say anything to that regard, leaving her wondering if the whole encounter hadn’t been completely imagined and she was just having a very vivid hallucination after drinking a tainted potion. It took until she returned to the main avenues, all thought of returning to the shop somehow poofing out of her head, for Maza to get some confirmation that it wasn’t just her imagining things; multiple passers-by were eyeing her nervously and a few made comments towards how inappropriately she was dressed. It was a relief, knowing her overspill and muffin-topping wasn’t just in her head; but it also brought with it a few extra concerns that Maza didn’t quite know what to do with. She had the power to drain others for their mass, ok. That was a thing, and stranger spells had been cast in the past… but what was she to do with it? Was it permanent? Would it wear off as soon as the potion was cleared from her system? If so, shouldn’t she be making the best out of the situation and grabbing as many wrongdoers as she could in order to take back from them what they metaphorically took from others, or whatever else her mind was telling her made sense? Yes. Yes she should. Maza didn’t even realize how warped her thought process was when she reached that conclusion; to the kobold it now made perfect sense to go around stealing people’s size to add to her own. She was already approaching five feet in height, giving her an unprecedented new perspective on the world, and she wanted more; and wouldn’t she know it, an opportunity was just around the corner. A brawl had broken out between a few people over something or other, with a group of guardsmen standing aside waiting for them to tire themselves out before intervening. It was standard procedure whenever they found themselves outnumbered, doubly so when the people responsible were very clearly dockworkers. For most, this meant that any kind of action taken to stop them would lead to a broken nose and a nearly ripped-out arm; for Maza, she saw nothing more than a group of ripe ruffians fresh out of a lifetime of bulking up, ready for her to pluck and devour to her heart’s content. Her newly-acquired predatory instincts kicked in when she strolled right into the middle of the fight against the protestations of the crowd, and grabbed onto as many people as she could. The effects were immediate. Muscle mass dwindled and shrunk, heights were reduced, biceps deflated, strength sapped; the moment her hands touched bare skin, whoever happened to own it would undergo a terrifyingly effective energy transfer where most of their usable mass went straight to Maza, whose body was rapidly growing to become something more akin to an oversized lizard than the tiny ‘bold she used to be. The crowd took several steps back once her head began to poke out from the mess of fighters, her brazzer and loincloth snapping and leaving her fully exposed for the world to see. Her scales as well began to share in the bounty, growing resplendent and velvety smooth, all while the subdermal plates continued to grow to match her new form. It wasn’t just height she was gaining; her proportions were being warped as well! Breasts began to swell far more than they should, hips flaring and ass fattening until her combat-honed figure grew plump and squishable, more akin to something one would see in a brothel than in a battlefield. Behind it, however, was still the keen mind of an experienced fighter, hence why the sudden appearance of a lot more flesh on her didn’t stop her in the slightest when it came to getting in the way of the rest of the brawlers. Five minutes was all it took for her to go from small enough to blend into the group, to so tall and enormous that the guardsmen were running for reinforcements. Maza quite liked having that reaction on people; after a lifetime of being looked at as some kind of shortstack oddity, being able to truly inspire awe in those around her made for a wonderful sensation of power that, truth be told, she was enjoying far more than she thought she would. The idea of going back to the potion seller and demanding some explanation from him vanished from her mind as quickly as the mass disappeared from the bodies of the brawlers, and now she wanted more. The guardsmen returned after just a few minutes, during which the ‘bold got to show off for everyone around her. The few people who didn’t run away the moment they saw disaster coming seemed to be enthralled by the very sight of her, and why shouldn’t they be? A bust that hung dangerously close to her waist complemented a firm, tight rear that nonetheless kept an unnatural amount of bounce, melding down into a pair of thighs so thick they could be mistaken for tree trunks; strong as them, as well! Contrary to what she thought, the sudden absorption of mass hadn’t turned her into a softy, instead adding even more to her already-defined physique and leaving her body a perfectly sculpted edifice of musculature the likes of which even half-giants would be jealous of. But why settle for half when she could beat out the real deal? It almost felt like a crime not to explore her new powers to the best of her ability, especially now that she had such a willing crowd ready and waiting to provide all the “fuel” she could ever need. Maza didn’t know how she knew, but it just made sense in her head; the ‘bold snapped her fingers and welcomed the worship of those around her, allowing them to gift her the only thing of value they had: themselves. She felt different somehow, more in control; it wasn’t until the first person collapsed that Maza realized the willing donations could break through the limit that her outright theft couldn’t, and a few of her supplicants were very nearly expiring just so they could make her bigger! She couldn’t deny that it was oddly flattering, in its own “unique” way, but still had no intention of actually taking any lives that day; with another snap the flow was cut, her body once again isolated… but not unchanged. Though most of the crowd had fled from her, there were still enough people left that the next stage in her ascension left her even more colossal than after she broke up the fight. Now edging out at nearly ten feet in height, the kobold could barely move at all without making a racket; be it her asscheeks clapping powerfully against one another, somehow aided by the subdermal plates she developed, or her practically knee-length breasts sloshing as much as a water tank in a storm, the air was filled by the sounds of Maza, admiring her own form in much the same way one would appreciate a fine work of art. It was amazing how much her physique was only being accentuated by the sudden additions; she expected to go rounder at some point, but those muscles of hers just kept glistening even harder, their shape set even heavier than before! Wasn’t the only thing with extra weight either; it came as a surprise to her, but her slit wasn’t alone down there between her increasingly-thick legs. It was only apparent when she tried to walk and suddenly noticed something getting in the way that hadn’t been there before, and a few seconds and a glance downwards later, Maza practically shrieked when she saw she had developed a cock and a pair of balls, the latter of which had somehow inherited the same kind of colouring and covering as the rest of her. The scales on those things were being stretched out immensely as the two orbs grew into place… or rather, filled into place; it was quite obvious they were very productive, if not for their weight then for how much her new shaft was already leaking all over the place. By the time it stabilized it was thicker than her arms and about as long as her torso, providing her with the best tool for the job for what came next: the titfuck. Never in her life did Maza think she’d be able to give one of those to herself, but there she had it. In the middle of the street, with no one left to stop her, the ten-foot giantess dropped on her knees and then fell backwards, shaking the ground itself when her form collapsed, the ‘bold far too busy wrapping her tits around her new length to really care about how much it hurt. It left her face and neck covered in thick seed, its strong scent filling her nostrils until there was nothing left in the world, but rather than succumb to the allure of being able to drink her fill from herself, the experience instead posed a question to Maza: if this, then why not more? It was a simple question with an equally simple answer: yes. If she got there already there was no reason not to continue stretching her limits until they finally broke. The potion was bound to stop working eventually, and the moment it did her fun would be over; seeing as brewing a new one for her size would take a significant amount of time, the ‘bold figured it was a good idea to make good use of it while she could. And wouldn’t she know it, a group of eager volunteers had arrived! The mob of guardsmen were descending on her location from up the main road, the few at the front stopping as soon as they saw the utter mess Maza had just made. Many were so dumbstruck by the sight that they dropped their weapons, and the one person in charge, a very large orc, was openly questioning what exactly they were supposed to do with her; she had helped them break up a fight, after all. A poor idiot at the back suggested they should take her in via the use of ropes; tie her up and then drag the ‘bold to the barracks. Precisely no one paid attention to him, but to the kobold it was the perfect excuse to do something about that problem. Rolling onto her feet, Maza loomed over the fifty or so would-be jailors and snapped her fingers; immediately all of them began to groan as their very strength was sapped from them, though a minority had those sounds turn to moans once they saw what the process was doing to their assailant’s body. Now faced with a feast of untold proportions, fifty very well-built soldiers with both ample experience and body mass, it was natural that Maza develop her body into something akin to a miniature goddess; fifteen feet were easily reached, then twenty and even more, her body widening almost as much as it was gaining height, muscles building onto muscles as her bulbous frame rippled and thickened with each ounce of weight stolen from the large group beneath her. The ‘bold’s arms and legs were covered in throbbing, pulsating veins, bulging out from within and giving her the appearance of some sort of monstrous fighter… if not for her assets deciding to take the lion’s share of the stolen mass. If her height and musculature were impressive then her tits alone would make them look truly insignificant. They burgeoned with enough size to leave two massive holes on the ground once they impacted it, widening them and leaving long tracks when they exploded outwards. Her ass grew to become its very own seat, leaving Maza at a point where all she had to do was bend her legs somewhat and enjoy the couch she built for herself. The less said about her legs the better; lesser men would lose their minds at the mere sight of those things, let alone the touch, though they did complement the sudden burst in size that her cock went through; damn thing very nearly knocked her on the chin when she wasn’t paying attention, powering upwards until its tip was above Maza’s head, perfect symmetry for the nuts beneath it, both of which were now dragging along the ground from how full they were. The kobold, if that could even be said to be her species anymore, let loose a terrifyingly powerful roar once the influx of stolen size stopped, a sound that the whole city heard… and felt. It wasn’t just powerful enough to shatter glass and dislodge doors from their hinges, but so strong as to relieve people of the burden of their own bodies. Whatever the potion was, it seemingly granted her the power to demand tribute from those around her through intent alone; the moment anyone heard her roar of dominance they could immediately feel themselves growing smaller and meeker, their very forms giving themselves up for the sake of the burgeoning goddess near the city center. Maza, for her part, wasn’t even aware of this… not until the first wave hit her square in the everything. It was heaven and bliss all wrapped up into one, the best experience one could ever dream of magnified a thousandfold and then made into something even better. Each person was now little more than a snack for her, but there were a lot of snacks to go around in a city that large; they added up, whether or not they liked it themselves. For the ‘bold it turned what would’ve been a long, drawn-out process into a bountiful repast, one she could gorge herself on without a care in the world… a world that would soon be hers by the looks of it. Much as Maza liked to think she was in control, the reality of it was that even her body had its limits; she could only grow her tits out to a certain point before they became too big for her torso to hold onto… which obviously meant that all the excedent had to go towards creating a brand new pair! They were tiny nubs at first, forming just beneath the original row, but quickly rose to become just as massive as her other breasts, enough that poor Maza was left practically immobilized by her colossal bosoms. The only thing helping her move was her ass, now gigantic to the point where it almost grazed against the ground even when her legs were perfectly straight, providing the best counterbalance for the sudden weight shift on her chest. Down below, those nuts anchoring her to the floor decided to go the same route as her chest, dividing themselves into four, while a second cock grew in just below the first one. It was oddly appropriate given the new additions to her bust; two pairs of tits, two dicks and two simultaneous titfucks for her mind to contend with. What amazed her was how much she wasn’t losing her mind; the ‘bold would’ve assumed this sort of assault on her senses would leave her unable to process even the simplest thoughts, and yet she was possessed of a level of clarity she never had before in her life. Perhaps it was because this transformation was her destiny, and she was fated to become the largest, most powerful kobold in existence, a veritable goddess of her kind; made as much sense as anything else that happened that day. Her body seemed to agree, as it suddenly shot up and out in every direction, “fixing” her problems with proportions by simply making her truly gigantic, enough that a single footfall could wipe out entire chunks of the city without her even noticing. Everything below her had turned into a churned mess of mud and debris, whatever buildings had been there long-since vaporized by the sudden ascension of the previously-diminutive ‘bold. Clouds of dust gathered around her as she shot past fifty feet, sixty feet, seventy-five! The city grew more and more distant as she continued to grow, continued to push the boundaries of what was decent or sensical, until nothing was left but herself, the ruins of the once-proud Starna and the drained, disheveled pseudo-husks of its population. That no one was killed in her ascension was less a miracle and more an affirmation of her own power; of course no one died, she had willed it so it wouldn’t happen! Still, the sudden burst of height was enough to get her properly mobile again. It adjusted her so that her lowermost pair of breasts were merely a few feet off the ground, while the four nuts she was dragging behind her were only slightly inconvenient to pull whenever she took a step. The two concurrent titfucks were going to be a slight issue, but she was reasonably certain she could power through the sensations without completely losing her mind; hardly worthy of a goddess not to be able to do that, after all. It also gave her the best vantage point to admire herself from, being able to swivel around and get a good view of every last bit of her curves, her hands flying from place to place, creating strong gusts of wind whenever she wasn’t careful. Her scales were still rock-solid, the armour plates having expanded to cover pretty much every inch of her, tits and balls included somehow, and yet she still maintained an impossible amount of squish to her more sensitive bits. Truly, if she ever found anyone of her size, they would be able to lose themselves in exploring her form for days on end… right before she took from them everything and left them as much of a tiny little thing as the citizens of the former city around her; there could be no other like her, that much she decreed. And if that was true… She set her eyes on the horizon. The potion seller was probably caught in her growthsplosion, but that hardly fixed the issue of the potion itself being possible to make; and if that elf could do it, then certainly someone else could too. And if that was true, then it stood to reason that somewhere, out there, in the wide world, there was at least one other person who might have the same idea she did, someone who might give her a run for her money in the whole “ascending to godhood” business. Assuming all of this held true, then there was only one way she could ever fix it and ensure her superiority: proactivity. At her size, moving from one city to the next wouldn’t take a long time, doubly so considering she could easily absorb villages and towns along the way, making the trip take even less time as her steps grew to become truly titanic in breadth. Luckily for her, Starna was the last big stop before the capital, and if there was anything she could ever qualify as a meal rather than just a morsel at her stage, it was that. The ‘bold was licking her lips all the way over, the landscape she left behind her being one of complete desolation. Whole population centers left to rot and practically wiped off the map, their population reduced to shrivelled skin on bones begging for her to take them with her on her journey to the capital. Maza didn’t quite care for their fate; she could feel the million-plus souls waiting for her at her destination, and though the ‘bold honestly thought she could hold it in her until she got close enough… she couldn’t. Maza broke into a spring, breaking the ground and leaving either craters or canyons wherever her feet landed, everything behind her turned into a long, quad-nut-sized trail of devastation several dozen feet deep. The roar she let loose had been building up in her throat for goodness knows how long, and if she didn’t let it out now then she might very well explode! The sound created a shockwave so powerful that the outer walls of the city, a good ten or so miles off, completely shattered, the guards stationed on them frantically trying to escape before they collapsed entirely from the cracks. They barely got halfway down the stairs before the draining process began, tripping over one another in their desperate attempt to outrun whatever was causing the sudden destruction. They called out for help, trying to alert everyone of the magical assault, but it was too late. Maza no longer needed to walk, though given her size it still took a good half a mile before her momentum died off. Not that she was counting; the ‘bold was slightly too busy basking in the glory that was her new body, engorged by the mass stolen from over a million sentients all tightly packed in one dish for her savouring. It was so excessive and overindulgent that it began to spill over too; the giantess couldn’t just keep quiet, and her throat rumbled with scream after scream of pure bliss, her voice breaking in half again and again as she begged for more, always more, for it never to stop! Her demands travelled far and wide, reaching a great many ears that could do nothing but obey; soon it wasn’t just the capital or the towns leading back to Starna, but the whole kingdom and its outlying duchies, every settlement, every population center, any person that happened to exist. If they were there, they were to give themselves up to her, their new goddess, that she may become everything she could ever be. Soon enough it was her weight alone causing her to break through the planet’s crust, her claws digging enormous grooves into its surface simply from her growing bigger; terrifyingly massive craters were created from her weight alone, deep enough that even Maza had trouble getting out of them… so she just kicked the dirt she was entombed in, leaving behind titanic holes and gashes wherever she walked, quite literally altering the very geography of the planet itself. Wouldn’t take long for her head to begin grazing the lower atmosphere either; with so many people affected by her constant roaring, it was no surprise she would just never stop growing. Her demands would grow louder and louder until everyone could hear them, at which point she would truly be the uncontested ruler of the whole world, even if she had to destroy a large chunk of it to prove that point. A third pair of breasts joined with the other two, the whole set filling up so quickly that even the mass being added to it meant nothing compared to their milky production. Rivers of thick cream protruded from her teats, each mound growing so heavy that the ‘bold was forced to stop and lean forward, unable to take another step without destroying her back in the process. Her ass and thighs followed suit, burying her in plush from a second direction entirely, while the six nuts she sported between her legs became country-sized cum factories, each pair servicing one of her three gigantic rods, all of which had found a home within her cleavages. Simply heaving her weight forward was enough to cause so much rubbing between her many parts that she blanked out entirely, and her ascension wasn’t even done yet! The clouds parted, giving way to a darker and darker sky as Maza approached the final boundary before the wide-open cosmos. The kobold had never thought she’d ever go that far, but her life had been full of surprises before… so why not embrace that one as well? It almost seemed natural to just hop off the planet after a while, giving it a gentle push and ending up floating alongside it, her own body almost as big as that sphere was. She quickly identified the last few holdouts that hadn’t yet given up their mass to her, at which point her dominance over her homeworld was achieved. If anyone dared to come close to her domain they would see her, in her full glory, each breast now as large as the planet she left behind, each cock producing a steady stream of cum that formed entire rings around her. They would know that this was her backyard, and would know to back off before she did to them what she did to everyone else. Which just posed the same question again: what was stopping someone else, elsewhere in that massive universe, from developing the same potion as the one that brought her that far? Nothing, that’s what; and that was a terrifying realization. Maybe somewhere there was already someone who was bigger than her. Someone who’d had that thought before she did and got a leg-up in becoming the true goddess of that reality; in fact, she was sure of it. So sure, in fact, that her former homeworld began to look like quite a delicious snack rather than the pearl in her necklace she just saw it as. It’d be a sacrifice, but one she had to take in order to achieve true perfection. Divinity.

Title: furry lovers by white friesian Tags: Cheetah, Compassion, Draft Horse, Gay Relationships, M/M, Short, Story Series Furry lovers This story was inspired by my love and mate. All characters are BASED on real people the names are only their nicknames, the street addresses are fictional along with everything else. and ya this is my first story ive posted anywhere and the first one i wrote (willingly wrote, i still remember those fn mccages i think they were from elementry school, i hated those things. what was the purpose of them anyway?) anyway if ya have any comments gime a yell ( aim and yahoo is wolf03man04 ) and theres no real yiff in the first chapter but there will be, im still writing it actually. anyway i just noticed im rampling so enjoy. Rabu: a cheetah standing at roughly 5'10". His slim build leading you to think him around 140 lbs at most. His golden brown fur gleams in the dim torchlight and you can clearly make out several black spots dotting his beautiful fur in random places. His eyes, which are a deep blue, rival that of the night sky and gleam when looked upon. Most of the time they smile at all from behind a pair of thin reading glasses. His hair, a dark mahogany, falls an inch from his shoulders in thick loose waves. Beneath the ink black industrial overcoat he wears a silk button down blood red shirt and a pair of black khakis that tuck neatly into his shin-high army boots. A thick strip of leather is strapped across his chest, holding the sheath of a sword on the center of his back. The swords' long silver hilt gleams with polish. Stang: satin black Friesian stallion, about six feet tall and 210 but despite him being large when he runs its about as smooth as someone half his weight and almost silent, even in his heavy combat boots. brood shoulder and defined muscles that include a six pack and pecs. just looking at him you knew he was built for military service. he's well known in school as a great defense player in almost anything. but known to be best at football. his normal attire consists of military surplus pants and a band jacket, camo jacket from the navy or a hodie. he carries his stuff in a tactical back pack. in his school he is one of only eleven horses, seven mares and four stallions, most of the rest are either wolves, foxes, humans, or lions. CHAPTER 1, lovers meeting Stang, a deep red mustang with a stature that defines him as a warrior and his BDU's that he wears confirms that look, looks around from his back corner of the room. "Class. Class quiet down." the science teacher, a tall slim bright red dragon called Draco Howle, screams at the class as a confused looking cheetah walks in. "Is this Mr. Howle's science class?" "Yes, you must be Rabu." "Ya. Umm wear should I sit?" "Hey, Stang, anyone sit next to you?" "Nope" "Ok you can sit there, Rabu" "Sure" Stang returns to half paying attention and jotting down notes. Glancing over at the trim cheetah. As class ends Rabu gently taps Stang's shoulder to ask how to get to his next class "Excuse me, Mr. Stang." "Huh, what? Mr.? Yes?" "Sorry if I offended you, but I was wondering if you could tell me where room 5 is?" "No, no offence taken at all, just surprised me there. And room 5? Um" "Oh, ok. Yes, room 5. It's a study hall" "5. That would be in the art's hall past A hall. Hey I'm heading to 4, so just stick with me, ok?" "Sure. What's in 4, Mr. Stang?" "Band. And one, you don't have to call me with my title and two my title would be C/TSrg. But still just Stang is fine." "Ok Stang. Um what breed are you?" "Friesian mostly, a little mustang here and there." "Neat" the bell rings "So just follow you?" "Ya, I just need to toss my bag in my locker first" "Ok" They leave the room, and after stopping briefly at Stang's locker, they quickly make their way to the arts hall and stop in front of two sets of doors "Ok that's 5, where you go next?" "Next? Um, lunch" "Cool same here. I'll meet you here at the end of the period. Ok?" "Sure. Wait, when you said band did you mean concert or marching?" "Well technically it's symphonic but basically concert band. But we're playing marching band music. Why?" "Well I was in a marching band back at my old school. Do you think I can spend the period in there?" "Cool. Possibly, ask the study hall teacher. I'm sure Steffen wont mind" "Really? Awesome. I'll do that" "Cool, well I'll tell Steffan you might be coming in. If you do, look for me ok? Ill probably be on the far side of the room." As they go in the neighboring rooms Fran thinks to himself, damn he's hot, and as he passes the grey wolf that is Steffan, telling him that a new cheetah might be coming in and he's interested in marching band and that he was in his last school's band. Steffan nods and goes about what he was doing. After sitting down with his other friends, Boris an lion, Tyron a red fox, and Elfonzo a thin small timber wolf, Rabu comes in the door and immediately looks around and sees Fran and then Steffan. After talking briefly to the wolf Rabu pads softly over and takes a seat next to Fran. "So he let you out of study hall I take it?" "Ya. He said since I was only defaulted there that I could come in here and also come here for the rest of the year since it's only a couple days" "Cool. Hey let me introduce you to some of my friends. This is Boris, trombone, Tyron, alto sax, and the section of one Elfonzo, tenor sax." "Hey" "Morgan" "Nani?" "Glad to meet you all, I'm Rabu. I just moved here from Florida. What's nani mean?" "It means what" the wolf retorts "Don't ask why, he's just crazy." Fran informs the cheetah "So, Rabu, what you play?" Boris questions "Oh I play the trombone too. It's at home currently, some where." "Oh ya I play trombone to. Forgot to tell you before Rabu." "Cool, its ok Fran." "Hey listen up" Steffan tries to get the classes attention "YO SHUT UP!!" a short fox shouts and the band quiets down "Thanks Cody. Well today we're just listening to the marching band music which I'll start passing out tomorrow and playing it till the end of school" The rest of the period goes pretty swiftly and by the end Rabu is awed by the music which they will be playing. Fran, and basically everyone, just sits there smiling. None can wait to play this music. "So, Fran, we are playing that music?" "Not just playing Rabu, memorizing and performing weekly for at least 500 people in any weather" Rabu's jaw drops "Shit. Wow." "Yup, but we can pull it off. Last year wasn't easy and this year looks just as hard and fun if not harder" "So you joining the proud ranks of the pride's bonners?" "Yup. Defiantly after hearing that music I'm defiantly joining" "Cool. You might wana talk to Steffan about getting he stuff needed and getting your uniform. I'll be over by the door when your done" "Ok Fran." As Rabu goes to talk to Steffan about joining the marching band Fran goes over to the door where the section leaders have been posted and after a little Rabu comes over and the bell rings and they walk down to the lunch room, Fran showing Rabu where to sit as he gets his lunch before sitting down himself. "So Rabu what you have next?" "Umm. Health. Room 26" "Ok that's a back hall room. When you leave here go past the office and down B hall past the double doors, turn left up a small set of stairs, and it will be the second door on your left, just before a poll. I'm going there next also but I'm heading to rotc when I finish eating so ill be going there from about where my locker is" "Thanks. Hey where you live? That is if you don't mind sharing" "I don't mind sharing at all. Red oak drive" "Oh cool. I live there too, 718" "Serious? I'm next door. 720" "Awesome" the bell rings As Stang finishes eating and stands up to leave he reminds Rabu where to go as class ends and the are dismissed with a loud 'Sire, Yes, Sire', as is the procures of ROTC, he leaves and navigates the main hall to go down C hall, and to the room. He just goes to his seat and drops his bag before heading to the back corner where saw Rabu sitting. "I see you found here" "Ya. Wasn't too hard thanks to you, Stang" "Cool. So how were you're other classes, in the morning?" "I got here just before science" "Oh, so what are your other classes?" "Um, gym with Theison first, math with Jones, study hall, English with Soxman, and history with McClelland" "Cool, we have a few classes together. Gym and English I'm in, I have Jones for math but 5th. She's a nice vixen. McClelland is a good one too he's a lion." "Neat, the office said I can fill my study halls if I find a class with an open spot. What language you taking?" "Ich habe Deutsch. German." "Cool. I like German." "Well, the class is open. We only have like ten." "I'll talk to the office tomorrow. What teacher is it?" "Herr Wesner, but I'll come with you if you want." "Thanks." "Any time." the bell rings "We'll talk more after class." "Ok" Health class passes with little event. After class was over Stang went back and talked to Rabu more. As the bell rings they leave and walk out to the bus to go home. The trip home was a quiet one. Rabu looking around at all the car dealerships. "Ok, Rabu, here's where we get off." "Ya. Hey, Stang..." Rabu starts as the bus leaves them. "Yes, Rabu?" "You want to come over to my house for awhile?" "Sure, let me just dump my crap in my room. You want to come up with me?" "Why not. I'd love to see your room." "Believe me, it's not much. But any way, follow me." "Gladly." Rabu follows him into his house and room, looking around his room as Stang drops his bag and picks up a chain, putting it around his neck. "Cool room." "Thanks. Ok just need to leave a note and we can go." scribbles a note and tapes it to his door before leaving. Rabu follows closely, then leads Stang to his room. Opening his arms as he walks through the door backwards, arms open. "Welcome, my friend, to my room. Lots of crap in here, aint there." "Ya, but nice." looks around as Rabu puts his stuff away. Glancing at his slim build and subconsciously nickering. Rabu freezes and turns to see the horse looking at him. "Something wrong?" "No not at all cutie." "Cutie? Did you call me cutie?" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*sorry bout the abrupt ending for this chapter but its the best chapter break i could find and well, ill try to get more up soon

Title: Thulea by WSAD Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, Inflation, M/F, Magic, Never Seen Sex Act, Non-Anthro, Short, Tie Something older (and sadly short) I ran through and tweaked for quality's sake. There is probably still issues with it I'll gouge my eyes out over later on when I see them. Anyway, dragons fucking, enjoy! --- Â Â Â Â Â "So what have you decided to do with the human's request? He desires you to train him does he not?" the rust and gold skinned male asked of her. He straddled the smaller female resting on her belly below him where he could slide his body across hers. He allowed his the warmth of his scales tease and stimulate her senses by mimicking the old tradition of foreplay common amongst the older dragons. Their combined musk was strong despite the vault's high ceiling and long corridors, which made up the female's guest chamber, the place where she always greeted her more valued guests with the inviting allure of her slit. Â Â Â Â "I sense, as well as you do; no doubt, a small flame within him. He has potential, but not much in the hands of a human mage. I believe that if I put out effort enough that I could squeeze quite a bit of greatness out of him." She replied with a half moan in response to his ministrations. The male smiled as he thought of what else she would be squeezing out of someone as his slit took the hint and swelled. His member began to swell with hot dragon blood with its tip beginning to poke free of the folds. Â Â Â Â "I say make the attempt. However, by whose standards is this "greatness" measured? A dragon's or a humans?" He dipped his pelvis down to graze the tip of his member across her back. He leaked small amounts of precum onto her back and his musky scent began to explode from the powerful aroma of his seed. She inhaled a deep breathe of it and felt her vent tingle and grow moist. Any more teasing and her folds would turn red with blood and grow hot and inviting, the lips spreading slightly to take anything that wished to enter. The thought of being impaled once again by his huge shaft and taking his full load inside her got her wet with need. She bumped her rear up against his belly to tell him to keep going. Â Â Â Â "Then perhaps I shall. I'm sure he will be pleased." He growled and rubbed his head at hers and nuzzled at the aquamarine skin of her neck. The rest of her was a glossy smooth emerald green with flecks of yellow. He knew how pleased he would soon be, too, and his member finally slid free from his slit. He was till limp, but the size was impressive still, and it would not be long before the blood engorged him fully and made him as erect and solid as a statue. He knew all too well how she liked to be mated and he enjoyed it more than she. Out of the many females who would take him into their guest chamber she was the only one who enjoyed being roughly taken by his rigid meat, and despite her size she was the only one who seemed to be able to comfortably engulf his entire shaft. It always surprised him how much of his seed stayed in her belly rather than spilling out in drove as it did with the other females he frequented. Thulea was an excellent breeder and could make countless fine clutches if she ever decided to allow a male to breed her for young. Â Â Â Â Thulea arched her back and allowed herself to be teased by the ever stiffing shaft bumping and sliding across her rear. The blood flowed through both of them and soon her lips were red and willing to take any male and his spear that was willing to answer the call. His rod was erect and bobbed beneath his large frame to slap against his underbelly. He was more than three foot in length, much more than adequate for any male. His pride was often too much for many females and his semen usually spilled forth in such an amount that no womb could hold it all for young. Thulea had not let herself be mated by him in over two months and he was eager to fill her belly with his rod and make her swell with his spunk. Â Â Â Â "Begin, please. If I am to train the boy then I must greet and prepare him. You may not have the opportunity to breed me for quite some time after this chance." He was only mildly surprised at this news. She was obsessive over anything she decided to do and would often shelve other things to make more time and room for her primary objective. Even things such as mating, one of her favored "treats", was tossed to the side to be ignored. Â Â Â Â "Then I will have to mate you all the more fiercely to make up for time that I will be spending outside your slit." He grinned at her with a quick nuzzle to her neck. Â Â Â Â "Give me all of what you can muster then, Salasal." He licked at her and slid his tongue under her chin and across her snout lovingly as he tilted his hips and slid the tip of his shaft to her waiting hole. His rod eased into her folds with little effort to tease at her senses as well as his own. He adored how her body hugged at his shaft so tightly, stretching around his girth as he squeezed himself inside her. She always felt small and tight, almost so much so that he feared he wouldn't make it in, but she was deep enough for him and her body was just able enough to take him. No other female could and he growled in delight as his shaft buried itself to the hilt. Â Â Â Â Thulea grimaced at the slow and steady intrusion of such a huge beast of a phallus. She concentrated on her thoughts and focused her magical energies as the trickle of power pooled within her nethers. The skin of her slit and the tender flesh of her innermost regions toughened or grew more elastic where needed so they would not tear against the monstrous rod attempting to destroy them. The fool actually believed that she was truly capable of safely harboring his freakishly large prick. She only mated with him and put out the effort of casting stealthy magic on herself so she could indulge in her fetish of being filled with copious amounts of semen. His load was so great that she would orgasm from simply the feel of his shaft twitching with every hot jet of seed he spilled inside her. Â Â Â Â She grinned when she realized that she was not so much a fetishist as a smart dragon. Rarely were dragons ever capable of manipulating their clutches the way she could. Her eggs never grew inside her unless she wished them to so she was never fearful of being burdened by a male's young. When Salasal was finished filling her cunt she would squeeze her folds tight and hold it all in. A difficult task since he filled her so well that most of his seed wanted to spew back out for the lack of room. She would hold out as long as she could and enjoy the warmth radiating inside her, then allow the seed to spill out into a magic formed clay container kept in her Inner Chamber. Each container (of which there were many) contained the seed of every male she mated with, one container for every male. Salasal's container was very big. Â Â Â Â With her skill she could take a large amount of seed and manipulate the tiny pieces of life within them and craft a fine child from it. Using eggs from her own clutch of course as the final half of the puzzle. She had already long since perfected her own half of the mixture. She collect the sperm to blend traits from her various suitors hoping that one day she would be satisfied with her creation, then when boredom struck, she would allow herself to be impregnated. She would raise fine young. Â Â Â Â Salasal was tired of the simple feeling of being squeezed and he began to make good on his promise to mate her fiercely. He slid his hips back until two thirds of his member slid from her body, then plowed it all back in again. She gasped loudly at the sudden vacuum formed from his fast exit, then grunted when he pushed his length back in again. The magic working in her belly worked well and her folds held firm against his pummeling. His shaft was slick with his hot precum and her own juices and he slid in and out with no resistance except from her extreme tightness. She knew he would only last, at most, a few minutes at such a fierce pace and then they would be finished. Her fetish satisfied she would then send him on his way with a stupid grin on his snout. Â Â Â Â Salasal was humping against her as hard as he could, driving every twitching inch as deep as they would be permitted. He was lost in the noises of their mating, the slurping and sucking of wet meat slamming hard into a sloppy hole, and the sound of the tiny female grunting and gasping with every stroke. He felt her clinch her self down on his cock as a rush of hot fluid splash against his cock. Her moans became louder as he realized she was cumming on his shaft. Â Â Â Â Thulea was successful. She then faked yet another orgasm and contracted her muscles to spray her feminine cum across his dick, causing her scent of arousal to flood the room more thoroughly. His huge member was only mildly pleasurable, the healing magic working overtime to numb her folds to stave off any pain. Â Â Â Â Minutes past by and finally Salasal was ready to blow his load. She felt his dick swell slightly. The base of his shaft grew and he plowed it between her lips and it swelled further locking him inside her belly. She was shocked at how large he was becoming since he had never gotten quite so large before. He always tied with her, but never so strongly! Â Â Â Â Salasal decided to cheat his way into a longer stay in her cunt. He manipulated his body's blood flow and forced his shaft to swell larger than it would have normally. His dick was so tight inside her that it would be a long several minutes before he could pull free. She felt him throb inside her before he came. His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt a rush of blackness overtake his vision; a numbness to the limbs, then a tingling that grew from his shaft and exploded through him. His roar was deafening and Thulea had to mutter a quiet spell to protect her ears. Â Â Â Â Then she orgasmed in earnest. Hot cum spilled inside her in powerful streams. Every nook and cranny was filled with seed and she felt her insides swell with his load. Salasal was awe struck by this orgasm. His body shook and trembled as he emptied himself deep inside her. Lights flashed before his eyes before he finally passed out, in part because of his orgasm, and then partly because he stole too much blood from his brain to keep him awake during such a momentous climax. Â Â Â Â His cock was still buried within her and he tugged her to the floor. She laughed at him as she continued to shake and writhe from her intense orgasm. He was still cumming inside her and she rolled him onto his back so she could straddle his belly and ride him. So long as she continued to stimulate his prick he could continue to cum. Her belly was slightly distended from being so viciously filled, and she adored the feeling of fluid surging inside her and flowing in currents as his shaft sprayed his load within her. His orgasm slowly subsided after a time. She felt sick from having so much in her all at once. He had come more than he had ever managed during all their previous matings. Â Â Â Â She flexed her vaginal muscles and readied herself to contain the cum pint up inside her. It took several minutes but his cock went limp and slid from her, all the while she held her slit shut tight to keep the seed from leaking out. Once he was free from her insides she wobbled to her inner chamber and to the largest of her containers. The brown vase was enchanted to preserve anything that was placed within it as if it were freshly deposited. Â Â Â Â She lifted a hind leg and positioned her slit over the opening of the vase and relaxed her muscles. All the seed she was fighting to contain spilled from her cunt and into the vase to join the rest of the container's contents. With his large loads she was forced to create a larger vase just for him. She had thirteen other vases by this one and each contained semen from other suitors, in varying amounts. Some she mated with more than others and usually due to giving favors or simple favoritism. Â Â Â Â When she was finished squeezing out the bulk of his seed she dropped off the container and licked herself clean. She savored the musky flavor of Salasal's cum, though admittedly she had tasted better. Salasal's only perks were that he was large and that he came in long large loads. She loved that about him, but his taste and personality was lacking. She went to snap Salasal awake and to politely tell him to remove him and his freakish cock out of her chambers. She had new business to attending involving the human and she did not want any further distractions.

Title: Beautiful Twilight: POP by Sparkle Tags: Comedy, M/F, Multiple, Oral, Rhyme, Teasing Beautiful Twilight: Pop The bar was packed, the staff was stacked, and the line to get in was around the building and back. A mouse, a rat, a doe and a mutt, The girls of twilight began to run low on smut. Spark had the show! She had written it down, But she had forgotten to leave it, before her night on the town. She had the night off, the wolf was long gone, And now the girls needed a show before dawn! With no act to perform, the crowd became mean They wanted a show, and chanted things quite obscene. "Oh, what will we do?" Margie whimpered in fear "That audience is angry, that is quite clear." "I've got an idea! "Said Crystal, the rat, "We could play "Pop!" How' you feel 'bout that?!" "That's brilliant, wonderful, an idea quite divine!" "We'll keep the crowd busy and close right on time!" And so the girls all marched, all four to the stage Ready and willing to calm the crowd's rage. "We're gonna play Pop!" Margie shouted to all And the crowd shut up, curious to the call "Pop is a game, that we like to play, That helps relieve the stress of the day. The rules are quite simple, quite easy in fact, All you need to do, is not react. So take off your clothes, come stand next to us If you have a big wiener, well that's quite the plus. The game is quite simple, here's what we do, We tickle, and touch, and grind up against you Then we time, how long that it takes Before an erection begins to take place! All you need do, to win our crown, Is stand here real still, and keep your 'boy' down. If we manage to make you "pop" The game is over, and then we stop. The longer you last, the better the prize: You get to spend the night between our thighs! Two minutes of pleasure, and pain so unique That's how long you must last the technique! So come one come all, to our great game! Be the first to win and achieve your fame! What's this, too shy? Not a paw in the air?" Ahh, there we are, someone taking a dare! An otter boy, aww, he's really cute, I wanna be first to make him shoot! Melissa the mutt was wagging her tail, Her eyes wandering the boy without fail. His fur was tawny, tan and relaxed His member was throbbing from under his slacks. The canine growled low, and moaned with glee Upon ripping off his slacks to see his pee-pee The otter was hunky, and well packed indeed But erect already? Not likely to succeed But the game went on, with a squeeze and a grope And that's all it took, for that first sticky rope. Licking her muzzle, Melissa sighed at the male, "What was his time? Four seconds?! You FAIL!" The otter went back to his seat with a blush, But not before the mutt cleaned off her new crush. Next to come up was a tiger with pride. He strolled to the stage and gave a great smile wide. Lose this game? Not him! He was l33t! The girls would have trouble, so they decided to cheat. First was the rat, who tugged down his clothes eleven full inches- the kitty had a hose. The girls all grinned, at the length they saw Ready and willing, they began to paw They squeezed, gave a stroke, a nibble or two, But the tall standing feline didn't even mew Things looked grim for the girls that night, The feline was putting up quite the fight. A minute and ten, he was soon to win Before the female deer got wise with a grin. She leaned in close, whispering into his ear "That dog over there- the one with the cute rear?" A subby puppy with a thing for you kitty I saw him watching you, it's really quite the pity That you're up here and not down with him, So cute and cut, and beautifully slim Muscles so thick, and biceps so trim A canine hard pressed to give you a rim. Can you imagine, that long tongue he has, Working and licking and slurping your ass? That's all it took, for the tiger to blow His cock erupted putting on quite the show. He blushed deeply and returned to his seat with a sigh Before the canine in question, decided to try. They talked to each other, words soft and sweet And the kitty then offered the doggy a seat. On stage the girls were winning their game Beating each and everyone down from fame No one could stand, their loving soft touch For every male that tried, it proved to much And so the game ended, with one more fur A feline named Jeice was sure to score! The kitty had red fur, and was ready and play He walked right up, and stood poised to stay. The girls all grinned, and got right to work, Teasing that kitty; already his cock gave a jerk. Melissa was on the bottom, her fingers nimble and small Tickling and massaging the underside of his balls Margie was timing, reading the watch nice and close And while the girls worked, a smiled curved under her nose Crystal was behind, with both paws on his rear, Her lips were whispering naughty thoughts to his ears. And last was Elly, who's fingers worked slow, The doe massaging the pubic fur for the show Jeice to his credit, stood firm and strong Although it was obvious it wouldn't take much to long. The three girls didn't let up, even as the seconds ticked by The kitty was quickly realizing the mistake of his try. His will was wavering, and quickly fading away And poor Jeice found he was unable to stay. They finished him off, much to his dismay With a time of 156- four seconds before his lay! He'd lost- he was the closest of all And he cursed the girls whom emptied his balls He grumbled and snarled and whined quite a bit, The crowd all laughed, the game was a hit!! The bar closed down, the night was quite done Out of all the furs who played, not a single won. The girls were happy, disaster averted The stage was clean, of all the cum that was squirted. The chairs were put up, the glasses were clean The money was counted, the machine filled with green Crystal was right, they got out on time They all went home, around 2 the bell chimed. And Margie told Spark all about their story The mouse quite happy to have achieved the glory. And so all was well, and all ended right And it was another night, at Beautiful Twilight.

Title: Doris' Itch Ch. 03 Tags: doris, incest with son, sex withson's best friend, unfaithful to husband, nurse, sunday school teacher, christian, 42dd tits *I hope I have done justice to my friend Doris' fantasy and that you enjoy her story, but I would welcome your feedback on how to improve the story or my writing. Thanks to those who commented on the first two chapters saying that there was no incest or taboo. The story was originally about a woman fancying the underage friend of her youngest son which was the taboo and was leading towards sex with her son which is incest. Unfortunately the story had to be changed to be published as this site considered underage sex to be more than taboo and rejected the story. Maybe this is due to the current fad of political correctness where underage sex is seen as child sex, which is illegal (& quite rightly so), but it is interesting that incest, which is also illegal, is still published – an interesting contradiction in terms.* \* On my return home from work on the Friday evening I found the house a bomb site of activity. My husband Ian had got an early flight home from his latest sales trip and he was 'organising' Andy & Mike to get ready for their trip to camp for a weeks 'Father & Son' bonding camp with 4H in the Adirondacks in upper New York State. There were rucsacs, sleeping bags, boots, clothing and camping paraphernalia spread all over the lounge floor as they assembled all they thought they would need to survive outside the safety of Chicago in summer. Looking at all of the kit you won't believe they were only going for a week, it looked more like the end of the world was nigh and they were going to be survivalists in the wilderness. They were already having fun together so instead of getting in the way by heading upstairs to change out of my nurses uniform, I headed into the kitchen to start fixing dinner. I realised that Toby wasn't around tonight, and that was probably for the best as he would have been on his own as Mike was fully absorbed in his forthcoming trip with his dad & brother. I smiled to myself at the memory of Toby wanking himself off in our bathroom two nights ago and shooting his hot streams of creamy spunk over the front of my uniform skirt as I flashed my 42DD tits at him to send him over the edge. Not only did the memory bring a smile to my face, it brought back the itch between my legs for some really satisfying sex. As I mentioned previously Ian is strictly a once a month 'service' man in the missionary position with the lights off. So I hoped that tonight would be the night as he had made the decision to have a week away with the boys without discussing it with me. So tonight I wanted a bonus fuck as my consolation prize for not being able to go on holiday with them. As I prepared a fish pie I dreamt of our love making becoming more adventurous with Ian sliding down my body to taste my pussy for the first time ever. I could just picture my legs wrapped around onto his back and my hands on his head to drive his tongue & face deep into my pussy which desperately craved more than its usual once a month lovemaking in the dark. I wanted to see Ian's face emerge coated with my juices as he climbed out from between my thighs after giving me the most fantastic orgasm of my life. I realised that I was stood in front of the stove grinding my hips in a circular motion as I imagined his tongue buried deep in the pink velvet tunnel of my love hungry pussy. Forget the fish pie I just needed a good fucking, I just wished he would walk in now, close the kitchen door, bend me over the kitchen table, rip off my panties and claim me as his there and then. Now I realised my hand was rubbing hard against my mound as I dreamt these wonderful thoughts rather than concentrated on getting the veggies to the boil and starting the sauce. "Come and get it," I shouted out for my man & son's, meaning pussy for Ian and fish pie for the boys. Andy, my eldest son was first in and boy did he look a rugged young man dressed in his LL Bean red tartan wool shirt, all ready for the wilderness. "It smells great mum," he praised as young Mike and Ian followed him to the dining table. It was great to be together again as a whole family as we joined hands across the table for Ian to bless the food before we tucked into the fish pie. The boys were full of enthusiasm for their trip as I smiled across at Ian and pouted my lips as I slowly slid pie into my mouth and slowly licked the fork clean with my tongue as I smiled across the table at him. I thrust my uniform wrapped tits across the table as I reached for more vegetables and rubbed my foot up his leg under the table to ensure I got his attention while enjoying our meal. As the boys cleaned away the dishes after dinner I went upstairs to shower and change into something more comfortable. My nipples hardened like bullets as I stood under the hot water and imagined going down on my knees to take Ian's cock into my mouth for the first time. As I dreamed of exploring his length with my tongue for the first time I soaped my pussy to ensure it was nice & fresh to encourage him down there when I would push his head off my tits and send him south for the first time on a new journey of discovery for both of us. As I turned and opened my eyes I was surprised to see that I was looking up straight into Toby's eyes as I released his cock from my mouth and not Ian's. The visualisation was so crisp & clear, was I now totally fixated with Toby? God was my lack of a good regular fucking and the desire for oral sex driving me to such forbidden thoughts? Before I risked satisfying myself in the shower I switched off the water and climbed out to wrap myself in a big white fluffy towel. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my 42DD breasts thrusting forward in the towel wondering why Ian was such a prude when most men would be trying to get the towel off to expose the beautiful mass of tit flesh to their eyes, hands and tongues. Even the butcher who attended our church licked the end of his nose whenever he saw me, very obvious in what he desired. Please don't get me wrong, I dearly love Ian, but I just wished he would be more active and adventurous in the trouser department. Well if he was going to chase me then I needed to entice him so I put on my smallest & tightest bra & panties before wrapping my body in a thin robe that was slightly see through if back lit. Before heading downstairs I added some perfume as additional enticement for the sex I so desperately craved and needed tonight. The guys had just about finished all of their packing as I entered the lounge and flicked on the TV and DVD, before settling down in the chair opposite where Ian usually sits. As I started the movie the boys sat down to watch as well, and finally Ian came & sat in his usual chair. Before he got too engrossed in the movie I crossed my legs which forced my robe to ride up and split apart slightly as I offered myself to my husband. 'Shit, he didn't even notice,' I thought to myself as I sat there paying little attention to the movie. I needed to work at this if I was to get the fucking I so desperately needed tonight. So I moved slightly & twisted so one edge of my robe eased forward exposing my cleavage to Ian's view. 'Is he teasing me by pretending not to notice?' I wondered as I failed again to get any reaction. I looked sideways and realised that Andy, my eldest, was staring at the show in front of him, even if my husband hadn't noticed for himself. Andy's eyes quickly switched back towards the TV when he realised that I had probably caught him staring at his sex starved mother flashing her wares at her husband. Andy crossed his legs and put his hands in his lap as he stared straight at the movie. 'My god, I've given my son a hard on. My son has a hard on for his mother,' I thought and blushed slightly at the thought. "Mike, will you please go & get us some popcorn and drinks?" I asked. "Aw, Mum," Mike challenged. "Come on Mike, it is the soppy bit in the film that you don't like, where the man tries to win over the affections of the woman," I hinted in a soft sexy voice looking directly at Ian, who briefly glanced my way without giving any indication of noticing the show I was putting on solely for his benefit. "I'm sure your dad is hungry for something," I hinted as Mike started to climb out of his chair and head for the kitchen. There was little reaction from Ian, not even a slight curl of his lips into a smile. Either he was teasing very skilfully or I was getting nowhere. This thought hurt my feelings a little. Mike returned with a bowl of popcorn & a cold soda each and sat back down in his chair. "Don't worry Mike you haven't missed much," I informed him," The hero hasn't fallen for her obvious charms yet, and the action is going to begin shortly," as I stared hard at Ian and re crossed my legs to give him a flash of my small panties & my soft inner thighs. No reaction from Ian, but a look of hunger from Andy and it wasn't for his bowl of popcorn which he was having trouble to rest in his lap without it spilling as it rested atop the hard on that he was trying desperately to conceal. "Ian, do you think he is going to fall for her charms and bed her at the end of the film?" I inquired to the sound of Andy starting to choke on his popcorn. Finally Ian looked at me and noticed the amount of cleavage on show and his eyes widened as he calmly stated "I don't know." And at that he turned back to the film. Now I was hurt and I watched the rest of the film in silence, occasionally feeling Andy still staring at the amount of cleavage and bare leg that I still had on show for my husband. Finally the film finished. "Time for bed boys, up those stairs now" I instructed. Andy struggled to stand and I could see him trying to hide his continued hard on. Would he be wanking in his bedroom as Ian and I had our standard fuck across the hall. My dreams of oral sex were redundant as I expected nothing special now. I let Ian get into bed first before I started to slowly peel my robe off one shoulder at a time in a slow strip. As he looked towards me I bent forward to show my immense cleavage to him as I slowly pulled down my panties and kicked them off into the corner of the bedroom. Still leaning forward, looking deep into his eyes I undid the front clasp of my bra to allow my full breasts to swing free for his viewing pleasure. I was horrified & bitterly disappointed not to see even the slightly look of longing or lust in his eyes as I slowly peeled back the covers to climb into bed alongside him. I snuggled in close and placed my head on his chest & wrapped my arm around him. I tilted my head up for a kiss as my hand slid over his flat stomach on its journey south to search out his hardening prick. I was utterly shocked to feel Ian grip my hand as he calmly stated "We have an early start in the morning," and started to turn away from me. I nearly sobbed as I asked, "Ian you haven't made love to me for weeks and you are going to be way next weekend as well, I need you, I love you. Let's make love tonight." "Please Doris, give it a rest," he said without feeling as he turned onto his side giving me his hard back, rather than his hot hard prick that I craved and needed right now. Tears welled into my eyes as Ian turned off the light and didn't turn back to take me in his arms to make love to me. Right at this moment I would accept straight up & down rather than my dream of excitement such as oral sex. But tonight I would get neither. I turned my back to Ian & quietly wept, wondering if he still loved me. Was I still attractive? Yes I was as my son Andy was lying in his bed, probably wanking to get rid of his hard on. What a waste of a hard cock. Against my Christian church going beliefs I wanted to go to Andy's room and help myself to his hard cock, especially if my husband wasn't go to give me any of his. I knew these thoughts of my own son would send me straight to hell but I needed a good fucking and I wasn't going to get it in my marital bed with my husband anytime in the next week. I cried myself to a restless sleep wondering if my husband still loved me?; was he getting his oats when he was away?; was he being unfaithful to me?; was Andy's cock hard solely because of the show I had put on? As I tossed & turned I dreamt of Andy consoling me in his arms before pushing me slowly down his toned body to take his hard on in my hands and eventually into my mouth. ............................................................................................................... It seemed only minutes later when the alarm rudely awoke me at 5am for our early trip to the airport. I wondered if last night had all been just a bad dream. But reaching between my legs to find a dry tight pussy meant it wasn't as there was no sign of cum leaking from a wet & tender well fucked pussy. Ian stirred alongside me and quickly got out of bed to get dressed before heading of the bedroom to wake up the boys. I couldn't join them for breakfast as I was so hurt by Ian, and so turned on by Andy & the thought of him wanking himself off over the thoughts of my body last night. I was snatched from my reverie by Ian shouting up the stairs "Doris, are you ready?, we need to leave now for the airport!" We drove in silence, a real tension in the air. I was mad at Ian, and I could feel Andy's eyes boring into my back as he dreamed of my tits. My life seemed to be going off the rails, I couldn't get my husband to fuck me, I had had my youngest son's best friend wank in front of me, and to cap it all my eldest son was probably wanting to do the same! Well I dropped the three of them off at O'Hare and didn't wait for them to check in. I just needed to get away as my emotions were torn to shreds and my body just demanded sex in what ever form I could get it. As a Christian Sunday school teacher I was plunging into the pits & fires of hell with the thoughts I was having. I had to concentrate hard on the traffic on the drive home as my mind spun in all different directions and my pussy screamed for attention. I decided that if my now lousy & possibly cheating husband couldn't give me a good seeing to then I would need to do it myself in my den at home, courtesy of a porno video & my fingers. The drive home was hard as my thoughts were torn between emotional hurt & the need for sex. I pictured all sorts of images like Ian shagging some tart in his hotel room; the butcher lashing his long tongue up the length of my pussy; Toby standing over me wanking himself over my tits; or kneeing in front of Andy with his rock solid buried deep into mouth as I draw hungrily on his length. How I made it home I'll never know. I had only just got in the house when there was a knock at the front door, 'Go away,' I thought, but my Christian good nature overruled that thought and I opened the door to find Toby standing there. "Hi Mrs B," he greeted me cheerfully," I've come to borrow some of Mike's CD's while he is away at camp, he said it was okay." I pulled the door open for him to enter, "Come in," I said. "I don't mind where you come, as long as you clean it up afterwards," he smiled at me. I reluctantly smiled, "You cheeky little rogue." Toby headed through the lounge and up the stairs to Mike's bedroom. 'Shit, I can't really head off to my den while he is here," I considered to myself, 'Might as well make the beds while I wait for Toby to leave.' At this moment in time I really hated Toby's intrusion as I headed to Andy's room. As I entered I could smell a lot of deodorant, more than usual, and as I bent over his bed I could smell the unmistakable aroma of man sex. I reckoned that Andy had been masturbating last night. My pussy started to itch as I wondered if he had been stroking his hard meat at the thought of the show I put on for Ian last night. Tears welled in my eyes as I was reminded of my failed attempt to turn on my husband last night, but I found myself taking an odd consolation in the fact that I had turned on my eldest son & my itch got worse. Taking a final breath to enjoy the aroma of Andy's cum, I finished his bed and as I started to stand up straight I heard the landing creak slightly; Oh Toby was up to his usual trick. By the time I came out into the hall Toby was gone & I could see him sitting on the floor sorting through CDs. Toby turned and gave me one of his cheeky smiles. I couldn't help but smile back at the cheeky rogue. He was becoming a great looking young man. ' God, woman you are at it again,' I thought rubbing my thighs together as I smiled back at Toby and then moved into Mikes room to make his bed. I could feel Toby's eyes boring into my body as I bent to make Mike's bed. I could feel his eyes roving over my ass and up onto my breasts swinging in my t shirt. The horizontal stripes of the material would make them look even larger & more tempting than their 42 inches and double D cups. I felt wicked and a little sexy as I started to tease young Toby by reaching further than necessary, making my breasts swing, stretching the bra & t shirt to their limits. My hips swayed as well in an exaggerated style to tease Toby with my ass. Finishing the bed I stood, turned & smiled down at Toby, enjoying seeing the lust in his eyes. I regained some of my lost self respect as a woman as I realised the power I had to turn on this young man as his mouth hung open in front of me. I reckoned the CDs in his lap were hiding a hard on. I reckoned that my show had guaranteed Toby was struggling with both his hard on and his thoughts as he stared at his best friend's mother, with her massive tits arching out from her chest high above him. The itch in my pussy was constant now. I walked out, my hips swaying slightly as I headed to my room to make my bed. As I bent over with my back to the door I knew Toby was watching me from the hallway. "Toby, get yourself in here and make yourself useful by helping me make the bed," I called out. "Yes, Mrs B," he answered, his voice only a few feet behind me. He walked around behind me, having to brush against my bent over ass as he tried to fit between me and the dressing table. 'I bet he enjoyed that,' I thought to myself. Toby stood on the far side of my marital bed staring at my tits as I pulled the sheet straight. "Are you going to give me a hand? Or are you going to stare at my chest all morning?" I enquired with a slight teasing smile. "I... I... Uh..... Sorry Mrs B," Toby stuttered much to my enjoyment. As I pulled up the blanket I shook my shoulders making my heavy breasts swing & tug at the material trying to contain them. I could feel my nipples starting to harden as they rubbed against my bra. Toby's eyes were bugging out at the sight and I could see the bulge in the front of his pants, which this time he made no effort to hide. As I finished smoothing out the blanket I could see Toby was totally fixated on my body. "As a little boy you always liked being held against my bosom whenever you hurt yourself didn't you?" I asked. "Yeah, Mrs B," Toby drooled. "By the look in your eyes, you would like to be back there now wouldn't you?" "Oh yes, Mrs B." Toby sighed. I opened my arms wide in invitation, "Come here," I offered. Toby was around the bed like a shot. He arms wrapped around my waist and his cheek sank into the pliant mass of my chest with his lips brushing against one of my hardening nipples. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and cradled his head into my bosom with the other. I could hear Toby sigh contently against my now heaving breasts as I felt his hot breath blow across the front of my covered hard nipple. "Is that better Toby?" "Oh yes, Mrs B," he responded quietly. The warmth of his body made my pussy throb with an indescribable need for attention. After a couple of minutes of mutual hugging I slowly pushed Toby's head away from my chest, reached down and lifted up my t-shirt to expose the acreage of flesh & cleavage to Toby's wide eyes as I quickly pulled his head back into my now hot flesh. The heat increased as I felt his warm breath blow across my skin and my nipple responded accordingly as it stood out mimicking one of church's organ stops. Toby just groaned, totally overwhelmed by events. The touch and warmth of this young virgin was making my mind lose all reason as I rubbed his face across my cleavage. My pussy burned and ached for attention. Reaching up I undid the front clasp of my bra to let my breasts swing free and let my rock hard nipples project out towards Toby. Before he could react I gripped his head and pulled his mouth over one of my burning nipples. Instinct took over for Toby as his lips automatically latched onto my breast, absorbing my nipple into his mouth. Toby drew on the nipple, sucking on it as if his life depended on it, as it had as a baby sucking on his mother's breast. We both groaned loudly as our passions soared and our lusts were realised. "Suck boy, suck & lick my nipple," I instructed. Toby needed no encouragement and drew heavily as my nipple was sucked deep into his mouth. My pussy was throbbing & demanding attention, and I knew Toby's young prick must be in the same condition. Pushing Toby away from my breast I dropped to my knees in front of Toby, tugging to undo his belt and tug down his zipper. In under a minute I was tugging down his pants and jockeys to free his hard on to my hungry eyes and mouth. A six inch thick meaty hard prick sprung out of captivity right in front of my eyes, accompanied by groans of relief from Toby above me. I gently cupped his balls and wrapped my other hand around his hot length. Toby's hips thrust forward in natural response to my touch. I peeled his foreskin back to expose a drop of pre-cum on the swollen head of his prick. The head & glands swelled and throbbed with blood as I opened my mouth to take his virgin length into my mouth for the first time. As my lips closed over the head of his prick Toby groaned out loud, "OOOhhhh........Mrs B!!!!." I drew heavily on the enflamed head as I gripped a cheek of his tight ass in each hand making him groan even more. Toby rested one hand on the back of my head and he stooped slightly so he could reach down to try to cup one of my massive full breasts in his young hand. Placing his open hand over my nipple he cupped the weight in his hand, groaning in absolute pleasure as his wildest dreams came true and he had his hand on the treasure he had always desired. I knew he was excited beyond any pleasure he had ever experienced so far in his young life and that he won't last long. Slipping my tongue to the underside of his meaty length I slid forward taking a man's prick deep into my mouth for the first time. It seemed so natural as the head of his prick reached the back of my throat. As soon as it was fully in I started to bob my mouth up & down the full length of his meat. "Aarrrggghhh, Mrs B....... Oh god, .......... Oh my god." Toby groaned as I looked up at his face. His eyes seemed wide & misted over in a mixture of bewilderment and pleasure at this new sensation for both of us. I thoroughly enjoyed the feel of his hard meaty length as it slid through my lips and over my tongue. I supported the weight of his cum filled balls in my hand, leaving one hand gripping one of his thrusting ass cheeks as he plunged his hot meat in and out of my willing accepting mouth. I was surprised he was lasting so long as I felt my own juices flowing deep within my pussy. Toby suddenly gripped the back of my head and squeezed my breast hard in his hand as I felt his balls & prick surge & swell even more. "YYeeessss," he shouted in utter relief as his cum exploded out of his swollen prick head and filled my hungry mouth with non stop copious amounts of hot creamy spunk. Thick wads streamed against my throat as I hungrily swallowed the thick ribbons filling my mouth. Toby had taken my oral virginity as I had never given a blow job before in all of my years of marriage. It was exquisite to be finally enjoying a sensation that I had been dreaming & fantasising about for years, and I wasn't disappointed in my enjoyment & pleasure of sucking & licking Toby's meat and tasting and swallowing his hot sticky cum. This almost sent me into my own orgasm but my pussy and clitoris required probing fingers to achieve this. 'Wait a minute, I have something better than my usual fingers,' I thought,' Yes I've got Toby' and a huge smile crossed my face as I looked up at Toby whose expression was of being totally spaced out by his enormous orgasm. As Toby started to soften in my mouth the idea firmed up in my mind. I quickly let his prick slide out of my mouth as I quickly stood in front of him to look in his spaced out eyes briefly before bending down to thrust my jogger bottoms & panties down my legs and off one foot. Toby suddenly realised what I had done and tried to look at my now exposed pussy. Well he was going to get the best seat in the house, only he just didn't know it yet. I sat on the corner of the bed with my legs thrust wide apart and my feet on the floor as I growled "Toby get over here right now." He immediately obeyed "Yes, Mrs B........" "Kneel between my legs right now," I said urgently with desire in my voice. Toby immediately complied, but with assistance from my hands as I grabbed his head as soon as his knees hit the floor. His eyes wet wide in appreciation seconds before I pulled his mouth & face straight into my hot steamy mound that was desperate for stimulation and ultimate relief. I jumped as I felt his smooth lips meet my pubic mound for the first time, and instructed "Stick your tongue out Toby and lick up & down my pussy." To ensure he complied I pulled his head up and down my mound as I desperately sought relief that had been brewing since Wednesday when Toby had wanked in front of me. With one hand I spread my wet pussy lips wide just as his tongue penetrated my pussy for the first time by anyone. The feelings that I experienced for the first time in my life were so beautiful and so satisfying as his tongue explored & tantalised every millimetre of my tunnel. I could feel my pussy lips swell and my clit harden as feelings of pleasure radiated from my mound out into my thighs & stomach. "OOhhh yes Toby that is it, lash your tongue up and down my slit hard," I demanded. The dam burst deep inside of me as my juices gushed down my love tunnel and swamped over his tongue and into his accepting mouth. Muff diving was everything I dreamt it would be as my erotic fuse board overloaded and tripped every nerve ending in my body as a nuclear explosion of orgasm demolished my entire being as I pulled Toby hard into my pussy, nearly drowning him. "Aarrgh Toby, yes, yes.... Lick harder, keep going, keep going, deeper, plunge your tongue deep inside me........ uuhhh, yes that's it," I panted & screamed as my first tongue driven orgasm washed over every part of me. Toby kept on going, lashing & probing my love tunnel, not knowing to stop due to the immense pleasure he was giving me and his total lack of previous experience in licking a woman's pussy. The walls of my pussy clamped around his tongue, coating his tongue & throat with my ever flowing juices that just kept flowing. He was possessed as his face squeezed tight to my pussy rubbing his lips over my spread & throbbing lips as his tongue delved deep into me. I was totally spent as I pushed Toby away from my now sensitive and well sated pussy, and he fell back on the floor totally blown away by what both of us had just experienced. I flopped down on the bed totally exhausted but with my legs still wide apart leaving Toby gaping at the sight in front of him. He stared at my legs & my silky thighs either side of my juice matted pubic mound torn in two by the now swollen pink lips of my pussy. And above all of this he could see my enormous tits heaving up and down as I tried to calm my racing pulse and heavy breathing. Toby must have thought he had died and gone to heaven. Finally I recovered enough strength to stand up and remove my bra & t-shirt from my shoulders, and to stand totally naked in front of my new lover, Toby. "Wow, Mrs B," was all he could say as I towered above him and my huge breasts hung over him. I offered him my hand and pulled him to his feet. I took him in my arms, crushing his young body into my chest as I leaned my head forward to kiss him hard on the lips before exploring his mouth with my tongue for several minutes as our mutual passion and lust increased. We could each taste our own juices in each others mouths as our tongues danced a tango of lust and need. Eventually I broke the kiss and looked deep into his love puppy eyes. "Now we have satisfied our immediate needs we can take it more slowly as I teach you how to pleasure a woman, and then I am going to take your virginity & make a man out of you," I informed a gob smacked Toby. "You can start by taking off the rest of your clothes and lying on the bed," I instructed him as I ran my eyes over the body of my new lover and toy boy. His body was lean and slightly tanned from the early summer sun. I yearned to explore the tight lines of his body in detail as this was always off limits with Ian. Toby had such a tight looking ass and I planned to explore and pleasure myself playing with it as I watched him settle on the bed in anticipation of the coming hours of mutual pleasure and exploration for both of us. Before climbing on myself I stood at the end of the bed admiring this fine young boy spread out in front of me awaiting his journey into manhood with a woman that he had lusted over since being a young boy squashed into my soothing bosom whenever he hurt himself playing with Mike. I could see the lust and wanting in Toby's eyes as his admiring eyes roamed over every feature of my body. But his eyes never left my tits for long as these were the object of his desire. 'Now let the pleasure begin,' I thought as I climbed on the bed to lay myself alongside Toby and he rolled onto his side to stare into my eyes, both of us mutually filled with lust for each other. As soon as I leaned forward to kiss my toy boy Toby's head shot forward to crush his hungry lips hard against mine as he wrapped his free arm over my back and I reached to grasp one of his tight buns for my own satisfaction. As I kneaded his ass like stiff dough in my hand, Toby reciprocated by sliding his hand down over my hips to massage my own ass. Our passion stepped up a notch as we hungrily snogged each other and hands roamed over each others warm flesh. Toby rolled back a little off his trapped arm so he could explore the object of his desire – my heaving 42DD breasts as they swamped his fine young chest. As he ran his hand over my nipple for the first time I could hear & feel him sigh in satisfaction that his ultimate fantasy had been achieved. The feeling was mutual for me as the warmth of his hand rubbed my nipple to an unbelievable tightness that pulsed through the skin & nerve endings of my breast. It felt so wicked to be in my marital bed with this boy that my passion started to run amok. I didn't care if I was going to be condemned to hell for all eternity, I was determined I was going to take utmost satisfaction from this boy as I made him a man in the process. We lay for several minutes kissing and running our hands over each other as we slowly explored the beauty of our new love toy partners. I could feel Toby's heart beating like a trip hammer inside his chest as his hands played with my horny nipples and roamed his hands over the huge expanse of bosom that had just been given to him for his unlimited pleasure & satisfaction. I could feel Toby's young prick start to twitch and harden against my thigh so I gently broke our kiss and pushed his head downwards and Toby caught on & slid down the bed to lick over the upper slope of my breasts and he headed south to my nipples. Oh God I was on fire and full of need as his hungry lips drew my nipple deep into his mouth. I sighed at the pressure of his lips sealed wetly on my hot flesh as his tongue tweaked and lashed my erect throbbing attention seeking nipple. I needed the pleasure that this boy could give and I needed it NOW, even though my mind told me to take it slow so that Toby learnt the art of lovemaking from an older woman rather than it being just a quick shag. To accelerate my relief I grasped one of his hands off my breasts and slid it between my legs. Still holding his hand in mine I guided his fingers deep into my juicy slit to thoroughly coat them with my juices and make my hips arch up off the bed slightly in automatic appreciation of his penetration of my pussy. I needed the temporary relief of an orgasm as I taught & explored foreplay with Toby before taking his virginity; so I eased his sticky fingers out of my now saturated pussy and guided them to my clit for the first time. Still guiding his hand I showed him how to rub and excite my clit as it hardened under the hood. After a minute of great stimulation I eased my hood back to expose my erect horny bud to his unhindered touch. I looked down to see Toby sucking hungrily on my nipples and his hand a blur as it roughly played with my clit and then he took the imitative by sliding two fingers into my soaking pussy while transferring his thumb to my clit to continue stimulating me unmercilessly. My body was throbbing with unknown levels of sexual hunger and need as I absorbed the way Toby was playing with my body and erotic zones. My mound felt like a volcano heading towards eruption due to the unknown touch of this young man exceeding the pleasure my own fingers have ever given me. My hips were now bouncing on the bed in mutual reaction to the thrusting penetrating fingers that were delving deep into my pussy. But Toby's thumb on my clit was wreaking havoc on my senses as I quickly drew towards my next orgasm. Finally hearing Toby groaning in ecstasy was just too much as his next two tweaks of my hard and now tender clit sent me tumbling into the throws of a fantastic orgasm that ripped me apart as my throbbing pussy clamped down tight onto Toby's sliding fingers as juices poured over his digits. My back arched off the bed as my hand thrust Toby's face into my rift valley of deep cleavage and he licked like mad in a mix of exploration & fight for survival to avoid being smothered by my breasts. "AAArrgghh Toby, yes, yes, yes .......... Keep going, you make me so horny," I cried in appreciation of his stimulation, but after another minute I had to pull his soaked hand off my mound to prevent passing out in absolute pleasure & over stimulation. "Come up here my lover," I pleaded as I pulled his head up towards me and swamped his lips with mine as I devoured his mouth in hungry appreciation of that orgasm. My hips & pussy were still twitching in the afterglow of such a stunning orgasm as my tongue explored the depths of Toby's mouth and I hugged him tightly to me, sharing the warmth of our bodies and our passion for each other. As we kissed I could feel Toby's hard cock brushing against my thigh as Toby brought his hands up onto my breasts again so that he didn't miss any opportunity to play with his favourite objects in the world. Our passions for each other was consuming us as our hands explored each other and I reached down to stroke his cock. His cock twitched to my touch and I slid my hand down to cup his heavy cum filled balls, which elicited a loud groan from Toby and a strong pulse rippled through the length of his meaty weapon. We looked hard into each others eyes as we both knew that it was time to make the boy into a man as I took his virginity in my marital bed while my family was away on camp. Breaking our kiss, I pushed Toby flat onto his back as I pushed myself up off the bed and looked down at my toyboy lying there with a 6 inch stiffy waving vertically at me. Toby looked at me with longing and desire as one hand reached up to kindly offer support to my swinging left breast. A wry smile was on his face as he hefted the weight of my full 42DD breast in his open palm. I slid down his body and swung my leg over his thighs making Toby let go of my breast as he couldn't reach that far. Looking at Toby's throbbing meat I ran my hands down it and cupped his balls as I slid myself up his thighs ready to consummate my unfaithfulness to Ian. Using my hand I guided the head of Toby's cock in between my pussy lips so it was ready to penetrate me and take Toby into manhood. We smiled at each other as we realised the steps we were taking and then I slowly started to lower myself down onto Toby's rock hard, thick, hot cock as it naturally speared its way between my saturated puffy pussy lips. God, the feeling of his cock head spreading my pussy lips was pure bliss and so wicked as I looked down on the grinning face beneath me as he realised his ultimate dream of fucking his friend's mother. Slowly his length filled me as I settled down on his firm thighs and accepted his manhood buried to the hilt inside me as my slick juices cocked the entire length of his meat in preparation of the lustful fucking that was about to commence. With Toby buried fully into me we sat and admired each other lovingly as Toby reached up with both hands to support the weight of my breasts. This guy was going to be an unbelievable lover in comparison to Ian and now was the time to prove it. As Toby ran his hands up to tweak my erect, horny & hot nipples between his fingers; I slowly lifted myself up the full length of his meat until just the tips was resting between my lips. Smiling down at him again I slid down again up I felt his balls pushed up against my steamy mound, and I felt his cock swell even more to fill my love tube. I didn't think that Toby would be able to last long with this being his first time so I held my pussy muscles in check as I slid up & down the fantastic cock that was plunging in and out my appreciative pussy. I cupped my hands over Toby's on my breasts, encouraging him to apply more pressure and be rougher as I started to hump faster on

his meat. Instinct came into play as Toby started to thrust up in unison with my downward pole slide to take his swollen head right up to the hilt in my juicy filled pussy. "That's it Toby, fuck me hard and deep," I encouraged. AArrrgh Mrs B.......... You are beautiful," he groaned as I started to ride him hard. "Play with my nipples, they are all yours........ Tug them, squeeze them, and thrill me with your hands........ I need you so much," I sobbed in pleasure & lust as we both handed towards orgasm. Now my mound was slapping hard against his balls, stirring up the hot spunk inside them, ready to be shot deep inside me. "That's it Toby fuck me hard, you know you've always dreamed of me," I panted deeply, "You've always dreamed of my tits and now they are all yours." "Oh yes, Mrs B," he groaned in appreciation. "And now your ultimate dream has come true, you are fucking your friends mother," I continued as I rode his surging manhood. My verbal oration was turning on Toby no end as he cock seemed to thicken even more deep inside of me, so I continued. "That's it lover, I can feel you so deep inside of me............ Does your first time in a pussy feel good?........Are you enjoying me riding your cock?" I panted & smiled down at my toy boy. "Oh Mrs B, This is so unbelievable, and you feel so good." I couldn't believe I was talking like this as sex with Ian was mostly silent. Ian would regard talk like this as dirty and sinful. Maybe it was but God I felt great and it made me so wet & horny that I was going to continue even if I sounded like a slut to my young lover. "Toby I am going to ride your fine cock all day if you want me to! ........... I am going to teach you about making love to a woman......... and how to satisfy me with your cock, hands, tongue, and mouth," I sighed in a sultry voice. Toby's cock pulsed & twitched inside me in response to my dirty talk as I continued to ride him, slapping down hard on his balls as he arched up to fuck deep inside of me each time our bodies collided together. I could see this was becoming too much for Toby, and I could feel my own orgasm ready to burst deep inside me as well. "That's it lover, squeeze my tits, fuck me deep and hard ......... I want to feel your thick meaty cock explode your hot sticky cum deep inside my pussy ........ Keep going...... Fuck me ..... Fuck me hard Toby!!!" "Uhhh,......Uhhh, ......Uhh, ....... Uhh," he grunted each time his balls slapped against me, "I .... am ...... going ..... to ..... cum ...... Mrs .....B". I felt his cock twitching as I finally released my pussy muscles to play along his hot thrusting length. "Aaaarrgh, Ohhh, ...... Mrs B!!" he groaned as his hands squeezed hard into my breasts and his prick gave one final thrust. "MRS B, MRS B ....... I love you," he shouted in triumph as he cock surged and exploded long jets of high pressure spunk deep into my pussy. "Fuck me Toby, Fuck me," I screamed to my toy boy as I took his virginity, my pussy filling with his spunk, "Yes Toby, Yes," I screamed again as my own floodgates opened and I screamed into the most amazing orgasm of my life! I clamped my muscles around his buried length & released them like an epileptic on speed as I milked & sucked the hot seed from Toby's cock, grunting like a rutting animal as the fires of orgasm consumed the whole of my mind & body. My nipples felt like they could shoot bolts of electricity, I was so wired, so fired up. I had never felt anything like this with Ian at any time during our marriage. Was it because I was being unfaithful?, was it because I was fucking my son's best friend? Or that he was less than half my age, a toyboy? Toby humped & shook as he finally finished filling my pussy with his seed, and then sagged back onto the bed, literally fucked. I pushed forward to squash my heaving hot breasts against his own chest as my hungry mouth sort out his gasping lips. My tongue devoured Toby's mouth as he bucked under me, trying to get air into his lungs after his exertions. My body was so alive, as if I had been taking ecstasy rather than being in ecstasy. I just wanted more, I wanted to suck my lover back to hardness then knee up before him to fuck me hard doggie style. I wanted to keep him here all day playing with my body, bringing me off with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. I was just so desperate for more sex. Leaving his mouth to take in more air, I slid down his body, stopping to lick & chew his nipples briefly before sliding all the way over his flat young stomach until I dragged my tongue into the forest of his pubic hair. Toby squirmed under me as my tongue traced a path to the tallest tree in the forest which was looking a little sorry for itself, but I was determined to water it back to health with my tongue as I tasted our combined juices in his pubes at the base of his flaccid cock. Using my fingers to roll back his foreskin I proceeded to lick along its length from its base to the juice covered head that twitched in response to the light, tender licking that I was starting to subject his manhood to. Slowly I slipped my mouth over the tip of his cock and slid my tongue along the tender sensitive underside of his cock as the head of his still soft cock was swallowed whole into my loving mouth. The taste & aroma of our combined cocktail of juices was heady and sensual as I tasted forbidden fruit again. As his cock head hit the back of my throat and my lips closed around the base of his cock, I felt Toby slide his hands through my hair as his cock started to respond and harden under my loving administrations. My tongue licked the sensitive skin close to his balls making Toby groan out loud, "Mrs B...... that is so beautiful...... please don't stop." I had no intention of doing so as my lips rose up his thickening and hardening length as it came back to live inside of my sex starved mouth. The feel of Toby running his fingers through my hair heightened my senses & increased my own need for satisfaction. Using one hand to start to gently cup his balls, I slid my other hand down between my thighs to play with my erect clit which was demanding attention. I nearly swooned in combined erotic pleasure as Toby's cock started to slide in & out of my mouth in unison with my fingers running amok over the erect bud and then dipping into my cum filled pussy. I needed to get Toby hard fast as I needed another good fucking on his young hard cock; this Sunday school teacher just couldn't get enough of this young god and his cock, even though I might burn in hell for my illicit sampling of young extra-marital flesh. Soon my pussy & clit were clambering for the desperate release of an orgasm and so I slid two fingers deep into my pussy while my thumb continued to strum my clit like the string of a guitar; and my lips eased up Toby's meat to taste the small amounts of cum starting to weep out of his one eyed man. Suddenly I pushed myself into the throes of self induced orgasm that ripped through my lower body, before expanding out into the tips of my nipples that craved for more attention. I quickly released Toby's cock from my mouth, much to his disappointment as I pushed myself off him and clambered up along side him. I dropped my face to the blankets as I hoisted my ass in the air as I knelt and looked my toy boy straight into his lust filled eyes, "Toby, now climb up behind my ass and fuck me from behind," I instructed. As he pulled himself around on the bed I kept thrusting my fingers in & out of my pussy to keep my orgasm going until I was filled instead with rock hard swollen cock from my toy boy. The juices were gushing down out of me as they ran over my fingers & onto my wrist as I shook my ass in the air to gain the attention of Toby's cock. I felt the bed sag as he knelt behind me and gripped my hips, sinking his fingertips into my soft flesh. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and spread my lips wide with my fingers in open invitation to ram his cock deep inside of me. With my other hand I reached between my legs to search for his approaching cock and to guide it to its goal and destiny. The massive swollen head brushed against my fingers as it made a bee line for the hive of nectar for his pleasure and my satisfaction. Despite my spread lips the hot mass of his cock head stretched me wide as it slid the first inch into my hungry tunnel of love. But then it stopped. "Toby, ... please don't tease me ... I need your cock deep inside me....... Please fuck your rampant cock deep inside me...... Fill me loverboy, fill me with your hard meat," I begged like a common street whore as my ass tried to thrust back onto his meaty length. "Yes Mrs B .... It is yours," he confirmed as he thrust forward hard, plunging his cock deep into me, up to the hilt, and the dam burst again as I came into an instant orgasm that overloaded my senses and I sagged forward, my head deep into the blankets and my ass high in the air. Toby needed no second invitation as he gripped my hips and rose to a crouched position behind me so he could fuck hard and deep into my pussy from behind. He was a man possessed as he started to slam his swollen cock deep into me in repeated long strokes, with his head just staying within my lips before he thrust forward again to slide like a bullet down the rifling of a gun barrel. God, I loved the feel of his balls as they slammed against my mound on every downward thrust; fuck, this boy had some vigour & strength as he shagged me hard, fast & extremely deep. "Play with my tits as you fuck me please," I begged. "Yes Mrs B," he replied obediently as his hands slid up my ribs and under me to grip the mass of my tits trapped against the blankets. His palms opened full width as they covered my organ stop hard nipples and then he pulled the flesh back into me as he used them as leverage to slam his hot thick cock deep inside me again. "That's it Toby, be rough, tease me, play with my nipples, ....... I am all yours," I purred as I gave myself to him totally. Toby didn't respond as he controlled his breathing to keep fucking into me with a regular pace, filled with lust and need. I was making an attentive lover out of this boy as he circled his hips to rub his cock on every part of my pussy as he rode me hard. 'Fuck, how much longer can he keep going?' I wondered as he continued to fuck me silly with no sign of him coming, while I seemed to keep gushing endless juices over his plunging hot cock to prevent it self igniting as he reamed out my now tender pussy, almost making me beg him to cum or stop. But after dreaming of his cock all week and being so desperate for sex I just marvelled at his passion and stamina. "Oh Mrs B you are so beautiful," he panted, "I'm sorry but I can't hold out any longer," as he plunged deep into me twice more before his cock fired hot wads of spunk into the depths of my pussy and I collapsed flat on the bed with Toby following me down with his cock buried to the hilt inside of me as my pussy muscles gang banged the length of his cock into submission as the orgasm drained the last of my energy and I lay totally shagged on his hands as they teased & tormented my tender nipples underneath me. My pussy milked every last drop out of his cock as his meat started to soften and Toby sagged his weight down to kiss the back of my neck as we absorbed the afterglow of fantastic sex and the pleasure it was giving our minds, bodies & souls. The heat of our bodies combined almost made us flammable as every nerve ending burned red hot from the mutual stimulation and lust we had consumed between us. Finally Toby rolled his weight off me, and we turned to lie face to face as we hugged our sweaty bodies together and kissed occasionally as we slowly regained our breath. It felt so natural to be laying in my marital bed with my young lover, hugging him gently, my breasts squeezed against his chest, and feeling our mixed cocktail of spent juices leaking out of my overfilled pussy and running down my thigh to seep into the blanket. The aroma of illicit sex filled the bedroom as we both slipped into a contented sleep. ............................................................................................................... Toby came round again on Sunday and we kissed & explored each other instead of going to church. We made out like two sweethearts on the sofa, his hands exploring my body through my clothes as if we expected our parents to burst in at any time. My nipples were burning through my t-shirt as they sort out bare contact with Toby's hot tender fingers that roamed over the top of my bra and teased me unmercilessly until I was gagging for his cock. I broke the unspoken rule of the morning by reaching inside of his pants to find his hard erection that was bursting to be freed out of its captivity. I slipped off the sofa to rip open his pants and to tug down his pants & boxers to release his rampant cock to my gaze. By Jesus it was an object of beauty stood there erect with blue veins pumping hot body to its hidden head as I gazed in wonder at the fine specimen that didn't belong to my far away husband who neglected my sexual needs. I licked my lips in anticipation of slipping them over his foreskin and peel it back to expose his swollen cock to my tongue. Pushing his thighs apart I eased forward to take his meat into my mouth and thus begin a day of lust and extra-marital sex. From that Sunday until the following Sunday lunch time Toby and I expanded our knowledge of each other, our bodies, our limits of stamina, our senses & stimuli; and developed an appreciation of different positions in different rooms of my home and even in Mike's bed where I sucked every last drop of spunk out of Toby's cock. As the week progressed Toby gained confidence in his abilities to please & pleasure me, and regretfully he fell in love with me and my body; especially my beautiful 42DD tits that were never out of his sight and attention for long. One of the most memorable moments was when he sat atop my chest and tit fucked me for ages. His hand forced my hot tits to smother his throbbing length as he slid it between my immense cleavage. Toby groaned in appreciation and pledged undying love for me as he sprayed hot ribbons of spunk out of my cleavage all over my lips, face and hair. He nuzzled his face into my welcoming bosom as he recovered I worried what would happen when my family returned home and our sex & lovemaking sessions had to come to an abrupt stop. During the week we explored so many positions, and repeated a 69 several times as we ate our fill of each other. Our other favourite was for me to sit astride Toby's face so he could reach up and play with my breasts and nipples as his tongue plunged the depths of my pussy. This allowed me to thumb my clit so my juices flowed down his throat underneath me. When he had eaten me like this we quickly changed position so he could fuck me hard from behind. We never bothered with the missionary position as I could get that from my boring husband Ian twelve times a year. I was distracted in my work at the hospital as I thought about my young lover endlessly and the wonderful sex we were having together. Each time I thought about him my pussy would itch and I knew that he would be waiting for me when I got home. I had even taken to bringing take away home each evening so we could have a quick fuck or blowjob as soon as I got in, then pause for a quick dinner, so that cooking didn't detract from any of the evening administering to each others needs & desires. Thursday lunch time I shot out to Victoria's Secret in the local mall to buy some stockings, suspenders and some open crotch panties. This way I just had to bend over the sofa as soon as we were through the door and Toby had instant access without having to pull down panties & pantyhose to get his hungry stiff meat into my pussy. All afternoon I had to rub my thighs together to ease this insane itch in my pussy, and the guys in the hospital stared in open mouthed admiration at my hard nipples thrusting through my uniform as they waited for the loving attention of Toby's hands, tongue and mouth. As I drove home I squirmed in my seat, my pussy salivating itself in anticipation of Toby's cock. I got stuck in traffic and nearly screamed in desperation at being delayed from my young lover's attentions. The bare skin of my upper thighs rubbing together was just too much and I hitched up my uniform skirt & thrust two fingers straight through the parting in my split crotch panties. I was so desperate I was masturbating in my car surrounded by fellow commuters. I was so lost in the pleasure my fingers gave as I hurtled towards my impeding orgasm that I was oblivious to the cheers of three construction workers in the big pick up truck stuck in traffic alongside me. It was only when they honked their horn in appreciation as I orgasmed in my seat that I became aware of them. "Oh Shit," I cried out in alarm as I got a reality check seeing these three guys leering at me from six feet away; as I looked down to see what they were admiring. My white stockinged thighs were spread wide and my hand was plunging between the folds of both my panties and my pussy lips as I fucked myself in public. The prim & proper Sunday school teacher who worked at the local hospital had lowered herself to masturbating in public, dreaming about her forthcoming extra marital affair with a boy half her age. My face blushed crimson in horror, but my pussy gushed sweet juices all over my seat in absolute pleasure of self fulfilling masturbation. Fortunately the traffic eased before the construction guys thought about coming over to help me out in any way. I didn't even stop for takeaway, I drove straight home, both in embarrassment and in hunger for a good fucking, I was so hot. Toby was sat on the door step as I drove on to the drive and almost leapt from the car, my door key already in my hand. After opening the front door I gripped Toby and hauled him inside. As soon as I was inside I pulled him to the dining room and rested my ass against the table as I scrambled to undo his belt and pull down his pants to release my hearts desire, his hot length of pulsating meat. Toby looked a little frightened at this rush and assault on his body. "Fuck me now lover boy," I cried out as his hard cock came into view and I started to ease my ass up onto the edge of the table. As I got up on the table I hitched my uniform skirt up and Toby's eyes went wide in utter amazement at the sight in front of him. Instead of the usual panties & pantyhose his saw creamy white stockings ending before a smooth band of firm thigh skin which framed a pair of damp crotchless panties. Toby breathed in the aroma & musk of my already juice saturated pubes as he gazed at the already swollen juice covered pussy lips smiling at him from my wide open crotch. "Oh fuck Mrs B, you are so gorgeous, I just don't know what to say," he drooled. "You don't have to say anything Toby, just get that hard weapon of yours thrust deep into my snatch and fuck me hard," I instructed. Slipping his hands under my knees to rub gently on the sexy material of my stockings; Toby eased my legs up high and wide as he stepped forward between my thighs ready to impale me on his heard, throbbing cock. "Come on lover boy," I goaded, "Fill me with your hot hard meat." Toby easily guided his prick against my pussy as he paused to peel back his foreskin to expose his glistening swollen head to my gaze. "Fuck me now," I demanded. And so he did, taking me in one long deep thrust as he fat cock plunged into my pussy. "OOhhh yyeesss Toby, that fills me, now take me and fill me with your hot cum," I sexily demanded. And so he did after fucking me senseless for five minutes and eliciting three orgasms out of me before his cock started to swell and throb even more inside me. Toby's face looked more like Disney's Goofy as it twisted & smiled as Toby let loose wads of spunk deep inside me. My pussy clenched his prick, my thighs clenched his hips; and my heels drummed on his ass as we both came in a sea of noise, screams, and shared juices. I loved the feel of his balls slapping against my ass as he continued to pound his cock deep into my pussy. As his cock started to soften inside of me Toby rested against my mound and reached forward to undo the front of my uniform & expose my vast cleavage to his love hungry gaze & desires. Carefully he reached into my overflowing bra and pulled out my weighty tits for his own pleasure. I spent all evening on the dining room table as he made a meal out of my tits and drank his fill out of my pussy with its cocktail of juices. Finally he eased me off the table, turned me around and ripped off my crotchless panties in a move that frightened me. My lover boy was possessed as he pushed me forward against the table and entered me roughly from behind. Once he was buried up to the hilt inside me, he reached forward to grab my tits into his hands as leverage for the pounding he was about to give me. Fuck, Toby had so much vigour as he shafted me long and hard from behind. With his rough treatment of my tits as well, I seemed to be almost in a state of continuous orgasm as a river of spent juices washed over his hot length before running down our thighs onto the carpet. "That's it Toby finish me off," I begged, "I'm all yours, spray your cum deep inside me." I was rewarded with some primeval grunts as a sea of spunk filled me again. Oh God, my muscles bite down on his cock as my orgasm ripped all of my remaining energy away from my body. I felt him winch in discomfort as I wrung the last ribbon of spunk from his balls, and his hands cupped & massaged the firm cheeks of my ass. After he pulled his now soft cock out of me and released my hot ass I pushed up off the table and turned to face him. Toby wrapped me in his arms and declared "I love you so much Mrs B, you know that don't you? The puppy love frightened me, but at the same time made me feel very special. On the Friday night we went out for a pizza and stopped in the park to eat it. But after two slices we were devouring each other with tongues and wandering hands. Toby soon had my tits out, and the next minute I was bent over his lap giving him a blowjob in a public place as he hands mauled my nipples and tits roughly as I sucked him dry. Well I thought I had sucked him dry but he soon bounced back as he thrust me to kneel on the back seat facing out the rear window as he hitched up my dress, and pulled down my panties to expose my ass to the glow of the nearby street lights. Toby quickly positioned himself between the two front seats as he slipped his cock effortlessly into my pussy. The risk of being caught stimulated us to new heights as we rutted and fucked in the rocking car to the most unbelievable orgasm. Fortunately the car contained our screams & grunts of passion as we fucked each others brains out. We finally drove home with Toby's fingers buried deep in my pussy and with his thumb rubbing my clit as my juices soaked into the driver's seat of our family car. I was so sore but so sensitive when we pulled up at my home. As we walked into the hall I could see he was hard again after frigging my clit & pussy for the last five miles on the way home from the park. As soon as the door was shut I dropped to my knees and pulled down his zipper. Toby ran his fingers through my hair as I gently eased his hardness out of his boxers and into my mouth. Toby rested his weight against the wall and eased his feet apart so I could position myself more comfortably between his thighs. I eased his foreskin back with my lips to reveal a smooth coating of our expended juices still on his cock as I slowly cleaned his swollen head with my tongue. Toby's knees sagged in ecstasy as my tongue licked along the sensitive underside of his throbbing cock and he swelled even thicker and harder in my mouth. Sealing my lips on his length I sucked in my cheeks to rub against his head as I pulled my lips backwards along his meat so my tongue could slowly lick the sensitive tip of his cock. Toby groaned and tightened his fingers on the back of my head as I focused on bringing him to a climax to finish off our evening. I reached round his thighs to grab his tight buns through his jeans so I could him firmly into my mouth at all times. After teasing the tip of his cock for a couple of minutes, I started to boob my lips up and down the full length of his meaty cock to sample every millimetre of his fine weapon. As my lips hit the root of his cock and his tip sank down my relaxed throat; I quickly licked the soft underside of his balls. I had no problem getting his cock in & out of my mouth as I leveraged myself through my grip on his wonderful, tight sexy buns in my hands. Toby matched this control by keeping a firm grip on my head & hair as he slowly started to rod in & out of my mouth and I could feel his passion & lust reach its maximum level. Taking one hand off his cute ass I reached under to cup his balls and gently squeeze them. This was just too much for Toby. "Suck me Mrs B, I want to cum into your beautiful mouth," he groaned. I withdrew so my lips sealed around the head and my tongue lashed across the sensitive tip of his cock. To tip him over the edge I started to squeeze & massage his balls to dislodge his last remaining store of cum. "Yes Mrs B ......... Yes Mrs B", Toby sighed as his cock swelled larger in my mouth, his hips rocked forward; and Toby exploded into my mouth. I drank his cum down my throat as he pumped his meat in and out of my mouth as he tried to rod the cum down my throat. "Oh fuck...... Yes ..... Yes ..... Yes," he groaned as he pulled my head down the length of hot cock, "I love you Mrs B; you are so wonderful to me." His cum was so hot & tasty and I had become addicted to it during the week. How was I going to go back to a once a month shag with Tim from next week? Toby was giving me 6 months of my usual sex supply every two or three days and I was overdosing on it, like any other junkie on their substance abuse of choice!!!!!! It was only eight o'clock and we had fucked each other senseless. I slowly licked Toby's entire length clean and enjoyed millimetre and minute of my time with him filling my mouth. All good things have to come to an end and Toby carefully put himself away as I slowly rose to my feet to look into his sex glazed eyes. We hugged and kissed long & hard, not wanting to let each other go; but I couldn't allow Toby to stay overnight. It was odd, I could let him fuck me in my marital bed, but I couldn't let him sleep with me. As I write this, it seems a retention of old fashioned, prudish values and a contradiction in terms that I could fuck a boy less than half my age and be unfaithful to my husband & family; but I couldn't bring myself to sleep with him ...... odd values. Saturday was spent in reality as I thoroughly cleaned the house and car to remove all traces of my illicit week of extra marital sex, with the aroma of air freshener everywhere and all the windows open to get rid of the stale aroma of our juices. Toby came around in the evening and I had to turn him away at the door. He looked gutted and could not understand that our week together had come to an end. I needed to get my head around what had happened, but more importantly I needed to get my head around how I would react to life again with my once a month husband who I suspected was getting his oats away from home during the week. The ride out to the airport on Sunday evening seemed long and I was in a state of confusion. I had missed my boys, but I wasn't sure about my future with Ian; and with Toby for that matter. As mostly guys will read this I won't go into great detail of what happened on Sunday as you are really only interested in the sex and not our home life. The short version is:- Ian, Andy & Mike had a great time together; they "bonded"; they loved the camp experience; Mike is going to join a gun club to shoot some more; Ian wasn't interested in me when we were at home together, he made no time for me and we didn't have our once month bit of sex; I went to bed upset & alone; Ian flew out Monday morning as usual. Monday was a miserable day as I realised my life was back to the same routine of Ian being away during the week; me looking after the kids; all day Sunday at church; and sex once a month if I was lucky. Was this as good as it was going to get? This was so different to the week I had just enjoyed. Tuesday was a little better as I found Toby had come ready for dinner with Mike. Toby looked disheartened, as he too realised that reality had set in. Wednesday night I arrived home to find Toby on the doorstep with a message from Mike to say he was going to be out this evening as he was going to join the local gun club. I couldn't not invite Toby to stay for dinner, so I invited him in; and instead of heading upstairs to change I headed into the kitchen and started cooking dinner. I could feel Toby staring at my back as I cooked, I couldn't start to imagine what was going through his mind as he looked at my back, ass & legs. My own thoughts were in turmoil as I cooked, I seemed to be in loveless marriage and here I had a young virile lover sharing my kitchen, desperate to have sex with me again. Gently I started to weep as I realised how messed up my life had got over the last two weeks. As I stirred the pot on the stove I became so miserable at how the future was shaping up, and my weeping turned to gentle sobs which Toby heard. "What's up Mrs B? Are you Okay?" he asked his voice full of concern. "No, I'm not," I sobbed out loud. Suddenly he was there behind me wrapping his arms around my waist, "What is wrong Mrs B.?" he asked, probably already knowing the answer. "Toby, my life is so screwed up now," I sobbed, "My husband is away & doesn't seem to love me anymore." "But I am here Mrs B., and I love you," he pledged as he pulled me back against his body to reassure me. I could feel his young cock hardening between the cheeks of my ass and the warmth in his arms wrapped around me. "But Toby, I am married. What we did last week was very nice, but I am married and it was wrong. You are very sweet, but you are half my age and my son's best friend. We can't carry on like last week, it is wrong and someone would notice if we did." "Mrs B, I can make you happy. I might not be your husband, but I proved last week that I can make you happy." Before I could argue with his logic, he turned me around in his arms and gently kissed me. His warm tender lips were irresistible and any resistance I might have had evaporated. Before I knew it I was returning his kisses as our tongues meshed together in my mouth. I broke our kiss, "Toby this is wrong." "Maybe, but you need loving, and I can give you what you are missing," he answered simply before he started kissing me and ceased any further reply. His tongue seemed to reach down all the way to my pussy as I could feel myself getting wet & flustered in his strong arms. Toby lifted his hand and ran it over my left tit through my uniform; and I dissolved in his arms as my nipple jumped to attention, sending electric pangs of desire arcing through my body. "Oh Toby," I groaned in need & pleasure, giving him permission to proceed further. He undid the front of my uniform and undid the front clasp of my bra, letting my massive tits surge out of captivity into his warm strong hands. "Toby, I need you, I need you to make me feel wanted," I pleaded. Toby cupped my tits and played with the weight in his hands as he thumbed my nipples to an unbelievable state of hardness. My back was becoming hot & damp, but not in reaction to Toby's fondling; but the pan of vegetables was boiling. I almost laughed as I reached behind me to turn off the stove as Toby lowered his lips to one of my erect nipples; that increased my temperature as I rested against the stove. My hands ran through his soft hair as I pulled him hard into my breast like a suckling babe, groaning, "Yes Toby, enjoy your favourites." Toby responded by licking and chewing both nipples as he played with both breasts until my hips shook against the stove as a small orgasm rippled through my overheating pussy, making my panty gusset steam cook my hot sticky mound. Toby seemed so in tune with my body and my needs that he released one hands from my throbbing tits and wandered down over my stomach heading for the hem of my white nurses uniform. He reached all the way to my left nylon covered knee, which he gently massaged for a minute, teasing me until I started to grind my hips forward & back on the front of the stove in desperate need of a more fore filling orgasm. I eased my feet apart to encourage my young lover to explore the warm smoothness of my nylon covered thighs. Toby's need was becoming as great as mine as I felt his hand slowly slid up my thigh in one smooth non-stop journey of discovery; finding my hot saturated, sticky mound as his destination. "Aaarrggghhh Toby," I groaned in absolute appreciation as the pressure of his palm cupped my needy mound, "Please bring me off with your fingers, I need to cum." Toby needed no second invitation; I don't think he needed any invitation as he had come to know my body, desires and need so well over the last 10 days; as he increased the pressure on my wet gusset and pushed the material between my willing pussy lips with his finger as I swooned in lust & desire. My hips were heaving against the stove as I tried to make his fingers spear my pussy through the material. But Toby was more practical & cool headed than I as his hand left my mound heading up to my waist band and in against my hot skin. No sooner had he got his hand inside my panties, then he was making a bee line for my aching pussy. I felt his finger tip glide through my bush covered mound until his middle finger parted the lips of my needy pussy and I groaned out loud in appreciation and anticipation. Toby transferred his mouth and hand to my other breast as he simultaneously slid his long finger full depth into my nectar filled pussy. Oh fuck, he felt so good buried deep inside me as he sucked hard on my now sensitive nipple. How did I manage four days without my talented young lover I asked myself. Well enough of thinking, time to focus solely on pleasure as Toby devoted himself to my needy body and soul. Taking his other hand off my breast Toby reached down to my waistband and I eased my ass off the stove to allow him to ease my panties down below my mound. Once they were pulled down I eased my thighs further apart to give easier access for Toby to satisfy me. He needed no guidance on that account as eased his thumb onto the hood of my clit to tease my bud to hardness underneath. My whole body was pulsating as he kept licking & chewing my tits and thoroughly explored the depths of my pussy with his strong middle finger. "Ohhh, yes Toby," I groaned in sheer delight as his thumb peeled back my hood to make contact with my love button. Ohh Toby ..... my love ....bring me off ..... please," I begged as if my life depended on it; my happiness certainly seemed to! Suddenly Toby dropped to his knees in front of me and attached his mouth to my clit, drawing in his breath to form a vacuum seal on it. This lack of pressure drew blood to my sensitive tip and had me soaring with such wonderful feelings of bliss and joy. As he fingers continued to pump in & out of my love tunnel; Toby started to press the tip of his tongue on to the tip of my clit and then started to rub hard across its nerve endings, sending jolts of pleasure racing through my body. With one hand I pushed his hand tight against me so his lips couldn't break their seal around my clit; and my other hand came up to torture my rock hard aching nipples that were now devoid of Toby's lips. "Ohh God Toby, this is sssoooo beautiful," I crooned at the skill my lover had developed over the past week as he took me surging towards a most powerful and desperately needed orgasm. His fingers stretched the inside of my pussy and his knuckles rubbed the tender lips each time they thrust deep inside me. My juices were pouring out over his fingers & soaking into the already sodden panty gusset underneath, filling the kitchen with the musky aroma of my pussy juices. I raked my long nails over my tits, making me wince in a mixture of pleasure & pain whenever they scored across my hardened nipples and excited me even more in conjunction with Toby's attention to my pussy & clit. My hips were riding his fingers and tongue as I surged ever closer to sensual overload. As my nails hit my nipple again, Toby scored his teeth across my clit and I just tripped out into total orgasmic overload that cross wired all of my senses as I clung to the stove to stay upright. "YES TOBY, ........ YES, ....... Fuck me with your fingers and bite my clit," I screamed at the head buried between my thighs as my juices broke the dam and surged over his fingers and my well practiced pussy muscles tried to break the penetrating fingers that were now corkscrewing inside my hot flooded pussy. My arms tried to support my weight as I sagged on the front of the stove panting, "Fuck me Toby, fuck me however you want, but just fuck me here and now my lover." Toby's face pulled back from my mound and our lust filled eyes met as he continued to corkscrew his fingers deep inside me, and I just couldn't stop abusing my red nail welted tits. Quickly getting to his feet, Toby grabbed my hand and hauled me out of the kitchen, and into the lounge. He pushed me straight towards the sofa at speed making my shins hit the front of the sofa as I flew forward. Suddenly I was kneeling on the sofa cushions with my head, arms & tits draped over the back of the sofa. Behind me I could hear Toby desperately trying to unfasten his pants and release his cock. Suddenly Toby hitched up my uniform skirt on to my hips before pulling my panties & pantyhose down a little further to gain clear access to my dripping pussy. I was so turned on and ready to be fucked by my young lover. I felt

Toby's hands grip the underside of my ass cheeks with his thumbs close to my hot sticky pussy lips as he eased forwards towards me. Slowly he eased his thumbs apart opening my pussy lips wide and making me shiver in anticipation of him fucking me from behind doggie style. Doggie style is so basic and so animalistic like its name that I enjoy it so much; especially when I am only used to the straight up and down of the missionary position, so beloved by my husband Ian. " OH GOD, TOBY," I screamed as he just thrust himself like an arrow straight into the bulls eye of my pussy. "Oh you are so hard and so thick tonight," I swooned in absolute pleasure as his cock stretched me wide and he slammed into me up to the hilt and his hot cum filled balls slapped hard against me. I squeezed my muscles down hard on his meat, trying to tenderise it, and then marinade it with my juices inside my hot oven of a pussy. Toby sank his fingers into my hips to get a firm grip as he picked up the pace and started to fuck me hard and fast. He both knew we wouldn't last long; the desperation for sex and the exciting foreplay was just too much for both of us. "That's it lover, fuck me hard and deep," I teased and encouraged him," I love feeling your balls slap against my pussy." I had begun to love talking dirty, it seemed such a sin to my Christian soul, but so good to my sex crazed mind and demanding body. Suddenly Toby stepped up on to the front edge of the sofa, crouching so he could keep plunging deep inside of me as we fucked each others brains out. He reached forward trying to reach my tits, so I eased myself up off the back of the sofa allowing his hands to slip underneath me and grip my erect tender nipples between his fingers. He used his grip on my massive, free swinging 42DD beauties as leverage to bang his prick deep inside me with every thrust. My orgasm was rushing at us like an express train as I screamed at Toby "Cum inside me, fill me with your hot spunk........... Spray your seed in my pussy........ Slam your cum filled balls against my pussy until you explode your spunk into my hot tube." God I loved talking like a slut, I hoped it turned Toby on as much as it did me. At the same time my mind registered the sound of the front door closing. "Mrs B you make me so hot for you ........ I can't last much longer.. [pant] ...... [pant]...... I'm going to cum," he grunted out load between huge grasps of breath to fill his overworked lungs. "Fill me Toby..... Cum inside me now..... I'm coming, aaarrgh, I coming right now lover......Cum with me," I cried, hearing movement at my side. "MRS B," Toby screamed in pleasure and a hint of panic as his cock swelled even more, the head of his cock twitching furiously inside me as the first ribbon of hot spunk exploded deep inside me. Toby's balls slapped against me another dozen times as he seemed to endlessly fill my pussy with his hot young seed. I gripped his hands in mine, hard against my tits as my own orgasm consumed my own body like the fires of Hades. The rough treatment of my tits heightened my senses as the orgasm erupted from the pit of my stomach and spread in a circle consuming my sensitive clit and washing through my well fucked pussy with a wave of juices that coated his cock and mixed a cocktail of our shared juices inside the shaker that was my throbbing pussy. Toby was fucked as his head slumped against my uniformed back; his hard, but spent cock still buried up to the hilt inside me; and his hands clinging to my tits like his life depended on it. "Thank you, Toby, Thank you, I needed that so much tonight....... Thank you my young lover," I panted as my twitching pussy muscles finally tired and eased off his tender softening cock. Finally we were quiet as we tried to regain our breath; and a voice said, "Mum?" I was suddenly jointed out of orgasmic heaven by the sound of Andy's voice. My head snapped up to see him standing in front of me. His face was a vast mixture of emotions – disbelief, disappointment, and awe. He looked down on me as I was draped over the back of the sofa with my uniform wide open at the front and my full tits swinging free now Toby had released them; plus my uniform skirt was hitched up over my hips with my panties hanging on my thighs, trapped in place by young Toby with his softening cock still buried deep in my pussy. Andy didn't say any more as he just stood there looking at me in this position; I didn't move, I was frozen to the spot, but I felt & heard Toby pull out of before dressing quickly and leaving the house like a bullet from a gun. For what seemed an eternity Andy just glared at me and I couldn't directly look at him as I felt so much shame at being caught like this. I could feel Andy's eyes running all over my partially clothed body as he just stood there in silence. "Andy?," I almost whispered, breaking the silence between us as I reached behind me to tug my skirt down over my ass to cover my well fucked pussy which was now starting to leak our spent juices down the inside of my thigh and onto the sofa. Andy didn't say anything, he just walked past me and went upstairs to his room, shutting the door in a seemingly audio end to the matter. I sagged over the sofa crying at how my life had come to this and the level I had sunk to. I tried to stuff my still excited full breasts back into my bra & blouse, but their fullness and my racking sobs made this impossible to achieve. I just gripped my overflowing breasts in my arms and ran up the stairs to my room & shut my own door as I headed to the shower. After stripping off my clothes I climbed into the shower to wash away my unfaithfulness. I soaped myself all over to remove Toby's touches, a pathetic gesture I know; before delving my fingers into my pussy to clean out the mass of our juice cocktail. Thick globs of his spunk ran over my fingers as I tried to clean myself and reinstate some form of dignity back into my now destroyed life & family. I stood under the hot water for ages, failing in my task. Finally I climbed out, dried myself, dressed in my robe and headed downstairs, passing Andy's still closed door on the way. The lounge & kitchen reeked of forbidden sex; I was horrified at the strong aroma of our hot passion and lust for each other as I opened as many windows as possible to let the wind take away reminders of my unfaithfulness. Cleaning spent bodily fluids off the sofa made me cry at my own foolishness and self destruction; before finally heading into the kitchen to cook the family evening meal that I had started previously. Once dinner was ready I had no appetite at all. I just turned it off and left it for Mark when he came in from the gun club. I closed the windows & sprayed the rooms with air freshener before I headed upstairs and knocked on Andy's door. "I'm so sorry, Andy, I don't know what to say to you to explain," I said as tears filled my eyes and made my voice come out as a croak as I continued, "There is dinner downstairs for you. I'm going to bed. Again I am soooo sorry." I took off my robe and climbed into bed, hugging the blankets against me to protect me from the outside world which I felt was about to come crashing down on me. Shortly afterwards I heard Mike come in, eat his dinner and head to bed. I didn't have the courage to face him and find out how he had got on at the gun club. I didn't know if I could hide the fact that I had been caught fucking his best friend. Would Andy have come down and shared that information with his younger brother? I didn't know and I was too much of a coward to find out. I lay in bed sobbing quietly to myself, unable to sleep because of my late developing conscience & regret at my foolishness. I don't know if I nodded off or not, but later on there was a knock at my door. "Mum?" I heard Andy say. "Mum, can I come in?" he asked quietly. I switched on my bedside lamp and sat up before answering, "Sure, come in." I was relieved that Andy hadn't totally disowned me. "Can we talk please," he asked. "Sure," I answered as I patted the bed alongside me and moved over towards the centre of the bed, clutching the blankets to me to hide my nakedness. I just had my arms over the blankets with my hair resting down onto my bare suntanned shoulders. "Mum ....... I can't understand ...... I don't understand why, ............ why Toby of all people?" "Oh God Andy, I'm so sorry ... I am so sorry that I've let you down." "But why mum?" he asked with eyes full of hurt. "I don't know if I can explain it, let alone ask you to understand or forgive me for what I have done." "But we love you," Andy said almost in a pleading voice looking for confirmation that I still loved him. "I know you and Mike do, but I am not sure that your father does anymore." I stated through my tears. "Why do you think that?" "Since your father became more religious about ten years ago his views changed on many things........... and lovemaking was one of them." "But why?" Andy asked. "I don't know but he only makes love to me once a month and now as I get older I crave more before I lose my looks as I get older." "But mum you are not old," Andy reassured me. Taking his hand in mine I replied, "Thank you so much Andy, your father never says that now. We haven't made love for a long time and I worry that he is finding his lovemaking away from me during the week." "NO ........ mum, you are still a good looking, sexy woman, Dad would be mad to do that, and cheat on us all," he said and squeezed my hand to reassure me. I burst into tears, no longer able to hold it all together. Immediately Andy wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and rested my head on his shoulder as the tears streamed down my cheeks onto his arm and my neck. "When your father rang to say he was taking the two of you to camp I felt so hurt because he was leaving me out, he didn't even discuss it with me first. I was hurt and lonely. The house was so big and empty without you all. I was so lonely," I cried on his strong supportive shoulder." "Its okay mum, I'm here," he reassured me, "We love you; you must know that." "I do, but it wasn't enough Andy, ........ I needed physical love to sustain me," I sobbed. Andy ran his hands over my bare shoulders to comfort me, and pulled me tight against his chest so my breasts squashed against him through the blankets. "I craved love so badly that week you were away, it just happened with Toby, it was wrong and I am so sorry, I am so sorry Andy," I explained. "Ssshhhh mum, it is okay I understand, really I do, I've seen dad ignore you at weekends, only interested in church and then off to work again. I am here now, and I understand, please don't be ashamed, I really do understand." I looked up in surprise, and looked into Andy's eyes. They were full of love for his hurt mother. He reached up with one hand to wipe the tears from my eyes. His finger was soaked after rubbing one eye & cheek, so he reached down & lifted the blanket out of my hand to rub the other tear filled eye & wet cheek. Once he had done that he kissed my forehead before he lifted my chin slightly with his finger and leaned forward his mouth towards me. I was amazed and my mouth opened slightly in surprise at this sudden change in events. Andy mistook this amazement for something else and gently lowered his lips on mine. Wrapping his arms around my bare shoulders he pulled me tight against him as his tongue ran across my wet lips. I moved my lips slightly, about to say this was wrong; but Andy mistook this movement for acceptance and his tongue slipped into my mouth as he hands started to stroke my bare back. 'Oh Christ,' I thought, 'my own son is coming onto me. This is so wrong.' It might have been wrong to my mind and what little sense of decency remained in me, but my body craved his love, warmth, and attention. It also craved the desire that was starting to build in both of our bodies. Unbelievably I started to return his kiss; my body overcoming my mind and commonsense. Andy ran his hand down my back until it touched briefly against the valley of my ass, before heading back up to my shoulders. I sensed Andy tense up, expecting a negative reaction from me. When it didn't happen he became more adventurous and slid his hand onto my ass briefly. When I returned his kiss more passionately he slid his hand down again on to my ass and this time massaged my ass for several minutes before sliding his fingers down my crease to explore its warmth & firmness. 'This is so wrong,' I kept telling myself, but my body said different. By now we were starting to devour each others mouths, but I didn't want to encourage Andy, it was for him to decide if he intended to 'comfort' his mother further. My body ached for him to do so. This time as his hand came up my back it snaked across my back to reach under my arm and brush against the soft side flesh of my breast. At this touch I sighed gently into Andy's mouth giving him the message to proceed further with the seduction of his mother, which was only slightly against my wishes. It would have been totally against my best judgement if I had been thinking normally; but I hadn't done that for two weeks! Not meeting any resistance to his further advances, Andy became even more adventurous by running his hand up over my shoulders and started down the front on to the upper slope of my now heaving breasts. The blanket was trapped between us, but he gently eased me backwards to break the bond so his hands could ease the blanket down. All the time we kissed, we search each others mouths asking, both seeking the reassurance to allow this continue. Whilst the reassurance might not have been given, neither of us signalled the desire to stop, we continued into forbidden territory. Still kissing, still looking into each others souls; Andy slowly ran his hands down the front of my breasts until he came to my now erect nipples and I groaned in pleasure into his mouth. As his hands played with my nipples his long forgotten baby instincts came to the fore and he started to lower his head to suckle on his mothers teats again after so many years. I eased my hands onto the bed behind me so I could semi recline, thus lifting my full breasts high onto my chest in open invitation to my eldest son. Andy literally accepted the invitation with open arms as his hands reached forward to support the full weight of my breast in his hands as his mouth slowly descend to one hard teat, and I didn't stop him. As my baby's lips closed over my teat after such a long break, my pussy pulsated in a mini orgasm of satisfaction and need for more. My head rolled back and my eyes closed as Andy suckled on both nipples for what seemed like hours of pleasure for both of us. I felt him take one hand off my breasts and I opened my eyes to see him reaching for his cock. "Here let me take care of that," I said as I eased my weight forward so one hand could reach between his legs and into his boxer shorts. An eight inch long, thick, manly cock stood proud in there waiting for me with a drop of precum coating his helmet as my hand slowly slid down his hot length to finally cup his large hairy cum filled balls. 'Oh god what a fine son I have reared,' I thought as I gently squeezed his balls to be rewarded with a long groan. "Stand up Andy," I instructed as I slid across to the edge of the bed. Sitting upright I tugged his boxers down and let them fall to the floor, releasing his meat to my eyes. 'Holy shit,' I thought, 'two wonderful cocks in one evening,' generating a thought that I stored away for later consumption. Sliding my legs out from the blankets I turned towards him. "Let me help you out with that," I said, "as you look so uncomfortable." Andy looked down in amazement as I slid my lips over his cock head, peeling back his foreskin, before taking his whole length into the back of my throat in one swift, easy swallow. Andy's hands gripped my head & ran through my hair as he groaned, "Oh mum, .... Oh mum that is so beautiful." After only a couple of minutes I could feel his balls & cock start to surge so I quickly slipped him out of my mouth, much to Andy's obvious disappointment. But that was quickly overcome as I leaned forward and crushed my massive tits together in my hands around his erect hot meat. Andy groaned out loud in appreciation of this startling development, as I started to rock back & forth to run his hard cock up between the acres of hot tit flesh crammed tight around his cock. Andy soon caught on and started to rock his hips, thus thrusting his cock up between my tits until its head popped out. For such a young man he had unbelievable staying power as he fucked my enormous tits non stop for a couple of minutes, before suddenly pleading, "Mum, I need to cum." "Go ahead son, my tits are all yours, come between them." At that he started to cum by crying out "MUM," as ribbons of hot creamy spunk exploded from between my cleavage and sprayed over my face. As he spewing cock retreated between my tits on his downward stroke I released my tits and quickly leaned forward to catch his up thrusting cock in my mouth as his cock continued to spew forth his seed. Andy groaned loudly as my lips drew down on his length and he thrust deep into my throat. His hands ran through my hair as I ran my tongue along the sensitive glands to elicit the last remaining drops from his cock as I swallowed his seed to prevent myself from drowning in his spunk. Juices were flowing inside my pussy and I craved attention down there despite being roughly fucked only hours earlier. Finally Andy's thrusting hips came to a standstill in my mouth and his cock began to soften. I licked him clean before releasing his meat from my lips. While he continued to stroke my hair I looked deep into his eyes and saw no remorse for the sinful act we had just commitment against the sanctity of our family. "Now we can take our time," I said as I cast aside the blankets and lay back on the bed in an open invitation for him to join me. Andy needed no second invitation as he joined me on the bed. He lay on his back beside me, informally allowing & inviting me to take control from now. "Are you a virgin?" I asked "Errr, ....... Yes Mum," he reluctantly admitted. "That is fine," I reassured him as I leaned forward to kiss his mouth once more. We kissed for a few minutes before I took one of Andy's hands in mine and guided his fingers over my breasts, down across my stomach and onto my mound, where his fingertips started to brush against the neatly trimmed hairs of my bush. Andy sighed into my mouth as his finger tips relayed the feelings back to his brain and it registered this as something that was pleasurable and amazing to a young virgin. Slowly I eased his hand, palm open, over my whole mound until he was cupped me in the palm of his hand. Gently I squeezed my hand over his so he cupped & then eased off repeatedly on my mound that craved attention. I also moved his hand in a slow circular motion over my triangle and I enjoyed the sensations the pressure his hand was exerting gave to my damp pussy lips and my aching clit. After several minutes of this I centred his hand on my mound and increased the pressure of my middle finger on the top of his. I sighed as I felt his finger start to ease my lips apart, and Andy groaned once more in anticipation of this new experience in his young life as his finger started to venture into from whence he had been born. My tongue licked hard inside his mouth to communicate my need and pleasure to encourage Andy to explore the gift I was laying open for him. Andy understood my need as his finger curled upwards and slid between the walls of my already juice slicked pussy. Once his finger was fully buried I guided his hand to thrust slowly in & out of me as I devoured my son's mouth in mutual appreciation of our actions down below. Once he had got the rhyme of frigging me I carefully guided his thumb to the hood of my clit and started him rubbing me in a tight circular motion. This triggered my juices to flow over his invading finger as Andy automatically added a second finger to penetrate my now sodden pussy. I opened my thighs to give him better access as I broke our kiss to get some air. "Oh Andy, that feels so good, you really know how to pleasure a woman," I cooed at my son as he lay facing me. "Mum you are such as beautiful woman, I can see why Toby had such a look of love in his eyes as he made love to you earlier ......... and dad must be a fool for ignoring you like this." "You are so sweet," I cooed, "now ease your thumb down slightly until you can ease it under the hood of my clit and you find the hard bud of my clit. I flinched in joy as his thumb found my erect love button, making the walls of my pussy clamp down hard on his two invading fingers. "Ohhh, Andy, rub my clit, finger my aching pussy, and pleasure your mama," I sexily instructed. For being a virgin at this he soon caught on, and boy did it feel good. Andy kissed me a final time as he lowered his head to suck hard on my breast. He ran his tongue across the hot flesh before moving to another part and sucking down on that and licking it briefly. Slowly he covered most of my breast, and finally repeated the treatment as he worked in an ever decreasing circle around my nipple without touching it. The teasing touch of his lips & tongue sent ripples through my nerve endings and stimulated my pussy as much as his fingers were doing. God, I was so horny again and the fact that it was my own son didn't seem to bother me anymore, even it should have done by anyone's standards of common decency. I could feel an orgasm brewing deep inside me, starting to bring me to the boil, as well as Toby had done in any of our lovemaking sessions. "Suck hard on my nipples Andy and bring me off please," I gently prompted. As with any considerate lover he obeyed and drew my right nipple deep into his mouth, & then lashed his tongue across the sensitive teat in long sideways licks. My nipple, clit & pussy all seemed wired together in one network of pleasure & sensitivity. This network was being simultaneously overloaded and was about to trip out into a body racking orgasm. With two fingers buried full depth in my pussy, his thumb exciting my now proud clit, and his teeth brushing over my horny teat, I tripped over into a full blown orgasm that shook my very soul. It is hard to describe the feelings & emotions that I went through lying next to my own son with my vibrating pussy clamping on his fingers as my juices tried to flush out his penetrating digits; and my ass & tits heaved & throbbed in appreciation of his thumb & teeth. I pulled his face hard against my burning tits, almost smothering him in my tits. Eventually I had to pull his hand off my mound before I blacked out with over stimulation, Andy wasn't experienced enough yet to know when to stop! I was still grasping from my orgasm as I saw him lying back with a very smug smile on his face and a raging hard on pointing straight towards the ceiling. I dearly wanted to take his virginity there and then, but I wanted to night to last as long as possible as you only lose you virginity once; and I wanted this to be memorable for my son. So instead of straddling his hard on I slid up the bed, gripped the head board and swung my leg over his face. Andy looked puzzled as my thigh swung only his face and then I started to settle down directly on his mouth. His hands flew up to grip my hips in self protection until my pussy lips stopped descending onto him about an inch above his lips and he realized he was safe. "Once you have licked all my juices out of my pussy you can then fuck me," I informed him. "It is like eating your greens before you can have desert," I laughed. Then I lowered my pussy onto his mouth and closed off his hearing with the firm flesh of my thighs either side of his ears. Andy's tongue tentatively ran along the length of my pussy lips as he decided if he liked this or not. A bit like a kid at the dinner table, he was going to eat his greens before desert; only these 'greens' would orgasm on his tongue before his had eaten the full portion! It would take a full page of inadequate description to try to even to start to describe the exquisite quarter of an hour that Andy spent licking out my pussy and teasing my horny clit. His tongue delved so deep into my pussy that I nearly passed out. My son was even better than Toby and he very gradually increased his pace and teasing over the time he was inside of me. When he flicked my clit ..... Oh God did my world spin and I had to hold onto the bed head to save crushing my young lover. I wanted the total body experience so I pulled his hands up onto my tits and guided them over the mass of flesh that swung under gravity & excitement. Keeping my hands behind his I guided him to support the incredible weight of my 42DD breasts & massage the underside of them for several minutes before stretching his hand up onto the upper slope of my tits. Here I encouraged him to rake his nails down the firm skin until they ran across my tender nipples. Each time he racked my nipples I seemed to dispense more juices into my pussy for Andy to lick out and swallow. This stimulation seemed to last all night until I just couldn't take anymore and with a final lick over my erect clit he took me into another orgasm that shook my whole frame even though both of us were supporting my massive tits in both pairs of hands. Suddenly Andy's head fought for air between my thighs and I had to lift my orgasming body up off his face to save drowning or suffocating him. While still shaking & trembling my way through my orgasm I reluctantly slid off his face and slid down his chest towards the object of my need. I reached behind me to take a firm grip on the base of his twitching cock to prevent him from coming as I finally positioned my pussy over my son's virgin cock. I looked down at Andy's face. His mouth & nose was coated with my spent juices and his eyes held mixed emotions; relief at surviving my orgasm on his face, anticipation at his goal of losing his virginity, and amazement that it was going to be his mother who was about to take his virginity in his fathers bed. Releasing the base of his cock I slid my hand up the whole throbbing length until I reached the swollen head. Gently I peeled his foreskin back to reveal a most beautiful helmet with surging veins on the underside and it was going to be all mine to ride. I positioned my pussy lips either side of his helmet and looked deep into Andy's eyes. I could see love, lust and need in his twinkling eyes as he nodded slightly giving his agreement to the barrier we were about to cross as mother & son. I was just about to take his virginity and then fuck his brains out in my marital bed. I felt the heat of his meat over and above my own hot pussy as I very slowly lowered myself down onto my son's cock for the first time. Despite the earlier fucking by Toby, and the frigging Andy had given my pussy; Andy's cock still stretched my excited lips wide as his helmet sank into my still dripping pussy for the first time. "Ooohhh mum I have never felt anything like this before," he groaned as my tight pussy stretched his foreskin right back now the first four inches of his eight inch weapon were embedded in my pussy. "Andy, you feel so good inside me. Are you okay with this?" I questioned. In reply he placed his hands on my hips to push me down the remaining four inches down onto the base of his cock and tight against his cum filled balls. We stayed in this position, not moving for a full minute as we each got used to the feeling that were surging through our bodies and the emotions that were racing through our minds. Finally I broke the spell by leaning down onto Andy as I briefly kissed his lips before sensually using my tongue to lick my own juices off his lips & face. As I did this I could feel Andy's cock swell even thicker in my pussy as he found my actions so erotic. As I finished on the juices I felt both of his hands running through my hair as he pulled my lips over his and sank his tongue deep into my mouth to taste my juices on my tongue. We consumed each others tongues, lips & mouths as our passion for each other reached new heights and Andy lowered one hand to rake my back with his nails, which excited me no end. I couldn't believe my son was a virgin as his skills & techniques were far superior to Toby's and Ian's. I had never felt as loved and respected as a woman as Andy was making me feel right now. We lay still, his rigid cock still buried to the hilt inside me as we continued to kiss with Andy running one hand through my hair & over my neck, and the other hand raking my tender back and sliding down to cup & squeeze my buttocks. The five minutes that we had spent snogging each other meant that Andy's cock had relaxed inside of me and was unlikely to now shoot its load as soon as I moved my pussy on his still erect length. We could now fuck without worrying about the risk of premature ejaculation by Andy. I loved the feel our what he was doing to my back & ass that I stayed in the same position kissing him deeply as I slowly eased my hips upwards drawing my tight pussy along the full length of rigid cock, inch by sensual inch, until I felt the ridge of his helmet ease my lips apart briefly. I stopped at this point as Andy groaned into my mouth, "Oh mum." I kissed him back as I slowly slid back down his eight inches of restrained young vigour, knowing that in the next few minutes that this vigour would be released as he pounded his hot meat into my demanding pussy. But for now we were both happy to take it slow and make this wonderful time between us last as long as possible. Maybe incest is the new way for mother and son to 'bond' together in these days of buzzword terminology? With my squashed nipples rubbing against his hard young chest I was in need of more attention from his hands, but I didn't want to rush things, so for the next couple of minutes I slowly rolled my hips and rode his cock full length as Andy massaged my buttocks and explored the crease of my ass. For a brief moment his finger rested & rubbed over my back hole and sent involuntarily spasms through my pussy. Andy realised he had found a further erotic zone on my body. Our time together was becoming a journey of discovery for both of us. By now I was picking up the pace, riding the full length of his cock before dropping down and feeling his full balls slap again me. Andy was returning my passion by thrusting his hips upward in perfect unison to my downward slide on his cock. I had to separate off his lips & chest as we were becoming too hot through our exertions. Pushing up off his shoulders, I sat upright on his lap and the feel of his still thrusting cock gave different sensations and hit a different spot in my pussy. Our fucking went up another notch as our hips worked overtime to pound his meat in and out of my hungry pussy. "AAAaahhh," Andy groaned out loud in pleasure at these altered sensations stroking his cock. "Sssshhh Andy," I whispered in panic as I placed a finger over his lips, "you're wake Mike, and we don't want that do we?" Andy gently shook his head, and with a glint in his eye sucked the end of my finger into his mouth, before sucking on the whole length. I smiled back at my cheeky young lover as I rode his cock with increased fervour. I grabbed Andy's hands and cupped them under my breasts. He didn't need to be taught a second time as his hands started to cup and fondle my swinging tits. He teased my nipples with his rough thumbs and I groaned in appreciation of this additional stimulation. He then started to gently scratch my extended nipples with his fingernails which just about sent me into orbit "Aarrgh Andy you feel so good inside me and you do wonderful things with my tits. You are fantastic," I praised him. Suddenly he gripped my tits like a pair of melons in a supermarket, and pulled me forward as he flicked himself up off the bed. He stretched my left breast up into his wide open mouth as his other hand snaked around my back & down onto my ass to balance himself in this position. His fingers sank deep into my ass cheeks forcing me hard down onto his cock & balls as his lips sucked onto my tit flesh and his tongue started to lash my nipple again. This just blew me away and my whole body started to shake as another tremendous orgasm consumed my whole body. The years of sexual barrenness were now over and my body was rewarding my young lover with the pent up juices that now flowed over his cock between the pulsating spasms of my love tunnel. " Andy, please take me, fuck me hard ........ I want to feel your cock explode your hot spunk deep inside me," I panted. "That's it, thrust deep inside me .... I am all yours ...... Please your mama .... Fuck me hard," I encouraged him between huge grasps for air as our bed shook under our energetic fucking. Andy released my tit, allowing it to slide down between our sweat coated bodies as he wrapped his arm around me to stay upright and I wrapped both arms around him like a mother supporting her baby. But this 'baby' was fucking his mother senseless. There I was sitting on my sons lap with his cock buried up to the hilt inside my as I slapped my pussy lips down onto the base of his cock & his balls; while Andy squeezed my buttock hard with one hand and clung to my back, scratching my tender skin with the other hand; and my massive tits tried to squeeze out between our sweaty chests. This was pure fucking heaven for me. Andy's cock swelled even thicker inside me and he whispered breathlessly in my ear, "Mum I am about to come?" with an element of doubt still in his mind about our incest. "Fill me with your seed my son, fuck deeply into me, it is okay my lover," I reassured him. Suddenly his nails sank into my ass & back as he groaned, "Mmmmuummm," as he exploded his spunk like a volcano deep inside me. "Yes, .... Yes, ..... Yes, ..... Ohhh Andy!!!," I groaned as a new devastating orgasm gutted my body, pulling him hard against my hot tender tits. My pussy was overflowing with shared juices as we rutted and shook through our orgasms in utter relief for the needs of both of us in that moment of incestuous passion that knew no boundaries. His cock spewed about five long ribbons of spunk deep into my pussy with unbelievable force as Andy's hand almost ripped the flesh of my now abused ass. While my pussy was continuing to milk the last drop of spunk out of him we collapsed back onto the bed, my face buried into the sheets alongside his glowing cheek as we fought for breath and waited for the remaining throbs & echoes of our orgasm to abate. With leaning forward my lips broke the wet seal around his cock and our cocktail of spent juices flowed over my swollen pussy lips and dripped down onto his balls & pubes. Finally I regained my breath and lifted my head up to look at Andy. His face was totally relaxed and his eyes spaced out as he mind revelled in his experience of fucking his mother. I gently kissed his lips as sweat dripped from my brow onto his sweat covered forehead. We kissed softly & lovingly for several minutes until I felt his now soft cock slide out of my utterly fucked & tender pussy. I broke our kiss and looked deep into his eyes. "Thanks mum, that was fucking amazing," he stated plainly. "Fucking usually is amazing when it is done properly," I smiled back, before sliding down his body to lick and suck his soft cock clean. As my tongue lapped up our spent juices off his cock Andy writhed on the bed each time my tongue caught his sensitive glands & helmet. Once his cock was clean I turned my attention to his tender balls. Very, very, gently I sucked each ball in his hairy sack to leave him clean and his cock now partially hard. Slowly I kissed my way up his outstanding, firm young body until I lay alongside him again. We kissed, snuggled and stroked each other for quarter of an hour as we shared our new found love for each other in a forbidden mother and son way. Surprisingly his cock had become hard again between our bodies and Andy reached up start fondling my tits again. I gently pushed him back into the sheets. "Mum?" he asked questioningly. "No, enough for one night," I said firmly. Andy looked puzzled, "You mean we can do this again?" I smiled, "If Mike has enjoyed his first night at gun club then maybe we can do this again next week." "Seriously?" he questioned. "If Mike enjoys shooting, then there is no reason why we can't enjoy some shooting of our own," I grinned in response. "Mum, I would love to shoot all over your tits........... now?" he sighed questioningly. "Next week you can if Mike goes to gun club, but not before then," I instructed. "But what about Toby?" he asked. "He would probably enjoy fucking me as you came over my tits," I teased. "Serious? ........ You mean both of us together?" he asked in amazement. Do you think he could keep it a secret from Mike if I stopped fucking him now?" I asked, "Anyway I think you two could learn new things from each other as you make love to me and fuck me senseless!" "WOW," he exclaimed in shock. "Now being very serious, I am now your mother, not your lover, do you understand?, I asked in a stern voice. "Yes mum," he answered. "There will be no kissing, no groping, not even a knowing smile .... Do you understand?" Yes mum," he answered again. I kissed his cheek, "Goodnight son, now go to bed," I instructed. Reluctantly he climbed out of my bed, picked up his shed boxers & pulled them up over his hard on and headed for the bedroom door. Just as he reached the door I asked "Why were you home early tonight?" "There was a power cut at the service station." "Goodnight son." "Goodnight mum," my son replied as he closed the door behind him. As I pulled the covers back over me and turned off the lamp, I thought about the most amazing night of my life so far. And I looked forward to encouraging Mike to return to the gun club next week.

Title: Chapter Eight by WannabeDragon Tags: Bathing, Dragon, Fanfiction, Firnen, Inheritance Cycle, Lesbian, Mating, NSFW, Saphira, Scalie, Sex, Yiff, byzil Saphira and Byzil awoke the next morning, feeling the warmth of the morning sun caress their sore bodies. They looked at each other lovingly and shared affectionate thoughts. Once they were done, Saphira stood up to stretch her limbs and noticed strings of their liquids sticking to each other's sacred regions. *"We should go bathe in the oasis."* Saphira said with a toothy grin. Byzil grinned back and stood up. They padded their way to the water source, brushing their scales amongst the luscious plant life. They arrived momentarily to the glistening water source. Saphira started to walk into the surprisingly brisk water, and while she did she flaunted her hind end for Byzil. Byzil grinned and walked in after her, knowing fully well what will happen next. The small water source was just big enough for the two of them, rising above their shoulders and wide enough for both of them to fit. Their scales glistened like crystals when their hide was dampened. Saphira submerged her head under the water and positioned her snout between Byzil's legs. She started licking all around Byzil's sacred region to clean her sticky light blue scales. Byzil hummed with pleasure as she reached her paws to Saphira's sacred region and began to rub it. Their liquid dripped out into the water as they started to produce more. Saphira spread her leg upwards and gave Byzil access so she could use her tongue. She rested her foot on Byzil's back and gently clenched her toes to keep balance. Soon they were roaring and grunting as their juices flowed through the water. Saphira knew Byzil was close so she quickly took a breath of air and put her head back down to Byzil's vagina to shove her tongue deep into Byzil, tasting her richest juices. Saphira could feel the warmth of Byzil's inner body embrace her tongue. Byzil climaxed and squirted her juices around Saphira's tongue and into the water. Byzil did the same to Saphira, and Saphira also climaxed into the water. Byzil then lied down with her neck and head sticking out of the water. Saphira lied on top of her and began to kiss her. They rubbed their bodies and paws all over each other to rub clean any grime. Saphira began to lick and nibble of over Byzil's body as their vaginas touched. Byzil squirmed as Saphira licked her sensitive regions. Eventually, Saphira made her way back to Byzil's neck and nibbled on it passionately. Saphira and Byzil embraced and started to kiss again, but, their kiss was cut short when a green-scaled dragon made his way into their sanctum. Saphira's face immediately turned into a snarl as she broke her embrace and leaped out of the water into a crouched attack position on the fertile ground. *"What are you doing here."* Saphira growled to Firnen. Embarrassed, Byzil quickly rolled over and removed herself from the water also. She nervously stood behind Saphira. "*Saphira..."* Firnen said softly as he deposited a deer to the side. He had brought the deer as an apology, as was a custom among dragons. Firnen tried to say more, but Saphira's cold stare intimidated him otherwise. "*You ought to leave."* Saphira said sternly with her claws digging into the ground. With his head down, Firnen said, *"Saphira, I am... sorry. I- I am at a loss for words of how I feel about..."* Firnen paused and glanced up at Saphira. "*us... other than regret and sorrow. Is there any way I can sedate your rage?"* It took Saphira a split-second to reply, *"Leave us."* Firnen's facial features showed hurt and emotional agony as he looked at Saphira. His head was tilted halfway down, weighing heavily from his emotions. *"Saph-"* "*You overgrown green lizard, I said leave! Get it through your thick skull, I do not wish to see you ever again. What you did is unspeakable and could have exterminated our race!."* Crystal clear tears began to roll down both Saphira and Firnen's face. Saphira turned her head away towards Byzil. She received a comforting presence from Byzil as she nudged her snout against Saphira's. "*Wh- What do you mean?"* Firnen questioned. Saphira looked back at Firnen, staring deeply into his emerald eyes. *"You don't know what you did, do you?"* Saphira waited several long seconds for a reply before continuing, *"Your 'stunt' made me sterile. I haven't been able to produce eggs since that night... If it wasn't for the eggs we had found, you would have ended our race. Neither Eragon or the elves could heal me."* Byzil looked at Saphira with the utmost concern. Byzil comforted her more, now with a deeper understanding of Saphira, but why did she hide that from her? Firnen now understood the hatred that lied within Saphira's broken heart. *"I- I jus- I didn't know."* Firnen turned his body around with his hind-end facing them and put his head down. "*Your hurt me more mentally than you did physically. I want nothing to do with you ever again. Please Firnen, do not make this harder than it has to be."* Saphira felt a small amount of sympathy towards her ex-lover, but she had moved on. *"Even if I forgave you, I am with Byzil now, and she is my mate. Nothing can or will tear us apart."* *\* \* \** Her final words fused itself into Firnen's mind as he flew away. His mind began twisting everything that had just occurred into lies. He did not want to accept his loss, or that Saphira hated him. *She still loves me, but that white dragoness is forcing her away from me. I have to help Saphira, so we can be together again.* Plans and ideas began to formulate into his mind as he glided back down onto the opposite side of the large oasis. *Saphira will be mine.*

Title: Sacrifice by Bjorn Tags: Action, Death, Feline, Horse, No-Yiff, Sheep, Steam Punk With a snort of surprise, he sat up, shaking his eyes free of sleep. The echoes of some thunderous crash resounded about his cabin, the soft lights flickered, and the floor vibrated gently. He glanced down at the mess of writings and novels atop the desk and stood up, stretching sorely, looking about him in confusion. He had fallen asleep at his desk again, still fully clothed. He slipped on his shoes and walked to the corridor, pulling the door back. One other creature was already there, a tall black panther. He was walking briskly to the stairwell, and looked back at the fellow panther in confusion and panic. He gestured to the stairway, indicating his path. More creatures were entering now, a pair of rabbits at the far end opening their door, and following the black panther up the stairwell rapidly, close on his heels. A dog and a tiger also emerged, looking at the pale fur of the clothed panther, most of the others in various states of undress. He shrugged, and began to hurry off, following the fellow black feline, his own lighter fur reflecting the soft glow of the amber lighting in the panelled simplicity of the corridor. He turned onto the stairwell, the trio up front already at the top, and gaped for a moment. The left wall of the flight was bent inward, like some grotesque bulging stomach, splinters scattered on the stair's rough carpet. As he jogged past the protrusion, he stared at it, frowning. He reached the top of the dim flight and pushed the metal door open, stepping out onto the deck. He saw the three from below, the white fur of the lapines contrasting with the midnight frame of the feline, hurrying off into the dark alleyways of the huge metal containers that covered the deck forward of the bridge. For a moment he was going to call out to them, but looking left, he stopped, and stared. The bridge, its tall shape normally proud and forward-facing, had been utterly crushed. The fine metalwork, the only real beauty on the entirety of the Hauler's Engine was bent inward, beneath the monstrous form of the rear tether mast. Foggy cloud partially obscured the scene, but somehow, the mast had fallen, backward, landing on the bridge. He heard a gasp as another soul joined him, watching the ruin in mute panic. From its normal four-storey height, the command deck was now a mere metre or so rose from the deck, its entire structure having collapsed downward like a house of cards. The scene was dark; the hanging lamps on the mast which usually lit the deck were broken, occasional sparks causing the wreck to leer out of the mist. "What the fuck happened..." The low voice of a Doberman rolled out, awed. More creatures were gathering now, a throng of those woken from their beds. Suddenly, a figure staggered from the rear end of the broken bridge, walking toward them, limping, out of the thin mist. The panther jogged forward to him, met with a wave and a shake of the head. "I'm fine." He wore a tattered crewman's uniform, small bloodstains and rips covering it. "Stay calm folks." His voice was forced, wheezing. The crowd huddled forward, voices beginning to rise. He waved his hands for quiet. "We need to evacuate the ship. The rear lifeboats are gone, I'm sorry; the mast took them with it. We need to get forward soon, everyone stay calm, and gather together. There're other crewmen just behind me." The huddle of creature's voices took on a panicked edge. Someone began to cry. Seemingly on cue, six others emerged from the door to the rear balcony of the ship. Two crewmen supported a passenger on their shoulders followed by two engineers, and one officer, golden belt torn strolled at the front, face calm. He walked briskly towards the crowd, hands spread; he spoke reassuringly. "Folks, we're going to be fine, my name's Terry Peterson, we are going to evacuate the ship, there's been some kind of accident. I want everyone lined out, can we get a headcount? Is there anyone left downstairs?" A human at the rear of the huddle spoke out. "No, I just checked, all the rooms are empty!" The officer nodded. "Alright then, everyone lining up please! In lines of six!" He motioned to the three crewmen, who began to walk forward, offering words of calm, handing blankets gleaned from the fire-stores to those few who were shivering. Despite the night, the air was warm, though dark, and the wind whistled under the spectral balloon above them. Calm begin to cover the passengers, the fright of before leaving them as they were counted. An avian crewman shouted out to the officer, standing stern at the front of the group; a tall husky with a set face. "Thirty-one sir! Six missing!" Came the avian's call. The pale panther looked forward with a frown and spoke up, the husky turning to look at him with a serious face. "I saw three heading forward before you arrived! A panther and two rabbits." The officer nodded. "That leaves three missing, we'll search as we go, come on let-" His words were silenced by a crash and a ‘thump', harsh orange light bursting like a dirty star across the huddle. Flames leapt up, and creatures jumped to the deck. The confusion washed over the pale panther as he covered his head, stumbling forward, seeking respite from the heat. He was knocked to the ground, sent spinning as a figure ran past him. He threw his vision upward and saw a group running, led by crewmen, pointing upward, to a broken walkway high above. He jumped up, and saw a horse, engulfed in dirty smoky flames, hurl himself from the far railing, into the night sky, screaming. Running forward, grabbing a discarded blanket, he thrust it onto a pool of flaming liquid that was coiling over the boards. Smoke gushed up and the officer was suddenly at his side, throwing another blanket, stamping at the fire. For an age, in the stinking smoke they battled, throwing buckets of sand and metal debris from the bridge onto the flames. At last, gasping, those who had tackled the blaze stood. The fire flickered out. Before any words could be exchanged, the world split in two. All were thrown down again, cries rolling up. A noise like the handclap of a giant cut the air, and more harsh light rained down. The panther rolled onto his back and looked up. Fire spat from the port side of the balloon, and the airship bucked fiercely. The walkway above swayed alarmingly, ropes swinging free. As the fire died, and the sound faded in his ears, he struggled to his feet. Tattered fabric, flaming, swayed through the breeze around them, the balloon's skin evidently pierced. All looked up, confused and fearful. "We need to get forward! Get everyone up!" The officer's voice was authoritative, the husky barking at the single crewman, an engineer, still with them. The group that had run off were nowhere to be seen. He pulled a gun of some kind from a box, and aimed it away to starboard, out into the starry night. With a whistling shriek a flare flew out into the dark, highlighting the husky's determined face in the rocket's red glare. As the crowd gathered, the officer firing three more signals; their red glows picking harsh ragged shadows across the deck, turning the frightened, defiant crowd into macabre art. He beckoned, and began to walk forward. With a crunch, the ship bucked. The engineer gazed back, horrified at the rear of the ship. "What's happening?!" The husky barked out at him. "The engines are going over... there's too much heat, too much pressure. I need to go back. But... Sir, the boys down there should be doing this, if they're not..." The husky glowered, gnashing his teeth in frustration. "Can't it be left?!" The engineer, a short pony, shook his head. The husky cursed and spoke again. "How many do you need?" The desolate equine spoke softly. "Three. If we can't cool it down, it's going to explode. There'll be no time to get off. At least someone who knows engines." He looked; face ashen, at the huddle. The panther stepped forward, immediately. A bitch, a collie, came forward at the same time. The officer gritted his jaw. "I'll come too. All of you need-" The panther cut him short, voice calm and soft. "No. You need to lead them; they're going to fall apart if you don't." He looked levelly at the frightened crowd. Another, a sheep this time, stepped out. "I don't know engines." He spoke quietly. The engineer nodded, and beckoned the three, who walked with him, lost, moving like ghosts; yet determined. The officer looked pained. "You don't have to go if you don't want to." The three looked at the husky's burning eyes. Their faces showed all he needed to know, and he nodded. "God bless your souls. All of you, come on, follow me!" The crowd hurried after him, moving confusedly toward hoped-for salvation, and the engineer quickly opened a small metal hatch in the deck, gesturing down. "Here we go. Follow on." They descended the thick-set ladder, into a glowing chamber, full of steam. The hatch clicked shut, and the cool night air was cut off. The feeling of entrapment settles like a spectre upon their shoulders. "My name's Peter. I'm the reserve engineer. I'll lay down what we're trying to do." They walked briskly along a cramped companionway, full of orange light, pipes leaking steam about them, arcane dials and wheels lining the walls. The panther, with a good knowledge of mechanics, understood some of the pieces, but by no means all. "That groan meant the engines are too hot. Heat means pressure, pressure means groaning. Leave them that way for too long, and they'll go up in flames. Take the ship with them. We need to let off that heat, and I have a few hunches as to what we need to do. The other engineers should be taking care of it... But for all I know they're not here." They came to a cramped stairwell and walked down, the walls shaking gently around them. The panther's fur was already slick with sweat. "I won't pretend to you lot. Someone's trying to bring the ship down, this isn't some accident. The mast was blown through, and we all saw the balloon go up. She'll hold onto air for a long time, but the Hauler's already sinking." The trio followed close, faces determined. "It's not far; the engines are just below us." The softly shaking floor confirmed the engineer's words. He pointed to another, small ladder, and began to descend. The volunteers kept on his heels, and they entered the fiery confusion of the engine chamber. On either side, huge shafts turned with greased thunders, steam rushed from thick vents and the glow of the ignition chamber far in front was enough to illuminate the entire space. They fanned out, looking across in awe, as Peter jogged down a step, beckoning them. "OK, those vents on the port side are closed; they need to be open, one of you get up to that panel on the walkway!" He pointed, and the female collie immediately began to jog up, clambering over the rusted steps, the harsh light picking out her frame. "Ok, you two head starboard, you can work an engine?" He looked at the panther. The pale feline nodded. The engineer spoke once more. "Ok, go and check the readouts, make sure all the pressures are ok, I'm sure they should be. Stay sharp." He ran to the port side, waving them off. The panther led the sheep, rapidly towards the side, his grip reassuring. The thunder of the groaning engines filling their ears. "Just go and look at the dials, in that corner. Tell me what's in the red zones." He gently pushed the sheep onward, and walked to the other console, checking rapidly. All of the needles rested comfortably, bar a few pressure gauges that ticked just over the danger lines. "There's one labelled ‘Second Chamber Pressure'! It's just into the red area!" The sheep called out over the roar of the mighty engines. The panther waved back, shaking his head. "That's fine, it's not too bad, I'm seeing it here too!" He looked at the panel and cranked the cooling vents to fully open on the shaft itself. Suddenly, he stumbled for the third time that night, and the roar of the engines increased tenfold. He wrenched his head around, to see fire gushing from the port shaft. The collie was gone. The walkway on which she had stood was all aflame, melting in the incredible heat that flooded the room. He struggled forward, seeing the engineer pushing desperately through the fire toward a lever. All was screaming and burning. Metal fell from the ceiling. The noise was incredible. Pushing forward, step by step, the engineer finally pulled the thick switch, and a great rush of coolant fell from tanks high above the shaft, with a furious hiss, spitting foam into the air. The fiery light dimmed, and the engine groaned to a halt, shaft bucking, the floor shaking enormously. The panther, fur singed, stinking, staggered over to the prone equine. Both coughed as the acrid smoke filled their lungs. The sheep was following, slowly, covered in soot and metallic splinters. The panther gripped the engineers shoulder. "Hey... Hey, you OK?" His voice was desperate. The engineer shook his head, eyes closed. His thick overalls were largely burnt through, and weeping wounds showed, livid, bleeding. He spluttered, blood hitting the metal floor. "Get the up-thrusters on. Get off the ship. It'll keep her up longer." His faced was screwed in pain, and he curled up. With a wracking cough, the panther shaking him softly, the horse died. The sheep approached, face expressionless. A desperate tear falling from his eyes, the panther looked up at him. "My name's David. He's dead." The sheep's voice was cold, shocked. The feline nodded back, burnt tail curling around his thigh. "I'm Kar. We have to get some more engines on, before we leave." He stood, coughing still. The smoke was thinning, the cooling port engine moaning gently, ticking and cracking. "Show me what to do." Kar nodded, and beckoned, jogging across the still hot floor towards the ignition chamber. He pointed to a lever on the right, and took the left lever for himself. The sheep gripped. "On my count. One. Two. Three." They yanked upward, and with a shudder, the sound of propellers became louder, as the landing thrusters, used to support the engine in an emergency, shifted into life. The entire chamber felt somehow unstable, bucking occasionally, and wisps of smoke still rose from floor panels, ominous creaks issuing from piping all around. "Come on David." He looked around, and spotted an EXIT marking. They jogged forward, unsteadily as the floor's movements became more violent. ‘Oh shit oh shit oh shit' Kar prayed, knowing something was wrong. As the jumped through the door, his fears were realised as with an explosive roar, fire gushed afresh, from the ignition chamber this time, flooding the room like liquid, burning their hair as the scrambled away. "WE CAN'T STOP IT! WE HAVE TO GO!" He yelled over the unending, invading noise, like a physical, constant blow. He half-pulled the trembling sheep up a flight of steps, nearly falling. Flickering lights swayed overhead, and steam and smoke filled the narrow space. The walls popped like burning corn, as the metal of the chamber expanded. They struggled on. Moving, clawing to life in the cramped, burning corridors, they pushed up, and finally they emerged, burnt, smoking, into a small foyer, smoke leaving it via a roof vent allowing them respite. Their progress was blocked. A heavy fire door closed the exit, and the metal foyer was a dead end. David sunk to the floor, shaking in exhaustion, as Kar pressed forward, examining the controls by the door. He hit a button and the door slid open, revealing a long corridor to the outside air, blocked by another door at its end. He hit another button, and the far door opened, but the door on their side closed. A dull, dreading realization washed over him as he carelessly tapped the buttons in turn, flapping doors taunting him. He stood David up, opened their door, and pushed him through. "Get off the ship." was all he said. The sheep watched him in wordlessness, knees trembling, shaking his head. Kar attempted to enter the corridor and jab at the button from within, but it was out of his reach, around a more than ninety degree bend. There were no controls in the corridor. He stepped back out, weeping gently, and pressed the switch, sealing himself inside; allowing David escape. The sheep, eyes glistening, rested his head against the thick, tiny glass window of the closed door. David looked up at him in wordless admiration, turned, and fled, into the night air. Kar slumped against the bulkhead, tears breaking the soot on his face. The heat rose steadily. He struggled to his feet and looked at the control boards lining the room. They offered no escape, only fuel and engine load controls. He looked at the fire door, and considering the flames beginning to encroach towards his space, made a sickening realization. The engines were going to explode, after the fire doors had failed. The bulkheads were nicknamed "Folders", he had been told, totally useless, serving only to waste effort, unable to resist the heat of a true engine fire. The explosion would tear the deck apart. The doors were designed to resist such an explosion and channel it backward, harmlessly away from the ship, but they would melt, far too early. Sweat coated his brow, but calmly, he walked to a panel and began to turn the fuel dials. He pumped the fuel lines, currently closed to prevent the fire's spreading, with a high air mix, and selected the fuel doors with their switched, glowing green indicators; like beautiful emeralds to his smoke-stung eyes. He put a bleeding hand to the ‘Open' switch, fingers flexing, and breathed slowly. He wished love to all he knew, and turned the warm brass key. His sacrificial flesh turned to ash, and his souls' light was obscured in the golden flames.

Title: A flower by polak702 Tags: Death, Flower, Love, M/F, polak702 A flower Nick was a very wealthy and brilliant man living in Chicago he was 6ft 5inches tall and weighted 265lbs. he put fear in to peoples eyes and minds for what he did. Lets start from the beginning it was 1896 and Nick was 23 years old and just getting his fortune by inventing methods for construction, surgery and mining he got richer every day but he never became happier. Two years later when he was walking out of the bank he bumped in to Rose. She was the most beautiful woman he ever saw. She was 5ft 6inches, had golden flowing heir, eyes that sparkled in the light, a smile that light up the night sky and a voice that could make a man melt. When they both looked in to each other's eyes they both fell in love and nothing could separate them. He always told her how much he loved her and all the things he would do for her. She never asked for anything except just for him to be there for her. He always felt like she deserved more so he always made sure she had everything she wanted. She loved flowers and everything they stood for. Every day she walked in to her small apartment and wondered what new flower he filled the small apartment with. She loved how hard he tried to show her he loved her. She always told him how much she loved him and every day she would ask him why he put all those flowers in her apartment and she told him he did not have too because she knew he loved her and she loved him and that would never change. He answered the question only once and that was after a month. He said "I love you and you are the most beautiful person in the world and I'm only showing you that a room of flowers could never be even half as beautiful as you are" then he pulled a box that he hid under the table beside them. With the box in his hand he knelled on one knee and opened it inside was a beautiful probably the most beautiful flower in the world with a gorgeous diamond ring around the stem but all she saw was the flower. Nick said "I made this flower for you in my lab I did my best to make it as beautiful as you but it is impossible but with this flower and ring will you make me the luckiest guy in the world and merry me?" She stood in front of him speechless and smiling. He knew what that meant. He slid the ring on her finger and two days got married. He did not stop showing her that she was never taken for granted. One day he took her to a beautiful mansion it was not the biggest; not even close but it was the most beautiful with the biggest garden full of flowers, trees and bushes. She was amazed at it all "who would have made this it is so beautiful" He smiled "you like it?" "Yes I have never seen anything like it. Who lives here?" He looked her in the eyes and with a huge smile on his face and said "you do" She looked at him like he was crazy "what?" He was still smiling "it's all yours just like me" he gave her a big kiss "I built it with my own two hands and I filled it with the best hand crafted furniture". They both moved in that day. Everything was perfect. One day he left for a business meeting with a new coal company who wanted the best way to start mining. It was May 7/1920 10:27pm it was raining when he walked in to that silent house he only heard the rain. He walked to the kitchen and saw a book about flowers he smiled and went to the stove and poured himself a cup of home grown tea and walked to the table and looked at the book and all the things she underlined. His smile got bigger and bigger. Then he heard something fall upstairs he got up and walked to the stairs he walked right past the hand painted picture of his beautiful love on the wall and went up to the second floor. He saw that the light was on in there bedroom. He entered. What he saw was horrifying a man standing over a bloody body of a woman. The man did see him when as he stuck a knife into the woman. Nick stood in the doorway looking at the horror in front of him. Tears rolled down his face as the image of this sunk in deeper and deeper the image of his beautiful wife was replaced with blind anger. He picked up a piece of glass from the broken mirror that was on the wall. He walked up to the monster on top of a bloody corpse the piece of glass cutting in to his hand as he skewered it from anger. He picked up his bloody hand and stuck the bloody piece of glass into the man's back. The man screamed with pain and fell off the blood covered bed where Roses bloody body was laying on. Nick walked past the injured man on the ground and walked to Rose he burst in to tears as he started remembering how she would pick flowers and smile at him how it made him feel when he saw her every day. He kneeled beside her and said "I love you and always will. God made a beautiful angel and tried to make the world as good as you but not even could do it" the tears flowed from his eyes "I love you. Good bye my only love" his eyes full of tears he turned to the man trying to crawl away. Nick got off his knees and walked toward the man on the ground "you killed her you killed an angel" in a harsh and angry voice. The man pulled a six shooter from his pocket ands with a smile on his face fired. Nick was hit two times in the chest and once in the arm. Nick did not even make a sound he just walked closer to the man when he got close enough he pulled the piece of glass from the man's back. The man wailed in pain Nick stood in front of him with an angry look. The man said with terrible pain and fear in his voice "please have mercy" Nick smiled and said "god gives mercy" Nick gave out a chuckle "but I don't!" and with the piece of glass held tightly in his hand sliced the man across the face. The man rolled around screaming in terrible pain. Nick smiled more with every second the man was in pain for hours Nick tortured the man in the house after he finally killed him he went to the bathroom and cleaned the blood off and stitched himself up. When he looked in the mirror that was in the bathroom he did not see the man who he used to be a gentle, nice and forgiving man now he saw a poor man a man with nothing. His eyes were no longer bright and full of love they were dull and full of hatred for the world that took Rose from him. He took the man's body and buried it in the backyard where he built his lab. He took Roses body and cremated it he put the ashes into a 24keret earn and placed it on the table in the front of her portrait that look out of a big bay window. Nick cleaned the house there was not one trace of what happened in it. He locked the windows and doors and never stepped a foot in to the house he built for her again. He looked out at the world the he going to terrify and destroy for what happened. For the next 12 years he had two new victims every week. Missing posters filled the streets and bodies filled Nicks backyard. The police could not ignore it anymore it was 12 years since the first person went missing they hat to act. They searched every neighborhood until they got to a big house that looked like it was not touched in years. The officers knocked on the front door but no answer they went to the back one of the officers tripped on what he thought was a rock. He yelled out for backup the other officers ran to help and in front of them a skull lying on the ground. From nowhere Nick appeared with a bloody hatchet in his hand that had 12 years of blood on the blade "what are you doing on my property?" one of the officers turned and saw the bloody hatchet. The cop reached for his side arm but Nick was to fast and stuck the blade in to the cop's neck then went after the rest of the officers. Not one could hit Nick in no time the hatchet had a fresh coat of blood the blood from seven officers of the law. When the officers did not call in on the progress the chief of police called more officers to the last place the seven officers went to. More and more officers went to the property that belonged to Nick when they arrived they saw three police cruisers in flames and like a ghost Nick with the hatchet started attacking officers right and left but there were around 20 officers this time he could not keep up and then shouts rang out as six rounds entered this body. Nick dropped to his knees then four more rounds entered his back and two ripping right through his body. He dropped on to the grass face first slowly the remaining six officers surrounded him and just stood there as him lay dying. With his last moments of life were passing bye he said something that he used to say every day "I love you Rose my precious love my whole world" the images of here came back in to his mind tears rolled down his face "I love you so much and I will never stop" his life fading "I promise" the last thing he saw was a flower. It was the same flower that he had and proposed with. The most beautiful flower in the world and the only one of it's kind. Just like she was. He finally closed his eyes and died in the garden were she spent all her time. In death he will always be feared for what he did. L.S

Another morning, another series of half-muffled moans once Genevieve’s brain registered that her nipples were being pressed against the ceiling with nearly enough strength to push through it; not that she could see it, courtesy of her lips blocking the view, but it was hard to ignore the constant flood of sensory feedback making her feel like she was about to burst at any given moment. The solution wasn’t any better either; not much she could do apart from roll onto her side and hope that she didn’t crack the wall open again. Honestly, the big cat had no clue why she kept ordering the damned thing to be repaired as opposed to just leaving it down; really, she had no clue why she did a lot of the things she did, mostly because her brain was too busy forgetting about having done them in the first place for the Meowth to really consider them for any long period of time. Such was her life, that most of her days could be spent in a half-stupor where she went about with her daily routine mostly on auto-pilot, thinking about whatever random topic came to mind (if any did; wouldn’t be the first time the feline spent an entire day with her head devoid of any complex thoughts) and instantly forgetting about both them and whatever it was she’d been doing just moments prior. This caused some issues with her living arrangement, as for whatever reason the giantess hadn’t yet moved into housing that was actually designed to deal with people of her size, despite the insistence of her manager and employers; the company she modelled for did, after all, have a vested interest in keeping their biggest moneymaker in the best possible physical and mental state, to the point where they were often accused by their shareholders of outright pampering the Meowth, but could one really blame them? For the team tasked with dealing with the airhead, the thought that someone like her could live in a place like she did was something hard to parse, downright bizarre whenever anyone tried to really analyze it; when Genevieve first showed up for an audition, wearing nothing but a badly-stretched tarp that did very little to cover her bulging nipples, everyone assumed that she must have been living in government-assisted hyper housing for most of her life, on account of her… well, everything. Standing at a good nine foot tall, there just wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t egregiously oversized to some degree or another: from tits being so unbelievably colossal that the nipples alones were enough to fully plug doorframes, thighs so wide they could compete with couches, to an ass that somehow, against all odds, managed to outsize everything else combined, the outrageous curves were further augmented by some truly fascinating extra touches, such as her paws looking more like over-inflated beachballs (and being about as useful as one when trying to pick things up) and her face being near-constantly hidden behind a pair of plump lips that looked like they’d been filled with a hose for half an hour and then left there without draining (the drool, too, certainly didn’t help). Talking to Genevieve was practically impossible as well; whatever words managed to escape from behind the tire-sized smoochers she had on her were inevitably something to do with her wanting to show off how big she was, that apparently being her sole motivation for having come to the try-outs for the company’s newest position for a glamour model. Anything else, no matter how trivial the topic, seemed to elicit a reaction that was equal parts confusion and annoyance, with the Meowth expressing how little she cared by staring down at whoever was talking to her and trying to steer the conversation back to how big she was and how good it felt and how much she wanted to share that with the world. There were plenty of questions asked of her, very few of which she answered, but despite it all, upper management just couldn’t let go of an opportunity like that; Genevieve was, ultimately, gigantic, and in quite an exotic fashion at that, and seeing as no one had ever heard of her before that day, it’d be something beyond wasteful to not sign her up, even if it was obvious that trying to manage her would be a nightmare. It was only then that they found out the Meowth was still living in her old apartment, which she insisted was perfectly fine, as she had “always fit” and never had any issues with before; apparently, at least according to her, the curves that got her the modelling contract were a relatively recent development, having “grown in” about two years prior. During the transition period, she (again, allegedly) simply learned to live with them and carry on with her life as normal, even when she became too big to leave the house without breaking through the front door, or when she was fired from her job for showing up without any clothes on. It was perplexing how she spoke of these things in the most normal tone one could imagine, as if having one’s life turned upside down by an inexplicable growth spurt was just something that happened every other day, and was little more than a minor inconvenience; it turned even more confusing when her assigned manager visited her place and found that it was a mess, covered in dents, scratches and ripped-up portions of drywall from all the impacts it had suffered over the previous two years, not to mention how, whenever Genevieve cleaned anything, she was sure to break or dirty up something else. It wasn’t so bad as to be unlivable, but after two years of withstanding someone like her, the Meowth’s apartment looked as if it was midway through a renovation, even if its owner seemed entirely unaware of this. Efforts to get her to move didn’t work either; despite explaining how hyper-accessible housing was provided at full coverage by the government, and how she could even apply for subsidies thanks to her particular sizes making it difficult for her to coordinate her daily life, Genevieve was adamant that she “didn’t need” to move. As far as she was concerned, or at least as far as she was willing to talk about it, her house was perfectly fine the way it was, and anyone saying otherwise would be duly ignored and then replied to with the same-old retort: “When next shoot?” Three words that the feline had learned to speak clearly through her immense lips, three words which had become the backbone of her entire motivation; whatever else was going on inside that empty head of hers, there was one thing that her manager and caretaker team could be certain of, and that was her sheer, unbridled excitement at getting in front of a camera and showing off her body to the world. The cat clearly derived a great deal of pleasure from it, and not all of it entirely innocent; more than once, she had to be reminded to keep her hands away from between her legs during work hours, which often led to her pouting and asking to take a short break so she could do things which she liked to describe in very graphic terms. At times, this was brazen enough that the photography team wondered whether it was being done on purpose; though the size of her lips made it hard to tell, some swore that they saw the giantess smirk during these moments, as if she was deriving some sick sense of enjoyment out of making everyone’s faces blush a bright red with how indecently she was acting, or how openly she discussed pleasuring herself. Others insisted such a notion was ridiculous… mostly because they believed Genevieve to be as airheaded as she appeared to be at first glance; what other explanation could there be for her living for two years in an apartment that didn’t fit her when she had a much better option available literally for free? Surely this couldn’t be the work of someone clever enough to manipulate all of them into a false sense of security… surely. It didn’t help that the photoshoots themselves had a tendency of causing lasting effects on the Meowth’s body; while initially no one had noticed the changes, a few shoots in the folks responsible for getting the cat’s clothes on began to notice that the pieces they were given had gotten suspiciously tight and difficult to put on and remove. Initially, the team suspected that Genevieve had been wasting her newfound source of income on gorging herself with unhealthy food; it’d certainly make sense for her to do that after being specifically told not to. Instead, closer examination revealed that she wasn’t growing fatter as much as just bigger, with all of her curves being accentuated at about the same rate as she was gaining extra height. The effect was small, but it was there, and it was going to keep compounding over time unless something was done about it; quite fortunately, the people in charge of making the important decisions in the company hierarchy had caught wind of this particular nugget of information, and in sharp contrast to the low-key panic and apprehension that Genevieve’s agent and caretaker team were constantly feeling, the suits in the offices far away from any actual trouble figured that this would be a perfect business opportunity. Hypers like the Meowth were rare, especially those who combined so many disparate features into a single package, and those who could grow further after stabilizing post-second puberty were rarer still, turning Genevieve into a once-in-a-lifetime genetic lottery winner that would most likely not be seen for a couple of generations, if not even more. For the modelling company not to take advantage of this would be an objectively unsound business decision, even if there was a significant risk of it backfiring; it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that their potentially highest-grossing model would end up so buried underneath their own curves that they could no longer perform their job adequately, or that their minds would break from the constant flood of sensory feedback as a result of their bodies becoming increasingly more sensitive. Genevieve herself was already teetering on the edge of this, with every motion of hers seemingly bringing enough sexual arousal that she just had to let the whole world know, so to push it further would be to play with fire; yet, despite this, the executives looking at sales charts and market projections decided that it would be worth the risk, against the indications of the people actually working with the Meowth, and ordered the team the find new ways of both exploiting the mini-giantess’ expanding body… and figuring out new methods to force it to grow further. The former was easy as piss, all things considered; the only thing needed was a change to the marketing campaigns so everyone would know what their favourite model’s body was capable of, with word of mouth taking care of the rest. There was literally no point in going any further than this, as within a few short days of the first press release being made, the email address set up for Genevieve’s followers to send in their fanmail had to be temporarily shut down just so the interns could deal with the immense backlog of horribly horned-up folks with more hormones than functioning brain cells. Cursory searches revealed that entire blogs and forums had been set up to “track” the Meowth’s progress, hoping to establish a timeline of her growth in order to both create projections for the future and, in some more obscure parts of the internet, provide inspiration for works of art that were best left unthought of. No one in the team assigned to Genevieve even wanted to think about what they’d find if they dug deeper still, seeing as they all knew exactly what that would be; they weren’t idiots, they knew precisely what sort of clientele they attracted when they sold photoshoots of someone like her, leaving them in the rather uncomfortable position of having to rationalize away the the realization that they were effectively distributing pornography, just without the label attached. It’d be a lot easier if Genevieve herself wasn’t so horribly enthusiastic about it as well; rather than be surprised or even shocked at how many people so eagerly accepted the news of her continuous growth, or even the fact that she was growing at all, the Meowth instead took the news with… something new. It wasn’t the same sort of mindless glee that accompanied her whenever she was on a photoshoot, nor the apathy she displayed when asked questions that didn’t have to do with her size; rather, it was a manic sort of energy that no one around her had ever seen before, one that occasionally spilled over in ways that led to most of the caretaker team suspecting they’d been played from the start. As soon as it became clear that Genevieve’s growth was indeed happening, the giantess’ mind sharpened suspiciously quickly, with her suddenly being capable of focusing on more than one topic at a time (and even then, literally only one topic), her choice of vocabulary growing wider, and her willingness to openly tease others becoming even more unbearable for those around her. Overall, she felt more “present”, for lack of a better word, lending credence to the suspicion that the entire “brainless beauty” thing had been an act, a way for her to get into the good graces of the modelling company’s upper staff as a (presumably) easily manipulated pawn, only to then turn around and reveal herself to have been far more in control than anyone ever believed. Yet, at the same time, most of her behavior was still the same it had always been: interminably horny, constantly trying to find openings in which to fondle and pleasure herself, the incessant chatting about how big her tits were, or how fat her ass happened to be; the only difference was that, after being informed of her growth issue, Genevieve added that onto the mix, occasionally spending hours at a time whining about how she wanted to grow bigger but didn’t know how. Therein lay the issue, because the only way the team assigned to her knew how to expand the cat’s body was to put her in front of a camera and let her do her thing; no one knew why that worked, much less the how, but the method itself always seemed to have results. The issue, of course, being that they then had to justify the expenses of a photoshoot when there was no real need for one… or, at the very least, they’d need to find some way of recouping their loss with the material they created; a dangerous line of thinking, considering the few options they had for a large amount of photographs of someone like Genevieve, not made any easier when someone accidentally mentioned it within earshot of her and the Meowth immediately latched onto the idea of “leaking” pics of herself, a choice of words that was at once more verbose and far more calculated than anything the feline had ever had come out of her mouth before. Ultimately, however, the team’s hands were tied; they had a solution they could use, and with their superiors breathing down on their necks, they quickly ran out of excuses not to put it to use, even when they knew the expenses reports would come to bite them in the ass later. Photoshoots were scheduled, far more than required, significantly more than were justified even with Genevieve’s relative popularity with the public, purely for the sake of getting her body to stretch out and bloat even further; the clothing department had their work cut out for them trying to keep up with the demands, especially once the team started to give up trying to resist the inevitable and put in orders for increasingly skimpier wear, precisely to exploit the growth situation they had on their hands. Meanwhile, the Meowth was beside herself with joy; whether it be because this was the endstate for the long game she had been playing for months, or just because she got to watch herself become even bigger, no one could really tell, mostly because, after a certain point, the cat’s face became fully buried by a set of lips that approached the size of large truck tires… each. The slobbering made it obvious just how much the big cat was enjoying herself though, doubly so whenever her effectively-useless hands were brought up to massage those smoochers and just ended up making them plump up even harder, creating thin lines of drool that fell constantly down the Meowth’s body. Add to that the continuous expansion of her bust, which had reached such an absurd state that each nipple alone, despite being miniscule compared to the breast they capped, was still bigger than a full-sized couch, or even her ass, which had fattened up to the point where it could probably fill half a regular bedroom all on its own. It was impossible for Genevieve to be indoors anymore, and more often than not she had to be carried over between shoot locations in a long-haul truck just to get around logistical difficulties; at the very least, the team got her out of her apartment, even if it was because nothing short of hyper-assisted housing could even so much as fit her anymore. All the while, the Meowth herself was locked in an endless state of bliss unlike any she’d experienced before. Really, it was worth the trouble, worth the months of intensive labour and deception; if not for those, she wouldn’t have been granted what was, in essence, her personal paradise with a paycheck on top. Still, there was so much more ground to cover. She was still mobile, after all.

Title: A Beginner's Guide to Spanking Her Tags: bdsm, spanking, d/s, s&m, m/s A Beginners Guide to Spanking her... (Second in the series for BDSM Beginners) *{Editorial note: I do not mean to insult A/anyone, but for simplicity for the beginner I did not follow the proper capitalization rules.}* In the first part of this series I talked about the founding principle of BDSM: Safe, Sane, and Consensual. I don't think enough can be said about the importance of each of these three areas. For those of you who did not read the first part, I will cover it here one more time because of how important it is to both the beginner and the experienced BDSM practitioner. Safety is the first leg of the BDSM three legged stool, if you'll permit the analogy. Safety first, second, third and always is the only way to truly enjoy BDSM to the fullest. That sounds strange doesn't it? Isn't BDSM about taking absolute control? Isn't BDSM about Bondage and Dominance? Isn't the S in BDSM stand for sadism, which means to take pleasure in inflicting pain? Isn't the M about masochism, or the enjoyment of receiving pain? Well, the answer to all those questions is; yeah, but! The BDSM lifestyle that we practice at home is a loving relationship that has the basis on the clearest of understandings. I dominate her, because she needs to submit to feel complete, and I need to have loving control so that I too can be fulfilled. One without the other is impossible, or better said it is not BDSM and can border on abuse and brutality at its worse. To the outside world [those who have only read the words, but not experienced the lifestyle] BDSM is the dark pictures they see on the magazines and the brutal pornographic images that sometimes are included in the movies. Just like a man can't leap over tall buildings, BDSMers do not brutally accost each other for the sake of the Sadism and Masochism traits they share. BDSM is about the open conversation about the fantasies, desires and needs as well as the enjoyment of dominating or being dominated and for both to heighten their erotic pleasure by the unique sensations they share with each other. The second leg of the three legged stool of BDSM is "sane". All play, no matter how extreme it seems to the viewer is done with an understanding that no [harm] will be done. The difference between pain and harm is very significant. Think of it this way, you may enjoy having your ass spanked [the thrill of the sharp sensation and the intimacy that accompanies it] but you would not enjoy being punched in the nose. Why? Simple, the blow to the cushioned fatty tissues on your buttock which is made for such abuse will cause no harm [no permanent damage]. However, when you are punched on the nose [even if you use the same force as on the buttock] you hit less than a millimeter of flesh and then you are applying direct force on soft cartilage and then directly on the bone. That same force is very likely to break something and cause injury. Harm is not BDSM, that's brutality and in no way accepted or condoned in the BDSM world. Sane also includes the fact that the dominant in the relationship is the one that while in control, also must assume many responsibilities for the safety of his submissive. This is not a one way street; it is in fact a very well balanced relationship between submissive and dominant. The dominant has to make sure that neither is under the influence of alcohol or mind, perhaps it would be better to call it perception, altering drugs. The dominant has to be able to focus all his attention on the submissive and have a clear understanding of how close she is to her limits. His reaction time must be at its sharpest to ensure that if the situation gets out of control he can slow it down or stop it in a heartbeat. That can be the difference between pain and harm. The third leg of the BDSM stool is consensual behavior. Neither party gives *cart blanche* to the other. The importance of communication, communication and yes more communication cannot be emphasized enough in here. Long conversations need to take place between the dominant and the submissive to ensure that the scene is clearly laid out and that both know what the limits are and where they can and where they cannot be pushed. Dominants ask questions and make sure that you know exactly what's on the mind of the submissive. It is essential that you put her at ease and that she is made to understand that in this type of conversation she is not topping from the bottom: a topic all on its own. Once you've resolved all the questions in your mind, as the dominant, you must take control of the situation. She craves to feel your loving control over her and will only put up a fight to the extent that it heightens her enjoyment of being taken over; more appropriately taken in hand. But, at the same time, you must keep in mind that you are doing this for your own enjoyment of taking her and letting her feel your hand landing upon her flesh just as the rest of you will at the end of the scene when you take her. The same thing applies here that applied in your first experience dominating her: *take your time*! There is no reason to rush through a scene. The moment can be prolonged and minutes made to feel much longer because your adrenaline and hers are fully taking over your brain and the rest of the chemistry in your body. Give her a set of instructions that make sense to you. In this article I'm going to give you some ideas, but in the end remember it is your scene, and NOT mine. Order her to go to her room and put on appropriate clothing. My own preference is a loose short skirt, no panties, no bra and a tight low cut top. I want her to feel the embrace of the clothing and I want the clothing not to interfere with my machinations as I spank her. Order her also to come back to you and to kneel before you. The kneeling position I enjoy the most is called NADU and it comes from the Gorean worlds. She is to kneel, legs spread apart and her ass resting on her heels. Make sure she's comfortable enough by providing her a soft spot for her knees. Her hair is to be put up so that it is out of your way. Her upturned palms are to lay on her thighs offering herself openly to you. Once she's kneeling before you, make a big production out of observing her. Ensure that she understands that you are gazing upon her body and that it belongs to you. Make minor adjustments to her position so that it pleases you most. Arrange her hair the best way for your ability to touch all her skin. At this point you want her to feel your domination and total control over the mood, because it is that same mood you are setting for the scene. The mind is what you wish to control; the body is the easy part. Enjoy the feel of her breast upon your hands; do not allow her to look up at you unless you explicitly give her instructions to do so. Again, you are working on the mood and you are helping her achieve the mind set of the submissive. Enjoy a long caress down her back, ending on what will be the target of your blows. Touch her as if your fingertips were as light a feather and do not allow her to squirm because you are tickling her. Don't yell at her, just simply and firmly say: Stop! Do not allow her to protest that she's being tickled and cannot help it. A submissive, just as much as a Dominant, has to be in control of herself first and foremost. She has to have searched her own mind and spirit and decided that she wishes to submit to you, and upon arriving at that depth of self understanding, and then she is ready to experience the fullness of submission. If she's failed to do this, take her through this journey of self awareness. There are no shortcuts in life, and neither are there any in BDSM. The dominant person takes on many responsibilities as I stated earlier. The development of her self awareness is one of the requisites for the job. Come on, it's no different than the soul searching you did when you realized that you had the potential of becoming a Top or a Dominant or even a Master. You spent hours thinking about it, what it meant to you and what would be expected of you, she has to reach the same point or you two are not in balance with each other. Take your hands and roam her body one more time: always taking the opportunity to correct her posture to please you most. Follow the center of her body down to her thighs and caress them. Tease her, endlessly! She is your willing toy at this point and actually expects you to use her. Caress the inside of her thighs, slapping them softly and telling her: Open! Be firm, but be nurturing at the same time. She's learning what pleases you, and learning what she enjoys at the same time. Part her lips gently, enjoy the unencumbered view and allow your fingers to penetrate her. See if she's wet enough to go to the next step. Your preparations are to bring her arousal to a nice wetness that signifies that her entire body is ready for you. Stay in this stage, or similar one, until you have her completely melting to your touch. Before you move to the next step, keep in mind that there are parts of her body that are made to take punishment, but there are many parts that are not. Examples of two areas you should stay away from are her spine (I know, you had figured that out on your own) and her lower back. Her lower back, and on the side of her spine is where her kidneys are. The kidneys are very sensitive and are also attached to the muscular tissue directly connected to her flesh. A blow to the lower side of her back and you are dangerously close to causing damage to the kidney and to the injuring her. Not a good idea. One more area, that I'm sure you figured out as you walked behind her, was her neck and her head. Don't strike a blow to either, they will cause harm. The last word of caution is her coccyx bone, or better known as her tail bone. A direct blow to it can cause the tip to break off and that is severe injury and pain. Now that you have surveyed your property and are certain she is fully aroused, place her in a position that will allow you to spank her comfortably. Remember, this is not a ten second spanking, this is a good workout and will last a fairly long time. Once you've put her in the position you want her in, and then warm her up a bit. Take her butt cheeks in your hand, cup them and squeeze them. The purpose is to get her mind ready, and to get the blood flowing nicely to her ass cheeks. Lightly tap them. Take your coat off, get comfortable, you'll be here a while. Get the lay of the land, so-to-speak. Feel her ass cheeks; make sure her legs are still parted because you want clear access to her lips. You will want to check her moisture level from time to time, and to allow her to vent some of the eroticism she's feeling by playing with her clit, and plunging a couple of fingers deep in her; allowing her the pleasure of your penetration. Continue for a while squeezing and lightly tapping her ass just to get a good feel. Did you remember to set up a safe word? I hope so, if you read the last article. But in case you've not here is a good time to discuss safe words. Pick a nice safe word, one that would not be a commonly used word in this situation. Stop, is a bad safe word. Ouch, as I remind my wife, is NOT a safe word. I do that to give her a second to decide if Ouch was truly Ouch, please stop, or simply enjoyment of a well delivered blow to her lovely ass. "Blue" could be a good safe word, if you both will listen for it, and both remember the meaning of it. In addition to a safe word, you also need to find a word or a motion that will let you know that she enjoyed a particular blow very much. A word that lets you know that you can spank her harder, or a word that means you hit a perfect spot, please remember it so that she may enjoy that feeling again. Are you getting the idea that this is a lot of responsibility for you as the dominant? Good, you are getting it right and you'll do well. You must work this entire scene and words (safe and forward) out ahead of time. Begin by delivering a few nice soft but firm blows. Look for the areas on her ass and thighs she enjoys the most, and give you the most pleasure. Remember the good spots, and make a mental note to come back to them. Test her later on with harder blows, or more rapid blows so that you get a general picture of both of your likes and dislikes. The force and frequency of your blows need to climb steadily. You should start soft and slow, and then a bit harder and than later a bit faster. Interchange slaps across her ass, with squeezing and caressing. Give her body time to fully enjoy the sharp sensation of the blow, and then the tenderness of your love for her. You are using her ass and thighs to work her out physically, mentally and emotionally. Don't be afraid to make her cry; she may need your spanking to release those emotions. Don't be afraid to hold her down in place as you deliver the spanking as long as she does not use her safe word; but at first you should remind her that squirming or ouch not even crying is a safe word. Make her feel reassured that you are watching for her safe word, but that you are going to take her to the edge and let her peek over and test the other side, until she uses her safe word. As you land blows keep in mind that too many blows in one place tend to get painful and no fun for either of you; unless you are doing it on purpose. You'll learn that it is not always painful if she is already worked up enough. In that case it is a lot of fun and you should not hesitate to do it. Otherwise, switch cheeks; slap the lower part of her ass right by her thighs with a little upper movement on the hand to cup the ass cheek. Let your fingers linger and then plunge them deep inside her. If she's wet, pump her a few times, then remove your fingers and deliver additional blows where you know you'll enjoy the most. Observe her carefully and she'll teach you where you will achieve the best results by slapping, how hard, how often and for how long. Submissive women are not door mats, they are very intelligent and very strong women who simply need to be taken in hand, to be made, by sheer dominant *will* not brutality, to feel their submission. Let your manliness come out, peel away the years of political correctness, wash them away and enjoy the power exchange you both share. It is like nothing else. As you do these scenes realize that the more you do them, the more you'll know and the further you can push her. Many women I've talked to tell me that their Tops at first did not push them far enough and that they needed to be taken up there so that they could release totally. Don't be afraid to let the scene last a long while; but always keep an eye on her to make sure her blood flow is not compromised and make sure her breathing is normal (normal for the emotions she's feeling). Her safety is in your hands and no one else's. Her mental and emotional state is yours to control, but it is also yours to observe. The deeper and deeper she goes into her submission she can get lost inside of herself, and now you have to take great care of her. Just as you took time to bring her to this level of release, you need to slowly bring her back down. This is when you have to be gentle with her and let her feel your presence and your continued control of her as she winds her way back down. Caressing and gentleness are the keys for after care of your girl. Afterwards talk about how she felt, what she was thinking, what she wanted to feel more of, and what she wanted to feel less of during the scene. If she's reluctant to be open with you, remind her that as your submissive her thoughts around a scene you've put together and delivered belong to you; both the good and the bad. Encourage her and reward her for open honest answers. This will only make your next scene far better than if you only had your thoughts and impressions to work from. *I encourage both Dominants as well as submissives to add to this posting by leaving comments describing your own feelings about spanking scenes that you've been involved in, and help the beginners gain a better perspective by the variety of thoughts. To allow my own thoughts and experiences to guide is not sufficient. A beginner is eager to learn from you and I humbly ask that you add your thoughts to mine. **Blessings to all of you and thank you for reading this article.***

Title: A Sister in Need by Almoryk Kane Tags: F/F, Gender Shifting, Heat, Hermaphrodite, Incest, Love, Passion, Transformation [WARNING: This story contains a love scene between two sisters. If you believe incest is wrong moraly this story is not for you. However for thoes that find furre incest to be a beautiful thing then your not alone. Mind your aim and your keyboared and enjoy \~Almory] A Sister in Need Fiera's ears perked up as she thought she could hear someone sobbing. She peeked her eyes over the counter of her usual spot under the bar just in time to see the blur of motion that was her sister run towards the private rooms. She couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. She truly did love her sister. She stretched her form out having recently woken up from a good nap and went to follow her sister. As Fiera hopped over the bar she noticed wet spots on the floor and as her keen nose picked up the scent she could only tell it was her sister. Now she was really worried. She was thankful she inherited most of her traits from her mother as she used her scent to follow the trail. Fiera was canine in appearance with a few traces of her "father" who was feline. Her short silky fur was definitely from her mother as well as the D cup breast. She has a mature shape and firm strong thighs. Down her front her fur was a pale violet that contrasted with her shoulder length hair. She wore simple clothing only a tank top and tight jeans so she could show off her form. She was unlike her sister who was half canine and half raptor. Even though they had come from different fathers she adored her older sister. Lupana had always been there to help her. Always wrapping her up in her long reptilian tail and snuggling her. Lupana was a perfect contrast of innocence and danger. With her razor sharp teeth, equally sharp talons, and fins along her arm let alone she could whip that tail around she was not one to mess with. She was a perfect mixed hybrid of her parents. Lupa's front was that of scale along with her inner thighs and the insides of her arm. The rest of her was short black fur that she inherited from her mother. This is exactly what Fiera saw as she was lead to the room which contained the pound area. Fiera could only gasp as she saw her sister desperately trying to relieve herself bathing her smoking form in the waterfall, the water cascading down her perky scaled breast while her talon gently stroked her wet lips. Her eyes were closed at the time but as her canine ears heard someone enter she could only blush as her yellow eyes fixated on the form of her sister. "Lupa?" Fiera asked cautiously closing and locking the door behind her as she made her way around the corners of the clean pound to make way to the solid grass to look towards her sister. Lupa could only whimper in response as she resumed fingering herself the water emitting steam as it hit her body. Fiera didn't need any further explanation as she new her sister was in heat. "Please..." Lupa gasped looking to her sister with need. Fiera was a bit reluctant at first as she was not particularly dominant. However Lupa had helped her out before when she was in heat. She could not just leave her sister like this. Fiera quickly removed her clothing slipping into the water slowly her hair and fur getting matted down by the liquid. She softly kissed her sisters lips as her paw began to stroke over her sex trying to get her to calm down. Lupa could only gasp and buck her hips against her sisters paw needing more. Fiera couldn't believe how hot Lupa's body was. She was practically burning up her scent over clouding her censes. Fiera couldn't help but stifle a moan as Lupa kissed her passionately as she would wiggle her fingers deeper into her sister Lupa returning the favor by lightly tracing her scaled tail against her damp crotch. Lupa began to run her talons over her sister's breast squeezing gently making Fiera coo out in pleasure. From the look of it she wasn't helping her sister much, only making it worse as Lupa's body increased in heat. "I need more Fiera..." she moaned trying to fit Fiera's paw into her soaked urging sex. Fiera's mind was clouded by lust that she couldn't concentrate fully. She shivered as she tried to use her tail to thrust into Lupana. Lupa could only click in pleasure as it tickled so much her body getting hotter. Fiera was too caught up in all the sensations coursing through her she only thrust deeper her wet tail helping a bit but not enough. Fiera tried everything hugging and groping her sister as she nibbled on her neck and continued to try and use her tail. However for Lupa it only tickled. "Fiera!" she pleaded grabbing her tail to stop her. "I'm sorry sis; I don't know what to do." She cried being so caught up in her scent that she was desperately trying to please her and please herself. "Do you still have mom's ring?" Lupa ask seeming desperate now as her sex needed to be filled. Fiera nods her head but then shakes it looking to her sister concerned. "But sis you're off the pill and you're in heat. What about Steve?" She new her sister was trying to get pregnant with her mate but as Lupa cried out in pain at the mention of Steve's name only making her more horny it didn't seem she have a choice. She took out the gold ring with the pink gem in it guiding her sister over to the grassy area so she could get a better hold on her. Fiera gasped in pleasure as she slipped the ring on the magic began to take its affect as a wave of heat encompassed her body. Both Fiera and Lupa cried in unison as the ring made a bulge formed right above Fiera's sex. In a matter of moments a large cock busted forth flopping atop of Lupa's stomach. Lupa murred and caressed the cock feeling a lot better already as she leaned over to lick the tip. Fiera couldn't stand it anymore. The scent, the pleasurably feeling of her new cock being rubbed, Lupa's sex just waiting to be filled, all this was building up and clouding her mind as she cried in anguish. She pounced at her sister pinning her down roughly before slipping her already wet cock into her sisters already soaked sex hilting into her quickly as a wet slap echoed around the room as their hips collided. Lupana screeched in pleasure as she held her sister tightly as Fiera began to thrust in and out of Lupa's wet cunt trying to go slowly, but as Lupa's tight walls clamped down and rippled against her member Fiera couldn't help herself. Fiera howled with pleasure and gripped her sister tightly her claws sinking into her shoulders but not hard enough to penetrate them. She bites down upon Lupa's neck like a mate should as she took her sister sweeping her away in a passionate mating. Lupana's screeching got higher and higher in pitch as her younger sister kept on pounding into her as her legs instinctively wrapped around Fiera's locking them together. Lupa couldn't believe the pleasure coursing through her body. As she looked to her sister she saw more of her lycan side coming out her muscles bulging slightly as she bit down hard upon her neck for moving making Lupa moan in submissiveness. "Oh Fiera I love you." She gasped as Fiera began to thrust all the harder the wet smacking sounds growing in frequency as well as Lupa's moans of pleasure. Fiera simply grunted as her hair got rougher around the edges taking on an almost feral look. Lupa began to squirm as she felt a bulge begin to form around the outer lips of her constantly dripping sex. The juices had matted Fiera's fur and smeared against her scales making them glisten. Fiera's thrusting had moved them more on the grass then in the water as Lupa's body was significantly cooler. Lupa could barley concentrate as her heat needed to be stated. Yet as the knot of Fiera's cock began to push more and more against her, swelling continually as her sex made audible plopping sounds each time the knot was pushed in and pulled out a sudden fear clicked in. She tried to squirm more only to be pushed into the soft grass harshly by her lust craved sister. She tried to cry out, tried to snap Fiera out of it but all she could manage to due was make weak whimpers and clicks of pleasure. She managed to say, "Oh Fiera....Fiera!" Yet her cries could not be heard as it was already too late. With a high pitched screech and a low howl the knot had slipped in locking them together. Lupa couldn't take it anymore as her tight tunnels pulsated and spasms as her orgasm was triggered a rush of her fluids flowing around her sister's trapped cock and lightly leaking out around the knot that spread her lips so loving. Fiera whimpered in pleasure as the feeling of her sisters orgasm rippled around her pulsating cock. After a few more thrust she finally gave in her cock spewing out a torment of cum as she howled lowly releasing her bite upon her sister's neck. Her tail wagged happily as she filled her sister's womb with her seed feeling her sister's tunnels squeeze out every last drop. As the passion and heat faded Fiera returned to normal except for the still twitched cock locked within her sister. It would be a while before the knot would deflate. As they panted together Fiera realized what had happened. She looked to her sister whimpering as she could feel the slight bulge she had made due to the amount of cum she had filled her sister's womb with. She nuzzled her sister whimpering as she tried to find the voice to apologize. She tried to ask what she had done. Yet she couldn't as Lupa locked her lips in a passionate kiss as her talons lightly stroked through her hair and down her sweat soaked body. Fiera could only return the kiss her paws lightly stroking her sister's sides as she mewled happily. No matter what happened or what might occur. She did truly love her sister as they passed out in a blissful sleep. [For thoes of you who actually know Lupana and Fiera on Furcadia this story is strictly fictional. They both have my permission to include them in this story. Not to say this story couldn't happen but it didn't. Thank you for reading \~Almoryk]

Sirit and Marna had a problem, in so far as two deities could really have problems at all. Though they were happy to tell anyone who asked that their decision to take a greater role in managing their realms had been the best one they had made to date, such a wondrous outcome hadn’t come without a cost, and in their case, said cost came fundamentally in the form of time; more accurately, the time they weren’t spending together, at least compared to the way things were beforehand. There used to be a time, back when the dragon and kitsune couple were happy to let their mortal planes sort themselves out, where their days were spent in rapturous pleasure, in a nigh-endless sexual congress that not only served to exacerbate their already-prodigious power and proportions, but spilled over into the many universes they were in charge of; in fact, it was this that led them to take a more active role in taking care of mortal affairs, if only so they could fix all the issues that came with their arousal “infecting” the lower levels of existence to such a point that other gods were starting to take notice, and they couldn’t exactly claim to be paragons and rulers to other deities if they let their own passion get in the way of eternal bliss for their subjects. Unfortunately, even their time wasn’t unlimited, and the more they became involved in actually paying attention to what was happening down below, the more the two top gods came to realize they had to cut back on their regular habits; no more going at it like a pair of bunnies in heat at least a dozen times per hour, if not more, no more growing out of control as a matter of fact, and certainly no more allowing their fluids to go anywhere but into the hellish pits where they could be burned off into steam and then used to keep the demons perpetually sated after the deluge condensed into milk and spunk rains. No, for the divine couple, there was naught but mundanity looming ahead, a far cry from their usual fare; nowadays, in between having to pay attention to the other gods in the pantheon, managing supplicants and worshippers, and even having to go so far as to answer a billion or so petitions every other week, Sirit and Marna found themselves in a position where, far from a dozen climaxes repeated every hour, they could occasionally barely find the time to be together a dozen times for the whole day. Admittedly, this was a sex life that was significantly more active than any other, godlike standards included, but to the kitsune and dragon, it might as well be nothing, which made the prospect of carrying on like that for the rest of eternity… less than pleasing. It didn’t help that traits that were previously used exclusively for their ability to arouse the other party to an insane degree were now turning against them: it was one thing for Sirit’s beard and chest hair to be so hirsute and fast-growing that the couple’s attending spirits had trouble even keeping the forest of fur stable, let alone trim it down, but when he was stuck at a desk listening to the same prayer for what felt like the trillionth time, all of that luscious body hair was effectively going to waste… and clogging up some much needed space for extra papers. For Marna, while it might’ve been enticing for her to be able to produce milk at such an astounding rate that she could easily feed the collective totality of her realms for centuries with naught but a minute’s production, nowadays she found herself having to divert so much of her delicious cream into drains and effluvia portals that it felt downright criminal. But, above all, their bodies, their perfect, exaggerated and overbloated forms, once used to celebrate their divinity in the most intimate way possible, were quite literally being wasted on bureaucratic work, work that left the both of them tired, occasionally cranky, and increasingly unable to find the pleasure needed to kickstart one of their marathon sessions. Both of them were acutely aware of the fact that, if they did nothing to stop this, they would very soon end up not having sex at all, which was not something either of them had any intention of allowing to happen; as top gods of the pantheon and as icons of fertility and virility both, it fell to them to demonstrate the raw power of their sexuality at every waking moment, especially when signing off on documents that had nothing to do with it, for they knew that the moment they faltered in this endeavour, there’d be a million different pretenders wanting to take their spot. Not that they’d be successful, but having to deal with a civil war would cut into their increasingly smaller amounts of time off, not to mention leave them so exhausted as to be unwilling to have sex more than three or four times a day, a pitifully low amount for the type of divinities that they were. Though it took them a while before they reached the point where they had to start finding solutions, once they did, neither of them looked any further than… well, they didn’t exactly want to say it, nor even think about it, for doing so meant summoning them, and they couldn’t exactly do it somewhere that had anyone else around. No, they had to refer to them in abstract terms, using monikers and nicknames that didn’t speak to their true nature, while openly fawning over the possibilities that would be open to the two of them when they gave themselves unto the forge and reshaped their forms into something better; it was an offer that had been made to them some time ago, back when the couple first spoke to them, but not one that either the dragon or kitsune believed they would ever have to take. In their hubris, they thought themselves perfect, above such things as needing “upgrades”, even when they were clearly far above them on the proverbial chain of divinity… at least in practice. It was still an open question how a being that was nominally not a god managed to reach that level of size and power, especially when they seemed to come out of nowhere and just inexplicably imposed themselves onto the metaverse at large, but this was something neither Sirit nor Marna wanted to think about; rather, they set about working extra hard for a couple of days, even forgoing their usual dozen or so liaisons, in order to clear out enough paperwork that they could afford to take a break from their management. Not too long that it would cause a backlog, but just long enough that they could put some distance between themselves and the rest of existence in general, for what they intended to do simply could not be done anywhere where it risked spilling into… anything, really. For what they intended to do was so magnificent, so beyond the scale at which things usually operated, that to even so much as think about it was to invite disaster upon their home, as their power began to fill the two gods even before the two of them got to speak with them. Preparations had to be made, and the proper rituals obeyed, though mostly for everyone else’s sake: in their case in particular, the kitsune and dragon couple transported themselves to somewhere far enough away from the nearest instance of reality, out in the vastness of not-being, that they could be certain they wouldn’t accidentally bump into a universe and snuff it out. It was a curious place to be in, given that there was quite literally nothing there, making it difficult for the two of them to keep their bearings even while relying on their divine senses; at the same time, it was precisely when they reached this point of utmost confusion that they knew they were in the right spot, and after making sure they had everything prepared and every eventuality planned for, they called forth… the Great One. ‘Twas an interesting name, and not one the Great One herself was particularly fond of (she much preferred Lily), but after spending aeons trying and failing to get others to stop calling her that, the Arcanine had more or less given up trying; if even the top gods of the pantheon insisted on paying deference to her, there wasn’t a lot that she could do. Most of the time, she was content in just existing out in the fringes of existence, taking care not to bump into anything lest she accidentally subsume a couple million multiversal clusters into a fraction of a section of a single paw, or have one of the droplets of milk eternally falling from her nipples accidentally find its way into flooding the totally of supra-existence. It wasn’t all that lonely though, given that the Arcanine had access to effectively the sum total of all entertainment that ever was or could be, along with a couple of sneak peeks at alternate timelines where her alter-selves lived in similar, yet distinct conditions, keeping her well and truly busy and without even the smallest instant of boredom. At the same time, she always made sure to keep her eye out for whenever anyone wanted to take her up on her offer, one that she made sure to extend not just to the pantheon of gods that ruled over the metaverse, but to pretty much everyone she managed to get in contact with, which was admittedly a relatively small number compared to the amount of extant souls still flickering in the vast expanse that resided atop her snout. Really, sometimes she’d blink and the whole thing would be a completely different shape, with entirely different gods, and so many histories spent in that short amount of time where her eyes were closed that Lily could barely recognize it for what it was, a state of existence that, while difficult to get used to at first, she had eventually learned to love for the unique experiences it provided. After all, just as time could go by in a flash, so too could she focus and observe every second, every individual moment in the span of a handful of instants, or perhaps stand back and watch as a single universe went from birth to end, or anything between and without; whenever she was actually summoned, pulled from her ethereal state into a more physical form, she made sure to present herself in the most convenient manner possible, as the Arcanine was keenly aware that her true shape ran a significant risk of making other people go loopy from overexposure, even top gods such as the tiny little durg and the many-tailed fox beside him. Lily recognized them as the current heads of the metaversal pantheon, the same ones who’d been having some trouble with their love life, and almost instantly picked up on what they wanted her to do; that said, she figured it was best to let them say it themselves, and as such gave them all the time they needed to process her figure before speaking up. Easier said than done, given the sort of body that the Arcanine had. At its simplest, it was divided into two sections, with a tauric torso making up the vast majority of its mass, and an upper torso linked to it via a waspish, almost ludicrously tiny waist; the latter bloomed from this frankly miniscule connective point into an absolute behemoth of size and volume, with the Arcanine’s bust being of such a gigantic, incomprehensible scale that to even consider the reach of a single nipple would most likely collapse one’s brain into a black hole from sheer information overload… and somehow, they were the least impressive parts of her; in fact, even her sheaths, plump enough to give her tits a run for their money, paled in comparison to what her taur torso had to offer, especially the four pawns holding up her titanic self. Really, if the rest of her body was gathered up and put together on one scale, and a single one of those stompers was placed on the other, the latter would still so heavily outweigh the former that this hypothetical scale would instantly be shattered into pieces, if not worse! To have four of them, just there for anyone to see, was something so ridiculously overwhelming that for once, Sirit and Marna were happy to remain ignorant of something, even if that something was their only hope going forward. Besides, they themselves represented but a little tiny mote of not-dust on the very tip top of the edge of the Arcanine’s muzzle, so small as to be effectively non-existent, and the only reason why they were even seen at all was because their energy signature was powerful enough for Lily to pick up on. Faced with such a creature, it was easy for the divine couple to forget that the Great One was not a god themselves, and in fact had never made any claims towards it; as far as Lily could remember, she just woke up one day, massive beyond the concept of massive, and decided to just live the rest of her life like that without worrying herself about the consequences. That it broke every known law of reality didn’t bother them, nor did it give them cause to think about anything at all; when one was so big that the entirety of existence barely registered as a fraction of a percentage point on the tip of their snoot, such trivialities stopped mattering altogether. “On to the business at hand though,” Lily spoke to her guests, making sure to keep her telepathic voice as quiet as possible, “you’re here for some help, I take it?” Despite it being toned down enough that they didn’t instantly burst their skulls open, the raw power contained in those words was enough to bring both gods to their knees, suffering from spontaneous and near-instant climax; already they could feel themselves growing, presumably as a result of standing atop someone who continuously expanded in every direction at a speed so high that it might as well not be counted… or maybe the Great One’s presence was just such that it caused in them a visceral, unstoppable reaction that would set about transforming them without them even realizing it was happening. As for Lily, all she could do was sigh; this sort of thing always happened, and it was always a bore. As such, she gave her guests some more time to recompose themselves so they could take the lead, even though she’d heard the same words so many times before that she could probably mouth them as they went along. “O-Oh Great One,” Sirit began, “we beseech you, deliver us from our plight!” Of course, that was always a popular choice. “Grant us some of your power!” Marna continued, in accordance to the script, “That we may find peace amidst our duties!” Always so dramatic. It was all that Lily could do to just not laugh, even though she really wanted to giggle at the sheer melodrama that always came accompanied with those requests. It wasn’t enough for them to just walk up to her and politely ask that she hand out the gift that she said she would, no, they had to make this huge deal out of it, like she was some sort of destructor deity who would ravage their minds if they didn’t prepare adequately, as opposed to just a really big fire pupper. Still, it was at least evidence that they were trying, and thus they deserved a little something special, especially considering that these weren’t just any old little ones, but the very rulers of the divine pantheon come to beseech her for the Great Change! Yet another name that the Arcanine wasn’t really fond of, yet another name that she nonetheless had learned to live with because those residing within her metaverse decided to call it that and wouldn’t shut up about it; at the very least, it was indicative of what the process actually was, even if in a rather generic, nondescript way, in that it was a change, and it was certainly great in scale. In essence, it is what Lily offered to any who would take her up on her word, the ability to not just reach her own level of power, but to do so while being transformed into facsimiles of herself; from whatever shape they used to have into big ol’ Arcanines, massive enough to overshadow the entirety of supra-existence, and all it took was the willpower to say “yes” when asked, and the presence of mind not to cum their brains out at the mere thought of it… neither of which those two on Lily’s snoot seemed to have in any appreciable measure. Still, they did come all the way out to meet her, and did go through the trouble of asking her the question when they could’ve easily just stayed there writhing around in pleasure (as they were by that point), so the Arcanine took it from there; the change itself could very easily come from her just snapping her fingers and making it happen, such was Lily’s terrific power, but she had the feeling that what the divine couple wanted was something a bit more… intimate, something more pleasurable to have them go back to the sort of life they were used to before. It would be a full circle, poetic in a way, and it was precisely the sort of mushy, yet terrifically lewd narrative that made Lily’s heart both melt and race with excitement, leaving her slightly blushy at the prospect of finally having some people of her own scale to play around with. Nonetheless, it was important to ask them if they were ok with the prospect of undergoing the Great Change in the first place, something which took a fair bit longer than expected seeing as neither the kitsune nor the dragon were really in any fit state to think words up, let alone utter them, but after some tactical nodding and a lot of prodding on Lily’s part, authorization was given, and the Change could begin in earnest. Truth be told, even the Arcanine had trouble trying to comprehend how exactly her powers worked, considering the sheer disparity in size should make what she was about to do patently impossible; the insertion was too large, too overwhelming, and if not for the fact that she was so much more powerful than literally anything anywhere, it might genuinely be metaphysically unable to take place. It would break some fundamental laws of nature that even she was subjected to… or at least, used to be before she brushed them off and figured it’d be best if she didn’t have to bother with such trivialities herself. ‘Twas a complicated state of being, the one that she had for herself, and not one that the Arcanine was particularly happy to have to experience on her own, hence her eagerness to get someone else to share in her own glory; after all, part of the Change was recognizing that it would be impossible to return to whatever universe the changed one had come from, as they would be far too big to even begin to think to fit, at least not without extensive used of compressed avatars. Of course, by that point, they wouldn’t really care, plus they’d be productive enough as to not need to go anywhere near the realms they managed; if all went according to plan, no more bureaucracy would be required, as the divine couple would be able to just gently brush up against the metaverse they ruled over and it would instantly be blessed with the sort of endless bounty that could create mythologies all on its own, and even then that would only represent a small fraction of the soon-to-be-Arcanines’ true potential. This last one was to become so great, in fact, that it was very likely it would turn into a problem of its own, given the lack of adequate means to vent it… though, with three colossal fire puppers there to enjoy one another, that might not be a problem anymore. It would certainly allow Lily to have someone to vent all of her cum into, especially if the transformation turned out to be especially successful; one of her biggest issues was always needing more and more space in which to keep her excess productivity, which was surprisingly enough becoming somewhat of an issue even in the literally infinite expanses of not-being that she resided in. It was one thing for it to remain empty, quite another for an Arcanine of her stature to suddenly stuff this not-space full of spunk to the point where all the blackness was starting to turn white… but not that time. Oh no, that time she had two very eager cocksleeves to use, two happy little lovers who were more than content with simply being there and letting her place them around her twin rods (well, twin for the moment, Lily never really knew how many of them there were at any given time if only she stopped looking for five seconds); one moment they were prostrating themselves atop her snoot, the next they were naught but tiny dots, miniscule little inklings that might have been gods adorning a vast, nigh-endless expanse of stretched skin that had been neatly and tightly wrapped around two of the Arcanine’s indeterminately many shafts. It was so quick that no one involved quite knew how it worked, merely that Lily had willed it to happen, and thus it did, no questions asked; perhaps the very concept of reality was so terrified of what might happen if the colossal fire pupper went for even a second without her every whim catered to that it went out of its way to ensure that she was given everything she could possibly need, or maybe it was just magic, who really knew? Certainly not the two “top” gods who were going to be on the receiving end of a lesson in superiority, and certainly not Lily herself; the Arcanine was far too busy trying to hold herself back from instantly exploding now that she had two people to fuck, two holes to fill, two Arcanines like herself to fashion out of smaller, frankly inferior forms. The process, this “Great Change”, brought out a very specific part of herself that very rarely got to see the (proverbial) light of day, the more dominant side that wanted to impose itself upon everything; thankfully, it was duly tempered by the vast ocean of empathy that kept screaming at her that she was overstepping her bounds and needed to get back before this more ravenous side of herself took over permanently. This entire thing was, ultimately, an exercise in cooperation, a transformative process whose goal was not to usurp anyone’s position, not to affirm herself as some kind of undisputed ruler, but simply to give to someone else the sort of enjoyment that she herself experienced on a constant basis. It was criminal to be the only one like herself, downright blasphemous that the only creature in that timeline that shared her size and power was… well, herself, the Great One, Lily, and not literally everyone else as well. Granted, there might be space issues if she went so far as to transform everyone the way she intended to with the dragon and kitsune wrapped around her cocks, but she was certain that it would all ultimately work out. As for her two eager volunteers, however, they would soon be taught a lesson in what it meant to be truly excessive. For two divinities most associated with sex, with self-indulgence, with fertility and virility in quantities so ludicrous that most mortals wouldn’t even be able to begin fathoming them, suddenly being filled in that way stretched even their ability to comprehend what was happening. They were gods, and thus they should be able to withstand any trial without so much as flinching, and yet simultaneously they found themselves, their bodies, as being little more than a basically non-existent accoutrement on a living condom made out of what they could only assume was a lot of magicked-up skin and muscle; to say that this strained their comprehension of reality would be an understatement, doubly so when Lily actually began to pump her hips forward and the first few droplets of cum began to pour into their insides. Even the smallest of non-loads, just the tiniest amount of the Arcanine’s seed, would be enough to utterly destroy entire multiversal clusters, and even for Sirit and Marna they were too much for them to handle; though in proportion to the Great One, the cum bulge at the very end of their shafts was relatively small, it had already outsized the divine couple by several orders of magnitude, a state that would not be upheld for long, as the whole point of being filled in the first place was to use the extra mass for the Great Change, for their new bodies! And as it turned out, be it because they were gods to begin with or thanks to Lily being so excited over the prospect of having someone to play with, the change that took place almost immediately after the first proper blast of cum was… something else. The load itself already left the two deities so bloated that anyone looking in from the distance wouldn’t be able to tell the shape of the Arcanine’s shafts inside of the colossal cumguts they had just created, quite a feat considering how girthy those things were; and yet, this was something that only lasted for but a few moments, as almost immediately after the cum blimps were formed, they shrunk back down, all the virile seed absorbed back into the dragon and kitsune’s forms in order to kickstart their new life as near-perfect replicas of Lily. Near-perfect, for their need for more, more and always more manifested itself in them developing quite a few more pairs of breasts than the original Arca-goddess’ single one, each of the two gods having their chest blossom with so many rows of titanic milk factories that their transformation into taurs did very little but provide even more space for even more racks to develop, and even then the amount of space available was absurdly low for the sort of additions being manifested. This issue with cramping became further compounded by the fact that the breasts alone were only half of the full apparatus, what with the dicks and pairs of balls still needing to grow in; thankfully, a couple more loads on Lily’s part ensured that a veritable forest of rods came in perfectly, at just the right angle, for both Sirit and Marna to effectively be stuck titfucking themselves whether or not they liked it, even if they stood perfectly still. The milk production churning away in their many breasts ensured that the dozen or so (if not more) shafts they sported would be on the receiving end of an endless, unceasing full-length massage, which would itself birth a whole different cycle that would inevitably end with the two of them becoming literally unable to stop themselves from just rolling their hips into their many cleavages; it was as if their conscious decision-making had been removed from the equation entirely, and their bodies had decided for them what things would be like going forward, a state of affairs that none of the three present there were in any mood to debate or fight against. Lily especially was quite pleased with the way things turned out, if for no other reason than she adored seeing others enjoying themselves… and judging from the noises coming up from those two, they were certainly enjoying themselves quite a lot! But that wasn’t enough, not for her, not for them, as the Great Change wouldn’t be truly finished until there were three physics-defying Arcanines all living together in that great expanse, so perfect and total in their magnificence that the question of managing their realms wouldn’t even need to be on the table anymore. Why bother with bureaucracy and proper protocol when they could just bless the entirety of existence with their creamy mannah? Why sit down at a table when they could wrap the whole of the metaverse around one of their many cocktips and just blast away, giving every civilization within all the resources they could ever possibly need? Better to just let things happen, to allow their bodies to flood and run over, to feel as their fur changed into a coarser, redder version of itself, to have their frames bloat and swell and grow in every direction, stretched and moulded into a further-augmented tauric form; better to throw caution to the wind and accept this gift that they were given, so that they may once again feel pleasure like they had before, so they could go back to the times where they could be together at every hour of every day, forever and always more… except now, with a third, equally lust-happy partner to throw themselves into the ring with them, helping to spice things up and make sure they would never be dull again. There, set against the blackness of non-existence, was, ironically enough, their everything; to the couple, each moment they spent being filled and reshaped into an even more perfect form was a moment in which they realized just how much they had been missing out, and just how foolish they had been to believe they didn’t “need” the Great One’s blessing. And as for Lily, she was just happy to have two folks to share her perfection with; it was the best win-win scenario for everyone involved. And it wouldn’t end until everyone was involved.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, deflation, floating, helium, Inflatable Girl, inflatable suit Text: Pam and Sandra stood at the edge of the pool by the entry ladder. Smaller than what would typically be at an indoor municipal facility, the pool was still quite a bit bigger than the ones found in most back yards. It was deep, too - at least 18 feet. The room that contained it was barely twice its size and had the same high ceiling and cushioned walls as the "Looney Bin" next door. The heavy scent of warm chlorinated water filled the room and humidified the air like in a greenhouse. There was much activity occurring around the two women. Technicians scurried about with their computers and note pads as they took up their assigned observation posts. Two male technicians in bathing trunks and SCUBA gear waddled over to the edge of the pool, jumped in with a noisy splash, and disappeared beneath the surface. With the morning's initial tests complete and no helium leakage having been detected in Sandra's newly pneumatic bazooms, she had been deflated back to normal and then briefed and prepped for the next phase. This time around, she had been given a modest one piece white spandex bathing suit to wear. Being otherwise normal, below each armpit of the suit was a vertical seam with a small plastic "D" ring hidden beneath a flap. Pam tapped her earpiece and spoke a few words to the assembled group. The familiar chime toned again and a red warning light pulsed over the entryway double door. "Okay" Pam spoke to Sandra. "Ready when you are." Sandra nodded nervously and then stepped over to the entry ladder and began lowering herself into the comfortably tepid water. Pam turned away and walked over to a nearby staircase that lead to an underwater observation room at the end of the pool. As she took up station behind the thick glass next to the camera operator, the test subject swam to the middle of the pool and tread water. The two divers were at the bottom of the pool on their knees, looking up at Sandra as she floated at the surface.From below, Pam watched for a moment to make sure everything was in place, then pressed a button on the large control console that sat behind the glass. From the room above, an air horn was briefly heard sounding. At this, Sandra took a deep breath and upended herself, swimming for the bottom. The loud echoing of the room abruptly ceased as she dove, replaced by the dead calm of her new environment, broken only by the sound of her limbs moving through the water. Pam watched as the woman descended towards the two divers awaiting her. Without the aid of swim goggles, Sandra had to aim for the two fuzzy figures at the bottom, swimming almost all the way to their feet and then arcing upward to come to a standing position. Waving her hands in the water to keep upright, she exhaled some air to bring herself to negative buoyancy until her feet rested on the pale blue concrete bottom.She smiled and gave a thumbs-up sign to the two rescue divers who returned the gesture. Then, reaching for the flaps in the suit with her hands, she slipped an index finger into each "D" ring and pulled hard. Attached to each plastic ring was a string of about a foot in length and as each one was pulled out and became taut, there was what felt like muffled "pop." Sandra blinked in surprise as she let go of the plastic rings. A smirk passed her lips as an immediate sensation of fullness engulfed her torso. She could feel her chest expanding under the spandex of the bathing suit, her small breasts again blowing up like helium balloons atop it. She also felt her tummy pushing out against the suit, ballooning like her chest. In the water, the gas expanding in her sounded like a vinyl pool toy being inflated and she realized her feet had left the bottom of the pool. As she rose toward the surface, her arms stiffened slightly as they were pushed out by the ballooning flesh beneath them. Beneath the straps of the suit, her shoulders also puffed up a little bit. Her new-found buoyancy quickly pulled her upwards to the silvery waves.With a splash, she broke the surface and exhaled. Bobbing up and down, she was still inflating as she took in a few deep breaths and her body slowly rose until her bust-line was mostly out of the water. The now giant curves of her breasts pressed in against each other, their glistening pneumatic bounciness barely contained by the straining garment and her now pregnant looking tummy had swollen considerably. On either side, the two rescue divers re-surfaced and again the trio exchanged thumbs-up signs. Swimming over to the ladder was easy as her inflated body was mostly out of the water. The only difficulty was the reduced mobility of her arms caused by her inflated shoulders and the swollen breast flesh beneath them. One of the techs helped her up off the ladder as Pam was returning from the observation room. Out of the water, her entire upper body was stiff from the gas that had been pumped into her curves. She still felt slightly buoyant and bounced on her toes to see just how much so."Whaddaya think?" Pam inquired, handing Sandra a towel."Interesting, that's for sure.""Yeah, we call that one the 'Mae West'. Let's see how well it deflates.""Okay," Sandra replied. With a bit more difficulty than before, she again felt around under her arms for the flaps. The plastic rings dangled from the strings at her sides and, finding where each string attached, pressed in until she heard and felt a faint "click." With a squeal and the sound of rushing air, her cartoonish curves quickly began to shrink. Before long, she was back to normal."Let's get you back to the changing room and into the lifeguard rescue version."Sandra smiled enthusiastically. "Sounds like a plan." The lifeguard one is red, in case you were wondering. I bet it inflates her a lot bigger, too.

Title: Passion by ShingetsuMoon Tags: Passion, Poem, Poetry, writing --- Have you ever met someone who is truly passionate about something? Have you watched as their eyes lit up and a smile spread across their face at just the mention of that which they hold most precious in their lives? Have you watched as it transformed them before your eyes into someone who is almost unrecognizable? Have you stopped to listen to them as they talk about it and about what it means to them personally? Have you shared in their enthusiasm as they are once again overcome by the love they have for whatever it is that they like to do? Many people have interests but few people have passions. Few people have developed a love for something that is so strong they could not imagine living their lives without it. Their passion drives them. Consumes them. Takes over them whenever it enters their lives and they are completely transformed by just the thought of it. Have you ever just taken a second to appreciate a moment so simple and rare as a person who is living their passion?

Tags: Belly Inflation, Male Inflation, Offscreen Popping, belly inflation, farting, gas, male inflation Text: Pete was a tall, buff, blonde haired guy, with a beard looking much like a blonde version of Lou Ferrigno from back in his Hercules days. Pete was a mechanic, the term being used lightly, as to the annoyance of his coworkers Pete was a real slacker. Pete was always on his phone or chatting up the female customers who came in, entrancing them with his bulging biceps or how his shirt strained against the movement of his rounded pecs or even with his sheer height as he beamed down at them his white teeth and pale blue eyes. The other problem with Pete was that with all the protein shakes he drank he farted something chronic and there was nothing the apprentices or even the head mechanic, Barry, could do about it as the owner was never in, leaving them unfortunately to their own devices and with Pete being bigger than all of them had rule over the workshop. Strutting in this one particular morning, late as per usual Pete dropped his protein shake on a bench and headed to the bathroom, phone in hand of course. The apprentices moved aside for the brute as he moved towards the back Barry with Pete gone, quietly watched and waited until he heard the bathroom door close behind Pete. Hurrying over to the unguarded protein shake, Barry removed a box of pills that were meant to help prevent excessive farting and dropped them into the bottle, before shaking it for good measure to make sure the tablets were fully dissolved. Barry didn't care if he had over done it with the pills, he just wanted a day without Pete farting and gloating as everyone else suffered. Barry had wondered if such an overdose would hurt Pete but at the same time he didn't care, the boss never did anything about Pete so it was only fitting that as head mechanic Barry did something himself. Pete emerged from the bathroom 10 minutes later, shook his drink again and downed it, not even noticing any kind of trace of the tablets Barry had slipped in. The other workers simply stood back and waited to see if they worked, Barry having filled them all in. It took a while before Pete felt things moved and they noticed his body language change in the usual manner it usually did before he let off a fart and there was almost a dead silence as they waited. The two apprentices even holding their breath in prayer hoping the pills worked. There was a brrrrtttt sound but it sounded deeper inside than a fart should and Pete shrugged it off, but to the elation of the others there was no smell or gloating from Pete, he just kept going about his work. Throughout the rest of the day, Pete would make quiet occasional brrrtt sounds deep in his gut and he even began to feel cramped and bloated. He shook it off thinking perhaps something he ate wasn't agreeing with him. Clocking off early, as he often did, Pete got in his truck and headed home unaware at the jubilation of his coworkers. Pleased that their plan had worked even if it was somewhat tarnished by the wonderment of how long their liberation would last. The two apprentices expected things to be back to normal tomorrow while Barry was less concerned, having a stock pile of those pills he intended to keep Pete dosed up as long as his supply lasted. Barry did allow a smirk at the internal rumblings they occasional heard whine from Pete, though again he thought of what negative side effects there might be as he could've sworn Pete looked a little bloated by the time he had shot out the door. Pete getting home, laid out on the couch, his massive feet resting on his wooden coffee table, a box of left over pizza beside him and a few cans of beer to chug as he watched TV. After finishing a can of beer, Pete felt the usually rumblings in his tummy and lifted a well muscled leg to vent but again there was brrrrtt from in his gut rather than the usual venting from his butt and Pete frowned, before once again shrugging it off, even though he could've sworn he saw his abs push his shirt up a bit creating a small wedge of exposed flesh between his white tank top and the shorts he'd changed into after work. After polishing off a few more cans and going to fart once again, Pete just heard another brrrrrrttttt and this time he watched as the mound forming on his abs swelled, exposing more of his treasure trail and diminishing abs. "Jesus... all the crap I ate in the last few days must be wreaking havoc on my guts..." Pete grumbled to himself, feeling the mound that had formed. Rubbing it tenderly, Pete decided perhaps was best just to sleep it off. Lumbering up his stairs, Pete stripped down to his jocks and hopped into bed, lying on his back to ease the pressure on the ball of tightness centered on his bloated gut. As the sun finally begun to peak through Pete's blinds, heralding a new day, Pete stretched and squirmed in his bed and with a grin went to do his morning fart only to be jolted fully awake as he heard the grumbling, familiar brrrrrrttt sound in his gut and felt the pressure mount more. "What the fuck....." Pete growled seeing the bulge of his gut was now even bigger than the night before, it almost eclipsed his impressive morning wood bulge from view. Putting a massive paw on his distended gut, Pete grunted as he pushed and worked the mound trying to dissipate the gas and the pressure but nothing worked. Deciding perhaps the bathroom was a better call, Pete headed into his bathroom, glowering at his reflection as his perfect figure was ruined by the beer gut sticking out. Seating himself on the toilet he went about his morning business thinking maybe something he ate had blocked him but everything was working fine in that department. It only confused and aggravated the big man further and he pushed harder, making his face turn red as he tried to vent the gas but all that occurred was another deep brrrrrttt and Pete gasped as his belly bulged out even more making it the biggest bloat he had ever seen on a guy. Changing tact, Pete tried to belch instead hoping that would clear the gas inside but again another deep brrrrt, which left Pete panting his hands pressing against the tight ball trying to push back its expanding circumference. Sitting there confused Pete decided that maybe the best idea was to go to the gym, he hoped all that movement, tension and exercise would finally unblock him. Throwing on his skin tight workout shirt and shorts Pete could see the near basketball sized globe all too well bulging within the shirt, straining its fabric. So Pete threw on a hoodie over his shirt which lessened the obvious bulge. Getting into his truck Pete sped off to the gym, eager to find a solution to his growing problem. Striding into the gym Pete headed straight to the treadmills for a warm up, all the while his mind on his bloated belly as it protested against the jostling about, until Pete couldn't take it anymore and hit the squat rack. Pete knew there was nothing like balls to floor deep squats to get some gas venting and loading the bar up, he removed it from the rack, lying the bar across his thick traps before beginning to squat as deep as he could go, which wasn't as deep as he was used to as his gut pushed against his muscular thighs. Like any normal workout, Pete ignored the discomfort and tried to push past it, working his glutes and thighs which each deep rep. However, the bulge wasn't diminishing beneath his hoodie nor did he feel any closer to a much needed release of the pressure inside him. Frustrated, Pete put the barbell back on the rack, collected his belongings and stormed off to the lockers to get changed. It was embarrassing for him as he struggled to get his gym shoes and shorts off and replace them with work gear his gut limiting his movements. It was thanks to his gut that Pete even slid on his overalls, which he never wore since they were so baggy they hid most of his well sculpted physique, but now the front was a tight fit thanks to his protruding belly. Storming off to his truck, Pete was in a foul mood as he downed his protein shake and was so lost in confusion and rage he forgot the real source of his problem and went to let out a loud belch he felt building but instead all he heard was a loud bbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttt from inside him and he felt the shoulder straps of the overalls pinch as they struggled to contain his swelling mound. Pete froze wide eyed, watching his gut pass basketball size and extended out to almost touching the steering wheel. He looked like he was pregnant with at least twins, his gut was so gigantic. Pete immediately gulped and took mental note not to do that again as another surge of growth would not only make his overalls tighter than they already were, he knew his gut would plough into the steering wheel. How big am I gonna get? Pete wondered to himself in horror, his mind still racking as to how he came to be in this predicament. Sliding his seat further back to allow his gut more space, even though it made driving slightly more awkward, Pete headed off to work, dreading what his coworkers were going to say about his blown up belly as there was no way he could hide it when he looked so pregnant. It also worried him about how taut he felt inside the overalls and he wondered if the shoulder straps were going to last the day the way they were strained so tight trying to hold him in. Arriving at the workshop, Pete came in without saying a word and went straight to work, even though he could feel the gazes of the other mechanics instantly home in on him, more specifically his huge gut. Pete was simmering with rage as he knew their hushed whispers were about him and when they had finally gone off for a smoke break he waddled to the bathroom to take a leak. Getting the shoulder straps unclipped was as difficult as Pete had dreaded, fearing he was going to pop them right off if he wasn't careful, until they were at last undone and he could edge them down over his globe so he could reach down to his cock and relieve himself. This in itself was also a struggled as Pete had to feel around to find it as his cock was well and truly hidden by his bulbous belly. Standing there, at last relieving at least one need, Pete heard his coworkers whispering and sniggering and the more he listened the angrier he got as he overheard Barry admitting to putting tablets in his protein shake the day previous, which was the cause for his current condition. Done with the bathroom, Pete stormed out of the workshop and headed across to the supermarket on the opposite side of the street. Pete was going to show them who was boss and have the last laugh as a he formulated a plan, they had essentially dammed him up but if he could build up enough pressure he should be able to clear it and make them sorry. Lumbering down to the can food aisle, Pete brushed off the stares he got from other customers as they looked at the frightening bulge of his gut barging past. Reaching the baked beans he swept up an armful and headed to the checkouts. After having paid for the beans, Pete didn't even wait to getting back to the workshop before he started downing the cans hungrily, adding fuel to the fire inside him. Pete walked into the workshop just as the others came in from the other side returning from their smoke break. "What's with all the beans?" asked Barry, his tone clearly worried "Well since you blocked me up with your stupid tablets I figure I should unblock myself to teach you little bitches not to fuck with me." snarled Pete, raising both hands up and giving them the finger after dropping the emptied cans into the bin beside him. Right on que a rumble growled inside Pete and a loud brrrrrrrrrrrtttttt groaned from in his gut and he immediately grimaced as his shoulder straps bore even more tightly into his thick shoulders as his belly ballooned outwards. It looked like he had a gym ball swelling underneath his overalls. Pete began to pant feeling the pressure build when another brrrrrrrrrrrtttt growled inside him, forcing him to hold his belly and with a whining pop his shoulder straps blew. Pete moaned with relief, while the others looked on in shock as Pete's overalls fell away exposing his growing belly, his tight white V-neck not even covering half of the swelling globe. "Fuck....look at it bitches.... It's all... gonna get free..." moaned Pete, as with another bbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttt his stomach growled and stretched again the pressure mounting more as he begun to feel front heavy. He could no longer reach the front of his gut. "What have you done?" gasped Barry, watching the panting big man struggle against his belly which with another grumbling brrrrrrrrrrrrtttt swelled even larger, it was more than half the big man's size and growing with each internal rumble, soon stretching from his pecs to his thighs, his neck to his calves and it still kept swelling bigger. "That block.... It's gonna... give...." Pete grunted through clenched teeth, half gloating half trying to convince himself as with another loud and deeper brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttt Pete's belly swelled bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger. The big man was forced against the bench behind him as his belly swelled to the floor and soared above his head. The concrete felt cool to the hot, throbbing globe, electrifying the sensitive super taut skin that fought to keep stretching. "Oh fuck...." Pete moaned as he now could no longer see his coworkers over his gut and with another brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt it swelled even bigger! Pete felt his gut pushing against the two cars they had in the work place, pressing against them, making them tilt as it swelled even bigger. The others stood in shock and horror as their workplace was being quickly filled by a hairy, skin colored blimp of a belly. "Fuck..... it's getting... TOO MUCH!!!" Pete struggled to grunt through gritted teeth the pressure inside his gigantic globe becoming greater and greater with each moment, it was so intense and he was so helpless. He couldn't even move anymore as he was now being lifted up by the inflation. Mentally he tried struggled to hold back each brrrrrrrrttt but they kept coming and he kept inflating bigger and bigger. "Someone.... Help... fuck.... I'm gonna.... Explode!" Pete cried out, thinking of how much he was like an overfilled balloon now and now in a panic of how many cans of baked beans he had gorged on. He didn't care about pride as he felt the cars at last flipped by his gut and he knew he'd soon be pressing at the walls and ceiling of the large workshop. Each brrrrrrrtttt now sounded with an ever deeper more thunderous, more threatening growl, which only grew louder and more ominous the more Pete swelled. The other mechanics shaking themselves free of the towering tummy, knew what was coming as the globe that was Pete's belly shuddered and growled more feverishly, the once smooth stretching now ragged and quivering as it struggled to swell more. Closing the back door behind them, the other mechanics left Pete to his fate. Even with their fingers in their ears they could hear Pete's growing, growling gut and his cursing as he struggled against his plight. Crashing and crunching could be heard about the workshop as more was enveloped by Pete's mass, his throbbing, quivering globe now viewable in the rear top windows as it approached the ceiling. "Fuck.... So tight.... So much pressure...it's... not... fucking... stopping!" Pete groaned as his body rumbled and whined as it pressed against the ceiling and he could hear a creaking. Pete begun to wonder whether he'd outgrow the workshop, thinking it was the walls he could hear creaking, when it was in fact his body giving one last signal before with a might KABOOOOOMMMMMM Pete exploded.