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Copyright by Sturmfeder 2006 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.
Sie ruhten in Ruhe und Sicherheit während der Sandsturm über ihnen seine Stärke mit den Felsen maß. Das Heulen vermischte sich mit den fremden Gesängen ihres neuen Freundes und verschwamm in ihren Gedanken. Sie schliefen sicher und fest. Eine Sicherheit die ihr Leben schon lange nicht mehr geboten hatte. Zum ersten mal träumten sie völlig neue Dinge. Sie sahen Bilder einer fremdenartigen Welt, voller Bäume, Wälder, Seen, Meeren und weiten Graslandschaften. Tiere nie gesehener Arten schritten gemächlich umher und zerflossen wieder in schillernden Farben die schließlich in transparenten Erscheinungen verblassten. Bilder bahnten sich ihren Weg und erlaubten tiefe Einblicke in eine völlig andere Welt die ihnen aber doch irgendwie vertraut vorkam. Wie Geister glitten sie durch ihren Traum bis sie plötzlich realisierten zusammen im selben Traum zu sein. Verwundert trafen sich ihre Blicke einen Moment bevor ihnen ein drittes Wesen in der Nähe auffiel. Funkelnde Augen starrten zu ihnen herüber. Einen Moment lang erkannten sie die Gestalt nicht, die sich rasch in Nebel aufzulösen begann und zurück blieb nur ein undeutliches Gesicht mit zwei dunkeln Streifen welche fast schon Tränen ähnelten. Dann zerplatzte der Traum in einem Farbenmeer und sie wachten erschreckt in der kleinen höhlenartigen Behausung auf. Die Gesänge von Hataea füllten leise den Raum. Immer noch oder schon wieder saß er vor dem wärmenden Feuer und blickte sie beide lächelnd an. "Seid mir gegrüßt, ich habe euch schon eine Kleinigkeit zu essen gemacht", begrüßte der Anthrogepard sie und deutete einladend an das Feuer. Anscheinend hatte er die ganze Nacht nicht geschlafen, denn er schien sich nicht wesentlich bewegt zu haben und sein Schlafplatz war auch unberührt. Der Geruch gebratenen Fleisches drang ihnen in ihre Nüstern und weckte erste Hungergefühle an diesem Tag. Gähnend streckten sie ihre Glieder, Sihproma eindeutig etwas vorsichtiger. "Ich nehme an ihr habt schön geträumt", mutmaßte Hataea und nahm einen roh bearbeiteten Speer von der Wand. Mit einem kleinen Messer, das am Griff mit Leder umwickelt war, begann er das Holz noch etwas zu bearbeiten und die Spitze zu entfernen. Kleine Späne fielen vor seinen verschränkten Füßen zu Boden die sich später zum Feuermachen nutzen ließen. "Nehmt euch ruhig, ich hatte schon etwas solange ihr geschlafen habt."
Immer noch von der Eigenartigkeit des Traumes leicht verwirrt setzten sie sich an das Feuer und nahmen sich von dem fertigen Fleisch. Ihre Augen ruhten auf Hataea und schienen ihm eine stille Frage zu stellen während sie leise ihren Hunger stillten. "Hataea, dieser Traum heute Nacht, also" er verbesserte sich rasch, "wir haben seltsamerweise dasselbe geträumt und ich glaube du kamst auch darin vor. Aber nicht in dieser Welt, sie sah anders aus." Der Gepard schmunzelte und stupste mit dem Stab eine der Federn an Torraps Armbänder an, so dass diese leicht hin und herschwang. "Natürlich Freund, ich sagte doch dass ich den Geistern von euch erzählen würde. Überrascht es euch da wenn sie sich bemerkbar machen? Ich habe euch aufgenommen und nun seid ihr mehr als zuvor. Ich hoffe die Verantwortung macht sich euch in den nächsten Tagen bewusst." Sihproma nickte verstehend und in seinen Augen lag nach dieser Nacht ein neuer Glanz den selbst Torrap noch nicht entdeckt hatte. "Ich verstehe und werde danach handeln", zischte er kaum vernehmbar und nickte dann mit dem Kopf. Die Worte kamen ihm kaum über die Zunge. Rasch widmete er sich wieder dem Essen um sich abzulenken. Ihm gefiel die weitere Veränderung seines Körpers noch nicht aber schließlich geschah es und irgendwie musste er sich ja damit arrangieren. Torrap leckte sich die Krallen sauber. "Eigentlich sollten wir heute früh aufbrechen wenn wir die von dir gedachte Strecke nehmen. Ich glaube ansonsten schaffen wir es nicht bis Anbruch der Nacht." Ein Auge blinzelte zu seinem Freund hinüber. Allen war bewusst auf was sich dieser Kommentar bezog. "Du hast Recht, ihr müsst bald aufbrechen. Zu meinem Bedauern, muss ich gestehen, aber ich verstehe es." Mit diesen Worten reichte er Sihproma den Stab. "Ich glaube du wirst ihn gut gebrauchen können. Mit deinen Beinen wirst du nicht mehr lange so gehen können." Ermahnend hob Hataea seinen Federstab. "Wenn es einmal so schlimm ist, sucht euch ein Versteck. Geht kein Risiko mehr ein, wartet ab bis Sihproma wieder," seine Miene wurde nachdenklich und entspannte sich sogleich wieder, "geheilt ist." Bedrückende Stille kehrte ein und keiner traute sich irgendwie den ersten Schritt zum Aufbruch zu machen. "Ihr verspätet euch aber ich sehe wenigstens das es euch hier gefallen hat. Das freut mich." Hataea stand auf und reichte ihnen ihre Rucksäcke. "Ich habe eure Verpflegung ergänzt und das Wasser nachgefüllt. Außerdem habe ich ein paar Blätter verstaut in denen einige getrocknete Kräuter sind, die ihr als Wundsalbe nutzen könnt. Einige Kleinigkeiten eben die das Leben erleichtern können. Kaut sie und verteilt den Brei auf die zu behandelnde Stellen." Er drehte sich herum und ging langsam zum Ausgang. "Ich begleite euch noch ein Stückchen in die Einöde hinaus. Ich wollte ohnehin nach einer Falle schauen." Sie verstanden das der sehr knappe Abschied sein musste denn sonst würden sie sich wohl anders entscheiden. Ihr Ziel lag jedoch vorerst noch woanders. Leicht schwermütig aber viel zufriedener als vorher und vor allem glücklicher verließen sie die Höhle. Der Sandsturm hatte sich inzwischen völlig gelegt. "Es war wunderschön hier, wir danken dir für alles was du getan hast Freund", bedankte sich Torrap lächelnd während sie nach Westen losgingen. Sie würden den Anthrogeparden vermissen, das war sicher. Aber sie hatten in den wenigen Stunden mehr bekommen als die letzten Monate und niemals würden sie dies vergessen. Mit Stolz fühlten sie die Federn an ihren Armen und Beinen im leichten Wind flattern.
Einsamkeit und Trostlosigkeit umgab sie. Der Drang nicht hier sein zu wollen und schneller zu gehen beflügelte sie einwenig. Doch der Sand war sehr locker überall und jeder Schritt machte ihnen mehr Schwierigkeiten als sie gedacht hatten. Selbst Steine säumten nur selten ihren Weg und wenn doch, waren es kleine, scharfkantige Stücke, die sich schmerzhaft in ihre Füße bohrten. Die Luft flimmerte deutlich vor Hitze. Sihproma dankte ihrem Gepardenfreund innig für den Stab den er ihm gegeben hatte. Seine Beine schmerzten aufgrund der aufrechten Haltung immer stärker und seine Gangart erinnerte kaum noch an den Anthrodrachen aus der alten Stadt. Leise hechelte er vor Anstrengung die auch Torrap anzusehen war. Nur litt der Anthroraptor unter der Hitze im Gegensatz zu dem Drachen. Tapfer ging dieser jedoch aufrecht voran, um seinem Freund sanften Ansporn zu geben. "Bald müssten wir die Stelle erreichen an der wir dem imaginären Weg folgen sollten. Wie auch immer er aussehen mag", rätselte Torrap und blickte auf die Karte. Ihr werdet den Weg erkennen wenn ihr an der richtigen Stelle seid, daran habe ich keine Zweifel, hatte Hataea zuversichtlich gemeint und sie herzlich verabschiedet. "Und wir werden den Weg auch finden. Zeit bis zum Sonnenuntergang haben wir noch genug. Wir wollen Hataea nicht enttäuschen, richtig?" Seine Kopf drehte sich weit genug um ein Auge nach hinten richten zu können. "Bist du wirklich in Ordnung?" fragte er besorgt. Torrap begann ihre häufigen Gespräche zu vermissen. Seit Sihproma nicht mehr so gut sprechen konnte wurde er immer stiller. Bedauern spiegelte sich in den klugen Augen des Raptors. Er hielt an als keine Antwort kam. "Sihproma?" Ächzend kniete dieser sich gerade nieder und rieb die schmerzenden Gelenke. "Pause, Schmerz, bitte", zischelte er knapp. Stunden hatte er sich vorangekämpft und das stechende Gefühl ignoriert. Den Stab fest in seiner Pfote lies er sich immer tiefer sinken, ganz so als ob diese Haltung für ihn natürlicher wäre als alles andere. Doch so zu gehen war nicht möglich momentan. Erschöpft überlegte Sihproma. "Torrap, muss ... einige Tage ... warten. So geht es ... nicht weiter", keuchte er und funkelte seinen Freund an der ihm stumm zunickte. Kommentarlos legte der Raptor den Arm des Drachen über seine Schulter und zog ihn hoch. "Sehr schnell sind wir so natürlich nicht aber zumindest kommen wir weiter voran. Die nächste Unterkunft werden wir nehmen und uns dort eine Zeitlang einrichten. Das wird schon wieder werden", gab er sich sehr zuversichtlich und ahnte das es definitiv besser werden würde. Es musste einfach. Nur wie würde eine Besserung aussehen? Einsam lag der Horizont vor ihnen. Ihre Augen schweiften suchend umher. Welch ein Land in dem nur noch Sand und wüsste Steppe existierte. Konnte man sich hier überhaupt auf Dauer zurecht finden? Hataea kann es, dämmerte es Torrap. Es lag nicht unbedingt am Land, nein, es lag auch an ihnen. Wenn sie wollten würden sie wohl hier leben können. Sie mussten sich nur an die Regeln halten. Doch ihr Ziel befand sich woanders. Heimlich funkelte Sihproma zu seinem Raptorfreund hinüber, der sich neben ihm niedergelassen hatte und gedankenverloren in die Ferne sah. Ihm dämmerte langsam was aus ihm wurde und das er seine Schmerzen nur halbwegs auf seine fortschreitende Verwandlung schob stimmte nicht ganz. Er zwang sich dagegen anzukämpfen. Hier mitten im nichts durfte ihm dies nicht passieren. Der Ort fühlte sich einfach falsch an. Ein leises knacken lies Torrap aufhorchen. Ein heller Schmerz durchzuckte das Bein des Drachen der leise aufschrie als sich sein Gelenk noch ein Stück weiter verformte und die Stelle mit beiden Händen fest umschloss. Der Anthrodrache gab ein leises resignierendes Schnauben von sich. Sein Kopf senkte sich als ob er aufgeben wollte. Ein trauriges Seufzen entfuhr ihm. Mehr außer stützen oder notfalls tragen konnte er seinem Freund nicht anbieten. Deswegen begann das innere Verlangen eine geeignete Unterkunft zu finden mehr an Oberhand. Doch dazu mussten sie weiter, es gab keine andere Möglichkeit. "Ich quäle dich ungern aber wir müssen irgendwie weiter. Mitten im nichts festzusitzen wäre das schlimmste das uns passieren kann. Ich kann dich auch ein Stück tragen", bot sich Torrap beschwichtigend an um seinen Freund nicht zu verletzen. In seinen Augen sah er förmlich den kalten Glanz, der seine Lage ihm bereitete. Ablenkend strich der Raptor über seine ledrige Haut. Seine Krallen fühlten sich geringfügig spitzer als sonst an. Durch den weichen Untergrund, auf dem sie tagelang unterwegs waren, fehlte ihnen die Möglichkeit sie etwas stumpf zu laufen. Wie ihm nun auffiel ging es Sihproma ebenfalls nicht anders. Im Falle eines Kampfes würden sie ohne Zweifel einigen Waffen überlegen sein. Das beruhigte ihn etwas und er begann sich zu überlegen wie er seinen Freund motivieren könnte weiter zu gehen, ohne seine Schwäche zu sehr hervor zu heben. "Sihproma", begann er langsam, jedes Wort gut abwägend. "Du bist ein starker Drache, das weiß ich. Auch wenn du es mir nicht zeigst. Vielleicht hast du sogar mehr Kraft als ich. Ich bin nur ein Raptor. Du dagegen ein Drache." Das Wort hauchte beinahe ehrfürchtig über seine dünnen Lippen. "Ich gebe auf wenn meine Kräfte versagen sollten aber von dir erwarte ich mehr als das." Fragende Blicke trafen ihn. Sihproma legte den Kopf nachdenklich schief um zu ergründen was man ihm damit sagen wollte. "Ich bin nicht mehr als du?" wunderte er sich zischend und schien sich etwas besser artikulieren zu können wenn er nicht an sein Problem dachte. "Nein", schnitt er ihm das Wort ab. "Sicher magst du gerade Probleme haben doch lass dich nicht hängen. Du trägst nicht nur die Verantwortung für dich selbst sondern auch für mich weil ich dein Freund bin. Ich würde dich nicht alleine lassen." Torrap kniete sich hin und reichte ihm auffordernd seinen Stab. "Hataea nicht zu vergessen. Wir schulden ihm ebenfalls Stärke." Seine Blick bohrte sich in die schlitzförmigen Drachenaugen und ergründete sie. Langsam schloss er sie zu schmalen Schlitzen und schnaubte ärgerlich. Er riss Torrap den entgegen gestreckten Stab aus der Hand. "Ich gebe nicht auf." Mühsam zog er sich nach oben und winkelte dabei ein Bein an, auf dem er unmöglich so weitergehen konnte. "Stütze diese Seite. Ich kann das Bein nicht mehr benutzen. Wir wollen so weiter gehen", entschied er sich entschlossen und legte seinen Arm über Torraps Schulter.
Langsam folgten sie wieder der ursprünglich eingeschlagenen Richtung. Immer öfter stellte sich die Frage was Hataea wohl meinte mit der Aussage sie würden den Weg erkennen. Das Land lag immer noch gleichmäßig vor ihnen. Dunkler Sand und unscheinbare meist trockene Gräser. Nur die unerbittliche Sonne wies ihnen momentan grob den Weg und heizte ihre Körper auf. Sie tranken mehr als sie eigentlich wollten doch die Temperatur und Anstrengung forderte ihren Tribut. Aus ihrem anfangs sicheren weiter marschieren wurde ein langsameres Gehen und schließlich ein mühsames vorwärts kämpfen. Es war einfach zuviel unter diesen ungewohnten Bedingungen. Sich gegenseitig so gut es geht helfend legten sie eine beträchtliche Strecke zurück. Doch sie achteten nicht mehr darauf. Sie nahmen das Land nur noch undeutlich wahr. Jede Aufmerksamkeit war auf den Boden und ihre Schritte gerichtet. Stunden später waren ihre Kraftreserven fast völlig erschöpft. Selbst Torrap ächzte zum ersten mal deutlich auf. Die Hitze lies seine Sinne schwimmen und er atmete hechelnd. Seine Zunge fühlte sich trocken an. "Wir ... müssen kurz ... rasten", stöhnte er leise auf und lies seinen Freund behutsam auf den warmen Sand nieder. "ich kann kaum noch. Die Hitze ist zuviel für mich", keuchte er und warf Sihproma neidende Blicke zu. Sein Drachenfreund war nicht weniger erschöpft. Jedoch schien ihn nur sein Körper zu belasten. "Dort," machte ihn der Drache auf eine hohe Sanddüne aufmerksam. "Lass uns noch hinaufsteigen", bat er und sammelte ein letztes mal alle Kräfte. Wenn sie sich erneut ausruhten würden sie wenigstens eine gute Rundumsicht haben. Torrap nickte leicht und fixierte den Punkt. Seine Brust hob und senkte sich angestrengt. Helle Punkte begannen vor seinen Augen zu tanzen. Ein schlechtes Zeichen. Er würde mehr Wasser brauchen als er angenommen hatte. Oben angekommen fielen sie erschöpft nebeneinander in den Sand. Die Augen geschlossen versuchten beide ihre Atmung unter Kontrolle zu bekommen. Die Hitze trocknete ihre Nüstern und ihre Herzen hämmerten spürbar. Still blieben sie eine Zeitlang so liegen. Nur der Wind strich über ihre Rücken und erinnerte ihre Gefühle daran, dass es außer der sengenden Hitze noch mehr gab. Sihproma richtete sich als erster etwas auf. Müde blinzelte der Raptor zu ihm hinauf als die Bewegung seine Aufmerksamkeit erregte. "Sihproma", begann er erstaunt. Zum ersten Mal erkannte er seinen Freund nicht als Anthrodrachen sondern als Drachen. Die leicht auf allen vieren kauernde Gestalt zeigte ihm plötzlich sehr deutlich warum seine Beine keinen aufrechten Gang mehr zuließen. Er verwandelte sich in einen Vierbeiner! "Ich weiß", versuchte Sihproma lächelnd zu erwidern. "Diese Haltung bereitet mir kaum noch Schmerzen. Ich bin nur noch nicht soweit um vollständig", er machte eine kleine bedeutungsvolle Pause, "auf allen Vieren zu gehen." Er hob seine Krallen vor sein Gesicht. Auch diese hatten sich inzwischen verändert. Die Krallen waren etwas länger geworden und seine Haut war dicker. Bald würden diese Hände ihn tragen müssen. "Ich hoffe", zischelte er etwas besorgt, "das ändert nichts an unserer Freundschaft Torrap." Seine Augen blickten mit einem hoffnungsvollen Schimmer zu seinem immer noch erstaunten Freund. Torrap war von der momentanen Mischgestalt des Drachen völlig gefangen und registrierte dessen Sorge anfangs gar nicht. "Was? Oh, nein! Was denkst du von mir? Meine Freundschaft zu dir ist tief und fest verankert. Da müsste schon die Hölle zwischen uns ausbrechen um das zu ändern. Keine Sorge. Wir gehören zusammen." Er lächelte Sihproma aufrichtig an. Nichts würde sie auseinander bringen können. Die Sterne hatten ihre Freundschaft bestimmt und nichts weltliches würde sie lösen können. "Ich bin gespannt wie du bald aussiehst", flüsterte Torrap so leise dass Sihproma es nicht verstehen konnte.
Die Zeit verging aber keiner dachte daran erneut aufzubrechen. Alle Eile schien auf ein mal vergangen zu sein. Die bittere Erkenntnis ungenügend Ruhepausen eingeplant zu haben wegen Sihpromas fortschreitender Verwandlung machte sich bemerkbar. Nur heute mussten sie trotzdem durchhalten. Ab morgen würde es ein sicheres Versteck geben in dem sie einige Tage abwarten wollten. Doch wo lag nun endlich der von Hataea beschriebene Weg? Immer wieder blickten sie sich etwas ratlos an. Die Sonne beendete langsam schon ihre Reise am Horizont und wurde schwächer als Sihproma plötzlich aufzischte. "Träume!" Torrap sah ihn fragend an. "Was soll ich tun?" fragte er verwirrt. Der Anthrodrache winkte ab und deutete auf die Federn an seinen Armen um die Bedeutung zu vertiefen. "Träume, suche den Weg in den Träumen!" Seine Stimme klang leise zischend auf. Er hatte erkannt wie sie es anstellen mussten den richtigen Weg zu finden. "Vielleicht sieht man den Weg nur nicht mehr in dieser Welt", hoffte er und schloss seine Augen. Torrap wollte etwas erwidern und hatte sein Maul schon halb offen, klappte es dann aber wieder zu und überlegte genau. Sein Freund hatte Recht. Hataea war mehr ein Wesen das Bedeutungen und Meinungen klug in Sätzen verbergen mochte. Selbst die Geister konnten ein Hinweis darauf gewesen sein. "Nun gut, du könntest wirklich Recht haben. Wenn ich genau nachdenke muss ich gestehen dass mir diese Sanddünen hier irgendwie bekannt vorkommen. Versuchen wir es also."
Er schloss ebenfalls die Augen und versuchte sich Hataeas Behausung vorzustellen, die Atmosphäre darin und den Geparden an seinem Feuer sitzend. In Gedanken tauchte das Gefühl auf wie leises Gesänge ertönte und sie umgab, auf hell leuchtenden Wegen in ein anderes Land entführte. Plötzlich fanden sie sich in einem dichten Wald wieder. Ein Bach plätscherte unter ihnen in sanften Windungen vorbei. Sie saßen auf einem kleinen Hügel und starrten in die kleine Schlucht durch die der Wasserlauf führte. Neugierig wanderten ihre Augen über die Umgebung. Nur ein Stück in der Ferne schien die Wahrnehmung zu verschwimmen. Auf der anderen Seite des Hügels lagen viele Felsbrocken verstreut, fast in einer geraden Linie einen Pfad folgend. Richtig, einem angedeutenden Pfad den sie sicher zu beiden Seiten säumten. Ein leises Pochen in Torraps Kopf brachte ihn zurück in die Realität. Der kleine unerwartete Ausflug hatte ihn Kraft gekostet. Um genau zu sein unerwartet viel Kraft. Er wusste nicht wie oder warum, doch es war deutlich zu spüren. Leise keuchte er auf und blinzelte. Seine Pfoten zitterten etwas von der ungewohnten Anstrengung. Der Weg war also schon die ganze Zeit da gewesen! Nur sah er früher anders aus als heute und deswegen war sein Verlauf nicht mehr ersichtlich. Doch als Torrap ihn nun vor seinem geistigen Auge gesehen hatte, fiel ihm hier und da ein Punkt ins Auge, der den Verlauf noch immer deutlich kennzeichnete. Aufgeregt deutete er in die Richtung. "Sihproma! Ich habe es gesehen! Wir haben uns nicht verirrt!" Lächelnd drehte er sich herum um zu sehen ob seinem Freund es auch so ergangen war. Doch dieser lag noch mit geschlossenen Augen auf dem Sand und atmete flach. "Sihproma?" er schüttelte den Drachen vorsichtig an der Schulter als er keinen Laut von sich gab. Aber er hörte ihn nicht. Er hatte durch die aufgewendete Kraft und in seinem geschwächten Zustand das Bewusstsein verloren. Torrap kniete sich seufzend neben ihn und legte seine Schnauze in seinen Schoß, sanft seinen Hals streichelnd. "Dann ruhen wir eben hier irgendwo bis du wieder zu dir kommst, Freund. Keine Sorge, das macht gar nichts. Es wird uns schon nichts geschehen." Torrap streckte sich einwenig und starrte zu Sonne hinauf. Nur wenig Zeit blieb bis zum Einbruch der Nacht. Sie würden sich vor dem Dunkel und der Kälte in acht nehmen müssen. Er hob einen Arm verabschiedend zur Sonne. Die Geister werden uns schützen, denn wir sind nicht ihre Feinde.
Ende Teil 4 - Ein steiniger Weg
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Torrap und Sihproma 4 - Ein steiniger Weg by Sturmfeder
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Disclaimer:Tails, Tikal, and the Chaos Emeralds belong to Sega and Sonic Team. Riona is a character of my own creation, and can't be used without my permission.
The sun was just about set, and Tails was planning to wrap up his inventing for the day. It's been a few years since the attack by the Metal Overlord, and the 15 year old fox was getting kind of bored. He watched from the window in his warehouse, as the sun sank beyond the horizon, and the stars and moon came out.
Then there was a knock at his door.
Tails glanced towards it, and then got up to answer it. The one on the other end was a tan colored echidna, a female. She had a gold colored headband, and another around her neck. A small, blue colored tailsman hung from around her neck. She had a skirt on, which reached down to her ankles, slippers, and a large strip of cloth across her breasts. She had white gloves with claws, similar to Knuckles.
Tails looked at her for a couple of seconds, thinking that she looked familiar.
"Can I come in? I need to talk to you." she asked.
"Oh, yeah, sure." Tails said, stepping aside to let her in. He led her to a red couch, one of the few things in the room you could actually sit on comfortably.
"My name is Riona, daughter of Tikal." she said. "I'm on a quest, to find the 7 Chaos Emeralds, and to protect them from those who wish to use them for evil."
"Tikal?" Tails said, remembering the name.
She was the one that sealed Chaos away in the Master Emerald. The girl in front of her certantly looked like Tikal, which is why she looked familiar. But Riona didn't look any older than 16. She was far too young to be her daughter.
"How can you be her daughter?" he asked. "You're too young."
Her eyes trailed to the tailsman she wore. She brought her hand up and curled her hand around it.
"This tailsman was one I found when I was 16. My mother sealed Chaos away 15 years prior to that. It's power keeps me at the same age as long as it's around my neck, as well as quickly healing any wounds I may sustain." she said. "After what happened with Chaos and the space colony ARK, I dedicated my life to finding the emeralds. My body is like a living emerald tracker, and I can sense when an emerald is close."
Her eyes went around the room, landing on the safe in the corner.
"Like the one you have in the safe." she continued. "Chaos is power, and power is enriched by the heart. The controller is the one that unifies the Chaos. But if evil has them, the only thing that comes is death and destruction."
But then her gaze went to the ground.
"My tribe labeled me as a witch, because of the tailsman's power, and banished me from the tribe. I have been living alone ever since." she finished.
Tails put a comforting arm around her, giving her a small hug. Riona looked up in his eyes and smiled at him. Tails felt himself blush slightly at her smile.
"What's your name, anyway?" she asked.
"Miles Prowler, though most people call me Tails." he said.
"I can see why," Riona said, glancing at his two tails. "You know, you are kind of cute for a two tailed fox."
He blushed even deeper. To tell the truth, he kind of liked her, ever since she walked in the door. And she was closer to his age than Cream ever will be.
"I...I think you're cute too," he said, stammering a bit.
"A little shy, are we?" she said, as she leaned forward to kiss him.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. She fell backwards on the couch and they continued kissing.
His kisses moved down to her neck, and she tilted her head to allow him. He took off the headband and necklace, but was stopped when he went for the tailsman.
"If that is taken off, I'll automatically age to my true age, and it can't be reversed." she said.
He nodded, as he went back to her neck. She moaned a bit, as she felt the gentle kisses on her neck. She felt her body being raised slightly, and the cloth on her breasts was untied and thrown aside. he looked for a minute at the large breasts in front of him, then kissed one and massaged the other.
Riona gave a gasp, then her eyes closed. She tilted her head back, and she moaned. Pleasure shot through her body, as she enjoyed these new sensations.
Seeing her naked breasts, and hearing her moans of pleasure, was making the young fox horny. His shaft grew to it's full 6 inches.
Riona felt his hands and kisses trail down her body, as he reached her skirt. He untied and threw it aside, and he took in her naked body.
Riona looked up at him, and reached up to slip off his gloves.
"Go ahead," she said.
He stuck a couple of fingers inside of her, and moved them around. She groaned in total pleasure, as his fingers moved in and out. She could feel herself getting wet.
Tails was using the other paw to pleasure himself, and after a little while, orgasmed all over Riona. She orgasmed right behind him, going all over his hand. He brought his hand up and licked it clean.
"Mmm, that tastes good," he said. "Ready for the main event?"
"Don't hold back," she said, as he entered her. She called out, feeling someone inside her for the first time.
He went in and out, starting out slow, but started to speed up. He felt the barrier, and spurred on by her moans, he ripped through her hymen. This caused a new call from Riona, this one of pain.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, sounding worried.
"It'll be fine. Please continue." she gasped.
He did so, continuing to shove it into her. They both held back their orgasms, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible. Soon, though, their orgasms happened, at almost the same time. Riona felt Tails's cum fill her.
They both pulled out and collapsed in their own mess. Riona looked at herself, at her naked and cum covered body.
"Do you have a shower?" she asked.
After they both got cleaned up, Riona put her clothes back on. Tails went over to the safe and opened the safe, pulling out the purple emerald.
"Here. Take it, and keep it safe." he said.
"I'll guard it with my life," she vowed, taking it from his hand. "I also must thank you."
"For what?" he asked.
"You have given me what is probably the best night of my life," she answered, and gave him a goodbye kiss.
He blushed and waved, as she walked out the door.
6 months later...
Tails walked out of the workshop and sat down next to it. He watched the sun set, as he thought of the night he had with Riona. He sighed and smiled, thinking back to it.
Riona watched from a nearby ledge. She smiled, as her eyes went downwards, and a hand went to her swollen belly, rubbing it gently.
She carefully glided down to the ground, and went to the jungle, soon disappearing in the trees. She knew that she would never forget the passionite night she spent with him
The End
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Ancient Love by Xtra
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Text: Jana is enjoying her sucker so much, she doesn't realize what it's doing to her at first.
Jana unwrapped the orange sucker and wrapped her encompassing lips around them. She swirled it around her mouth with her tongue where she finally trapped it between her left cheek and her tongue. She let her saliva eat away at the confection as she sat back in her chair. Professor Peterman was rambling on and on about the many different types of fungal growths in the human body when she felt a gentle tug on her pants. She looked down the side at her black pants and sighed. She took out the sucker and gave it a detached glance. As she adjusted herself in her chair, she noticed that something was out of whack.
"My seat seems smaller," she thought. "Maybe I shouldn't order extra cheese on my pizzas anymore." She ran her right hand down the curve of her buttocks down to her legs. "I don't feel any different." She let out another sigh and continued to daydream.
As she stared up at the neon light, she put the sticky lollipop back into her mouth. Again, she felt the same tug, as if her thighs were expanding underneath the material. When she glanced down, she actually noticed that her thighs were getting bigger. She removed her glasses and looked down over her scarf. Her thighs were really blowing up! She took out the sucker and padded her sides. They seemed plumper. What was going on?
"Professor," she said, raising her hand.
"And so... yes, Jana. Do you have a question?" The whole class turned her direction. Afraid that everybody would notice her extra baggage, she looked down self-conciously.
"May I be excused for a moment, I need to use the ladies' room."
"Fine, fine, go right ahead. Now, as I was saying, the molecular make-up of athlete's foot is..."
Once in the bathroom, Jana inspected it to ensure she was alone, then she locked the door. She examined herself in the mirror. She was barely 20, and it showed. Her face was young looking and smooth. Her hair was done up lazily with a chopstick. Her eyes were hazel and hidden behind sleek black glasses. She wore a brown and green striped sweater rolled up at the sleeves with a matching scarf wrapped around her neck. Black pants lead the way for thick soled shoes. She kicked off her shoes and unzipped her pants. She noticed that her thighs were looking abnormally thicker. She bit the bottom of her lip as she examined her buttocks. They were much rounder and thicker than before. Did she suddenly gain weight? Can such a thing possibly happen, that one will gain weight suddenly? It appears that her butt was growing even as she watched it. She bit down on the sucker absently and chipped off a piece. She crunched it up and swallowed it.
Suddenly, her butt surged forward, stretching the fabric of her panties. Her thighs began to touch, and even her breasts felt heavier. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the sudden flesh flare. Even her flat stomach felt a wee bit pudgy. "It's the sucker!" she said out loud.
To test her theory, she sucked hard on the sucker, watching her body. She noticed gradual growth as she swallowed. She bit off another hunk, munched and swallowed, and her ass blew up again. This intrigued her. How was this scientifically possible? There was no way in this world that a sucker could cause her body to expand, without an allergic reaction. That's it! Was she allergic to the chemicals in the sucker? All these and more bounced around in her head. She rubbed her newly rounded buttocks, running her hands up and down her curves. She actually liked her new body. She was tired of being a Plain Jane with slight curves, she was now a full-fledged Zaftig woman. Her bra was cutting into her newly shaped breasts, and her tiny pooch hung over her panties. As for her panties, they wedged themselves between her cheeks.
"Phenomenal," she said. She sucked more, and then dared to bite into it. She felt her molar stick when she found the center. There was a cherry-tasting gum in the center. She sucked her way to the center, and by the time that happened, her rear was the size of two basketballs. Her tummy became a belly, and her breasts were now soft-ball sized. She chewed up the gum and began to blow a bubble. As the bubble expanded, so did she. At such a rate that she didn't enjoy. Her butt swelled up like a balloon, along with her thighs. Her belly jutted out, lifting up her sweater. Her breasts grew tight against her sweater. She tried to suck the bubble back in, but it burst.
Jana's eyes grew wide, and so did she. She swelled up at an amazing rate, swelling up. Her buttocks touched the back of the wall, and her belly bloated out in front. Her panties snapped, and her sweater rose up to her swelling breasts. She clutched her fattening belly as she felt herself grow faster. Each ass cheek was the size of a beach ball, her belly looked like an over-inflated basket ball, and her breasts were bigger than cantaloupes.
Her body emitted a strange stretching sound, like a balloon inflated too big. Suddenly, somebody knocked and a voice was heard.
"Hey, hurry up in there, I'll be late for class!" The sounds in Jana's body grew louder, and she reached her limit. With a horrible popping sound and a scream, Jana exploded into tiny bits. The force rattled the door, jimmying the lock open. The girl pushed open the door, and her scream echoed along with Jana's down the hallway.
The loud sound woke Jana with a start. The girl sitting next to her gave her a dazed look and snickered. Jana felt along the sides of her legs and patted her tummy. She was normal again. Was it all a dream? She sat back in her chair, letting her lollipop dangle out of her mouth, when she felt a tug at her pant legs.
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Word had spread quickly that his floor was cut off from the ground floor. The elevators had stopped running and stairwells were destroyed. So, people began to jump.
As he looked out the window, more and more people began to fall past him.
"Fuck it, then," he said as he stepped off the ledge. His eyes closed and he drifted back to one of his fondest memories.
It was Christmas, and he and his girlfriend were curled up in his living room enjoying some brandy before the fire. "I love you, Jill," he said. "You know that, right?"
"Of course, Bobby," she replied with a kiss. "I love you, too."
"Then prove it."
"How can I do that?"
He had planned for this moment. He pulled out the Harry Winston ring he had bought the previous day. "Will you marry me?"
She gasped when she saw the ring. "Oh, Bobby! I don't know what to say!"
"How 'bout 'yes'?"
"Ok, then, yes. I will marry you." That answer was followed up with a night of passionate love-making.
He opened his eyes quickly and saw that the ground was coming up fast. My God, he thought, what have I done? He closed his eyes again, hoping he wouldn't feel anything.
He paced the waiting room anxiously. He had tried reading, but gave up after reading the same line six times. It had been seventeen hours and thirteen minutes since Jill had gone in, and he hadn't been able to calm down for a minute of it. Countless cups of coffee were the only way he could cope with the stress. Normally the father would be inside while it happened, but Robert felt as if he'd only get in the way.
A door slammed open and he immediately snapped his head around to see a doctor striding in.
"Well? How is she?" he asked.
"Relax, Mr. Jacobs," Dr. Hartley replied. "She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Your wife is in room 6103 with him."
The elevator couldn't have gone slower as Robert ascended to Level Six. It gave a cheerful "Ping!" as the doors opened. He rushed down the hall to his wifes room and burst through the door a little too quickly--the nurse on the other side was nearly knocked over.
His expression immediately softened when he saw his wife cradling their newborn son. "Hey, honey," he said. "How are you feeling?"
"How would you feel if a person just crawled out of your ass?" she said with a smile. "What should we name him?"
He walked over and took the baby in his arms and looked at him. "Marcus. For my father. Marcus Daniel Jacobs."
"Little Mark," Jill said.
He opened his eyes again and saw that he had a few seconds to go before he hit. "What does one say at a moment like this?" he asked himself.
It took about two seconds. Robert shook himself from his thoughts and stepped back from the ledge. "Fuck it, then," he said as he walked toward the stairwell.
If there was a Hell on Earth, Robert had found it. People were screaming, there was fire everywhere. But the stairs were there. He ran as fast as he could down four flights before he found the gap. He looked down to judge the distance--about fifteen feet. He had done a stint in the 82nd Airborne before college, so he knew how to handle this. He could hear a jumpmaster screaming in his ear. "GO! GO! GO!" as he leapt off the stair. He hit the ground and let himself crumble like a sack of potatoes.
Then he ran. Flight after flight of stairs passed. When he knew he was about to hit the ground floor, he felt the vibration. Whatever it was, it sure as hell couldn't be good.
Adrenaline does funny things to the human body. Robert ran faster than he ever thought he could. He slammed through one of the front doors and ran until his legs gave out. He looked behind him and saw the second tower collapsing. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed home.
"Hello?" his wife was almost hysterical.
"Hey, Jill."
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Before the Fall
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So there you are, standing in the room, completely naked. You know what you're here for, and you don't regret it at all. With your heart beating a little more rapidly than normal, you can't help but survey the room. For many, this would be appalling, and in some cases, grotesque. This is not the case for you and a select group. There is no where better that you wish to be, especially at this moment.
Behind you, the door opens, and he enters. You quickly turn around and see him. He is a thing a beauty wrapped in the cloth of desire. Standing before you is a creature that you have only seen in your dreams. That creature with which you would do anything to become. Anything at all.
This is why you are here. He has seen your thoughts and invaded your dreams. He knows your desires, and he knows that with which you keep deepest inside you. As he walks forward, your body shivers in both joy and terror. All reason tells you that this is wrong, while all of you heart tells you this is right. He takes you hand, strong and commanding. Guiding you to the table, he helps you up and then straps you down.
The cold metal is a shock to your body, but it quickly adjusts. He turns the table so that you are now vertical. The wrist and ankle straps hold you in place. Your bare flesh exposed to him. He could do with you what ever he wanted. Instead, he has plans to share a bit of his gift with you.
Everything comes to focus, every bit of your life. This only lasts for a moment though, because he has brought out the syringe. The glimmering needle on top of the plastic barrel. Inside, a silvery liquid. Even though the plunger has it held in place, it seems to dance, almost as if though in anticipation.
He brings it towards you, gently pushing it into your arm. It's a sting that isn't pleasant. He pushes the plunger. The liquid enters your body, coursing through your veins, giving his gift to you.
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Transformation Intro by RubberFins
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This is my first Story like this, so don't send me spam about it sucking. I usually skip this part of the stories I write but a friend of mine convinced me otherwise, so I wrote this. Just tell me what you think ok? -Scarlet Dragoness +
Ceridex stretched lazily in his bed, the air was cold but he was warm in his bear skin blankets. His heart ached softly, Riyo had not returned from her trip to the human market. Ceridex stretched his long red body, his long tail sliding off the bed and part way out the entranceway to his cave. He missed his little human lover, her raven black hair and dark eyes; she had only been gone for two days. There was nothing he should be worried about, his little lover was a fighter, but he missed her all the same. Ceridex tilted his head slightly; a slight pressure had suddenly appeared on the tip of his tail. He lazily brought his tail in from the cold to examine it. A young girl balanced expertly oh his tail, her legs wrapped around it to keep from sliding off. Ceridex smiled; Riyo was already grinning, and gently nuzzled against his lover. "I've returned from my trip, lover of mine." Riyo whispered softly to Ceridex, she expertly dropped from his tail onto the floor, her satchel was full with herbs and elixirs, and she set her bag on the counter and started unpacking. Ceridex crawled out of the bed and come up behind his beloved Riyo, wrapping his talons around her waist softly, nuzzling against her soft, warm, neck. "I've missed you during your journey, my love," Ceridex whispered in her ear. "I've really missed you." Ceridex talons caressed his lovers' body, he could feel Riyo smiling, and Ceridex softly wrapped his tongue around Riyos waist, expertly unclipping her belt. "Come, lover of mine, let me show you how much I missed your being inside me." Riyo let her belt drop and led her draconic lover back to the bed. Ceridex gently picked her up and set her among the bear skin pelts, he gently pressed his snout against his young lover, rediscovering all her tender spots. He gently pulled his lovers skirt away; revealing her beautifully tanned skin. Ceridex softly kissed Riyos pelvic bone, inching down slowly. He spread her legs gently with his talons, his tongue brushed up against Riyos inner thigh. "It's been so long since I've felt you inside me, lover of mine." Riyo whispered softly, she could feel her draconic lover breathing against the skin between her legs. "It will be so long that I am within you, my love." Ceridex answered his lover and gently pressed his tongue into his little lovers' body, his tongue filled the crevasse inside her. Ceridex's muzzle was gently covering the lower half of his young lovers body, Riyo reached down and stroked his snout softly as he drank in his lover. Riyo breathed deeply, she emitted little moans and gasps of pleasure every now and then. Ceridex pressed deeper and deeper into his young human lover, pulling out and pressing back in with every sound Riyo made. Ceridex smiled softly and pulled out of his young lover, he kissed the inside of his lovers' thighs and slowly moved upwards. He pressed his sheath against his young lover; Riyo breathed in sharply as Ceridex pressed into her. Ceridex thrust gently into his lover; the two locked lips and kissed passionately, their tongues danced together gently. Riyo purred softly as her lover spilled fluids into her small body, replacing what her beloved dragon and drank away with his own seed. The hours passed by with great speeds; still Ceridex and Riyo lovingly pleasured each other. Ceridex gazed at his lover, she slept softly in his grasp, his arm was wrapped around her waist as she slept. He loved to watch Riyo sleep, it was peaceful. Ceridex gently nuzzled his beloved as she slept; she slept so deeply after play. He hugged her tightly against his chest, instinctively one of his hands slipped between his young lovers' legs, massaging gently. Riyo smiled softly in her sleep. Ceridex smiled as well and kissed his beloved good night before falling asleep himself.
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Missed Love by Scarlet Dragoness
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Ein Fl¼stern im Sturm Part 6
Hargunten besah sich die Holokarte der Umgebung ihrer Basis, eine zerfallene Stadt. Er ¼berlegte wie er sein 4000 Mann starkes Regiment am besten verkaufen konnte. Die Hybriss waren auf einmal sehr aktiv geworden und hatten General Steel und sein Regiment ausgel¶scht. Sie waren ¼ber sie zu zehntausenden hergefallen und hatten sie abgeschlachtet. Steel hatte ihn etwas Zeit erkauft aber nicht viel. Also musste er sich beeilen. Die Stadt lies sich gut verteidigen. Sein Regiment war ber¼hmt f¼r seine Geruilla Taktik bei der Verteidigung von St¤dten. Angreifen und zur¼ckziehen das war die Spezialit¤t des 210.!
2500 Mann waren in der Stadt an den wichtigsten Stellen verteilt, den Rest w¼rde er in Reserve behalten. " Also gut Raven sie und Charya werden Kreuzung 21 halten, verminen sie die StraŸe und graben sich dann dort ein... Verstanden?" " Ja Oberst Hargunten! " " Fenner ihr Trupp h¤lt die Blocks 3 und 4, in der N¤he von K3, verstanden? Sie werden mit Croll zusammen arbeiten." " Ja Sir! " " Ansgar! Sie halten mit ihrem Team K4 und 5." " Ja Chef!"
Die Besprechung dauerte noch eine Stunde an, dann endlich hatte Hargunten alle verteilt. Er lehnte sich in seinen Sessel zur¼ck. " Wie lange stehst du schon da Kasr'kin?" " Lange genug Gray Wolf. Du hast viele meiner Art get¶tet ... du und dein Haufen." " Ja wohl wahr und du bist hier um es zu Ende zu bringen?" " Nein...ich bin hier um dir etwas zu ¼berbringen." " Ach und was sollte ein Hybriss f¼r mich haben?"
Hargunten drehte sich um und sah dem Hybriss direkt in die Augen. Blaue Augen hatte er, das war ungew¶hnlich, normalerweise waren die Augen rot. Er ging aufrecht wie er, die Hybriss gingen, bis auf ein paar Ausnahmen, immer geb¼ckt. Muskul¶se Beine und Arme, Panzerung um Brust, Bauch und Beine. Von seinem R¼cken gingen zwei Schl¤uche aus, die zu einer Atemmaske f¼hrten. Auf dem R¼cken trug er eine Art Rucksack, der eng an seinem R¼cken an lag. Ein schweres Lasergewehr trug er l¤ssig mit einer Hand. Mehrere Magazin Taschen hingen an seiner Panzerung. Eine Laserpistole ruhte in ihrem Beinhalfter. Auf dem R¼cken trug er zwei schlanke Schwerter. Er zog eines davon und legte es langsam auf den Tisch. Hargunten sah ihn fragend an.
" Ich Luthien von dem 1 Kasr'Kin ergebe mich. Ja du h¶rst richtig es gibt ein ganzes Regiment von mir, alle ergeben sich. Wir sind es leid zu k¤mpfen, unser Lord ist verblendet. Drei Jahre t¶ten wir euch und ihr brecht einfach nicht. Unsere Schiffe im Orbit wurden von einer anderen Flotte vernichtet, die sich gerade auf die Landung vorbereitet. Das Imperium ist gekommen, gekommen um euch zu helfen. Wir die Kasr'Kin geben den sinnlosen Kampf auf und wollen stattdessen gegen unsere Br¼der in die Schlacht ziehen. Wir wollen uns von deren S¼nden reinwaschen. Dieser Krieg ist beendet. Lord Krii und seine Armee werden vernichtet werden. Lord Admiral Kaustos Kharn und seine Drakonier sind hier. Das zweite Hyrikan, die "Gray Templars" sind(ist/befindet sich( schon im Landeanflug. Sie sind hier um euch zu unterst¼tzen. Ihr werdet weitere 4000 Mann gebrauchen k¶nnen und..."
" Warte, warte kurz. Du glaubst doch nicht ernsthaft das wir euch einfach so mit uns k¤mpfen lassen k¶nnen oder? Das kannst du nicht von mir und meinen M¤nnern erwarten?" " Ich denke die Elite der Hybriss w¤re euch gelegen nicht wahr? Wir sind die besten. Wir sind die "Unsterblichen"! Vergesse das nicht und ich denke 2500 Unsterbliche w¼rden dir in deiner Lage sehr gelegen kommen oder?"
Hargunten knirschte mit den Z¤hnen, er musste nachdenken. Was wenn das alles ein Trick der Hybriss ist und sie sie einfach hintergehen werden und dann soll auch noch das "Imperium" gekommen sein um sie zu retten. Das alles ging ihm durch den Kopf. Als wenn Luthien seine Gedanken gelesen h¤tte nickte er, verst¤ndnisvoll.
" Ich verstehe deine Bedenken Gray Wolf, aber glaube mir wir f¼hren nichts im Schilde. Wir sind ehrenhafte Krieger die uns von den S¼nden unserer Br¼der reinwaschen wollen und was die Imperialen angeht... ich kann dir beweisen das es sie gibt." " Ach und wie willst du das tun wenn sie doch im Orbit sind?" Luthien ging zum Holofeld mit der Hargunten Verbindung zu seinen Trupps aufgenommen hatte. Luthien zog die Tastatur vorsichtig heraus und tippte einige Zahlen Reihenfolgen ein.
" Lord Admiral wir werden vom Planeten gerufen. Holoverbindung aufbauen?" " Wer ruft uns Velosade?" " Signal geht von einer Bunkeranlage in einer zerbombten Stadt aus. Die Streitmacht von Lord Krii bewegt sich auf diese zu. Nach meinen Einsch¤tzungen kann es nur die PVS sein." " Verbindung aufbauen! Sofort Velosade wir haben keine Zeit mehr zu verlieren!" " Verbindung steht Sire!"
Auf dem Holofeld vor Kharn erschien ein hagerer Wolf mit nur einem Auge. GroŸ, schlank und durchtrainiert war er. Leichte Panzerweste. Tarnanzug in Stadttarnfarben. Pistole im H¼fthalfter. Neben ihm stand ein Mutant der Hybriss mit einer Tastatur in der Hand.
" Was beim heiligen Thron seid ihr verdammt? Ich hatte erwartet hier auf Menschen zu treffen und keine Mutanten! Rede Chaosabschaum oder ich werde dich und deine Basis atomisieren! Verstanden?" " "hm... ich hatte auch nach deiner Beschreibung etwas anderes erwartet Luthien. Ich dachte ich w¼rde mit einem Menschen sprechen und nicht mit einem mythologischem Wesen das es eigentlich nicht gibt... also lautet die Frage was seit ihr?"
" Mythologisches Wesen? Ich werde dir ein deinen Arsch treten du Chaosabschaum!" " Lord Admiral Kaustos Kharn ich bin Luthien vom 1 Kasr'Kin und ich denke jetzt ist nicht die Zeit f¼r Hitzk¶pfigkeit. Die gesamte Bev¶lkerung ist ihrem eigenen Genvirus zum Opfer gefallen der uns ausl¶schen sollte. Was sie nicht wussten ist, dass wir gegen Genviren immun sind. Sie brauchen ihre Hilfe. Die Hilfe der Imperialen Garde und ihrer Drakonier." " Willst du mich verarschen?" " Nein das will ich nicht Sire."
Kharn lehnte sich in seinem Thron zur¼ck und atmete einmal tief durch. " Befehl an Adana. PVS durch Virus ver¤ndert. Sieht aus wie wir. Was seid Ihr Luthien ein Haustier der PVS?" " Nein ganz sicher nicht das kann ich euch versichern Lord Admiral.", beeilte sich der Wolf einzuwerfen. " Was seid ihr dann Luthien? Ihr seid ein Mutant der Hybriss das ist schon mal sicher aber was f¼r einer. Ich habe viele Hybriss get¶tet aber ihr seid anders als die die ich bek¤mpft habe. Was seid ihr also?" " Neuz¼chtung. Einzig und alleine dazu gedacht die PVS zu vernichten. Lord Krii hat uns mehr Intelligenz und einen eigenen Willen gegeben im Gegensatz zu seinen fr¼heren Sch¶pfungen. Ein Fehler wie ich bemerken m¶chte. Wir wollen nicht weiter an der Seite des Chaos k¤mpfen. Wir wollen frei sein. Wir die Kasr'Kin haben uns von Lord Krii losgesagt und wollen an der Seite der Imperialen und ihrer K¤mpfer gegen Krii ins Feld ziehen."
" Euch ist schon klar, dass die Imperialen Regimenter euch t¶ten werden wenn sie euch sehen? Dagegen kann ich nichts tun. Ich garantiere f¼r meine Leute aber nicht f¼r die unter Generalfeldmarshall Skadi Szezabo. Er akzeptiert gerade mal uns. Es wird schon schwer genug seien ihn davon zu ¼berreden nicht gleich jeden PVSler zu exekutieren, weil er ihn f¼r eine vom Chaos verblendete Kreatur h¤lt." " Das ist uns bewusst Lord Admiral."
Kharn schwieg eine Weile und kratzte sich nachdenklich das Kinn. " Gut Luthien ich garantiere f¼r nichts verstanden? Ich werde Befehl an meine Hyrikaner durchgeben. Sie werden dir und deinem Regiment nie voll Vertrauen aber sie werden euch nicht t¶ten. Bei den Imperialen weis ich das nicht."
" Ich danke ihnen f¼r ihre GroŸz¼gigkeit Lord Admiral Kaustos Kharn." " Gebt das an Pr¤torin Adana durch. Sie sollen uns Zeit erkaufen bis wir Landen k¶nnen. Sie, Wolf haben Sie einen Namen?" " Oberst Hargunten vom 210 Sp¤her Regiment des VED." " Sehr wohl Oberst. Pr¤torin Adana ist informiert. Ich denke, dass sie sich besser auskennen als wir. Lassen sie uns an ihren Strategien teilhaben. Seien sie aber auch offen f¼r neues. Welche Strategie haben sie sich zur Verteidigung zurecht gelegt?"
" Geruilla Taktik. So hatte ich vor meine Basis zu verteidigen. Da mir jetzt aber wesentlich mehr M¤nner und Fahrzeuge zur Verf¼gung stehen gedenke ich dieses zu berdenken." " Ihr Regiment besteht aus Sp¤hern sehe ich das richtig?" " Ja Sire!" " Gut dann sollten sie ihre St¤rken ausspielen. Meine Hyrikaner sind Frontsoldaten und so wie ich denke die Kasr'Kin sind die Elite. HeiŸt Sie haben knapp zehntausend Mann zur Verf¼gung. Was f¼r Fahrzeuge besitzen die Regimenter die schon Vorort sind?"
" Leichte Panzer f¼nf St¼ck, zwei Jagdpanzer und mehrer unbewaffnete Transporter." "Luthien ihr Regiment?" "Zehn Leichte Panzer, sechs Kampfpanzer Typ70 und drei schwere Panzer. Leman Russ Demolisher. Perfekt f¼r die Verteidigung einer Stadt." " Beeindruckend Luthien." " Das ist das was wir noch mitnehmen konnten bevor wir geflohen sind." " Kommandant Velosade?" " Ja Lord Admiral?" " Wie groŸ ist Lord Krii's Streitmacht?"
" 4 Kultistenlegionen das sind knapp 400.000 Mann, 36 Regimenter Hybriss, 180.000 Mann und 300 Panzer. Keine Titanen. Ihr Gl¼ck Oberst sonst h¤tte er Sie schon l¤ngst atomisiert." " Das sind ersch¼tternde Zahlen aber geben sie uns f¼nf Tage dann k¶nnen wir landen." " Wir geben unser Bestes Lord Admiral!" waren die letzten Worte von Hargunten. " Velosade ¼bernehmen sie das Kommando ¼ber die Maugen Ra und die Flotte. Ich werde auf dem Planeten gebraucht. Sagen sie meiner Elitegarde bescheid. Es gibt wieder Krieg." " Sehr wohl Lord Admiral."
Velosade salutierte zackig und wand sich der Observationsbucht zu. Kharn erhob sich von seinem Thron und ging in seine prunkvoll eingerichtete Kabine. Alles gl¤nzte im Gold und Messingschein. Er wollte immer eine schlichte Kabine haben. Die Imperialen hatten diese Kabine f¼r ihn hergerichtet und es war ihm zu viel Luxus. Seine schwarze Vollr¼stung hing auf dem St¤nder in einer Ecke des Raumes. Segmente waren mit Karamit verst¤rkt worden. Drakonische Runen ¼berzogen die R¼stung. Sie waren in die R¼stung einge¤tzt worden und mit Silber verziert worden. Sie war ein Meisterwerk f¼r sich. Von den besten Schmieden im Berial-System gefertigt worden passte sie perfekt.
Der Helm, ein technologisches Wunderwerk, ruhte auf einem kleinen Sockel rechts daneben. Dieser hatte einem Space Marine geh¶rt. Dieser hatte ihm den Helm geschenkt. In der darauf folgenden Schlacht wurde der Marine durch einen Kopfschuss get¶tet. Er wurde umgebaut, sodass er auf die Kopfform eines Drakoniers passte. Auf der Hinterkopfseite war immer noch in kleine Buchstaben der Orden des Marines geschrieben. Salamanders. Er legte die R¼stung an und setzte den Helm auf. Klickend rastete der Helm ein und verband sich so mit der R¼stung. Kharn drehte sich zu allen Seiten um zu ¼berpr¼fen ob der Helm richtig sitze. Beim verlassen des Quartieres machte er vor dem Waffenst¤nder halt und nahm seine m¤chtige Zweihandaxt heraus und steckte sie ins Futteral auf seinem R¼cken. Zwei Boltpistolen mit Reservemagazinen und sein Bolter mit der Nahlholzst¼tze geh¶rten auch zu seiner Bewaffnung.
So ger¼stet marschierte er die Korridore zu seinem Privathangardeck. Auf dem Weg dorthin wichen ihm, respektvoll, Mannschaftsmitglieder aus. Im Hangar war ein Einziges Landungsboot festgemacht. Vor dem Boot erwartet ihn ein Ehrenspalier, aus dehn f¼nfhundert Mann, seiner Ehrengarde. Alle in schwarze Vollr¼stungen geh¼llt reckten sie ihre Schwerter. Am Anfang des Spaliers erwartete ihn schon ein ungeduldig aussehender Drakonier in derselben R¼stung.
" Yarrick warum so ungeduldig? Du weist doch Zeit haben wir viel, aber wissen meist nur wenig damit anzufangen." " Lord Admiral Kharn." Yarrick salutierte, " Ich bin nicht ungeduldig. Ich freue mich auf den bevorstehenden Kampf und es ist mir wie immer eine Ehre an deiner Seite streiten zu d¼rfen Bruder." " Gut gesprochen Kurzer aber ich denke ¼ber die F¶rmlichkeiten w¤ren wir schon l¤ngst hinaus." " Ich dachte vor den Jungs sollte ich etwas mehr Respekt vor dir zeigen und auŸerdem bin ich der "ltere also w¼rde mir das Recht dich Kurzer nennen zu d¼rfen zustehen." " Ja gut wir m¼ssen dann auch los. Wir wollen unsere Feinde ja nicht warten lassen." sagte Kharn grinsend und ging an Bord des Landungsbootes. Ein seufzender Yarrick folgte ihm und wenige Sekunden sp¤ter war auch die Elitegarde an Bord und das Landungsboot flog in Richtung Planet."
Oberst Hargunten hatte neue Befehle an alle seine Truppen raus gegeben. Emp¶rung und wutentbrannte Schreie waren durch das Kom. geschallt, als er ihnen mitgeteilt hatte das sie mit der Elite der Hybriss zusammen gegen Lord Krii's Streitmacht k¤mpfen w¼rden. Jedem war die Lage bewusst in der sie sich befanden. Notgedrungen hatten sie alle zugestimmt. Lieber ¼berleben als sterben. Das hatte er ihnen klargemacht. Er hatte ihnen auch gesagt, dass Verst¤rkung sehr bald eintreffen w¼rde. Fremdwelter. Viertausend weitere Mann, mit samt Fahrzeugen, w¼rde in etwa einer Stunde landen.
Luthien und seine Kasr'Kin hatten auf der Westseite der Stadt Stellungen bezogen. Zurzeit wurden die S¼d- und Ostseite noch von seinen M¤nnern gehalten. Das w¼rde sich aber ¤ndern wenn Pr¤torin Adana eintreffen wird. Sie und ihre M¤nner w¼rden die S¼dseite Verteidigen mit zweitausend Mann, die anderen Tausend w¼rden als Reserve Zur¼ckbleiben und die andere H¤lfte w¼rde mit f¼nfhundert Kasr'Kin und f¼nfhundert seiner Leute die Ostseite verteidigen. Der Norden w¼rde von Leutnant Reagar und zweitausend seiner Leute gehalten werden.
Hargunten wusste das er hier in der Basis bleiben musste um die Verteidigung zu organisieren. Wenn sie wirklich f¼nf Tage durchhalten w¼rden, was er bezweifelte, h¤tten sie diesen Krieg endlich gewonnen. Er atmete tief durch. Neben ihm stand Lurien. Ein Kasr'Kin, den Luthien zu seinem Schutz abgestellt hatte. Er begleitete ihn ¼berall hin. Still und reglos stand er in der Ecke. Das schwere Lasergewehr mit beiden Klauenh¤nden umfasst. Sein Gesicht war unter einem verspiegelten Helmvisier nicht zu erkennen. Sein kompletter K¶rper war unter der R¼stung nicht zu sehen. Hargunten musterte ihn eine Zeit lang. Lurien schwieg schon die ganze Zeit und schwieg auch nun. Hargunten wand sich nach einer gesch¤tzten halben Stunde wieder der Holokarte zu.
" Oberst Hargunten? Vier Landungsboote der Imperialen Garde erbitten Landeanflug und Landeplatz zu Weisung." pl¤rrte es aus den Lautsprechern auf seinem Tisch. " Geben sie ihnen Gr¼nes Licht. Sie k¶nnen auf der 4-8 landen." " Best¤tigt." Also waren sie endlich da, Hargunten war auf diese Pr¤torin gespannt. Er erhob sich und marschierte zu den Landungspl¤tzen.
Am Schott zu den Pl¤tzen erwarteten ihn bereits zwei Trupps seines Regiments. Er nickte ihnen kurz zu, ¶ffnete das Schott und trat ins Freie. Dicht gefolgt von Lurien und den zwei Trupps. Die Trupps nahmen links und rechts neben ihm Stellung ein. Lurien blieb reglos rechts neben ihm stehen. Nerv¶s standen sie da und warteten darauf, dass sich das Boot ¶ffnete und die Fremdwelter heraus traten. Dampf entwich zischend als die das Landungsboot ¶ffnete und die Rampe langsam herunter fuhr.
Vom Dampf verh¼llt stand eine riesige Gestallt in der -ffnung. Die Trupps legten auf die Gestallt an. Sie ging mit langsamen Schritten die Rampe herunter. Hargunten stockte der Atem als sie aus dem Dampf trat. Ein riesiger, massig gebauter Drache stand vor ihm. Er ¼berragte Hargunten um gute zwei K¶pfe. In seiner schimmernden grauen R¼stung wirkte er wie ein Held aus l¤ngst vergangenen Tagen. Einen Hammer l¤ssig ¼ber die Schulter gelehnt stand er grinsend da. Er schritt immer noch grinsend auf Hargunten zu. Hargunten versuchte seine Angst nicht zu zeigen. Einen Schwertstreich entfernt blieb er von ihm entfernt stehen. Grinsend schaute er in die Runde von versammelten Soldaten.
Mit einer Gutm¼tigkeit in der Stimme die man von einer Kreatur wie ihm nicht erwartet hatte fing er an zu sprechen. " Na M¤dels wie geht's wie steht's? Ihr seht ziemlich ¼berrascht aus was? Tja ich bin der groŸe und im gesamten Subsektor bekannte Krieger Honshu. Ich bin hier um euch kleinen Wichten den Arsch zu retten. Also sonnet euch in meinem Glanz." Hargunten starrte ihn d¤mlich an.
" Ja was ist den habt ihr noch nie von mir geh¶rt? Ich bin entt¤uscht. Vielleicht sollte ich euch mit meinem Hammer zerquetschen um euch ein wenig Respekt beizubringen." In der -ffnung erschien ein neuer Drache die H¤nde in die H¼fte gestemmt. Er war etwas kleiner als Honshu und war weiblich. Das konnte Hargunten daran erkennen, das in der R¼stung, auf Brusth¶he zwei Beulen zu erkennen waren. Sie marschierte kurzerhand, nachdem sie sich die Szenerie angesehen hatte, hinter Honschu und trat ihm heftig auf den Schweif. Honshu br¼llte schmerzerf¼llt auf und hielt sich den Schweif.
" Adana musste das sein? Mein armer Schweif. Das hat wehgetan und auŸerdem hast du mir den Auftritt versaut." " Honshu halt die Fresse! W¼rde der groŸe Krieger wohl wieder Haltung annehmen und aufh¶ren sich seinen Schweif zu halten "žwie ein kleines Baby?" Danke!", spottete Adana. Sofort nahm Honschu wieder Haltung an konnte sich aber ein Grinsen nicht verkneifen.
" Ich m¶chte mich f¼r meinen Leutnant entschuldigen, er will immer der Erste auf einem neuen Planeten sein. Dann zieht er so eine Show ab. Es tut mir leid wenn er sie erschreckt haben sollte, er wollte sich n¤mlich gerade entschuldigen oder Honshu?" " Jawohl Pr¤torin Adana. Es Tut mir leid falls ich euch erschreckt haben sollte. War nicht beabsichtigt." sagte er immer noch grinsend. " Sie m¼ssen dann wohl Oberst Hargunten sein oder? Ich bin Pr¤torin Adana vom 2 Hyrikan Regiment die Gray Templars". " Jab der bin ich Oberst Hargunten vom 210 Sp¤her Regiment VED auch die Spinnen genannt".
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Ein Fl¼stern im Sturm Part 6 by Becks
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Vorneweg ersteinmal eine kleine Warnung. Aller wahrscheinlichkeit kommt es in dieser Geschichte zu explizit beschriebenen sexuellen Handlungen aller Art (ich kenne ja die lieben User hier ^-^) und sie ist daher nicht f¼r Jugendliche unter 18 Jahren geeignet.
Wie ihr oben schon gelesen habt, m¶chte ich hier mal ein kleines Experiment starten. Ich m¶chte erreichen, dass ALLE User (also auch die, die sich eine eigene Geschichte zutrauen, oder einfach keinen Bock haben eine solche zu schreiben) an dieser Geschichte mitschreiben. Das ganze l¤uft nach dem klassischen Rollenspiel- Shema ab. Der erste (also ICH! :3) beschreibt eine Szenerie und alle anderen k¶nnen sich interaktiv einbringen. Das wiederum heiŸt: Jeder hat die M¶glichkeit zu schreiben, wie er handelt, Dialoge mit anderen "MItspielern" f¼hren oder auch dem anderen einfach mal was auf die -mme geben ^-^. Der Phantasie sind keine Grenzen gesetzt...
... wobei: DOCH! Einige Regeln sollten ALLE einhalten, damit das "Spiel" auch allen SpaŸ macht.
Die Posts schreibt ihr einfach als Kommentare unter die Story. Gesprochenes in "...", Gedanken in Kursiv, und Outgamekommentare (also jenen die nicht zur Geschichte geh¶ren) bitte in viereckige Klammern.
bleibt realistisch. Wenn eure Charas besondere F¤higkeiten haben, macht sie nicht zu unbesiegbaren "Haudraufschweinen", oder alles-vernichter-Magiern. Wenn es mal zu streitigkeiten kommt, sollte jeder die Chance haben, den anderen auch zu besiegen. ^-^ Ihr braucht NICHT nur Anthros spielen. Menschen gehen genauso, m¼ssen aber genau so realistische gespielt werden.
Orphian ist eine Stadt des Friedens. Solltet ihr also auf die Idee kommen, unbeteiligte Passanten zu bel¤stigen, zu verm¶beln, oder gar zu t¶ten, macht euch auf die Gnadenlose Rache der Spielleitung (ALSO MIR! ) gefasst. In diesem Fall werde ICH zu einem unbesigbaren Schwein, dass den betreffenden gnadenlos T-TET. F¼r K¤mpfe sprecht euch bitte mit den Gegnern ab und schreibt gemeinsam an der Kampfszene.
Unser erstes Setting, ist eine mittelalterliche Stadt. Das bedeutet fr euch: Keine Laserkanonen, keine Hightech- Hovercraft Autos (bzw. gar keine Autos) usw. Bitte schreibt auch, euren M¶glichkeiten entsprechend im passenden "Slang" Ich m¶chte euch auŸerdem bitten nur in dieser Stadt zu bleiben.Es wird sonst schwierig zusammen zu spielen, wenn ale in einer anderen Stadt sind. Es gibt ja genug M¶glichkeiten Abenteuer in einer Stadt zu erleben.
Schreibt bitte vor eurem ersten Post eine kleine "UŸERLICHE Beschreibung eures Charakters. Also sein Aussehen. Ihr m¼sst nat¼rlich nicht eure Fursona nehmen. Ihr k¶nnt auch etwas ganz neues erfinden. Sollten euch im Spiel Fragen ¼ber Dinge in eurem Leben gestellt werden, sorgt daf¼r, dass ihr eine sch¶ne Vorgeschichte eures Chars bereit habt. Hauptsache stimmig. Theoretisch k¶nnten die also auch aus der Zukunft kommen und sich das Leben in Orphian ausgesucht haben weil...
Die Posts k¶nnen immer dann kommen, wenn ihr Zeit habt. Solltet ihr euch in einem Gespr¤ch befinden, beeilt euch aber bitte, damit der Verlauf nicht aufgehalten wird. Es gibt keine MIndestmenge oder so. Jeder kann so viel posten, wie er mag. Aber bitte nicht so viel, dass die anderen nicht mehr mit dem Nachleden nachkommen.
Mehr als ein Char ist erlaubt, k¼mmert euch aber in dem Fall darum, dass ihr den ersten nicht vernachl¤ssigt.
Die Geschichte beginnt sofort. Ihr k¶nnt also jederzeit loslegen.
Eine Hintergrundgeschichte und eine Aufgabe die es zu erf¼llen gibt, gibt es, aber momentan nur in meinem Kopf. Findet sie heraus.
So das wars ersteinmal an Regeln, aber seit sicher, wenn mir noch etwas einf¤llt, erg¤nze ich das ganze noch.
PS: Yiffen ist nat¼rlich ausdr¼cklich erw¼nscht. W¤re ja langweilig wenn nicht. Aktualisierung der Regeln auf Wunsch und Anregung von Nikro Magami - Viele liebe Gr¼Ÿe von mir!
"Hunter" Hunter ist ein blauer Wolf, der grunds¤tzlich nur mit einem ledernen Lendenschurz durch die Lande reist. Er tr¤gt einen ca. 2m langen Stab bei sich, der ihn um knappe 10cm ¼berragt. Sen blaues Fell ist sehr kurz, auŸer ¼ber der Brust. Da tr¤gt er sein Fell fast Handlang. Hunter ist Bisexuell, ist also weder M¤nnchen, noch Weibchen abgeneigt und er ist ein wahrer Sch¼rzenj¤ger. Sieht er ein Wesen, dass seinen Vorstellungen entspricht, z¶gert er nicht, dieses auch anzusprechen.
"Orphian... endlich angekommen!" Der blaue Wolf, der sich selbst Hunter nannte, stand vor den Toren der Stadt. Nur 2 Gardisten standen rechts und Links des Tores und scherten sich gar nicht um den Fremden, der da ankommt.
Langsam ging er an diesen gepanzerten Wesen vorbei. Der Panther, der rechts vom Tor stand, war etwa so groŸ wie er selbst und sehr breitschultrig. Oder war das nur die R¼stung? Hunter sch¼ttelte den Kopf. "Konzentrier dich!" ermahnte er sich in Gedanken. "Du hast noch was vor." Er ging schnurstracks an den Wachen vorbei und achtete nun bewusst nicht auf den 2. Wachman.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! Endlich drin!" Hunter schnaufte vernehmlich auf. Sein erster Weg f¼hrte ihn in die Taverne. Als erstes wollte sich der Wolf dann doch ein Bier g¶nnen. Seine Angelegenheiten konnte er auch morgen noch kl¤ren.
Doch bis zur Taverne kam er gar nicht erst. Als er in die die n¤chste StraŸe einbog, lief er direkt in eine groŸe Menge, die wohl auf den groŸen Wochenmarkt wolten. "Wie soll ich denn da reinkommen?" Der Wolf sah sich um und suchte nach einer M¶glichkeit durch die Menge zu kommen, um die Taverne zu erreichen...
Nach einigen Anl¤ufen schaffte er es auch, die T¼r zur Taverne "zu goldenen Reh" zu erreichen. Schnaufend ¶ffnete er die T¼r.
Der Schankraum war relativ leer. Am Tresen saŸ ein Drachen mit langem braunen Umhang und schien zu schlafen. Einer der anderen Tische war besetzt mit einem orang-schwarz gestreiften Tiger, der den groŸen Wolf mit interessiertem Blick musterte. "Na das kann ja noch lustig werden" Hunter konnte sich ein Grinsen nicht verkneifen.
Er orderte ein Bier und setzte sich zu dem Tiger. "Den G¶ttern zum GruŸe Fremder, was f¼rt euch in unsere sch¶ne Stadt?" Der Tiger hatte eine angenehme dunkle Stimme. "Ich habe hier etwas zu erledigen..." "Aber doch bestimmt heute nicht mehr, oder? Ihr seht ersch¶pft aus von der langen Reise. Ich habe hier im Reh ein gem¼tlches Zimmer, dass ich nur ungern allein bewohnen m¶chte..."
"Woah! Der geht ja ganz sch¶n ran" Hunter wusste nicht wie ihm geschieht. Normalerweise war ER doch derjenige, der solche Dinge zuerst aussprach. Entsprechend seiner Verwirrung musste er auch ausgesehen haben, denn der Tiger lachte laut auf. "Keine Angst. Es ist ein groŸes Zimmer mit 2 Betten. Es ist nur zu groŸ..."
Hunter sah den ihm fremden an und nickte langsam. Vielleicht ergab sich ja doch noch was. Er sah verdammt gut aus...
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Orphian by Kalem Ishtarr
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COCKFIGHTING
Far up top on a dangerous moor. Two bold souls fought where none had before. Amongst each other, their fur lay bare. No tricks to hide in the silky hair. They face each other with a bold step.
and off one goes when the other leapt-
Blades unsheathe with grins of vice. Prepared for battle with stares of ice. The white thrusts, the black shall parry. Tides of emotions burn for which they carry.
A stroke from the black with vicious counter. Makes the white hiss with flounder. It is strange as I watch this duel, shiny horns glinting by the moon. Erstwhile in company of the unicorns, curious which shall win the boon. Glory forsakes me, as I watch manes fly. The beauty of the two makes me cry.
Rather dodgy fellow is the silver furred male. Indeed, this will be the beginning of a tale!
A mortal had never seen such a fight. Rapiers in hand, ensnared by vagrant moonlight.
The black corn with his red eyes shoves his opponent back. He fell to the ground as the dark went on the attack. Each slash through the air whistled through the breeze.
But the white, by glories' light!-
He dodged the hacks with ease!
Had I known how graceful two duelists are: In skill and honored sanctity-how they bare a scar.
Onward the ivory jabs with a sudden flick. But the black is fast, and he dodges it quite quick.
My jaw hangs open as they wrest and wield in contest. Stares like daggers in the air, chilly breath blowing through their hair. A mist goes past them like a haunted ghost. But they ignore it like guards at their post.
A howl at twilight, leaves swept through their way. Errant little distractions for equines busy at play. A beast howls through the trees, hungry with a call. The unicorns are busy though; they ignore it all.
Then I realize what I had watched; not a duel; not even a fight. Instead, you must realize, what they were doing was not quite right.
Out sprayed from the white, a shiny stream of fluid-sparkly droplets about. At first I thought he was dying, but then I had my doubts.
Coming closer I did freak; that was not blood from a leak.
All it was...
I know because...
Two rapiers were the girth of branches, not sticks. No, what the unicorns had dueled with were their dicks!
I paled as I watched them have at each other with vicious amused regard. Not only were their faces stern, but their muscled bodies and cocks were hard!
Only in a dream, can a man watch gay unicorns play in this manner. Iron fleshy organs out-held, slamming the other like a hammer.
"Holy fuck! I must be dreaming, this must be a lie! I don't remember this as a fantasy for a mundane guy!" I did call out, and my voice was stunned. Watching two well-hung studs cum over-
I was outgunned!-
"What do we have here?" Remarked the black, to my fear.
"Perhaps he will be fun." Mused the white, thinking they both had won.
But I was not born for unicorn pleasure. Where had that been on a ledger?
"Please go back to your duel." I admonished, feeling a fool.
They ignored me with amused eyes, erect organs between their thighs. Glistening flesh like silken power. I felt all my confidence sour.
"But you don't listen, do you slut? Me and my lover are in a rut! Come to me and serve my lust. For both of us are stallion's in full musth!" Declared the white with his pink...nose. Cockhead suddenly blossoming out like a rose. Fluid dripping out like a little brook. Thus he laughs and bobs his head as I take my look.
"To look is to buy." Said the black. Well, I might be high like a druggie on crack!
They laugh much engrossed with the joy of their game. But between shit and the shock, I'd felt about the same. As they look me over, I quickly find. I am trapped much so in a sticky bind.
The black snaps my mouth open to look at my teeth. The white pokes my body like a grader of beef. Then they nod and switch their places. Leaving me in awe with the grins on their faces.
Then I give a yelp like a violation of my soul. For the black began to dig a thick finger in my hole. And as I cry and shudder. As I whine, protest and stutter. I feel it all so cruel. From horny unicorns who duel.
"Please, stop, have mercy!." I loudly declare, but the black simply responds;
"Be silent, my mare."
And I knew with a shock. I would service both cocks.
"But, wait-" I yelp in response to the big finger.
I receive a slap on the ass with a sting that still lingers.
"Quiet, little filly. We'll stretch you out nice. Then you can take us, as you fill out our vice."
But vice would not fill me, I knew that too well. And when he shoved in two, I wanted to yell.
Why they wanted me, out of all others to seek. None of it made a difference, as they both made me freak. What huge bodies towered over me like giants. But I would not let them win; I'd remain ever defiant.
"Did you forget who your masters are?" Said the red-eyed stallion with a coat slick like tar.
"Yes, a pity his memory doesn't last."
But I did learn, and the white slapped me right fast.
Across the cheek with his hand. A wicked smile with silent demand. Two needy members glisten by star's light. Flexing and bobbing with their amused might.
Three fingers working in my ass. And they tore and thrust quite fast. I knew the stallions could not wait. They drooled in impatience with lust to sate.
"You teach me only hate. Prolong only fear. Stop treating my body like I were your steer!" And I spat in the face of the ivory foe. Who responded to that with a smile and firm blow.
"You are both bastards, and you'll burn in hell."
"Why don't we do a little show and tell?" Then with a jeer, the cocks crept ever near. I felt their warmth burn on the skin of my chest. And that got me horny, indeed, I confess.
"Show us how you play. When given new toys. And no funny tricks; we know all those ploys."
So I licked a pink head to the grunt of the white. And I knew with some dread, I'd remember this night. Many can claim to dream of exotic porn. But few can claim the rape of a unicorn.
I love horses; apparently, they love me. This is the last place I thought I'd be. I blush as I suck, moan as I'm fucked. Four fingers, now, tearing me apart. But I knew with a shock the pair'd won my heart.
How somber are the blue eyes and the line of those lips. So much more honest than their slanted penis tips. Horses are always stern, when I see they don't smile. But I can see now, clearly, that rape isn't their style.
"You like to be our pet?"
And I nodded without regret.
The powerful white uni hugged and licked my face. And he gave a long kiss to share his taste. I drunk in his flavor, got high on his smell. Then a whole fist rung me like a bell. Up and down it churned all around. And each peal I gave was the clearest of sound. They laughed as he played me. I came cause he made me.
Then he removed his arm. Thus meaning no harm. They leave me in the grass and continue their match. Laughing ever loudly over their latest 'catch.'
Sunrise comes, and the unicorns disappear. Suddenly like smoke, much to my fear.
Strange things happen, when you wander late at night. Keep that in mind, if you see the pair fight.
Darkness dispels. Light banishes.
Never forget the balance.
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Cockfighting by FluffyPony
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Der nächste Tag brach heran, Surasshu und Luso befanden sich in der kleinen Stadt Revoir, da Surasshu nach ihrer letzten Mission einen Zusammenbruch erlitt und seitdem stark abwesend war.Die Sonne schien in das Zimmer, wärmte es in Sekundenschnelle auf und weckte die beiden. Surasshu erhob sich, schaute nach draußen und fragte sich, wo er sei.Plötzlich durchschoss ihn ein Bild: Blut, sein Schwert über einem verletztem Tier, der Wille es zu töten war gefasst doch dann hielt er an.
Er fasste sich an sein Gesicht und fragte sich, was geschehen war.Dann merkte er, dass seine Haare nicht mehr über seine Schulter strichen wie sie es sonst immer taten.Er stand auf, schaute in den Spiegel der an der Zimmertür hing und erschrak als er sich ansah.Seine Haare waren kurz und weiß, wie sie es zu Beginn seiner Reise waren."Was ist passiert?", fragte er und fasste an den Spiegel.
Sein Spiegelbild jedoch reagierte nicht, sondern stand nur da und lächelte ihn an während dessen Haare wieder länger und rot wurden.Sein Spiegelbild lächelte noch immer, bis es kurze Zeit später verschwand.Erschrocken schaute Surasshu sich im Zimmer um, als Luso sich plötzlich erhob.Er streckte sich ausgiebig, gähnte dabei und rieb sich dann die Augen.
Ohne zu warten fragte Surasshu ihn, was gestern passiert war.Bis ins kleinste Detail erzählte Luso ihm dann was gestern während der Mission vorgefallen war.Und als Luso dann erzählte wie Surasshu in Tränen ausbrach und wie seine Haare sich wieder zurückverwandelte lief ihm ein kalter Schauer über den Rücken.Was war mit ihm geschehen?Lag es etwa an dem, was er sah als sich in die Welt seines Schwertes dachte, an den Drachen der ihm gegenüberstand und ihm etwas über den Bewohner erzählen wollte kurz bevor er wach wurde.
Luso schaute ihn an, merkte das etwa nicht mit ihm stimmte, doch konnte er ihm diese Frage nicht stellen.Zwei Stunden später machten sich die beiden dann auf den Heimweg und durchquerten eine grüne Hügellandschaft."Sag mal Surasshu, wann machst du dir eigentlich eine neue Armschiene?", fragte Luso als ihm Surasshus nackter Arm auffiel.
Daraufhin betrachtete Surasshu seinen Arm; der Unterarm an dem sich ansonsten die Armschiene befand war frei.Langsam strich er mit der Hand über die Haut, sie war weich, warm und fühlte sich vertraut an."Merkwürdig, ich kann mich irgendwie nicht daran erinnern was mit der Schiene passiert ist.", murmelte er vor sich hin und schaute Luso dabei in die Augen.
Er hat einen Blick der aussagte, dass er sich an die Mission in der die Schiene zerstört wurde nicht mehr erinnern konnte."Scheinbar ist das, was in seinem Schwert ist daran Schuld.", schlussfolgerte er im Gedanken und schaute an den Schwertgriff.Nachdem was ihm geschehen war wollte er es nicht noch einmal wagen dort hinein zu gehen."Da bräuchte ich jemanden der Ahnung von Schwertern hat.
"Sofort vielem ihm Raio und Bertram ein, die einzigen deren Schwertkenntnisse größer waren als die der anderen.Am Abend erreichten die beiden dann CoralPort, wo sich scheinbar einiges getan hatte: überall wurden Stände aufgebaut, die Straßenlampen wurden mit Glühlampen in verschiedenen Farben bestückt und es roch nach gebratenem Fisch.
Lächelnd fragte Surasshu was hier los sei.Sie gingen durch die Straßen und sahen Alice, Aussa und Raio einigen Leuten beim aufbauen einer Statue zu.Die Statue saß aus wie eine Koralle mit einem lächelndem Gesicht.Auch die anderen des Clans halfen bei der Schmückung der Stadt.Als die beiden sich dann auf dem Marktplatz befanden fanden sie eine bunt leuchtende, musikalisch unterhaltene und gesprächige Gegend wieder, als wäre der Markt noch immer eröffnet.
Dort erfuhren sie dann auch was überhaupt los war: morgen Nachmittag begann die einwöchige "Korallenparade", ein Fest in dem das Korallenriff das sich im Meer vor der Stadt befand geehrt.Und aus diesem Grund wird die Stadt in allen möglichen Farben geschmückt, wodurch sie selbst zu einem riesigen Korallenriff werden würde."Woooah, das klingt ja richtig cool!", kommentierte Surasshu es und ging los um den anderen zu helfen.
"Bis eben wusste er nicht einmal was hier los ist und jetzt tut er so als würde er seit Jahren hier wohnen.", meinte Luso leise und setzte sich zu den anderen Leuten.Von denen erfuhr er, dass sie sich seit ihr Clan in ihrer Stadt nicht mehr wie eine Kleinstadt wie sie es vorher waren ansahen sondern als eine große Stadt mit einem Clan.Stunden später waren dann alle wieder in der Festung versammelt.
Dabei fiel ihnen Surasshus Frisur sofort auf.Nachdem Aussa, Shadow und Raio gefragt hatten was passiert war erzählte Luso ausgiebig was geschehen war. Surasshu schaute dabei nur schweigend zu, während Luso ohne ein Detail auszulassen erzählte.Mit offenen Augen und einem langen seufzen kommentierte sie was Surasshu passiert ist."Zudem kann er sich nicht mehr an die Mission in der seine Schiene zerstört wurde erinnern.", fügte Luso abschließend hinzu.
"Ich kann mich einfach nicht erinnern was damals passiert war...gut ein paar Kleinigkeiten sind noch in meinem Kopf doch der Rest ist wie weg radiert.", erzählte Surasshu und rieb sich an dir Stirn.Dann zog er sein Schwert und erzählte von seiner und Lusos Begegnung mit den Drachen und wie sich die jeweilige Begegnung abspielte. Bertram schien sehr interessiert an dieser Geschichte zu sein und hakte gleich nach.
Die anderen begaben sich zu Bett, nur noch Surasshu und Bertram bleiben zurück."Dieses Schwert besteht doch aus Blau-Stahl nicht wahr?", fragte er zuerst."Das ist es, aber der Drache, dem ich in meinem Traum begegnet bin meinte, es wäre aus den Schuppen eines Drachen.", antwortete Surasshu leise. Bertram lehnte sich zurück und überlegte.Aus den Schuppen eines Drachen also?Und trotzdem, egal wie lange er überlegte, er fand keine logische Erklärung dafür.
Stattdessen meinte er nur das Surasshu sich vielleicht ein paar Tage hinlegen sollte und versuchen sollte, noch einmal mit diesem Drachen in Kontakt zu treten."Vielleicht findest du dann ein wenig mehr heraus.", meinte er und verabschiedete sich von Surasshu um schlafen zu gehen. Surasshu blieb noch etwas da, dachte über das was Bertram sagte nach und ging ebenfalls schlafen.
Er öffnete die Augen.Um ihn herum nur Schnee und Eis.Ihm war nicht kalt sondern warm, als stünde er auf einer weiten grünen Wiese im Sommer.Er ging ein paar Schritte bis er wieder vor dem Drachen stand."Ich muss dich etwas fragen.", begann er.Der Drache schaute ihn an und sagte er kann ihn fragen."Ich möchte wissen wer in diesem Schwert haust und warum ich wieder so aussehe wie damals!", fragte er.
Daraufhin antwortete der Drache:"In diesem Schwert haust...ich kenne seinen Namen nicht, doch ich kann dir sagen das er dir sehr Nahe steht.Warum du wieder so aussiehst wie zu Beginn deiner Reise kann ich dir nicht sagen, ich weis nur das du dir deswegen keine Sorgen machen musst."
Surasshu öffnete seine Augen.Es war mitten in der Nacht als er aus seinem Traum erwachte.Er stieg aus dem Bett und ging nach draußen.Er ging die Steintreppe hinauf und ging über den Wall."Er kennt seinen Namen nicht.", flüsterte er vor sich hin als er plötzlich vor der Tür des Turms in dem Rieder immer war stand."Ob er wohl oben ist?", fragte er sich und öffnete langsam die Tür.
Hören konnte er niemanden.Trotzdem packte ihn die Neugier und er ging die Treppenstufen hinauf.Dort saß er dann, Rieder, das einzige Clanmitglied über das Surasshu noch weniger wusste als über die zwei Neuzugänge Sylvia und Khad. Er saß da, schaute aus dem Fenster hinaus und bemerkte ihn erst, als er ganz oben war."Warum bist du hier?", fragte Rieder ihn ohne dabei zu ihm zu schauen.
"Die gleiche Frage könnte ich dir auch stellen.", erwiderte Surasshu und ging näher auf ihn zu.Er setzte sich zu ihm."Ich bin hier oben weil ich an Betten nicht gewöhnt bin.Eine Steinwand an die ich mich lehnen und eine Decke auf der ich sitzen kann kommen mir viel heimische vor als auf einer Matratze zu liegen.", antwortete er im selben Ton wie er sonst immer auch redet, ruhig und ohne irgendeine Emotion dahinter.
Sein Gesicht, was man davon erkennen konnte verzog seit er ihn traf niemals die Miene, als hätte er nur ein Gesicht."Wer bist du?", fragte Surasshu ihn aus heiterem Himmel.Das brachte Rieder dazu zu ihm zu schauen.Er verstand die Frage nicht."Wer steckt hinter diesen Bandagen?Ein Mensch oder etwas anderes?", fragte Surasshu erneut und schaute dabei mit einem recht ernstem Blick.
Wortlos fasste Rieder sich dann an die Bandagen an seinem Kopf und nahm sie langsam ab.Was zum Vorschein kam war das Gesicht eines Jungen mit kurzen braunen Haaren."Hinter diesen Bandagen befindet sich ein Mensch, sonst nichts.Ich bin ein Mensch, sonst nichts.Egal was du gehofft hattest zu entdecken wenn ich dir mein Gesicht zeige, hier ist es.", sagte er und schaute ihn an.Lange schaute Surasshu den Junge an, schüttelte den Kopf und bedankte sich bei ihm.
"Für was?", fragte Rieder."Das du mir dein Gesicht gezeigt hast, Rieder.Jetzt kenne ich dich schon ein Stück mehr und das freut mich.", antwortete er und ging wieder runter."Er kennt mich nun etwas mehr.", wiederholte Rieder den Satz noch einmal und schaute dann wieder hinaus.Irgendwann stand er auf, ging zu dem Zimmer das für ihn bereit gemacht wurde und legte sich in das dortige Bett.Zuerst bereitete es ihm großes Unbehagen dort zu liegen, doch schließlich schaffte er es einzuschlafen.
Der nächste morgen; die Stadt CoralPort wurde mehr und mehr zu einem farbenfrohen Korallenriff, in dem jeder bereitwillig half, alles für die kommende Korallenparade bereit zu machen.Während Raio, Hiita, Alice und Shadow das riesige Banner mit dem Zeichen des Clans über den beiden Türmen der Festung befestigten, bauten Ryu und Eria die restlichen Stände auf.Zudem kamen auch schon die ersten Besucher in die Stadt um die Parade zu bewundern.
Im selben Moment bauten Natsu, Wynn, Shiba und zusammen mit den anderen Stadtbewohnern die Paradewagen auf. Surasshu und Luso waren größtenteils damit beschäftigt, Besuchern ihren Clan und das Gebäude zu zeigen. Surasshu fiel es bereits wieder leichter, etwas zu sagen und seine Gedanken waren auch etwas geordneter als vorher.Besonders die Gespräche mit den vielen verschiedenen Leuten gefielen ihm, vor allem da sie immer nett zu ihm waren.
Pünktlich um drei Uhr Nachmittag begann dann die Korallenparade.
Die Massen strömten in die Stadt, die bereits vorgewärmten Grille der vielen Essensstände liefen nun völlig heiß, die Musikanten und Tänzer verwandelten jede Straße in eine malerische Gegend und der Clan Drachenherz war in der gesamten Stadt verteilt und zeigte sich von seiner besten Seite."Das Fest ist echt einen Besuch wert.", meinte Alice als sie zusammen mit Raio und Rockwell durch die Straßen ging.
"Vor allem die ganzen kleinen Korallen hier und da lassen das hier wirklich wie ein kleiner Korallenriff aussehen.", fügte Raio hinzu und biss dabei in seine Zuckerwatte.Und obwohl Rockwell nichts sagte konnte man an seinen funkelnden Augen erkennen das es ihm ebenfalls gefiel.Auf dem Marktplatz, dem Ort an dem sich die meisten Personen befanden verkauften Bertram und Rieder die von ihnen am morgen gebackenen Kekse.
"Ein Glück das ich alle möglichen Sorten gemacht hab.", dachte Bertram sich nur da jeder Kunde etwas anderes haben wollte.Es gab alles mögliche: Kekse mit Streuseln aller Art, mit Zuckerguss, Nüssen oder sogar kleinen Fruchtstücken wie es ihm gefiel. Surasshu, Luso, Shadow und Shiba begrüßten und zeigten den Besuchern ihren Clan und stellten dabei die Mitglieder vor die in der Festung geblieben waren.
Dabei machten sie auch die Bekanntschaft von Sylvia und Khad, die sich um Nari während des Festes kümmerten.Mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht begrüßten die beiden die Besucher, das Sprechen wurde jedoch von Sylvia übernommen, da niemand Khad verstand."Dieses Fest ist einfach großartig oder?", fragte Surasshu die anderen."Es geht so.", antwortete Luso halblaut.
"Was redest du denn da, Luso?Dieses Fest ist doch einfach der Hammer!", kommentierte Shadow seine Antwort und machte dabei schon beinah einen Freudensprung."Khad gefällt das auch!", fügte Sylvia hinzu. Khad schaute sie während sie für ihn redete an und wurde dabei ein wenig rot, was den dreien sofort auffiel, doch keiner sagte etwas.Die Restlichen Mitglieder des Clans waren entweder an den Ständen, tanzten auf dem Marktplatz oder lauschten einfach der Musik."Und vergesst den Höhepunkt heute Abend nicht.", meinte Aussa als sie sich zu ihnen setzte.
Mit dem Untergehen der Sonne wurden die Lichter in der Stadt eingeschaltet, was die kleinen Korallenstücke überall in der Stadt zum funkeln brachte wodurch alles aussah wie ein riesiger Regenbogen.Die Stimmung erreichte einen neuen Höhepunkt, die Leute bewunderte das sich ihnen gebotene Schauspiel und verloren sich für einen kurzen Moment in ihren Gedanken."Als würde man in einem Korallenriff stehen.", meinte ein Passant und hielt dabei seine Frau fest im Arm.
In diesem Moment begann der von Aussa erwähnte "Höhepunkt":
Eria schaute sich das Funkeln einen Moment an und lies dann ihre Hände sinken.Die Personen die gerade am Strand vorbeigingen sahen, wie das Wasser immer schneller ans Ufer schwappte und wieder zurückging; die Gischt schäumte sich mit jedem mal mehr und mehr auf als es plötzlich über sie zog.Mit einer fließenden Armbewegung lies sie das Wasser über die Stadt, vorbei an den staunenden Gesichtern der Leute ziehen und erzeugte dabei eine unbeschreiblich schöne Wasserreflektion der Stadt über ihnen.
Sie streckte ihre Arme aus, dass Wasser folgte und formte somit einen Stern der sich langsam begann zu drehen; und mit ihr die Reflektion. So sah das Bild jedes mal anders aus, da das Wasser trotz allem noch immer in Bewegung war."Also dann, Hiita, Natsu, Rockwell: fangen wir mit dem Feuerwerk an!", rief Luso währen die vier im Kreise standen.
Links und rechts schossen rote Feuerfontänen hinauf, Rockwell schoss seine Pfeile in die Luft an denen er zuvor Feuerwerkskörper angebracht hatte. Luso belegte die Pfeile mit einem Schutzzauber wodurch sie einfach durch das Wasser stachen und dann erst über diesem explodierten.Dadurch entstand ein gewaltiges Feuerwerk, das von Hiitas und Natsus Flammen noch imposanter wurde.
"Und du bist dir sicher das du das machen willst, Surasshu?", fragte Bertram ihn.Die beiden standen auf einem von Aussa geschaffenem Abhang während sie ihre Schwerter fest in der Hand hielten."Du hast selber gesagt: der beste Weg wieder so zu werden wie vorher ist das ich trainiere!Also dann, legen wir los!", antwortete er und konzentrierte sich auf sein Schwert.
Bertram hob sein Katana, schloss die Augen und schwang einen Halbkreis damit. Surasshu öffnete die Augen, um ihn und Bertram sammelte sich eine Eis-Aura, die sie dann gemeinsam auf das Wasser schossen.Das Wasser gefror vollständig und stand still über der Stadt und drohte herabzufallen, als plötzlich Raio von oben angeflogen kam.Dieser wurde von Wynn mithilfe eines Luftzuges nach oben befördert.
So fest er konnte umklammerte er seinen Claymore, wirbelte ihn und schlug dann direkt auf der Mitte des Eises ein."Splitter-Hieb!", schrie er und drückte noch einmal nach.Von seiner Position zogen gewaltige Risse über das Eis, die es dann zum zerspringen brachten.Und es waren keine riesigen Stücke die herabfielen, Raios Angriff war so stark, dass er das Eis förmlich pulverisierte.
Die kleinen, Schneeflocken-ähnlichen Eiskristalle fielen hinunter und scheinten noch immer in dem Licht das sie zuvor im Wasser eingefangen hatten und wurden zu einer Art herunterfallendem Regenbogen.Doch das war noch nicht das Ende: mit einem Pinsel in der Hand konzentrierte Alice all ihre Energie und malte aus den Kristallen das Zeichen des Clans in den Himmel: es war ein Herz in dessen inneren sich ein Drache befand.
"Frohes Korallenfest wünscht euch der Clan Drachenherz!", rief Surasshu von dem Abhang in die Stadt und bekam als Antwort lautes jubeln und Freudenschreie."Haec gens ipsa vera miracula .", meinte Khad zu Sylvia als die beiden das Schauspiel von der Festung aus beobachteten.Sie nickte und nahm seine Hand."Ja das ist er.Komm, gehen wir in die Stadt.", erwiderte sie und zog ihn in die Stadt wo das Fest auf sie wartete.
Hiita ging zu Natsu und klopfte ihm auf die Schulter."Hast echt was drauf, kleiner Bruder.", meinte sie lachend."Muss ich ja auch wenn ich besser sein will als du!", antwortete er in einem vorlauten Ton, der sofort zu einem kleinen "Feuergefecht" zwischen den beiden auslöste.Kopfschüttelnd sahen Rockwell und Luso den beiden dabei und zu während sie sich gegenseitig Komplimente für ihre gute Arbeit gaben.
Erschöpft lies Surasshu sich auf seinen Hintern fallen und atmete erst einmal tief aus. Bertram setzte sich zu ihm und fragte ihn wie es ihm ginge."Mir geht's gut, danke.", antwortete er und lächelte dabei.Und während sie so dasaßen sank der Abhang wieder und verschwand in der Erde.Glücklich über das Geschaffte rannte Aussa zu Surasshu der gerade aufstand und umarmte ihn."Hey, hey wofür ist das denn?", fragte er sie sofort.Sie lies ihn los und antwortete:"Dafür das du diesen Clan ins gegründet hast!"
Fortsetzung folgt...
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Drachenherz Teil 28 by Surasshu
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Text: Having been a smoker since the age of sixteen, Marti made many attempts to break the habit. She first went cold turkey at nineteen when she couldn't afford to buy cigarettes, but found herself bumming smokes at every opportunity.
At twenty-two, her boyfriend introduced her to nicotine gum. It tasted unsavory and did little for her cravings, so she dumped both the gum and the boyfriend.
At the age of twenty-five, she tried the patch. After making herself sick from applying too many at once, she found smoking to be safer after all.
Pushing thirty, Marti made a last-ditch effort at finding an alternative. Through extensive research, she happened upon electronic cigarettes. Not only did they appear to be healthier, but Marti was thrilled to find that they came in delicious flavors.
After slogging through the flood of reviews, message boards, videos, and testimonials, Marti wearily settled on a brand of e-cigarette at random and ordered a getting-started kit.
When the box arrived, Marti spent the afternoon reading manuals and preparing. Jargon such as "atomizer" and "vaping" along with the assembled cigarette looking like a black magic marker made her feel like a science fiction character. She filled a blank cartridge with dulce de leche flavor, loaded it, and took her first vape.
It was heavenly.
Marti drained the cartridge dry, finding it increasingly difficult to exhale the delicious vapor. With her second cartridge (this time, chocolate mousse) Marti trapped the vapor within her, savoring each vape like a consummate stoner, before exhaling.
With the third cartridge, caramel mocha, Marti didn't exhale. Instead, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a delicious dreamscape. She didn't notice her jeans' tightness until the cartridge was empty. She ran her hands up and down her figure and released her vapor in a gasp of shock. Her breasts were more buoyant, her flat stomach was flat no longer, and her hips had enough swagger to knock a military contingent dead.
Marti scoured the documentation and found nothing about electronic cigarettes having "increased voluptuousness" as a side-effect. Was trapping the vapor causing the dramatic change in her physiology? Curiosity got the better of her, so she took in cherry cola flavored cartridge four.
By the end of the cartridge, the button of her jeans rocketed to freedom. A round belly poked from beneath her top and her brassiere seemed four sizes too small. As Marti made her way to her mirror for inspection, she felt as though she was hopping on the moon.
Sans clothing, she looked like a hyper-sexualized love doll made real. Despite the enormity of her breasts, they were perkier than ten years ago. Her stretched belly was less like a gut and more like a dome, and she swore that her robust thighs squeaked as they brushed together. When she gazed over her shoulder to get an eyeful of her backside, her jaw dropped. Her widened hips melded into an ass of immeasurable size. All she could think was that she looked like "one of those rap guy's girlfriends."
Through poking and pinching, she discovered that her skin yielded but it had no heft. It was as though her meat was as insubstantial as the vapor she absorbed. This enraptured her.
With the fifth (French vanilla) cartridge down, she could jump to the ceiling and float down as lightly as a feather. Her billowing hips and buttocks were too broad to fit comfortably on her couch and her abundant breasts and belly obscured most of her vision.
By the sixth cartridge, banana crème, Marti was floating both literally and metaphysically.
Her body was more a collection of luscious spheres than anything that resembled a normal feminine silhouette by the time she drained her seventh cartridge of its apple pie flavor. She could no longer maneuver herself to the ground to refill her cartridge. Worse yet, Marti's arms were too fluffy for the dexterity needed to put the e-cigarette to her lips.
Having vaped herself into a human zeppelin, Marti helpless bobbed against the ceiling while pouting and creaking.
Darkness fell and her body was no less pneumatic. Though Marti couldn't see the time, her roommate should be home shortly. They would then figure out a way to get Marti down that didn't involve sharp objects. In the mean time, Marti lulled herself to sleep with thoughts of open windows and fluffy, vanilla-flavored clouds.
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Warning for hot gay sex... Gelding sheath/cunt boi... Tiger... Zebracorn... Voyeurism...
This is a gift story for the highly cute and super sweet (!("robin-tiger"((%5C ""robin-tiger"") robin-tiger Hope you enjoy it sweety
Tiger Pounced
The tall, sleek, orange, black and white striped feline slowly and sensuously slid his huge paws up and down the passive equine's broad inner thigh's. One big paw sliding up to the Zebracorn's smooth flat crotch, exploring that velvety flat spot where the gelding's fat proud jewels had once been. A shiver ran down his strong feline spine, as he looked up at the handsome striped muzzle watching him. Even as his finger tip's moved up to that limp baggy black sheath. "May I?" Robin Tiger asked softly as his fingers teasingly rubbed over that smooth hot flesh.
"You can do whatever you like sweety." Hooves soft deep voice purred lustfully, as he watched the Tiger between his long sexy equine legs. Slowly Robin rubbed a single finger tip around the rim of that big empty sheath. Before plunging it down into Hooves hot sheath opening, thrusting it deeper and deeper into the sexy Zebracorn's crotch. The heat and dampness both increasing as he explored Hooves empty cock slot. As the Zebracorn's own big three fingered hands, reached up to stroke gently up and down the sleek Tiger's sides. That silky fur feeling delightful under his finger tip's, as the felines powerful muscles corded and bunched under it.
"I wanta fuck it." He purred with a soft smile, as he admired the big sleek black and white striped equine's powerful male body.
"Ummmm that's what I like to hear..." Hooves whinnied softly, as the tall feline leaned forwards over him. Those big deadly paws pressing down on his hard muscular chest, as the sexy Tiger positioned himself over that denuded crotch. Hooves nimble hands slipped down to grasp Robin's hard cock, pulling it down and guiding it into his empty sheath.
"Ohoooooooo." Robin moaned loudly, as his pointed cock head slipped into that hot surprisingly damp opening.
"You like that?" The total gelding moaned softly in inquiry, even as the horny Tiger speared the rest of his length into that hot wet hole.
"Ohoooo fuck yeah... pussy boi!" Robin teased softly, as he knew the gelding would enjoy it. While he just lay there for a moment, back arched, hip's thrust forwards hard male hood buried balls deep inside hooves body. Strong equine muscles gripping and squeezing his throbbing erection, even as the sexy striped feline slowly pulled back. "Damn you really want it... don't ya geldie."
"Yes... Rut me... rape me... make me squeal." Hooves begged passively, as the tall handsome feline's hip's dropped forwards. And settled into a steady rolling rhythm, the feline's fluffy ball sac beating against that flat, smooth crotch.
"Ummmm my pleasure..." Robin moaned as he felt those long striped equine leg's cross over his tail. Those hooves smacking against his ass cheeks like a rider spurring his mount on. So the pretty feline took the hint, and began to thrust harder and deeper. Even as Hooves bucked up into those strong rut thrusts, the gelding nickering and panting deeply. His big coal shove sized hands rubbing and petting the Tiger's sleek silky fur. As the pair grunted and withered against one another in lustful delight.
"Aahah... yeah that's it... lay it to me." The big Zebracorn moaned, craning his long equine neck up to plant a deep soulful kiss on Robin's fuzzy feline lip's. "Ammmmm..." The two of them sharing a long passionate kiss, the Tiger easily slipping his rough feline tongue into the equines mouth. Hooves soft lip's wrapping around that hot tongue, suckling on it gently as they shared the pleasure of their mouths. The Tiger's thrusting hip's rapidly gaining momentum, as the two of them slowly built towards orgasm. Moaning and gasping for breath, as the 'slap slap slap' of hard body against hard body grew louder.
"Oooooho... Ohoooo... fuck I... I'm gonna..." Robin moaned breathlessly, as his hip's redoubled their efforts driving that barbed feline cock even harder into the geldings soft boi cunt.
"Harder... Ohooo harder please..." Hooves begged, as the sleek sexy Tiger drove harder and fasted into the sexy striped equine. Obeying those loud needy demands, even while his own body screamed demands of it's own at him. Robin threw his head back roaring in pleasure, as his throbbing cock exploded deep inside of the squealing Zebracorn. Filling that empty cock sheath with his hot sticky cum... the two of them moaning and panting in pleasure. As they withered in bliss for a long moment, and then the Tiger collapses atop him... And then the room erupted in applause, as the watching audience saw the ending.
"Alllllrright..." The smiling Badger swept out onto the stage gesturing grandly, as the applause reached a crescendo. "Ok now who's going to be next?" He asked, as he looked out over the excited all male audience.
"I want the gelding." A sleek dark blue scaled Dragon called as he stood up, his buddies clapping him on the back and urging him on.
"The Tiger's cute..." A midnight black Unicorn stallion called as he studied Robin with his blazing scarlet eye's.
"AAlllrright then you two... come up here and give us a show." The smirking Badger called as he retreated from the stage, as the two audience member came up...
FIN
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I may be no more qualified than others who write sexy stories and post here; but I figured I would share what I have learned from reading and writing erotica for many years.
* The first and most obvious point is that erotica, unlike other kinds of writing, has a purpose and that is --to get the readers sexually aroused. I like erotica with a good story, sympathetic characters and colorful descriptions; but the story also needs to have strong sex scenes. Personally, I am more turned on by scenarios where the writer has used his or her imagination and stretched their vocabulary a bit. Falling back on generic words like 'cock', 'dick', 'cunt', 'pussy' with handy adjectives turns people into puppets.
* Know your audience. This means thinking about who will be reading your story. "Different strokes for different folks," starting with the fact that, in my experience, women and men are turned on differently. Men's default setting is visual:
* "She strode into the room boldly in white thigh-high boots of shiny patent leather. Her firm cheeks wobbled with each step."
* Women's default setting is more likely to be on what they hear and they listen for how people are feeling.
* "She made a point to stride into the room boldly; knowing the women would hate her Ferragamo thigh-high boots with four-inch spiked heels. She didn't care. All the men would be scoping out her gym-toned ass." If you are appealing to women readers take your time with descriptions.
* Descriptions and storytelling are foreplay. Don't be in a hurry. Tease. It is sexier to keep the couple apart and wanting each other than it is to rush to voracious tongue gobbling.
* The genre you choose to write in Sy Fy, BDSM, LGBTQ, Mature, First Time, Incest ... is going to change the kind of language you use to describe your scenes. People in those interest areas tend to be different ages with different levels of experience and of course different genders. It is fun to try your hand at some kind of erotica that maybe isn't your affinity group. Do your research. Know your vocab. Do you have to experience a group grope before you can write about an orgy? Maybe not; but you should have read enough stories of that ilk to know the ropes.
* Don't be a copycat. Think up something new or original to set your "nubile by her uncle's pool" off against a hundred others. What are some ways she appears different to him? Avoid bust measurements. Imagine a real person. What can she say that fascinates him? Why would she be intrigued by this older guy?
* Have a plot; something other than how they get in the sack. What scares her? What scares him? Is there a job they have to do together? Does either of them have a secret?
* How can the sex be unique? What can your characters do with their lips, teeth, tongues, fingers, knees, elbows? How detailed can you get in your description? What might he do with that heart-shaped mole just inside her left hip-bone?
* Don't forget the talk; especially if they are talking *instead* of having sex. How real can you make their language? What might she say that would send shivers up your spine? Use dialogue; seduction, insults, teasing. Avoid clichés. Just flip the usual a little to make it new. Instead of, "Baby, I so want to bite your nipples." How about, "Daffodil, I'm just dying to polish that puffy, pink oval." Yeah, nobody would ever say it. But you can.
* Let her climax. Maybe a few times before he gets off. Be imaginative about ways she can get her yayas. Spend some time up in her head. What does she want? What does she need? What can't she tell him or her? Of course men can fantasize too.
* Real people are sexy too. Not everyone has to be a Pam Anderson or Ryan Gosling clone. She can have a crooked nose. He can have a bald patch. Just make it something their partners love.
* It's OK if sex is normal. Chains or buttholes or slave language have their fans, but they are not the default for what is more sexy than normal. Your neighbor's husband across the fence or that mom in the supermarket can make for hotness; especially if they have sex *on* the fence or in the supermarket.
* Make your cast all ages.
* Laugh some.
I'm sure there's a bunch more. Try some of these and see if it doesn't zing up your stories. And here's a daring plan: Since I can't read a pile of other people's stories and still write my own; try yours on a real human being. Hmmm.
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o, no tenía miedo.
Perdone... -dijo mientras alargaba una garra hasta el hombro de la chaqueta. -¿Le ocurre algo?
Y no tardó demasiado en averiguar quien era. Su posible hipótesi sobre algún terrorista desapareció de repente al ver quien era: Una loba que poseía unos ojos verdes, con un pelaje de color marron medio negrizo a copos, como si alguien la hubiera hecho brillos del color de la oscuridad. Su morro era algo achatado, y no podía averiguar nada mas, puesto que el resto de su cuerpo estaba completamente ocultado por la ropa. Miraba a Lizar como dubitativa.
Es que... Yo... Me he perdido...
Vaya... Debe de ser una estrangera. -argumentó Soccho, acercándose mas y mirando a la loba. -Dígame, ¿Hacia donde se dirigía?
Hacia la... Universidad. -argumentó la hembra. -A buscar a mi hijo... Pero... Este lugar me es desconocido.
Vaya... Debe de ir en nuestra universidad, lo mas probable. -aclaró la águila dirigiéndose a Lizar. -Será mejor que la acompañemos.
Esta bien... Ah, veamos... Ella es Socchos, y yo soy... esto... Lizar. -se presentó, sorprendiéndose como de repente la loba sonreía suavemente.
Me alegro. Mi nombre es Rikai, encantada de conoceros, y disculpad las molestias, jóvenes aprendices.
"¿Jovenes aprendices?" -en ese momento a Lizar le descuadró la forma que tenía de hablar la extraña, pero decidió no hacer objeciones. Era extranjera, ¿No? Seguramente se debía a eso. Se pusieron uno a cada lado de la extrangera, y entre los dos, fueron trazando camino hacia la Universidad. En ningún momento la mujer parecía querer decir nada, y de hecho, no lo hizo hasta que llegaron al edificio.
¿Es este? -preguntó la loba, mirando seriamente la estructura grisácea.
Si... Ahora está algo apagado, los días de lluvia no animan a los alumnos pero... Sí, esta es nuestra universidad. Y seguramente la de su hijo, aunque me extraña. -explicó el Aguila, lo que hizo que la loba la mirara de forma interrogativa.
¿Por?
Porqué... Digamos que de lobos quedan muy pocos. -mencionó Soccho. -Cuando el alumno Bryce desapareció, muchos lobos dejaron el lugar.
Y no se sabe si fué la lluvia, o quizás es que le sentó mal el desayuno. Fuera como fuera, a Soccho se le encogió el corazón en cuanto vio la cara de disgusto que llevaba la loba encima.
¿Para mi?
Claro que sí.
Bryce dudaba aún que la caja de madera que le ofrecía Uros fuera para él, sobretodo con las escrituras japonesas de todos los tigres que formaban el clan. Para muchos era una caja verde, para él era azul, por su daltonismo, mas que nada. El césped del jardín en el que se encontraban, trasero a la casa, sin ventanas ni nadie que pudiera observarlo al no ser que estuviera dentro a causa de estar cercado también por grandes paredes, se agitó un poco por el viento, y el muchacho hizo un movimiento instintivo para ponerse el pelo en su lugar. Miró al lobo que tenía delante, y luego, cogió la caja, sentándose en el suelo. El mismo gesto fué el que realizó Uros, aunque con una posición mas propia de la raza.
Luego, las ansias de saber que había dentro se apoderaron de él. Con cuidado, trató de abrir la caja, y en cuanto sacó la tapa, miró el interior, dejando una expresión de sorpresa en su cara.
Allí dentro, enrollado de tal forma que parecía una bola de pelo, había un pequeño zorro blanquecino, con un pelaje extenso, mas grande que su mano, quizás medía dos palmos. La criatura parecía tan pequeña, por eso, que daban ganas de cogerlo y achucharlo.
Es... Precioso...
Y en ese momento, las orejas del zorro se agitaron levemente. Bryce observó como el pequeño abría los ojos levemente, y empezaba a levantarse, bostezando con cuidado, y desperazandose un poco. Tenía un rostro algo diferente, como el de un zorro de verdad, pero... Parecía incluso mas infantil. El pequeño abrió luego de repente los ojos, y miró a su alrededor, para mas tarde, abrirlos completamente.
Aiba... Mioko se ha dormido.
Y ahí le rompió.
Bryce se apartó de repente al oirlo hablar, llevándose una mano al pecho, e incluso tembló un poco en cuanto vió como el animal apoyaba las patas en el borde para asomar la cabeza y mirarle sorprendido. De repente saltó de la caja, cayendo al suelo, y se acercó poco a poco, a cuatro patas, hasta que finalmente le husmeó la mano llena de vello. Luego le miró, y se echó a reir.
¡¡Yupi!! ¡¡Mioko tiene Semu!! ¡¡Mioko está contento!!
¡¡¿¿Pero si habla??!! -exclamó Bryce al final. Luego miró a Uros, que parecía tan tranquilo, y le dijo: -¡¡Uros, este zorro habla!!
Ya lo sé, es normal. Es un Miosorento, al fin y al cabo.
¿Un... Que...?
Y de repente se acordó de lo que dijo Tora en su momento, cuando le mostró al Pelz. Entre los antropomorfos y los animales de verdad, parecía ser que existía una categoria intermedia, de origen, al menos para él, desconocido. Ahora entendía el aspecto tan extraño de aquel animal: No era un zorro enteramente. Le acercó la mano a la nuca, y en cuanto vió que podía tocarlo sin que le mordiera, sonrió.
Pero... Es un ser vivo... No podeis usarlo como regalo.
Y no es un regalo. -aclaró el lobo. -Lo encontramos en el bosque, lo mas probable es que perdiera a su manada, y decidimos que quizás podrías cuidarlo tu, aunque debes de tener cuidado... Son muy... hiperactivos.
Y antes de que pudiera reaccionar, Bryce ya tenía a Mioko correteando a su alrededor sin parar. Contento, echó a correr tras él para pillarlo, pero el zorro no se dejó capturar tan fácilmente, echando a correr hacia otros lares del jardín.
¡¡Será posible, espera a que te coja!! -exclamó Bryce ofendido. Y al cabo de unos segundos, ya estaban ambos corriendo de un lado a otro sin parar apenas. Uros se reía viéndolos tan felices, y se alegró de que el muchacho tuviera una capacidad tan grande de recuperación. De repente se sorprendió al ver como el híbrido capturaba al zorro tan deprisa, y se quedaban ambos tendidos en el suelo. El zorro parecía sorprendido de haber sido cogido tan deprisa, y miraba a bryce sin saber que hacer. -Te tengo. -dijo Bryce.
Jo... Mioko ha perdido...
Exacto. Y como has perdido... veamos... ¡Ah, ya sé! -lo cogió con ambas manos, y se lo puso encima de la cabeza. -A partir de ahora tendrás que estar en mi cabeza todo el día, ¿Vale?
¡¡Chiii!! ¡¡A Mioko le gusta!! -exclamó de repente, riéndose. Si, definitivamente aquella criatura era lo mas infantil que podía haber personificado. Bryce le acompañó con su propia risa, mientras trazaba el camino de nuevo hacia Uros, que los miraba divertido con los brazos cruzados.
Veo que os habéis hecho muy amigos. -dijo el lobo.
¡¡Si!! -exclamaron los dos de repente, y volvieron a reír de nuevo. -Sí, es un encanto. Cuidaré de él, tenlo por seguro. -mencionó Bryce.
Me alegro de que sea así. Veo que tienes muy buena mano con los pequeños.
Bueno... Es que cuando era un Dorei... También tenía que tener paciencia con ellos.
Y de repente un recuerdo se le cruzó por la mente. Hasta ahora, siempre se había hecho la idea de que había nacido prácticamente para ser Dorei Gakusei, pero... Ahora que sabía aquello, aquellos recuerdos no eran completamente ciertos.
Dorei... Así que estuviste como Dorei... -mencionó Uros. -Oye, Bryce... ¿Has logrado recordar algo de mí?
No... Lo he intentado, pero no... Me resultas familiar, por eso... Quizás por eso me caes bien...
Ya...
Las palabras de Bryce le hicieron bastante daño, y el chico se quedó sin saber apenas que hacer. Animar a Tora era fácil, le tenía siempre a su lado. Animar a Uros... Eso era muchísimo mas dificil.
Bryce... -empezó el lobo de nuevo, mirándole seriamente. -Oye... ¿Y como va eso de los Doreis?
Bueno... es algo dificil de explicar... Veamos. Se trata de gente que tiene que servir, y prácticamente todos son humanos. -mencionó. -Hay tres lineas: La Kioiku, que digamos que es la mas afortunada porque te saca de los lugares donde te meten muy deprisa, y se divide entre los Doreis Gakuseis, y los Sensei. Algunos de los humanos que van en la Universidad de Tora son Doreis Senseis. Los Gakuseis son los que se encargan de hacer las faenas de casa de los estudiantes, y los Senseis, de los profesores. Yo era un Gakusei.
Interesante... Continua.
Bien, había otra linea. Creo que era la Otona, y tenía a los Doreis Seiteku, y a los Doreis Ugoku. Y finalmente, tenemos a la línea Binijesuman, de los que solo se conocen a los Kijiyo. Los únicos que se mueven en realidad de un lado al otro del mundo son los Gakuseis.
Vaya... ¿Y Tora te reconoció así como así?
Pues no me lo ha explicado... Cuando le ví por primera vez, no me era nada familiar. Fue al día siguiente que se comportó de forma extraña conmigo y... Entonces me dí cuenta... Que me sentía atraído por él. Fue cuando Tora estaba en celo, así que supongo que en ese momento iba algo encendido conmigo.
De Tora me lo espero. Siempre ha ido encendido cuando está en celo. -se rió el lobo. -¿Y que? ¿Ya habeis tenido relación seria?
Hace tiempo.
Se produjo un silencio absoluto, en el cual solo Bryce mantenía una sonrisa de orgullo al recordar la experiencia.
¡¡¿¿Te lo has montado con Tora??!! -exclamó de repente el lobo.
Sí, y a decir verdad, me gustaría repetir. Ambos lo pasamos fenomenal... Aquella vez fué quizás un accidente, aunque queríamos reconocer nuestra relación de una maldita vez. -admitió sonriente. -La próxima vez, quiero que sea a conciencia... Uros... ¿Y esa cara?
Una cara de tristeza. Uros parecía fastidiado ante el comentario del muchacho, quizás incluso lo había deprimido un poco y todo, intención que no fue causada a conciencia por Bryce, que parecía algo sorprendido.
Uros...
No pasa nada... Es que... Uff... Si tu y Tora estáis íntimamente relacionados, ya solo quedo yo.
¿Tu? ¿Para que?
¡Para tener una relación séria, para eso! ¡Pero soy incapaz, maldita sea!
¿Incapaz? -Bryce se rió ante el comentario de Uros, y se acercó un poco a él, apoyando la mano en su hombro peludo. -Así que hay alguien ya, ¿no?
Si... Pero... No me atrevo... De hecho, creo que ni me conoce.
Uy... Cita a ciegas, eso fastidia bastante. Pues mira, por haberme ayudado a conocer a Mioko, te ayudaré a tí.
¿Que?
Pues eso, que me lleves hasta ella.
Uros fué a protestar, pero en cuanto vio a Bryce cogiendo la caja de madera y la tapa, decidió no decirle nada. En esos momentos era cuando se notaba que el muchacho iba en serio y que nada iba a sacarle la idea de la cabeza. Bryce se incorporó, y pasando un brazo por encima de los hombros del lobo, se lo llevó lentamente hacia la entrada, sin resistencia alguna por parte de Uros, que parecía incapaz de decirle nada. En un principio tendría que ser él el que fuera a conocerla, pero reconocía también que necesitaba un pequeño empujón para ello.
Lizar salió del despacho del secretario, llevándose una garra a la escamosa cabeza, completamente disgustado. Definitivamente, sacarse el título de traductor iba a ser bastante difícil, y no muchos lo lograban. Hasta ahora, los obstáculos que se había encontrado habían sido bastante fáciles, pero desde que había vuelto que se le había complicado la cosa. Aunque al hacer el cambio de nombre había podido conservar sus estudios, necesitaban una prueba para confirmarlos.
Tenía que traducir una obra del humano Shakespeare del inglés al japonés, cosa fina. Y no podía recurrir a una traducción ya hecha porque desde las batallas que los libros humanos habían desaparecido prácticamente del mapa, y solo se editaban los mismos a cuenta gotas y en su idioma original.
Se dirigió con paso lento hacia la biblioteca, pasando por un par de pasillos completamente vacios y llenos de armarios que esperaban que sus alumnos vinieran a recoger sus mochilas. Tenía un mes para traducir aquel libro, y no es que tuviera demasiadas ganas, pero si quería vivir en un futuro próximo, ya podía espabilarse. Se animó como si nada, y a paso rápido, fué hasta la habitación llena de libros para pedir el suyo.
No lo tenemos.
¿Y cuando... os llegará? -preguntó Lizar a la bibliotecaria, una dragona rojiza, con los párpados anaranjados, y bastante rellenita. Sus cuernos, redondeados, se inclinaban hacia adelante, y sus alas eran como dos extensiones de su piel que se estiraban por voluntad propia, alejándose de un cuerpo bastante rechoncho. La bibliotecaria, llamada Ky?kasho (O eso parecía, por lo que decía su tarjeta de visita que llevaba colgada en su camisa azul) le miraba sorprendida.
Lo mas probable es que tengamos que encargarlo y que nos tarde bastante.
Ya... Grácias...
Tendría que recurrir a Internet otra vez. Asintiendo con la cabeza, se dió la vuelta, y salió de aquel lugar, tomando camino hacia la salida de la universidad. Allí no tenía nada mas que hacer, puesto que ya había sido informado al respecto de su ejercicio final. Ahora tendría que ponerlo en práctica.
Lo primero que hizo en cuanto llegó a casa fue ir a su habitación. Su madre no estaba,así que no era de extrañar que no se hubiera molestado en preguntar. En cuanto se sentó delante del portatil, revisó el chat, pero nadie había dicho nada acerca del tema que buscaba. Cerró la ventana al final, cansado, y empezó a buscar el libro que le habían pedido al inglés.
Venga... Vamos... Vamos... Perfecto.
Ni siquiera miró a ver si era el archivo original. Ahora mismo para él, el tiempo era oro, así que cogió el link que obtenía, y le dio a imprimir directamente. Al instante, los leds de su impresora láser empezaron a parpadear, y rápidamente la máquina empezó a expulsar hojas escritas. Cogió una de ellas, y la revisó bien... Si, no había duda, era ese.
Primer obstáculo salvado.
Mientras se imprimía, salió de la habitación, y se dirigió al comedor, un espacio abierto y rectangular. Habían muebles al lado de la puerta y en la pared que había a su derecha. Al fondo, debajo de las ventanas cubiertas con cortinas, había un par de sofás, y en el centro, una mesa de madera. Se dirigió a uno de los muebles de la derecha, y lo abrió, sacando de allí una billetera roja. La abrió para ver si tenía dinero suficiente para una comida en el bar, y luego, se la guardó en el bolsillo del pantalón, y se fue de nuevo a su habitación.
Tendría que ir al bar, pedir una enorme ensalada, y leerse el libro de arriba a abajo para saber bien de que iba. Luego, tendría que señalar las palabras que no se acordaba... En definitiva, tendría que elaborar un rigoroso proyecto que le llevaría bastante tiempo.
En cuanto acabó de imprimir, cogió las hojas, las metió dentro de una carpeta, y apagó el portatil y la impresora. Luego se detuvo un momento, pensativo, y mas tarde, dejando la mente en blanco.
¿Para que corría?
Ciertamente, estaba tan cabreado que parecía que inconscientemente se había propuesto acabar antes de tiempo, y eso era precisamente lo que seguramente los profesores buscaban: Una metedura de pata. Miró la carpeta un momento, y finalmente, la dejó encima de la impresora, dejando el trabajo para mas tarde. No obstante, la idea de ir al bar a tomar algo y relajarse un poco seguía sin sacársela de la cabeza, por lo que una sonrisa asomó el morro del lagarto.
A decir verdad, no era la idea de relajarse, si no la idea de hambre. Desde que había hecho el cambio, cada vez que pensaba en un plato de lechuga... Se le hacía la boca agua. Habían veces que los instintos le podían mas, y esos momentos los odiaba profundamente.
Cerró la puerta detrás de él, y bajó las escaleras, en dirección hacia la entrada. Ahora que lo pensaba, ¿Cuantas veces había bajado esas escaleras como humano? Cientos de veces, pero siendo sinceros, no era lo mismo bajarlos como lagarto, era mucho mas incomodo.
Salió por la puerta, y la lluvia volvió a mojarle. Ahora que se acordaba, había entrado empapado en casa... Aquella noche tendría bronca en su casa, fijo. Quizás debería volver y limpiar un poco el piso... Ya lo haría luego. Podría comer en el bar, fregar la casa, e incluso quizás luego podría dedicarse un poco a traducir.
Con esa idea en mente, comenzó a caminar en dirección hacia el restaurante. A medida que lo hacía, otra vez se le hacía la boca agua, por lo que tuvo que reprimir la idea pensando en otra cosa. Controlar el lado animal era bastante difícil, y por primera vez entendía algo.
Entendía porque los antropomorfos a veces envidiaban a los humanos.
Ciertamente, al menos para él, era imposible convivir con eso. Era imposible ser racional del todo si ante ciertos estímulos una parte de él reaccionaba de una forma poco... "Educada". Y aún no le había cogido la época de celo, entonces ya alucinaría en colores.
"Esto es un asco... ¿Como se puede vivir así?"
Vivía en un mundo gris, apagado, y sin vida, con seres que no se hablaban los unos a los otros por miedo quizás a descontrolarse. Se notaba aprisionado, ahogado, sin ganas de hacer nada. Ahora, por primera vez, comprendía como iban las cosas, y por esa misma razón, deseaba ser mas humano... Como lo era antes.
Entró en el restaurante en cuanto llegó, y observó el lugar con atención.. La gente hablaba en voz alta, de tal forma que el ambiente era estridente. Se fué hasta la barra, y esperó a que la dependienta, una zorra, le atendiera en cuanto acabara con el que tenía delante suyo. En cuanto pudo, pidió una ensalada doble, y cuando se la sirvieron, pagó lo debido, y se fué hasta el piso de arriba.
Allí, el ambiente era mas relajado, tal como se temía (Seguramente por el cartel de "No gritar" colgado bien grande en una de las columnas) lo cual no le alteraba tanto. Buscó una mesa vacía, y aunque al principio le pareció imposible, pronto la encontró: al lado de otra donde había una orca y un grifo hablando entre ellos. Se fué hasta allí y se sentó, preparándose para comerse la ensalada.
¡Que hambre tengo! -dijo contento.
Lo bueno que tenía con ser un lagarto es que cuando tenía hambre, disfrutaba aún mas de la comida, y cuando la tenía en el estomago, se sentía completamente lleno y a gusto. Realmente, a eso no le hacía nada de ascos., así que se preparó a darle buena cuenta, saboreando a placer.
Ya tio, pero te aseguro que no es normal, la forma en que actua Baka... Y tu siempre protegiendo.
Ya, pero... Ufff... No se, me da lástima.
Aquellas dos simples frases le absorbieron por completo, parando oído al resto de la conversación, procedente de la mesa donde se encontraban la orca y el grifo. Ambos eran bastante altos, y con los cuerpos bien formados, por lo que tenían tipo de jugar al baloncesto.
Creo que deberíamos llevarlo a un médico, Shinke, en serio. -decía la Orca. -No es por nada, pero realmente empiezo a pensar que Baka tiene algún problema... no se... Como que está... algo...
¿Loco?
Esa palabra no fue lo que realmente asustó al lagarto, si no mas bien la forma con la que se había dicho. Miró de reojo la escena, contemplando a un grifo que se levantaba de repente, mirando con aquellos ojos de cazador a la orca, cabreado, y luego dejando a un lado la silla y dirigiéndose hacia la escalera, dejando ahí la comida. El lagarto observó como el grifo desaparecía, con intención quizás de no volver, y luego miró de nuevo a la orca, que parecía ahora algo deprimida.
Sh, sh!
¿?
La orca miró un momento al lagarto, extrañado, y este, con la cabeza agachada, le susurró:
Pasa de él, se lo pensará dos veces y volverá.
Ya. Lo hace siempre. -argumentó el otro. -Son típicas rabietas de un niño, en fin... Me tocará otra vez comer solo.
Pues... Vente aquí, no tengo problema, yo también estoy comiendo solo.
¿En serio?
Sí, no me importa.
La orca miró un momento los alrededores, y luego, cogió su bandeja y se dirigió hasta la mesa de Lizar, sentándose enfrente suyo. El plato de la orca estaba lleno de comida variada: Un poco de pasta, verdura, carne, y condimentado con un vaso de coca-cola.
Muchas gracias por la invitación. -dijo. -A propósito, me llamo Odayaka. -se presentó.
Yo soy Lizar...
¿Lizar? Tu eres el que vino hace dos meses para acabar sus estudios, ¿no? -acertó Odayaka, mientras pillaba un poco de pasta. -¿Que te parece la Universidad?
Bien... No está mal, aunque no me relaciono con nadie. -dijo el lagarto. -Odayaka... ¿Tu eres la estrella de baloncesto del equipo de Volume?
Sí... Pero los dejé. Demasiada fama, y a mi me agobia bastante, aunque hace poco que volví otra vez. -explicó Odayaka. -Dentro de poco firmaré un contrato, y en cuanto acabe con los estudios, volveré a jugar con el equipo con el que me crié.
Vaya... Oye... Y ese compañero tuyo... ¿Que le ha ocurrido?
Tardó bastante en recibir una respuesta, puesto que Odayaka continuó comiendo un poco, quizás para meditar bien la respuesta.
Digamos que ambos tenemos un amigo en común. -Odayaka se limpió un poco el morro y prosiguió: -Se llama Baka, pero siempre anda... Como desconectado del mundo. Nunca se da cuenta de lo que hace y de hecho, no se le puede confiar un secreto. Parece un niño pequeño. Al principio pensé que lo hacía de broma pero... La cosa es seria.
¿por?
El otro día Shinke le pidió agua y se la trajo... Cogida del videt del vater. -al decir eso hizo una cara de asco, y mas tarde, continuó. -A él no le hizo ninguna gracia, y a mí menos. Empiezo a pensar que ese oso está enfermo de la cabeza... Pero no se porqué ese grifo no quiere hacerme caso. Ni que fuera un pariente cercano o algo parecido.
Quizás es que al ser un buen amigo le sabe mal que el resto se meta. También ocurre. -explicó Lizar mientras comía un poco de ensalada. -A veces hace daño y ofende un poco...
Ya... Oye, ¿Está buena esa ensalada? -le preguntó, señalándola con la cabeza.
Ah, ¿Esta? Bueno, sí, supongo... ¿Por?
La orca negó con la cabeza.
La última vez que traje aquí a Tora, sufrió un corte de digestión de narices. Pidió que no le pusieran vinagre, y le pusieron el doble. Ya se sabe... El estomago de un tigre no es que esté preparado para según que cosas.
Tora...
Sí, quizás le conozcas. Era parte del
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equipo de los Fire Fasters antes de que nos separáramos. -explicó. -Es un tigre, y está enrollado actualmente con un humano que... a decir verdad... hace tiempo del que no se nada...
Odayaka se apoyó en el respaldero, y se metió una mano en el bolsillo del pantalón, sacando un móvil azulado. Lo abrió, miró un momento las teclas, y finalmente, marcó una série de números, llevándoselo después a lo que parecía ser su oído.
Mierda... "No puede realizar esta llamada porque no está disponible en la modalidad de su móbil." -imitó, haciendo carotas. Lizar se rió un poco, quizás la primera vez que se reía en los dos meses que llevaba ahí. -Te lo juro, estos móviles son un asco.
Llama desde una cabina, ¿no?
Desde las cabinas no se pueden llamar a móviles. Norma del gobierno oriental. -explicó Odayaka mientras colgaba el móvil. -En fin, tendré que esperar a llegar a mi casa y poderles llamar.
¿Por motivos de seguridad?
¿No lo sabes? -Odayaka volvió a mirar a los alrededores, y luego, apartó su bandeja, inclinando su cabeza hacia la mesa mientras miraba a Lizar seriamente, y haciendo que su aleta dorsal se alzara. -Han desaparecido tantos niños que están haciendo mas compleja la red de llamadas. -explicó, entre susurro. -Para llamar a un fijo debes de hacerlo desde otro fijo, y para llamar a un mobil, debes de llamar desde otro mobil. Para llamadas exteriores a tu ciudad, debes pedírselo a la operadora. Han recibido muchas críticas.
Lizar se quedó parado al escuchar la noticia de Odayaka. Sabía que los niños estaban desapareciendo, pero no tenía ni idea que el gobierno hubiera decidido tomar esas medidas. El lagarto siseó un poco, y se encogió de hombros.
¿Se les ha ido la olla o que?
Que va. Han pinchado las lineas, así les es mas fácil controlar el tráfico telefónico. -explico la orca mientras se alzaba otra vez, apoyando un codo en la mesa. -Si un día oyes un ruido extraño mientras hablas por el teléfono de tu casa, que sepas que es que lo han pinchado.
Lizar fue a responder algo, pero en ese mismo momento, escuchó el sonido de una rádio. Tras él había alguien que parecía estar jugando con una rádio. Paró oído atento en cuanto escuchó el mensaje de una interlocutora, que a pesar de parecer interesante, no lograba relacionarlo con nada.
*//... Si, Charlie, el ataque ha sido hace tan solo cinco minutos. La señora está bien, pero la calle Nekoro ha quedado prácticamente bloqueada, siendo el número 76 la mas afectada por ser el núcleo principal de este atentado que...*
Número 76. Calle Nekoro. Lizar logró relacionar esos datos con los de su casa. ¿Un atentado? ¿Una señora? Lizar notó como si cientos de hormigas corrieran por sus extremidades hasta su cabeza, mientras su expresión facial cambiaba a una mueca de miedo que aterrorizó hasta Odayaka.
¿Ocurre algo? -la preguntó esta, pero no obtuvo respuesta. El lagarto se levantó de repente y se dio la vuelta, en dirección hacia las escaleras, tirando por el suelo la mesa con la comida por culpa de la cola. Odayaka, al ver lo alterado que estaba, echó a correr tras él, dejando la comida tirada por el suelo. Ambos salieron del restaurante ipso facto, uno siguiendo al otro.
"No tiene lógica. ¿Mi casa? No puede ser, la de la rádio tiene que haberse equivocado. Es imposible... ¿Porqué a mi casa? ¿Porqué a mí?"
Ambos corrían sin parar, esquivando a la gente, con empujones también, dicho sea de paso. Esquivaban obstáculo, barreras para coches, motos, lo que fuera. Incluso se opusieron al tráfico jugando se la vida al cruzar en rojo en medio de la calle. Odayaka perseguía a Lizar porqué, después de ver la cara que había puesto, se temía algo malo. Y Lizar también, en cuanto empezó a ver una humareda salir tras los árboles de un parque.
En cuanto torció la esquina, se detuvo de repente al visualizar unas vallas bloquear la calle. Estaba completamente llena de policías, y el humo no procedía de otro lugar que de su propia casa, donde había, además, una congregación de ambulancias y bomberos. Asustado, agitó la cola furtivamente, y empezó a correr por encima de los coches policía haciendo uso de su habilidad de trepar por las paredes, esquivando a los que querían detenerle (Odayaka no tuvo la misma suerte) hasta llegar a las ambulancias.
¿Que ha ocurrido aquí? ¿Que le ha pasado a... mi... ca... sa...?
O lo que quedaba de ella.
De repente, lo que en teoría era la parte superior de su casa había quedado reducida completamente a cenizas, y la parte de abajo estaba chamuscada en su mayor parte. Asustado, miró a todos aquellos que lo rodeaban, y nuevamente, a la casa. Su hogar, el hogar... Estaba... Quemado...
¿Pero porqué?
¡Lizar!
El lagarto se dió rápidamente la vuelta, sintiendo el abrazo de su madre llorando. Se quedó un rato sin saber que hacer, aún en estado de Shock, pero luego la rodeó con sus brazos escamosos, mirando de calmarla. Estaba temblando de miedo.
Tranquila, Mama... Estoy viendo...
Por un momento... Pensé que tu...
Tranquila... Sigo aquí. -murmuró, mirando de calmarla. -¿Que haces aquí? ¿No tendrías que estar trabajando?
Su madre no se molestó en responder, y Lizar prefirió no forzarla a ello. La gente de su alrededor se movía desenfocada, borrosa, como si todo ocurriera a cámara lenta, y a él, le entró una punzada de dolor.
Disculpa...
Lizar alzó la mirada para encontrarse cara a cara con otro lagarto, esta vez hembra, vestida de enfermera, y agarrando a su madre por los costados cariñosamente. A Lizar le costó un poco, pero al final, comprendió que era mejor dejar a manos de los médicos su estado mental, y la hizo una carantoña en la mejilla, soltándola luego. Con la mirada, tenue, compasiva, conectó con su madre para que esta al final se dejara llevar por la especialista. Observó con cuidado, con cariño, como esta se alejaba lentamente de él, sin perderle de vista, como si fuera lo único de lo cual dependía su vida. (Y de hecho, era así en parte), hasta que al final, la enfermera la obligó a mirar hacia delante, lo que hizo que perdieran el contacto.
Lizar suspiró, aún con el dolor en el pecho, y se volvió ligeramente, tragando saliva. Durante la vuelta, pudo ver como Odayaka se iba acercando poco a poco, algo cabreado, hasta él.
Joder... No me dejaban pasar... -murmuró Odayaka en cuanto se acercó. -Pero bueno, ya estoy aquí... Joder... -eso fué lo que soltó en cuanto vió la casa, y soltó un sonido propio de una orca. -Esto... ¿Es tu casa?
Lo era. -rectificó Lizar mientras se acercaba pesadamente hacia el buzón, arrastrando la cola. -Pero ahora... Ahora... No se donde vamos a vivir... No podemos reconstruir la casa, no tenemos dinero para ellos... No se lo que vamos a hacer...
Acarició con cuidado la caja de metal donde se guardaban las cartas, mirándolo sin saber realmente que mirar. Se fijó de repente en algo: Una carta. ¿Como podía haber una carta ahí? Su madre normalmente era la que las recogía todas al salir, ¿Como era posible, entonces? ¿Es que se le había olvidado? Tocó la puertecilla, abriéndola, e introdució la zarpa, sacando de ella una nota doblada. En cuanto la vio, vislumbrada al sol, miró un momento a Odayaka, y luego, se apresuró a desdoblara:
"Por mucho que tu madre te borre del registro, te encontraré allá donde estés.*
*Eres mi títere, no lo olvides. Espero que este escape de gas te haya servido de lección."
Un escape de gas. Por eso habían dicho que se trataba de un ataque terrorista, por la explosión que se habría producido a la hora de prender fuego.
Lizar... -empezó a decir Odayaka.
No hables. -dijo. -No quiero que nadie hable... Esto es una mierda...
Y cayó de rodillas, completamente destrozado.
Se acercaban. Ane se estaba acercando a Uros. Este se giraba, la miraba. Unos momentos de tremendo silencio, causados por la lejanía en la que se encontraba Bryce. Ellos dos hablaban, Ane sonreía, luego se ponía seria, como dudando, y luego, volvía a sonreír. La posición de las orejas de Uros le permitía saber en todo momento como se encontraba de ánimo: Primero triste, luego alegre, finalmente triste otra vez, y luego, excitado. Al final, ella se alejaba, y él esperaba ahí, a que Ane desapareciera del mapa, para enfocar su vista a la ventana donde Bryce se encontraba asomado, a varios metros de altura, haciéndole un gesto positivo con la zarpa.
¿Ayudando a abrir corazones? -preguntó una voz familiar, la del tigre, detrás de él. Bryce se giró, mirandole cara a cara, sonriente. Él alegre, el otro... Parecía enfadado. Su rostro restaba sereno, pero sus ojos amarillentos, con las pupilas rasgadas, parecían destilar rábia y dolor. De hecho, solo hacía falta ver como tenía las zarpas: Con las uñas retráctiles sacadas. Se alegró de que Mioko no estuviera allí ahora: Se había largado a jugar a alguna parte.
Supongo que además de abrirlos, tendré que... -pasó un dedo por el pecho del tigre, poniéndose sério. -Curar los que parecen heridos... No insistas mas, Tora... Tu padre está muerto.
Un mes, un mes llevaba desde que buscaba a su padre, sin anuncio alguno. Estaba muerto, pero Tora, incapaz de admitirlo, no paraba de buscarlo una y otra vez, a la esperanza de encontrarle algún día y cantarle las cuarenta.
No puede ser, Bryce. -explicó. -No puede ser que mi padre esté muerto si me llamó dos veces, o mas. Y me estuvo pagando el alquiler, ¿Recuerdas?
Tora, tranquilo, cálmate. -dijo, llevando las manos a los brazos del tigre, sintiendo los músculos tensos de este. -En este estado no lograrás nada, ¿Entendido? -le explicó, acariciándole los brazos. Notó como poco a poco, este escondía las garras, relajándose, y sonrió al ver que su método funcionaba.
No se como lo haces, pero siempre logras la reacción que quieres de mí.
Bueno... Será porque soy tu novio, ¿no? -dijo, pasando la yema de los dedos cuidadosamente por encima del pecho del tigre, haciendo que el pelaje de este se erizara un poco. -Oye... Estaba pensando que... Después de estos dos meses... Bueno... Me gustó mucho lo que hicimos en la entrada. -le explicó, mirándole a los ojos, sonriente. -Pero aquello lo hicimos prácticamente por instinto, y pensé que si nos poníamos en serio quizás nos divertiríamos mas... ¿Te apetece?
Observó a Tora un rato, que mantenía una suave sonrisa en la cara, y empezó a inclinar levemente la espalda, hasta que llegó a sus labios. Los lamió con mucho cuidado, y luego, intentó que Bryce le siguiera la trabeta, besando suavemente. No tardó en ver como el muchacho respondía calmado al trato, dejandose llevar en un beso coordinado, cariñoso, lleno de pasión. Y en ese beso, como crios, se notaban las ganas del otro por querer jugar juntos de nuevo otra vez.
En el bosque hay una cueva oculta... En ella podemos gritar todo lo que queramos sin que nos oigan... Bueno, en mi caso rugir... ¿Te apuntas?
Bryce le tocó la nariz un momento, sonriente, y al instante, ambos ya se habían cogido de la mano, corriendo el uno con el otro hacia las escaleras. Comenzaron a bajarlas, en dirección al enorme portalón de la entrada, e ignorando a los guardias que los vieron, salieron juntos entre risas y carcajadas. A diferencia de algunos, lo suyo era mas bien por diversión. Les gustaba experimentar, ver las reacciones del otro, y sobretodo, ver si era lo suficiente para sentir el amor del contrario.
Estuvieron un rato corriendo entre los árboles del bosque, acercándose cada vez mas a una clariana. Allí, Tora le llevó hasta una pared llena de enredaderas, y se detuvo delante de ellas, viendo como la expresión de Bryce cambiaba de estar contento a estar extrañado.
Antes de que digas nada... Mira...
Con una zarpa, apartó suavemente las enredaderas, dejando lugar a un pequeño hueco donde podía pasar una persona agachada. Tora fué delante, a cuatro patas, y Bryce le siguió detrás de él, manchándose toda la ropa. La verdad es que tampoco le importaba, porque dentro de un rato acabaría completamente sucio todo su cuerpo.
En cuanto salió y se incorporó, se dió cuenta de lo que Tora se refería: Se trataba de una sala un poco grande, lo suficiente para que los dos se movieran con naturalidad. En el techo, había un agujero donde entraba un rayo de luz, suficiente para ellos dos, pero por mucho que hicieran ruido, nadie les podía oir ahí. Tenían toda la libertad que quisieran, y aquello les emocionaba.
Bryce se colocó encima del rayo, alzando los brazos, y sonriendo por la luz que le iluminaba. Tenían total libertad, podían hacer lo que quisieran, una novedad nunca vista antes. Notó una presencia tras él, la del tigre, que se había quedado también mirando la luz durante un rato.
Luego, notó algo húmedo pasar por su cabello, un momento rápido, pero decisivo. No se movió apenas, y de repente, volvió a sentir otra cosa húmeda pasar por su cabello. Unas zarpas fuertes, proveídas de unos musculosos brazos, comenzaron a pasar por sus hombros, acariciándolos suavemente, relajandole completamente. Pronto sintió el aliento de Tora pasar por su cabello, y en un momento trazó la idea de lo que estaba ocurriendo: El tigre, nuevamente, le estaba lamiendo. No le importaba, al contrario, le hacía bastante gracia, sobretodo en el momento en que empezó a descender, lamiendole la mejilla, y mas tarde el cuello. Las zarpas continuaban haciéndole un masaje en los hombros, y finalmente, comenzaron a descender, lentamente, dejando notar el cuerpo del chico debajo de ellas. Su morro descendió suavemente por su cuello, oliéndolo al principio, haciendo reir al chico después y, ya de paso, sonreír a él. Como le encantaban esos momentos tan íntimos.
El chico apoyó la cabeza en el pecho del tigre, respirando pausadamente, sintiendo los latidos del corazón de este, el calor de un cuerpo que se iba encendiendo por momentos. Sintió como las zarpas iban descendiendo hasta llegar a su estómago, donde se detuvieron un buen rato, como dudando, aunque a él no le importó. Ya solo así se encontraba de maravilla. Luego, el camino de estas continuó de nuevo, bajando sin piedad alguna, pero sin acelerar. En cuanto pudo, comenzó a mordisquear la tierna oreja del tigre, y este ronroneó un poco mientras sus zarpas se detenían por un momento en la cintura del chico. Su intención era clara y segura: Desatar los pantalones y quitárselos, pero no quería ir tan rápido. Al contrario, quería experimentar algo nuevo y descarado, dicho sea de paso.
Subió un poco una de las zarpas, y con mucho cuidado, la internó por dentro del pantalón, con mucho mimo y cariño, a la idea de no lastimar a Bryce si de repente se sentía incómodo. No encontró, en un principio, ninguna otra prenda de ropa, puesto que en el clan suyo no se usaban calzoncillos, así que el híbrido se había vestido con lo que los tigres podían haberle ofrecido. Eso, por lo tanto, daba una clara idea de lo que se iba a encontrar y se encontró: Un extenso vello. Se detuvo un rato ahí y luego, continuó descendiendo la zarpa poco a poco, entrometiéndose en la zona privada del muchacho, aunque lentamente, cuidandose de cada una de las reacciones del muchacho, que parecía dejarse hacer lo que quisiera.
Viendo que no se oponía, realizó un ligero movimiento repetitivo sobre la zona privada, jugando para ver cual era el comportamiento del muchacho. Este se movió un poco al principio, y luego, sintiendo que le fallaban un poco las fuerzas, se agarró al tigre con cuidado, puesto que el pecho de este estaba tocando la espalda de Bryce. Lo segundo que contempló fué un ligero y largo suspiró por parte del chico, y finalmente, este continuó mordiendo la oreja al principio, y mas tarde, lamiendo el pelaje del cuello suavemente, a medida que notaba como el tigre se aprovechaba de él. A cada segundo que pasaba, notaba como la temperatura corporal iba subiendo lentamente, y sus orejas, como no, se iban poniendo cada vez mas rojas. Gimió un poco en cuanto Tora finalmente se paraba, recuperando sus fuerzas de nuevo.
La zarpa del tigre salió de donde se encontraba, suavemente, después de lograr su objetivo de encender al lobo, y entrometió las zarpas, suavemente, en el nudo del pantalón, desabrochando, y dejándolo caer. Prácticamente ya iba tal como el mundo le trajo, de tal forma que el contacto de su pecho con el cuerpo de este era incluso mas emocionante e íntimo.
Notó las manos del muchacho descender por su cintura a ciegas, hasta que finalmente, también parecía que había encontrado el nudo del pantalón. Se rió un poco al ver que prácticamente le iba a costar mucho mas desatar en esa posición, pero no se rindió en ningún momento. Lamiendo aún el cuello del tigre, continuó esforzándose, hasta que finalmente, el tigre estaba prácticamente en las mismas condiciones que él. En ese momento se dió la vuelta, librándose de las zarpas del tigre, y mirándole cara a cara, el úno con el otro, a la espera del próximo movimiento.
El chico inició entonces un recorrido de manos, sintiendo debajo de ellas toda la fuerza que el cuerpo del tigre emanaba, cada uno de sus músculos en tensión, listos para saltar en cualquier momento, la cola agitando de lado a lado, a la espera de lo que iba a ocurrir. El chico continuó bajando suavemente por los hombros del tigre, presionando suavemente las teclas adecuadas, pasando luego a su pecho, sintiendo bajo él el pelaje de aquel antropomorfo. Regresó de nuevo a los hombros, besando otra vez en la boca, enredando sus lenguas, y finalmente, se separó de él, acercándose a una pared y sentándose en ella, haciendo que el tigre le siguiera y se sentara a su lado, mirando ambos la luz que entraba.
Me apetecía mucho estar así otra vez. -mencionó Tora.
El silencio continuó un buen rato, hasta que un corto rugido proveniente del tigre lo rompió, a la vez que este alzaba la cabeza y cerraba los ojos. Las manos del chico se habían apoderado de su zona privada, y con sensibilidad y juego, iban jugando con ella. El tigre respiraba con ansiedad, con ganas, tragando saliva, a la vez que sentía como el muchacho, que le había engañado en parte, iba jugando con él, logrando lo que se proponía, seguramente como venganza. La sensación duró un rato, luego desapareció, y finalmente, se sintió relajado. Miró un momento a Bryce, y cruzó con él una suave mirada. Luego, este rompió el contacto, y comenzó lamer primero su cuello. Continuó así un bueno rato, hasta que finalmente, poco a poco, fue descendiendo ante la tenue mirada nublada de Tora.
Cuando llegó abajo de todo, repitió el mismo proceso con la zona privada del tigre, haciendo que este gruñera un poco, aunque no tuvo tiempo de protestar:Como el brillo de las estrellas, lo que veía era pequeño, pero instantáneo. Sus nervios no le engañaban, y parecía que a Bryce le divertía lo que estaba haciendo. Ciertamente, a él también le gustaba. Al fin y al cabo, la última vez había hecho lo mismo él con el chico. Sentía, sin embargo, como poco a poco se iba acercando a lo que parecía ser el punto culminante, y era incapaz ya de parar de lanzar rugidos cortos ante cada una de las sensaciones nuevas que iba notando.
Y de repente se paró.
Tora respiró tranquilo, alzando la mirada nuevamente, y abriendo los ojos. Notó como Bryce se separaba de aquella zona tan delicada para él, y aquello le hizo respirar tranquilo. Le miró de nuevo, y ambos se rieron un poco al ver al otro algo excitados nada mas empezar. Nada mas empezar porque, poco a poco, el tigre se iba acercando a él. Tenía ganas de sentirle, de sentir su cuerpo como la última vez, los dos abrazados el uno al otro, como si fueran los dos un libro que se tenía que abrir. El chico, retrocediendo, se fué echando poco a poco al suelo, notando como la sombra de Tora le iba cubriendo lentamente.
Como la última vez... -mencionó Bryce.
No... Esta vez va a ser diferente... Ya lo verás.
Tora se adelantó un poco, y luego, hizo un gesto extraño, como si fuera a sentarse encima de él, y de hecho, era lo que iba a hacer. Bryce notó una calidez suave, cariñosa, en su zona íntima, mientras Tora iba tomando un poco de comodidad al principio, y luego realizaba un movimiento rítmico. En ese momento, Bryce apretó las manos, intentando agarrarse a cualquier cosa, pero era absolutamente imposible: Allí solo había tierra húmeda, nada mas.
La voluntad de Bryce se iba hundiendo, sus intenciones de detenerse eran prácticamente imposibles. Era como volverse algo egoísta, y al mismo tiempo, le gustaba. Gimió un poco, mientras escuchaba los rugidos de un tigre que nuevamente disfrutaba de aquel juego. Esta vez, pero, no iba a aguantar tanto, quizás porque durante el juego, ambos habían llegado bastante lejos. Bryce notó de repente una oleada de placer, y gimió tanto como pudo, mientras notaba que el tigre no se iba a detener en ningún momento. El pobre seguía moviéndose, y como todo libro, llegó al final de su escritura. Un poderoso rugido, que hizo temblar las paredes, juntamente con una lluvia de estrellas, dio fin al juego.
Ambos estuvieron un rato sin habla, con falta de aliento, hasta que finalmente, el tigre tomó la decisión de liberar a Bryce. Salió de encima de él con cuidado de no dañarle, y algo agotado, se echó a su lado, intentando coger el aliento.
Al final... Hemos acabado sin hacerlo a conciencia... -dijo el tigre.
Y ambos se echaron a reír ante lo sucedido, olvidándose por un momento, de los problemas que les acaecían a ambos.
*Notas del Autor*
Dorei: Mayordomo
Gakusei: Estudiantes
Sensei: Profesores
Otona: Adulto
Seiteku: Estático
Ugoki: Deportivo
Binijesuman: Empresario
Soccho: Cariño
Rikai: Sincera.
Mioko: No tiene traducción.
Y nuevamente, espero que os haya gustado. Ya sabéis que podéis enviarme comentarios a ((email protected(, que los respondo todos. (Aunque si lo hacéis por mail Author sin registro, no podré responderos) Muchos saben lo que me encanta recibir comentarios para ir mejorando, retocando cosas... ¡¡Incluso me encuentran fallos y todos que nunca veo!! ¡¡Es increíble lo corto que llego a ser de vista!!
Hasta la próxima.
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Text: "I'm in." Emily whispered into her walky-talky. She had managed to crawl through the air conditioning ducts of Wonka's Chocolate Factory.
"Head north to the inventing room." Rebecca replied. She was stationed outside the factory, keeping guard.
"Did I really have to wear latex? I'm burning up in this suit."
"It makes it easier to slip through tight places. With my fatass I'd be stuck in there."
After a few turns, Emily came to the conclusion that she was lost.
"I have no idea where I am."
"Look through one of the vents."
Peering through one of the vents, she could only faintly see the color blue.
"Ugh! It reeks of...berries."
"You must be over a juicing vat. That means you're close to the inventing room. Keep moving."
"Rebecca, these air ducts aren't stable at all."
"Then be careful."
Emily resumed crawling. Right when she was about to get a turn, a massive gust of air blew in her face, knocking her off balance. The ducts shook and creaked, nails becoming loose.
"Emily! What's going on?"
"The whole unit is coming apart!"
She broke through the duct, failing thirty or so feet to the blue ocean below.
The liquid was gooey, sticky, and smelled strongly of berries. Emily was covered head to toe in it. She stood up, as the gymnasium-sized room illuminated itself. The liquid was waist high, and spanned the whole room. Looking up, Emily could see the broken air duct, as well as large pipe.
"You there?"
"Yeah, I'm here, waist-deep in juice."
"Oh shit! That juice comes from the juicing rooms!'
"Yeah. And?"
"After being inside a human body, the juice becomes two times thicker and four times as potent."
"Son of a bitch, Rebecca. Of course you sent me in here. Don't you know how often I exercise? I can't afford...to..." Emily stared at her stomach. Like a sponge, it soaked up the juice. Her whole midsection had become plump with juice. She turned around to see her butt cheeks fattening, jiggling around as they filled up with juice. She had become a magnet for it.
"Rebecca!" She whimpered. "I'm filling with it!"
"You going to have to let it run its course."
"Great. Now my ass is going to be the size of a Zeppelin."
Emily, the human sponge, swelled at an ever increasing rate. Everything below her chest had become engorged with juice, including a body part that she wish it wouldn't go near.
Her bottom had become so fat, that instead of her feet giving her balance, her butt had touched the bottom of the vat, and made her torso and the rest of her body move upwards into the air.
"How are you doing?"
"As well as someone swelling with juice can be. It all concentrated itself in my belly and my butt. My whole upper body is slowly rising closer to the ceiling."
"Stay in there. There's not much I can do. In fact, I'm going to abandon my post. See you later."
"Rebecca! Please, give me some company."
"Fine..."
"How does it feel?"
"Cold...and thick."
Her backside had become the size of a two-story building. Luckily for her, the juice was beginning to run out.
"I think it's about to stop."
The pipe stuck down, as Emily's rising body inched closer towards it.
"My face isn't swollen, thankfully, and neither are my boobs or arms."
"Good. I'm going to leave now. Hope you get juiced."
"Thanks for nothing..." Emily said jokingly.
She set the walky-talky down on her thigh, resting her heads upwards.
Bad idea.
The pipe descended into her mouth. With the pressure from her hindquarters pushing her upwards, her lips became lodged on to the pipe, which stunk with a scent of – you guessed it – blueberries.
Despite her muffled cries and moans, Emily was in for a bigger – and even juicer – treat. Though she had stopped swelling, the factory was a busy place, and it was only a matter of time until the inevitable. The black latex suit she wore was now a shade of dark blue, and ripped in many places.
Through the vibrations of the pipe, Emily could hear a juicing taking place.
"Now, this might feel weird."
The sound of metal pressing against liquid, and the subsequent oozing of that liquid followed.
"We're all done here."
Emily glanced around, seeing how her rear touched every corner of the room. This was not going to be fun.
The rumbling of the pipe got her attention. She knew it was near.
The pipe vibrated more and more, before unloading its goods straight down her throat.
The juice was warmer this time, and a hell of a lot sweeter. Like a pufferfish, the remaining parts of the body expanded. Her breasts billowed outwards, finding a resting place on her swelling belly. Her arms fattened and became utterly useless, her fingers turned to sausages. Her lips became plump, only furthering the seal on the pipe. Her cheeks were inflated like a chipmunks, blocking her vision.
The rest of the vat began to fill with her bloating, gurgling mass.
"Finally, it's over..." she thought, as her body settled.
A single drop of juice cascaded through the pipe and down her gullet. Her body began to quiver, shaking and sloshing.
"Please, no!"
A loud, wet pop rumbled through the factory, accompanied by a great splash of liquid.
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*The Item, For Sale*
"Send in the next item!" The voice from the loudspeaker reverberated through the octagonal room.
A figure, wearing a full body shroud, was pushed through the door onto the walkway leading to the center of the room. The figure tried to run back through the door, but it was halted by a big, brawny, black furred doorman, whose face was covered by a pure white mask. He grabbed the figure by the arm, turned it around, and forced it to the circular platform in the middle of the room. After reaching the designated spot, he released the arm and shoved the figure to the ground as bright eyes pierced the fourteen windows on the other seven walls of the room.
"Item number twelve on tonight's roster," the loudspeaker rang out, "is quite a rarity indeed. This piece of merchandise is well worth a small fortune."
The doorman placed one hand on the figure's shoulder, restricting its movement. With the other, he tightly gripped the shroud, awaiting his queue.
"Buyers and traders, slavers and trainers, it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to ...the Dalmeleon!"
The doorman quickly pulled away the shroud, discarding it to the ground.
The male Dalmeleon remained motionless as he, unable to look at the windows, looked at the ground. His only garments were a tight red thong and a black collar that almost choked him. He hit the floor hard when the doorman kicked his back.
"Get up boy!" the doorman commanded.
The hybrid simply stayed on the ground; his only response to the fortress of muscle was, "Fuck you!"
The auctioneer's voice began again. "Looks like we got a rebel, gentlemen. This sexy little twenty-something may be a twig of a fur, but he's a feisty fighter full of more than one kind of spunk. For the bidder interested in a real challenge, this scanind will give you many many many hours of personal enjoyment."
The small young man on the platform was mortified, but he refused to show it. His ears stood straight as a soft but audible growl escaped his lips.
"As you can see, this male has green scales covering his arms and legs. There is also a line of scales down his back. And on his chest...Doorman, if you please."
The doorman kicked the side of the Dalmeleon, forcing him to turn onto his back. The black antrho looked down upon his spot furred victim, watching him as he grabbed his side from the pain.
"Look that mass of scales on his chest, as well the treasure trail leading to his family jewels. Watch how they--sandwiched between his soft, glossy, spotted fur--glisten from his perspiration. And those delicate, supple, tender pads on his scaled--and virgin--paws. A lot of fun can be had with this unusual collectable.
"And any buyer would also be interested to know that, before we got our hands on him, he was attending school and majoring in domestic arts. So, after you use his body for the necessities of your desire, you can use it for the necessities of your home. Just think of all the demeaning and fetish-fueled things you could have him do and wear."
The feeling of humiliation was growing inside the pit of the Dalmeleon's stomach. Still slightly dazed from the pain of the shard kick the doorman had given to him, he noticed a large flat screen television over the door he had been forced through just moments ago. On it, a looping slideshow of all the things he did and wore against his will over the last few days: candid pictures of him in a maid outfit doing dishes, in a prisoner's uniform mopping a floor, and dressed as a schoolboy copying words and definitions from a dictionary in detention; these and many other demeaning things.
Unable to bear the degradation any longer, the scanid stoop up and roared to show his resilience and try to scare away any prospective bidders. He felt a shock and fell to his knees. He realized that the collar he was wearing was the cause of his pain.
"Perfect timing! As a bonus we'll throw in this electric collar free of charge!" the announcer's voice expounded in excitement.
"Now for a demonstration. Show us what you can do, boy!"
The strong willed hybrid refused the command. The output of the collar was increased to the point of his body instinctively changing random color schemes. The shock was cut off; he was now on all fours. Breathing heavily, he still showed no signs of weakness.
"The applications for this ability--everything from party games to espionage--are practically inexhaustible. Whether you're a novice or an experienced collector, everyone can see that this piece will be a wonderful addition to any personal gallery of possessions. As for what is under that tight, crimson thong he has on...Well the only one who will know is whoever buys him.
"LET THE BIDDING COMMENCE!"
Screens above the widows began to flash bid amounts in red numbers. The Dalmeleon's 360 degree vision kicked in, unable to ignore the numbers. He could not keep up with the random flashes
*$10,000...$13,000...$17,500...$25,000...$46,500...$98,000...*
Although on the outside he kept his stoic demeanor, the rising numbers increased his dread. From ears to legs and tail to mouth, he fought every instinct of visible fear as he watched the bids get higher and higher.
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I was sprawled out lazily on the couch that was in my apartment. As I lay there, falling into what felt like a deep ralaxing trance, coming closer and closer with every moment, into deep sleep. My gray and black tail was wrapping itself around my leg, which was slightly turning me on. Seconds before my wonderful, deep trance, there was a knock on the door.
"Are you serious," I said under my breath. I slowley got up, walking to the door slower then I could imagine. "who could possibly be here this fucking late?" I looked out the peephole and saw nobody there. Opening the door, slowley poking my head out the doorway.
"Hello," I said in a soft voice. "hello?" I said a second time, still no answer. Closing the door I turned and screamed, falling to the floor.
"You've been a very, very naughty little boy Sol." The man who talked had a very deep hoarse voice. He was wearing a hooded black robe, so his face was hidden. I could tell by the look of his feet and tail, he was a tiger.
"Who are you?" I asked, out of breath, still scared from the event that happened moments before.
"Who I am is not important. What is important is that your grave will be right here, die you worthless dog!" As he shouted those words, he pulled out a steel knife. He vigorously jabbed the knife into my skin, making the fur around the deep wound soak in my own dark red blood.
Seconds after, I awoke with a throbbing feeling in my side. To scared to look at the wound that lay before me, I just lay there, silent and shaking. Finally getting enough courage to look at the wound, I lifted my shirt. There was no wound, only a searing pain, and a rip in my favorite shirt.
"What's happening to me," I said in a very soft voice, making sure none of my temporary neighbors could hear me through the thin walls. "am I going insane?"
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Ch.1 A New Begining Part 1. Scary Thoughts by Xylaphet
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Text: It is a fairly typical day in Goodhaven. The city was blessed with good weather and clear skies, as usual. But something diabolical was lurking at the nearby circus...
Under the big top, a clown known as The Ballooner was being told off by her boss, the pompous ringmaster.
"No, you fool," The ringmaster, a stuffy man said in a conceited voice. "You are done here. Your last act sent the audience running for the hills! You are bad for business. I'm afraid I must ask you to pack your things and leave at once." But the clown only sneered.
"My dear ringmaster, you are acting a bit big for your britches. I think it's only fair that you should look the part." She removed her large, mustard-colored glove and poked the ringmaster in his slightly large belly. With a slight hiss, the blustery man filled with air, inflating just like a balloon. He groaned slightly as he swelled, his arms, legs and head sticking out ludicrously. Somehow, his clothes stretched to cover his growing girth. Just when the now-giant ringmaster thought it couldn't get any worse, he began to float! His feet left the ground and he drifted towards the top of the tent.
With a wicked cackle, the clown ran around the circus and added them to her collection. The blonde trapeze girls clung to their ropes as their spherical bodies threatened to carry them away. The sword swallower now shied away from his weapons as well as he could with his stubby legs. The fattest woman in the world now took up even more space than usual. Even the lion floated around the inside of the tent, trying to run toward the offensive clown. Grinning at her handy work, the clown then turned and left the tent, turning her sinister eyes toward Goodhaven.
Within hours, dozens of innocent citizens floated around the skies, trying to keep from floating away. Will there be anyone brave enough to fight such a wretched villain?!
With that, a call goes out to the Mighty Heroines! STRONG WOMAN! A mechanic- tall, blonde, and muscular. Can easily lift cars with one hand! When she gets the call, she tears off her oil-stained overalls to reveal a skintight red suit with long sleeves and no legs, a thick, golden belt, and a light blue cape. Her gleaming white boots climb up her legs, ending at her knees. An "H" is emblazoned across her chest. With a scream of "Yahoo!", she leaps into flight, accidentally creating a giant crater in the asphalt. CUCKOO WOMAN! A dizzy, very cute blonde woman, the owner of a pet shop. She's feeding her beloved birds when the call comes. She flounces across the shop, leaping up into a cuckoo clock. It squawks and screeches, alarming all the other birds. After several moments of struggling, she emerges in her uniform. It too is red, but covers her from head to toe, with the lower part of her face and eyes showing. She also has a blue cape and emblazoned "H." Her cute little butt plays host to a collection of bright yellow flowers. She cries out, "Eh, cuckoo, cuckoo!" and flaps her arms frantically to stay in the air. TORNADO WOMAN! Tornado Woman is a meteorologist, and as she looks out the window, she sees the call. Tornado Woman is a short brunette, and the moment she is needed, she whips up into a windy vortex, her pencil skirt and blouse flying across the room. When the dust clears, she stands triumphantly in her uniform- just like Cuckoo Woman's, but light blue, with red boots, gloves, and a red cape. She shouts "Whee!" and a tornado flies out the window. ROPE WOMAN! Down on the docks stands Rope Woman, a sailor. She is very tall, red-haired, and very thin. As she ties a boat to the dock, the call arrives. After whipping around to see, she vanishes into her naval uniform. It dances around for moment, then Rope Woman reveals herself. She is made entirely of rope, except for her head. Unlike the other Heroines, her only uniform is her bright red ball cap and blue cape. "Gung-ho!" She yells as she takes to the air. AND... DIAPER WOMAN! A baby girl in a crib sits sucking on a bottle of milk. Her head is covered in a thick layer of reddish-brown hair, and she wears a red and blue one-z. A commotion arises outside, one she recognizes instantly. She pulls the cover of the crib up and, moments later, Diaper Woman is revealed! She's now wearing a blue cape in addition to her one-z. She takes a swig from her bottle and takes to the sky, calling out "Up and away!" The mayor met the Mighty Heroines in the air. She didn't really have a choice. The smartly dressed, young red-head was currently floating fifty feet above her office. As this woman had inflated, her belt got pushed up just under her chest. Somehow it prevented the mayor's chest and arms from inflating. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for everything else. It looked like her arms, head and bust had been stuck onto a Volkswagon, which had then been crammed into her gray pinstriped pants. Her tiny feet kicked at one end as her crossed arms sat on her bulging stomach.
"Things are getting worse," She said as the Mighty Heroines flew up to meet her. "This villain has inflated most of the town. I'm lucky Mindy tied us down before the clown broke into my office." She indicated the phone cord tied around her foot and, several feet below her, her bloated secretary. Mindy was of Asian descent, meaning she was normally tiny. But right now, the young secretary resembled a hot air balloon, stuffed into a frilly lime-green blouse and black pencil skirt. As she rotated and spotted the Heroines, she pushed her thick glasses up her nose and waved with difficulty. "You know the drill, Heroines. Stop this madwoman before I have to add several dozen sizes to my wardrobe."
With a nod, the Heroines bravely zoomed into the town and out of sight. As they flew away, the mayor hiccupped. She felt herself expand a little more. She rolled over with difficulty to see Mindy also hiccup. The secretary swelled even more visibly, adding at least five more feet to her diameter. Cuckoo Woman was the first to land (somewhat painfully) right in front of the Ballooner. The dizzy blonde rose awkwardly and faced the clown.
"Your days of ballooning the town are at an end!" The woman shouted, putting her hands in the "put-'em-up" position. "Let's see what you got!" The clown smiled in mock innocence.
"Why, I'm just an innocent clown! I just do tricks!" Cuckoo Woman lowered her hands cautiously. "Let me show you my favorite!" And before she could move, the clown reached out and patted Cuckoo Woman's stomach.
"Cuckoo Woman, get away!" Strong Woman cried, but it was too late. Cuckoo Woman noticed a strange tightness in her costume and looked down. Her normally tiny tummy was now bulging like a puffer fish, and continuing to grow. She felt the same in her perky backside, which was currently billowing out like a hot air balloon.
"Whoa!" Cuckoo Woman cried as, very suddenly, her giant breasts were pushed into her face. Within moments, the slender heroine was reduced (or rather, enlarged) into a feathered ball with scrawny arms, kicking feet and a blonde head sticking out.
"Mighty Heroines?" The clown giggled, clapping gleefully. "I'm about to have a Mighty Balloon collection!"
"You won't get away with this!" Cuckoo Woman cried out, her voice muffled by her own body. Still giggling, The Ballooner walked over to Cuckoo Woman and easily lifted her massive body in one hand. She then took a string and tied it around the Heroine's foot. Cuckoo Woman now floated over The Ballooner's head, writhing hopelessly.
"Who will be next?"
"I'll send that fiend flying!" Shouted Tornado Woman. "Whee!" She spun into a giant twister, which quickly devoured the Ballooner and her victim. The other three Heroines watched excitedly as they heard punches landing. Their excitement soon turned to horror as the tornado vanished. Tornado Woman had gotten herself tangled in Cuckoo Woman's string.
"Sorry, Tornado Woman..." Cuckoo Woman said.
"Sorry, Cuckoo Woman..." said Tornado Woman. The Ballooner laughed and reached out, patting Tornado Woman's stomach. The short woman swelled quickly, her short body growing into a blue ball. She waved her shrinking arms and kicked her chubby legs until only hands and feet remained. The Ballooner tied a string to her foot as well, adding a blue balloon to her collection.
"We have to distract her!" Diaper Woman said. "Rope Woman, while I distract her, you tie her up, the Strong Woman can grab her and take her off to jail!"
"Got it!" The other two said.
"Hey!" Diaper Woman called, waving her chubby little arms. "Show me a magic trick, clown!" The Ballooner paused to consider.
"Well ok then! But first, I need a volunteer." A skinny woman walked down the street at just the wrong moment as the clown reached out and grabbed her upper arm.
"Hey! What gives?" The tan, athletic brunette complained. She wore a bright green tank top and gray running shorts, her long hair tied back out of her face. The clown let the two strings go (But the inflated Heroines bobbed in place) and pulled a salt shaker out of her obnoxious plaid vest.
"Just ordinary table salt! But in the hands of The Ballooner-" She threw the powder all over the girl. There was a pause when suddenly, she began to plump up. Her toned stomach bulged suddenly, followed by her butt and chest. Her thighs widened and her arms grew round. The girl screamed out, her hands at her face. "-Tada! Now she's a balloon too! Hahahahahaha!"
"Now, Rope Woman!" Diaper Woman shrieked as the athlete continued to swell. She looked like an overfilled yoga ball with bright green and gray clothes painted on her taut, tan flesh. Her arms and legs had all but disappeared, and her wide eyes looked frantically at her body. The woman made of rope burst from the bushes, tying a knot around the Ballooner's ankle. Several moments later, the clown was completely tied up. The hot air athlete began to float away, still expanding. The small moon floated towards some scaffolding and she held on for dear life.
With The Ballooner incapacitated, Strong Woman jumped from the bushes and picked the clown up. "Ha-HA, we got you now!"
"Oh, have you?" The clown laughed, poking Rope Woman with her fingers. Suddenly, Rope Woman began to unravel, pulling away from the clown like a long, thin balloon. Strong Woman stepped back as her 30-foot-long counterpart waved in the air. "I LOVE balloon animals!" She grabbed Rope Woman and, in a cartoony cloud, engulfed Strong Woman. When the smoke cleared, Rope Woman had been tied in a complicated knot around Strong Woman. "My favorite is called the knot! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Sorry, Strong Woman." Rope Woman apologized.
"Aww, now it's just one!" The clown cried. "Playtime is almost over. It's been fun, but you'll complete my collection!" As the clown advanced threateningly, Diaper Woman noticed the salt shaker abandoned on the ground. She snatched it and hid it behind her back, with the bottle.
"Before you inflate me," Diaper Woman said. "Have a drink. It'll make you feel better."
"I just might!" The greedy clown laughed. "What a good girl, sharing her things!" The Ballooner took the bottle and chugged it down. With a smack of the lips, she tossed it aside.
Her painted face spasmed almost instantly. She stomped her feet like a child, yelling, "No no no! It isn't fair!" Her baggy clown costume was baggy no longer- the clown's expanding form filled it quite nicely. Her hands and feet were absorbed as she grew bigger and bigger, outsizing even the biggest of her creations. The clown began to float away, spinning end over end. Her head as soon absorbed into her globe of a body. Her yells of "No!" could still be heard, muffled and angry. Soon the sky was filled with gaudy plaid cloth. A rumble filled the Heroines' ears, and with a final "No!" the clown exploded. Golden powder rained down from The Ballooner's body, landing on everyone. To their delight, the Heroines deflated, returning (almost) to their regular sizes.
"Let's go talk to the mayor!" Diaper Woman cried. The Heroines agreed and, with their individual yells, they took off towards town hall. "Congratulations, Heroines!" The mayor said happily from behind her desk. "The Ballooner got a taste of her own medicine and the city has been deflated!"
"Well gosh, mayor, don't thank us!" Cuckoo Woman said, her body still hosting exaggerated curves. "It's our job!" The women nodded and filed out, preparing to return to their regular lives. The door closed behind them and, with a sigh, the mayor hefted herself to her feet. It took a lot of effort because, unlike the rest of town, the mayor hadn't deflated as well. Everything down to her stomach returned to normal. Unfortunately, her rear was still enormous- both cheeks resembled giant, overfilled yoga balls. She didn't even need a chair to sit at her desk. The mayor waddled over to the door and opened it again, allowing Mindy to enter.
The poor secretary was still very inflated. Her arms and legs were slender as they had been before, but everything in-between was still enormous. She looked like an inflatable Christmas lawn ornament with normal arms and legs sticking out.
"I don't think the Heroines even noticed the door is ten feet wider now," Mindy said, placing her tiny hands on her giant hips.
"I love those ladies, but they are all a bit slow." The mayor also placed her hands on her hips. "Mindy, get my tailor on the phone. We've got a lot of work to do."
"I might get used to this," Mindy said absently, running her hands up and down her round body as she waddled out the door. High above the city, the athlete remains. Unlike the rest of the city, she is still inflated. Part of the scaffolding caught all the powder destined for her. The brunette looks ready to cry when her body shudders. The hissing audible, the inflating resumes. Eyes wide, she looks down at the ground. "Uhh..."
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*Hi, Dear Reader, This one is short and sweet. A little romance. Thanks to Gail and Ruthie for editing. And please comment and vote. Thanks. E. Z.*
I opened the door to find Carla at thirteen. Big blue eyes with long lashes. Overpowering eyes. Gangly, coltish, flat chested, and hipless. Long, straight brown hair. Lips of brown from a Fudgcicle she sucked innocently.
"I'm Carla. You're Bill, Bessie's grandson who lives here now. You're twenty-six and working on your Master's in English at the University. You're a writer, too, but you've never published anything. You're single and you don't have a girlfriend. See. I know all about you. Can I come in?" She bounced by me to spend the first of countless delightful hours.
Creaking, the rusted hinges on the door of my heart began to open.
Carla at fourteen slammed the door behind her. Angry eyes, perturbed expression. Sweatshirt hiding budding breasts. Shorts revealing long legs starting to ripen. Brown hair, slightly curled, to her shoulders.
"I hate boys."
"Why?"
Hands on hips, eyes flashing. "They all want to play with me. Do I look like a toy to you? Well, Bill, do I?"
How do you talk about love, about sex, to a beautiful young woman starting to blossom? How do you talk about those things you desperately want to share with her?
Carla at sixteen closed the door softly behind her. She sat on the couch. Blue eyes sensual. Brown hair streaked with red-blonde sunlight. Shapely leg tucked under her. Breasts moved rhythmically as if an offer given only to be withdrawn.
"How's Jane?"
"We broke up."
"Of course. She wasn't the woman for you. I could've told you that. Do you have a new girlfriend?"
"No."
"I don't have a boyfriend." Brow furrowed waiting for me to speak. She leaned forward hesitantly. "I want to be your girlfriend, Bill."
"Carla, I love you," rushed from me.
She flew onto my lap. Arms around my neck. Lips hot against mine. "I love you, too. I want to make love to you, Bill. I want you now."
Insane for a man of twenty-nine to take a girl of sixteen? Yes. Insanely in love.
I opened the door to Carla at nineteen. Red eyes swollen with tears and guilt. Face puffy. Shoulders slumped.
"What's wrong?" I asked apprehensively.
"I... oh, God, Bill. I..."
She slumped to the floor. Sobs ripped the air as she rocked, cradling herself in her arms. Voice tortured.
"I cheated on you. Please, Bill, can you forgive me?"
The doors of my heart opened wider, telling me this woman, with all her faults, held the key.
The doors at the back of the church opened. The organ played and Carla entered. Veiled, all in white. Radiant at the altar. Tears of joy slipped down my face. Her love enveloped me.
I opened the front door to find Carla at twenty-nine on the floor, pregnant belly resting on her crossed legs, our three children piled around her.
"Daddy's home!" a small voice squealed.
Carla smiled up at me and the weight of the world evaporated. "I'm glad you're home. I don't think I can get up."
"Not with three kids sitting on you anyway."
"Oh, Bill, aren't they wonderful. And it won't be too long until there's another one."
I stood behind her as Carla at forty opened the front door. Our daughter was there. Beaming, shining. A reflection of her mother. A young man at her side. "Mom. Dad. This is Jason."
In front of the church, I opened the car door for Carla at forty-two. "I can't believe I'm the mother of the bride. Good Lord, I'm not that old. How do I look?"
"Ravishing. Magnificent. More beautiful than ever."
Lips warm and loving against mine. Eyes twinkled. "I shouldn't have asked you. You're too much in love to give an honest opinion."
I gave my eldest away. Her two sisters were bridesmaids. Her brother was a groomsman.
Carla at fifty opened the door.
"Merry Christmas," they shouted.
Giggles. Laughter. Little feet quick and light. Little hands seeking mine. Little kisses wet and tender. Christmas. Gathering of the clan rocked the old house, overflowing it with love.
I threw open the doors to the emergency room. Terror filled my heart.
"I'm Bill Brown. Car wreck. My wife."
"I'm sorry. We tried, but..."
I sat by her grave as the minister spoke. Sunlight beamed down. Our children and grandchildren surrounded me.
The doors to my heart slowly closed.
Not in anguish or fear, but to hold safe the most precious thing I have.
Memories of Carla.
*The End
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Text: Nic was all alone. All alone in a big house. The only entertainment in this big house was the TV and the computer. He was house-sitting for a family that was away for the week, and that family was due back the next day. The job was easy, just be at the house and take care of the place, so needless to say, he was kind of bored. What he wanted to be doing was his girlfriend, but she lived in the next city over, and couldn't dive yet. Any time that worked for them would be taken up by driving to see each other. He just wanted to see his girlfriend like most other 18 year olds.
This night was like the others in the week, just lay on the couch and watch TV. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit just around his waist, and a plain tee to lounge around in. After a few shows he got bored of TV, and went over to the computer. He opened up a browser and then an incognito window. He typed in "body inflation", then clicked on images. This was his little turn on that no one else knew. Just seeing one image of a ballooning person gave him a hard on.
After a while of indulgence, he decided to go to bed. He stood up and went into the living room. He stopped in the door way and his jaw hit the floor. What he saw was beyond any comprehension in the moment. There was a girl floating in the middle of the room. She ws pale and dressed in rags. She had no legs or arms, and a ghostly light flowed around her. She looked at Nic.
"Hello," the girl said.
"Hi?" Nic responded.
"How are you?"
"Fine?" Nic was quite perplexed by this polite ghost.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Aren't you going to ask me anything?"
"Like what?"
"Who I am or was? What I'm doing here?"
"Ok, what are you doing here?"
"I've been watching you this past week and I've decided that you're a nice enough little boy. You deserve something special. A lovely night of sweet sensation."
"You're going to bring Bonnie here?"
"No, I'm going to do what you've wanted to happen to you, your deepest fleshly desire."
"What's that?"
"You like balloons don't you?"
"You're gonna...to me?"
"Yes," the girl disappeared.
"Where'd you go?"
Nic walked into the living room. He stood there very confused. Suddenly, he felt his whole body tingle. The feeling was strange, and unlike anything he ever felt. Then, he felt air in him. The feeling of air increased. His stomach started to grow. Nic put his hand on it and felt his belly inflate.
"I'm swelling up! Hey! Girl! Where'd you go?"
It grew and swelled with every second. His shirt couldn't conceal it, as it swelled out from uder it. His pants fill with his gut. Then he felt his thighs and butt fill with air, and push against his restraining pants. His chest now pushed outward and swelled against his shirt.
"This feels so good, but how do I know you won't pop me?"
His legs pushed against each other and his stance widened. He rubbed his torso and felt his ballooning self. His shirt tore at his belly, and his pants button shot off. His flesh poked through his jeans as they tore. His arms inflated and stuck out to the sides.
"Hello? I don't know how much more I can take!"
His shirt ripped off him and left his torso exposed. His back rounded out and he became more spherical. His belly started to engulf his arms and legs. His pants ripped and left him in his underwear. Nic was now a perfect sphere with hands, feet and a head. "Girl? Hello? I think I'm as full as I can get! Hemo? Ir? Ey? Iehme merph!"
Nic's lips, hands, and feet plumped up. His fingers and toes turned to sausages, and he couldn't speak anymore. His body continued to swell.
"Hello there, big boy," the girl reappeared and floated right in front of Nic's face.
"Mmm! Mmmm!" Nic's hands and feet disapeared into his massive body, and his underwear ripped off him.
"Really? It's that good?"
"MMM! Mmmmm!" Nic's head slowly shrank in to his body. His skin started to turn pink, then red as the pressure rose inside him.
"You know, I should tell you why. I saw you looking at all these pictures of people ballooning up, and decided you shouldn't be left out."
"Mmmmmm! Mmm mm m mm m!" Nic's whole head was now egulfed and he couldn't hear anything any more. His body stopped getting bigger, and he felt like he was going to pop at any second now.
"Let's see how loud this will be. I've been wondering about that."
Nic's body groaned uder the stress. He moaned and grunted under the surmounting pressure. Then it all gave way and a loud BANG was heard. The fruniture in the room was blown backwards, the paintings fell, and the walls cracked.
The girl wasn't affected. She floated there and saw the result of her chaos.
"He was a nice boy, but was so loud left a mess of this room. Come on back now," She disappeared and Nic reappeared.
"AAAHHH! I'm...back? I'm back! I'm back! I'm not a million peices! Girl? Ghosty girl?"
Nic looked around and saw no one. He was alone.
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Fish Again? “Really, dear, fish again?”
“Urrr”
“Yes, I know it’s all you eat now days, but do I have to eat it every night now, too?”
“Urr, Urrrrr, Urrrr.”
“I know, at least you cooked mine. I do appreciate that.”
“Urrrrrrrr.”
“I know.
“Urrr, uurrrr, uuurrrr?”
“Sorry, I’m just frustrated. When we got married, I was expecting, well, something different.”
“Urrrr?”
“No, I’m not mad at you for volunteering, the puffins needed to be saved. I get it. I just don’t think I was prepared for this.”
“Urr. Urrrrrrr. Urr?”
“No, it’s not you. I just, well, I just wasn’t expecting your dedication to require you to become… so different.”
“Urr, urrr, urrrrrr, urr?” “Yes, I think the beak is cute, and I understand the importance of all the eggs you’ve contributed. Look, I’m sorry to bring it up. I know how important this is to you. But I thought we’d be fostering baby puffins from the colony or something, or just donating money. I was not expecting to have you lay eggs and hatch puffins.”
“Urrr. Urrr.”
“I’m sorry, alright, I really shouldn’t have brought it up. You didn’t know that signing on meant becoming a puffin woman.”
“Urrrr.”
“And, yes, I know it’s frustrating you’ve lost your voice. I’m just glad I still understand you.”
“Urrr. Urrrr?”
“Yes, I love you too, that hasn’t changed. I’ll always love you, beak and all.”
“Urrr! Urrrr, uuurrr?”
“Yes, I still find you sexy. But, can I please have something other than fish tomorrow?”
“Urr.”
“Fine, I’ll do the cooking tomorrow. Don’t get mad though when I decide to have chicken.”
“Uurrr!”
“Shit, sorry! It’s a joke! I promise, no chicken!”
“Urrr, Urrr… UUURRRR!” “Huh? Oh crap, is it time again? What is this? The seventh egg this month? Shit, you might make top producer this quarter.”
“Urrrrrr!”
“Hold on, I’ll get the towels. Just let it come, I’ll be right back.”
“Urrr.”
“There’s my good puffin girl, one more for the species.”
“Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”
“Oh, feeling frisky now?”
“Urrr, urr.”
“As soon as I get the egg in the incubator, I will. I promise.”
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Note: This is a work in progress short story. I'm looking for advice and suggestions on how to make it better. This isn't including yiff.
The Night Shift Bernard looks about, keeping the cloak over his body, clenching in pain with each step he took. Tonight was too rough for him, nearly killed him. He remembered the deep claw marks clenching into his shoulder, almost puncturing a blood vessel near his neck. He had to get his med kit out before Red and Fergus finds out about his outings. Itl be a pain to wash the blood out of his black fur. Luckily, his white chest fur didn get dripped. How I manage to keep my chest clean was sheer dumb luck, He thought. As he looks up, he spots the usual sign he always has for the past ten years; The Mass Caf. He digs into his pocket, and found his key. It was too late for business hours, so knowing Red and Fergus, he thought, theyl be asleep by now. He slides the key within the lock and turns it. He grips the doorknob quickly, trying to keep the door as quiet as possible. Bernard opens the door and slides in, shutting the door behind him silently. He walks slowly pass the tables and the bar, heading towards the stairs. orning Bernard. Bernard turns behind and sees the grey old wolfhound looking towards him, his earring glowing within the moonlight, his hazel eyes looking into Bernard green eyes. ergus, your up early.Bernard said, smiling towards Fergus innocently. ake the cloak off Bernard.Fergus said, staring at him. ome on Fergus, its late and ake the cloak off.His voice was more serious toned now, getting up from his chair and pulls out his knife. f you don take it off, then Il cut it off. Bernard stares back at him, his heart beating rapidly. He knew if he took his cloak off, Fergus would see, but he didn want to make Fergus more upset. He already knew about it if he up this late. Bernard raises his arm and unhooks the cloak from the button. He lowers his arms and relaxes his shoulders, letting the cloak slide off his body. Fergus drops the knife from his hand and raises his other hand to his muzzle. ear god Bernard Bernard arms were covered with multiple thong lines bleeding. Bernard tries to cover some of them up with his paws. ergus can explain urn around and take your shirt off. He whimpers and slowly turns, unbuttoning his shirt and lets it slide off of his arms. Fergus closes his eyes and looks away quickly. Multiple thong marks show upon his back with minor puncture wounds, including the one near his neck. Bernard knew if just one more inch of the whip hit that mark, he would bleed non-stop till he was dead. hat type of whip was it Bernard? The Shark Teeth?Fergus looks back at him and heads towards the bar. Yes it was and that won be necessary Fergus have my own crystals to use. Fergus halts and grabs the nearest whiskey bottle and a towel, then looks back towards Bernard, with a snarl look. bet your fucking pardon but you expect me to just let you go upstairs like nothing happened. es, this is my body and this is my responsibility. esponsibility? This isn responsibility Bernard; this is you wanting to kill yourself. And I know exactly why. Bernard heads towards the stairs, but Fergus quickly hops over the counter and places his head upon Bernards chest. it down! You will listen you selfish child! Fergus pushes him gently upon the table, forcing him to sit down.
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I want you to kiss me lover. Kiss me down below. Kiss me all over there, and make me wet with need and wanting. Kiss me till the quivering starts.
Lay me down on the bed. Kiss me upon my lips and suckle at my neck. Trail your wet mouth down the valley of my breasts and around my nipples. Feast upon them, one. And then the other. Feel them plump up in your mouth, and harden on your tongue.
Run your hands over my body. Feeling the warmth of my skin and roundness of my curves. Lower your body until you are knelt down below my belly. Lay your hands upon my knees and gently push them apart. Place a tender kiss upon the inside of my knee, and then the other. Running your hands, further and further up my thighs. Feel the tender skin that leads the way to where you seek. Back and forth, place more and more sweet kisses up my inner thighs. Entice my body to open up for you.
When you arrive at the place where my most sacred space is, stop. Sit back upon your heels and just relish the sight of me. Take a moment to tell me what you see. The soft curls of my hairs, that protect such a treasure. The slope of my mound, rising up and over my pelvis. The bits of flesh that are peeking out because you've aroused them. Arouse them more my Lover.
Slide your hands all the way up. Up to the place where the wealth of what you seek lies. Gently with your fingers feel the hair that covers it. As your fingers investigate further, notice how the strands wrap themselves around your digits. Enticing you to come and play with the spaces that they defend. Pull them apart to view that space. See how my lips lay down my kitty. How they fold themselves, just so; and await your ministrations? Minister to them. Kiss them.
That's it. Lean over with your mouth and lay a kiss upon my lips. Feel them respond to you. Kiss them over and over, as you do to the lips upon my mouth. Tasting them. Run your tongue along their seem, tempting them to open for you. Suckle one into your mouth and feel it plump up in response. Tongue its mate. Tease them. Over and over and over and over. Until they are ripe and fat.
Settle yourself now, down upon the bed. Nestled between my legs. Your belly on the blanket, your elbows close to your body, and your mouth hovering over the juncture of my body. Look up at me. See me there before you, laid out upon the pillows, quietly waiting for you. My hair tossed around my shoulders. My breasts full and the nipples hard. My hand reaching out for you. Feel it rest on the top of your head. Applying the slightest of pressure to return. "Please Lover." Wanting you to kiss me again.
Begin again with those sweet kisses that you know I enjoy so much. Tasting the moisture that has begun to seep out and coat my lips. Relish in its flavor. Tell me that you like it. Tell me how sweet it tastes. Hear my mewl at such a statement.
Smile to yourself. Grin from ear to ear. Take that moment to enjoy what you create inside of me with your kisses lover. Then go back to doing it.
Notice how my lips pucker up for you now. How reddened in nature they have become. Prop your forearms against my open thighs, and using your fingers, reach up and spread them wide apart. Find the lips you know you want to grow as well. See them there, soft and seeping their juice; provoking you to come to them. Go to them Lover. Lay your strong lips against their soft nature and provoke them to open for you.
"Oh! Yes. Like that." You hear the words coming out of my mouth as you feel my hips buck in reply.
Continue kissing them. Lapping your tongue over them and around them. Tasting each petal that unfold itself for you. Each one wanting you to kiss it next. Suckle on it just a bit longer. Stroking along its edges. Giving it your attentions. To feel the silkiness of your tongue against it.
Feel my body start to shudder, and my hips bounce, at your kisses. You wonder if this is my ending. You pause and look at me for some notion as to continue or not. "Don't Stop!" you hear. Watching my head shake back and forth. "Don't stop until I tell you too." You feel my hands grabbing at your head with determination. "Don't stop until I push you away and close my legs. Don't stop even if I buck and scream at you. Please, oh please just keep going."
Tell me that you understand lover. Tell me that you want to keep going, by putting your mouth where I need it. "Oh please." you hear my answer to your decision.
Start at the top and work your way down to the source of all the juice, that is starting to cover your own lips. Dip your tongue into the pot of honey. Wiggle it around to gather more of it into your mouth. Fuck me with your tongue. Feel my body begin to fuck you back. Rocking back and forth into the rhythm that it craves.
"Yes!" and "More." "Oh God!" and "Hmmmmmmm!" Hear the words tumbling off of my lips, encouraging you to go on. And on. And on.
Feel my body go from gentle rocking to thrusting. My legs start to tremble. Hear my screams getting louder. Point your tongue hard and apply the pressure of it deep inside of me. Even now, Don't stop! Know that I am cumming. Climaxing on your tongue in my body. The vitality pouring out of my kitty.
But even as I start to shake hard, don't stop. Lick up my slit, then down again, over and over, in response. . Take me from one climax, to the next. Know that even now, it is just a climax. "So sensitive. Oh God. So much! So gooooood." Stimulate my pussy until I'm a mess of moaning and shaking. Till the words coming out of my mouth go from English, to non-sense.
Then lick my clitoris my sweet. Feel my body try to shake you off, by bucking hard against your face. Place your hands on my hips, and hold them down. Kiss it again. Lap at it as it swells up and hardens for you. Push the folds of the hood away and rub your nose against it. Stroke it with your tongue and suck it like a mini appendage. Bite it. Gently.
Kiss me until the orgasm starts. Hide your surprise at the flow of cum, as it hits your face. Coating your nose and chin. Keep kissing my pussy as it squirts and spurts its release. As my body goes from bucking to shaking. As my moans go from coherent, to guttural. Feel my thighs close around your head, pinning the source of such pleasure to me.
Kiss me until it finishes. Kiss me as my thighs part for you again. Kiss me until I'm a panting, moaning puddle of sweat and exhaustion. Kiss me until I pull at your head.
Smile as you know now, what your kisses can do to me. Take satisfaction in being able to furnish such pleasure for me. Lay a last kiss upon the top of my mound. Then rise up and kiss me Lover. Kiss me up here. Kiss me down there. Kiss me all over there, and make me wet with need and wanting. Kiss me till the quivering starts. Kiss me till the quivers become shakes and you think that I'm done. Oh, my lover I am far from done. It is just the beginning of the pleasure we will share.
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I've always envied those who felt at home in their own bodies.
Those who were proud of themselves and had no doubts that they were exactly who they were supposed to be.
Those who had no doubts about where they stood when it came to the line dividing the boys from the girls.
I never wanted to be a boy but I never felt like one of the girls.
Why don't you like dolls? You should wear dresses more. Why do you always put her in boy's clothes?
Why doesn't she have more girl friends? Why is she always with boys?
I stayed with the boys because I just had more in common with them.
No matter how hard I tried I always felt out of place around other girls.
Like I was wearing an identify that didn't quite fit right no matter how much I moved it around.
Girls like dolls not cars. Girls like dresses not jeans. Girls like like pink, not blue. Girls like dressing up not playing with dinosaurs and action figures.
My parents didn't care if they had a daughter who preferred Jurassic Park over Barbie so why should anyone else?
Why did I?
If I tried to be myself they criticized me for my interests. If I tried to be more feminine they could only talk about how it was about time I acted like a "real" little girl.
Why was I made to feel as if any interest in the masculine was a betrayal of the feminine side I was supposed embrace?
Why do we live in a society that seeks to place such harsh dividing lines between us?
Boy or girl? Girl or boy?
Ask five people and you'll get ten different answers. Why can't we all just be who we are?
Why can't we seek to understand each other first instead of just forcing them to fit into boxes we alone feel comfortable with?
I never wanted to be a boy. Not then and not now. But that wasn't something others could understand.
I don't want to be anything. I just want to be myself.
I will not hang my head in shame because I do not fit your stereotypes of what a woman is supposed to be.
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Boy or Girl? by ShingetsuMoon
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Text: "Thanks again for lettin' me use your space" AnDJrea's voice echoed through the warehouse-turned-nightclub as she finished hooking up the last few power cords into her equipment. The lithe teen looked like a DJ booth had exploded on her. Dyed green hair that ended in two very long pigtails, a sleeveless black-and-neon-green vest with an assortment of buttons, and a green skirt. Her neon legwarmers completed the look. "It really helps to have a space like this so I can hear how the music will sound in the end," she continued.
"For you? No problem!" replied the middle-aged, professional looking businesswoman in the back of the club, bringing in the last of the boxes in from the van. "Your songs always make my customers dance, no matter which DJ is playing them."
"Thanks," AnDJrea took the last box from the club owner and set it down. She began rummaging through the records and CDs in it, looking for inspiration.
"Now listen," the owner said. "I've got to do an advertising spot with the radio station, but I trust you to not steal anything. Now, my people come in and start setting up around four because we open around six. That's as much time as I can give you today."
"That's more than fair. Hopefully, today's all it'll take," sighed AnDJrea.
"Great." The businesswoman turned to leave. "Love your stuff, hope you get inspired past that musician's block!" she shouted as she walked out of the club.
AnDJrea turned back to her equipment and started getting everything turned on. She hadn't had any luck in the past three months with a new remix, and she really needed the cash. But the inspiration wasn't coming. Rather half-heartedly she grabbed some sound files off her computer and just started experimenting. Dubstep, techno remixes, classical music through some filters, she cycled through them all. AnDJrea guessed it was about three-thirty and she still had nothing. She didn't know how much longer she could mooch off clubs for free testing areas; she NEEDED something new. In frustration, she just put in some new stuff she'd heard on the radio and listened to it, trying to hear the possibilities. The second song made her pause. Some nice midtempo soul song, but it was surprisingly upbeat and just made a body feel*** good. She replayed it. Soul wasn't perfect for a techno remix, but something about the song just made her want to clap along.
She tried putting a filter over it. No, wrong one; ruined it. A new filter. Something better, possibilities were opening up. Put a second filter over the first. No, that filter was bad too. A new second filter. Change it up at the chorus. Yes, things were getting better.
AnDJrea closed her eyes and just let the beat of her new song wash over her. This was something new. Infusing. It wasn't just music, it infected the body. Lifted you up. It's almost if it framed the world in a silver lining. Showed you all the good and fun and lightness in the world in just a bar of music. It was just missing a little something. A finishing touch. Maybe a backbeat drum.
Eyes still closed, AnDJrea's hand lazily drifted across her soundboard, but accidentally bumped something. A nob turned, a switch flipped, a button pressed. It didn't matter. The room came alive with sound.
This new song washed over her like a wave of pure enjoyment. It suffused her body, resonated within her. It was almost as if it was an electric blanket you could curl underneath on a cold, crisp morning. It was a dip in a refreshing pool on a hot summer's day. It was the feeling of first love, and the wonderment of being a kid again, all at the same time.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, AnDJrea felt her clothes shifting. Her hands floated down to her midsection, and she could feel her belly filling out. Deep down, some part of her told her that this was something off-kilter, but the music was so good, and she was in such a positive mood, that she simply smiled and giggled like a schoolchild. Why wouldn't I be growing? This music, it fills you! She opened her eyes to see that wasn't just her midsection. Her breasts were larger, her arms, the music was infusing every part of her being.
She heard the end of the song coming up and reached over, hitting the continuous loop button. Instantly the four hard, starting notes hit, and a new rush accompanied each one. Her body grew bigger on each beat; AnDJrea couldn't contain herself anymore. She jumped from her chair, trying to dance. Closing her eyes again so she could feel the music, she wobbled back and forth, gyrating and clapping along with her inflated arms. She could feel her body taking on more and more of the music. She allowed it, invited it inside her. More and more. Raising her spirits. Raising her emotions. Raising... her.
She started bouncing and skipping in her dance, each jump sending her slightly higher. Each one lingering in the air for slightly longer. Each one perfectly timed to come down on the right beat so she could bounce or skip again. Higher and higher, longer and longer in the air. Until she didn't need to come down anymore.
She eventually felt some small pressure against her back as the music pounded both within and without her. She slowly opened her eyes to an unfamiliar scene. In the daze of the music, it took her a minute to realize that she had floated up to the ceiling. She just closed her eyes and contently hugged herself; letting the awe-inspiring nature of the music take her.
Below, faintly, she heard the owner of the club. "AnDJrea? I'm back! Are you*** oh my, that's quite... ooh!"
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Text: "Control, this is the lab. We have a problem."
The administrator frowned and stabbed the intercom button. "I don't like problems."
"I know," replied the intercom nervously. "But we're seeing some unexpected results from batch A23 on subjects. Please, check the cam feed on 14...right away."
The administrator swiveled to the desk monitor with a grunting sigh. The screen flickered to life, and audio followed. The observation room had just one occupant: a female form in the standard-issue black lycra skinsuit, blonde hair, face too far from the camera to see — but the silver belt was plainly visible. The microphones detected a hissing, interrupted only by a wheezing. Both were coming from the subject.
The young woman on the screen clutched at her midsection, gasping for breath in small moans. Her hips began to flare below her sensor belt; her chest began to grow. The administrator's eyes flicked to the digital overlay in the corner of the monitor. Green numbers began to climb: 27. 31. 37.
The blonde clutched at her swelling form in disbelief; she was clearly not prepared for this. A stretching sound was faintly audible as her breasts and hips rounded further, forming an exaggerated hourglass. The hissing increased as the numbers turned yellow. 43. 47. 51.
"Somebody help me!" cried the subject, banging at the one-way mirror. "Jesus, I'm blowing up!" And she was. Her breasts and hips had hit cartoonish proportions, rounded and taut. The spandex continued to stretch, but the belt cinched her mercilessly. The hissing had deepened further, and the numbers climbed into an angry red: 67. 71. 73.
An outf-breath lab assistant suddenly burst into the room, gripping a clipboard and a walkie-talkie. "Did you see that? Are you watching?" he asked in a panic. The administrator didn't look away from the monitor, where the sobbing blonde dared not touch her own inflated body. The lycra pulsed and shimmered, reflecting the room lights with every invisible pump. The red digits would not relent: 83. 91. 97...and flashing.
"Ma'am?" asked the assistant nervously. "What do we do?"
The adminstrator raised an eyebrow. "We do nothing," she replied, staring through the frightened scientist with steely blue eyes. "These results are not 'unexpected'...and I fail to see a problem."
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Our wedding was beautiful. I was able to have the wedding I had always dreamed of, like the one in Godfather I. My whole family was there, Ryan's too. Our colors were a sandy brown and ocean blue. The bridesmaids dresses were the sandy color and the flower girl wore the ocean blue dress. For a classic touch we just had the ushers wear black tuxedos and Ryan wore a deep royal blue tuxedo. I wore a beautiful white gown with an aged lace veil. The reception was amazing. There was dancing and food, and my dad sang a song for me. It was all great. Towards the end of the reception, Ryan told me he had a surprise for me. He pulled out two airline tickets and I just looked at him.
He said Pack your bags "mon cher," we have to board in 3 hours.
"Where are we going, Ryan?"
A big smile crossed his face, and he said "We're going to Paris, baby. You and me, fifteen nights and fifteen days in the city of l'amour."
I let out a high pitched squeal and jumped into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Oh my God! Ryan! We're going to Paris? I cant believe this! I've always wanted to go there. Oh honey thank you so much. I love you so much."
"I love you too... Mrs. Reynolds." When he said that, he gave a little chuckle, I smiled up at him and gave him a kiss.
Ryan and I arrived in Paris the next morning and went to our hotel room. We spent the day walking around Paris. I was absolutely mesmerized by all the sights around me. Ryan and I went back to the hotel room after dinner and I went into the bathroom so I could put on my "special outfit" for our first night on our honeymoon.
Ryan and I had decided that we would abstain from any sexual activity from the day he proposed to me to this night. I felt as nervous as I had the first time we made love. I put a robe on over the negligee I had designed and had made specifically for this night. It was a white corset with blue boning and lace over the cups for the breasts. The panties were white as well with blue lace everywhere but the crotch, which was white satin. I put on white thigh high stockings which attached to a white lace garter belt and slipped my 3 inch white heels. I gave myself a last oncever and sashayed out the door into the room.
Ryan sat there, in front of the mammoth fireplace. He looked so gorgeous bathed in the fire's glow. He sat on the sofa in his pajama pants and nothing else. I loved to see the light of the flames flickering over his muscular form. Per my pleading request, Ryan grew out his beard. I thought it was so sexy. As I stood there staring at my new husband, I thought that he looked like Adonis, or the statue of David. Every chiseled feature more beautiful than the last. I couldn't believe the depth of my love for this man. I'd never felt like that before, but I loved feeling it.
Ryan turned and looked at me with love in his eyes. I slowly walked toward him, swaying my hips. I came within a few feet of him and he reached out for me, grabbing me by my slender hips. Ryan kissed my stomach then let his lips travel up to my breasts, then my chest, my neck and my lips. He stood and hugged me to him, then while kissing my neck he pulled my hair off to the side and slid the zipper on the back of my corset all the way down. Ryan ran his hands over my back, light as humming bird wings. He let the corset fall to the floor and went to work, untying the ribbons on the sides of the panties and they too found their way to the floor.
Ryan looked at me, his eyes drinking me in, they followed every line, every curve of my body. He used his fingers to gently trace the curve of my breasts. He ran his thumbs over my now very erect nipples. I let out a soft sigh as Ryan pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. He explored my mouth with his tongue, massaging mine with his. He held me tight, then grabbed me underneath my buttocks and picked me up, carrying me to the bedroom. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. When e got into the bedroom, he pressed me against the wall, pushing his bulge against my bare lower lips which opened slightly with the force of his groin against them.
I shuddered as I felt the slightly rough fabric of Ryan's pj pants rasp against my exposed clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body. He moved his hips around and his erection sprang free of the small opening in the front of the pants meant for easy access when you need to relieve yourself. It hit the moist lips of my pussy with a muffled smack. With one swoop, Ryan moved his hips and pushed his dick inside me. I cried out as I felt the head of his stiff member slam into my cervix.
He grabbed me under the cheeks of my ass and pounded me against the wall. I dug my nails into Ryan's back as he pushed in and out of my tight opening. My wetness covered the base of his cock, making it very slick. Ryan walked to the bed while still inside me and lay me down on the soft bed. He still had the cheeks of my ass in his hands, gripping them hard. Ryan pulled out of me then went to push back into me. When he did, he accidentally slammed into my exposed ass. I cried out loudly as tears ran down my face. Ryan's eyes grew wide as he realized what he'd done.
"Oh sweetheart, are you ok?!?!"
"Ow ow ow. "
"I'm sorry sweetheart, here let me take it out." Ryan started to pull out, but even that pain was excruciating.
"Ow! No... baby...please, don't move, just stay still for a sec."
Soon the pain started to subside and I felt I could move. I moved my hips and felt a wonderful sensation. I grabbed Ryan by the hips and slowly had him push inside. I winced a bit, but the pain was significantly less now. I nodded at Ryan and he looked back at me incredulously.
"Are you sure baby?"
I nodded again.
Ryan slowly pulled out and pushed back in. I moaned softly and Ryan lifted an eyebrow. I reached down and ran my fingers over my pussy. Ryan started pumping a steady pace and I slid two fingers inside me. I fingered myself wildly as Ryan sped up a bit. I moaned and bit my bottom lip. Ryan pulled my hand away and pushed two o f his own long wide fingers deep inside me. Ryan kissed me as he sped up again, now slamming into me. Ryan came hard inside me he pumped into me until he was through. He lay there on top of me, breathing heavily. He slowly pulled out of me and kissed me deep.
Ryan disappeared for a moment and I heard water running. He came back out a few moments later in a robe and picked me up like a baby. He carried me to the bathroom and I saw that he had lit candles and put music on. We got into the shower and turned the water on very warm. I started by lathering up a washrag and running it over every muscle, every ripple.
I brought the rag down his stomach to his penis. I ran the cloth over the shaft and balls, then lightly brushed it over the head. Ryan grew hard again and I started jerking him off. With my right hand, I stroked his cock, squeezing it and rotating my hand. With my left, I gently kneaded Ryan's balls and ran my nails softly across them. It wasn't long before I felt his balls tighten up and he sprayed his cum on my thigh.
Ryan then took his turn washing me and watching the soap glide over my curves. Ryan kissed me and pressed me up against the shower wall. He grabbed my left breast and kneaded it and used his other hand to spread the lips of my pussy and play with my swollen clit. I started to tremble as I saw him go to his knees and spread my lips apart. He slid his tongue along the length of my pussy and flicked it on the tip of my clit. I moaned loudly as Ryan ate me out. Then with a shudder I was cumming -hard. A rush of my juices sprayed out of me as I came. I nearly fell, but Ryan caught me and held me. We got out of the shower and put on our pajamas. We lay in bed for a few minutes in each others' arms, just talking and kissing before falling into a deep sleep.
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Behind the Scenes: Blade Trinity Ch. 02
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The dark figure watched them, watched the lone prisoners in their rotting cells, wallowing in their self-pity. The figure smiled inwardly, though it had no face in which to smile at the suffering of the ones he watched, but it felt great delight in their suffering. He watched one prisoner in particular, one in which interested him to a point where the figure watched only this lone sufferer. The dark, bodiless, faceless figure approached the interesting one and spoke for the first time in a long, long while. "You suffer?" it asked the curiously strange creature.
The snow leopard looked up lazily from his slouchedposition and grunted. He lolled his head down and slid slowly to the ground, whimpering and sobbing. "Yes!" cried the sufferer. "Yes, I suffer. Do you delight in my pain?"
The faceless figure would have smiled if he had amouth in which to smile with. But it felt a warm, yet, chilling feeling of amusement. "Yes," it said instead, "I delight in your pain. But you've yet to truly suffer."
"How could I possibly suffer more! My wife must have re-married by now, and my child...my dear, unique child. She must be a young woman now, growing up without knowing who her father is..." the snow leopard in the cell trailed off and sobbed once again. "Yes, how can I suffer more?"
More sinister delight tickled the dark, faceless figure. "Watching your family die?"
The leopard in the cell jumped, leaped to his feet and pressed what was left of his body to the metal bars and tried to reach for the figure. "Leave them! Please! Do what you will to me, but leave them be!" he begged, he pleaded, his purple-blue eyes dulled by years of imprisonment now glistened with tears. "Please!?"
The figure just laughed and slowly melted into the backgrounds of the cells. "You stopped the Darkness from devouring the world, and therefore you must suffer for it. Though I doubt mundane imprisonment is sufferable enough. Let us see how your daughter will cope with death at her doorstep."
And then it vanished. As if it had never been...
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Chapter Three *The Watcher* by Silver Anne
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"Lily dear, wake up," Grigory said.
No response. The hyena was asleep on her belly, her cheek to the pillow and her sable locks partly strewn about the pillow and partly covering her face. Grigory lay on his side, almost face to face with the sleeping hyena, and pulled the covers down below her waist. He smiled and reached over, lightly stroking her back with his fingertips. Lily stirred but she didn't wake and turned on her side. The covers slipped a little further, and so did Grigory's paw.
He moved his paw over the outline of her figure and over her thigh, then he moved down a little and then up back to lightly brush her crotch, a bit of her sticky juices caught his finger. This time Lily groaned and curled up little.
Grigory laughed softly, smirking. How can she still be wet?
He rolled her onto her back and brushed her hair out of her face. He touched her eyelids with his fingers and lightly trailed his fingertips over her nose and lips and down her neck till he came to her breasts and brushed the curves of the hyena's breasts with his fingers and moved closer to her, his hot breath blowing over her neck and shoulder. He circled her left nipple with his finger, watching the little bud harden, and moved to her other nipple. He kissed her breast and moved his paw down her body to her legs. His other paw slipped beneath her lifted her right leg while his free paw delved into her slit.
"No please!" Lily cried out, pushing his paw away.
She quickly covered her eyes and closed her legs.
Laughing, Grigory picked her up in his arms and sat her in his lap.
"Good morning," he said, kissing her forehead.
Lily rested her head against his chest.
"You slept well," Grigory said.
"Yes," Lily said, though it was more of a whisper.
Grigory picked his pocket watch up from the nightstand and looked at it.
"It's nearly noon," he said.
"It feels so early," Lily said softly.
"Come," Grigory said, setting her on the edge of the bed, and pressed a button on the wall.
Lily stood up and looked around for her sarong. She found it at the foot of the bed and tied it around her waist.
Grigory checked his watch again.
"Lily, will you go and get the mail?" he asked.
"May I have a shawl?" Lily asked.
"No, you'll go as you are," Grigory said.
Lily opened her mouth to protest.
But it's so cold outside. Is what she would have said, but she held her tongue.
She contemplated this as she made her way downstairs. Her legs felt like jelly and she clung to the rail for support.
One maid was watering the plants. She looked up at Lily and smiled, somewhat happy to see another hyena in the mansion, but then went back to her work.
Lily pulled the heavy oak doors open and jumped a little as the cold air touched her.
Can't keep him waiting. She said to herself.
She took a step forward, then a few more. Reaching the end of the path she saw there was no mailbox. A small blue truck was slowly approaching from the left. It came to a slow halt and a yellow lab stepped out.
Lily dropped her head, blushing scarlet.
"M-mail for Mr. Grigory?" she asked timidly.
The lab smiled and held out a small stack of envelopes. Lily reached for them, as her paw grasped the envelopes the lab's paw reached forward and grabbed her breast. A stunned Lily raised her paws in protest but the lab just smiled and squeezed her breast and tweaked her nipple, then he smiled a little broader and tipped his hat to Lily and returned to his truck.
For a moment Lily stood there and watched his truck disappear, then turned and headed back to the house. The hyena maid from earlier rushed up to her.
"Your hair is a little messy," the other hyena said, gently pushing a few strands from Lily's face.
"The master is in the Dining Hall, he's waiting for you," the maid said.
She stopped Lily on her way to the door.
"This is falling little," the maid said, and she tied Lily's sarong snuggly round her hip.
"Thank you," Lily said.
But he's going to tear it off anyway. Lily thought to herself as she entered the Dining Hall. A few candles had been lit in a gold holder in the center of the table but the rest of the room was lit from the light outside.
Grigory was sitting at the end of the table.
"Your mail sir," Lily said, as she held out the envelopes, then she bit her lip.
Grigory held his paw out and pulled Lily into his lap, he set the envelopes down on the table and fondled her breasts.
"You must be hungry," he said, rubbing Lily's belly.
Lily nodded. She looked at the spread out of the corner of her eye. It all looked so delicious, fresh fruit, toast with golden butter, scrambled eggs and bacon.
"Would you like something to eat?" Grigory asked.
"Yes, please Mr. Grigory," Lily nodded.
The meerkat pushed her down between his legs. He dangled a juicy-looking strawberry in her face.
"If you're a good girl you can have some," he said as he uncovered his cock.
He pressed the head of his cock to her lips and Lily turned her head away.
"If you don't, you don't get food," Grigory said.
But I don't know what to do. Lily thought to herself.
He pushed the head of his cock past her lips and Lily made a face at the bitter taste. He patted her head.
"Good girl," he moaned.
He ran his fingers through the hyena's dark mane and bucked into her mouth. Lily groaned as his pre leaked on her tongue and she whimpered when he pulled and twisted her hair with his fingers. He came quickly, filling her mouth with his hot cum. Drops of the meerkat's cum leaked from Lily's mouth as she pulled off his cock and stained his pants.
"You've made another mess," Grigory said.
"I'm sorry," Lily said softly.
"I have a meeting in an hour, now I'll have to change. This was my best suit."
"I'm sorry."
Grigory stoop up and buckled his belt. Lily stood up but Grigory grabbed her arm.
"You ruined my best suit, you need to pay for your mistakes," he said, and pulled Lily over his lap. The tips of her toes and fingers grazed the smooth wood of the floor.
He pulled her sarong down and ran his paw over her ass.
"How many do you think you deserve?" Grigory asked, squeezing the hyena's cheeks.
Lily's cheeks turned a light shade of red.
"What-" she began, but she was quickly silenced as Grigory brought his paw down hard on her ass.
She cried out and struggled, her paws slapped at and brushed the floor and her legs shook.
"No more! Please sir no more!" Lily cried.
But the meerkat was unrelenting as he continued to smack her ass. Over and over again Grigory slapped the hyena's cheeks, each time his paw came in contact with her round buttocks they would jiggle and a red mark would appear, and with each smack the hyena's cries would grow louder. With each smack her cheeks began to redden and swell. Finally he stopped. He stood Lily up. Her face was slightly flushed and tearstained. She tossed her head forward to hide her face behind her hair as she fixed her sarong.
"We'll talk about this later," Grigory said.
He confined Lily to a room on second floor. It was ugly and dusty. The walls were a dirty yellow in color and the floor was wooden. There was a single mattress in the corner.
"Think about what you've done," Grigory told her before he left.
Lily wandered around the room, stopping in between to stare out the window.
"I don't understand what I've done," she said to herself.
The door clicked open and the hyena maid from earlier stepped in. She fixed a silver pin into her hair.
"It's alright," the maid said.
She held out her paw.
"Come with me," she said.
"But if Mr. Grigory finds out, he'll be furious," Lily said.
"It's alright, you let me worry about that," the hyena maid said.
She took Lily's paw.
"Come," she said.
The hyena maid led Lily down the hall to another room. This one had white-colored walls and a cherry wood floor. There was a bed in the corner with mint green sheets and a matching quilt and pillows. Next to the bed was a cherry wood nightstand with a Tiffany lamp on it. There was a window near the end of the bed. In the other corner there was a desk with a chair.
The hyena maid untied Lily's sarong.
"Lay down," she said.
Please don't spank me again. Lily pleaded to herself.
The hyena maid sat beside her, in her paw she held a small glass jar filled with a milky cream. She unscrewed the jar.
"It will help keep the swelling down," the maid said.
She scooped up a dollop of cream with two of her fingers and spread it over Lily's left cheek.
"Poor you," the maid said sweetly, as she gently massaged the cream into Lily's skin.
She then repeated the same process with the other cheek.
"Thank you," Lily said.
"It's alright," the maid said.
Lily buried her face in her arms. The hyena maid placed a paw on Lily's shoulder.
"Why is he so mean?" Lily asked, her voice slightly muffled from the quilt.
"He really isn't so horrible," the hyena maid said.
A nice lie. Lily thought.
"He just gets a little rough," the maid said.
She put her paws on Lily's waist and kissed her shoulder.
"I'm Mary," the maid said.
She kissed down Lily's back and stroked her fingertips up and down Lily's sides.
There was a loud slam. Grigory's voice could be heard downstairs.
"He's home early!" Mary gasped.
She jumped up.
"Quickly!" she whispered.
Lily grabbed her sarong just as Mary grabbed her arm and rushed her down the hall back to the empty room. She shut the door and hurried down the hall just as Grigory came up the stairs. He opened the door to find Lily sitting on the mattress.
"Hello Master, how was your meeting?" she asked.
"Just fine," Grigory said.
He fixed his shirt collar.
"You can come out now. I will meet you in my room," he said.
"Thank you Master," Lily said.
She paused on her way out to stand on the tips of her toes and kiss Grigory on the cheek.
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The Slave's Punishment by Boleynna
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"Hello?" Kass waited for an answer on the other end. "Hey Teshi... let me ask my mom really quick."
Kass ran to his mother's room and knocked on the door. "What?" She called impatiently. He paused wondering if this was a good time to ask but pressed on anyways. He opened the door and peeked inside. "Can Teshi spend the night tomorrow?"
"Just as long as you don't leave a mess like last time." She glared at him remembering the last mess she had to clean up. "Yes ma'am."
Kass accidentally slammed her door shut as he ran for the phone. "You can come over!" He said excitedly into the receiver. "What? Slow down." "You are allowed to come over tomorrow night."
Kass couldn't do anything but smile as he said goodbye and hung-up. Realizing the time he hurried to his room. He stripped of his clothes and picked out a pair of boxers from his dresser. "It's almost time for bed!" His mother called from her room. "I know."
He walked quickly to the bathroom and closed the door. He threw his boxers on the counter and stepped into the shower only to jump back out as the cold water soaked his chest fur. He waited for the water to warm up and got back in. He rushed to his room after he showered. He wiggled a bit to get comfortable and then settled, falling asleep within minutes.
The end of the final day of school had come and Teshi walked down the street with Kass. Kass's mom was home when they walked in.
"Hey mom." He said as she walked by to the living room. "Hey Kass, hey Teshi."
Kass pulled Teshi by his paw nearly dragging him as he sped towards his room. They dropped their backpacks on the floor as they entered Kass's room. Kass laid out on his bed and turned on his tv. "So what do you want to do?" He asked. "I dunno." He said as he sat down on the bed next to Kass.
The phone rang and Kass's mother answered it. "Damnit are you serious?" She hung-up and walked towards the door. "Kass I have to go in an hour earlier. I will see you two later, bye." She walked out the door before either could answer.
"So now what do you want to do?" Teshi looked down at Kass with a grin. "I dunno." He replied with a wink. "How about some fun?"
Kass nodded and placed his head in Teshi's lap. Teshi leaned over kissing him softly. He murred quietly as he propped himself back against the wall. Kass sat up and began to strip and Teshi did the same. They kissed again, holding it longer as they lay on the bed naked.
"I want you in me." Kass whispered in Teshi's ear. He rolled over and propped his ass in the air with his knees and rested his head on his arms. He waited for Teshi's warm cock to be inside him. Teshi positioned his nose behind the male, blowing a warm puff of air on his puckered tailhole.
Kass moaned quietly at the sensation. He reached under him with one paw and began to fondle his friends balls. Teshi's cock was throbbing and he couldn't wait any longer. He placed the tip of his cock on his ass and pressed firmly. He groaned loudly at the feel of the tight warm hole.
Kass gritted his teeth as Teshi's cock entered him and his muscles tensed. Teshi began to thrust as soon as he was in Kass's ass. Teshi's cock leaked a small amount of pre-cum into Kass's ass making his thrusting easier. Pleasure ran through Kass's body as Teshi continued to fuck him. He buried his face in a pillow to stifle his moans.
Kass's hole became loser as he began to relax. Teshi was now sliding in and ut of his tailhole with ease the sensation making him want more. Kass couldn't hold it in anymore. The combined feel of Teshi's dick in his ass and the feel of his paw stroking his own cock made him explode on his bed. Cum spewed onto the sheets and began to drip from the tip of his penis into the puddle of cum that was on the sheets.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum." He grunted as his thrusts shortened. "Cum in me." His voice was still stifled by the pillows. "Ok."
He gave a final thrust and kept his cock in Kass's ass. He released his hot load in his tailhole causing Kass to shudder. Teshi smiled as he kissed Kass's back. Cum dripped off of Teshi's tip onto the sheets as he pulled his hard, wet cock out, Cum also dripped from Kass's balls which trailed from his open tailhole.
Both lay on the bed panting, kissing, and cleaning cum off of each other with their tongues. "Oh god that was good." Teshi said between pants. "You felt so good in my ass."
Kass sat up in his bed. Smiling he realized that he had made a different kind of mess for his mother to clean up.
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The Last Day of School by DoubleZero
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Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
After we had wanked each other's cocks, and then rested, Billy looked up at me moving his body and face towards my face and gently kissed me on the mouth. His tongue still tasting of our cum, pushed into my mouth back and forth. He was fucking my mouth with his tongue. My thoughts about what happens next flew out the window as I took hold of his cock which was still hard and thick.
I broke from the kiss and looked down at his cock. It was so fucking hot - must be at least 8-9", with a juicy looking red bell-end exposed by me pulling his foreskin down. His shaft was thick but not too thick that I couldn't get my fingers around it. A deep blue vein was pulsing along the length of his shaft. I didn't have much experience of cock size, but I knew this was a big cock. His pubes were trimmed and his balls were big low hangers. I ran my hand over his balls and cupped them, then rolled them around in my hand.
I pulled his body on top of me so our cocks were rubbing together. I was hard again which doesn't usually happen to me so soon after cumming at my age. Billy's body, and cock were really getting my juices flowing. His hands on my shoulders as he was on top of me, I was free to run my hands all down his back till I could feel his firm little ass cheeks. We kissed passionately while Billy humped his cock against mine.
"Dad I want to suck your cock" he said.
I smile and said "I want to suck your cock too". Billy turned his body round. His cock was now inches from my face. I could smell his previous cum load and knew I had to have his cock and cum in my mouth. I licked his cock head and tongued his piss slit. Then ran my tongue around the edge of his cock head. His hot wet mouth enveloped my raging hard cock as I took his cock as far as I could in my mouth. Not having done that for awhile I started to gag and pulled back but kept some of his cock in my mouth. It was so fucking tasty and juicy. The fact that this was my boy's cock made it even more horny. Billy had managed to get my cock in his mouth balls deep - he had obviously had practice at sucking cock.
He was going up and down on my cock, his tongue licking the underside of the head of my cock. I tried to get more of his hard cock into my mouth when he started to gently thrust into my mouth. He was sucking my cock and fucking my face at the same time. I caressed his ass cheeks and ran my fingers up and down his crack. I'd forgotten how good man on man action felt.
I moved my face off his cock and say "Billy I'm gonna cum if you don't stop". He picked up speed sucking my cock. I felt my balls tingle and pull up and then my cock exploded with a load of hot cum in Billy's mouth. I wanted to taste his cum direct from his cock and plunged his cock as far as I could into my mouth and started sucking back and forth. In a few thrusts Billy blew his juicy, sweet, thick boy cum into my mouth. I held it on my tongue as he fucked my face then swallowed it.
Billy turned around and laid on top of me again and kissed me softly.
"You've sucked cock before haven't you Billy?" I asked. He nodded. "Where and who?"
"There's a park not far from where we live. I go there sometimes. There are usually a few guys who like me to suck them off."
"Is that all you've done?" I asked.
He looked at me and smiled. "With a cock like mine, what do you think?"
"As long as you played safe." He nodded. "But no more OK? Your cock is mine now Billy," I said.
"I like that idea. But same goes for you. No one else gets your cum but me." He kissed me again.
"And dad ... I like to fuck and be fucked."
I looked at his soft hanging cock. "I can fuck you" I said. "But I'm not sure about you fucking me with that monster".
Billy looked at me, smiled and winked. "I will fuck you dad ... you will love it ... and beg for it again."
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Me and My Boy Ch. 02
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*In a Pack by SindragonV2*
I own Sin, Nala Ironfang ,David ,Starstorm ,Angel,Ruby,Ice, any other Oc and Silvermoon
I don't own Soto Diego, Manny Sid is own by Blue sky
This is set in A/U of the Ice age movies ,set before the first movie. A Human baby is born with a Tiger birth mark . Seen as evil and a bringer of doom to Humans, his father the leader of the Human clan orders for the death of his own Child. His Mother refuse to let her son die,so run away to save her son life. Only to die and with her son, still alive in the cold. But her son is found by a Sabre, who take the baby home to her clan. To raise him in as one of them
*Warning: There will be paring between a human and a animal. If you don't like that stuff don't read this story ok !*
*Also I will keep the parings the same as they are in the movies.*
*Chapter 14 Past Demons*
*To Ironfang and Silvermoon Group*
Unknowing what was happening to the other group of Sabers, an their family members. Ironfang was leading his group with his mother through the trees. After splitting up with his mate Silvermoon ,as their group then split into 2 small groups to cover more ground. On searching for Diego and Soto,they had agreed on a meeting place further up to give news. If they had found Soto and Diego or found any clues on were their sons were.
Starstorm was sniffing the cold snow ground,picking up different animals scents such as Lions, Sloth's,Rhyinos , Wolfs, and Sabers. But not the Sabers that they were looking for,but for some reason the scent of Wolfs was very strong. The scent that she and the others were picking up quite a lot,all around them. This was sending warning bells for her, there must be a pack of Wolfs near by.
An that would be a big problem,if those Wolfs that had confronted her grand cubs. Were a part of a group of Wolfs that she and the others were picking up. Since of the smell of Wolf was all around and this usually meant their was a Wolf pack near by and a quite big one too.
She then look up to speak to her son,who had a frustrated look on his face.
" Son any luck." Starstorm ask her son softly, but knew anyway.
" No ,only getting those stink bugs." Ironfang said in a mixture of anger/sadness.
"It ok my son, we will find them." Starstorm said to her Son, as she then nuzzle him in a motherly way.
While knowing the guilt her son was filling of sending his cubs into danger,not knowing if they were safe or not. As she then pull her son closer to her body to calm her son,while saying soothing words to him. Only he and her could hear,on what they were saying to each other.
" Thank you mum,it just I don't want to lose my sons." Ironfang said in quite voice to his mother.
" You wont my son,we will find them and then we will all then go home. Come on we better meet up with Silvermoon and her group." Starstorm said softly to him.
Ironfang gave a nod,as he let out a roar to signal to his group to fallow him. As they did with Starstorm by his side as they walk to the meet up place ,that he and Silvermoon had agreed on. It only had token Ironfang group about 5 minutes to see the meeting spot.
Where he then saw his mate and her group waiting for him and his group. But once he then look to spot his mate,only to see a very worried look on her face. He then quickly jog over,to Silvermoon to give her a quick nuzzle. As she then pull away to speak to her mate
" Love I found our cubs and the others but!." Silvermoon said in happy tone,but quickly turn to sadness. As Ironfang look at her with confusement,why was she sad what had happen to his cubs and the others.
" What happen to them,were are they." Ironfang ask in an worried tone to her.
" They are over their tied up,when Sin and Nala group are surrounded by a group of Wolfs. But love their a Wolf leading this pack. Love Ice he back, he the one who holding our family." Silvermoon said in a worry tone
To leave a mixture of shock,anger,hatred and fear on Ironfang face. On hearing of a ghost of his past,had come back to haunt his family again.
*End of Chapter 14*
*Review and Rate *
*No flamers.*
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In a pack part 14 by Sindragon
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The sun's rays peeked through the blinds and alighted on the face of a small boy. He opened his eyes and blinked before yawing and lazily stretching his arms out. His cat, Matilda, was always there at the edge of the bed every morning. "Good morning, Matilda" he said to his cat. "Good morning, Zeke" she replied. Startled by this response, Zeke fell out of his bed, bumping his head against the wall. 'For a dream, this seems strangely realistic' he thought to himself, before a movement caught his eye. He saw a tail swishing lazily beside him, and when he looked down, he was amazed at what he saw. His body was covered in thick fur, a cobalt black for most of his body, but a metallic blue on his chest that shimmered in the sunlight. He was 5'10", 128 pounds, and of slightly more than average build. His eyes were an orange-green color and he could see every corner of his room clearly, despite the darkness of his unlit room. When he took all this in, he fainted.
2014
A TV screen flickers in the corner of a New York apartment. It's small, but very clear. Nowadays, everyone has a dish and an HDTV. Channel 21 news is back on, after what seemed like a lifetime of commercials. WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM TO BRING YOU THE FOLLOWING NEWS BULLETIN the television speakers blare. THERE HAVE BEEN 2 MORE CASES OF THE STRANGE DISEASE EXPERTS ARE CALLING 'ZOOMAAD'. ZOOMorphic Animal Autoimmune Disease : or ZOOMAAD for short, had been transforming people into furs. They went to bed as a human and when they woke up, they had changed completely. THOUGH THE NUMBER OF REPORTED CASES SEEMS TO BE WINDING COWN TO ZERO, WE ADVISE YOU USE CAUTION UNTIL SCIENTISTS HAVE FOUND A CURE.
The government, however, had their own cure. They gathered all the furs up and shipped them off to fight in the war, thinking they would all be dead soon. Instead, the furs were found to be quicker, stronger, and more determined than the regular soldiers. This marked a turning point in US history, as the government began to pump large amounts of chemicals into water supplies across the nation, hoping for the same results as the lab tests showed. Spared from this were the upper class, who mainly imported expensive waters from exotic places such as Fiji and New Zealand.
Eventually, with no cases of people becoming furs, the government stopped polluting the waterways of the nation and focused on new things, such as radioactive grenades, that might help them in wars.
2019
A MYSTERIOUS INCIDENT IS HAPPENING ACROSS AMERICA IN THE FORM OF A DISEASE KNOWN AS 'ZOOMAAD'. NEW CASES ARE POPPING UP EVERYWHERE. IT SEEMS THAT, INSTEAD OF BEING CURED, THIS DISEASE WAS LAYING DORMANT INSIDE PEOPLE FOR THE PAST 5 YEARS. A RECENT OUTBREAK OF INFLUENZA SEEMED TO HAVE TRIGGERED THE DISEASE, WHICH HAD NO PROBLEM INFECTING PEOPLE WITH THEIR IMMUNE SYSTEMS ALREADY WEAKEND. And so it began. All across the US, people were becoming furs. As much as 20% of the population became furs, but many who could not provide health care (for the disease initially caused great harm to the body) died and most of the furs were shipped off to war after war. Eventually, new cases stopped appearing and life returned to normal for most people, with the exception of a fur here and there.
At least this took care of one of the government's problems. Most of the homeless were wiped out by the disease and poverty levels were at an all-time low. Army recruiting was also seeing a considerable high, since many of the furs ran away from their homes so they wouldn't disgrace the family. There were many cases of brutality against furs, but these became sparse as everyone gradually integrated back into society. As far as a cure, information "leaked" from government agencies that one was being tested even as the country woke each morning, but inside the White House, "A cure?! Why the hell would we make a cure when these furs are so much better at fighting?!" After a few months, people stopped talking about the subject, since they had already been through too many false promises already. Life went on as normal.
3 MONTHS LATER... Zeke came to after blacking out on the ground. Something was tickling his face, and once he opened his eyes, he could see it was his tail. He knew that people were still becoming furs, but he never thought he could be one. He knew how people were affected by the disease depended on the person's body and the things around him, and living with a cat must have caused this specific change to happen to him. Soon, shock turned into bewilderment, with curiosity soon following. Zeke wanted to see what he could do. He began thinking, but his concentration was lost as he began to glow a dull yellow color. His body and appendages shrunk down and he found himself to have become a cat. He realized this must be one of his powers, and sure enough, he changed back to his anthro form as soon as he thought about it. After testing a few things out, he found he had better balance, was stealthier, quieter, and much quicker than he was previously. 'This might not be as bad as I thought' he said in his mind. Explaining to his parents...that would be another thing.
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Love Knows No Bounds - A Morning Suprise by bulbachu
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Text: Teranna tried to stay awake, but the tour was just plain boring.
Her junior class was on a field trip at a local bubble gum factory for some weird science thing. She didn't know cause she doesn't pay attention to what her science teacher said. She doesn't really care about why they're here, she just wants the free samples of gum. She loved bubble gum. She couldn't be away from it for more than fifteen minutes without freaking out. She would throw as many pieces she could hold in her mouth to blow the biggest bubble. Others ask about why she does it.
"Why? Cause I just love bubble gum." she would always say.
She also had a love for balloons, but not like bubble gum.
The tour moved on to the vat where they stored the gum before packaging it. She followed from a distance at the rear of the line. While heading down a flight of stairs, she tripped and tumbled down and rolled into an open janitor's closet. She was out cold.
She woke up in darkness. She stood up and felt for some clue as to where she was. She found the knob and opened the door. The factory was dark. She looked at her watch using it's light feature. 12:39AM it read. She had been out for over six hours. Luckily, the janitor was sick that day.
"I'm alone in a bubble gum factory..." She said to herself. "Wait a sec. I'm alone in a bubble gum factory!?!?!"
She giggled and started looking for a light switch. She found it and set it on dim so no one will know she's there. She then climbed to the top of one of the vats and pushed and held the open button down. A motor hummed and the lid rose of the vat. She held it down to long and the lid bumped a box in the ceiling. The vat itself was only about 7' tall and 10' diameter and was about ¾ full of gum. She took off her shoes and socks and jumped in. SPLATT! She landed in the gum.
"Mmmm! Yum!" She said taking a whole mouthful bite of gum.
She chewed a bit then blew a giant bubble while lying on her back. It popped and covered her body in pink film. She giggled and took bit into some more gum. This time she rolled over and blew. The bubble pushed her head up about 3 feet and popped. Her head went down, and she got another mouthful of gum. This time she swallowed it.
"Tastes good even after swallowing it." she said and ate some more.
She ate about a fourth of the vat and then licked her lips. She looked at herself. Her tummy bulged out under her tank top, her shorts were unbuttoned, and she was covered in bubble gum.
"Boy I ate a lot! Burp!" she said lying in the vat.
Suddenly the box in the ceiling's bottom opened and a hose fell out. The end of it landed right on her bellybutton. It got stuck there in the bubble gum which covered it. Suddenly a hissing noise started, and she saw her belly filling with air. She reached over to pull it out, but her hands were stuck. Her stomach had ballooned to twice it's size and was still growing. Her belly pushed her tank top up and popped the button on her shorts.
"This is weird, but it's fun." She said and ate some more gum.
Then another weird thing happened, her tank top started to become tighter. Air was somehow filling into her boobs. Somehow, some of the gum must've gotten into them. Her breasts stretched the tank top to it's limits. Her body started expanding on all sides. Her top broke off and her bra did too. Her shorts and panties fell down. Her breasts filled up to beach balls and stopped. Her body rounded off and continued inflating. She was now becoming round. She had almost filled up the vat. Then her nipples popped out and then two bubbles came out of her nipple holes and started inflating. Her legs and arms became part of her body and soon she was a big ball with two breasts and a head.
"I wanna pop! I feel so good! I wanna pop! I wanna pop!" The next day the workers found that the vat had somehow exploded. Also the next day, Teranna's friend Jamie bought some bubble gum at lunch and went home during lunch for a bit. She chewed the gum and started blowing. A large bubble formed, then two more bubbles blew up from that. She never expected a large bubble from one piece of gum. Then it popped. Gum went over her face. She pulled it off and saw Teranna nude covered in bubble gum.
"How'd you? What the?"
"Don't ask me either. I just love bubble gum!"
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It’s Just a Choker “Hey Lacy,” Dillian said quietly.
Lacy looked up at him. “What?”
“Why do you always wear that choker?” He pointed at the black, inch thick ribbon that wrapped around her slender neck.
“Why do you care?” She asked, returning her attention to her magazine.
He shrugged. “I don’t know, just I’ve never seen you without it. You don’t even take it off in the shower.”
“I just like it, okay?” She snapped.
“Enough to keep it on when you go swimming?” He asked, pressing her.
“Can we drop this?” Lacy said sharply, rolling her eyes.
Dillian looked at her and shook his head slightly. “Um, I guess, but I just don’t understand why this is upsetting you.”
“Ugh. If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me anyway. So, drop it.” She said crossly.
“Fine.” His shoulders sagged a bit for a moment then he reached over and pulled the clasp, letting the choker fall free. A laugh died in his throat as he saw his girlfriend’s head rolling on the bed, separated from her shoulders. “Fuck, Dillian, I told you to leave it alone.” She yelled at him from her disembodied head.
He pointed and screamed. “Your head!”
“Shut up, stupid, before you wake people. And give me that!” Her body grabbed at the chocker, pulling it from his slack fingers.
“Geez, I swear, my head rolls off one time and you lose your shit. How on earth are you going to survive dating me.” She said as she picked her head back up and set it back atop her shoulders, carefully reattaching the choker around it.
“Wha…?” Dillian was still in a state of shock, having seen his girlfriend’s head roll across the bed, severed completely from her body.
“Okay, ground rules for the boyfriend time. One, no removing my choker unless I give you permission, and you won’t get permission if you pull another stunt like that. Two, you don’t tell anyone about what you just saw. And three? When I say to leave something alone, you leave it the fuck alone. Have we got it?” She stared at him, arms cross and her small frame seething with anger.
“Uh,” He nodded dumbly.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’m a Dullahan, duh. Our heads detach. No, it doesn’t hurt. I’m sure you’ve got a bunch of other dumb questions too, but basically, I don’t like it. It kind of sucks, really; and I really didn’t appreciate finding out I’m the quarter Dullahan that gets the curse, okay? It’s just annoying.”
He was finally coming out of his shocked state now, his head bobbing in agreement.
“Are we done with this now?” She asked, picking up her magazine, and gave him a glowering look. “Um, does that mean you can eat your own pussy?” He asked, not taking the hint.
Lacy rolled her eyes heavenward. “Yes, I can, and no, I won’t.” She hit him with the magazine.
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After the Hunt “Hey, Brian.” The werewolf sat back sipping on a beer, a notable trick with his long muzzle. He licked his own nose for good measure.
“Hi, Isaac!” The giant man bounced in; his skin visibly flushed from his run despite the dark tan he currently sported.
“You know, Brian, it’s customary to wear shirt and shoes to get service.” Isaac said, leaning back into the rocking chair.
“Aww, come off it, Isaac, you know I love the freedom!” The big man shook himself, exposing the werewolf to his rather large flaccid penis bouncing oddly in the dim smokey room.
Isaac averted his eyes enough that he could enjoy his beer still. “Brian, can you at least wear fur in here, please? I don’t need to see that!” Isaac made a gesture in the direction of the large man’s visible anatomy.
“Oh, all right, you prude.” The big hulking man concentrated for a moment. Long-grizzled fur sprouted across his body. His ears pulled up towards the top of his head, and his mouth pushing out gently into a short black-nosed snout. Suitably furred, he settled himself down into the other rocking chair across from Isaac and snatched a beer from the small cooler that sat at their feet.
Isaac nodded at the moon. “She’s pretty tonight, almost as nice as last night. Speaking of which, did you have fun at the falls last night?”
Brian cast a knowing eye at Isaac, “Sure I did. Lovely night for playing. Though I heard you last night, and I heard to news this morning. Your pack’s work I presume? Another of those creeps that thinks I’m sasquatch?” “Yeah, he was a real snoop, and annoyed me too.” Isaac stopped to take another swig of the beer. “Got a solid hundred off him though, and we mangled be bike and tossed him off the cliff like usual. Unless the coroner got a whole lot better at his job, he’ll write it off to another drunken wreck on the curve.” Isaac gave a low chuckle.
“They never learn.” Brian just shook his big furry head, crushing his now empty beer can with a paw. “Now, I know you’re not above purloining things. What else you’d take?”
“Nope, they never do.” Isaac pulled another beer from the cooler and threw it at his oversized friend. “Got a pair of nice guns. He’d even done the nice work of filing off the marks on them, so I can resell them on the side, or keep them.”
“Profitable, but regrettable.” Brian said as he warmed his toes to the dying embers of the fire. “
“I’ll drink to that!” Isaac laughed as he grabbed another beer for himself.
“You’re incorrigible, Isaac, did you know that?” Brian said sleepily.
Isaac only laughed harder. “You know, I did. Mom used to remind me of it all the time when we were cubs.”
Brian gave him an exasperated look and said nothing.
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We left off at karo swinging at nala
At the sight of the fight
(Kovu locked claws with karo and they tested each others strengh)Karo stop now. I don't want to hurt you dad.(Kovu and karo push as hard as possible and nether let up an ounce of effort)Kovu i can feel your muscles tearing there is nothing you can do. I will never let you hurt my pride. There is a difference between hurting the pride and teaching the pride.(Kovu could think what happens when he lets up and one thing went threw his mind)Exile.(Karo stops and looks in confusement)What did you say. Exile your BANISHED.(Jewel runs to kovu but two of the other lionesses stop her and kiara nala walks to kovu)Kovu rethink you judgement. I will not have him hurt or kill any of my pride.(Karo turns to the outlands and disappers into the fog,kiara pushes past the lionesses)Kovu bring him back. My judgement is final.(Jewel runs into the fog after karo)
In the outlands
Jewel go back to the pridelands. Karo i'm not letting our cub not know his father. Lets find shelter then. Ok lets move.(Jewel and karo move along to a cave that has a spring fed puddle)This seems like a safe place to live out in. Karo we have to go back we can just talk to kovu and...No i'm not going back my own father banished me. You will die if you stay out here. I'm more of a hunter than you think i am. Ok if you stay i'm staying as well.
8 Months of liveing in the outlands
Jewel i'm back with lunch jewel. Back here karo.(Karo entered the cave and saw jewel smileing)Its almost time karo. Jewel i need to talk to you. About what karo. We need to go back. Back were karo. Back home where we belong. Karo why now do you want to go back we don't belong out here. come on we needd to hurry.
Karo and jewel enter pride rock
(Kiara,simba and nala look up)KARO.(Kiara almost knocks karo down)Iv'e missed you so much.Wheres dad.(Kiara frowns)He has been challenged to fight zian.(Karo runs to the grasslands jewel and the other lionesses)
the grasslands
Dad stop don't fight.(Kovu backs down)Zian you know better. Yes you are alive and alot bigger than last time i will defet you today karo.I won't let you.(Jewel falls )Jewel whats wrong. Its time...
Thanks for reading part 6 please comment.
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Lion King : Chapter ll Family extended part 6 by lionkingmaster
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Kate walked down the street her long black tail dragging on the ground. The snow was gentley falling on either side of her. The air was cool and crisp, and the sky was a dark mirkey grey. Kate was on her way to Rhema, so she could see their lights. Right when she was about to enter the parking lot she heard a faint ringing...almost like sleigh bells. Kate didn't care to notice at the tyme but they kept on getting louder and louder.
Kate decide to see where it was coming from. Walking down the street she looked up at the full moon and a flash of red appeared and disappeared. "What the?" she thought. She followed in the direction that the red thing went and the bell sound got louder. Passing by people and they looked as if they were unmoved by the sound. She touched the nearest passing person. "Excuse me miss? Do you hear that loud ringing noise?" The women turned to face Kate. "Umm. No..." she said and turned around and walked a little faster away from her.
She started to run towards the sound. Curiousity bitting at her heals. Running through the city till she reached a small urben neighbor hood. She spotted the red flash thing and it was seeming to land. She chased after it for as long as she could till she found it on the ground. "It's...a sleigh?!" Kate though aloud. "Like Santa's...but where's the big bag full of goodies?
She walked over and leaned over the side to look. A dark shadow snuck up behind her with a bat. "Hmm." She though and before she could turn around she was hit upside the head...not hard enought to kill her but hard enought to knock her out. She was put in the back of the sleigh and it took off.
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Mister and Mistess Claus by Gez
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Text: And so now talk had turned to our former loves, and we giggled as we talked of them. She had talked of the many boys she had dated, once upon a time in high school, and now to the ones that she had dated in college. Her descriptions were quite graphic of one or two, and I could see that she missed several of them, especially their physical dimensions.
"So, how about you?" She queried. "What type of girl did you prefer?" I smiled, for I had in all truth had only a few girlfriends, but an idea whirred in my mind. I would make her jealous too.
"Oh, my last girlfriend had an incredible body... I mean I like the large, hourglass figure types, and she was enormous!"
"Really!?" My date grinned, she seemed inordinately interested and I was puzzled... "Like how big?"
"Oh, well..." I thought hard, this could be interesting... "She had some really big thighs and uh... pardon me but quite an impressive chest!"
And I noticed that my date was taking deep breaths in a curious fashion, gulping, sucking and drawing in air, and seemingly exhaling none... Stranger still I noticed that her shirt seemed to be drawing tight, it's horizontally striped pattern constricting about her curves.
She paused. "Was she as big as this?" Pointing at herself I noticed that she had in fact, grown larger of both hip and bosom! I became excited at her newfound talent...
"NO..." I murmured, "larger..."
She drew in again, puffing herself up, bigger and bigger. Her shirt stretched further about her, and her skirt began to bulge with her ripening thighs. Her face grew red from the exertion, but at last she stopped and a soft, almost pleasurable groan escaped her lips.
"Was... she... this big!" She drew her hands down her sleek torso, caressing breasts grown suddenly enormous, past her still slender waist and over a skirt on the verge of bursting from the size of it's occupant.
"No..." I completely lost restraint. "Much, much larger..."
She huffed and puffed again, expanding slowly but surely into perhaps the world's most pronounced figure. Hips and thighs bouncing and pulsating as they tested the limit of her skirt, and finally burst the seams. Endless, shiny smooth skin revealed itself, a pair of white panties stretched protestingly across the inviting curves.
Her shirt held up well, but stretched as tight as the skin of a balloon, and she whimpered softly, her face beet red in it's effort to contain her air. From between tortured lips she managed to squeeze:
"Was your girlfriend this b..."
KABOOM!
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Original story posting: (http://www.sofurry.com/page/254849/faves((http://www.sofurry.com/page/254849/faves)
Kate was walking home one evening a companioned by no one. "Man that was some party." She thought. The sunset air was cool as it wiped across her face and floated away. Kate's red-blond hair floated in the wind as she walked in her short jeans and blue shirt with tennis shoes.
She looked out past the sidewalk and noticed a sparkling lake. "Hmmm, a nice place to a rest." She thought. She smiled to herself and sat down at the bank. The water was clear and had fish swimming around in circles and arks. Their scales shimmered and glowed under the water, reflecting back light.
Kate watched the fish and then noticed the forest placed there. The forest looked like something out of a fairy tale, large, green, and mysterious. Kate felt the need to explore it then noticed something out of the corner of her eye. It looked like a marten but was too far away to tell, the only difference was it was transparent. It starred at her blankly then turned around; a white wisp followed the marten.
Kate got up; feeling like the marten wanted her to follow. She walked towards the forest in curiosity. The forest's trees looked smaller from the lake and when Kate walked in she looked up. The trees looked like they could touch the sky and talk with stars.
Inside the forest, it was cooler then inside the lake. Sunlight found cracks in the trees ranks and shined threw the trees, giving an obscure glow. Kate noticed a path going into the forest and she figured that is where the marten was headed. Leaves fell from the trees and fell to the ground without a sound.
Kate's icy blue eyes followed the trail ever onward, ending with a sharp right turn leading deeper into the majestic woods. Kate started to walk and felt that someone was watching her. She turned around and saw a shadow. "Who is there?" She said. The shadow then disappeared and Kate shrugged and continued on her journey.
She saw the large right turn and followed the path to see a small stream. The stream rushed down and over rocks, cascading over and back down. The stream moved back and went back into the lake that Kate sat at earlier. The sun started to set. "I better hurry before it gets dark." Mumbled Kate. She looked down at the obstacle that blocked her path.
To easy. She jumped from one rock to another, balancing on each one. She got to the last one and stumbled because of how slippery it was but got her balance back and jumped to the other side, continuing with the trail. The trail moved forward and Kate followed. The forest moved onward and vines blocker her way.
Kate noticed a tree and started to climb it, wanting to know what was beyond this forest. Kate jumped from one branch to another and noticed the vines bellow stopped. She climbed down and wiped the dirt off her clothes. The trail still moved forward and she followed.
The sun fell down ever more and a cool night air flowed through the forest, almost feeling like it brought the forest to life. The trail eventually came to the end and something was waiting for her.
It was the marten, standing with the same icy blue eyes as her. Kate did not know how to explain this. It was a spirit, a transparent mist. It stood on two feet, and walked toward a table created by vines of the forest. The table was very small but on it was a small heart pedant. The spirit walked toward Kate and Kate stood, frozen. The spirit then took a silver chain and connected it to the pedant and offered it to Kate.
Kate took the pendent and she felt that she would be connected to this pendent. She put on the pendant and the spirit then walked to her and touched the pendant with its finger, putting itself inside of it.
Kate felt strange; she started to feel warm inside the cool forest. Her nose stretched outward into a muzzle and fur spots started to form around her body. A tail jetted out of her jeans and ripped a hole into them while she felt something growing on her head. Kate reached up and felt ears. Her stomach fur then turned a light auburn, her fur on her feet, hands, and tail tip turned a dark color while her stomach turned a lighter color.
Kate felt her teeth jet out into fangs and her feet started to grow outward and claws replaced toenails. Her shirt unbuttoned but still covered up her. After this was all down she sat down and looked up at the night sky that replaced the sunset. A puddle was visible and Kate then looked down at the puddle. Her face was a martens.
She was not angry, in fact she was curious by the way she looked. She knew she could make a life like this. Kate looked down at the pendant and noticed a heart formed. The spirit changed her and gave her confidence. Kate felt at peace and started to head back to the stream, wondering how life would unfold.
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Forest Stroll - Commissioned from dog455 by KateTheMarten
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Collared She held the small collar in her hand. It wasn’t anything special, just a bit of soft leather with a clasp and a d-ring. A small tag jingled from it, shaped like a small bone. It just bore the name “Roxy” on one polished side. She flipped it over in her hands. The slightly worn edges showed it had been worn many times.
Slowly she pulled it up to her neck and fastened it. It felt right there. It always did. She didn’t care that others saw it. She loved it. She felt freer when she wore it. The wind seemed to agree as it tousled her hair in the sunshine.
She kicked off her shoes, stretching her feet. She could feel the collar’s warming. It always started this way. She wiggled her toes in the grass. It felt so nice. She could feel the pads forming on the bottoms of her feet, her ankle hitched as she took a digitigrade stance. It made her just a little taller when she stood, but for now, she just enjoyed the black nails that sprung from the tips of her toes. No fur though, her feet always stayed sadly human-like.
She looked at her fingers, seeing the same nails growing out. She absently chewed on one of her thumb-nails. Her ears prickled lightly, she could feel them growing out, nice and floppy. The breeze caressing them and flipping them along with her hair. Her nose she could tell was getting that cute little black tip. Not much, just a bit. She sighed as the scent of others came to her.
The sunshine was warm. She felt good. She could feel the mounds on her chest growing, six new breasts pushed against her shirt now. The nipples poking gently through the fabric under her bra. She gently rubbed them. Not too big, not to small, just right.
Her pants twitched as she felt her tail slide free. A sensation that she loved most. It was long, and thin, and very much had a mind of its own, wagging freely now between the bench’s slats. She let her long tongue loll out of her mouth. Her muzzle just coming in, short and cute.
Slowly she stood up, feeling like prancing around, full of energy. She could see a frisbee flying her way. She jumped at it, confused if she was to catch it with her hands or with her mouth. Eventually she remembered to use her hands, and she threw it back, resisting the urge to chase it.
Time and again things were thrown to her, and she dashed about chasing them. It was delightful. She loved it. As the sun began to set on the park she sat back on the bench, panting. A click noise caught her ears, as a leash clipped to her collar. “Come on Roxy, time to go home.” She wagged her tail happily. She knew what home meant. Home meant cuddles and fun and, she breathed deeply, sex. She yipped a bit, excited, and pranced along behind her master.
Once home she discarded the clothes she had to wear in public. She stretched and reveled in her puppydom. Bouncing around him, and enjoying pets. It was satisfying. She’d roll over and let him rub her belly, playing with her nipples. It always left her hot and bothered. Sometimes he’d do more. Sometimes it was just cuddles. Tonight, he gave her a squeaky bone. She toyed with it absently as he went about making dinner. Hers brought to her in a dish. Rice, steak, and eggs. She savored it as he scratched the base of her tail.
Her haunches went high in the air. She was still more human than dog; she knew that. In the back of her mind she knew she could return, but she didn’t want to. She wanted him now, like this. As master. He seemed content right now to just rub her and she nuzzled back into him. It was okay. She could wait. Pets were good too. She settled across his lap as he rubbed her ears.
After a while she could feel his growing, she sniffed lightly at his crotch, and he shifted. She took that as a yes, and unbuckled his belt, sliding him free. She gently lowered her mouth on to his member licking and sucking gently. He was ready. She whined a bit when he pushed her off. She wasn’t sure what she was doing wrong. But she soon realized it was because he wanted to mount her.
She lowered her head down to the couch and raised her hips, giving him full view of her sex. She was wet and waiting. He slid a finger between her lips, checking her. She whined again, but this time plaintively. She wiggled her hips again. Her tail held high. She felt him press in, and take her. It felt wonderful, it felt right. His hips thrusting over hers, even as her nipples scraped against the couch.
It didn’t last long, she felt him explode in her and she came right after. They settled back down together after that, and he gave her more ear scritches, and tweaked her nipples a little. She just burrowed into him and enjoyed the afterglow.
Finally, he headed to bed, and she curled herself up beside him in the bed, happy and content.
The next morning, she awoke to him removing her collar. She was sad to see it leave her neck. Slowly her changes reversed. Her muzzle and extra breasts disappeared, her feet and hands returned to normal. Her ears no longer floppy and fuzzy, and saddest of all her wonderful tail vanished.
She yawned and stretched herself back out of the curled position she’d been sleeping in. Her legs still sticky from the night before. Her lover now reached over and gave her a proper deep kiss. “I love you as Roxy, but I would like you like this right now.”
She giggled, and she rolled him over on top of her. Not as master and pup, but as equals. She pulled him down, letting her needs guide him. It was good to be a pup. But it was also good to be a woman. She had the best of both worlds.
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The note was going all over the school,"Family meeting will be held in the Library in twenty minutes,attendance mandatory,dress casually." The students who had received the note were gathered around the large,circular table. The room was actually just behind the Library,and only a few,besides the students,knew it's location. The room was dimly lit,the dark red carpet that covered the room made it seem like a moive theater or and auditorium. The large,double doors opened and a man dressed in a jet black suit with a red tie walked in. He stood at six feet even,with black hair and an even blacker expression,his inhuman sliver eyes glowed in the dimness of the room. All of the students instantly stood,as straight as they could,as if they feared this man. These were not normal students either,all were Anthro Dragons. They were of varying colors and heights,some were brown,others were a combination of green and blue,and others were solid sliver,one of the more rare colors. "You may sit",the well dressed man said as he sat at the end of the table. The well dressed man then turned to another man who was wearing a midnight bue suit,signaling that he was of the highest authority, "Have you found the last three?" he asked the man in black,his voice was thick and corase,like the sound of car tires over broken glass. "I have located one",the man dressed in black said throwing a small folder onto the table. "His name is Seth Allen,he is fourteen and he lives in Winnoa Mississippi with his mother,Sarah Allen,father John Allen,brothers James and Will Allen and sister Taylor Allen." "He attends Winnoa Christian Academy and he has a well known car design company by the name of Draconian Customs." "Does he have any accomplices?" The man dressed in blue asked studding the folder. "DJ Hayes,Tristan Lee Hungate,Jack Nolan Ramos and Josh Prez Parker." "Do they know?" "It would seem so sir,The man in black said. "Then we will have to remove them from the equation." "Now,have you found the final two?" "Not yet,but I believe that i'm close,and that they still don't know that were hunting them." "You BELIEVE your close?",the man in blue snapped. "There two children out of six billion people,finding them is like finding a lost needle in the Pacific Ocean." "Is that what you want me to tell the broad?" "Remind the broad",The man dressed in black said,"that I've already found seventeen of the twenty children." "We have spiders crawling the web and an entire team of investigators scanning global records for their whereabouts." "It's only a matter of time before we find them,or they step into one of our traps." The man dressed in blue huffed,not buying his colleague's statements. "Time is not on our side,Mr Jace,they are already too old,you know how difficult they are to work at this age,need I remind you of subjects Twelve and Fourteen?" Jace looked down at his left arm,and a frown crossed his face. "No sir,Jace replied,"I am aware of my mistake and I have payed the price for it." "I have my ways though,and if they don't turn,we always have the cells." The other Anthro's at the table shivered at the mention of the cells. There was a long pause. "Yes",the man dressed in blue said,"we always have the cells."
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An Anthro's Tale-Chapter 6-The Hunted by Tyro619
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Text: The cardboard sign read "Haunted House" in black magic marker with an arrow pointing down the street. It was nearing 10 o'clock; our bags sagged from so much free candy and our limbs were sore. A haunted house adventure sounded like a perfect ending to Halloween. We mustered the strength to hurry and resisted temptations to continue begging houses for candy.
Orange and purple lights strung along its walls shone through the artificial fog belching from concealed machines. Spooky sounds and eerie music emanated from the open door; strobe lights illuminated the entrance.
A hideous scarecrow sat in a porch swing, a bowl of candy in its lap with a sign pinned to it reading, "Enter at your own risk." We looted the scarecrow's candy before heading inside.
The walls were draped in black cloth to hide whatever dividers the owners used to guide guests through their homemade maze. The strobe made the corridor dreamlike and hazy, though perhaps it was the lateness of hour or the overwhelming smell of fresh paint.
We passed hideous reenactments, rubber-masked monstrosities, and dummies that may or may not have moved as we traversed the maze until we happened upon a narrow staircase. Fog curled up the steps. Something somewhere banged loudly and we yelped and giggled and whispered to one another.
We held hands as we descended.
The maze continued into the unfinished, unheated cellar. Mist, dim lighting and more black cloth obscured the standard fare basement junk while creepier items like rusting tools and disused dolls were left out to Halloweenify the atmosphere.
The maze stopped at an area clear of junk. A red curtain was hung before a stage made from plywood spray painted black. A note in orange paint stated, "Sit down for a trick; go up for a treat." Before the stage sat metal folding chairs; behind it was the staircase going upstairs.
The moment we sat, the curtain was drawn back by a bearded man dressed less like a magician and more like villain from a silent film. He led out a blonde woman wearing the hat, bustier and stockings of a burlesque dancer. With a bow, they began.
The show consisted of card tricks, interlocking rings, and disappearing acts before the magician announced that he and his beautiful assistant would begin their finale.
"This only works once."
From his sleeve, the magician produced a black balloon not unlike the sort found anywhere party supplies are sold. He waved his hands, whispered magical gibberish, put it to his lips, and blew.
We could hear the sound of air stretching rubber, but the black balloon remained limp. The assistant gave a rapturous laugh, drawing our attention to her and, subsequently, her chest. Once a modest handful, pushed and pressed together by the top, swelled into a mammoth pair threatening to delve into the realm of immodesty.
Feigning frustration at the balloon's malfunction, the magician cast it aside and blew into another withdrawn from his sleeve. The air pressure once more was directed to his lovely assistant. She giggled madly as the curvature of her hips and thighs grew to exaggerated proportions, tearing her garter belt. She turned to give us a glimpse of her massive backside, mooning us in the process for she knew not that it outgrew her ruffled black skirt and pulled a vanishing act on her panties.
A third balloon made his assistant's belly bulge out from beneath her bustier, snapping open its fasteners. The assistant's amusement at her predicament was unchanged as she explored the shelf of her buttocks and the dome of her stomach.
The magician's face was purple from effort when the third balloon finally inflated. A previously hidden white Jolly Roger appeared on its surface.
As the balloon billowed, so did the gorgeous assistant. Her stockings tore. All that protected her modesty was the final snap of her bustier. The stage creaked under her weight.
The magician handed us two umbrellas from behind his back. When we opened them, he withdrew a pin from his hat and menaced his assistant; she was unfazed. When he put the tip of the pin to the balloon, we shielded ourselves.
After the loud sound and accompanying splash, we peeked out from behind our umbrellas to find the red curtain drawn. In confused elation, we went upstairs to find caramel apples awaited us.
On our way home, I found something chewy in my apple. It was a black balloon. When I blew into it...
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Text: The battle had raged on for weeks, an exhausting stalemate between good and evil. A battle replete with spell-casting and traditional weapons made this a true test of resiliency and skill mastery. Only in recent days had the tide turned, and the Order was on the cusp of repelling the vile Badland Trolls' offensive. It was a most important battle, for either side a decisive victory in the war for territory.
Just behind the front line, First Leader Sinclare watched the Trolls' formation crumble. "How long has it been since we last slept?" he asked.
At his side, First Deputy Aryn sighed. "Three fortnights, perhaps more."
Sinclare placed his arm around her waist. "How long since we have shared a bed?"
"Far too long," she said. "Your leadership in this battle was without error. You have reaffirmed your regiments' loyalty." She drew in closer and kissed his cheek. "...and your Deputy's affection."
"For centuries I have valued that above any military victory," Sinclare said proudly. "Forgive me, I must prepare the final attack." They exchanged knowing glances before he left her side.
Mere seconds later, a Troll appeared before her, a diminutive, sickly runt hardly fit for the rigors of combat. Yet before anyone could subdue him, he stared daggers at Aryn and bleated his incantation. "Inkal mivrunda huma bas flatel!" Fortunately, his invisibility cloak and the spell had weakened him enough that a nearby master sorceress set him ablaze with the most basic of spells. In the distance the Trolls began a full retreat.
By the time the Troll had disintegrated the Deputy was already feeling ill. The sorceress approached her and watched Aryn's bare stomach lurch outward, pushing her leather weapons belt down. A hush spread throughout the regiment. Panicked, the sorceress shouted, "First Leader! The Deputy has been attacked!"
Aryn found herself unable to react as her breasts swelled within her leather brassiere. Her backside followed, testing her skirt of armor.
Sinclare came running through the army to meet them. Aryn's swelling had increased; the metal clasps on her skirt were failing and her brassiere afforded her breasts little modesty. Some men averted their eyes out of respect for their Deputy. "What has happened?" Sinclare asked.
"It was a Troll," the sorceress reported. Aryn's legs widened, proving to be too much for the armor. "He appeared after you left."
"How did he get through?" Sinclare demanded. The leather belt succumbed to Aryn's increasing stomach, three feet wide and growing.
"He was invisible. Highly skilled." The sorceress hesitated. "More so than I."
Aryn's arms and legs tripled their width. Her breasts burst free from the brassiere, challenging her stomach for dominance. Her slender warrior's figure had become an absurd, unclothed mockery.
Sinclare breathed heavily. "Can you reverse it?"
Aryn grew rounder and taller, absorbing the last traces of her waistline, then her arms and legs. Her breasts, however, maintained their shape.
"I know no spell capable of this," the sorceress admitted, defeated. "Nor anything to reverse it."
The Deputy's width surpassed ten feet. The perimeter of her form expanded beyond her hands and feet, recessing them into divots. Her neck and head soon followed suit. A breeze rolled her forward, propping her up on her breasts.
"We must take her home! Surely you can research a counterspell once this stops."
"There is no time," the sorceress said. "She will surely perish from the effects of this spell."
"Can you do anything?"
"Yes." Fixing her gaze on Aryn, she muttered, "Inkal porta sphera tysruppar geoto!"
Aryn began turning a dark gray, the color spreading and consuming her as she became a 20-foot ball of solid stone.
Sinclare approached his mistress, feeling the rough, cold surface of her bosom. Above he could see her blank face frozen in time, her eyes lacking any trace of life. "This was your only option?"
"She is safe," the sorceress said, visibly weakened from casting the spell..
"Spells this powerful... are not very temporary." He looked back at the sorceress. "How long?"
"Two centuries," the sorceress confessed. "It will take much time to research a counterspell. I only hope two centuries is enough."
Sinclare was silent.
"Leader, we must return her home immediately, lest the Trolls attempt to steal and desecrate her."
He nodded, and many men gathered beside their stricken Deputy and heaved her forward to take her home.
Sinclare would have to wait a long time to share his bed with Aryn again. His victory had not come without a price.
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Text: BB stopped and listened - and heard only the wind and the birds. Her group went too far away. She was lost. BB took a decent inhale. The air was brewed on herbs and fresh apples. She observed landscape lit by the sun. Golden field of buckwheat, a road curving around deserted apple garden. A village of log houses, a ribbon of birches mapping the bed of unseen river, hills and rocks on the other side to the horizon. The wristwatch showed 3 pm.
The garden spanned to the turn towards the village, branches were bowing under the weight of saffron fruits. BB threw a few into her backpack and bit one - to fully taste the apple flavour.
Her tummy gave a gurgle, and she started turning blue. Again she'll swell full - why her allergy always shows up so inconveniently? "Well, they call me Blimpberry for a reason - thought BB. - That's who I am".
After the turn one road became three. To the left there was a farm - scoops of forage dispenser, autodrinkers, a few white buildings and a dome of energy station. Straight asphalt road went through the village. BB directed her plumping frame to the right.
The right road was just a wide trail lost in the hills. BB took off the shoes and knitted them to her backpack. Alone... Completely alone - an exotic, impossible luxury. Vacation start was worthwhile.
She put her blue foot into the warm sand and drowned to the ankle - she was gaining weight. BB looked around, finished the apple, righted the backpack and waddled straight to the river.
Tearing and cutting her way through the fragrant bushes she might have changed direction - she waddled with widening hips for quite long, and still didn't see the river. The sun pierced the embroidery of bright green leaves. BB was making stops on the glades. The weight was showing itself - BB made efforts to step. Well, she wanted freedom - she's got it all...
She noticed dark gray tops of the woody hills on the other side, followed that way and soon saw the river.
She liked the place at once, a perfect location to wait while she will be a ball of juice. She took the backpack off and around her growing buttocks, and started unpacking her medication. The bank was wild and very convenient. If she stays here, her immobility won't be a problem. The protection is all around - a rocky cape to one side, bushes to the other. Fluffy treetops covered half of the sky.
Unfortunately there was no beach. Instead soft grass carpet led right into the water. She will find the sand tomorrow, near the rocky cape. Or on the islands - the river had a whole archipelago of tiny sandy islands. The closest one had high bare hills.
BB chose the meds and punctured the blue skin. A tiny bead of juice appeared when she was wiping the blue dot with spirit. She felt herself full but still was able to stand upright. She listened to all messages in the wristwatch, sent her coordinates, planned a few routes to the camping for the morning and took the watch off. She felt herself - the allergic currents under her tender skin were filling her at a steady rate.
Orange sun hang low above the bare hills of the island and dark thickness of high forest. BB felt big and heavy.
Returning to the backpack, BB accurately placed everything on the grass. She installed a tent just in case, unwrapped a sleeping bag, put an axe and a spade near the packages of clothing and food - and returned to her meds. She browsed through them and chose another one, more powerful. Not a big deal - she can handle this. She imagined how she will enjoy the view of stars while being a berry so totally full of juice, closed her eyes and smiled.
Rolling her heaving sides, she looked at the grey surface of river island and saw a small cloud on the horizon. BB took the axe and headed to the bushes.
After quarter an hour the fireplace was ready. BB protected it with ditches for rainwater and lit the wood.
Nothing except the cloud spelled trouble. The sun hid in the treetops, the shadow of the hilly island spanned the river, and the water became black. BB watched the river in the light of the day and rested herself on the grass. She felt herself, recalling how to cope with her new weight and balance.
It was a hard struggle. Her hands didn't meet on her belly anymore, and the juice was pressing her into the grass. She enjoyed the feel though, and workout made her sweat in sweet sticky blue.
BB didn't notice how azure palette of evening sky doubled by waters faded. The cloud was approaching - heavy as BB, full of liquid and thunder. There was no wind.
BB rolled herself on the grass a bit spraying juice, listening to heavy sloshing inside and getting larger and more spherical. At one time she rubbed her nether over some log - and that made her come violently. She enjoyed that, but noted the lack of control. She voiced a few more words to the watch somewhere in the grass and noticed how her voice changed - it was difficult to form words. Little device understood the command from the third attempt and opened a call.
Dave was sweet and attentive as usual. BB had trouble explaining her situation, but Dave understood everything from the way she spoke. They agreed that if BB won't come to the camping by morning, Dave will lead her friends and they will find her by the signal of the wristwatch. After telling about group's adventures Dave ended the call.
A smoke of pine and lavender was rising from the fire to the height of the second floor where BB's head was by now. She enjoyed the weight and size her blueberry form gave her. She was getting completely full. The pressure was immense.
Fading twilight was hiding the shapes. BB tried to look more intently into the forest and tipped forward and to the side. She cursed, but decided she doesn't want to spend the night upside down so she tumbled - and ended up in the warm water, looking at the bushes. Curious fish were poking her gently.
The fire was burning joyfully, gloss surface of the tent reflected the flame. And around it there were wild cats...
BB looked at them, they looked at her. There were seven of them - a whole pride of those large forest cats were hosted spaciously on the grass. Hot fire and a huge berry in the water didn't impress them much. The cats - large, with thick hide, something between a domestic cat and a lion - were laying still, expecting something. BB thought she's dreaming. One cat, the largest and with a small mane, slowly got up and advanced the water. BB was watching intently from her height how the beast was drinking.
The first lightning came down, followed by mellow rumbling of thunder. The bushes screamed terribly, cracked, whooped and whistled. The leader satisfied its thirst. It approached one of the larger branches near the fire and started rubbing it delightfully. The branch shook. BB made a few awkward steps from the shore with whatever bloated feet she had. The lion glanced lightheartedly at the berry, turned away and walked to the shore.
The lonely pride was playing. Two young females were rolling and squatting trying to divide a backpack equally. Young males were more fond of a sleeping bag. One of them entered a tent and started searching an exit - out of pure curiosity. Fragile frame fell and researcher went jumping in fear among its mates. An elderly cat granted it a heavy slap. The leader strained its spine in embarrassment, bent his heavy head to the grass and delivered a powerful scream. The bushes went silent.
The pride also stopped. The leader turned head back to the water and gave a short cry. The pride also repeated it. The bushes answered in sorrowful screams. The cats walked into the water. BB signed, and flapped whatever was left of her fingers. She rolled herself over the head - warm water getting into the mouth and mixing with juice. Without looking she knew the cats were swimming towards her.
She was heading towards the island slowly, in a series of rolls, tumbles and flaps. Her fragile skin was all she had for the night. When her head was above the water she heard shrill cries in the bushes...
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Let's go back some time right now. How about we go back to Medieval England? In 1154? All was well in a small village in the south of England. Peace and quiet was to be had for miles and miles. There were only about 20 people living in the village, though two of which are ones we'll be focusing on. There was a river that ran through the village. None seems to go there very often, however. The only case that's known, is what is about to occur. By the side of river was a purple, furry dragon. His feet were inside of the river, cooling them down after a whole bunch of walking earlier. The only clothing the dragon was wearing was something covering his crotch. His chest and marks are clearly visible, that was if anyone was to come across to Silentfall getting some alone time in the usually quiet and lonely river.
That was until another dragon arrived. As he entered the bush and saw the dragon, he introduced himself. "Hello there, fellow dragon. I am Ryuuio." Silentfall replied with, "Hello there, sir. My name is Silentfall" After introducing himself, Ryuuio sat down next to SIlentfall and began to undress, not being aware of the possibility of even more villagers coming to the river. Ryuuio knew this was quite doubtful, due to there being a river not too far away which was far more popular. As the red dragon undressed, his blue nipples could be seen, clearly a contrast to his red chest. He then took of his trousers, showing off his pink cock and big balls. "Such excellent weather today, correct Silentfall?" Ryuuio asked the purple dragon. All Silentfall did was reply with a nod, before starting to look around, unaware of the river now being pretty much barren almost always (aside from now, obviously) as he pulled down his underwear and placed it by his own clothes. The furry dragon had an ice-blue cock and purple balls. A similar contrast to that of Ryuuio and his chest. As he and Ryuuio sat down to each other, the same thing was going through their minds; relieve themselves while they can.
Ryuuio and Silentfall both took a hold of their cocks and began giving them a rub. Both of their cocks became erect in mere seconds of rubbing, as they were almost hard just from undressing. They both masturbated as if they had done so before, even though masturbation hadn't been that well known from the Middle Ages! They were both enjoying it, but this was just the beginning. Ryuuio used his spare hand and place his thumb and fore finger on his blue, erect nipples, letting out some fairly quiet moans as he does so. As for Silentfall? He took his fingers, lifted himself over and put them straight inside of the furry dragon's own tail hole, letting out a louder moan as he did so. They both kept on rubbing, up and down, up and down, pre-cum seeping out of the slit on their cocks.
Ryuuio and Silentfall both knew after about three minutes of rubbing, moaning and feeling around their sensitive areas that they were close to climaxing. Ryuuio took his arm and wrapped it around Silentfall, with Silentfall doing the same to Ryuuio as the frantically masturbated, facing each other with closed eyes and open mouths. And then, finally... "GrrrrraaAAAAAHHHHHH!" Ryuuio's and Silentfall's cocks shot out sticky, warm, white liquid from their slits, some landing on both of the dragon's, but most just landing onto the ground. Ryuuio lifted his paw from his cock and licked off the remaining cum from his hand, before giving a small sigh of pleasure.
Silentfall did the same, only without the sigh of pleasure. Instead, he looked into Ryuuio's eyes, and said, "Thank you, Ryuuio. That was very enjoyable" He then proceeded to give the red dragon a kiss, something which came off as arbitrary, but enjoyable for Ryuuio. He returned the kiss before Silentfall began to clean himself up from the cum on his fur. It would be a bitch to get out otherwise! As for Ryuuio, he stood up, put his clothes back on and left the purple dragon to his cleaning. Before leaving however, he left Silentfall with; "Silentfall. Do not expect this to be our only encounter. I'm sure there will be other times when we shall engage in this activity." He then put one of his legs over the bush before turning back with a smile on his face and saying; "Or maybe more!"
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Text: Suellyn gazed at the sky-blue decanter on the table in the cellar, biting her lip as temptation grasped at her with hooked claws. Its rippled label, written in fanciful font, read "Drink Me".
The glass was completely smooth; no insignia of its craftsman was present on the bottle. It felt chilled against her skin, as though it had been removed from a freezer. The air was cool in the cellar, but for it to be so cold was mysterious. It was unreasonably light, as if it was empty, yet she felt the liquid slosh inside.
She set the carafe down, thoroughly confused by its existence. She was scant moments away from calling down her husband when her willpower was dealt a staggering blow by the sudden onset of cottonmouth.
The sound of the stopper being removed from the phial was a symphony to Suellyn. So great had her thirst become that she had no choice but to put the decanter to her lips and drink. Liquid silk coursed down her throat and enveloped her. It was Ambrosia, the nectar of angels, bottled and abandoned in a cellar until Suellyn discovered it. It was a secret treasure for her and her alone.
Suellyn drank until the bottle should have run dry. Her stomach began to stretch from the constant stream; despite the feeling of tightness she continued with reckless abandon. Not until the fabric of her dress drew tight around her middle was the bottle thoroughly consumed. She pressed her hand against her full stomach and let out a sigh. She covered a hiccup in her palm and set the bottle down.
Where the decanter once stood, two scraps of paper formed an "X". Their edges were rippled, like the label on the bottle. She turned them over and gasped. One scrap read "Don't" and the other featured a drawing of a skull and crossbones. Her stomach churned when the scraps fit perfectly to the label. Then it grumbled. Then it whined. Then it swelled.
She leaned against the table and pressed her hand against her raucous belly. She thought that her mind had become disconnected when she felt a push against her hand. Thinking it was simply her breathing, she held her breath. Her stomach yet pushed outward. The rest of her followed.
Her body flooded. Liquid gushed from her joints, her glands, her very cells. She became instantaneously colossal – a roiling leviathan of flesh. Her breasts grew dizzyingly cartoonish, her hips and buttocks immeasurable, and her belly was an ocean given flesh. She wobbled, sloshed, and whimpered for help until her balance departed and she toppled over.
Drawn by the loud splash, Devon went into the cellar to investigate. From the stairs, he could see Suellyn's hand gripping a bottle on the table. What he could not see was what became of the rest of his wife's body. That was until he saw the sky-blue liquid coating the walls and dripping from the ceiling, and he collapsed.
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Chapter Ten:
The Future
On the first weekend after their return, Jim took Vera to get a full wardrobe made. They hired a contractor on the way home and sketched up the design for their new home. It took a few hours thinking, tossing out ideas, and making tough decisions, but they were able to decide on a building plan. The dozens of ideas thrown out formed one culmination of the best of the rest. They would have a modern wood and steel structure standing two stories tall built over a full basement. The four full bathrooms would compliment the four bedrooms on the top floor. On the first floor, there would be a grand living room with a giant window on the side of the rising sun. A kitchen, study, dining hall, and two other unspecified rooms would finish off the floor space. The basement would house the entertainment areas and serve as storage or an extra pair of bedrooms for guests. A large four car garage would hold the restored and improved truck Jim owned as well as any others he might purchase. The construction process would take three months at a cost of just under four million credits. If the fennec calculated things right, he should have enough money in his account after all of the purchases to live on the interest while still having enough to gain money each year. With the girl of a lifetime eternally his, millions in the bank, and a job he loved, Jim was set for life. The next thing that would come up would probably be starting a family. He would let Vera decide when that bridge would be crossed.
The couple was now enjoying some time alone together. The television was on, but neither one payed any attention to the program. Jim had the vixen pinned to the couch as he nipped at her neck tenderly. She had not submitted easily this time, however. The shirt from the fennec's back now rested on the knob of the front door. Jim moved up to kiss her as he slid a hand under her shirt. Vera lowered her ears and shifted her legs slowly to set up her next move. Before he could sit up, she snaked an arm over his shoulder and used her hold to pull him down onto her. She then went into a roll, ending with her sitting on his stomach. He grinned at her with a chuckle as she sat up and smiled.
"My turn, Master."
Vera slid down the couch to stop at the button of his jeans. After giving his belly a lick just above the pants, she pulled the fastener loose and pulled the zipper down slowly. It was easy for her to tell he was enjoying this as much as she was. If Jim had been able to keep at it, she would've needed more than a change of underwear after a few more moments. Her hands went over the top of his boxers slowly sending the fennec into a bit of a rush. He moved his hips a little to try and slip out of the elastic band holding the clothing to his body, a clear sign that she was going too slow for him. Vera smiled before removing her pants and carelessly tossing them to the floor. She straddled him and leaned forward, pressing herself into him with a grin. The wet front of her underwear started to soak the front of his boxers as she shifted her hips back and forth. She licked his neck and let her ears fall back when he placed his hands on her sides. The vixen pulled back and licked his chest before the hands at her sides removed the shirt she was wearing to let him get to her sensitive spots. She moved as close as she could get before losing access to his neck and continued to lick him randomly. The fennec clenched his teeth and shut his eyes before speaking in a whisper.
"You're going to drive me crazy."
She put her chest against his and gave him a grin.
"I know."
She licked his nose and slid down to lick his chest. He clenched a fist as he shuddered.
"No, you don't."
She didn't pay his warning any mind and continued to lick his chest slowly.
"Vera..."
The white vixen moved further down to lick his length through the wet boxers. That did the trick. Jim pulled his knees up and forced the girl to fall on her back. Her head fell against the soft armrest as he sat up and looked at her. Vera was a little shocked by the way he looked. He was more primal, more like the animal he resembled. The fennec closed the distance and put a hand on her chest to force her to stay on her back. Her eyes widened with surprise when he quickly pulled her last article of clothing off and sent it to the floor. The firm hand keeping her down remained there while he removed his boxers. Jim looked into her eyes before moving the hand from her chest to her neck. Her eyes lit with fear as he shifted around to enter her. She wanted to bring out this of him, but she never thought it would be this strong. The smaller fennec's actions terrified her. She wasn't sure if he could keep from hurting her at this point. Her hands tried to pry the hand off of her neck with little effect. Jim was stronger than he looked... a lot stronger. His grip was firm, but still allowed her to breathe with some effort.
He lined himself up and quickly pushed in. Vera closed her eyes and yelped from the pain. He took no time to let her get used to the size and started moving at a harsh pace. Within moments, the girl hit her climax hard, screaming in both pleasure and pain as he continued. He pulled out of her and removed the hand from her neck. Without giving her time to retaliate or recover, he picked her up and turned her over. He picked her hips up and she held the pose. Jim lined himself up and the process started all over again. Tears stained the fur beneath her eyes as the pain kept coming. Vera climaxed again, this time much harder than before. Her body shook almost completely out of control. He still didn't stop.
Once more, he pulled out of her letting her fluids spray onto the couch. He took only a moment to catch his breath before pushing back in and stepping up the rhythm. He moved even faster than before causing the vixen to cry out in pain. Her hands dug into the cushions on the couch as she blinked away another set of tears. This was hurting so much, but it felt too good for her to want it to stop. She climaxed again just as hard as last time as he forced into her one last time before grunting and collapsing on top of her. They both fell against the couch panting for air. Moments later, Jim managed to speak quietly.
"Are you alright?"
Vera still felt the effects of her last climax. She was tired, her body ached from the stress of what just happened, and the room seemed to be spinning. With a nod, she spoke.
"Tired, Master. Very tired."
Jim forced himself to sit up and let the girl breathe easier. He frowned slightly when he saw the tear soaked fur under her eyes.
"I hurt you, didn't I?"
Vera rolled onto her back and looked at him with a small smile.
"I'm tough, Master. I can take it." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her chest puffed out as she stretched her sore body. "I asked for it."
He chuckled and put a hand on her belly.
"Yeah, I guess you did. How was it?"
"Terrifying."
Jim let himself relax as he chuckled. He managed to stand slowly and started to retrieve their clothes.
"I warned you."
He returned her clothing and sat by her feet on the couch to get dressed. Vera's smile slowly faded to a blank stare and she sat up to face Jim. She crossed her legs in front of her and leaned toward him with a look of uncertainty on her face. The fennec raised an ear and looked at her.
"I've seen that look on you before. What's on your mind?"
Her ears fell to the side as she shifted her gaze to her lap. She didn't speak.
"Come on, out with it."
He gave her a reassuring smile and she took a breath.
"There will come a time when I will want..." She closed her eyes and hunched over a little, too afraid to continue. Jim smiled and gave her a hug.
"Kids?"
She nodded slowly after a moment's hesitation. The fennec grinned and looked up at the sky, his smile becoming larger by the second.
"I've always wanted to start a family." He looked back at the girl before pulling her muzzle up to meet his. "Whenever you're ready, Vera."
He watched as tears once again filled her ice blue eyes. The smile on her face said the words she couldn't speak. She was truly happy and knew just how lucky she was to have found him after so many years alone. She wouldn't ruin it. It was the best thing that would ever happen to her. She was sure of it. As she nuzzled against his chest, Jim rubbed her back.
"I finally have what I dreamed of for so many years. I'm never letting go."
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The Halo: Chapter Ten by Lithe
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We left off at karo killing zian the son of zira and scar
At the battle sight
Karo what hve you done.(Karo turns still in his angry mode)Nala we need to run now. What about jewel. He won't hurt her its us who we should worrie about. Your right lets go.(All three lions run toward pride rock with panick)Good there gone.(Karo flips jewel on his own back)Lets get you somewhere safe,Jewel talk to me. Why did you kill him. Me and zian had a complicated past to. I bet is was'nt even close to mine and i never killed him. You never could if i did'nt have this side of me i would have fallen to. What are you saying karo. You would'nt understand.(Jewel rolls off karos back she notices he still has red eyes)What would'nt i understand. Nothing it does'nt matter anyway. Karo you need to take a breath calm down. Why i never did anything wrong but i always seem to your ass. Why are you acting like this. I don't have any problems with my life but apparently yours is just full of issues.(Jewel has tears in her eyes)I never want to see you again.(Jewel runs off)Fine who needs you.(Karo walks in the other direction)
Karo entering pride rock
Karo wheres jewel. I don't know i don't care to hell with her.(Something happend between those two)Karo you need to find her now. Yea who can make me. Karo she has your cub?sure don't do it for her but your cub did nothing and zira's out for blood.(Karo's eyes return to normal and he runs like never before.
On the outland borders
(Jewel pases back and forth)He turned away what did i do its not my fault my life is a hell. Having a rough time.(Zira walks out of the outland jewel does not know what zira looks like)Yea andi guess you've been haveing a peachy day. Zira back up(Jewel shocked and silent...
Thanks for reading part 4 and comment
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Lion King : Chapter ll Family extended part 4 by lionkingmaster
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I walked in and went up to my room and lay in bed. After I had stared up at the ceiling for about an hour, my cell phone started ringing. I checked the caller ID. It was Max. I picked up the phone. "Hi" I said dully. "There you are!" Max replied. "I was so worried!" I woke up and you were gone. Do you want me to come over?" "That would be nice." I said. A while later, i heard the door open. I walked downstairs to see Max standing with a DVD in his hand. "Hi," He said. "I brought a movie we could watch. It might make you feel better." He down on the couch and I put the movie in the player. It was The Princess Bride. I smiled. It may seem like a total chick flick, but it is one of the best movies I've ever seen. "I love this movie!" I exclaimed. I hugged Max. "Thank you." I leaned up against him and started the movie. Surprisingly, it did make me feel better. At the end of the movie we sat there, all snuggled up under a blanket. I placed my paw on Max's. "Do you want to stay the night?" "Sure." Max replied. "I'd love to. Do you want to watch another movie?" "I'll make some popcorn!" I yelled as I went to the kitchen. Half an hour into the movie I took Max's hand in mine. I pulled him close and kissed him. I wanted to stay like this forever. After what felt like an eternity we broke from each other. "I've wanted to do that for so long." Max whispered. "Me too." I replied. For the rest of the movie we were silent but I kept Max's hand in mine. Sometime I must have fallen asleep because I woke up in my bed. I went downstairs and Max was asleep on the couch. "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's a brand new day!" I said with a smile. "Mmmffgg. What time is it?" Max mumbled. "Around seven." I told him. "I made waffles!" We went to the table and started eating. I coudn't stop smiling. Max had wanted to kiss me! He had wanted to kiss ME! "Hey, there's a party at Jace's tonight.
I was wondering if you wanted to go with me." Max said. "Of course I will!" I replied enthusiastically. "Great!" Max replied. That night we got on the bus. It dropped us off around a block away from Jace's house where the party was being held. When we got there, I could hear the music pounding in the distance. Jace was at the door to greet us. He brushed his long black fur out of his face. "Hey Max. Hey Skye. Glad you could make it." He turned to me. "I heard about your mom. I'm so sorry." "Thank you." I said. His apology sounded genuine. We went inside. I heard a voice laugh behind me. It was Haru. He was the biggest bully in the entire school. "Oh look, it's Skye the orphan. Where's your mommy now, freak?" "Shut up Haru." Max said. I saw his paws curl into fists. "No." I said gently, "I can deal with this." I walked up to him. "Listen Haru, you don't scare me. I'm fed up with you picking on me. Now stop. Stop hurting people for your own enjoyment. That's right. I know you like hurting people. So go away and leave me alone." I backed away. "I mean that." I walked away with Max. Max looked at me a look of awe. "That was amazing." He said. "And I was all ready to sock him in the face." "Well I'm glad you didn't. We don't want to ruin Jace's party." I got two glasses of punch and gave one to Max. "Well, here goes. I hope this isn't spiked with anything." I took a tentative sip. "Nope, It's fine." We sat down on a couch. I touched Max's hand. "Not here." Max whispered as he moved my hand gently. "Let's go downstairs." We went down to the basement, which was empty, because everyone was upstairs. I held both of Max's hands in mine. Our noses were touching. "I... I think I love you." I whispered in his ear. "I love you too." He whispered back. We kissed. I had my arms around his neck. He had his hands on my back. Somewhere upstairs someone turned on a slow song. We danced, moving slowly, gracefully. "You're a great dancer." I said. "Thanks, you aren't too bad yourself." Max replied. We continued dancing until the song ended. We heard a slow clapping from behind us. It got faster as we turned around. Someone was there.
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Beginnings Ch. 3 by Skye1998
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Text: I stepped out of the changing room in my blue and yellow one-piece bathing suit. Over one shoulder was draped my big beach blanket and over my other shoulder was draped my cloth bag containing my beach visit essentials: suntan oil, a bottle of mineral water, two sandwiches and a bag of fat-free chips. A beach umbrella stuck under my right arm, resting atop the swell of my right breast. The boys stopped and stared, as did the girls, as I walked through the little brick pavilion. My 68 inch bosoms heaved and quaked in my bathing suit like two gigantic waterballoons.
Stepping from cool concrete and shade to warm sand and bright sun, I hit the beach. The sandy shore was littered with bodies, all of which were laying about like driftwood scattered after a storm. I found my spot in the midst of stares and whispering, dropped my beach paraphernalia and claimed my territory with the ka-chunk of the beach umbrella pole.
I had been laying there, under the glare of the sun off my welliled body, when the sound of hoots and whistles shattered my tranquility.
"Hey, Miss Jugs, play some volleyball!" and "Maybe we can climb those sand dunes!" came from a group of young men walking by my locale. I sat up and smiled at them, my nipples hardened against their stares and jeering. I leaned back, breasts jutting full up, and gave a twist that sent my heavy bosom into a sloppy sway from left to right and left to right. The guys responded with more hoots and shouts. I cut them short with a sway of my middle finger.
"Go suck air!" a guy replied to my gesture. I didn't see the beachball until it was in my face.
The multi-colored beachball hit me square in the face. The shock sent me backwards and the ball rolled down, up over my bust and was caught in the "basket" my bulging breast bellies and bent knees had made. I laid there on my back with hands grasping the beachball that lay atop my stomach.
"You--" I felt peculiar. "--jerks?"
There was a tingling within my belly. An odd sensation. A slight pressure. I looked to the peaks of my breasts, eyeing the beachball. I saw the big beachball actually rise up, like a multi-colored moon rising above two blue and yellow draped mountains. "What's happening?" I thought.
I slid one hand under the beachball, running my fingers over my bathing suit. I was surprised to find my tummy with a definite swell to it now compared to its trim flatness it had been mere seconds ago. I felt the stem of the beachball, the air intake nozzle sticking downward, poking into my suit where my belly button was located. I realized something was amiss and grasped the beachball again.
"Oh my gosh!" I cried feeling the beachball actually shrinking in size while my tummy, my once slim little tummy pushing up and up and up.
The beachball grew smaller. Its skin growing loose against my hands that were pressing against it. As the skin of the big beachball finally collapsed into a lifeless husk on top of me, I found my hands now resting on a huge dome-shaped bulge -- my new ballooned up belly. I moved the lifeless shell of beachball away and laid there running my little hands over and over my expanded tummy. My suit had contained my new blossoming well.
"Mommy, look at that pregnant lady." I turned my head to the right to see a little girl and her mother walking near. The little girl was poiting at my huge belly and her mother was staring in awe.
"Let's leave her alone," the mother said and hurried on. I wondered why the woman was acting so odd. It was as if she had never seen a pregnant -- that's when I felt my suit shift. I gasped, feeling again that strange sensation within me. I was continuing to swell up.
"No! No! No!" I cried as my suit tightened and my hands rested on my ballooning belly. I grew bigger and bigger and bigger. It wasn't stopping. I was somehow still taking in air, my belly blowing up like a giant beachball. It wasn't going to stop! It wasn't going to stop! I was going to get too big!
My mind did a woop-de-do in my skull. The sun sank on its side, slipping down the angling blue sky like a egg yolk splattered against a wall. The waves and the sound of the people all about me faded out as did my senses. I passed out, tummy still inflating.
I came to in the shade of the brick pavilion. I was still on my back. Two tanned men with red and white shorts stood by.
"You alright, ma'am?" one of the men politely asked. A small crowd had formed behind them.
"I think so," I said forgetting for a second where I had been and what had happened.
The two men helped me off a gurney. I almost fell forward, gasping. My eyes caught sight, below my heavy big bust, my huge round belly that stuck out as if I had swallowed five beachballs.
"Are you sure you are okay?" the other life guard asked.
"Ummm I'll be fine," I smiled, my hands resting on my enormous tummy. "Motherhood. It's swell."
What was I going to do?
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Rika Nonaka was on her way home from school. She had a lot on her mind, most of her thoughts were focused on a certain Yellow Fox named Renemon, Rika's digimon partner, at the beginning the two partners only wanted to focus on gaining power. They went from digimon to digimon deleting them and loading data believing that it would make each other stronger. As time went on the two soon worked out a healthy friendship and started treating one another with respect.
'Renamon...would you have stayed with me if I had stayed the same. If I had never changed.' Rika thought as she walked past an old poster of her mother, Rumiko Nonaka, famous clothing model.
'I do not know Rika.' Came Renamon's reply. The two had figured out they had a mental link with one another at the end of the Parasimon battle.
Rika continues her walk not noticing the strange man in the black trench coat following her. Up above where Rika was standing on a building stood Renamon. She noticed themn getting closer and closer to Rika the further she walked. Renamon wanted to tell Rika about it but she thought the man was just in a hurry and didn't sense any IMMEDIATE danger about him. Renamon noticed to late when the man pulled out the chloroformed soaked rag.
'RIKA RUN!' Renamon's cry came to late as Rika felt the rag get slipped over her mouth and nose cutting off all the airways she could use, and dragged her into a nearby alleyway.
"You'll fetch me a good price. My clients all like there girls young...and flat chested." The mans voice was low and deep.
Rika struggled in the mans grip trying not to breath in the Chloroform on the rag. Rika tried pushing the man away but his grip was to strong. She couldn't hold her breath any longer as her mouth opened and she breathed in the chloroform. The man looked down at Rika as he removed the rag from her mouth and nose.
"Your a strong one...my boys like there woman deity." The man chuckles as he drags the now limp girl over to his car and throws her in the open trunk. He pulls her arms in behind her back and ties them together with some rope, he does the same with her legs. He doesn't seem to notice Renamon watching him from above as he drives out of the alley and away from the Shinjuku area.
'...Rika, I will find you don't worry.' Was Renamon's last thought before she disappeared into the night.
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Sold into Slavery by JeRiRena
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Chapter 2
As we came into the city we found a parking spot. We all got out and walked to the arcades. Even though I don't play games no more, I more or less hang outside. AS we walked other humans gave me weird looks. I was much bigger than the others. They all were from 5 feet to 6'8. I'm 7'6; I'm a much larger werewolf. People never had seen a werewolf that looked like me. AS we came up to the arcade place I kept on walking and stopped to a voice.
"Shadow! Where are you going the arcades are over here?" Silver said.
"Nah... I feel like waiting out here ok. I'll be over here."
Silver shook his head no.
"No I said I keep an eye on you. You need to come in here with us."
I gave a grunt and followed him inside and sat down at a table as Liki came over and brought food over. I just sat there and ate some pizza, as the others played and ate food back and forth. A girl saw me sitting there and came over to me and smiled. As l looked up I smiled back as she spoke to me.
"Hi there."
"Hi."
"What's your name?"
"Uh... Shadow."
Nice to meet you Shadow. My name is Sasha.
"Nice to meet you." I stare at her with my deep red eyes.
She sat down and was looking at me like I was being checked out.
"Did you need something or help?"
"No... I saw you and you looked alone. So that's why I came over to you."
"Well it's very nice to meet you but I'm married."
"Oh... .Well that's ok it was nice to meet you anyways. Maybe someday we will cross paths again." She smiled.
"Maybe... Just maybe."
She walked away as silver my alpha came up to me.
"She is checking you out?"
"Yeah... But I'm married I don't cheat."
"I know..." He giggled.
I rolled my eyes as he went back to playing. A few hours have passed and I was starting to get very bored since I don't play games no more really. So I got up and started to head on out right as Silver saw me leave he shouted my name out and I turned to him.
"Where you going?"
"I'm bored and I'm going home. I'm very tired and want to go to bed."
"Well then let's all head back to your place. We can play on your Xbox why you sleep."
I smiled with a nod.
"Just don't play on my Skyrim account okay."
"Okay."
Silver walked to get the others as I headed back to my truck and waited for them. I start the vehicle as they started walking back. Kira holding onto silvers back starting to fall asleep. I smiled in hopes when my wife gets back we plan on adoption. They open the doors and climb on is as the doors shut I pulled on out and headed home. The drive was long so Kira slepted as the others talked quietly to themselves about stuff.
I pulled into the drive way as I open the garage door and pulled in. The door shut as everyone climbed out and headed on in. Silver put Kira into the guess bed and went to play on my Xbox. I went to my bed and went to sleep for the rest of the night.
Silver, Liki, and Caylenn played some Halo as Lycan watched. The rest of the night was them up playing games and watching TV.
As night turns to day I wake up in my wolf form and walked up to my wives mirror and looked at myself.
"This... this is what I look like. A look I have not seen in a long time."
I saw a few scars that didn't get covered by my black fur. These marks were from some vampire attacks that happen to me. I then notice my red fur mark. I still don't know what I mean and why I have it. I was turned and a month later I get this mark. Silver never told me yet and I think it's about time I get my answer."
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My werewolf life Chapter 2 by Sissthiath Blackfang
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We left off at jewel and karo in the medow
Jewel walking to pride rock after karo and jewels night.
Nala we need to talk. Why whats wrong.(Jewel turns and rubs her belly nala's eyes open wide)Are you serious right now. Yes i said i love him. No jewel this is not a good thing. What do you mean nala. Kiara is not going to take this lightly. Me and her are ok remember. Yes your ok but she's going to flip about this. Ok ok its over and done so don't stress. What did i do wrong nala. Listen we will talk to her together ok. Yea i guess. Ok lets get this over with.
Nala and jewel walk with kiara (jewel scared to death)
Jewel calm down i'm not going to hurt you. No its not that its just...(Nala interups jewel).Kiara we need to tell you something ok. Yes whats wrong. Not really something wrong its quite beautiful. What happened. (Nala signs jewel to stay back)Karo and jewel...(Kiara frowns)Karo and jewel did what. Well they lets say your going to be a grandmother.(Kiara smiles)I'm happy for you and now...I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. Kiara stop you should be happy for them.(Kiara roar's and turns around)How could you do that to him he's got to many problem for that. Kiara i already know about his other side. Then you should no if he flips on his cub he's going to kill him you know that to nala,well i guess all i can do is help at this point first if cub and karo are together then someone watch them. Ok but we can't just watch them all the time and if he snaps how can we stop him not even nala could take him.(Nala looks at jewel in disapointment)I tryed everything could but he was like a machine,wait jewel your the stoper. What if you could'nt fight him how would she. Listen jewel acually saved me from him. How did she save you. Karo would have torn both me and valtry's throat out. Then jewel told him to stop but what the wired part is he acually stopped. So she acually stopped him.(Nala and kiara looks over at jewel)Jewel what aree you thinking about. what about my mom...
Thanks for reading part 9 and i'll make the next part please comment.
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Lion King : Pride United part 9 by lionkingmaster
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Anya made her way through the house, past the two busy maidbots, and down the basement stairs to be scanned. Once inside the lab, she went right over to where Tammy and Mike were.
Tammy was just finishing up with her scan. She was in the process of unplugging the many cables from her head and chest when Anya walked in. Maria took the cables one by one from the curvaceous brunette, and neatly coiled them up in perfect concentric circles as Tammy reattached her facemask.
"How bout a kiss?" Mike said once the device was back in place.
Tammy used her face to smile warmly at him, then to kiss his lips in a style that conveyed her digital love for him. Mike got up off his chair and took his lady's hand to help her out of the off-white vinyl examination chair. She closed her chest panel and returned his wordless gaze for a while.
"So, what does the Main Computer have to say?" Anya asked as she came up from behind Tammy and put her arm around her.
"Let's ask it." Mike said. "Maria, is the Main Computer processing Tammy's data?"
Maria finished adjusting some knobs and buttons at the console in front of her, then went to the keyboard to enter a very long string of letters and numbers. The three lovers stood there waiting for the attractive technician to answer.
Finally - after a long process of number crunching by the supercomputer and of standing anxiously around in wait - Maria turned to them and said "Yes."
Mike looked at his lovers. They looked at him and each other.
"How long will it take for the Main Computer to finish processing Tammy's data?" Mike asked.
Maria answered that question quickly in comparison. "Unknown. The current estimate for completion of calculations is six hours, twentyne minutes and fifty-six seconds. This estimate has a 36% chance of being correct."
"I love it when you talk dirty like that." Anya quipped.
"What do you think we should do?" Tammy asked Mike. "Usually Anya's in the middle of her scan by now."
"Let's ask." Mike said. "Maria, does the Main Computer want... uh... I mean... will the Main Computer be scanning Anya's files now or after it's finished processing Tammy's files?"
Maria stared back at him with her usual perfect expression of mindlessness and vacancy. He was getting more aroused by that look the more he gazed at her pretty, unchanging face.
After waiting for a long couple of minutes, Mike waved his hand in front of her unblinking eyes, snapping his fingers as he did. "Hellooooooo?" he sang. "Ma-riiiiii-a?"
"Well, I'm going back upstairs." Tammy said.
"Okay, I better hop in the shower finally." Mike added.
"I'll come with you Tammy." Anya said. "The Main Computer knows where to find me."
The two sexy androids turned and started walking. They looked behind them to see Mike still looking at the beautiful technician, waiting for a reply.
"You coming too?" Tammy asked him.
He turned around and started walking. "Yeah." he said.
They walked out the door and up the stairs. Mike found himself lusting after Tammy even more now that she wasn't in the mood for sex.
"What do you want to do in the meantime?" Anya asked Tammy.
"I don't know." she said. She quickly downloaded a local weather report and thought about the forecast. "It's gonna be a little warmer today, we could go outside for a walk again."
"You girls do that then, but remember not to go to far." Mike said. "Anya still needs to get scanned."
The girls stopped in the kitchen. The table was set with a bowl and a spoon, a box of cereal, and a rapidly cooling cup of tea. Tammy sat down. "I don't think I've ever felt this bored." she said.
Anya sat down across from her at the table. "Still don't want to have sex yet?" she asked gently.
Tammy folded her arms and looked down. She shook her head.
"Well, why don't you get dressed while I'm in the shower?" Mike said to her.
"Okay." she said. She looked a little sad.
"I'll be back in twenty minutes." he said.
"Okay." she said, offering him a smile.
He walked upstairs while the ladies sat there for a little longer.
"Wanna try it?" Anya asked her. "Just a little quickie?"
"No." Tammy said. "I dread the thought of my control slipping again."
"Alright." Anya said as she stood up. "I'll quit bugging you. Tell you what, you go get some clothes on. I have something to show you when you get back."
"What is it?" Tammy asked.
"A surprise." Anya said with an impish grin.
Tammy flashed her a quizzical look. "Something Bonnie brought last night?"
"Yes." Anya said. "Now stop asking questions or you'll ruin the surprise."
"Okay." Tammy said with a giggle. "I'll go now."
Anya smiled and embraced her fellow 558 as she stood up. She too wanted to take Tammy to bed even more now, but she kept the hug non-sexual and let the worried fembot go on her way.
Tammy walked up the stairs as Anya watched. When she was out of sight, Anya went out of the kitchen and down the hall to the attached garage. She turned on the light and made optical scans of the scene. There were lots of big boxes and big items there, compliments of Robot Control Zero and its attractive but non-friendly courier.
There was a new electric guitar and bass for Mike, along with a keyboard and microphone and the amplifiers for them. There was a drum kit too, but it was still crated up and in pieces. These were expensive toys, but Robot Control always came through for his relatively modest requests.
After Anya had scanned those boxes and read the lettering on them, she turned her attention to a small pile of other boxes along the wall. Soon after, she found what she had come in for. Another expensive toy had been acquired, this time at Anya's request.
The box contained a white, fully assembled and charged AIBO ERS-7 robotic dog. Anya picked up the box and quickly unpacked it. After removing the styrofoam and bubble wrap, she held the dog in front of her and thought about activating it. She decided she would wait till Tammy was there.
Anya happily took the mechanical pet under her arm with her and walked out of the garage, turning off the light and shutting the door behind her. She walked through the hallway and passed one of the maidbots as she went. Anya held the AIBO up to the passing mechanical woman and said "Isn't it neat?"
The maidbot didn't even turn her pretty plastic head and kept right on walking forward; beeping and whirring loudly all the way. Anya stood there and watched the sexy machine move for a while, then walked back to the kitchen.
She put the dog on the center of the table and sat down. She kept an eye on the staircase and waited for Tammy to return. When another few minutes had passed, the pretty brunette android came once again down the staircase. She was now dressed in some comfortable looking jeans and a striped knit sweater with a snowman on the front. That look of worry was still set on her silicone face.
She walked into the kitchen. Her optical scanners immediately detected the robotic dog on the table. That sight initiated a flurry of computations within her chest.
"Is that for me?" she said, sounding genuinely surprised.
Anya grinned and nodded. She stood up.
Tammy's face became animated and joyful. "Oh, he's so CUTE!" she said.
Anya pressed the pause button on the AIBO's back. It immediately came to 'life' and turned its head to look around while the LEDs on its head flashed and the MIDI processors inside played a cheery tune.
"Thank you Anya!!" Tammy said as she rushed around the chairs to give the raven-haired beauty a hug.
"You're welcome Tammy!" Anya said as she returned her tight squeeze and stroked her hand down her back. She wanted so badly to go further and start something sexual, but she let it go.
Tammy stood back and turned her full attention to the dog on the table. It stood up on its hind legs as Tammy held her hand above its head. Its nose met her hand and it barked.
"What are you gonna call it?" Anya asked.
Tammy looked at the robot dog and did some quick research on the internet. "ERS-7" she said.
"But that's just the model number." Anya said.
"I know." Tammy said. "It's a nice name for him too, I think."
"How do you know it's a 'him'?"
Tammy ran that question through her processors while she played with the dogs floppy rubber ears. "I just know." she said.
"Do you want me to make some software improvements to it?" Anya asked.
"Sure, but not right now." Tammy answered. "I want Mike to see him first."
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36+1 Ep. 26
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Jake's old friend By Crossbreeder
Jake takes an old friend and Kenta for a little get together!
"So what is his name again?" Kenta asked over the phone. He waited for a reply and finally heard his friends voice. "His name is Koburu, he is an old friend of mine." Jake replied. "So, he's going to meet with us at the airport, go to your house, then stay the night?" Kenta asked to make sure. "Yeah, I'll pick him up and meet you at your house." Jake said. They hung up and Kenta went to bed.
Jake sat back in his chair. He began to think of the times he was with Koburu. They were the best of friends, until he moved away when his parents died. He remembered when they used to sit on top of a hill and watch the sunset. When they used to get in trouble, and, of course, when they were alone.
Jake gave a slight yawn, and walked over to his bedroom. He undressed himself, and climed into the sheets. He drifted to sleep, dreaming of the many things the next day would bring.
Jake awakened to his alarm clock going off. He quickly shut it off and went to his dresser. He looked through his many piles and found his old pair. It was a very tight pair of red shorts, and a sleeveless red shirt. "To think, after so many years." Jake said outloud to himself. "I finally get to see him, and best of all, there's Kenta!" He said with a smile on his muzzle.
Jake got ready and climed ito his car. The fluffy seats reminded him off the time he and Koburu shared this car. He shook the memories from his head and started it up. He backed out of the driveway, and headed for the airport.
Kenta was busy studying when he heard the doorbell rang. His mom answered the door and let Jake in. "Hey Kenta, you ready to go?" Kenta stood up and streached. "Of course, well, bye mom." he said as he walked out the door. His mom replied with a goodbye, and closed the door behind Jake.
The two furs slowly approached the car. As Kenta began to get a better view, he could clearly see the fur was indeed a lion. Koburu tilted his head to look out the backseat window. He smiled a bit when he saw Kenta. Jake got in the drivers seat while Kenta got in the passenger.
When they were all settled and Jake began to drive, Koburu began to speak. "So, we going to your house?" he asked, takeing his time with his words. "Yep." Jake said while driveing. Koburu turned his head to Kenta. "I'm guessing you to have already mated." he said slyly. Kenta looked back at him. "Ye, yeah." Koburu laughted a little. "Don't be ashamed, I'm not.
When they got back to Jake's house, Jake had already planned out the day. It was already the evening so it went along perfectly. First, Jake served himself and Koburu some spiked slushies, while Kenta had a regular one. After they had finished, Kenta had a brainfreeze and the othera were a little tipsy. They got out and began to play twister. They had to move a parts, and every now and then Koburu accidently touched their rump. Even thought they knew it was on purpose.
Kenta looked around, Jake was still a little tipsy, but Koburu seemed to be back to normal. He looked over at Kenta, his bright yellow eyes stairing into his sent shivers down his spine. The thing is, he like it. Koburu looked back to Jake, "Want to get started?" he said happily.
"All right, lets make this enteresting." Jake answered. "What do you have in mind." Koburu said with many things in mind. "Maby Kenta could become a two way device!" he said excitedly. They looked over at Kenta. "Want to become our bitch for the night?" Koburu asked wonderly. A wide grin went across his muzzle. "Only becouse Jake asked!"
In seconds they stripped down to nothing. The walked into Jake's bedroom, holding each others rumps as the moved. Jake moved to the front of the bed. Koburu at the end, and Kenta in the middle. Kenta stood on his knees, and hands on the bed. Jake gave Kenta a soft kiss while Koburu rubbed his ass.
Jake slipped his tounge inside of Kenta's mouth, and Koburu did the same to the other end. They rubbed the inside of both ends with their tounges. They pulled away at about the same time. Jake looked at Kenta in the eyes. "Are you ready?" Kenta shook his head yes, and they began.
Koburu gripped Kenta's rump, and thrust himself in hard. Kenta let out a small moan of pain and pleasure due to the lion's huge cock. Jake lifted Kenta's muzzle, and slipped his own cock down Kenta's throat. They both began to thrust. Jake shoveing himself down the wolfs throat, while Koburu forceing himself deeper into the wolf's rump.
While he was being administered to, his own cock was comeing out of its sheath. He knew that one of them was bound to cum soon. Jake began to thrust quick and hard into Kenta's muzzle. Kenta sniffed in the fox's pubic hair. His sent flowing in throught his nostrals.
Then Jake's climax came. He poured fresh, warm and sticky cum down Kenta's throat. While he was cumming, he and Koburu leaned over Kenta while thrusting, and kissed. When he was finally done, Jake reluctently pulled his cock out of Kenta's mouth, and plobbed down beside him.
"My turn!" warned Koburu as his own climax hit. He dove himself, deep, past the point where Jake had, into Kenta, and put his cum. He kept thrusting till he slipped out and layed on the otherside of Kenta. Kenta layed on top of his own cum, which he did moments earlier. Now all three of them had at least some cum on them.
They layed their until they drifted to sleep. When they all awakened, they went into the bathroom. They all got into the shower, turned on the hot water, and took a long, warm, shower!
Well, I think this one was better than the other. If you have any ideas for the next one, tell me, thanks :(
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Jake's old friend by Crossbreeder
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Text: She could already feel the difference. Before, the car had been a separate entity, something she drove, under her command. Now they were together, one thing. She was three-quarters machine and one-quarter woman. Before she was sleek, with a runner's body and suggestive curves. Now she was downright aerodynamic, with a three-liter engine giving her the kick she needed to really move.
Kate had second thoughts about the spell. Mixing magic and technology was risky. It wasn't technically against the rules of the race – but that might have been because the refs didn't think anyone would be so bold, or so foolish. The rounds of disappointing practice, too many laps missing target times, had left her no choice. She needed this.
The pistol fired. Kate's tires were already spinning at the perfect rate as she released her brake, her soft rubber soles gripping the track and launching her off the line. Her breath steamed out her exhaust pipes, feeding her hungry engine as she rocketed ahead.
Thanks to the sorcery, she didn't have to think about pushing pedals. She was the car. She zoomed up through the positions. The third-place car tried to move over, a clumsy attempt to block her. She effortlessly meshed her gears in a ratio her old ignition software would have never allowed, and screamed into #3. She knew her tolerances better than any instruction manual; she could feel the turning of her cams and the wonderful boom-boom-boom of internal combustion through her whole body.
The front two cars would be harder to beat. The lead car had a famous driver. In her past life, he had been her rival, perhaps her better. Now he was the inconsequential insides to a poorly-controlled competitor.
As she neared the second car, she felt hungry. Her stomach ached with emptiness, her feet sore. The pit entrance beckoned; she pulled aside.
Kate rolled to a stop by her crew. The enchantment faded into the background with her deceleration, leaving her only human. The hunger subsided; her stomach had an energy bar in it.
Kate's team approached in their usual efficient way. Her fingers drummed on the wheel as they filled up tires and ran a fuel hose. "You were really scooting! Everything okay?" Evan, the pit mechanic, asked her while vacuuming an intake. "Just high stakes," Kate replied. As she responded she realized she felt a bit bloated, the light satiation of her belly replaced by a heavy liquid feeling. Her chest felt puffy and taut in a distinctly feminine way.
There was no time to think about nerves or monthly calendars. Evan waved her through. As she rolled out of the pit, she was again a beautiful creature of metal and fire, her explosive heartbeat chewing the wind. Overtaking the cars that hadn't stopped was easy, and Kate was again in third.
Jockeying for position with the second-place car was harder. The other driver was very skilled, and even working until her forehead was hot with oily sweat, Kate was unable to push her way past. She again felt tired and hungry, and pulled back into the pit.
The moment she stopped, she was again human. The emptiness in her gas tank was replaced by fullness in her stomach. She felt completely stuffed.
"You need a tire change," Evan's voice said from beside her, "you still okay?" Kate paused a moment before responding, "Yeah, go." The techs pulled the tires off quickly while the fuel line did its business. Kate felt awful. She looked at her belly, the source of most of her discomfort, and was surprised to find it visibly straining at her suit. She was distended in the abdomen, and the sensation become more pronounced by the moment. Her eyes widened as she watched her breasts deploy like airbags, instantly expanding from their previous modest size to two voluptuous heaves on her upper body. Her suit zipper shot downward, exposing pale, taut skin which rose up toward Kate's chin.
Kate looked up from the distressing sight and saw the pit team placing new, fresh tires on the car. Freshly inflated tires. Inflated. "Oh, shit," she swore under her breath. It was decision time; she could get out of the car, could break the spell. But that would mean losing.
She'd already delayed too long. She was precious seconds late pulling out.
There was no real choice to make: Kate knew she was a winner. Winners didn't quit. She felt inside herself for her ambition, her true drive, and it told her to push the pedal to the floor.
She did, and was again a steel dragon blurring past the stands.
Within moments she was back behind the second-place car. Rounding a curve, there was a gap. It was too small for comfort, but Kate knew she could fit.
She went for it, edging between the second-place car and the sidewall. She needed this win. She would do anything.
As Kate passed the car, she felt a strange bump. Her front wheels slipped.
Distantly she felt a sensation in her human body's breasts; her arm jostled them on its way to turn her wheel. Her front end skidded in slow motion.
Frantically she tried to correct, but her human arms just kept banging into the overblown tits. The car tumbled end over end in a jumble of pain and screeching metal.
Next thing Kate knew, she was being dragged from the wreckage of her roll cage. She felt a distant warmth and realized her engine compartment was on fire. She moved her bleary head as medics carried her and saw, beyond her own enlarged breasts and pregnant-looking belly, ten million of the owners' dollars in a smoking wreck. There was a 'whoomph' as the wreckage exploded outwards in a ball of firey expanding gas. Kate was dimly aware of pressure and the sound of tearing fabric, as her pink flesh rose...
The next day's headline read "ENSORCELLED DRIVER SURVIVES CRASH. CONDITION REMAINS SERIOUS". The photos amused many.
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Shopping is a Pain “Damn it, Liz, why can’t I find pants that fit!”
“Maybe because you’ve got a horse’s ass?”
“Very funny. Just because it’s true doesn’t mean you need to joke about it!”
“Who’s joking? Jill, you’ve got a giant horse butt, complete with a tail! Why are you surprised that most jeans aren’t going to fit your zip-code sized butt?”
“There has to be something! I need pants damn it!”
“Well, what about leggings?”
“No way! They show off too much. Gives me a camel toe and makes my crotch boobs look really obvious.”
“You could wear a long sweater over it, that’d look cute on you!”
“I suppose, but I really want some nice jeans.”
“Well, how about these?”
“Those say they’re made for maternity.”
“Yeah, I know you’re not preggers, but damn girl you’ve got some serious hips, and those crotch titties of yours need some space too, so how about you give them a try?” “Oh, okay, but damn it, no jokes about me getting knocked up. It’s hard enough to survive heat without thinking about popping out a foal.”
“Alright, alright, now go try them on.”
“How do they fit?”
“Well, they fit okay, I guess. Not exactly flattering.”
“Come on, show them a bit.”
“Fine, let me do a turn. There’s not much room in here to do a proper turn.”
“That’s because your butt is so wide.”
“I wish you’d stop reminding me. I didn’t ask for a horse’s ass, you know.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop. They look good, so, are you’re going to get them?”
“Fuck, yes, I am! Check this out! They’ve got pockets! Real, motherfucking, pockets! Quick, grab me another couple pairs!”
“You’d think you’d be more interested in the fact that your tail works with them, but alright, pockets it is. Not that I can blame you. I can’t remember the last time I found a decent set of jeans with actual pockets.”
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Völlig geschafft von der weiten Strecke schleppten sich die sechs ans Ufer und ließen sich in den weichen Sand fallen. Keiner sagte etwas alle mussten erst einmal Luftholen. Die Insel hatte viel näher ausgesehen, aber da der See von einem Fluss gespeist wurde hatte es eine Strömung gegeben und gegen diese hatten sie schwimmen müssen. Markus blickte erschöpft zurück, Shirko konnte er nicht sehen, dazu war er zu weit weg, aber jetzt waren sie schon einmal auf der Insel und vorerst in Sicherheit vor allen Gefahren. "Geht es euch allen noch gut?" Cindy ging zu Markus und schleckte ihn ab, er erwiderte die Geste. "Ja mir geht's gut Liebster." Markus schaute etwas überrascht zu Cindy auf, so hatte sie ihn noch nie genannt, etwas war im Busch das sagte ihm sein Gefühl. Langsam stand er auf und schaute die Bäume an, die leicht anstiegen bis zu einer Felsgrenze die eine Spitze auf der Insel bildete.
*"Wir sollten uns eine Höhle suchen." "Ja das wäre das Beste aber ich denke nicht das es eine gibt." "Wir werden es sehen Koschan." Markus schaute sich nach den anderen um, doch bis auf Anira und Koschan waren sie schon am Waldrand, zuerst wunderte er sich, doch dann viel ihm ein das sie seine Befehle sofort ausführten, auch wenn es keiner gewesen war, schließlich war er jetzt der Leitwolf, aber es fühlte sich bis jetzt noch nicht anders an. Markus trottete zu ihnen an den Waldrand, dann gingen sie in den dichten ursprünglichen Wald. Hier waren selten große Tiere, oder Lebewesen, das zeigte das nahezu undurchdringliche Unterholz. Die sechs hatten so ihre Probleme mit den Lianen und Schlinggewächsen, die ihnen den Weg versperrten. Nicht selten mussten sie Ihre Zähen einsetzen um sich zu befreien.
Doch bald kam Markus ein neues Problem, was sollten sie hier fressen? Er glaubte kaum dass es Rehe oder Hirsche gab. Das einzige war wohl Fisch, aber den hatte er schon als Mensch nicht gemocht er beschloss das später einmal anzusprechen. Sie durchstreiften die ganze Insel fanden aber nichts Nennenswertes außer Bäume Sträucher und Früchte, die sie aber alle verschämten. Letztendlich kamen sie zu der Felsgrenze, erschöpft und glücklich, da sie vorher durch ein Feld mit Kletten gemusst hatten und die hingen nun überall im Fell und juckten. Während alle bis auf Koschan damit beschäftigt waren ihr Fell wieder einigermaßen von den Kletten zu befreien schaute Koschan sich nachdenklich um. *"Was jetzt Markus?" "Warum denn? Also ich sehe hier ein paar Höhlen, kommt suchen wir uns die Größte aus." "Ich weis nicht ich habe ein ungutes Gefühl." "Warum den Koschan?" "Ich kann es nicht sagen, aber wir sind hier nicht alleine." Alle warteten während Koschan die Gegend weiter musterte, doch es passierte nichts. So fügte sich Koschan, da keiner mehr Lust gehabt hatte noch länger zu warten und sie gingen auf die größte Höhle zu. Weit waren sie noch nicht gekommen als ein Schatten über sie hinweg schoss und direkt vor ihnen landete. Erschrocken blieben alle stehen und musterten das Wesen vor sich, es hatte einen Kopf der dem eines Adlers glich, auch die Federn und Flügel sahen so aus, nur viel zu groß. Des weiteren hatte das Wesen vier Kräftige Beine und Pfoten mit Krallen die man nicht unterschätzen sollte. Der Schweif des Wesens peitschte hin und her während es sie mit klugen Augen musterte. Markus musste an den Greif denken den er damals im Wald gesehen hatte. Die Stimme des Greifs klang scharf und feindselig als er sagte: *"Was wollt ihr hier?! Das ist die Höhle meiner Familie und ihr habt hier nichts verloren." Das Rudel hatte sich zusammengestellt und standen in einer Linie dem Greif gegenüber, während die anderen alle die Zähne fletschten ging Markus ein paar Schritte vor und legte den Kopf schief als er mit glitzernden Augen sagte. *"Wir wollen nur eine Höhle haben, aber von welcher Familie sprichst du? Ich sehe nur dich und wir sind zu sechst." "Das geht euch nichts an! Aber ihr werdet kämpfen müssen!" "Mach dich nicht lächerlich! Du hast keine Chance gegen uns!" Markus wollte dem Greif eigentlich nichts tun, aber draußen schlafen wollte er auch nicht, so ging er langsam auf den Greif zu die anderen folgten ihm. Doch der Greif wich zurück und schaute sich unsicher um, als würde er jemanden suchen, schließlich stieß er an die Höhlenwand, schaute sich panisch um, bis er vom Boden in die Luft sprang und davonflog. Markus musste grinsen und drehte sich um, auch die anderen hatten ein fieses Grinsen auf den Lippen. *"Den sind wir wohl los, aber jetzt brauche ich meine Ruhe." Die anderen waren derselben Meinung und folgten Markus in die Höhle, es roch etwas seltsam, wohl nach dem Greif, auch seine Spuren waren nicht zu übersehen. *"Recht sauber war der aber nicht" Stellte Cindy trocken fest und stieß den Schädel eines Tieres zur Seite. Dafür war es im hinteren Teil sauberer und es gab sogar ein Lager das teilweise mit Gräsern gepolstert war. Markus war der letzte und musste so auf dem kalten Steinboden sitzen, allerdings machte ihm dies nichts aus. Schließlich meinte er. "Es gibt nur ein Problem, ich glaube nicht dass es hier Wild gibt, und die einzige Option wäre Fisch oder wir ziehen bald weiter." "Nein das ist nicht das einzige Problem, denk an den Greif." Gab Koschan zu bedenken. Markus nickte zustimmend. "Am besten wir gehen zu den Nachtmahren." "So einfach ist das nicht Zehra vorerst sind wir hier. Was sagte ihr dazu?" Markus schaute Koschan und Anira fragend an den diese konnten von den Nachtmahren durchaus getötet werden. "Wir werden euch folgen wohin ihr auch geht, solange wir erwünscht sind." "Gut dann brechen wir bald wieder auf, allerdings sollten wir uns alle etwas ausruhen." "Ich werde mir noch einmal schnell dir Beine vertreten." Cindy strich um Markus herum und zwinkerte ihm zu, dann trottete sie aus der Höhle, wobei sie mit ihrem Hintern verführerisch wackelte. Markus schaute ihr hinterher, und fragte sich ob das Absicht gewesen war, dann drängelte er sich zwischen die anderen, so lag er neben Koschan, Anira kuschelte sich an Koschan. Zehra und Taiato lagen etwas weiter weg, Markus wusste warum, der Geruch der Gosrambo war für sie noch etwas streng. Aber sie würden sich daran gewöhnen. Doch Markus wartete vergeblich auf Cindy, die anderen schliefen schon, oder dösten und sie war noch immer nicht zurück. Er wollte schon gehen und sie suchen als er sie am Höhlenausgang entdeckte.
*"Cindy? Willst du nicht herkommen?" "Fang mich doch!" Sie bleckte die Zunge und verschwand um die Ecke. Markus überlegte kurz, dann stand er auf und schlich geduckt wie eine Raubkatze beim Angriff zum Höhlenausgang. Außen schaute er sich vorsichtig um, doch Cindy war nicht zu finden, aber er konnte sie riechen und spüren. Markus grinste listig. Weit musste er nicht gehen, dann fand er sie reglos am Boden liegen. Markus eilte zu ihr und stupste sie an. "Cindy ist dir was passiert? Rede mit mir!" Markus machte sich sofort Sorgen. Doch plötzlich sprang Cindy auf und riss Markus zu Boden. "Du bist eine leichte Beute für eine hungrige Wölfin." "Ach ja? Aber ich bin stärker." Cindy knurrte spielerisch und zwickte Markus in seinen Schwanz, dieser knurrte zurück und zwickte sie in ihr Bein, dann sprang er zurück. Doch Cindy war schneller und warf ihn wieder zu Boden, die beiden rollten ein Stück durch den Staub dann blieben sie aufeinander liegen. Cindy die oben lag schaute Markus verlieb in die Augen. "Deine Augen sind wunderschön." "Nein du bist tausendmal schöner Cindy." Cindy wurde leicht verlegen, dann berührte sie Markus Nase mit der ihren bevor sie ihn abschleckte. Cindy drückte unterdessen ihre Spalte leicht gegen Markus Glied, unweigerlich schob sich dieses langsam hervor. Nach einem kurzen Augenblick in dem sie sich beobachtet hatten fragte Cindy mit einem Grinsen: "Markus ich wollte dich etwas fragen." Sofort schossen Markus tausende Gedanken durch den Kopf, was wollte sie fragen, doch er glaubte die Frage schon zu kennen. "Nun was willst du denn wissen?" "Willst du oder wollen wir..." "Markus, Cindy? Was treibt ihr da?" Erschrocken sprang Cindy auf und Markus stand auf. Beide schauten Zehra, die langsam näher kam, wütend an. "Ihr wart plötzlich verschwunden und da machte ich mir... ist etwas?" Markus und Cindy grummelten beide vor sich hin, Zehra sah ihren Gesichtsausdrück und dann Markus Glied zwischen seinen Beinen, sie ging langsam Rückwerts. "Oh,...es tut mir leid ich wollte euch nicht stören."
Zehra verschwand wieder in der Höhle und Markus schaute Cindy an, sie erwiderte seinen Blick, ob das Absicht gewesen war? Seufzend sagte Cindy: "Komm Markus ich will dir noch etwas zeigen." Markus folgte Cindy die Felsen hinauf zur Spitze, dort setzte sie sich in den Mondschein und schaute auf das Wasser. Markus bewunderte ihr Fell, das in dem Licht des Mondes einen schönen schimmer hatte. Der Mond spiegelte sich im Wasser, er war sehr groß und hatte ein dunkles Orange angenommen. Es war ein besonderes Naturschauspiel, das nur kurz vor dem Winter statt fand. Markus setzte sich neben sie. "Er ist wunderschön. Woher wusstest du das Cindy?" "Weil es jedes Jahr so ist, nur dieses Jahr ist etwas anders." Markus grübelte nach kam aber nicht darauf, solange kannten sie sich noch nicht. Nachdem er schwieg sagte Cindy. "Jedes Jahr um diese Zeit war ich alleine doch jetzt bist du da." Sie legte eine Pfote auf die von Markus und schmiegte sich an ihn, dabei rieb sie mit ihrem Kopf über seinen Hals. Markus seufzte und schnaufte zufrieden er hatte so ein kribbeln im Magen. Doch kaum hatte er tief Luft geholt viel ihm ein neuer Geruch auf, er war schon immer dagewesen, doch jetzt war er besonders Intensiv, der Geruch nach einer geilen Wölfin. Er versuchte den Geruch loszuwerden, doch er benebelte seine Sinne. Es dauerte eine ganze Zeit bis er wieder klare Gedanken hatte. "Markus ich liebe dich." "Ich dich auch Cindy, möchtest du mich jetzt fragen?" Cindy machte eine Pause, und Markus dachte schon sie wollte ihn nicht mehr fragen, dabei Interessierte es ihn doch so, aber schließlich fragte sie. "Markus willst du Nachwuchs haben?" Markus war nicht überrascht, an Cindys Verhalten hatte er sich das gedacht genauso wie das Thema schon lange offen war, und dann dieser Geruch. Aber sicher war sich Markus nicht, er wusste das sich Cindy nichts sehnlicheres wünschte, aber in der jetzigen Situation, mit den Wächtern und den anderen Gosrambo, zusätzlich hatten sie kämpfe zu erwarten. Wie gerne würde Markus Cindy so richtig rannehmen, doch er zögerte. Sein Zögern viel Cindy auf, und sie hackte nach. "Was ist mit deinem Versprechen?" "Cindy ich habe nichts vergessen und du weist das ich auch Junge haben will. Doch der..." Cindy brachte Markus völlig aus dem Konzept, sie hatte ihm am Hals herum geknabbert und jetzt lief sie lauernd um ihn herum. Ihr Duft umströmte ihn von neuem, und sie schien genau zu wissen dass er schwach wurde, wieder schob sich sein Glied weiter hervor.
Markus kämpfte gegen seinen Instinkt und musste die Augen schließen, er durfte nicht schwach werden, das würde alles gefährden, doch er wollte Cindy auch nicht verletzen. In seinem Körper tobte ein Kampf, und er zitterte leicht. Wenn er sagte das er das nicht wollte, was würde sie dann denken oder tun? Markus Atem ging schneller, und sein Herz raste als er die Augen aufmachte und Cindy anschaute. "Cindy... es tut mir leid ich kann diese Verantwortung noch nicht übernehmen, nicht in dieser Situation und in dieser Zeit. Es tut mir wirklich leid aber ich werde mein Versprechen halten." Cindy blieb stehen und musterte Markus entsetzt, Tränen schimmerten in ihren Augen. Markus wollte schon etwas erwidern, als sie ihn anfuhr. "Und wann soll das bitte sein?! Die nächsten tausend Jahre nicht?! Wie lange willst du kämpfen? Vielleicht wäre es besser gewesen wenn ich bei Shiro geblieben wäre!!" Cindy drehte sich um und rannte weg, Markus starrte ihr fassungslos hinterher. Ihre Worte taten ihm sehr weh, Markus wurde schlecht und eine tiefe Verzweiflung machte sich in dem Wolf breit, was hatte er nur gesagt. Sein Verstand sagte dass es richtig war doch seine Gefühle waren zutiefst verletzt, vor allem wegen dem letzten Satz. Markus schaute unentschlossen umher, er wollte nicht schwach werden, doch konnte er die Tränen nicht unterdrücken. Mit hängender Rute ging er langsam zurück zur Höhle, er wusste dass Cindy nicht dort war, sie war im Wald verschwunden. Als Markus in die Höhle kam, schauten ihn alle an, doch als sie seine Gestik bemerkten schwiegen sie und beachteten Markus nicht weiter, wofür er dankbar war. Er legte sich in eine Ecke und schloss die Augen, vielleicht hätte er nie zurückkommen sollen, tiefe Schuldgefühle quälten ihn, und selbst als er einschlief hatte er schreckliche Träume.
Der nächste morgen brach an, die anderen waren aus der Höhle gegangen um zu jagen und nach Cindy zu suchen die noch immer nicht da war. Markus war in der Höhle liegen geblieben, er hatte weder Hunger noch Durst. Seine Gedanken quälten ihn noch immer, doch das schlimmste war das er Cindy nicht spüren konnte, sie hatte ihren Geist vor ihm versperrt. Ein rascheln ertönte und Markus spürte das es Anira war die zurückkam. Sie blieb vor ihm stehen und schaute auf Markus hinab. "Markus was machst du nur aus dir? Du bist ein furchteinflößender Wolf, wenn du willst, aber jetzt bist du nichts. Willst du nicht mit raus gehen?" "Lass mich in Ruhe!" Markus drehte den Kopf weg und starrte die Höhlenwand an. Konnte sie ihn nicht einfach in Ruhe lassen? Anira ließ sich nicht wegschicken, sie setzte sich hin und meinte. "Es ist mir egal wie lange ich hier sitzen muss, ich gehe nicht eher als bis du mitgehst." "Los verschwinde!" Markus knurrte drohend, Anira seufzte und stand wieder auf. Sie ging zu ihm und stupste ihn am Kopf lieb an dann sagte sie. "Los komm zeig Cindy das du es ernst gemeint hast, den sie macht sich schwere Vorwürfe nicht gut genug für dich zu sein." Markus hob den Kopf und schaute Anira an, er hatte nicht gewusst dass sie so dachte. Anira merkte dass sie Markus Aufmerksamkeit hatte und setzte noch nach. "Los komm, sonst fühlt sie ihre Gefühle nur bestätigt, mach nicht kaputt was du nie verlieren willst." Anira schob Markus mit ihrem Kopf an und drückte ihm in die Seite bis dieser sich langsam erhob und mit hängendem Kopf vor ihr stand. "Los Kopf hoch, bist du jetzt der Leitwolf oder nicht? So sieht eine Ziege aus dir Gras frisst!" Markus konnte nicht anders, auch wenn er wütend sein wollte und schlechte Laune haben wollte musste er leicht grinsen. "Und jetzt komm endlich oder ich erzähle Cindy von unserem Abenteuer!" Anira grinste hinterlistig, Markus klappte der Mund auf und er zeigte ihr drohend die Zähne. "Das wagst du nicht!" "Wer weis, also los komm lieber mit!" "Ja ich komme." Anira nickte glücklich und trabte los, Markus schlich ihr hinterher. "Etwas schneller bitte!" Markus beschleunigte seinen Schritt, als er aus der Höhle kam blendete ihn erst einmal die Sonne bevor er wieder richtig sah. Anira ging schnurstracks in den Wald und Richtung Strand. Markus folgte ihr schweigend.
Bald spürte Markus die anderen und plötzlich fühlte er sich etwas komisch, aber eigentlich sollte er nicht aufgeregt sein. "Also Markus, sie sitzt am Wasser los geh zu ihr." Anira blieb am Rande des Waldes stehen und schaute hinaus, in diesem Moment kam Zehra zu ihnen. Sie stellte sich zu den anderen. "Wir werden euch alleine lassen und am Fluss nach Fischen jagen, und ich warne dich Markus pass auf was du sagst." Zehra fuhr ihre Krallen aus und legte sie kurz zwischen Markus Hinterläufe. Als Anira auch zu grinsen begann musste er schlucken, was hatten sie nur ausgemacht? Mit dieser Drohung nickte Zehra den anderen zu dann verschwanden die vier hinter Markus im dichten Unterholz. Markus zögert dennoch kurz, doch dann gab er sich einen Ruck und ging langsam auf Cindy zu. Er spürte den Sand wie er zwischen seinen Pfoten hindurch rieselte. Sein Herz hämmerte, und er überlegte fieberhaft was er sagen sollte. Als er fast bei Cindy war drehte sie sich zu ihm um, Markus war erstaunt wie rot ihre Augen waren und blieb stehen. Sie blickten sich starr in die Augen, jeder schien den anderen nur zu mustern, schließlich hielten es beide nicht mehr aus und gingen aufeinander zu. Cindy presste sich an Markus und er rieb seinen Kopf an ihrer Schulter. Bis er endlich einen Satz zustande brachte. "Cindy es tut mir leid, ich wollte nicht den Anschein erwecken das ich dich nicht mag, ich könnt ohne dich nicht leben." "Markus es tut mir auch leid, ich hätte mich meinen Gefühlen nicht so hingeben dürfen, ich weis das es so besser ist und wir warten sollten." Markus war sich nicht sicher aber Cindy schien zu schluchzen. Er selbst kämpfte wieder mit den Tränen, doch schaffte er dieses mal sie zu unterdrücken und er flüsterte Cindy ins Ohr. "Ich würde dich nie mit einer anderen eintauschen wollen, selbst wenn ich dafür sterben muss. Der Tod ist mir lieber wie dich zu verlieren." Cindy schleckte ihm über sein Gesicht. Ihren Geist hatte sie wieder geöffnet und so spürte Markus sie auch wieder. Die beiden bleiben noch eine Weile eng aneinander gekuschelt am Strand sitzen, nicht ahnend das Zehra sie beobachtet hatte. Sie drehte sich langsam im Gebüsch weg und dachte: Besser für dich Markus, ich hätte dich umgebracht, aber jetzt kann ich es den anderen sagen und spare mir diese Sauerei. Sie eilte zurück zum Fluss, wo die anderen schon einige Erfolge gehabt hatten. Die Fische hier waren nicht einfach zu fangen. "Und Zehra was ist passiert?" Alle drei kamen zu ihr und warteten darauf dass sie etwas sagte. "Sie haben sich wieder vertragen." "Na also ich wusste das es nicht anders geht, wer einmal seinen auserwählten Partner hat gibt ihn nie wieder her." Zehra zog eine Augenbraue hoch und schaute Taiato skeptisch an dann meinte sie gespielt schnippisch. "Ach und warum sieht man trotz dieser Situation das Markus Cindy wirklich liebt? Du zeigst es mir nicht oder selten, bin ich dir wohl zu alt?!" Taiato starrte sie einen Augenblick an dann ging er zu ihr und schleckte sie ab. "Besser?" "Hör auf mich nasszumachen!" Alle lachten, und Taiato sagte mit einem grinsen. "Siehst du, du willst es gar nicht, entweder Kitzel ich dich oder ich mach dich nass." Sie lachten wieder und Zehra schenkte Taiato einen verliebten Blick. Nachdem sie sich wieder beruhigt hatten beschlossen sie auf Markus und Cindy zu warten bevor sie weiter Fische fingen.
Die beiden hatten den Strand schon verlassen und waren im gemächlichen Tempo unterwegs zu den anderen. Als sie schließlich aus dem Gebüsch zum Bach traten und die anderen sahen war alles vergessen. Keiner dachte mehr daran. Markus spürte als Leitwolf zumindest von den Teranaren das sie das vereinbart hatten. Sie widmeten sich noch einmal dem Fischfang. Am Ende teilten sie alles auf, und Markus befand dass der Fisch doch eine leckere Abwechslung war. Da es diesen Zwischenfall gegeben hatte beschlossen sie noch eine Nacht auf der Insel zu verbringen, ehe sie zu den Nachtmahren aufbrechen würden.
Am Abend kehrten alle gut gelaunt zur Höhle zurück, nicht ahnend das ihnen eine böse Überraschung bevorstand. Zehra, Anira und Taiato waren schon zur Höhle vorgelaufen, als Markus im Geist plötzlich Angst und Verwirrung von den anderen spürte. *"Verdammt da stimmt etwas nicht!" Markus sprintete los, es war nicht weit zur Höhle, Cindy und Koschan folgten ihm, auch ihnen war es nicht entgangen, wobei Koschan wohl eher Anira gespürt hatte. Die drei stürmten in die Höhle hinein, ein fremder Geruch schlug ihnen in die Nase und sofort wusste Markus bescheid. Der Greif! Sie hörten eine Art Kreischen und drehten sich um, den Höhlenausgang versperrten fünf ausgewachsene Greife. Die Drei stellten sich eng zusammen und drohten. *"Warum habt ihr meinen Sohn Vertrieben und euch unsere Höhle genommen?!" Also war er doch nicht alleine gewesen, dachte sich Markus. Das würde eng für sie werden. *"Was habt ihr mit den anderen gemacht?!" "Du bist also der Anführer dieses kläglichen Haufens? Ich habe noch nie gehört das Gosrambo und Teranare miteinander kämpfen und leben. Aber es ist egal ihr werdet diese Insel nicht mehr lebend verlassen." Der Greif legte seinen Gefiederten Kopf zur Seite und seine Augen blitzen gefährlich. Auf ein Zeichen von ihm stürmten sie auf die drei zu. Markus wich dem ersten Schnabel aus und sprang einen anderen Greif an der wild mit den Flügeln schlug um Markus loszuwerden. Doch der Wolf war zu schwer und drückte den Greif zu Boden. Markus presste den Hals des Greifs mit einer Pfote auf den Boden. Fast hatte er es geschafft als er einen Schnabel in den Rücken bekam. Er brüllte auf und sprang auf die Seite. Die Schnäbel waren verdammt scharf.
Für Koschan sah es nicht gut aus, nur Cindy hielt sich tapfer. Markus Augen begannen wieder rot zu glühen, die Magie schoss durch seine Glieder und vertrieb jeglichen Schmerz. Er zeigte einem Greif vor sich seine Zähne, sie Augen böse zusammengekniffen ging er langsam auf den Greif zu. Dieser war augenscheinlich etwas überfordert und wich zurück. *"Ich werde euch eure Flügel brechen!" Markus stürmte auf den Greif zu und rammte ihn einfach nieder. Beide rollten ein Stück durch die Höhle, doch Markus war schneller und sprang auf einen Flügel des Greifs, dieser kreischte als es knackte. In diesem Moment hörte Markus ein Jaulen und sah im Augenwinkel das Cindy zu Boden ging, noch immer standen drei der Greife gegen ihn. Sie drängten Markus zurück zur Höhenwand und der Anführer sprach. *"Wir werden euch einen qualvollen Tod bereiten, aber davor will ich wissen warum ihr hier seid." Markus knurrte und meinte: "Wir sind auf dem Weg zu den Nachtmahren und dann wollen wir die Wächter vernichten!" Der Greif schaute erstaunt zu Markus und schien kurz nachzudenken. *"Ich spüre das du nicht lügst, aber trotzdem, ihr seid zu weit gegangen!" Mit diesen Worten bekam Markus einen heftigen Schlag ab, den er trotz der Magie nicht mehr abwehren konnte. Er sackte zusammen und blieb liegen. *"Gut schleift die drei auch zu dem Platz wo die anderen liegen."
Als Markus wieder zu sich kam war es kühl, er richtete sich leicht auf und stellte zu seinem Erstaunen fest das er am Strand lag. Um ihn herum die anderen, sie schienen noch weggetreten zu sein. Markus schaute als erstes nach Cindy, sie hatte noch eine Wunde am Bauch die Markus sauber leckte damit sie schneller verheilen konnte. Nach und nach wachten alle auf und ihnen wurde klar das die Greife sie besiegt hatten. *"Dieses verfluchte Federfie, am liebsten würde ich ihnen jede Feder einzeln herausreißen." "Beruhig dich Zehra es bringt nichts, wie viele waren es eigentlich?" "Wir wurden von mindestens 10 angegriffen und hatten keine Chance." Markus grummelte etwas, die Greife waren mehr gewesen zusätzlich waren sie getrennt gewesen, aber sie waren noch auf der Insel. *Gut sie haben uns am Leben gelassen, und ich gehe davon aus das sie uns beobachten. Da wir es mit ihnen nicht aufnehmen können und sie im Vorteil sind, da sie fliegen können sollen wir lieber zu den Nachtmahren aufbrechen." Es viel Markus schwer diese Niederlage hinzunehmen, aber was blieb ihnen anderes übrig. Die Stimmung war etwas bedrückt als sie schließlich mit den ersten Sonnenstrahlen aufbrachen.
Markus wollte mehrere Dinge von den Nachtmahren, er wusste dass sie mächtig waren, und vielleicht halfen sie ihm auch gegen die Wächter, warum sie ihr Tal aber noch nicht verlassen hatten war ihm ein Rätsel. "Werden sie uns dulden?" "Ja ich denke schon, denn ihr beide Helft uns schließlich auch." "Wir verlassen uns auf deine Worte Markus, denn uns können sie töten ohne Angst haben zu müssen." Markus verstand Koschan und Anira in der Hinsicht, sie als Gosrambo fürchteten die Nachtmahre, da sie nicht immun gegen sie waren und normalerweise Feinde waren. Sie gingen noch ein Stück am Strand entlang, nach Markus Einschätzung erreichten sie das Tal so innerhalb von einem Tag, vorausgesetzt sie mussten nicht zu lange schwimmen. Doch als sie noch ein Stück weiter gegangen waren sahen sie zu ihrer Freude dass es kaum 200 Meter zum Festland waren. Jetzt war sich Markus sicher dass sie es bis heute Abend schaffen konnten.
Fortsetzung folgt )
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Schattenwald Teil 1 Kap 22 by Schattendrache
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Text: Tia ate all of the balloons she had left over. Meanwhile, Carrie had deflated some and her head now stuck out from her body.
"I don't think that's a good idea." She said.
"You seemed to like it. I want to try." Tia replied. She looked down at her breasts. They were still normal. "C'mon!" she started bouncing them up and down with her hands. "Why isn't this working?"
Carrie noticed that a balloon laid on the floor by Tia. "You missed one by your feet." She said.
Tia picked the pink balloon up. "I ate as many as you did." She said. "I counted to make sure."
"Maybe you dropped one." She said. "Wait! Didn't we pop some balloons too?"
"Yeah, you're right. I hope popping one will make it work." Tia blew air into the balloon.
Carrie felt the tingle in her body again. "Hey, I'm getting bigger!" She called out to Tia.
The balloon looked like it was ready to pop. I'll just pop this before I see what Carrie wants. Tia thought. Her chest heaved out again and she blew more air into the large balloon, but this time, her chest bulged outward with the inflation
of the balloon.
Carrie's head was pulled back into her body. "Will you quit it before I pop?!" she said in a muffled voice.
Tia paid no attention. The balloon towered over her, and her breasts now stuck out to the balloon's size. She didn't even notice her breasts were inflating. With each breath, both Carrie and Tia were ballooning. Then the balloon was touching the ceiling of their apartment, and so was Carrie. Tia's breasts were wedged between the floor and the balloon.
BANG
The balloon exploded in shards of rubber.
"Well I- What the-" Tia started but was then interupeted by two more BANGs. When they opened their eyes, their apartment was full of gigantic, colorful balloons. They each were laying one two.
"Well that was a trip!" Carrie said feeling her body.
"I guess we popped." Tia giggled squeezing one of the balloons she laid on.
Then Carrie hiccuped. A red balloon started inflating from her mouth. Tia gasped and then a blue one started from her mouth. As they breathed, the balloons inflated, and so did their breasts (again(.
As their breasts quickly expanded along with the balloons, the balloons they laid on untied themselves, and stuck their mouths up their butt. Now their breasts were expanding twice as fast! Their breasts combined both ballooned up to fill the apartment. Then the balloons popped and their breasts did too. And then they realized that the room was full of balloons again. Carrie hiccuped again and another balloon came from her mouth.
"Oh no!" Tia screamed. They knew that the inflating wouldn't quit until they popped all the balloons they ate.
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Preface: Please be advised: the following material is erotic fiction. Under 18 is not legally permitted to view this. My work contains furries, offensive language, and homosexuality. Please enjoy and leave helpful comments!
Chapter 7: What you don't know...
Tobias's head connected with the floor in a dull thunk as he fell off the couch. Sweating and gasping he lay there as hot tears burned his face and eyes. Images drifted and swam before his vision. Shaking he curled up to cry, the apartment sat empty and uncaring.
Blake ran his left paw through his fur on his head, smoothing it back and sighing. Even in the bedroom he could hear the cranking of the garage door opening. Raymond sat the table, bleary eyed and dizzy. The husky scratched his head delicately, his headache was hurting like a motherfucker and he couldn't remember why? What the fuck happened? And his ass hurt too damnit! Norma walked in with a bag under one arm and her purse in the other. She put her car keys on the shelf above her desk and as she reached she unknowingly presented a good side view of her breasts to Blake, who was looking at his feet in a daze. The wolf's muscled shoulders shook slightly and he turned his gaze to Norma (Fuck her. Yeah, fuck her and forget it. That, it was the booze. It didn't happen) and ran his eyes up and down her body. Raymond got up and fled to the toilet as he felt a wave of nauesua strike and his headache grew worse. Blake pulled Norma into a kiss and led her into the bedroom. Ray leaned against the wall and stumbled forward. He collapsed onto a loveseat. The dull barks and moans of his mother and her boyfriend's love making eminated from the closed doors. Turning the other way the husky nodded off again.
Mort showered and dressed again. He looked at shower room and felt his heart rate increase. Smiling, he left, feeling a sense of invulnerability. The clouds had gathered again and more rain looked apparent. The tiger shook his head and drove off for his house.
Justin sat on a couch in the TV room. The screen on the wall buzzed quietly with news and recent events. The Lab's attention floated off elsewhere, the tiger was good but a bit big to dominate. The leash would serve well next time. Justin looked out the window as rain pittered against it. Maybe that fox with the cute face, yeah, he would do well. The rain came down in sheets, the howling wind drowned out the television.
Tobias slowly came to. His head ached and it felt like his heart was full of ice and glass. He pulled himself into a sitting position and he wished Mort hadn't left yesterday. He climbed back onto the couch but the tiger smell was gone. Feeling abandoned Tobias lay there, tears slowly gliding down his muzzle. Night fell fast and a dark cover shrouded StonePier.
Dawn broke in the warm summer air and Mort watched the shadows dance across the ceiling in his bedroom, the rising sun made them move in complex patterns and rythms. He closed his eyes and savored the memory of Justin's mouth (Tobias?) but he opened his eyes suddenly as the wolf floated into his mind. Something, something he couldn't place pulled at him. The wolf, felt?, right. He shook his head. He and Justin (We are something aren't we?) we already committed in a way. Mort wasn't a man whore, he'd be faithful to the Lab. Turning over to look at his dresser the tiger pondered the day. He had to start reading or he'd never finish the books in time for class in August.
Norma slept peacefully and her gentle breathing reflected off the walls. Blake watched her, her shoulders rose with each breath and she leaned against him, her legs wrapped around him and holding on. The sex had been fine but it (wasn't Raymond) wasn't (Fuck it shut the fuck up) wasn't something. The sleeping female mumbled in her sleep and moved her paw down Blake massive chest. The tormented wolf closed his eyes and watched light shift behind his lids. He tried to push everything from his mind.
Justin picked himself up and out of bed, after a quick shower he slipped down the stairs in a blue mesh sleeveless shirt, his ripped arms bunching and uncurling as he moved, and some tight shorts. The sun lit up the street and the Lab sauntered out. A gentle breeze shuffled his fur as he headed for the park, the morning smelled like grass and rain. Justin sat down on a park bench, he watched the scenery. As the minutes sluggishly moved passed furs walked by and by, absorbed in their lives Justin watched them with a certain loathing. Their existences were so, meaningless. Leaning back and staring up to the powder blue sky Justin felt a strong sense of superiority. Around noon a sleek fox sat down next him. "Glad you could make it Evan" "Anything for my favorite puppy" The fox ran his paw over Justin's thigh and the Lab felt his cock wake up. 'Not here" he growled "Where did you park?" "Over there, by the deli and the old lot" Justin smiled, he had needs, and they would be fuffilled. The two furs walked over nonchalantly and got into the fox's SUV. The windows were tinted dark to the point they were pitch black. Once inside and the doors locked Justin attacked the fox. Pinning the smaller canine to the floor of the car in the back Justin licked up the fox's neck. Evan growled low and unbuttoned the Lab's pants. He ran his hands up the mesh shirt, Justin's muscles glided beneath the fabric like snakes in a coil. The fox hooked his claws under the mesh shirt and pulled it off. Justin's broad chest loomed above him and the smooth abs with perfect definition clenched. Justin relived Evan of his t-shirt and pants and ran his tongue over the fox's chest. Evan growled and licked Justin's nipples with long wet strokes. The dog leaned back and tried not to bark. Evan sucked hard and then released the flesh with a moist pop. Each time Justin moaned and Evan switched nipples. Then the fox began licking the soft chest fur. He worked his way down Justin's stomach, drawing his tongue in even lines over the fur and muscles. Evan put one o the floor for balance and with the other, in a teasingly slow manner, pulled down Justin's boxers. He was rewarded with the Lab's hard on, a sheen of pre cum giving it the perfect coating. Evan licked up the shaft, cleaning the dripping member as doggie jizz continue to seep. The fox gripped Justin's manhood then forced it down his throat. The Labrador moaned softly as hot fox saliva bathed his aching cock. Evan bobbed his head up and down the red surface, Justin scratched behind the smaller canine's ears in a loving way. Abruptly Justin pulled out and pushed the fox back and down. He pulled his lover's hips up and, with only spit, thrust forward. Evan yipped but Justin held his jaws together and kissed the fox's neck. "Shhh, this is gonna feel good." Justin's swelling knot made it complicated to fuck the small ass but after securing a hold on the floor, Justin hilted himself with one good buck. The fox's warm insides moved and slid over Justin's organ. The Lab ran his tongue over Evan's neck and gently pawed his lover's cock. The stiff fox shaft smeared clear pre over both of them and Justin shifted as best he could inside Evan. Choking down a yelp of pleasure, Evan came in Justin's paw and hot rivers of fox spunk slid between his fingers. Holding up the white covered paw to Evan's mouth, the fox obediently ate his cum, licking and sucking the digits erotically. With the fox's hot maw lapping at his paw and steamy guts devouring his meat, Justin orgasmed hard and bit down on the fox's shoulder to keep from screaming. Burning puddles of doggie seed pumped into the fox's ass and slicks of gooey fun trickled out Evan's stuffed tail hole. Panting heavily into the fox's ear Justin closed his eyes and the sound of pumping blood echoed in his mind as he came down from his climax. Evan kissed the Lab gently and his tongue snuck into his lover's mouth. Justin kissed Evan back, the taste of warm fox cum sweetening their embrace.
After almost 3 hours of reading Mort's eyes ached. He tossed the paperback onto his desk and left his room stretching his back and clearing the stairs in one jump. The crash his landing made caused his mom leap off the couch in shock. "Uh, sorry." The exhausted tigress scowled then fell back asleep. Mort picked his keys off the table. Tobias stepped back into his thoughts. Mort leaned against the door and stared out through the glass, summer lay before him, distant clouds rose and time seemed to be distorted and out of joint. The sunbeams played across his fur and the city lumbered through the day.
Another chapter has closed. Sorry if it lacks some of the force of earlier ones, I have allergies and I'm coughing and sneezing. That puts a damper on my writing. Summer is gonna bring fun times (pool parties!) keep watching :D
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Chapter 7: What you don't know... by TheFurryAngel
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Text: Jenny ran in the door to her room, shut it, and locked it. She was over- excited and couldn't wait to try her new bra out. She pulled a small box out of her purse and threw it on the bed. She then pulled her shirt off over her B-Cup breasts and long black hair. She than undid her bra and threw it across the room. Her breasts bounced a little as she opened the box and sat down on the bed. Inside was a light blue bra covered by balloons.
Jenny has always loved balloons. She likes to blow them up, pop them, stick them in her shirt over her breasts, or just bounce on them.
She giggled and pulled it out. Under it was a beige colored bra and a instruction card. She read the card. It said: 1: Put the beige colored bra on first. She took it out and placed it on. She snapped it in the back and then looked back at the card. 2: Put the balloon bra on. She grabbed the bra and she was about to put it on when she noticed the beige bra had disappeared. She felt her breasts and noticed that they seemed a little rubbery than before.
"Must've just blended in with my breasts." She said to herself snapping the bra on.
The bra fit her chest perfectly. Back to the card. 3: Attach air pump to the nozzle on the back of the bra (Have a couple of extra balloons ready in case if one pops. Jenny reached under her bed and brought out a bag of Extra Large Balloons. She took out a red one and blew it up till it was 18". She hugged the red balloon and BANG! It popped. Knowing this, she went to her closet and brought out her air pump. She connected it and turned it on. She looked down to see the balloons on the bra inflating. She went back to the card. 4: Popping will not harm the breasts. And it said no more.
"Popping the balloons wouldn't hurt them anyway." She said.
She then watched the balloons on her bra expand until she thought they were big enough. She turned the compressor and went over to her mirror. She was delighted that she actually was wearing balloons. She even felt like she had air in her chest. Then she noticed that the balloons looked a little smaller than before.
"Must be a leak." She said gently putting her arms around them.
Now she heard a sound like a hiss. No. More of a hiss like when you blow up a balloon. She looked down again to see that her breasts were expanding as the balloons were deflating.
Her eyes grew wide as she watched her B-Cup breasts turn into over-inflated basketballs. The balloons were empty and she squeezed them to make sure. She giggled at the fact that now she had her dream: Huge tits! She laid down on the bed and took off the bra. Her breasts were real all right. Her breasts felt rubbery and gave a faint squeek at she rubbed them. She flipped herself over and bounced on them a bit. She laughed as her tits bounced her on the bed. She stopped and started inspectng the balloon bra. She turned it over and saw a plastic piece where her nipples fit in.
Then Jenny got an idea. She reconnected the pump and turned it on. The bra's balloons again inflated. She disconnected and put a finger over on of the holes to see if she was right. The balloons deflated and she felt a stream of air come through the holes.
"That's why." She said in amazement. "Wonder how big they could get." She placed the bra on and pumped the balloons back up. She disconnected it and waited for something to happen. But nothing did. She pumped up the balloons more, but they all popped scattering colored rubber all around her room.
She thought for a minute and then her nipples popped out. She got an idea. Jenny took the bra off and placed the hose to her right nipple. She turned it on and the breast swelled up to twice it's size, then it stopped. She didn't know why, but it felt really good. She placed it in her other and did the same until it stopped. She squeezed them and giggled again. She never felt this good in her life. Now she felt like popping them. It wouldn't inflate any more through the nipple, so she placed it in her mouth, turned it on, and inhaled. Instantly instead of her breasts getting larger, her belly bulged out expanding to the point where it was the same size as her breasts. Then she felt vibrating. She wanted more air. And she felt that they were gonna pop when she started rising from her seat. She looked behind to see that her butt was inflating too. She managed to take her jeans off before they grew too big. She then pulled her panties down under her inflating ass. They too reached the size as the others. She then closed her eyes as they became a little transparent. Then BANG. She opened her eyes and couldn't believe what she saw. Her belly button popped out and was also inflating. She looked up at her breasts and saw that her nipples were ballooning up as well. She then felt the vibrations again and then she heard a soft pop.
She opened her eyes to see that her body was normal again. She looked around and saw no sign of the popped breasts or belly or her butt. She put the balloons back on the bra and proceeded to do it again.
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NoteThere will be a pic that will go along with this story. I'm still waiting for it to be drawn. I cannot draw my way out of a paper bag. The unnamed female in this story is again my own fursona, Kage. She is once again being used, but trust me, she likes it. Hope you like it.
Jeric easily overpowered her. He was strong for a cat, his small frame belied his strength. He pinned her to the floor and shredded her clothes with his claws. Her gorgeous nude form caused a slight tug in his own clothing. With a quick flick of his claws, his own pants were undone and soon off of him.
He ran his hands over her soft form. Though he had known her for ages, she had never ceased to amaze him. Her reddish orange fur clashed violently with his own black coat. The black stripes that flashed across her body offset her cream colored belly and neck in a most dazzling way. But what had always held the most fascination for him, were her eyes. A brilliant green that shown the way no jewel could.
Though she fought him still, Jeric moved his hand to her navel. He toyed with it for a moment before moving to his true target. She quickly clenched her legs together to block his entry. With very little effort, he pried them apart and held them open with his legs.
He then slid his fingers ever so gently along the folds of her delicate sex. He reveled in the soft sounds she made when he caressed her sweet spot. She could not supress a moan of pure ecstasy as she tried desperatly to avoid his pleasurable fingers.
Jeric leaned down to take one of her soft breasts into his mouth. He began a gentle suckle on her nipple as he slid his fingers into her. The suckling coupled with the penetration sent her into a series of soft moans. He could tell, despite their unplanned pairing, that she was enjoying his touch.
Though her soft moans brought him to an almost unbearble state, he had to silence her for their coupling. Her screams would attract unwanted attention. Jeric swished his tail around and, with some gentle coaxing, pushed it into her mouth. That would stifle most of her sounds.
Unable to resist the call of her slick sex any longer, he placed himself between her legs. Though he longed to drive himself into her, he eased himself in slowly. Her soft lips parted and the tip of his member met her opening. Jeric smiled as the heat of her womanhood warmed his stiff cock. Inch by pleasurable inch, he filled her with himself. When he had full hilted her, he paused to savor the feeling of her warmth wrapped snugly around him.
She truly was lovely. Even now, in this moment, she was as beautiful as she had ever been. Jeric allowed her hips to settle around his manhood before beginning a slow yet firm pace. Each withdrawl and reentry brought with it a sensation just as pleasing as the one before. He longed to stay like this forever, an eternity of ecstasy.
Jeric placed his hands over her bouncing breasts and gently scritched them with his claws. Using his new hand holds to steady her, he increased his pace. Each thrust sent shudders of pleasure down her small frame and she rewarded his efforts with her stifled moaning. These sounds made him yearn for more. Harder he fucked her and still it was not enough. Now every thrust was punctuated with a moan.
Jeric released his hold on her breasts and gripped her hips. He began to shove her down onto him when he drove himself into her. He longed to release himself inside her, but was not ready for it to end. He slowed his pace slightly, and prepared for a new position.
With a few deft movements, he had pulled her up on top of him. He removed his tail from her mouth, quite certain she was beyond screaming. As she rode his throbbing cock, he buried his face in her pert breasts, licking and sucking when he could. With his hands still guiding her hips, he allowed her to fall into her own steady rythm. He smiled as he realized that she too wanted release.
Careful not to disrupt her, he began flexing his claws into her hips. A low purring erupted from deep inside him. Her loud moans soon drowned it out, however, along with the sounds of their moist flesh meeting with each bounce. Again, a knot of unreleased seed began to build up inside of him. Sure that she too must be close, he gripped her hips hard. He increased their pace as he fought to purge himself inside of her.
Jeric bit his lip and bowed his head, all his concentration on his climax. With a few final bounces from his lover, he gave into his desires. With a loud moan, he released his seed deep inside her. As soon as his wet juices began to flow into of her, she too hit her own climax. The air became thick with the pungent odor of their mating.
Panting heavily, he allowed her to dismount. She lay flat on her back, her narrow chest rising swiftly. Jeric lay down beside her, unsure of what to do now. Theirs had not been a friendly encounter. He glanced to see how she felt about the events that had just occured. A rush of relief hit him, as she had fallen asleep.
At least for now, Jeric would not have to deal with what he had just done.
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She Will Be Mine by Kage Ragnorok
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*Civilization Takes Another Hit.*
A low voice came over the uplink. "We're vertical in 30. 29. 28." It continued to count down.
"You know your rolls, stick to 'em, and we'll be in Vassail having a few in no time." A new voice said. This one not so low, as to be heard over the count down.
A few tense moments passed, then, "3. 2. 1. NOW, NOW, NOW!"
The world flipped around, spinning faster and faster. Suddenly, no movement. A few bodies jerked a bit, but training kicked in and stopped their automatic surge to right themselves.
"I want complete silence. No alarms, no fuck ups." The first voice said. It wasn't harsh, more of a soothing tone, meant to relax nerves.
The body slowly rolled over the ground, as iff possesed my some otherworldy entity. As it rolled next to the tense team members in cover, it sat bolt upright. The head lolled as if dislocated, maybe broken, the jaw slack and drooling copiusly. The limbs hung limply, slapping itself in a dead sway.
"Uh... Sir... we've got something you might want to see..." A youg voice said over the link.
"What the...?" Came the reply.
Suddenly, quite horrificly, the eyes shot open. They seemed to posses a freakish hatred, or some sort of burning rage. It was hard to tell as the attention was immediatly brought to the arms. They had wrapped around itself, and were squeezing. Liquid was flowing from around the arms, as if it was crushing itself. As if to prove this point, the body broke inwards. The nearest person vomited into his faceplate, the splatter quite clear,, and some other gagged, repulsed by the sight.
Immediatly huge flood lights bloomed on.
Some static pricked over a megacom, quickly followed by a pissed off sounding voice. "Tango Team, you are dead. Please report immediatly to Lord Satan, and request further training in anti-interdictor measures."
Groans were heard from the team as they picked themselves up and out of the small ditch.
The body stood up, unwrapping itself, joints popping back into places. The face gave a smile, and a wink. "Hope I didn't scare you TOO bad... Eghehgheghegh..." Its laugh slurred around the slobber.
"God, gunny, it just ain't *natural*!"
"And what, you think this is Bad? You've yet to See Bad. Gunny Jimmerson's Seen Bad, and let me tell you. It is Bad. That was just an interdictor. Had he popped in real life, there would be a 32 foot radius of blood fire. Cleaning a faceplate would have been the least of your worries."
"I wish Demons played fair..." Came a whiny, out of character voice.
"They do, we just suck at the game!" Returned the customary reply.
"There were a few half hearted chuckles as they rounded up for
It was true. The VigConcTimp ahd been training recruits in the way of Demon tactics for years. The Demons didn't change tactics, because, frankly, they didn't need to. Why fix what was so broken almost nothing but the insain could resist it? The VCT had early on, fortunately enough for just about all living things under its protection, realised this very fact. It also closely guarded it. Pictures leaking were bad enough, if this got out?
Utter anarchy.
No one wanted to know that their only defense were the utterly mad.
The Demons weren't actually spiritual phenomena. In fact, they were far from it. About 32 years prior to the apocolyptic destruction of Terra, a virul infection was found deep in Atlantic Ocean the crystalized in a secluded salt-stym. Obviously, governments had tried to immediately jump on it. Nations fell in less than a week. Mass hysteria, destruction, you name it, the whole she-bang.
A small, and just emerging Bio-Tech company found a temporary retardent. It worked, in the beginning. Unfortunately, the virus seized it and became stronger, eventually forming an almost pseudo-sentience. It didn't talk, didn't feel. It didn't even have instincts, as far as the egg-heads could figure out. They just killed and killed and killed. And through killing, they replicated.
The virus, much like a nightmare, started out normal enough. Coughing, sneezing, runny nose, stomach and head aches. Eventually leading to cancer like symptoms and eventually death. But then, again like a nightmare, things turned real bad, real fast. Reanimation followed by accelerated growth in hair, nails, bone, skin, you name it. The person's image fluxuated rapidly, quickly becoming less than.
At first the subject was confused. Compliant to simple commands. But then something close to rage settled in. It was subtle, at first. But the more change the body went through, the worse it got.
Many Earth based scientists theorised that this was caused by a microrganism that lived in the human spleen, reacting to the virus, but any records and/or tests were quickly lost in the soon to come chaos.
I sincerely hope you enjoy that epic cliffhanger I just handed you. Maybe I'll continue to edit, revise, "ad moar" as it were. What will happen in the story? Who knows? You tell me, and we'll see.
I will be honest though, this was a bit shorter than I had in mind. Like, way shorter... I will come back, though. I promise.
*Go check out my other works if these stories of different interests entertain you!*
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Civilization Takes Another Hit. by Anatomically Incorect
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Text: The place: Rigemore High School
The time: About noon
The mood: Boring
Dan Olan looked up from his comic book as the class president (Paul Unkin)
came over to him during study hall.
"What's up Paul?" Dan asked.
"Remember you wanted to help with the Prom?" Paul said. "We just picked the committees."
"Yeah? What committee am I on?"
"Let me see " Paul brought out a list of names and ran his name down to Dan.
"Dan Olan Decoration committee chairman." Paul said.
"Sounds good. Who else is chairing the committee?"
Paul looked at the list again.
"Debbie Ragner."
"Wow!" Dan exclaimed.
Debbie Ragner was a beautiful senior with jet black hair and an extremly well proportioned body.
"Yup. You're one lucky dog." Paul said. "The decorating starts after-school today.
Make sure to be there so you get your prom ticket discount."
"You can count on me." Dan said and returned to his comic.
That afternoon
Rigemore High Gymnasium
Debbie and Dan organized the people on who would do what, and they got right to work.
"This is great!" He told Debbie. "For once, we seniors are finally getting respect from the other grades."
Dan stared at her chest every moment that Debbie wasn't looking at him.
"Uh-huh." Debbie yawned. "I want to do something."
Dan looked puzzled.
"Why? All's we have to do is make sure everything is running smoothly and efficiently."
"We should help out." Debbie said.
"Aww come on " Dan said, but Debbie walked over to the few guys blowing up balloons.
The guys over there started whispering to each other.
"Psst! Check out those balloons!" One said.
"Ha! We should hang her up!"
As they chuckled to themselves. Debbie grabbed a red balloon from the bag. Dan came over to stare at her breasts some more. He watched slack-jawed as her huge chest rose and fell with each breath. A puddle of drool even started to appear on the floor.
Then, something made him close his mouth. He saw that her chest seemed to be growing.
He rubbed his eyes and watched again. Yep. He was right. Her chest was rising with the
inflation of the balloon. The balloon was about 6", but her bust looked about 20". It was stretching her button shirt out.
Suddenly she stopped, and Dan looked up just as Debbie turned her head toward him.
"Is this big enough?" She asked.
Dan smiled. "No. Keep blowing."
She resumed blowing into the balloon. Her chest now expanding to the shirt's limits. The balloon was now 12" and her bust at about 30".
"Big enough?" She asked.
"Nope." Dan replied.
She blew more into the balloon. Her buttons on her shirt ripped off exposing her stretched out bra holding her ballooning chest. Dan looked around and saw that no one else even cared that there was a girl's breasts inflating.
Then there was a rip and Debbie's bra had ripped open. The balloon was almost full and her chest seem the same way.
"Big enough?" She asked again.
"Not yet."
Again, she blew into the balloon. The balloon was full and the nozzle/mouth end was starting to inflate. Meanwhile, her nipples popped out and started bulging out like the balloon's nozzle. Dan could see right through the balloon and he could also see right through her bust.
"Keep going." He said. He was anxious to see what would happen.
Debbie stopped.
"Wasn't I supposed to put helium in this?" She asked and let the air out of the balloon. Her chest remained the same size though. She attached the balloon to the helium tank and turned it on. Her bust expanded even further and started rising into the air. Then, they were so big she just lifted off the ground. She was being pulled up by her gigantic tits. They kept getting bigger, and soon she hit the ceiling. Meanwhile, the balloon on the tank reached its capacity, and it popped with a loud BANG!
Then Dan looked up and saw Debbie's breasts POP and she fell onto him. She stood up and brushed herself off. Dan saw that her clothes and chest
were back to normal.
"A little too much I guess." Debbie said.
Dan wondered what that was all about. She acted like nothing even happened. About an hour later the gym was done and everyone else had left. Dan and Debbie stayed behind to finish locking up.
Debbie walked over to Dan.
"Dan I have some more balloons for you to blow up." She said.
"Huh?" He asked.
She unbuttoned her shirt and snapped open her bra. Where her breasts were, there were two small bulges.
"Two little pink balloons." She said.
"Wha?" Dan gulped.
She wrapped her arms around him and put her mouth real close to his.
"You know what I want " She said.
Dan unzipped his pants. Debbie gave him a light slap.
"No. Not that."
He pulled his pants up and then he understood. He placed his mouth over hers, and he blew hard. Her bulges on her chest slowly expanded like balloons. He felt her balloon-breasts against his body and they felt like rubber. They were about the size they started out as before they were just little bulges.
She pulled her mouth away for a sec and yelled, "Blow me up more!"
He blew more and her bust started pushing his body away from hers. Then they were about 50" and he couldn't reach her mouth.
"I might as well tell you." She said. "I'm really a 'Blow-up Doll'. No one >understands me or can see my inflation but you."
"Really? Woah." Dan said amazed.
"Now, make me a balloon!" She said, and laid down.
Dan went to her mouth and continued blowing. Her bust rounded out and her belly started to bulge through her shirt. Her ass ripped through her pants. Her balloon-parts (Breasts, belly, and buttocks) grew to huge proportions and met, making her a round, ink ball with arms, legs, and a head.
Dan backed away from her.
"Now for me to return to normal size." She said.
Dan saw her expand even more, taking up her limbs and head. Then there was a huge POP! And she was standing next to him.
"Thanks for the blow-up job boy." She said and walked off, inflating her butt slowly under her pants.
Dan, still confused, remained in the gym for 10 minutes after she left still thinking about what just happened.
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And endless expanse of ever shifting sands. A wasteland that tests the endurance of even the mightiest warriors.
Great sand dunes that stretch up into the sky like great mountains marking the way for those foolish enough to wander the great desert roads.
Ancient monsters of old roam the desert highways. Their fangs and scales flashing a dire warning to any who would dare to cross their path.
Slaves bow under whips and claws of masters who know nothing of mercy or kindness.
Peace has no place in the sandy stretches of Khval. For here only the strong survive while the weak live as slaves underneath the oppressive weight of their pride and arrogance.
One of the greatest empire's in the world rises up from the sandy dunes of the great desert.
It gleams like the finest gold but underneath it lies the strength of diamonds.
It is the greatest jewel of the desert and home to only the fiercest of creatures.
From those who sit atop as masters to those who slave away as servants.
Every corner hides a secret and ever secret whispered in your ears could quickly be followed by the taste of a blade against your skin.
But all the great reptiles of old and all the pompous rulers pale in comparison to the king.
An emperor with scales that gleam like golden honey. Rainbows dance across his hide as the shifting sands play in the beauty of his face.
Elegance proceeds his every word and every footstep he makes. Such rare perfection that hides the most wicked of hearts.
Do not be fooled by the great emperor who keeps the jewel of the desert under his claws.
Do not be swayed by the silken words that fall from his tongue like the sweetest fruit.
Do not be taken in by eyes that stare into the depths of your soul.
For the finest beauty among all the dragons is countered by a wickedness that knows no bounds.
With a simple wave of his claws the sand shifts in whatever direction he desires.
His silver tongue spills forth only evil and hate. His eyes lust only for power.
Scales that gleam like jewels hide poison that burns like acid.
He is more then just the ruler of the desert. He is the desert itself. He is the sand shifting in the wind. The towering mountains looming like mighty towers over barren wasteland roads.
He is a shape-shifter of sand who can take on the appearance of any dragon he so desires.
He is one of the supreme and his is the Empire of Sand.
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Empire of Sand by ShingetsuMoon
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The title of this article is a bit deceptive. Writing is an art form, a gift, that you either are born with or not. Of course, even if you are, you must still polish that gift. Learn your craft. And practice it.
Practicing the craft of writing is what this article is really all about. Making time for writing in a world where people are constantly rushing...towards their deaths. Where there simply are not enough hours in day...days in the week. It is task that I have struggled with for thirty plus years.
I have wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. The one time I got into serious trouble at school was because I was writing a fairy tale for my baby cousin...in math class. In high school, I took Creative Writing class...twice. And I even placed in a regional poetry contest. But then life...two marriages and six children happened. And writing got put on hold. But writing is something that kept raising its head and just would not die.
Then in fall of 2011, I had to take my young daughter out of school for health reasons. I became a full-time homeschool mom and carer for a special needs child. It is exhausting work in itself. But I did not want to give up work (and independence) completely. So I decided that with the advent of e-readers and the explosion in self-publishing that I would give this writing dream a real go.
This article shares with you some habits that I have learned in the past six months, work habits that can take your writing from an occasional hobby to a career.
1) Treat it like a job.
I am lucky, besides caring and educating my daughter, writing is my job. But for many of you, this simply is not possible in the short term. See it instead as a part-time job. But it is important that you still see it as a JOB.
Why you ask? Because you do not blow off your jobs. Jobs, even part-time ones, are not something that you do when you feel like it...and don't do when you don't. A job is something that you show up to...because you made a commitment.
Of course this is not to say that sometimes you do not miss work. We all have sick days. We may even take 'mental health days.' But with a job, you think carefully about calling in. It is not something you do lightly.
So begin right now. Make that commitment. Become a writer.
2) Make a schedule.
Most jobs have scheduled hours, even part time ones. You know in advance how many hours you are working and when. Of course, as with most part-time jobs, you have some control of this. You decide when you are available.
So sit down with your day planner or whatever you use (even if that is just kept in your head) and decide what your available working hours are for your new job.
Be realistic though. Do not try to cram too many hours of writing into an already full schedule. Because if you do, then you will end up feeling stressed and not keep your commitment...basically you'll quit your new job without giving it a real chance.
3) Consider how you work best.
Writing is perhaps one of the hardest jobs there are. There is very little more frightening than to stare at a bright white, blank screen. You know you are supposed to fill it with your brilliance but staring at that emptiness is daunting.
For me, I am a morning person. I am lucky too that most mornings my daughter likes to sleep in. So I set my alarm clock and get up two to three hours before she does. Which leads me into my next point...
4) Consider your work environment.
I need quiet...and clean/organization. With my daughter in bed, it is easy to get that first one. But after a long day of writing and homeschooling, I often lack the energy to clean up the house before I fall into bed at night. So I moved my office/work into the spare bedroom...that rarely gets used and is never messy. What do you need to work your best? Where?
5) Invest in your tools.
What tools could you possibly need to be a writer? Well, the obvious one is your computer and the software that allows you to process your words into sentences and stories. Or perhaps you may be the pen and paper type. But increasingly there are tools that allow writers to take their craft on the road. Tablets and smart phones can add hours to your writing time if you know how to use them.
Which is to say...that your tools can also be your knowledge/continuing education. Taking classes in writing, graphic design, computer technology and even time management/organization can help you to maximize your potential in this part-time job.
I have an odd tool as well...a cup of hot, black coffee with extra sugar. It gets my muse up and going each morning. She sometimes requires three, four or even more of them. Other writers speak adoringly of chocolate. What might you do to feed your muse?
But the most important thing of all is to just do it. Take that plunge, that leap of faith and decide that you are a writer. Use the suggestions here as a starting point. Then develop your own (and please share them with me...I am always interested in learning new ideas). But as the saying goes...
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Unruhig schaute ich mich um. In der Ferne spie ein Vulkan seinen giftigen Atem in den Himmel und die Sonne schickte sich an bald hinter dem Horizont zu verschwinden. Der Sand unter meinen Pfoten war hellbraun, staubtrocken und sehr fein. Bei jedem Schritt schien ich mehrere Zentimeter tief einzusinken. Jede Bewegung wurde zur Last.
Tage war ich gewandert, hatte mir keine Pause gegönnt, war beseelt von dem Wunsch meinem Clan endlich wieder ausreichend Nahrung bieten zu können. Ich hatte das Gebiet der "gestreiften Langsäbel" verlassen, war dem Fluss stromabwärts gefolgt und stand nun hier. Ich war in einem fremden Revier, ich war eingedrungen und die relativ frischen Duftmarken sowie auffällig gesetzte Kratzspuren zeigten mir, dass die Jäger des fremden Clans nicht weit weg sein konnten.
Ich seufzte leise und schaute mich um.
"Was würde passieren, wenn mich die Anderen hier anträfen?', dachte ich. Viele meines Clans versicherten mir immer wieder, dass ich ein wirklich gut aussehendes Männchen wäre, was gut möglich war, aber bei meinem Eindringen kaum interessieren dürfte. Vor allem gab es eine quälende Frage. Wer waren die Besitzer des Reviers? Waren es auch Gestreifte, waren es Langsäbel oder waren es Reingelbe? Sollten es Gestreifte oder Langsäbel sein, dann waren die Probleme kleiner als befürchtet. Sollten es aber Reingelbe sein, dann wäre ich verloren. Die Reingelben hatten den Langsäbeln und den Gestreiften den Krieg erklärt und als gestreifter Langsäbel einte ich nun alles in mir, was die Reingelben hassten.
Es war weit und breit niemand zu sehen.
Ich überlegte, wohin ich mich wenden sollte und drehte mich schließlich in Richtung eines nahen Waldes. Wenige Minuten später hatte mich das dichte Grün verschlungen. Ich wühlte mich förmlich durch den dichten, meterhohen Farn und umging die Stämme der großen Mammutbäume.' 'Mammutbäume? Mammutfleisch? Was für zauberhafte Worte', ging es mir durch den Sinn. Ableger von Schachtelhalmen und ausladende Fächer von Zedern schlugen mir auf die Nase, gegen die Arme und die Beine. Als ich auf einen Ast trat, schnellte dieser hoch und traf mich an empfindlicher Stelle. Für wenige Minuten musste ich nach Luft ringen und die Zähne zusammenbeißen, um nicht auch noch den restlichen Atem bei einem schmerzerfüllten Aufbrüllen zu verschwenden. Als ich wieder bei Sinnen war, setzte ich meinen Weg fort und kam bei Beginn des Abendrotes an einen kleinen See. Ich beugte mich über die Wasseroberfläche und betrachtete mein Spiegelbild im letzten Licht der untergehenden Sonne.
Mein Name war Belenes und ich war eine Säbelzahnkatze. Ich gehörte zu einer Unterart die ein gestreiftes Fell und überragend lange Säbelzähne hatte. Wie alle Säbelzahntiger in der bekannten Welt ging auch ich aufrecht, konnte sprechen, schreiben und zeichnen. Vor Urzeiten gab es nur Reingelbe und keine Gestreiften. Die Reingelben waren keine Anthros, sondern Vierpfotler mit den gleichen Begabungen wie wir Anthros. Wir selbst entstanden aufgrund einer Vermischung von gestreiften Raubkatzen-Anthros mit den Reingelben. Irgendjemandem musste es in der Vergangenheit plötzlich furchtbar langweilig gewesen sein, jedenfalls gab sich unsere gestreifte Urmutter einem reingelben Urvater hin und wurde von ihm schwanger. Leider wurden wir als Aussätzige und Unreine behandelt. Alles was nicht reingelb war, wurde für diese Säbelzahnkatzen zu Freiwild.
Während ich über das Schicksal meines Clans und mein eigenes sinnierte brach endgültig die Dunkelheit herein. Der Mond war besonders groß und tauchte alles in sein aschfahles Licht. Kein Vogel zwitscherte mehr und es war totenstill. Gerade noch munter und auf den See blickend, fielen mir schließlich die Augen abrupt zu und ich schlief noch im sitzen ein.
Die ersten Strahlen der aufgehenden Morgensonne kitzelten meine Nasenspitze und meine Augenlider. Ich erwachte und gähnte herzhaft. Langsam legte ich Zedernzweige, mit denen ich mich scheinbar zugedeckt hatte, beiseite und erhob mich. Ich tapste langsam in Richtung des Wassers und hielt meine linke Hand hinein, es war angenehm kühl und lud zum baden ein. Ich war allein, tauchte in die Fluten und genoss die Erfrischung. Plötzlich hörte ich ein Knacken im Unterholz und erstarrte. Da war jemand und schien mich zu beobachten. "Wer ist da?", rief ich verunsichert. Ich bekam keine Antwort. "Ich habe dich bemerkt. Das Knacken im Unterholz hat dich verraten. Du kannst also herauskommen." Da bewegte sich tatsächlich etwas, das Knacken wurde lauter und Farne und Sträucher wurden beiseite gedrückt. Zeitgleich fiel mir ein, dass ich meine Streitaxt am Ufer hatte liegen lassen, ebenso lagen Pfeile und Bogen sowie mein gekürzter Wurfspeer dort. Ein törichter Fehler, für den ich mich selbst hätte ohrfeigen können, aber er war nicht mehr zu ändern.
Und dann stand er am Ufer. Er stand da, schaute zuerst mich an und dann auf meine Waffen. Er wirkte etwas irritiert, aber nicht ängstlich. Er war eine Säbelzahnkatze wie ich, aber seine Fellzeichnung sah anders aus. Er hatte Streifen wie ich, aber sie waren nicht so ausgeprägt, eher wie Schemen.
"Wer bist du?", fragte ich erstaunt. "Mein Name ist Andrew", antwortete das fremde Männchen und seine Stimme hallte unheimlich samtig in mir wieder. "Und wer bist du?", kam die Gegenfrage. "Oh, entschuldige meine Unhöflichkeit. Mein Name ist Belenes." "Bist du neu in dieser Gegend?", fragte Andrew neugierig. "Ich komme in der Tat von weit her und Suche nach Nahrung für meinen Clan." Er nickte. "Das konnte ich mir fast denken, denn warum sonst dringst du in mein Revier ein." "In dein Revier? Willst du damit sagen, dass die ganze Gegend dein Territorium ist?" Er nickte zustimmend. "Ich bin sichtlich beeindruckt", erwiderte ich und tauchte kurz unter. Als ich wieder auftauchte, hatte Andrew die Streitaxt in seinen Händen und drehte sie hin und her. Mir stockte der Atem. Was hatte er vor? Wollte er mich herausfordern oder einfach nur niederstrecken? "Würdest du die Axt bitte wieder zu den anderen Waffen legen? Sie ist nur zur Verteidigung bestimmt", sagte ich mit fester Stimme. Andrew tat wie ich ihm auftrug und verschränkte die Arme vor der Brust.
Wow! Was für ein Männchen, dieser Andrew.
"Ich brauche solche Waffen nicht. Meine Krallen und Zähne reichen mir zum Angriff und zur Verteidigung. Aber ich würde zu gerne mit einem anderen Säbelzahn kämpfen, einmal meine Kräfte mit einem Artgenossen messen." Ich überlegte und kam aus dem Wasser. Mein Fell troff vor Nässe und jedes Körpermerkmal war überdeutlich zu sehen. Andrew schaute mich abschätzend an und sein Blick blieb einen Augenblick länger als er sollte an meinen Hoden und meiner Felltasche hängen und ich hatte das Gefühl, dass ein leichtes Lächeln in seinem Gesicht zu erkennen war.
"Wie möchtest du denn kämpfen? Mit welchen Waffen? Mit Körperpanzerung oder ohne?", fragte ich zweifelnd. Andrew war sehr kräftig gebaut und extrem muskulös. Ohne Waffen und Panzerung sah es schlecht für mich aus. "Wir kämpfen nur mit den Händen und den Hinterpfoten. Körpereinsatz ist komplett erlaubt, aber keine Beißerei. Keine zusätzlichen Waffen, keine Panzerung. Wir sind nackt während des Kampfes."
Was sollte das denn werden? Eine Werbung um ein Weibchen? Es gab hier kein Weibchen, um das man einen Werbungskampf veranstalten konnte.
Ich willigte wider besseren Wissens ein und schluckte das mulmige Gefühl herunter. Gerade wollte ich fragen was mit dem Verlierer passiert, da flog Andrew schon wie ein Pfeil durch die Luft, landete direkt vor meinen Pfoten und schlug mich unvermittelt zu Boden. Ich rang nach Luft, rappelte mich auf, stolperte einen Schritt nach hinten, fing mich aber. Wütend fauchte ich auf und traf ihn mit meiner Faust in der Gegend der Leber. Damit hatte ich ihn überrascht. Er hustete, würgte kurz, aber fing sich schnell, schneller als gedacht. Er brauchte nur wenige Sekunden um erneut anzugreifen. Er sprang auf mich zu und riss mich von den Beinen. Mit einem dumpfen Schlag landeten wir beide im Sand und rangen miteinander. Ich stieß ihn weg und sprang auf. Keine 10 Sekunden später hatte ich einen kräftigen Prankenhieb in die Flanke bekommen und aus vier tiefen Rissen lief Blut, durchtränkte mein noch feuchtes Fell mit roter Farbe. Ich wurde richtig wütend. Hatte dieser Kampf bisher noch einen einen eher seltsamen Sinn gehabt und glich eher einem Ritual, so war es nun doch bitterer Ernst geworden. Ich streckte bewusst meine Krallen aus und brüllte meinen Gegner markerschütternd an.
"Gut so, Belenes", rief Andrew erfreut. "Wehre dich so gut du kannst. Ich liebe wehrhafte Männchen." Ich zuckte innerlich zusammen. Das konnte nicht ernst gemeint sein. "Er wird doch wohl nicht etwa...?", dachte ich und schon lag ich wieder im Sand. Andrew war mir in die Beine gesprungen und hatte mich von den Pfoten gefegt. Wieder bildeten wir ein Knäuel, spuckten vor Wut und fauchten aufgebracht. Wir "kugelten" uns ganze Stunden durch den Sand, das Gras, wieder durch den Sand und landeten schließlich platschend im Wasser. Plötzlich brüllte Andrew auf, ließ mich los und rannte zurück ins Trockene. Ich blieb liegen, hob den Kopf und fing an zu lachen. "Was denn nun, großer Säbelzahnkater? Hast du etwa Angst vor dem Wasser? Haben dich deine Kräfte verlassen oder bist du einfach nur feige?" Der Kater fletschte die Zähne und kniff die Augen zusammen. "Respekt! Du bist gut und hast mit dem Wasser einen guten Verbündeten. Lass uns ausruhen und etwas essen. Ich hatte eine große Menge Wild erbeutet und sie dort drüben im Farn abgelegt." Er zeigte in die besagte Richtung.
Er holte Lendensteaks vom Gaur, während ich ein Feuer entfachte. Wenige Minuten später knirsterten die Zedernholzstöcke in den warmen Flammen und das Fleisch roch köstlich. Die Sonne stand nicht mehr ganz im Zenit, aber die Hitze war erdrückend. "Wie schaffst du es ein solches Revier allein zu halten? Versucht man es dir nicht abzunehmen?" Andrew lächelte leicht. "Es traut sich keiner her." "Was? Wieso das denn?" "Tja, ich könnte ja was ansteckendes haben. Schonmal daran gedacht?" Ich erschrak. Eine Erkrankung konnte ich mir nicht leisten, nicht bei meiner Aufgabe. Er sah mir tief in die Augen. "Das war ein Scherz. Ich habe nichts ansteckendes, zumindest ist Homosexualität keine Erkrankung. Aber leider wollen sehr viele nichts mit einer schwulen Raubkatze zu tun haben."
Ich schluckte. Wo war ich hineingeraten? Ein schwuler Säbelzahntiger? War der Kampf deshalb so merkwürdig? Wollte er mich ...antesten?
"Belenes! Du brauchst dir keine Sorgen zu machen, wenn von dir kein Zeichen kommt, dann fasse ich dich auch nicht an. Fang bitte nicht an zu denken, dass man als Homosexueller nur mit einer Dauererektion herumrennt." Ich atmete auf. Alle Mitglieder meines Clans waren in festen Beziehungen und hetero. Das jetzt, war für mich vollkommen neu und daher fühlte ich mich etwas unbehaglich. "Entspann dich und greif zu", sagte er und ich rutschte etwas zurück und riss die Augen auf. "Wie meinst Du das?", fragte ich und versuchte nicht zwischen seine Schenkel zu schauen. "Du wirst nichts sehen, was du nicht sehen willst", sagte er und seufzte. "Naja, so viel Toleranz kann man wohl nicht auf Anhieb erwarten. Es ist aber schön, dass du nicht gleich weggelaufen bist und immernoch bei mir sitzt. Abgesehen davon meinte ich das Fleisch und nichts anderes." Ich nickte und fühlte mich schuldig, hatte ich ihm doch reine Triebhaftigkeit unterstellt. Und was das Fleisch anging, so ließ ich mich nicht zweimal bitten und griff beherzt zu. Er tat es mir gleich und wir nagten genüsslich an den Knochen.
Die Zeit verging und wir redeten viel miteinander, plauschten über Belanglosigkeiten. Andrew erzählte viel von seiner Jugend und wie er merkte, dass er anders war und mit Weibchen nichts anfangen konnte. Wie er so erzählte, spürte ich, dass ich plötzlich anfing an seinen Lippen zu kleben, jedes Wort aufsog und dass mir seine Stimme immer wohltuender in die Ohren drang. Er hielt mitten im Satz inne. "Stimmt was nicht mit dir? Du bist so komisch", fragte er. Ich schüttelte den Kopf. "Ich... ich..." Er lächelte mich an. "Ich... habe mich gerade gefragt wie es sich anfühlt, wenn du..." Ich hustete und fühlte eine unangenehme Wärme in mir aufsteigen. "Was interessiert dich?" "Ich frage mich, wie du dich anfühlst. Also dein Fell, deine Muskeln..." Ich verstummte und schaute zu Boden. Plötzlich lachte der Säbelzahnkater auf und schaute mich scharf an. "Fragst du aus Neugier oder verspürst du etwas? Vielleicht eine innere Unruhe?", flüsterte er sanft. Ich nickte heftig und schaute ihm tief in die Augen. Die letzten Strahlen der untergehenden Sonne reflektierten in ihnen, gaben ihnen einen unheimlichen und wilden Glanz.
Ich stand auf, war nervös, drehte mich um und ging zum Ufer des Sees. Ich sah über die Wasseroberfläche und seufzte. Was geschah mit mir? Was machte die Anwesenheit dieses Katers mit mir? War ich auch schwul? Aber ich war mit einem Weibchen zusammen und genoss die Zeit des Miteinanders und auch den ausfüllenden Sex. Hatte ich mich so in mir getäuscht?
Plötzlich spürte ich warme Atemluft an meiner linken Schulter. "Du bist überaus attraktiv, Belenes. Hab keine Angst davor. Du musst dir nur absolut sicher sein, dass es das ist was du willst." "Ich weiß es nicht, das ist ja das Problem. Ich weiß nicht was ich will und weiß nicht was ich fühle. Ich bin mit meinem Weibchen sehr glücklich, aber es fehlt etwas und das kann ich nicht erklären. Deine Anwesenheit hat in mir Fragen aufkommen lassen, die für mich niemals eine Bedeutung hatten. Wie kann es sein, dass ich mich von einer Sekunde zur anderen mit dem Gedanken trage, spüren zu wollen wie du dich anfühlst, dass ich mich Frage wie es ist, sich an dich zu kuscheln und sich einem anderen Männchen hinzugeben?" "Diese Fragen sind vollkommen normal und ihnen stehen wir alle früher oder später gegenüber. Das Wichtigste dabei ist weniger, wann man bestimmte Erfahrungen macht und unter welchen Umständen, sondern wie man sie macht und welche Konsequenzen man daraus zieht." Ich nickte, denn ich verstand was Andrew mir zu verstehen gab. Verschämt verschränkte ich die Arme vor der Brust, atmete tief durch und schloss die Augen. Als ich sie wieder öffnete, stand Andrew vor mir, grinste schief und sah mich an. "Willst du mir zeigen wie man schwimmt?" Ich staunte und mir klappte die Kinnlade herunter. "Bis jetzt hatte ich tatsächlich Angst vor dem Wasser, aber auch ich lerne ständig dazu", sagte er und ging vorsichtig auf das Ufer zu und setzte wirklich eine Pfote nach der anderen ins Wasser. Er ging einen Schritt, dann noch einen und plötzlich ging er einfach auf die Knie und tauchte kurz unter. Ich erschrak, dachte ich erst, dass ihm was passiert wäre. Aber als er wieder auftauchte und mich frech angrinste, wusste ich sein Zeichen zu verstehen. Ich ging zu ihm, nahm sein linke Hand und zog ihn bestimmend zu mir hoch. "Ich will es. Jetzt und mit dir, nur mit dir", flüsterte ich und zuckte leicht zusammen. "Was tat ich nur? Was machte ich hier? Verdammt, war ich von Sinnen? Ich sollte es nicht tun, aber dann würde ich niemals erfahren, was ich wirklich bin, wer ich bin und wie ich wirklich fühle.' Meine Gedanken kreisten und ich fragte mich ferner auch, was wohl mein Weibchen und auch der Clan dazu sagen würden, wenn es geschehen war. Andrew stand neben mir und hielt meine zitternde Hand. "Bist du dir wirklich sicher?" "Ja", antwortete ich schnell, bevor mich der Mut verließ. Hatte ich das jetzt wirklich gesagt oder träumte ich nur?
"Hab keine Angst. Entspann dich und lass es geschehen. Komm mit ins Gras, dort ist es angenehmer für uns beide." Die Sonne war hinter dem Horizont verschwunden, hatte sich erst vor scham rot verfärbt und war nun geflüchtet vor dem, was jetzt passieren sollte.
Andrew bedeutete mir, mich ins Gras zu setzen. Ich tat wie mir geheißen und mein Puls beschleunigte sich spürbar. Er selbst setzte sich neben mich und sah mir tief in die Augen. Ich spürte wie er begann sanft meine rechte Wange zu streicheln und mit seiner anderen Hand nach meiner griff und sie fest hielt. Ich schloss die Augen und genoss seine zarten Berührungen, begann leise zu grollen. Andrew löste plötzlich seinen Griff um meine Hand, nahm mich beim Kopf und küsste mich. Seine Zunge bohrte sich tief in mein Maul und erforschte meine Rachenhöhle. Unwillkürlich zuckte ich etwas zurück, besann mich aber schnell eines besseren und gab mich seinem Begehr hin. Sein Atem wurde immer schwerer und seine Bewegungen schneller. Er hörte auf mich zu küssen, lächelte mich wiederholt an und zwinkerte mir zu. Ich schaute ihn aufgeregt an und mein Herz raste. !("Belenes_Hunters_Lust_-_Picture_1.jpg"
Er gab mir noch einen Kuss auf die Nase und drückte mich langsam, aber mit Nachdruck ins Gras. "Bleib ruhig liegen und lass mich machen", sagte er noch und saß schon auf meinen Oberschenkeln. Ich hielt still und beobachtete nur noch ihn und meinen Körper. Andrew streichelte mir sanft über die Brust und den Bauch. Er massierte meine Bauchmuskeln und ließ seine Finger geschickt um meine Vorhauttasche gleiten. Erregt stöhnte ich auf. "Aha! Ich wusste, dass dir das gefällt", sagte er leise und schaute mit Interesse auf meinen anschwellenden und immer weiter ausschachtenden Penis. Es dauerte nur wenige Sekunden und meine Männlichkeit glänzte lang und hart im Mondlicht. Andrew leckte sich gierig über die Lippen, rutschte über meine Oberschenkel hinweg, beugte sich nach vorne und öffnete seine Pobacken. Als er sich langsam auf mich herabließ, gleitete ich ohne Widerstand in ihn hinein. Wir stöhnten beide vor Lust auf. Während ich im Gras lag und an der Realität der Situation zweifelte, wurde Andrew endgültig aktiv und begann sich immer hektischer auf mir zu bewegen. Mit jeder Bewegung schachtete sein Penis weiter aus, wurde härter. Er hatte die Augen geschlossen und atmete immer schwerer. Ich sog jedes Detail in mich auf, sah seine kräftigen Muskeln über mir, seine starken Arme auf mir, seine flauschigen Bällchen auf meinem Schoss und seinen gewaltigen und stachelbewehrten Luststab über meinem Bauch. Ich spürte eine schnell anwachsende und wohlige Wärme im Unterleib. Wenige Augenblicke später war es soweit. Fast zeitgleich fletschten wir die Zähne und brüllten auf, als unser beider Trieb sich entlud. Während ich mich in Andrew entleerte, meine warme, weiße Fracht in seinen Darm ergoss, spritzte er nur wenige Tropfen seines Samens auf mein Bauchfell. Fast wie eine Entschuldigung mutete es an, als er sich schnell von mir erhob und mir die wenigen Spritzer seiner Lust aus dem Bauchfell leckte. "Tut mir Leid, Belenes. Ich habe mich schon zurückgehalten und wollte dich nicht überfordern, indem ich dich überflutet hätte." Ich schaute ihn betroffen an. "Das hättest du nicht tun sollen. Ich war mir durchaus bewusst was mich in diesem Moment erwartete und bin, wenn ich ehrlich sein soll, etwas enttäuscht." "Ach, lass gut sein. Ich bin nicht so wichtig." "Doch bist du. Mir bist du wichtig." Er seufzte und lächelte verlegen. "Das ist lieb von dir", flüsterte er und biss mir verspielt ins rechte Ohr.
Ich stand auf, ging an ihm vorbei und wieder zum Ufer des Sees. Dort angekommen blieb ich stehen und drehte mich zu ihm um. "Was ist los, großes Säbelzahnmännchen? Willst du nicht auch deinen Frieden finden?" Ich zeigte ihm, was ich meinte, beugte mich leicht vor und legte meinen buschigen Stummelschwanz zur Seite. Andrew stand fast im gleichen Augenblick hinter mir. Ich spürte seinen heißen Atem im Nacken und seinen großen, stachelbewehrten Penis zwischen meinen Pobacken. "Bist du wirklich dafür bereit?", fragte er unsicher. "Ja, Liebling, ja", flüsterte ich nur und schloss die Augen. Ich erwartete einen stechenden Schmerz, aber es geschah etwas ganz anderes. Ohne Probleme drang er in mich ein, durchdrang ohne jeden Schmerz meine äußere Begrenzung, bohrte sich in mein Innerstes und füllte mich mit einem Gefühl des Behagens aus. !("Belenes_Hunters_Lust_-_Picture_2.jpg"
Andrew grollte lustvoll, während er sich in mir bewegte, seinen Penis zwischen meinen Backen und in meinem Darm stimulierte. Ich öffnete die Augen und sah, wie er mich umfasste, mich mit der linken Hand fest an sich drückte und mit der rechten Hand meinen mittlerweile wieder eregierten Penis umschloss. Seine Stöße waren tief, fest und extrem dominant, aber gleichzeitig massierte er mit einer unbändigen Zärtlichkeit meine Penisstacheln und glitt geschickt über den Schaft. Als er seinen Kopf auf meine linke Schulter legte, merkte ich wie Speichel von seinen Säbelzähnen tropfte, über seine Hand und meine Vorhauttasche lief, gleichzeitig wurden seine Stöße kürzer und hektischer. Seine Bewegungen verrieten, dass er es gleich geschafft hatte. Er massierte in immer hektischeren Bewegungen meinen Penis, wollte, dass ich mit ihm gleichzeitig komme und ich wollte es auch. Ich ließ mich von seiner Lust tragen und hatte es innerhalb von Sekunden geschafft und stand ebenfalls kurz vor dem Höhepunkt. Wie auf Kommando rissen wir beide gleichzeitig unsere Mäuler auf und brüllten unsere ganze angestaute Wollust über den See und in den Wald hinein. Andrew riss den Kopf in die Luft, krallte sich in meine rechte Lende und presste mein Gesäß fest gegen sein Becken. Kein Tropfen seiner glühenden Katerlust sollte auf den Boden fallen, sollte nur mich ausfüllen und damit nur mir gehören. Ich starrte, während ich brüllte, quer über den See und konnte im Mondlicht erkennen wie mein Samen weit über die Wasseroberfläche schoss und sich schließlich mit den kühlen Fluten vereinte. So aschgrau auch das Mondlicht sein mochte und so kühl wie die Nacht war, in unserer Nähe glühte die Luft vor unbändiger Hitze, erstrahlten unsere Seelen in einem Glanz der strahlender war als jede Sonne im Universum und explodierten unsere Körper und unsere Geister in einer Supernova reinster Lustgier. Andrew trennte sich entspannt von mir, ich drehte mich um und wir küssten uns minutenlang hingebungsvoll. Anschließend legten wir uns in den Ufersand und schliefen ein.
Ich erwachte und schrak hoch. Die Sonne stand schon am Himmel und ich schaute mich um. Ich lag auf einer bequemen Liege und war mit einem leichten Tuch zugedeckt. "Hallo, mein Liebster", sagte eine weibliche Stimme zu mir. Ich drehte mich um und stand auf. Vor mir stand meine Tigerin. Sie hatte zwar keine Säbelzähne, war aber dafür hinreißend und die wundervollste Tigerin die es je gab und geben würde. Ich liebte meine Tigerin mehr als mein eigenes Leben. "Hallo, mein Schatz", antwortete ich heiser. "Hast du schlecht geschlafen? Hattest du einen Albtraum?" "Nein, nein. Mir geht's gut. Es ist alles in Ordnung", antwortete ich schnell. "Tja, dann ist wohl der Zeitpunkt des Abschieds gekommen", sagte meine Tigerin. "Was für ein Zeitpunkt?", fragte ich verwirrt. "Naja, du wolltest doch losziehen und nach Nahrung für den Clan suchen. Hast du das etwa vergessen?" Sie schaute mich intensiv an. Ich schüttelte den Kopf. "Nein, nein. Natürlich nicht. Du hast aber Recht, ich sollte mich auf den Weg machen." Wir verabschiedeten uns beide sehr heiß voneinander, ich packte noch ein paar Sachen zusammen und machte mich Richtung stromabwärts auf die Pfoten. Nachdem die Siedlung meines Clans außer Reichweite war, hörte ich plötzlich jemanden hinter mir her kommen. Ich blieb stehen und drehte mich um.
Da stand er. Er war mir hinterher gerannt. Er war außer Atem, aber er war es. "Wer bist du?", fragte ich verunsichert. "Mein Name ist Andrew und ich soll dich begleiten."
Ende
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Die Lust der Jäger by Belenes LeSabre
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Text: Jenny went into the locker room at school and changed for her gym class. When the other girls finished, they left, and she stayed behind. She went into her book bag and brought out the bra which allowed her to inflate herself. She put it on and went into the janitor's closet next to the locker room and locked the door. Inside she spotted the helium tank used for the school dances. She placed her mouth on the hose of the tank and turned the valve on. She felt the good sensation as the helium rushed into her chest. She looked down to see her B-Cup breasts balloon out to a C. Her X-Large tank top, which was way to big for her was shrinking as it made room for her growing boobs. Her chest rose to two volleyballs. She bounced a bit to see if they were large enough. Not yet. Her breasts expanded a bit more and then she felt herself lifting off the ground a bit. She turned the hose off and pinched her nipples to let some of the air out. She went over to the mirror. The tank top fit over her watermelon sized tits perfectly now. She left and ran down the hallway to the gym, her helium breasts bouncing merrily as she ran.
It was CO-ED day and she wanted to have some fun. The girls side of the gym had a variety of gymnastic equipment, and on the other, a basketball game was going on. She walked over to the trampoline. As she walked, the boys at the basketball game and the ones sitting on the bench stared at her bouncing boobs. Even the female gym teacher couldn't help looking at them. The girls in her class were a bit jealous and a bit confused on how she got her huge chest.
"Has anyone ever hit their head on the gym ceiling?" She asked the female gym teacher.
"No. No one's ever going to go that high." She said.
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Okay..."
She got on and started plain jumping. She made sure she wouldn't go high during the first few jumps. She did a couple of flips and during them, she took deep breaths to make her breasts a little bigger. She stopped jumping and looked around, her tank top was now stretching under the pressure of her breasts. They were starting to go upward a little bit. Everybody was now staring at her massive tits. She started jumping again, this time, the helium in her breasts pulled her up even higher. Soon she was able to touch the rafters of the ceiling. For a bit more show, she did a flip and went between the rafters. When she landed, her teacher could only gape at her.
"I think I'll play some basketball now." Jenny said skipping over to the boys. They were continuing their game.
"Hey guys." She said rubbing her enlarged breasts. "Can I step in?" They stopped their game again and watched her fondle her ballooned boobs. Three of the guys ran to the bathroom while the others began to drool a bit.
"Sure. You can play." One of them said. "And afterward, how about being my date tonight?"
"I'll think about it." She giggled. "Let's play!" They started into a new game. She got the ball a few times, but the rest of the times, it bounced off her breasts. She even flattened another guy with them to steal the ball. She then ran back to the three point line. She noticed the weirdo under the hoop was wearing a spiked dog collar. She got an idea.
"Watch this!" she yelled running towards the hoop.
She jumped and in mid air, her helium breasts picked her up higher and higher. She performed a fancy slam dunk that looked better than Jordan's dunk. She fell on the weirdo and his collar popped her tits.
They all gasped. "Hunh?"
She glanced down. Her breasts were back to normal.
"Tee-hee! Bye guys!" She said running off. "The date's off!" The one boy yelled.
"Go blow yourself you prick!" She yelled back smiling.
"I think I'll go buy some more bras tonight." She thought to herself.
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"The verdict is that you still have one year to prove your innocence on the murder of Ahaia Senestere." "Fuck" does carghago think while he lookes down. "On year only? That's not enough". Carghago knows that now, he can't do anything to get some more time. He must prove that they're wrong. "The Hearing is over. Returne back about One Year." said the Judge.
Carghago goes a bit angry. The Journey will be long and frighting. He have heared about Oculum dei. How bad it is out there.
With his 7000000 u.d.(universal dollars) he runs to the Spaceshipmarket. He want to buy a new one because the old one crashed on jupiter, in the storm. "Hello, can i help you sir?"sais a mansvoice. Carghago looks at the yru. What a musceles! He starts feeling comfortable. "Yes please, i want to Buy an X-6900 exvenitorum." "Ow, yes this way" While the yru walks, carghago starts staring at his musceled ass, the lovely strong tail sticking out of his taxedo. "How can i call you?" carghago asks. "Please call me Yksu, i'm an yru from Oculum dei." "Fuck! that's where i wanna go to!" "Ow really? Me to!" carghago steps a little bit closer and whisperes: "Join me on my journey". " I'd love to but..." "Sht, Just Join..."
Yksu looks in Carghago's eyes. So beautifull bleu-greenish, and his lovely tongue. "Well, yeah! I've got nothing to lose". As soon as carghago paid him, they took off. Looking out of the window, Yksu shouted "So long, fuckers!"
"Uhm, yksu... i don't know anything about how to find carastocchio's planet." "Oh god, i've forgotten the engine... No fuel". They started to fall down. Fortunally there is a safe landing system for when it will crash.
A few minutes later...
"What the fuck, This planet looks fucking terrible. There is totally nothing. Just one big planet full of fucking Trees. How do we gonna fnd fuel?
Be continued...
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Carghago and the Eye of the Truth - Chapter One : The Court by LordShimri
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The New Toy!
Tahmores gave a little smirk as he browsed the web. While on FA one day he had seen a banner link with the title of Fetish Zone. And of course as we all know, curiosity got the best of the fennec and the mouse wandered over to give it a click. After bypassing the age and content notice he came to the main screen of the site. Low and behold the in the featured products section was the Cerberus, a holy grail to the envy of other species of the knot that canids so take for granted. The fox gave a light little chuckle as he read over it briefly before clicking over in the backdoor section of the site. He grinned as the Sebastian Dildo for a moment as movement was heard coming up the stairs. The door flew open and he gave a great meep, hastily trying to cover his bulge in his pants with a paw and minimizing the screen. It was his mother, Come down and hang up your laundry she said before leaving the door wide and heading back downstairs. If she had seen either his third leg standing at attention or the website window, she had given no indication. He gave a little whine and reached into his drink cup pulling out an ice cube and with a shiver pressing it to his excitement so he could go downstairs without the proverbial banana. He gathered up his clothes from the laundry room and carried them back up with him. At least she doesnt know about that one time in the school restrooms. He mused as he slipped back into his chair and restored the window. Then with fingers crossed that she wouldnt be opening his mail when it arrived, he clicked the add to cart button and purchased it via PayPal. A few days later after coming home from his part time job cooking, he went over to the table to put his keys in the basket when he saw the box on the table. It was labeled FZ Books so his mom probably had no idea to the contrary. With that he picked up the box and carried it upstairs barring his door with a chair before pulling the box open and lifting that silicone beauty out of the box. It was his very first dildo and a wide vulpine grin mad its way across his muzzle as he turned it over in his paws. He opened his desk drawer and pulled a small bottle of lube from the back and dripped some on to the toy, getting it well coated all around and giving himself a quick fingering under his tail with the lube as well. After getting relaxed he stood up and carried the foxy little toy over to the chair and stuck it down with the suction cup. He turned around slowly and gently hiked up his tail as he slowly sat down on it. It did take a bit of work to get the somewhat soft toy in but he let out a lusty rurrr as it gently slid in. one of his lubey paws wandered to his sheath and gently slid into the fuzzy tube to tease at his cock, slowly working it out. Up down, up down continued the rhythm of lifting and dropping his rump onto the dildo as his paw gently stroked his bone to full size, his fingers running gently over the shaft and giving the by now well-formed knot a gentle squeeze. He began to go faster with his excitement as he continued, but gave a little whine as he accidently popped off the dildo. With a little growl of frustration he worked it back in and pressed firmly down, wincing a little as he slowly stretched over the knot. He kept stroking as he pressed down and gave a gasp as it finally popped in. With another groan he sent out a few nice strands of vulpine seed into the air and onto his belly. He sat there with a little pant for a few moments. Even when he others couldnt help him he would not be left wanting for a playmate.
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The New Toy by Lorgenz
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Ch 3 Safety of a PackAs we came back I told her to put her hood on as not to scare thevillagers. Grace asks why and I told her about the recent attack. Well I see why they would be scared I meanwho wouldn't be scared of some werewolves wanting to gain ground in the waragainst the dragons but taking the princess of the land hostage just to use herability as a seer as a weapon damn brutes. You do know you're talking about your own race right. I know I am but that's why I travel to showthat I'm different from those brutes in the army. So Grace what do you have in this cart anywayit feels to light to break an axle. "Well then take a look," she told me and as I looked under the blanketthree little pups jumped on me at the same time, normal wolf pups though. I start laugh as the little balls of fur runaround me licking and tickling me. Ok okI give up you little buggers I said as I breathed hard. Where did you find these wolf pups I haven't seenany feral wolves in ages. I found them on the side of the road, Grace said. So they were abandoned by the parents nowworries I'll take them off your hands for you or if you want to you can live atmy place I barely use it anyhow. I'llfind a way to visit you and these pups when possible. I get up and one of the pups is on my head only then I notice thevillage and the other guards watching and laughing at the scene. You could hear one of the guards say out loud,"Wow I never thought I'd see the commander of the royal army getting taken downby three pups! Ha ha ha ha ha!" I look around embarrassed "What can I say Ihave a soft spot for puppies." I say asI take the pup off my head and put him back on the cart with the other 2. So Grace will you accept my offer you'll besafe there. Well of course I will thepups like you so why not.
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The Lycanthrope Rebellions by WereDragonj
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?After some lessons, the dragoness decided to join in my quest and guide me to where she saw the idea of dragon for the last time before his disappearing. I felt thirsty and the boobs of that fully developed pregnant dragoness were just begging to be sucked, I couldn't stop looking. She noticed.Is there anything wrong? - she asked.I'm thirsty... - I answered.The idea of dragoness squated down to my level and approached me to her breasts and I instantly opened my muzzle.I was eager for some of her motherly liquid and she was eager to share it with me. I sucked on her breast happily; we gave a pause on the quest. The taste was wonderful, perfect like her, something beyond words of my imperfect vocabulary. At north, we could see another gate and, at west, we could see some other animal ideas.We were here and, all of sudden... - the idea of dragoness took a pause. - a little turtle babyfur using a weird kind of laser gun shot against us. I could flee, but the idea of dragon decided to stay and fight the turtle babyfur. He got shot and was put to sleep. That was when the turtle took him to beyond the gate, to the Sensible Reality.I wasn't paying attention; satisfying my thirst with that sweet "ideal milk" was something really good, enough to make my other senses malfunction, causing my tongue to be more sensible to the taste. She pointed to the gate. The Ideal World doesn't spin like Earth, só half of it experiences eternal morning and the other half is plunged into deep darkness.The wind blew, it was afternoon in that place. Why a cub would want to have the ideas?
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A Pause. by Yure16
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My name is Jill and I am a 55 year old widow living alone in Las Vegas Nevada. I stand 5' 11" and keep my weight at around 180 pounds. I wear a size 18 dress and my feet are a size 10. My calves and biceps are very muscular. I show off my calves and feet in high heel thongs and short dresses. I am in better cardiac shape now than when I was much younger. Each day I perform a vigorous swim of between a mile and a mile and a half. I am very flexible and do advanced yoga and weight training.
My breasts are very impressive at 46DD with nipples the size of small marsh mellows. My clitoris is over an inch long when flaccid and nearly two inches when erect. My curvy body is tanned a deep golden brown with no tan lines. I spend most of my time outside nude in my walled pool and yard. My arms, legs and pussy have been treated with laser procedures to remove my body hair. My clit and nipples are pierced and I wear gold rings to adorn my them.
I lost my husband four years ago and have been very sexually empty. I miss his hard thick cock violently fucking my pussy and ass. Sucking his big penis was a huge turn on for me as well. I have a very oral oriented sex drive and love to perform fellatio and receive cunnilingus. Anal sex is another experience that I missed. I loved my husband very deeply. We were soulmates, friends and lovers. I took his death very hard and did not even date for several years. I was lonely and sexually frustrated until earlier this year.
I met Darrell on an internet dating site earlier in the year. We messaged each other and started with small talk about our lives in general. After about a month we shared pictures and more private interests. It became evident that we had much in common and we set up a weekend date here in Vegas. We fucked and sucked all weekend. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. My pussy, mouth, ass all got an extreme workout by Darrell's thick nearly nine inch cock. I swallowed so much semen that I can still taste his salty thick spunk.
We hooked up several more times over the spring and early summer. Our days were occupied by dates that included movies, the zoo, baseball games, dinner and walking in the park. I was totally in love with Darrell. It was evident that Darrell had fallen for me as well. One night on our fourth meeting we sucked and fucked each other for several hours. Darrell moved me into a high missionary position and slowly sank his cock to the hilt in my anus. He violently sodomized my ass as he gazed into my eyes. My eyes met his as he grunted. "Jill I love you!"
Darrell resumed fucking me in the ass. As he got ready to cum he pulled out and brought his thick cock to my face. I swallowed him balls deep as he shot thick loads of semen into my throat.
With semen dripping from my lips I said "Darrell. I am not sure if I love you, but I definitely love your big cock and sexy hard tongue."
"I couldn't help myself. I have become so close to you in such a short time. Just looking at you and feeling you like this sent me over the edge." He said.
Darrell is coming down again this weekend to celebrate the 4th of July with me. I am excited that we have four days together. Yesterday I got my hair trimmed and had my gray spots on my temples and forehead dyed to my natural blonde color. I got a jell pedicure and manicure in hot pink. My dresses and sandals needed an upgrade for this summer so I went shopping. At the mall I found three new outfits. A pink dress, a blue dress and a white pant suit. I got matching three inch high heel thong sandals for the dresses and a black pair of kitten heel thongs to go with the pant suit. I have worn contacts for many years. My sexy persona decided it would be fun to get some sexy glasses to surprise Darrell with. I picked a feminized style of aviators with transition lenses so they could double as shades.
This morning I rose early and swam two miles, did an hour of yoga and lifted light weights. I showered afterward and gave myself a two quart enema just in case Darrell wants to fuck me in the ass later in the day. For relaxation I drank coffee as I reviewed the news on the internet.
My new outfits gave me a tough decision. I decided to wear the pant suit. I put on a micro black G-string that barely covered my smooth slit and thick clit. The white pantsuit had capri style bottoms that rode low on my hips. The top was low cut and revealed my substantial cleavage of my minimal bra. It was sleeveless with a bare midriff. The suit was completed by a short sleeve open jacket that covered my shoulders and biceps. My new black high heel thongs are as thin as shoelaces. The straps connect my feet in two places the thong between my toes and a thick heel strap on the back of my foot. The heel is two inches and looks sporty with my pant suit. My feet look amazing with my thick hot pink toes and my numerous toe rings. Darrell's foot fetish will be entertained by these sandals.
My ankles are slim and accentuate my beautiful wide size ten feet. The muscles in my calves contract as I walk in my heels. My toes spread wide as I model my thongs. My pant suit is tight enough that my ass looks amazing in the mirror in my room. The matching gold anklets dangle just above the ankle straps of my new sandals. I will enjoy catching Darrell ogling my toes, calves and ass.
I arrive at the airport about an hour before Darrell's flight is due in. The parking lot is crowded as my red 2016 McLaren 540C,( 3.8 Liter V-8 with 533 Horse Power) roars into the entrance. Several people stop and stare at my 200K sports car as I drive down the lot. In a few minutes I pull into an empty space. I walk to the terminal past several men who obviously admire my big tits and ass in my minimal pantsuit. I buy a soda and relax as I wait for Darrell. The flight arrival boards flash above my head. His flight is on schedule with no delays. After a few minutes I stand and walk to the arrival area. It was now about five minutes after the arrival time. I look for my man in the groups of people walking through the terminal.
"Hello Jill. You look ravishing." I heard behind me.
"You can ravish me after we get your bags." I said with a laugh.
"I love your outfit Jill, you look very nice. Those glasses are very sexy. You look amazing."
"It better look good for the price I paid. You look very nice as well. Of course I will rip those clothes off you to get at that big cock as soon as we get to my house. He embraced me and put his massive arms around my hips and mashed my big tits into his chest. We French kissed for about a minute before we came up for air.
"We better get my luggage before someone steals it." He said.
We held hands as we walked to the Baggage area. Darrell's eyes moved over my entire body as we walked. He smiled as his gaze took in all his favorite areas of my body. My tits, ass, arms, legs and feet were the objects of his desire. "Jill that pant suit is killing me."
"Is that all that is killing you Darrell?"
"Guilty as charged. That smoking hot body underneath that suit is killing me as well."
We arrived and found his luggage as we embraced again in a deep kiss. Our tongues probed our mouths my breath became rapid. My nipples and clit were erect as our arms held each other. Darrell picked me off the floor as he broke off the kiss. He returned me to the floor with a smile. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Jill."
"Sure Darrell. I think you tell all the women that suck you cock that they are beautiful."
"I admit that is partially true Jill. You are the most beautiful woman that I have fallen for. That includes all your sexual skills."
We arrived at my car and I unlocked the trunk for Darrell. After his bag was loaded I handed Darrell the keys.
"You are letting me drive?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Yes you drive. I will not get a ticket if you are driving." We drive down the Interstate as my hands caress his arms, chest and neck. With one hand I rub his crotch and find his thick engorged penis.
"That feels amazing Jill. No cock sucking while I drive. That was crazy the last time I was here. When I came in your throat I thought I was going to lose control of your car."
"Don't worry Darrell I want this cock for my lunch. I am not interested in a quick snack."
As we neared my house he asked me what I was going to do to him as I rubbed his thick erection.
"First I will strip you naked and drag you into my bed. We will eat each other head to toe. No clothing should interfere with our lunch."
"I know what you are eating Jill. What I am I having?"
"You are having my smooth swollen pussy with hard clitoris. For desert you are having my gaping ass hole." I said with a smirk.
"That sounds delicious Jill. Do I get an appetizer to start off with?"
With a smile I placed my feet on the dash and spread and wiggled my toes in my thong sandals. "You will have tens succulent toes served in these sandals."
We arrived in my driveway and entered the house. After we got settled we kissed and both took a restroom break. I rinsed off my pussy with a warm washcloth and stripped nude except for my G-string and thong sandals. I walked into the living room and lay down on my couch.
"My goodness Jill I am not sure about that lunch. Those snacks look very tasty."
He sat down at foot of the couch the and quickly stripped of all his clothing. He knelt at the end of the couch and slowly moved toward my size ten feet. I made the first move and pushed one of my sandal clad feet into his face. He sucked all four of my smaller toes into his mouth. I looked at him and spread my toes as he swallowed them. Darrell made love to all ten of my toes for several minutes. I looked down and could see his erection leaking semen on the floor. He was very excited by my feet as he sucked and swallowed my thick long toes. Darrell stopped and watched my face and looked with lust at my sandaled feet.
"Jill your eyes were glazed over as I was sucking your toes. That was hot. Are you as turned on as I am?"
I raised my crotch toward his view and showed him the huge wet spot that was ozzing from my moist vagina.
Darrell moved between my legs and slid my G-string to the side. He licked his lips and attacked my erect clit with his tongue. My clit moved between his sucking lips. The effect of the ring that ran through my clit was electric. My breathing became very rapid as he sucked and licked my swollen clitoris. Darrell slid three fingers in and fucked my G-spot as he ate my clit. He licked the head of my clit and then sucked on it till I started to shake and spasm uncontrollably. I watched him as he attacked my clit and cunt with fingers and mouth.
"Eat my pussy you bastard. Harder don't tease me. Put all your fingers in!" I panted as I pushed my mound hard into his mouth. My shaking and spasms turned into full orgasm. I grabbed his head by the ears and mashed my clit into his lips. He swallowed and sucked. My breathing came in hard pants. My toes curled and spread as my arms, legs and back shook with shock convulsing up to my pussy and clit.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! AHHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Suck my clit hard! I am Cuuuummmmmiiinnnnggggg!" I nearly passed out as Darrell kept his lips and tongue locked onto my clit.
Without uttering a word Darrell stood over my prostate body and moved his hard dripping erection toward my face. He grabbed me by the hair and held my head before his thick weapon.
"Open that throat Jill time for your lunch!"
I did as ordered and opened my mouth and throat. He pulled my hair to align my throat by his strong grip. His penis was dripping big blogs of semen that dribbled down into my open throat. My lips swallowed his thickly veined penis as he drove his length into my throat. His balls rested on my chin on each down stroke. His pace quickened. This was not love or a blow job this was a full on throat fuck. I swallowed and opened my throat on each of his down strokes. His balls slapped my chin as he fucked my throat. I decided to massage Darrell's prostate and slipped two fingers into his anus until I found his gland.
He stopped for a moment and withdrew his cock from my esophagus. "I want you to put in three fingers. Your throat feels amazing while your fingers are in me."
I raised up and swallowed one of his balls as I massaged his length. I withdrew my fingers from his ass and concentrated on sucking on his testicles. Darrell's anus gaped open as I moved my mouth toward his ass hole. My tongue found his anus and I lubricated his ass with my saliva.
"Jill that is so hot. Eat my ass you sexy bitch."
My hand still massaged his erection as I milked his thick length. I held him by the balls as I once again engulfed his cock with my throat. I penetrated his ass with my fingers and once again hit his prostate. His cock twitched in my throat as I swallowed him down. His semen was leaking from the head of his cock as I milked him. I patted his butt and removed him from my throat. He raised up and looked down at me.
"Get on your back Darrell so I can get you off. I want to be in control for a while." I said.
Darrell sat on the couch with his legs spread and I got on my knees in front of him between his legs. I immediately deep throated his cock as I lightly scratched and tickled his ball sack with my long fingernails.
"Suck me down Jill. I love you!" He grunted as I fellated his swollen penis.
I reached up and grabbed his legs and placed them on my shoulders. His ass, balls and cock were now open to my assault. Darrell's entire body is hairless so his smooth anus and scrotum looked very erotic. I put his throbbing cock into my wet mouth and throat as he moved his legs. My fingers slid into his slick ass hole and massaged his prostate as I deep throated him balls deep. His penis pulsed and twitched in my throat as his testicles bumped my lower lips. I knew he was close.
"That is it right there. Don't stop. Suck my big dick you slut. I am going to flood your throat you hungry bitch!"
I was excited by the dirty talk. I am a slut when it comes to sex and was very turned on. My clit and nipples were fully erect as I fellated him as he approached orgasm.
His anus gripped my fingers and contracted as his erection twitched in my throat. His balls were moving as semen pulsed and shot through his penis. I deep throated him balls deep five or six times as he ejaculated. I felt his hard penis pulse thick hot semen into my throat.
"Jiiiiiiillllllllll. Swallllloooooowwww Meeeeeeee! I ammmm cuuuummmmming!" He grunted as he held my head as he emptied his seed into my throat.
I swallowed and gulped and swallowed. Darrell came with force and shot seven or eight big bolts of thick hot semen into my mouth and throat. I keep him in my throat as I swallowed his first few shots. After a few seconds I withdrew him from my throat to my mouth so I could taste his semen. I held his balls as I slid my mouth off his penis and admired his organ. His cock leaked thick semen from the head as I milked him with my hand into my open throat. I swallowed his load as I looked at his admiring face.
"That was crazy Jill. I loved watching your face as you sucked me. It was very erotic when our eyes met and you watched me as you deep throated me. Your glasses are so hot."
"With a cock like this how could I resist?" I said as I moved my probing fingers along his prostate. His half erect cock shot another stream of cum out of his penis. I moved my lips over his glans and swallowed this last offering.
"I think we need a shower and a cup of coffee before we continue." I said.
"You are the boss. Do you need an enema?" He asked.
"No Darrell I gave myself one a few hours ago. Of course you can give me one if you wish. To make sure I didn't leave any little turds still in there. I bet you would like that."
"No I trust you. I know you are always cleaned out for me. I could use a tune up myself. If you know what I mean?" He added.
"How exciting Darrell. I will give you an enema. Maybe I will give you an extra- large enema for that loose ass of yours. Later I might surprise your ass with a huge dildo or my fist."
We stood and kissed for a very long time. Darrell played with my big breasts as we French kissed each other. My clit was hard again as he pulled on my piercing rings. I rubbed his chest and shoulders as we broke our kiss. Without a word we held hands as we walked to my shower. He removed my sandals and kissed my toes before we entered the shower.
We washed each other quickly in anticipation of our next round of erotic adventure. After our initial shower I introduced Darrell to my new shower attachment. I administered an enema to him with an attachment that can fill your bowels with about a gallon of water in a minute. We were careful as we rinsed out our rectums several times. He filled me with about two gallons of water. My intestines were so full of water I looked pregnant in the mirror. It took me a long time to shit out all the water from my ass. The feeling was intense. He took about the same amount of water as I did. We took turns shitting all the water and excrement from our intestines and rectums.
I left to put on an outfit for him. I recently purchased a see through black silk body suit. It is black, footless and has an open crotch. A well- worn pair of my black four inch high heel thongs with micro straps will go nicely with this cat suit. I put my glasses back on and add a sports strap to check them on my face. After arranging my hair I walk into the kitchen and prepare coffee for us.
I heard Darrell behind me. I turn around and stand before him. Darrell is naked with his hand jerking on his huge cock. His eyes travel over my body to all his favorite places. He is totally captivated by my body and look.
"Do you need help with that?" I asked as I licked my lips as I was admired his erection.
"Yes I do. Do you need cream in your coffee?"
I move near him and we kiss as my hand massages his cock. I kneel and swallow his thick penis balls deep. He caresses my face as I slowly fellate him. After a few minutes I stand up and sit on the counter with my legs crossed.
"Here is your coffee big boy. Let us visit for a minute before we fuck."
I handed him his coffee as we talked for a few minutes about our next hour or so of sexual intercourse. Much of our sex has been spontaneous, but we also shared mutual fetish kinky sex tastes and fantasies. We decided on scripting our sex in advance. One subject that always came up was Darrell's extreme attraction to my feet in my thong sandals. My first husband sucked my toes occasionally because I asked him to. Darrell loved sucking my toes every time he saw me. He told what turned him on specifically about my feet. I listened to him as I sat on the counter and spread my toes apart in my open thongs as him stroked his cock and talked. He stopped playing with himself and got on his knees.
"Do you want me to take off your sandals?" He asked as he admired my sandaled feet.
"No I know you want them on my feet. I will want these on as you fuck me. I love it when you use the heels as handles. " I added.
Darrell placed my feet in his hands and gazed at them feet for several minutes. I spread my toes and gave him different views of my feet in their thong sandal prison. He told me that the bondage effect on my feet in thong sandals is what turns him on. He says they are like G-strings for your feet and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.
He licked my feet between the toes. After a few minutes he sucked the toes on one foot as he masturbated with his other hand. I pushed my spread toes into his mouth as he sucked harder.
"Suck momma's toes you sweet boy. I need that big cock of yours when you are finished eating my toes."
He looked at me with lust in his eyes as he swallowed my thick pink toes. He spit my toes out of his mouth and moved to my clit and licked my open pussy and anus. This was lubrication for our scripted fucking.
Darrell stood and leaned over to kiss my mouth. We forcefully kiss with our tongues probing our lips and mouths. My clit and nipples are erect as my breathing intensifies. He massages my breasts and pinches my hard nipples between his fingers. My hands find his cock and ball sack and I milk his length with a hard grip. He picks me up and carries me to my bed and puts me down on my back. We move into a high missionary position.
"What are you going to do to me Darrell?" I ask while licking my lips.
"I am going to fuck the shit out of you till you scream and beg for more." He said as he held my ankles high exposing my ass and pussy before him.
"Are you going to fuck my pussy and ass?"
"I fill fuck both and cum in your mouth. You need some ATM." He added.
This dirty talk was a turn on. We already planned out our sexual activity. Without any more talk he slid balls deep in my slick wet cunt. I held my legs wide as he fingered my clit and pulled on my piercing ring while he fucked me. He sucked my big tits through my body stocking and electricity pulsed through my body as I got wetter. Darrell fucked me hard and I thrust up to meet his fucking. Our mouths engaged for some erotic kissing as we copulated with force. His thick penis felt enormous as he rapidly hammered into me using all 220 pounds of his thickly muscled legs and ass.
He stopped and moved his hands back to my ankles. I watched him as he put my sandaled feet to his face. He sucked my toes as he fucked me with his entire length. I pulled on my clit and without warning came hard.
"Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck me faster don't stop. Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed.
Darrell fucked me like a steam engine until my orgasm subsided. He slid off me and presented his cock before my face. I deep throated his wet steely cock in one swallow.
"Jill I know I am off script now. I couldn't help myself. Your mouth is so hot. My cock needs some lube for your ass." I slobbered on his big penis as he withdrew from my throat.
"Fuck my ass with that huge cock." I commanded.
He pushed half his length into my ass and teased me with his cock as he looked at my body. His eyes moved from my clit to my and breasts and focused on my feet. I spread and wiggled my toes as he thrust all of his cock into my ass. He concentrated on fucking my ass as he was captivated by my sandaled feet. I used my sphincter to milk his cock. He bottomed out in my deep ass on each down stroke. I shit his cock out of my ass on each stroke. Our eyes met as his thick penis sodomized me.
"Suck my toes as you fuck me." I grunted.
Without responding he swallowed the front of my left foot sandal and all. I wiggled my toes as I licked my lips as he power fucked my anus. I pulled on my clit as he resumed sucking my toes. He moved his mouth off my toes and put his hands on my throat as he fucked me. He tightened his grip as neared orgasm. He quivered and shook as he neared orgasm. I put my feet in front of his face as he fucked me. I felt his cock pulse as he jumped off me.
"Jiiiiillllllllllllllllllll! Swalllllllooooooooow my load!"
The first pulse hit my forehead. I clamped my lips over his glans as the second wad hit the back of my throat. By the third shot I deep throated his shooting cock to the base. I held him in my throat as I swallowed all of his thick hot semen.
We looked at each other as he stood over me. It was not even lunch time yet. I smiled at him as he helped me up to my feet.
"Let us have a sandwich or something before we clean up." I said.
"That sounds like a good idea. I don't want to wear you out." Darrell said.
We ate lunch had some tea and spent three more days dancing, dining, swimming and every sexual position imaginable.
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BALTO'S LOVE
Jenna opened her eyes. She stared out, over the white wilderness, accounting for what had happened the night before. Balto had made it back home safely with the anti toxin for the children. Jenna looked to her right, and saw Balto, still asleep. She smiled at him. She had never loved anyone so much. They were on the broken ship that Balto had lived on before the incident.
Jenna walked over to him. She nuzzled his face, trying to wake him up. When he opened his eyes, Jenna stared deeply into them. Balto was a little confused, but he got up and stretched. Jenna smiled and said," Balto... you're amazing..." Balto looked at her.
"Oh, am I?" he said grinning. "I'm so relieved that Rosie and everyone made it throught this..." "Well, I couldn't just sit and watch it happen." "Yes, but...Steele would never do that... You're so heroic."
"Oh, Jenna..." said Balto, and he looked her in the eyes. There was a moment of silence as they stared into eachothers pupils. Balto slowly moved his head forward, atempting to kiss his love. Jenna did the same. Their lips met. Balto slowly pushed his tounge out of his mouth and into Jenna's. He tasted her teeth, and laid his tounge on hers. He massaged her tounge slowly and carfully, making Jenna murr softly. After a few moments, Jenna broke their kiss and hugged Balto.
"Oh, Balto, I love you." she exclaimed. "I love you too," answered Balto, and started to muzzle her neck. She held her head up in the air and felt the pleasure of Balto's mouth caressing her fur.
"Jenna... I want...I want to taste you." proclaimed Balto slowly. Jenna's heart stopped. She was startled he'd said such a thing. She looked at his face, and just said," Oh, Balto..."
Balto smiled at his husky lover, and licked her lips a few times. He padded around to her rear end. Jenna began to blush. She had never let any dog get so close to her. Balto slowly kneeled his head down, and stuck his muzzle under Jenna's tail. As his cold nose touched her cute tailhole, Jenna quivered. Balto took a few slow whiffs of it.
Jenna blushed more and murred. Balto slowly lowered his head, and looked at her vagina. Those cute, pink lips made Balto's sheath burn with pleasure. He slowly stuck his tounge out, and touched her vulva with it. He then began to take a few laps at it. He loved Jenna's taste, the scent of her arousal in his nostrals. He then pushed his lips against Jenna's pussy, and kissed it. Jenna was beginning to feel light headed, and Balto played with her with his tounge.
Jenna turned around to look at him, but all she could see was his rump in the air, his tail as well. She was enjoying this, but didn't know how much more she could take. Balto suddenly pushed his tounge against the entrance of Jenna's cunt, trying to break though. Jenna was in awe now. Balto succeeded, and as the tip of his wet tounge made contact with the insides of his love, Jenna yelped of pleasure. She laid her head on the ground, and let Balto tounge her.
Jenna's face was on fire with blush. The feeling of Balto's tounge exploring the insides of her cunt made her roll her eyes. Then it happened. Jenna started to moan deeply. Her climax was coming. Balto could see this, and suddenly and roughly made a jab deep into Jenna's pussy with his tounge. Jenna's eyes widened, and she moaned and then sighed as her cunt began to seep her juices.
Balto licked some of Jenna's cum up. He wanted to clean her, but he didn't think Jenna could take it. So he slowly began to pull his wet, cum covered tounge out of Jenna. Jenna sighed as her mate exited her body, and began to gasp. She sat down, exhausted. Balto looked at her tired face. Jenna noticed and looked back at him. She smiled a lustful smile toward her love and stuck her head between her legs. She started to lick at her vulva, trying to clean herself. Balto followed her tounge with is eyes, and sat still, watching. Jenna slowly finished, and looked at Balto, who now walked over and sat beside her.
"Oh, Balto... that was... amazing." Jenna said, looking dreamly at him. "I enjoyed myself too." he replied.
Balto pressed his lips against Jenna's, and they kissed deeply, exchanging a little saliva and Jenna's cum. Jenna broke the kiss and said," Balto... I want to mate with you. Not now, but soon. I love you." Balto started at her and licked her lips a few times. Jenna laid down beside Balto, and he did the same. With his love under one of of his paws, Balto went to sleep.
The Next Morning...
Balto and Jenna awoke at the same time, awoken by a sound that didn't exist. They looked at each other. It was still very early.
"Jenna..." said Balto. "Hm?" she responded. "I had trouble sleeping, because I was thinking about what you said last night." "Really? Me too." Jenna said in a sexy voice, and she quickly kissed Balto on the lips.
Jenna looked between Balto's thighs. She was suprised. There, about two inches of Balto's penis was sticking out of it's sheath. Jenna blushed. She'd never "seen" Balto before.
Balto hugged Jenna, and slowly he walked behind his bitch. He stared at her flagged tail, in the air and out of the way. Balto bent down and sniffed Jenna's ass. Then he looked at her vulva. He licked it a few times. Then Balto did it. He clasped onto Jenna's hips with his powerful paws, mounting her. So many thoughts were racing through Jenna's mind at that point. She was about to loose her virginity to the one she loved.
Balto slowly began to push his hips against Jenna's. She began to blush again. She'd never seen Balto like this, his sex crazed mind taking him over. Balto then pressed the tip of his wet cock against the entrance of Jenna's pussy. Balto's heartstarted to beat fast. He pushed his cock through her opening, and with pressure, slowly and abruptly entered Jenna's cunt. When he did, Jenna began to groan. His cock made a wet,warm, burning sensation in her cunt. Balto then pulled almost all the way out of her, then pushed back in. It was amazing. The feeling of Balto's wet, pink cock rubbing slowly against the fleshy, inner walls of Jenna's cunt made her body quiver horribly.
After a few moments, Balto began to fasten. He started rolling his hips at a constant pace. He started to grunt every now and then, from the feeling. Jenna's body and feelings were mixed up. She could feel herself sway forward a little every time Balto's hips met hers. Both physical and emotional pleasure filled every inch of her. She had a beautiful look on her face, her eyes and mouth half open. She began to pant deeply, her tounge handing out one side of her mouth.
Suddenly Balto stopped for a second. Jenna knew what he was going to do. Balto began pushing hard against Jenna's, trying to work the knot of his penis into her pussy. With effort, the round mass of wolf meat "popped" into her, and Jenna yelped. It hurt a little, but mostly was pleasureful. With Balto's whole dick in her, about twelve inches long, Balto started quick and short trusts, his large, firm balls slapping lightly against Jenna's inner thighs. Because of his knot, Balto couldn't pull out of her, and he felt his penis growing inside of her. Jenna felt all of Balto's massive, throbbing cock. She loved the feeling. Finally it happened.
Balto and Jenna were about to reach their climaxes. Balto began to madly and vigorously pound Jenna's cunt, as she yelped after every so thrust. He was thrusting so hard that it hurt her as Balto pulled painfully on their tied sexes. But that was soon was taken over by immense pleasure.
Balto howled. His cock shot short jets of his cum into Jenna's pussy, starting to fill her up even more. A few seconds later, Balto cummed again, and Jenna was as well. Their love liquids mixed within Jenna, and Balto laid his head on Jenna's back, completely worn out. They'd be tied for a few more minutes.
With Balto out of Jenna, they both relaxed. Balto was licking at his cock, cleaning himself and persuading his cock back into its sheath. Jenna just laid there, her head on her paws. She didn't think she could move. *she thought to herself. She was filled with a loving pleasure, and didn't want it to stop, as Balto's cum dripped from her cunt, she let a look of complete beauty appear on her face. The feeling was almost supernatural. The two of them laid side by side, and rested for a few minutes. Jenna knew that she would be with Balto forever, the love of her life.*
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In a bright, flame-lit cave, a teenage wolf was arguing with his pack. All the wolves were a shade of brown except the alpha and the defiant. The alpha stood up, his gold face shining as he moved. The alpha's muscles brimmed and stood out, even more by the red streaks in his black fur. The deviant's fur was a deep but bright blue fighting against his green streaks mirroring the alpha's red on black. The defiant growled at the fellow pack. Some backed away, other moved in to attack. The blue wolf jumped over 5, tore thier shirts, and landed at the alpha's feet. He stood up and the two locked gazes. "Fine, leave and never return!" the alpha said turning around. A tear formed in the alpha's eye. He threw up a fist and shouted, "You, Starcry, shall never see paw in this cave while I live!" he spun and pointed a open paw towards Starcry. "Now go!" the alpha's tears dried before he spoke. Starcry and the alpha stared for a second. The blue wolf nodded and walked off. The pack divided letting what they thought was a traitor pass. As Starcry exited tears formed. "Bye father." he cried the thought out.
3 years passed and Starcry renamed himself Crest. During the years of wandering he grew stronger, smarter, and faster. He was caught in an explosion and lived unharmed in his travels. After the experience a strange symbol covered his left shoulder. The 18 year old male virgin wolf continued to live in order to find out the purpose of his mysterious tattoo. Today he rested in a pub, eating chicken 'n rice and a bowl of vegetable soup. After he ate, he picked up a local news paper for temporary jobs or leads about his markings. While he read a lion cub walked up to Crest in awe. "Wow! Cool tattoo, mister." "Thanks, kid, but I was sort of born with it." Crest responded drinking some wine. His travels made him more aware of what to say and how to respond to conditions, great or small. He flexed his arm proudly and lightly placed the glass down without a sound. "Do you know anyone that could tell me what this mark is?" the wolf asked softly. "My dad might. He helped me understand mine." the lion cub showed the imprint on his lower back. "It's very bright and to me it looks like an upside-down shield." Crest examined the lion's birthmark and gotten exited for some reason. "Well it has similar patterns like mine." he thought. "Thanks, I'll need to visit your father. Do you mind taking me to him?" the wolf wished all his questions would be answered. The more exited Crest got, the more his mark throbbed.
"We're here." the lion cub turned to Crest and looked up at the wolf. "You look very strong. So, try to ignore some of the things my dad says." "Ok?" Crest scratched his golden head, confused. The lion cub trotted off leaving the wolf to enter the house. "Hello?!" Crest shouted inside a living room. A door opened and a mid-aged lion walked in. "Hello. Oh, you have a Mark on you!" the easy going lion became thrilled and business-like after glancing at the wolf's tattoo. "How old are you? How do you feel?" the lion ran to Crest bombarding the startled wolf with questions. "Whoa! Slow down. Yes, this is one of those 'marks', I'm 18, and I feel fine. I came here to know what this tattoo means." the blue wolf held the frantic lion in place and slowly released him. "If you're 18 years old then you can use your Mark. hmm." the lion examined the wolf after taking Crest's shirt off. First sight of the blue wolf's muscular body made the lion daydream a bit. "Umm, oh, right." Crest could clearly tell the lion was distracted but didn't know why. The lion returned to reality and reexamined Crest's tattoo. "Your Mark can summon something but I can't put my finger on what. My son's Mark was more obvious to figure out but yours is a puzzle still. But if you're 18, then you can use your Mark anytime. To do so, you focus on it or get an intense emotion." "That's it? Just a little so called magic?!" Crest raised his voice questioning the lion. He put his shirt back on and started to leave the room. "Wait! I wasn't lying that whatever power you now have can be used right now. I may not know what your Mark does but...can you rest in my house?" the researcher and master of the house almost protested, calming himself and the wolf down. The blue wolf stopped in a doorway and thought. He crossed his arms and nodded. "Ok, but if you bother me, you're dead." the lion swallowed his dreams and led the way. He led the wolf to a yellowish room that contained a door on every wall. They entered though one which a queen sized bed and a wooden lamp post was to the right. The door on the opposite side led to a bathroom and a door next to it on a different wall went to the backyard. The last door was a closet. The room would've been bare if a very decorative dresser didn't stand next to the bathroom door. The size of the room was half a baseball diamond. "Nice house though..." Crest whispered to himself. The older Fur left the room before the younger could ask more questions. The blue wolf lain down on the bed thinking of more questions to ask. He sighed and stood up, undressing himself. He flexed and stretched a bit then slowly sat down in the bed, his muscles brimming all the while. He wasn't bloated with muscles in the way that the muscles themselves would burst. Just enough muscle to clearly tell that he was well fit. The wolf fell upon his back and sighed. As strong as his body and mind was he always felt something missing. He never had someone by his side after leaving his pack. Crest fell asleep feeling empty and wishing for someone to be with. His tattoo responded to the wolf's wish, shining white.
"I knew that his Mark could summon because I've met someone already that had a similar Mark. But this wolf's Mark is just confusing...maybe I'll find out in the morning..." the lion thought and gave up tired of the day. He walked down a hall and was almost knocked down by a quake that shook the house. He hit his head on a table and wondered what the flash quake was all about. He gave up on that too as he managed his way to his bed.
Crest slept though the quake. His tattoo no longer shined white. Instead, it emitted dark glittering orbs. Crest shuffled and groaned feeling his fur being moved. The wolf sat up rubbing the sleepies out of his eyes. When he opened his eyes, Crest saw a strange but appealing creature. He noticed his strong interest and covered himself with a blanket, not knowing why he felt like this. The creature had dark short fur, stood at 7 feet tall, and had two, what seemed to be, tails that are about 7 feet long. Both tails were white but one was slightly longer than the other and had a set of bright blue blades along it. The mystery Fur's body was covered with blue, always vertical streaks. Crest noticed a tattoo exactly like his but white on the strange Fur. Its head looked similar to a wolf's. The dark Fur's eyes remained closed the whole time the blue wolf examined it. Crest looked at his tattoo wondering why it wasn't throbbing in his excitement. His tattoo continued to emit dark flickering orbs. The wolf almost yelped in fright but didn't remembering that the other Fur had the same markings as he did. Crest stood, his erection full and firm 9 inches as he dropped the blanket that covered him without care. He stood at 6'10" feet in height and 10 feet away from the guest. The wolf smiled seeing that his guest was also naked. He stepped back suddenly in shock when he saw a pure sapphirine ring in the other Fur's right ear and a partly full member. "I expressed strong feelings for another guy?" Crest couldn't stop admiring the strange Fur though. The wolf took a step toward the dark male. The guest's eyes opened sharply and Crest caught a strange aroma. The wolf knew it came from the other Fur and slowly smiled. Beads of pre formed on the virgin wolf's erection, giving off a soft musk of the wolf. The other Fur locked its bright soft green eyes with the wolf's dark deep green eyes. All Crest thought was how honestly beautiful the other's eyes were as both stood rigidly. They stood for what seemed to be hours. Crest's erection throbbed with pain and the wolf couldn't wait. He took a step towards the mystifying Fur. Before he could take another, the other Fur's bladed tail moved between his legs and wrapped around Crest's waist. None of the blades touched the wolf as it pulled him to the owner of the tail. The beads of pre on the tip of the wolf's erection trickled down the warm spire when it touched the other's member. The creature, well in control, became shocked to see his own erection grow. "Give me a name and tell me your's, master." the creature's voice sounded throughout the room, strong and deep. The creature pointed to thier tattoos. "My name is Crest, and I will call you," he paused trying to think strait in his ecstasy. "Styx," Styx smiled to his master's voice "after my father...the only one who truly cared for me..." Crest added in thought "Then let me do one of me duties to you, Crest" Styx lifted the wolf off the ground with his tail and lay himself down on the bed. With both tails between his legs, Styx farther lifted the wolf and 'introduced' Crest to his erection. Crest whimpered a bit feeling the warm member against his virgin tail. Styx pulled the wolf down and thrusted his stiff member into Crest. The wolf howled in pain and joy, taking in the pulsating member. Crest grabbed his flaming erection, but before he could do anything, Styx pumped his seed into the wolf. That put the wolf off its limit not ready for anything. Crest howled again, releasing his seed over both males' chests. Styx lifted the wolf off his member and dropped him on the bed. Crest was still leaking his seed and wanted to return the love with revenge. He grabbed Styx's waist and swiftly connected. Styx roared demonically in pleasure feeling himself invaded by the wolf's still firm and leaking erection. Cum splashed and roped every limb of thier bodies as Crest removed his ending climax from Styx.
After he cooled down, Crest licked his cum off of Styx and himself clean. The wolf lain down next to his partner and fell asleep. Styx never felt something so honest inside him. It felt like he lived a thousand years and met his match. But he was a summoned being! How could he feel true feelings?! Styx lightly wrapped one of his tails around one of his master's ankles. The other tail, the bladed tail, curled over the wolf's waist, slid up to the neck, and rested the tip on both thier chests. The blades guarded the two new lovers, bonded by more than tattoos and magic.
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The Mark by michael crest
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"Fire Storm!"
A wall of fire bursts from the ground straight up into the air. I jump back to avoid the heat radiating from the massive flames.
"Aqua Strike!"
A flowing stream of water bursts from my paws aim at the enemies fire in an attempt to extinguish it. I succeed but as the fire from the smoke clears I see the enemy running away.
"He escaped...", I groan quietly aloud. "Coward."
He's a rat. Literally. Well...figuratively too. An all together rat. He wears black robes and a hood. He's tall, thin...you'd swear he was not much of a challenge at all by looking at him, but he's a powerful mage. But also a cheat. And a coward. BUt enough about that. I'll find him later. I have other, more serious enemies to deal with.
About myself. I'm a Japanese Wolf. I stand about 6 feet tall and wear traditional samurai robes. I have long hair pulled back into a pony tail. There's a piercing on my upper left ear and on my right eyebrow. I love my sword. My magical preference is water and since water attracts lightening I dabble in a little of that too. I love my sword. It's the source of my lightening abilities. I command water with my paws. Oh yes, my name is Bastian. Bastian Ookami.
A dark night follows that day The Rat got away. Full moon. Excellent. Being a wolf a full moon will enhance my powers a bit. The fuller the moon the better. How ironic that which make me stronger can also make me weaker. This is also a hinderance when it's cloudy and the moon doesn't shine as bright. Naturally clear days are good. Anyway, I'm running through the woods when I encounter one of my greater enemies. Deston is his name. He's a buck.
"Draw your sword, Bastion," he says with a deep, serious voice.
We both draw our swords. Deston is not a magic user. I make it a rule to not use magic on non-magic users. Where's the nobility in that? I'm a warrior first; mage second. Our swords glimmer in the moonlight. I clench my weapon tightly and charge towards the enemy as he runs toward me at an almost equal pace. Our swords clash together and our eyes meet. He is beautiful. A shame I must destroy him. We stare for only an instant and push ourselves away from each other both sliding backwards on our feet. We swing. The swords clash in the air, down to the ground, off to the side. The air again. The side again. The air. The ground. The side. I swipe my sword across his front side barely slicing through his shirt. Deston jumps high into the air. I can see his silhouette in the moonlight as he flies down toward me with the blade of his sword staring straight at me. He's fast. His teeth are tightly clenched together. His eyes are narrow. I quickly move to the right and wince as I feel a small piercing in my body. Deston's sword catches my left arm slightly. I swing my leg up and kick him down to the ground. He quickly jumps up and is ready to fight, hand to hand. I sheath my sword and prepare myself to do some real battle with Deston.
I start with a kick to his head but he blocks it with his arm. He punches with his free paw and I block it with my left arm. Another high kick in the air and I hit the right side of his head knocking him to the ground. He's bleeding lying on his back. He gets to his knees and tries an uppercut but I unsheath my sword slicing his arm off just above the elbow and then stabbing it through his chest. He falls to the ground and I pull my blade out, shake the blood off, and sheath my sword once more.
That encounter was too easy. But whatever. Time to move on. I gotta track down The Rat. He might be a coward, but he's smart. He's up to something...but what?
I race towards the hills. maybe I can find some information there on The Rat's whereabouts. Frida might know something. She's a loyal ally and always sees what's going on as she is a hawk and is constantly scouting out the local areas. Well...let's hope...
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Bastian 1: Encounter With a Buck by Bastian Ookami
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BromKell.Txt - M/M (Implied) - September 25, 2003
A short piece about furries passing in the night By Kellin (cl) 2003 - Gay Furry Association
Dedicated to Brom - Forever means Forever
Kellin Sighs as he returns to find his mate asleep. They have not had much luck being together.. But at lest he is Here. Undressing, the buck slides in next to the bruin, kissing a nipple. Giggling as a big hand grips his butt. Snuggles with his hairy love. Sighs as he caresses the firm bear-butt.
It was so sudden - Being asked by this hunk to be his mate. Of course he said Yes.. Even though their schedules didn't leave much time for being together. And to have the big male Move in.. He was So happy. He squeezes his mate's rear - Still is. Slips his hand over the furry hip and down to caress the fat balls. Giggles at another groan.
He can't help it.. He loves his bear's body so much. Brom never wakes up, more's the pity. He glances at his right hand yet again. No ceremony, no rings, nothing but heartfelt words and a deep kiss.. And it was More than Kellin could have asked for. They both knew what they were getting. Pushing the bear on his back, the buck strokes the fat sheath, eyes closed, head on his love's chest.
"Forever.. I said it and I meant it. Yes it hurts to know I missed you by a few minutes, or when I don't see you for a week.. Then have to steal a few minutes from your busy day to kiss you. Or have you kiss me. Even when you are not here I can reach my hand out and touch the spot where you lay.. Smell your musk and sweat. Feel the warmth of your body. Long to hold you when you return."
The buck licks a nipple, giggling.. He tends to babble when he gets emotional. A tear runs down his muzzle, hitting the dark fur. Fear, frustration, lust.. So many things run through the male when he touches his lover.. Slipping a leg around the thicker one he rubs his butt along the sheath, closing his eyes - Waiting.
Waiting for his love to awaken. Waiting for the time the fates will allow them time to be together. Waiting for Prince Charming to awaken and turn into a rutting bear and pound his twink ass into the bed.. Lying over the still sleeping male, he sighs softly, holds the big hand against his rump.
"For as long as you will have me, I am yours."
Kellin kisses his love and snuggles against the strong broad chest.. Waiting for the snort that will tell him the male is waking.. Or the slap on his butt that says, "I am here - Wake up Lover."
The End
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Bromkell by SwampRat
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On the Half-Shell Marcus slipped down the rocks. “Ow” he cried, sliding his foot against something sharp, a small shell. He reached down, his fingers coming back bloodied from a gash where the shell had sliced his foot. “Damn it, now how am I going to get back to the car?” He kicked the offending shell off the rock with his other foot.
The cut didn’t seem deep, but it throbbed. He tried to set his foot back down but just touching the rock sent searing pain through his body. Gritting his teeth struggled to stand anyway, and found himself toppling over, falling into the waist deep water off the rocks. A second attempt was no more successful as his legs gave way, almost as if they couldn’t support his weight. Worse, he felt trapped against the rock, his heels wedged firmly as his head barely stayed above the lapping water of the bay. The small waves crashing against his chest making it a struggle to breath, or even to call out.
A creeping sensation grew over him. He couldn’t feel his legs. They seemed to be melting under him. The back of his legs and torso now itched horribly. He tried to flail his arms, but they barely flopped around, unresponsive. Worse, they seemed to be changing, one shrinking away, the other swelling into a mass of soft flesh that absorbed his fingers as if they never were. Below him the mass that sat beneath had swallowed up to his knees, and more of him seemed to give way each moment. His hips were already splaying out, and his vision was blurring, going dark. He tried to get air, but his lungs wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, it felt as if he were breathing through the sides of his chest each time the water rushed over him.
He could feel his skin begin to ooze slightly, a bubbly mucus that was both sticky and slimy all at once. His mind was cracking, conscious thought was slipping further from his grasp. His stomach itched, grit from the waves caught in tender folds. His chest caved in, collapsing into the soft mass of flesh and mucus. Gone were his senses save of touch and motion. What remained of his body melded into the single oozing mass.
The last thing he felt was the great weight that lay upon his back, blocking the unforgiving sun from his sensitive skin. His mind now driving to the most primitive of things; food and safety. The hard shell closed, protecting his soft nature. The grains inside him coated and growing.
“Mommy! Mommy! Look at this one!”
“Wow, that is a big one! I wonder if it has a pearl in it?”
“Let’s crack it open and find out!”
Had Marcus still be able to comprehend anything beyond the tides and the water around him, he would have known fear. As it was, death came for him anyway.
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When this life started the people I saw were odd and rude. All they did was insult me and call me rude. I am starting to get annoyed with the things that they say. I also think that I am going mad. I look at photographs and paintings and all I see is this one set of mountains. I have a feeling that I am going to go there soon. Well, that is it for today. 1-17-1967.
It has been a few weeks now and I still just see those mountains. I have just decided to go and look for them. I packed my satchel and I am leaving in two days time. I have not told my parents about this. I am thinking about telling them that I am staying at a friends house. I just hope that they say yes. 2-21-1967
Well, it's my first night in the forest. I heard this odd noise come from a tree and it is creeping me out. I think that it is a bat but I don't want to find out. But a good thing is I made a fire using this thing my dad gave me. Apparently you have to clash a rock against it and it sparks a fire. I also brought some food and a knife with me. I just hope that all goes well. 3-3-1996
I just had my first kill today. I ran out of food yesterday and I had to kill a rabbit. I am really glad my father taught me all of this stuff. It's kind of like he knew I was going to do this. I actually miss him. I never liked dad because he taught me that stuff, but now I'm thankful that he did. The rabbit was hard to track down, but I managed to get it. I need more than that if I'm going to make it now. 3-14-1996
I did it. I finally reached the mountains. They are more beautiful than they looked in my visions. Where exactly I am I do not know. But I know that I got here through instinct. There are completely different trees here than there was at home. There are still the same animals though. I am starting to think that a storm is rolling in. I hear thunder in the distance. 4-25-1967
My shelter that I made yesterday got struck by lightning. I don't know how it happened but it did. This storm has been going on for days now. I am thinking about going back home. I miss my warm bed and my parents. But something is just pulling me near the peak of the third mountain. It is odd because I sometimes see lights coming from the top. I feel weird. 4-30-1967
I made it to the top today. I am exhausted from the climb. This voice keeps calling to me. Begging me to come to her. The voice is coming from those lights that I saw a few days before. I saw them again last night too. I really think I am going insane. I hope that I can get home soon. I don't like this mountain now. It scares me. I need to turn around. 5-5-1967
There is a hut at this peak. I found out that it was what the voices and lights came from. I went in and there was a strange old lady there she said that she would help me get home if I did something for her. I said yes. She told me to go into the basement in two days and kill her pet. I am really scared right now. I think I'll try running tonight. 5-10-1967
I went to the basement today and I found out that her "pet" was a grown man. I told her that I would not do it. Then she said that if I didn't she would kill me. I want out of this house *now*. I want to go home and hug my parents. This is my final entry so good bye and so long. I hope that my parents find this and find out about my struggle. Sincerely yours, Marriah Jones. 5-13-1967
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The Diary of Marriah by Wulfsbain
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Text: I waited nervously in the waiting room. I drummed my fingers together. It was a nervous tick of mine. My heart was beating faster. A million thoughts whizzed through my head. What if this works? How will my life change? Do I want it to change? "Kayley Choan?" My heart skipped a few dozen beats. I stood up. "Dr. Williams will see you now." I gulped as I entered his office. He was sitting behind his desk, talking on the phone with someone. He was mid to late 30s, with brown hair and glasses. When he saw me, he smiled. He seemed nice enough. "I'll call you back." He said to whoever was on the other line. He stood up to shake my hand. "You must be Kayley. I'm Michael." "Nice to meet you." I squeaked. We sat down. "I assume from your lack of references that no one knows you're here." "I just...wasn't sure if this was going to work." I stammered. "Don't worry. You'll learn to trust me. My methods always produce results." I sighed in relief. I was that much closer to my dream. "So what can I do for you?" He asked. "I want to be able to fly." I got straight to the point. Michael raised his eyebrows. "Well now," He said. "That seems doable." I almost burst with excitement. I leapt out of my seat. "Really? You can do that for me?" "Absolutely." He smiled. I thanked him about a million times. After all the contract signing, I went home to pack my bags. Michael visited my parents and told them that I was going to a "special" college. He even had a brochure whipped up. They totally bought it. I moved into the campus and got a super fancy apartment. "I want my students to receive maximum comfort." Michael had said. I chilled out for a few days and got to know my surroundings. Then it was time for the injection. We were in Michael's lab as he prepared the cocktail. "And this will make me fly?" I asked as he injected me. "There will be some side effects first, but eventually, you will fly." I smiled. DAY 1 When I woke up the next morning, the first thing that gripped me was how hungry I was. My belly was rumbling so loudly, I'm shocked it didn't wake up the whole campus. I dressed hurriedly and rushed down to the cafeteria, where Michael was waiting for me. "How are we feeling today?" He asked. "Starving." I responded. "I figured. Which is why I brought this." He motioned to a mile high stack of pancakes in front of me, topped with a pillar of butter and a river of syrup. "Dig in." He said simply. I seized the knife and fork and wolfed down the top of the stack. It was so delicious; I could've eaten it forever. Three hours later, and the entire stack of fifty-three pancakes was in my swollen belly. I belched a loud belch and didn't even excuse myself. I was too content to care about manners. "That was amazing." I moaned happily. "Care for some bacon?" Michael handed me a plate of about a hundred sticks of bacon. I greedily shoved the plate in my mouth. Even after that, I was still hungry, so Michael tempted me with a whole ham, a box of Oreos, and five hot fudge sundaes. I ate all of it. By the time I was done, I realized that it was ten o'clock at night. I had spent the whole day eating. And yet... I still wasn't satisfied. But, anyway, I felt tired, so I decided to turn in. As I left my seat, I noticed something. My ass, once admittedly small, had expanded to fill up the very large seat. I had a little trouble getting out of the seat. Oh well, I thought. Maybe it was a side effect. But as I got back to the apartment and undressed myself, I noticed that I was looking a little pudgier than normal. In fact, my belly was hanging over my panties. I thought nothing of it and went to bed, my tummy still growling. DAY 2 The next morning, I was hungrier than ever. There was a knock on my door. "Come in." I called, too lazy to get out of bed. The door opened and Michael entered, trailing a load of carts behind him, each one loaded with silver trays. I started to drool. "I thought yesterday was rather wasted at the cafeteria, so I thought I'd let you eat in today." He lifted the tops off of the platters revealing plate after plate of delicious food. My eyes widened in awe. "Enjoy." Michael bowed to me as if I were some sort of goddess. "Michael," I stood up and showed him my enlarged body in my underwear. "Do I look fat to you?" Michael hardly registered me. "Not fat, just chubby." He closed the door as he left. Chubby. I can live with that. I started to dig in. Pound after pound of delicious food entered my body. Waiters and waitresses came in to switch out the food every once in a while. I decided to take a break after the fifth hour of my feast. I showered and tried to dress, but my jeans wouldn't fit. Although, I briefly got a pair on before the button burst off. All that fit me were my sweats. I knew something was wrong. I waddled down to Michael's office and entered. "What's happening to me?" I asked innocently. Michael looked up at me and his mouth fell open in shock. "Don't try to schmooze me up, I know I'm fat." I admitted pathetically. Michael bit his lip. Then he retrieved a book from his desk and handed it to me. I took it. It was The Very Hungry Caterpillar. "I suggest that you study that." He said as he handed me a box filled to the brim with gooey chocolate chip cookies. "As well as this." "GIMMEE!" I screamed and began munching on my way back to my room. I barely glanced at the book. I was too busy seeing how many Hershey's bars I could fit into my mouth. (Ten, by the way.) As I started to drift off, more waiters entered with more plates of food. I suddenly forgot why I was here in the first place as I continued gorging. DAY 3 Michael entered. "How's my little eater today?" "Little?" After last night's extravaganza, my body had grown beyond recognition. I was nothing but a giant ball of fat in my living room. My clothes exploded off me a few hours ago, so I was totally naked, my beach ball sized breasts swinging free. My arms and legs and neck had dissolved into my fat, so I had a tiny head, tiny hands, and tiny feet sticking out of my mass. I took up the entire living room in space. Michael was ecstatic. "My my, you've grown into a beautiful balloon!" "Beautiful?" I demanded. "You call this beautiful? I'm too fat to move! How can I ever be expected to fly?" "Don't worry. You will." "How? I'm nothing but a ball of fat!" "No, you're just a very hungry caterpillar." "I am hungry..." I realized. "Which is why I brought this." Michael handed me a slice of my favorite pizza: Onions, peppers and sausage. I started to drool again. As the slice inched closer and closer to my mouth, I finally regained my self-control. "No!" I said firmly. "I control my body. Not the other way around! I'm not going to eat this perfectly delicious slice of heavenly..." Too late. In no time, the entire slice of pizza was stuffed in my puffy cheeks. I chewed for what seemed like ages, soaking in the heavenly flavor. As I swallowed, the strangest feeling hit my belly. It took me a while to recognize it. It was the feeling of being full. My skin tightened and I started to jiggle violently. My body was too big for my skin. I was going to explode. "I think I'm full now." I said before my world went blank. DAY 4 My eyes snapped open. All I could see was the inside of the strange mass that encased my head. I couldn't feel my body, only my face. It was silent as a tomb. "Hello?" I called out. Then I saw a silhouette on the outside of the mass. It knocked on the mass, emitting a hollow sound. "Hello." "Michael? Where am I? I thought I exploded." "Far from it. You merely outgrew your skin. Your body wrapped itself in a cocoon. Your metamorphosis is going to be quite something. And to answer your question, you're currently hanging form a tree in the garden." 'I can't feel my body!" I cried out. "You will soon." Michael said as he left. I then sat in my cocoon for what felt like forever. Then I felt it. The wonderful feeling of my metamorphosis. I moaned happily as feeling returned to my arms, my legs. I can't describe how good my transformation felt. Then it stopped. DAY 5 Cracks started to appear in my cocoon. The cracks spread and spread. Since I had feeling in my arms again, I could press on the wall of my cocoon and try to get out. It didn't budge at first, but I applied more pressure and finally, it burst open. I winced as the sun hit my eyes. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Michael standing in front of me in the garden, just like he said. I slowly stepped out of my cocoon. The grass felt wonderful on my bare feet. Cool air caressed my naked body. "Would you like to see what you look like?" Michael didn't wait for me to answer. He positioned a floor length mirror in front of me so I could see my new body. I gasped in surprise when I first saw myself. My head was the same, but the rest of me was beautiful. It looked like someone had posted my head on a supermodel's body. I was taller and more slender. My arms and legs were long and thin, yet muscular. My breasts were larger and you could poke your eye out on my large nipples. Then I noticed them. The large, beautiful wings sticking out from my back. I froze when I saw them. They were yellow with black spots all over them. The pattern was mesmerizing. It didn't take me long to realize that I had control over them and I flapped them a few times. I turned around to see my back. The pattern was even more beautiful on the back. I also got a glimpse of my perfect backside. My ass was bigger than normal, but not in a fat sense. In a "Damn, look at her butt!" sense. "Now do you understand?" Michael began. "You had to become a hungry caterpillar before you could become a beautiful butterfly." "A beautiful butterfly." I repeated in wonder. "I am beautiful." "Would you like to give your new body a test drive?" I nodded furiously. I knew exactly what to do. Using my new, powerful legs, I kicked off the ground and flew into the air. Then I let my wings do the work. Before long, I was up in the air doing 360s and spins. I glided through the garden and whooshed past Michael. "WHEEEEEE!!" I cried out to the sky. I couldn't believe it. I was flying. I climbed higher, into the clouds. I reached out and touched the clouds. I even flew past a plane and waved high to a little girl looking out the window. I was well aware that I was probably giving that little girl a complex, but I didn't care. I was too happy in the sky.
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(When we last left off Vicky and Vince did the nasty, and a horse pulled up infront of the house)
Granny knocked on the door. (Vicky saw her thru El Window :p) The Woman was in a skimpy out fit herself, mini skirt, loose blouse that showed her cleavage, and her hair covered in a bandanna, her long greyish silver hair reaching down her shoulders, Nice brown fur for a Dog morph.
"Come in Granny!" Red shouted from the bed, laying into vinces arms under the blankets, her head resting on his chest.
Granny opend the door and looked towards her bed and gasped to see her friend laying naked in her bed with a Big Bad Wolf. She didnt get nervous since Red seemed safe even in the Wolf's arms.
"This is Vince, I met him on the way here. he pulled a trick on me and got me into bed with him." Vicky smiled as she hugged his arms.
"Wanna join in Granny?" Vince grinned toothily at the Dog in the doorway.
Granny got a bright smile on her face and then kicked off her shoes and crawled into the bed. she pulled back the covers and then took in the musk that was left by the two in the bed. She quickly removed her clothes and then slid herself against Red, kissing her deeply when they met eye to eye.
Vince's sheath firming up as he gently fondled Red's breasts and watched as the two women made out infront of him. He then leaned down and gently whispered into Red's ear, makeing her giggle. She sat up and with a few last kisses to Granny she leant down between his legs and gently licked at the fur surrounding his rapidly hardening cock. He also received the same treatment from Ganny from time to time, sometimes both. Then Vicky grabbed the sheath and pulled it back exposeing Vince's long wolf cock. She slowly took as much as the top as she could and began to suckle on it as Granny moved under her and then lapped at his scrotum. Vince leaned his head back and moaned as the women licked and suckled at his Throbbing cock. he gently bucked his hips against them. Vicky tightly used her thumb and index finger to tighten around his cock and pump it up and down. Vince groand loudly as his cock pulsed and began to shoot out wad aftre white wad of cum, Both the girls opening their mouthes and catching as much cum as they could.
Red was licking off of what was left when Granny rolled her onto her back and then craweld untop of Red, straddleing her face. Red licked deeply into granny, while Granny got between her legs and began to lick into Red's pussy as well. Vince saw the slight wiggle of Granny's ass and then got in position behind her. Granny's anus was tight, but his still cum coverd cock was enough lubrication to enter her orifice. Granny groaned and gritted her teeth as Vince pumped into her at a slow pace. Red Getting a good veiw of Vince's Balls slapping against Granny's pussy. Red would sometimes lick Vince's Scrotum, but she liked to lick his anus. The sudden intrusion was too much for Vince, he then Cummed hard into Granny's anus, Slamming hard and fast into her. Then The girls Cummed hard and all three of them slumped and cuddled.
The Moans and screams could be heard in the forest. The sounds were heard by a Woodsman. He followed the sounds and then came across the house. He peeked in the fogged up window and he could see the women cuddleing up to the wolf. He thought that he had them under his craftyness, so he loaded his gun and busted down the door, startleing the three. Vince was nearly shitting himself as the rifle was pointed at him. The gun fired and Vince ducked, the head board of the bed exploded. As the Woodsman was reloading his rifle, Vicne grabbed his clothes and blitzed the fuck out of the house. The Woodsman followed the Wolf deep into the forest. While the Girls were pouting as their boy toy ran off in a hurry.
The End Email me readers -stands on a platform, Thousands of fireworks shoot into the air and and orchesta plays, and a large church Cior sings EMAILL!-
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Little Red Riding Hood 2 by The Big Bad Wolf
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Text: A waft of burnt pumpkin followed the moonlight between the curtains. As the cool, white light crept across the carpet, its iridescent glow glinted off ceramic straighteners and boxes of makeup. Eventually the moon lowered enough to beam over the large double bed in the middle of the room. As the light crawled across the covers, the slender figure occupying the bed shifted to face away from the window.
As the bed creaked under its moving occupant, the sound stirred another creature that dwelled below it. Amongst the shadows under the bed, two bright, orange eyes appeared from within a contorted pile of scaly limbs. Slowly the creature began to uncurl, the smell of flame cooked pumpkin reminding it of its purpose. With a creaking yawn, the scaly monster bore an arc of razor sharp teeth. It then stretched its muscular limbs before arching its spiny back. As the monster changed stance, the row of spikes lining its spine pressed between the boards of the bed and into the soft mattress. The creature froze.
There was a sudden shuffling atop the bed, then and edgy silence.
The monster gritted its teeth. 'Damn!'
Having failed the stealth approach, the monster slouched, its eyes dimming slightly. Almost reluctantly, the monster crawled out from beneath the bed. Keeping a low profile as it glanced around the girly room. This wasn't going to be much fun now...
In a last ditch attempt at dramatisation, the monster shot upright beside the bed, holding its arms menacingly above its head while emitting a deep growl from its open jaws.
As if punctured with a pin, the monster's stature deflated. Its eyes came upon its victim who was pre-emptively employing the cover tactic. Utterly hidden beneath the thick duvet, the bed's occupant was now completely untouchable by monsters.
The monster stared down at the mound in the middle of the bed. It watched as the duvet rose and fell with the breathing of the person inside it. Suddenly the monster had an idea.
Noticing its target had also implemented the snorkel technique (using a simple scuba snorkel to avoid suffocation beneath particularly thick covers) the monster slowly stepped around the room, tip toeing around glossy magazines and underwear, until it was on the side of the bed with the snorkel.
The monster bent over, listening to the rhythmic breaths that went in and out of the snorkel. Opening its jaws, the monster slowly leant over until the snorkel was in its mouth. It took in a deep breath before biting the snorkel and blowing into it.
There was little resistance as the air flowed down the snorkel, almost instantly the covers on the bed rose by about a foot. The monsters orange eyes sparkled as it drew a second breath. It bit down again and blew harder this time. The muffled sound of air entering a balloon came from beneath the duvet. The covers rose even more this time, now forming a dome shape.
The monster, now very excited, continued blowing into the snorkel until the mound under the covers was almost two meters in diameter. It watched as the duvet rose up atop its inflating occupant. Drawing deeper and deeper breaths, the monster blew as much air as it could into its victim until they were no longer covered.
The bottom of a big round blob was now visible beneath the square duvet. The monster licked its lips upon seeing the victims, smooth stretched underbelly. It furiously blew more and more air into the snorkel until the sound of creaking rubber emanated from the expanding sphere. A particularly deep breath caused two swollen balloons to burst out of a laced bra below the snorkel.
However the duvet still hid the victim's head, the snorkel poking out from under it. The monster could see the cover starting to slide though... just a few more puffs.
The victim's body creaked and groaned as it grew too big. Pumped with vast volumes of air, the enormous sphere wobbled about on top of the bed. The monster continued to blow as much air as it could into the snorkel, its eyes focused on the slipping duvet.
'Just a little bigger, and the duvet will' BANG!
The monster was thrown backward as its victim exploded like an overinflated balloon. Rags of flesh scattered around the room as the duvet fell back down onto the bed.
'Oops' Thought the monster, a pair of laced underwear draped over its nose.
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The mockingbird, black, white, and grey (with the loopy-loop lumbering of a WW1 fighter plane), landed on a crooked limb (of, this, an oak tree). He was a virtuoso. Looking for new sounds to mimic ... mimic ... mocker-mock!
And, here, he found ...
... two furs!
On the ground, the furs. In the green grass. In the cool, fanning shade. On an April day (in a heat which passion made). Bare, they were, in this farmland ... in their rural way. Not a cell phone. Not a car. No distractions. Nothing to make them stray.
There was a mouse (a male mouse). Honey tan.
And there was a bat (a femme bat). Colored pink.
And, oh, what things they were working at!
Behind the house, this spot beneath this tree. In front of the pastures (fenced by low-lying electric fences). Across from the dusty gravel road (and the sloping alfalfa fields). Under a blue, cloud-spotted sky. The clouds the fluffy, puffy kind. Making them look like islands up there. Perhaps, the mocker thought, when I am done collecting new sounds ... I shall visit those sky-islands. Perhaps that is where heaven is found! Mocker-mock, he thought.
But, for now, the mockingbird, on his natural perch ... was not entranced by the beauty of the day. Or the prime (and the pulsing) of spring. But, rather, this sweaty, furry fling ...
... with the tangled limbs and grasping paws and pants and huffs. And all those good stuffs!
Neither could seem to get enough!
Mocker-mock, thought the mockingbird. (He often loved to think this.) And he listened to the sounds.
Sounds of ...
" ... mm ... mm ... "
Those must be pleasure moans, the mocker realized. The panting, eyes-closed kind ... the 'my tail's going limp' kind ... the curling toes kind.
"Uh ... uhn ... " A huff. "Huh!"
Pleasure groans, those ... mm ... the back-arching, open-muzzle kind. The 'clutch at fur desperately' kind. The 'I need a drink of water' kind ...
Groans and moans. And who was doing what? The mocker, to get a better look, peered down, unblinking ... too curious to be rationally thinking!
... rather, watching the mouse's furry, pert rump. And the motion of ...
... hump, hump ... hump!
So sturdy, the motion, of the mouse ... who was between the femme's legs. Lying on top of his obvious love. And her legs, they latched, and her arms ... were around his back. With such ease! They had obviously done this before ... though the mouse seemed shy, and ... she kept whispering into his ears. As if encouraging him.
And, oh, the mouse seemed to love her!
Perhaps, the mocker mused, pink furs are ... love? But the mouse isn't pink. His is earthy-hued. This, to the mocker, made no sense. In the bird world, the MALES were colorful. The females had the drab plumage. With these two furs, it was the opposite ...
... and the femme didn't seem to mind her mate's lack of bold coloring.
"Mm ... "
"Huh ... uh ... "
The mocker raptly memorized these sounds! He would soon be the envy of all birds! For these sounds .. Were of such pleasure. Such love. A good thing for sounds to be made of. Oh, he would sit on many a fence-post and tree-limb ... and sing, sing, sing.
And new sounds ...
... squeaks! Ooh, squeaks!
"Squeaky-squeak ... squeak ... "
Coming from the mouse. How cute! How light and airy, and ... how delicate. He squeaked more. His mouse-hood was inside the bat ... in a hot, wet space. And the mouse was moving himself in and out. Rocking his hips to hers (his mouse-hood, as it moved, making a squelching sound in her femininity ... a soft, sucking sound). The mouse was doing all this ... as if he couldn't help it. Squeaking ... as if he couldn't help it.
What is the bat doing to him, the mocker thought with a mental frown, that has got this rodent so helpless? But the bird only need watch ... to realize that the mouse was, yes, helpless. But WILLINGLY so. Oh ... the rodent's blue-grey eyes were halfpen. Were glazed.
Huff-huff ...
The mocker was fascinated! He had never seen mammals ... making love. Never seen furs doing this. An educational lesson, to be sure. They looked quite pleased ...
"Squeak ... squeak ... "
The femme smiled. And countered with a chitter. Licking her dripping, readying fangs (with a slurp-slurp).
... squelch ...
Slurp!
"Chitter-chitter!"
"Squeak!"
"Chitter!"
" ... mm ... mmm ... "
" ... oh!"
In the background, the air conditioner in their bedroom window ... went hum-hum-hum ... hum-hum-hum ...
And the breeze breathed in the leaves in the trees.
And the bees buzzed and hovered among the pink and yellow tulips.
And the small propeller plains sporadically went through the sky, going, "Motor-motor!"
And varied songbirds.
And, somewhere, out there ... flowing creek water, and ...
... oh, the furs!
Louder, they got.
"Uh ... uh! Oh ... "
Slurp! The bat took to licking at his neck. Matting at his fur. Slurp-slurp. Lick ... lick ...
Sigh ...
Lick ...
Squelch!
B-b-bite!
"Uhn! Mm ... " The mouse quaked, eyes watering shut. With a heavy blink. Water-water.
"Mm ... mmm ... " The bat's fangs burying.
The mocker's eyes widened five-fold. She is BITING that male! He was ready to fly down there and stop her ... but ... the mouse didn't seem to be in pain. Rather, he seemed to be in MORE pleasure than before ... and she seemed to be sharing it. They seemed to share a certain air, now ... as if ... they were one fur. Feeling, reacting to the very same things ... in the very same ways. This was FAR beyond the mocker's comprehension. Furs are so strange, he thought ...
... but ... even so, he couldn't stop watching. They were so varied. So interesting.
Couldn't stop ...
... listening.
Listening.
Cries an' whimpers. Whimper ...
Pants an' huffs. Pant-pant ... tongues wetting fur. Saliva strings trailing. Her teeth still in his neck, and ...
... fur on fur. Fur on grass.
Paw groping rump (groping harder upon each hump).
Thin tail side-winding in the air, like a loose electrical wire.
Whiskers twitching.
Pink eyes opening, closing ...
Hump ... hump ... tight, furry sac lightly slapping between her spread legs. Where she was pinkest. Where her fur was shortest (and softest, like velvet). Flesh and muscle ...
The mouse writhing, almost wheezing ... but, in reality, engaged in high-pitched squeaking. Unable to stop. Higher pitches! Was this a sign of something ... it seemed to be ...
Echo-bursts! From her. Vibrating in the air. Bouncing off the mocker, and ... he froze. Froze. She knows I'm here!
And she did, now, indeed ... now he was there ... her involuntary echo-bursts (sent out as knee-jerk reactions to her pleasure) ... they'd detected a mockingbird in the tree in whose shade they now made love. How curious, she thought. Mockingbirds have ... pretty ... songs ... ah, ah ...
"Ah ... ah ... "
The mocker relaxed. She wasn't going to shoo him away. Was going to let him stay ...
"Oh ... "
Grunts an' groans an' gasps. And grasps!
Stretches!
Sweating silently ... with each sigh. Sweaty sighs ... fur matted. Fur caressed. Fur glinting in the light.
Claws digging into dirt ... for purchase.
"Adelaide ... ah ... uh ... " Twitches.
Sighs! "Oh, Field ... "
Squeaks an' chitters ... an' ...
... ORGASM! Eye-squeezing, breath-stealing ... fireworks of pure, physical pleasure ... pleasure. Satisfaction. Emotional, loving reaction!
Spasms. Twitches. Gurgles. Wriggles. Moans. Clutches.
Two furry bodies, male and female, entwined, sweating, rising, falling ... in shared intimacy. In this.
Oh, the mocker wished to clap his wings and ... sing his appreciation! What a performance! Oh, what a symphony they'd made!
Oh, what a flurry of furry fury (the GOOD kind of fury ... the outf-control, passionate, lively type).
Breathe!
Breathe ...
... breathe ...
The mouse and bat seemed to settle. Seemed to quiet. Cuddling softly, weakly. Whispering, "I love you" to each other. Over and over. Swallowing. Gulping. Panting. Whispering more, "I love you's" ... and the nuzzling. Sniffing. Noses sniffing. Flaring. Breathing deep. They seemed to be wanting to fall asleep ... in each other's arms. In the growing daylight in the middle of this countryside. Good thing they were in the shade! The mocker wouldn't wish their pink noses and ears to get sunburned ... oh, but they were in their own, dreamy world. A world everyone dreamed of (daily) ...
They were in love. Purely. Happy.
Out of reach of society.
Beneath the blanket of creation. And the Almighty.
The mocker lingered, but then ... alight! He launched, and swooped away, ringing out mimics of frogs and crickets and cardinals and orioles and ... mouses and bats (and ALL their happy sounds). Before today, he'd never realized ...
... furs can be virtuosos, too!
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Mocker-Mock by Squirrel
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1. THE CHALLENGE
When I entered the 'Yum Yum Club' I saw her sitting at the bar, a young woman with half-long blonde hair, a beautiful face and a gorgeous body. She wore a short skirt with a slit that showed two long shapely naked legs and the contours of a pair of firm buttocks. A low-cut little top let her pierced belly button free and the upper part of her full breasts. She wore no bra and her taut nipples stood out against the fabric. "My god, what a piece she is," I thought and my throat got dry.
As I passed she looked at me and smiled. I took a seat at the opposite side of the U-shaped counter, where I had a good view of her. Our eyes met and she smiled again. I ordered a beer and asked the barman to offer her a drink. He spoke to her whereupon she replied, shaking her head.
Then he returned to me. "The lady is waiting for her boyfriend, who may be here any moment. She regrets she can't accept your offer, but thanks you anyway."
I looked at her and she looked back with an apologizing expression on her face.
The 'Yum Yum Club' is what we in Holland call a 'brown' place, with wooden panelling and furniture, which creates an atmosphere of intimacy, cosiness and snugness.
It's a night club (adults only!) and every month, beginning on Friday, they have a new, mostly very daring floor show. I like those shows very much and, as it was the first Friday of the month, I was curious about this month's program.
Last month, June, there was that beautiful redhead. First she stripped until she was totally nude. After that she went backwards on hands and feet, opened her legs and gave us a good sight of her nice, shaved pussy. Then, oh my, her pussy lips parted and a white ping-pong ball popped out of her vagina and bounced on the floor.
Applause ... and two more balls popped out. Wow!
After that she lay down on her back, opened her legs again and put a cigarette between her pussy lips, which she lighted. I saw the tip of the cigarette glow as she inhaled. She removed the cigarette and a blew cloud of smoke out of her pussy. This she repeated several times.
Big applause ... and a last ping-pong ball shot out, at least six feet wide.
The audience went out of their minds...
A few months before there was the act of a naked man with an enormous penis, brought to erection by a ravishing nude young woman.
I had never seen such a huge cock before. It measured at least 12 inches. You should have seen the expression of awe on the face of the women in the audience, involuntarily biting and licking their lips.
"Such a giant cock inside my pussy, wow," you saw them imagining.
And thinking of my own 7 inches, which is not too bad - is it? - I felt like Tiny Tim.
Then the woman wound a chain around his genitals, whereupon he lifted weights with his upright member.
Between the lifting she kept his cock in good shape by stroking and sucking it from time to time and tickling his balls.
At last he lifted bucket full of water, at least 20 pounds, and walked around with it, unbelievable!
I didn't have to wait very long before the performers of this night were introduced, the O'Hara Sisters. They were very attractive identical twins, both with long auburn hair.
They sang Irish songs, most in Gaelic, while one of them played on a little harp. They had very beautiful voices and everybody was enchanted.
While singing they casually removed their dresses and went on singing in bra, G-string and girdle with long stockings and high heels.
Then they removed their bras, showing two pairs of perfect full breasts with taut pink nipples.
After that, they stepped out of their shoes, loosened their stockings, stepped out of their girdles and rolled their stockings down.
They put their shoes on again and sang and played further as if everything was quite normal.
Finally they stepped for the second time out of their shoes.
They took their strings off, showing a pair of lovely shaven pussies under a tuft of pubic hair, and put their shoes on again. Totally nude and completely at ease, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, they kept singing their beautiful songs, walking through the public.
And the audience was ravished. You could have heard a pin drop. It was not just sexy, it was sheer beauty too!
Wow, this was good!
When the performance was over, I looked at the blonde woman at the opposite side of the bar. I saw she was still without company. Impatiently she glanced at her watch, took a cellular phone from her purse and made a call.
Apparently nobody answered. She put her phone back and looked at her watch again. Visibly annoyed, she drummed with her fingers on the counter.
I beckoned the barman and asked him to offer her a drink again. This time she accepted a martini dry, which she lifted by way of a toast, smiling at me.
Ten minutes later, after she had finished her cocktail, she stood up and talked to Frans, the club's owner, who nodded and took the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, pointing at the woman, "we have a surprise for you. This charming young lady has volunteered to strip for you. Give her a big applause!"
Everybody clapped and cheered.
"She will introduce herself," he added and gave her the microphone.
"Hi, folks, I'm Stella. I'm not a professional stripper and I have never done this before in public, but it is something I've always wanted to. I like my body and I hope you'll like it as well. Can I have some nice music, please?"
She went on the little stage and when the music started she began to dance with slow sensual movements. She was very supple and lithe and moved gracefully, with great ease, showing off all the female curves of her body. Everybody was under the spell of her beauty and sexiness.
After a while she took the microphone again. "Ooh, I'm so hot. I have to take off some clothes. You don't mind, guys, do you?"
Great hilarity. "No, take them all off!"
She unbuttoned her skirt and dropped it on the floor. She wore a tiny red-and-black string that only covered her pubic region. As I saw her nice round buttocks, my cock began to stir.
"Oh, my god, what an ass!," I thought and I imagined myself in my bed with her.
Then she unbuttoned her top, opened it slowly and threw it on the floor, revealing a pair of beautiful firm breasts with nice pink nipples.
The audience applauded and she smiled.
"You like my body?" she asked, putting her hands behind her head to show the full splendour of her breasts.
"Yes," everybody shouted. "We want more, we want more. Show your pussy, girl. We want to see your pussy!"
"Mm, you want more? Well, to be honest, so do I."
She brushed a hand past her genitals and put a finger in her mouth, moving it in and out.
"Oh, my little twat is so hot. It's yearning for a good hard cock. Is there a nice cock in the audience?"
Everybody laughed and shouted: "Pussy, pussy."
"You, honey," she asked one of the men in front of her, "do you have a good cock? I'm so in need for a good hard cock."
The man grinned, somewhat embarrassed, but did not answer.
"Okay, guys," she said loudly. "I need a man for tonight. Is there anyone here who would like to go to bed with me?"
All of a sudden everybody was silent. Did she mean it? Was she serious?
Then someone shouted: "Yeah, me."
"No, me," called another.
"Me, take me," I cried.
An enormous tumult broke loose.
"Okay, okay, guys, I can't have you all in one night, but I have a nice idea. I'll choose one of you: the man whose cock I like best! So let's hold a contest, a cock contest, with me as the prize. How about that?"
Applause and cheers.
"All right. Will all able young man with a good and healthy cock, who want to share my bed with me tonight, step forward, please."
With eight other men I stepped forward, my heart beating wildly.
"Mm, nine," she said. "Can we have one more candidate to make it ten? Ten would be a nice number to choose from."
"My friend here," a young, pretty woman shouted, "but only if I may join the party."
Everybody laughed.
"Nothing against a threesome, darling, so come forward, please" Stella answered, and the tenth man joined us with his girl fiend.
Stella looked at us, licked her lips, caressed her breasts and put her hand in her G-string, fingering her pussy.
"Oh, you are all so handsome. The thought of having sex with one of you is already wetting me. Oh boys! But let us first set out the rules of the game, okay?"
She waited a few seconds, looking meaningful, and went on.
"First I want you to strip one by one on the stage, so that all of us can see what you have in store."
Applause and cheers.
"However," she continued, "it is not allowed to touch your jewels. I want to see what your cock is capable of without any help. Will it get hard? How big will it be, what shape will it have? Will it stand up, point forward, downward?"
The ladies in the audience laughed and yelled. They understood they would have a jolly good time.
"The biggest is not necessarily the best and most beautiful," Stella went on. "Your member, gentlemen, has to be nice to see and well in proportion to your testicles and to the rest of your body."
She paused a moment.
"And moreover, to satisfy a woman, a good cock has to function well according to its purpose. So it is important it gets hard pretty soon and has some endurance. It shouldn't cum prematurely and stay hard for a considerable time. The longer the better. Any questions?"
There was some murmur in the audience.
"Yeah," one of the contestants finally said, "how about you, what will you do to me? I would like to know what I'm up to. I don't want to be everybody's laughing-stock."
"Oh, don't be afraid, honey. You can trust me, and, besides, you can any time ... withdraw."
I laughed to myself at the pun, that nobody else seemed to have grasped. She must have noticed, because looked mischievously at me. I winked secretly.
Oh my goodness, what a nice bit of stuff, what a pretty face, what a delicious pair of knockers, what a sexy tight little ass! Flashes of desire went through my restless cock.
"More questions? No? Everyone still in the race? Yes? Okay, let us start our little contest, shall we. Music please."
2. THE RIVALS
The tension in the bar room was palpable. The ladies in the audience were invited to take place near the podium, where they would have a good view of the performance. Their happy faces expressed fun and excited anticipation.
As for me, I felt a lump in my throat. How would it be to strip and expose myself in public? How would my cock perform, with all those critical eyes focused on it? I know I am rather well hung and I am proud of my rod. When erect, it looks very good, my balls shaved and my pubic hair trimmed. Women use to be fascinated by it, but would it get hard before all those people and stay erect long enough without my touching?
I must confess I felt pretty nervous and uncertain. My only consolation was that most of my fellow contestants, judging from the expression on their faces, felt the same way.
As the music started Stella asked: "Who will be the first? Nobody? Don't be shy. You honey, will you come forward, introduce yourself - name and age - and strip for us?"
The addressed was a stocky man of medium height, with dark hair and brown eyes. When he got on the podium the audience applauded and cheered, which encouraged him visibly.
The 'battle of cocks' had begun and the first 'warrior' had entered the arena!
"Hi, I am Anton," he said, "and I am 39." With a broad grin on his face he began to dance.
He really was a funny guy. He wiggled his ass, blinked lewdly and blew kisses to the ladies. Everybody laughed. Under applause he removed piece after piece of his clothing, until he wore only a pair of tight underpants, his erection outlined against the fabric.
Slowly, very slowly he pulled his pants downward, showing a dense shock of pubic hair and the root of his cock, that was standing out now like a tent pole. Gradually more of his member was to be seen until it finally jumped free. Quickly the man stepped out of his pants and with the pose of a body builder, which definitely he wasn't, he showed himself to the public. His genitals were not large but well shaped, but from his balls as well as from the shaft of his cock sprouted long dark hairs.
A flaw, in my opinion, though a small one. Especially the women, however, apparently seemed to appreciate what they saw and gave him a loud ovation.
Stella knelt before the man and scrutinized his cock. She ran her fingers along its shaft and cupped his balls in her hand, weighing them.
"Mm, not bad ... you may wait here," she said, standing up and indicating a stool near the stage. "The next will be ... you, please."
The second candidate came on the podium and introduced himself as Nico, 28 years old. He was long, slim and blonde, with a nice and attractive smile. With great expectations everybody shouted and applauded when he started. It turned out he couldn't dance at all. His movements were clumsy, with no sense of rhythm, but the public didn't mind and encouraged him enthusiastically. Staring like hypnotized at Stella's breasts he undressed until he wore only his underwear. At that moment the audience started to shout in awe: the head of his cock peeped trough a leg of his boxer shorts. Ooh, he ought to have a very long one!
This turned out to be the case. His erection was at least 8 inches, but, alas, very strangely shaped. It was crooked and hung down with its tip slightly turned upward, more or less like an elephant's trunk. His balls were downy and rather small.
All in all his cock was an impressive specimen, but not what Keats would have meant by 'a thing of beauty', let alone 'a joy for ever'.
Some people even booed and whistled, which was not appreciated by Stella, who cast a severe and reproaching glance at them.
"Let's stay nice and civil, okay? Not everybody has the courage this man showed."
Apologizing she looked at the candidate. "You really are a cutie, honestly, but sorry, your tools, mm, how shall I explain ..."
"No need. It was fun to strip, but I'll back out, if you don't mind."
"You are a good sport, honey," Stella said and kissed him on the lips. "Give him a big applause, guys." Which he got.
"The next one will be you, my dear." Stella pointed at me.
My heart thumped against my breastbone as I came forward and climbed on the podium. I looked at her and let my eyes wander over her almost naked body, so close to me now. Oh, my god, how much I wanted this woman! I felt my cock get rigid again and tingle with sexual need.
Then I glanced at the women watching near the podium. Many of them were young and really attractive. All of a sudden the idea of exposing myself thrilled me more than I would have expected. My cock became rock hard. Was I an exhibitionist after all? I didn't give a damn.
Without exaggerating I can say I am a very good and expert dancer, especially free style. I've even won some medals in my younger years, together with my female dancing partner. Furthermore I was in a perfect physical shape. Good muscles, flat stomach and no superfluous fat. So I felt I might show the ladies something they would remind!
"Tell us who you are, honey."
"Hi everybody, my name is Harry, I'm 32 and I love to strip for you."
Nice suitable music came from the speakers. Quickly I took my jacket off and removed my shoes and socks: I prefer to dance barefoot.
The secret of a good striptease is not nakedness itself, but the art of undressing, combined with sexually suggestive movements. An essential part of it is the slowness of uncovering the parts of your body the spectators are most eager to see.
Applying these rules, I intended to drive the audience in front of me crazy with desire to see more and more.
First of all I showed them how supple and flexible I was and how well I could dance. While I moved I kept my eyes on the women before me, seeking eye contact and giving everyone of them the impression I danced for her personally.
I loosened my tie a bit, got it out of my collar and I tightened it round my neck again. Slowly I pulled my shirt out of my pants and started to unbutton, taking care not to show what was underneath. I turned my back to the audience, opened my shirt and made another half turn, showing them ... my undershirt.
I lingered a while before I bared one sinewy shoulder, then the other. After that I dropped my shirt and flexed my biceps. The women were fascinated and started to shout. When I made some thrusting movements with my pelvis, suggesting I might fuck them, they went out of their minds.
As for Stella, I saw her nipples harden. "She likes it," I thought.
I danced for some time, before I pulled my undershirt over my head and showed my naked muscular chest.
Looks of admiration, big applause and shouting.
My hands went to the clasp of my belt ...
The screaming and yelling of the women became deafening. They got completely wild, jumped on their seats, stamped, clapped, waved their arms, went through their hairs. Oh, my!
My hands let go of my belt again ...
General protest. "No, no, go on, go on!"
I made an indulging gesture, unbuckled my belt and took it off. Then I touched my zipper ... Madhouse again!
First I did as if my zip-fastener was stuck. Then I pulled it slowly down and opened my pants, showing them the promising bulge in my shorts.
"Aaaah!" Some women involuntarily squeezed their breasts, pinched their nipples and rubbed their thighs together. I wondered, how many of them would be sopping wet already. Most of them, probably.
After some time I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. I flexed my muscles again and made a series of suggesting fuck movements. Oh dear!
"More, more!" everyone shouted, and big "YES!" as I took the brim of my shorts in both hands.
With little movements I pulled them down and finally dropped them, showing ... not my naked genitals, but the semi-transparent G-string I was wearing underneath. My erection was at its maximum and filled it completely.
Hell broke loose. One of the women got so beside herself that she pulled her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra and showed me her bare breasts. "If you don't win this game, you can have me," was written all over her face.
Three other women followed and bared their breasts too. Oh my!
As for our delectable Stella, she licked her lips while she looked at me, and I saw a wet spot appear on her tiny string ... Not bad, not bad at all ...
Finally I unclipped my string and let it go. It stayed hung on my penis, but I made a pirouette and it flew in the direction of one of the bare breasted women, who caught it mid-air and put it to her nose, sniffing with an expression of utmost delight.
Ear-splitting yelling and applause.
Nude, except for my tie (you are a gentleman or you aren't), I showed the audience my erection. I tightened my stomach muscles and my cock stood proudly upright like a totem pole. Looking at all those enthusiastic faces I felt very confident. My performance had been a roaring success. So far, so good.
Stella took the microphone. "This was a very nice performance, dear, and as for your cock ... let me see it at close quarters ..."
She knelt on one knee, caressed my balls and ran her fingers up and down my cock, verifying its hardness by pinching it several times. Flashes of pleasure went through the object of her inquiry.
"Hm, all right. You may wait and sit over there." Stella stood up and took me by my tie. Like a doggie she guided me to my seat, looking teasingly at me.
Everybody laughed.
"Who is next? You first and then your girlfriend, okay?"
"Oh my, do I have to strip too?" the girl asked. "I thought it was only the boys."
"Of course you have to, honey, that's part of the game. I want to see your body and, besides, you would do the audience a great favour, especially the guys and maybe some of the ladies too. You are an attractive girl, so there is no need to be ashamed."
"Yeah, c'mon, girl," people shouted, "don't be shy!"
The couple whispered together for some time, then the girl nodded. "Okay, I've never stripped before, but I'll do my best."
Her compliance was rewarded by loud cheering and clapping.
Stella was visibly pleased. "Thank you, love, I am very happy you're still with us and we all look forward to your performance."
The young man came on the stage. He was dark blonde, good-looking and rather tall.
"Hello, we are Elly and Peter, she is 19 and I'm 24."
He seemed thrilled but didn't really make a show of his undressing. Before long he was totally naked. His body, hairless except for his pubic region, was nice to see, but his erection far from complete.
Apparently Stella didn't mind. After a short inspection of his genitals she indicated where he could sit down and invited the girl to the stage.
She was petite, with long, blonde wavy hair, brown eyes and the right curves on the right places. With a flush on her cheeks she started to dance.
She wore a flowered summer dress with buttons on the back and when she reached to the upper one with both hands, her full firm breasts beautifully showed off.
After she loosened the last button she let the dress slide down and stepped out of it. In her undies, a white lace-and-silk bra and ditto panties, she looked even more lovely, an expression of timidity adding to her beauty.
She unhooked her bra, but didn't take it off. Instead she picked her dress up again and covered the front of her body with it. After
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Text: Tight. So very, very tight.
The tank hissed, then ebbed away into silence as the flow of compressed air was cut. She whined, barely audible; her body groaned, deafening. It glistened under the campfirerange mood lighting as beads of sweat clung like fresh morning dew. A vast delta of veins stretched across her expanse, crisscrossed by long stretch marks across her belly and sides. A wide, smooth, continuous curve, bereft of breasts or anything else human, apart from a few divots: a pair of bloated hands, two swollen feet, one tiny head. You could just see through her.
With every quivering, shallow breath, she caught the flowering smell of sex and Febreze in the air. Her heart raced with every groan; its every palpitation, its every beat pulsing like a finger tapping on the skin of a drum. Every pulse felt strong enough to bust her open. She poked her tongue out from between her lips, testing her limits. Seemed safe. She licked her lips and swallowed by accident
her body shrieked; she closed her eyes and waited for the bang. Nothing yet. She opened her eyes and continued staring at the beige ceiling her body pressed into. Some of her brunette hair covered her face
nothing she could do about it, now. All she could do was sit and wait, listen and feel, passive; powerless. Helpless against whatever whim he fancied.
And she was tight. So very, extremely, torturously, unbearably, agonizingly, tight. The brush of a feather would be enough to rip her open.
He brushed his fingers against her side
a bevy of creaks following
and marveled. He pumped her bigger than he ever hoped, bigger than she ever thought possible. Pumped her 'til she was Gigantic; Colossal; Enormous; Room-sized. There was so little space, he had to lean into the corner so his face wouldn't press into her quivering surface. But why do that? She was a balloon
his balloon.
"Just a bit more. She can handle it."
He opened the tank by a hair's breadth.
She screamed. Every molecule packed into her was one too many, racing and pounding against her body, begging for release. Against her lower belly, another pulse throbbed, burning into her like a brand. Pressing in, pushing out
an ebb and a flow, a rising tide. Warm blood and cold gas. She held her breath, groaned with the rising crescendo of her body as its elasticity met its limit. The pressure jumped and pushed outward, against the walls, against him. A final thrust
she felt something hot Bam!
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Maxwell clung to the reigns his steed as its hooves beat hard the trail in the dim foggy hours of morning. The sun was warming the air, casting the first crimson rays, but its true brilliance was still far away. He alighted on the hill whose path would lead to the castle gates. The mount, considered undignified in regular combat, idled and huffed, thick gouts of steam issuing from its black nostrils. Maxwell was paid very well for his service. It was his continued services that surprised his employers. After a quick check of the immediate surroundings, Maxwell pushed a small barrel off the rump of his conveyance with its attendant rag aflame. It bounced and rolled merrily down the trodden road to the keep, all the while sparking and smoking away. Guards seemed to finally notice the thing as it bounced to a stop against a stone. One armored soldier prodded it with the butt of his pike but ignored it for the blaring of a trumpet on the hill. The helms of the guards strayed from the barrel to the man on the small horse upon the hill. That limited moment was all that was needed and the barrel exploded with a quick flash of red then expansive clouds of multicolored smoke. The guards, though unharmed, had received the message loud and clear. They joined others pouring from the open gate like angry bees from their threatened hive. Maxwell clicked his beast into flight and they were off back in the direction they had come. Over hill and field they gave chase to the small man in bright clothes who clung flat to the back of a painted zebra. This is what he was paid for. Most runners relay messages. He and his mount ran away. The greater parts of the chase were faltering. The lesser parts were gaining speed. His mount was unusual and fleet of hoof but under the pounding thunder of warhorses on the trail, Maxell optimized his time. Darting between trees and bounding tiny glens and streams, the zebra fled with his master (no, partner) these brutes on his expert hooves. Twenty minutes. The world to him and Maxwell was to last twenty minutes. Max had bet on pugilists before. His wagers were always on the level. Odds in. Odds out. The hulking bruiser was usually the favorite in the ring. Maxwell liked to bet the underdog. The little guy that gets taken for granted outside then takes you for all your worth when he's in. Trees flew by them as he wove through the forest. The ground was inclining. He'd crest the hill and most likely be gone from the grasp of his pursuers. On! On! He encouraged his striped steed to keep up. Just a little further. The warhorses and their riders rode on them closer still. Maxwell could hear the voices of the black hearted knights who had been his pursuers. He could hear the grunting breaths of their warrior steeds. A merry chase this! All, however, would not be well. The crest of the hill was merely that! The forested ground gave way abruptly to an angled cliff face most severe and a distance to the ground below beyond physical tolerance. The zebra nicked and panted as it paced the edge of the precipice. Its black eyes bulged frantically at the beating hooves of the brigade. Maxwell too was panting heavily. They would be upon him in moments! Sweet calming breaths filled the professional runner as he patted his zebra. They'd been through a lot together and always come up on top. The zebra knew that their options were ended and ceased its anxious trotting, knowing to trust in his partner as he had yet to be let down by him. They stood together, with the sun breaking the horizon in the east, when the soldiers finally caught up with them. The knights had harsh words for Maxwell as they began a haughty approach upon him. They yelled derision at him. Coward was not least upon their tongues. The sun was warm and Maxwell could practically feel the brilliance of it in his bones. Sure. He was called a coward a lot. He could only smile. How many men could do what he did? If he be a coward then it be with the deeply traced etchings of honor and esteemed heart. He was smiling as the rays of gold played on his face. His zebra felt it all too. The count in ownership of the castle had felt him dangerous enough to send the might of his forces against this small man and his painted friend. Maxwell was smiling, most pleased with his work this day. A terrible din ripped what remained of the peaceful morning to tatters. The soldiers who had so diligently pursued Maxwell all turned in horror as plumes of smoke rose from the direction of their castle. Maxwell sighed contentedly. His zebra finally let go of its stopped breath and sucked in greedily the relief that they'd bought the time needed. The forces who had acquired his services had breached their target. The castle would be theirs! His pursuers remained fixed on the sight for some long disbelieving moments before realization of the deception played upon them and the nature of the one who'd brought them there. They wheeled about, prepared to exact most terrible violence upon this enemy; this cowardly man who'd come to bring down their regime. Maxwell and his painted zebra had, however, made enormous strides in their escape. The bewildered knights could only stand in dumb frustration as the laughter rose out of the distance. No one was ever sure if the sound was Maxwell, the professional distraction or his zebra.
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Maxwell's Run by Woot Ringtail
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a masterwolf story
oh and the usual warning to minors is apllied.
As an openly gay high schooler, Mike enjoyed a lot of fun in his short 18, but who is Mike? He is just your average anthro fox; with one clearly noticeable exception. A striking blue emo-flip of head-fur, it cascades into a contrasting white muzzle. Sorta how the sky is blue and the clouds are white, but in reverse. The fox-sox and foxgloves are an onyx looking color and that same black is tinged throughout his mid section. But enough about his fur, you don't even know how tall he is or his body type. 5'7'' toned but slender. Nuff said.
So why does this matter to the rest of the furs out in the world? It doesn't... but maybe I should tell you guys a story about Mike huh? It all began about 2 years ago, and this fox was having the time of his life...
Well there was beer. And 16 year old furs who haven't experienced a hangover. So, naturally there was drinking.
Next there was a wolf. Brown fur with a lot of black mixed in. If you didn't know better he could pass as a German dog. He is also about 6'2'' and totally buff. Like really buff. Even in his wolfy-wolf-hood. +13 with 2.5 in girth. XD oh and straight as a ruler. His name was Manual. LOL
Furthermore, no fur was wearing clothes. Why would they when they don't get cold?
And they were in a some rich kid's parent's house at a party when the parents were gone and only the Japanese maid was in.
So as the night progressed, furs got more and more drunk. And things you think couldn't be anything but sober did get a little tipsy. No really. Five nuns, and two horny priests, (that I can't explain) were at that party. But these two, the wolf and the fox, remained sober.
So they eventually found each other. And when they both realized they were both sober, Mike began flirting and talking a little with Manual. Then Mike did something Manual did not see coming. He threw himself on top of the much larger canine and began kissing him passionately.
And Manual returned the kiss.
So they discretely slid out of the party and ditched their friends for a night to be alone. Yiff anyone? O...
So your probably shouting, "Mister Narrator how is a wolf that is as straight as a ruler returning a passionate kiss from a gay fox?"
Hey, I didn't say what kind of ruler. For all you know it could have been one of those bendy rulers. ;)
Oh and the morning after... no one remembered a thing, but there were five straight guys in bed each other. And one was wearing a flashlight costume. His name was Willy.
Fun party huh?
*I was inspired today.*
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A Story of Mike by Jim Wolfie
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*This is a short followup to my first Beloved of Ashura story. Like others, I wanted to see if I could do a complete story in 750 words. It was slightly easier using established characters. I hope you enjoy it!*
The air was heavy with smoke as the sound of battle faded. Dove looked around for another foe, but Rayven was the only person close. She sighed with relief as none of the blood that covered her lover appeared to be hers. Although she had absolute confidence in Rayven's abilities, Dove knew that age was the one foe even the avatar of a warrior goddess couldn't defeat in the end.
"Just not yet," she silently prayed, "don't take her from me yet, Ashura."
When Rayven swayed and seemed ready to fall, her fears surged back. Dropping her sword, she rushed over to put an arm around her.
"Dove, I'm fine. Just exhausted," Rayven said, before chiding her. "Is that how you treat your sword?"
"No, Mistress," Dove whispered, the terror still strong, but years of training reasserted themselves. Letting go, she picked it up and cleaned it. Sheathing it, she again put a supporting arm around Rayven. The feeling of disappointing her faded with a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"Did we win?"
"Yes, Ashura was with us today," Rayven replied.
Together they made their way back to the baggage train to collect their things and set up camp on the edge of the army with the other mercenaries. For once, Rayven let Dove do most of the work; sitting and watching, still covered in blood. When done, Dove walked over to her, holding out her hand.
"Come, Mistress. Let me help you."
With a deep sigh, Rayven half stood and half pulled herself up. Every muscle in her body seemed to groan. Even with support, the short walk to their tent was a challenge. Sitting helped with the weariness but her muscles stiffened up.
With expert hands, Dove stripped off Rayven's armor and then her clothes. She would clean them after she saw to her Mistress. Once seated, she picked up a rag from the bowl of hot water. She'd already cleaned herself.
Even as a bloody mess, Rayven make her heart beat faster. Despite their difference in age, no one else ever affected her. "She is my everything," she thought. She dabbed at her face, slowly removing the dried blood to reveal the richer bronze skin below. Checking for unnoticed cuts as she went, her love showed in the gentle cleansing. Blood had dripped down Rayven's neck, and under her armor and undergarments.
While there was still caked blood, Dove was efficient, but as that disappeared efficiency gave way to lingering touches along the naked body. Without discouragement, she couldn't help herself. And when the dirty water began to reapply blood, she replaced it with her lips despite the lingering taste and smell of iron. The lust was a familiar after effect of battle, life renewal after a brush with death.
Kissing her way down Rayven's sinewy neck, she could hear her little gasps.
"She needs this as much as I do."
From there she went farther down to worship Rayven's breasts. As she flicked her tongue, she marveled at how full they truly were when freed from the constraining armor. Sucking a nipple in, her tongue played with it.
"Yessssss," hissed Rayven, but that wasn't enough. She pushed on Dove's head, urging it lower. Her young lover obliged her, lips making a trail of kisses. Rayven sank back against the pile of bedding, spreading her legs. Dove shifted to wiggle between them, walking backward on hands and knees, then lowering her face. Pausing, she inhaled deeply, taking in Rayven's strong scent. A deep growl came from her throat before her tongue flicked out, dragging it along the wet pussylips. Gathering the juices, she savored the taste. The gasp Rayven made was music to her ears.
Now she dug in, pressing her mouth against Rayven's mound. Her tongue snaked out and began to push in as deep as she could. The gasps turned to moans and Rayven's fingers tangled in her hair. She pulled Dove against her and ground her hips, covering her face with juice. Her excitement was quickly peaking, the need overcoming her normal discipline.
"Oh Goddess yes," she moaned as she felt the hungry tongue picking up the pace. Suddenly her orgasm was upon her. Her body spasmed in ecstasy as Dove brought her to the peak and took her over. She rode it until it died away.
Even before then, Dove crawled up to embrace her. "I love you, Mistress. Don't ever leave."
"Not willingly, not until the Goddess drags me away," she promised.
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Beloved of Ashura: War and Love
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Text: Disclaimer: The following story has no plot, characterization, or any literary devices that make it worth reading. It is simply and purely a bad piece of fiction. If you are easily offended by bad short fiction, or if you live in a locale where bad short fiction is illegal, do not read the following story. The author makes no warranties and will not be held liable for damages resulting from reading this story. If it can be called a story.
Oh, and a woman blows up like a balloon. So don't read it if you don't like that sort of thing, either.
Polly popped her gum and looked at the professor wide-eyed. She just couldn't get over how smart he was.
"So, um..." the professor paused.
"Polly," she said, and she giggled.
"So, Polly, Quantum Physics suggests that the very nature of the Universe is probabilistic. That everything we think of as solid and certain is, in fact, no more than probability."
Polly nodded and said, "Probabil... probabibli..."
The professor smiled. "Chance," he said.
"Oh! Chance!" Polly laughed, and bobbed up and down. Her pigtails bobbed with the motion, as well as her rather hefty busom, which the professor noted was out of proportion with the rest of her tiny frame. Polly popped her gum again. She decided physics was fun.
The professor found he had lost his train of thought after watching the young co-ed bobbing up and down, and scrambled mentally to pick up the trail. "So, you see, it's really a question of chance. What may or may not happen isn't certain." He nodded and cast a sage's knowing gaze over the empty seats of the lecture hall. He tried to think of a way to get Polly bobbing again.
Polly blew a bubble with her gum. The professor continued, "Even simple forces in the Universe are the result of many, many complex and unpredictable forces..." The bubble she was blowing suddenly popped, and Polly struggled to wipe it from her cheeks. The professor watched her bare legs quietly until she was done.
She smiled, and wrapped the gum in a piece of paper, and dropped it in the trash basket by his desk. "Blowing bubbles can be unpredictable," she said, and she smiled.
"Yes! Exactly! Here, let me show you." He reached into a drawer and produced a pink balloon. He blew it up till it was nearly ready to burst. "There!" he said, slightly winded. "Now we have a thin wall of rubber holding in a lungful of air." He tapped the balloon with his finger. "But the air is slowly leaking through that wall... why?"
"Chance!" Polly said, beaming.
"Exactly. And remember that nothing is certain. Quantum physics tells us that there is always a small chance that something unexpected will happen. For example, there is a tiny, tiny chance that all the air will suddenly rush out of this balloon without it popping!"
Polly nodded. "Wow."
"Of course, that's very unlikely. It probably wouldn't happen once in a billion years. It's about as likely as you suddenly filling with air like a giant balloon for no reason." Polly giggled and toyed with one of her pigtails.
Suddenly there was a funny sort of whooshing sound, and the balloon in the professor's hand went flat.
They both stared at the now deflated balloon lying limp on top of the professor's hand. "Strange," he said.
"Did it pop?" Polly asked, looking slightly concerned.
"No. I don't know what could have..."
There was another whooshing sound, this one deeper in tone and more drawn out. Polly gasped, and put her hands on her belly. She started puffing in a funny way. Her cheeks were puffing up.
The professor blinked. "Um..."
Now Polly's ample busom was filling and lifting, each breast becoming more rounded. The professor's suspicions that she was not wearing a bra were confirmed. She continued puffing in that strange way, and looked dizzily down at her figure. Her hands were rubbing her belly and sides. She reached up and hefted her growing globes of breast flesh.
She looked back at the professor with a face that was flushed oddly rounded. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.
Then her midsection began to fill out. The professor could see her thin figure bulging out a little, then a lot. She absently rubbed her belly, which was now arcing forward noticeably, curving all the way down to her crotch. She began walking in confused little circles, not sure what to do.
Suddenly, like a balloon suddenly finding it's elasticity, the curve of her belly surged forward. She groaned loudly and tried to hold it back. She started blowing hard, but no matter how much air she blew out of her, she was still blowing up.
One by one articles of clothing burst their seams and fell to the floor.
Soon she was nearly spherical from her shoulders to her crotch. She was completely naked except for her sandals and a gold braid necklace. And still she filled. The ball that she was becoming slowly grew, expanding up her neck, and stretching out her thighs and shoulders. She had to waddle because she was getting so large. She waddled around the floor, not sure where she was going, making funny little squeaking sounds in addition to her puffing.
The filling continued until she was a giant ball with little hands sticking out the sides, and her tiny feet sticking out the bottom. The professor noted to himself, oddly, what a large ball such a little woman made.
But she was not slowing down, and was still inflating. Her skin started to look tight. Her waddling took on a desperate quality. She began groaning with the obvious pressure that was building up. But still she grew. She flapped her hands feebly, then made fists, and started blowing furiously. But it was no good. Still she filled.
She cried out, "Oh, professor! I am getting to big! Too... much... pressure... too tight... going to... to... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
There was a distinct "pop!" and her right nipple popped forward, erect. It was about two inches in length. The professor and Polly both stared at it. Then there was another "pop!" and her other nipple popped out. The two stared at it.
The Polly squeezed her eyes shut, and started blowing furiously. Her blowing turned into a long groan. There was a low rumbling. The rumbling was coming from inside Polly.
There was a BANG! Polly's eyes snapped open with fear, but the professor was gazing at her belly. Her belly button had just popped out into a rather large, roundish, "outie." Epilogue: OK OK OK... "probability" was kind of a weak excuse for inflating woman like that. But come on, Quantum Physics says there's a *chance*.
Anyway, the professor had a long, entirely physical relationship with Polly, who spent the entire school year desperately learning about quantum physics and slowly deflating. By the next academic year, she was back down to size. And she was somewhat better looking than before, because her skin had a soft, almost elastic sheen to it.
That year, she dumped the professor, reported him to the college regents, and got him fired for taking advantage of a student. Which is just as well, because after watching Polly inflate like that, he was never quite right anymore anyway. Now he works as a clown making balloon animals for adultnly parties. And Polly never blew up anymore except at a couple of frat parties where she'd been drinking too much, so what do you expect?
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"And that my little ponies is how it all happened."
"Aww come on dad didn't you ever go back to Earth and see your other family?"
The dark blue Alicorn tapped his chin with his hoof. "Hmm well yes I did but that is a story for another time."
Both little Alicorns grumbled at their father's reply. "Alright you two, it's time for bed. Your aunt Luna is waiting to read you a bedtime story so hop to it." There standing in the doorway was Celestia. "First say goodnight to your father."
First to hug the stallion was the white filly, next was the white colt. "Night daddy."
"Yeah night dad."
They both ran from the room and down the hall. "Still telling them that old story?"
Lunar chuckled. "They wanted to know about their father so why not?"
"You did make sure to leave out the more graphical parts correct?"
Lunar scoffed. "Of course, our kids are still too young to know about those sort of things."
The now Queen of Equestria walked over and nuzzled her husband. "It's been seven years Lunar since that day. I still can not believe that you would have willing given your life for me and Silver."
The stallion smiled. "What's not to know? I love you with all my heart my lovely wife. Nothing can or will ever change that. Though I do have one question."
Celestia nodded. "Ask."
Lunar took a deep breath. "Well first off I would like to apologize for the way my earthly family reacted to us..."
The white Alicorn put her hoof to his muzzle and shook her head. "Enough Lunar, you have apologized for this already."
"I know but still. I had a feeling they would act that way but still I asked you to accompany me. Anyway, all those years ago did you ever see us ending the way we are?"
Celestia was silent for a moment before she spoke. "Not at first no. You and Luna were always playing pranks on me and I on you. I saw you as a younger brother at that time but before the day you fell into the forest I started to see you as more then just the colt my parents took in. I saw that you were always pushing the boundaries of what you could do and I admired that about you."
Lunar smiled as he seen his wife nuzzled under his chin.
Celestia then walked through their bed room and out to the balcony, looking up into the night sky. Lunar soon joined her by her side, to which she leaned against his side. Lunar opened his one wing and draped it over his wife. Together they stood and marveled at the night Luna had made just for them...on the eve of their anniversary.
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Chpt 26- Seven Years by Lunar Stargazer
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Text: Andrea strolled about in her camisole singing softly to herself as she merrily tossed rose petals across the floor. Eric would be home soon, and her skin tingled at the thought of cavorting with him among the fragrant petals.
Suddenly an arm reached around her waist. Andrea squeaked girlishly. It wouldn't be the first time Eric had surprised her from behind. Confusion, then fear flashed through her mind as a chemical-soaked cloth was brought to her face and something pressed against her navel. Her vision blurred, and a surge of pressure ballooned within her; her bosom billowed forward, her arms grew plump and turgid. Black lace tightened about her swelling torso, the sharp staccato of popping seams growing dull as she faded into unconsciousness.
When Andrea awoke, she was huge, round and immobile. The hose attached to her navel stretched to an air tank near the front door. A piece of twine connected its valve to the doorknob.
Terrified, Andrea watched the twine pull taut as the door opened.
"Hey honey, I'm home!"
"Eric, no!" Andrea shrieked. But it was too late. With a metallic squeak, the valve opened wide. A loud hiss filled the air as a rush of air filled Andrea.
"Oh my God! Andrea?" Eric stood frozen in the doorway, gawking at the living balloon before him. "What happened to you?" Andrea was blowing up, growing larger and fuller with each passing second.
"Help me!" Andrea screamed.
Following her frantic gaze, Eric ran to the tank and twisted the valve. It didn't budge. Andrea outgrew the height of the room; her hugely distended body was squeezed between the floor and the ceiling.
"Hrrwyy!" Her cheeks had swollen enough to impede her speech.
Giving up on the valve, Eric tried to detach the hose. But no amount of twisting or pulling could dislodge it from the tank.
"Hhhmmmmff!" She couldn't take much more.
Desperate, he tried to yank the hose from Andrea but it was pressed too tightly underneath her vast belly.
Andrea's overstretched skin strained, creaked, groaned. Shuddering with muffled sobs, Andrea clenched her eyes shut. The windows shattered explosively, showering the lawn with rose petals and shards of glass. "And then?" June asked.
"Andrea was gone," Eric said. "Nothing left but her torn lingerie. Funny thing is, even without a body, convicting an innocent man of murder is easier than you might think."
The guard returned to the interview room. "Time's up, Meadows. Let's go."
Eric stood. "Nothing more to say anyway. The rest was all in the papers."
"Thank you for meeting with me."
"Thanks for listening."
That evening June gathered everything she had relating to the case and placed it into a folder labeled "Meadows, Andrea". Sighing gloomily, she stashed it in her safe, neatly filed between Maritz, Stephanie and Miller, Elizabeth.
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She checks the seat row, leans over. Sharp weasel muzzle a foot from my nose, bland smile. "Could you come with me, sir?"
My ears and whiskers twitch. "Is there a problem?"
"No, sir. Just come with me, please."
The seatbelt light dinged off five minutes ago. I look to my right out of habit. The vixen in the middle seat reading "The Da Vixen Code," who is tired and doesn't really want to have a conversation, doesn't even look up. Jake is thirty thousand feet and an irrevocable fight away.
Some of the other passengers do look up at the five-foot rabbit trailing the four-foot weasel up the aisle to the cockpit. I remember being called to the front of the class in grade school. In high school, I just got sent to the principal's office.
Through first class, where nobody even stirs as we walk by, sleeping or drinking or focused on laptops. Beyond another curtain into what Jake calls the foyer of the airplane. Another weasel in the same bright red and gold uniform, holding a cup of coffee, stops in mid-sentence. He and the slender female gazelle in the sharp blue uniform stare at me. The stewardess--flight attendant--I'm following ducks into the bathroom to our right. My long ears catch a squeal and a giggle as the gazelle jerks a thumb to the cockpit door. "Go ahead."
Heart pounds. I slip through the cockpit door.
A large black paw closes it behind me, flicks a latch into place. Six-foot frame, yellow eyes, feral smile. The smell of crisply pressed uniform doesn't cover the strong feline arousal. Ropy tail curls around my rear, lifting my short cottontail.
Flashback: an hour before takeoff, the departure lounge, the same yellow eyes, pilot's uniform. The tip of the tongue. A question. My mind wrenched away from Jake, wide-eyed response to the predatory smile: a hesitant nod; then, thinking about it, a more sure one. Disappointment when he just walked away, I thought to another flight. What had I done wrong?
Now: understanding. The same question, repeated silently. I reiterate my response. Quicker breathing, quicker heartbeat, nicely dizzying prey response. I want to unzip but it's his move.
Large paws grab my shoulders, spin me around. One holds me securely while the other reaches down. Squeeze, pump, squeeze. I gasp.
I help him with the zipper.
Sure, economical actions; he's done this before. Saliva, liberally applied, gets him inside me. Huge, hard, and hot. His wet paw clamps over my mouth when I make a sound. Quick, deep thrusts. My breath sucked through his fingers.
Teeth on my ears. He growls, bucks, hisses, spears me to the hilt. Tenses. Shudders. Exhales.
Still inside me, he holds my mouth and reaches down again. Shivers of pleasure, building, twisting. Moaning; both paws clench tighter. I shudder. Both feet off the floor, I come into an airsick bag.
"Welcome to the club," he whispers. Paws release me. I stumble, released from the third point as well. I turn.
He's already got his pants up. Yellow eyes, distant smile. "Thanks," I say. I pull my pants up and walk out.
A blue-uniformed fox and the female weasel look up at me. Our noses all twitch, but they smirk and I just look away. The fox shoves past me into the cockpit. I stop at the bathroom to clean up, but it's occupied. Inside, the gazelle moans, the male weasel grunts. I look at the stewardess.
"You'll have to use the bathroom at the back of the plane, sir." She adjusts her uniform. The smell of fox didn't leave with the first officer.
Back down the aisle, alone. Eyes meet mine, noses twitch, even in first. I get back to coach, and another red-and-gold-clad weasel is pushing the drink cart down the aisle, between me and the bathroom. Of course.
Even on the soft seat cushion, my rear is sore when I sit down. Immersed in her book, the vixen in the middle seat doesn't even look up.
The flight attendant leans across me. I order a bourbon, twist of carrot. The vixen orders a diet soda. Her nose twitches when she reaches across for it. I avoid her eyes.
The cart moves on. I'm just reaching for my seatbelt when the plane lurches. *Ding*.
"Please take your seats, ladies and gentlemen. We're experiencing a little turbulence." The purr in his voice makes me shiver. He sounds too pleased, as if he'd planned this.
The vixen looks at me again, and back at her book, her nose and mind working. I hear her soft "tch!" and assume she's figured it out. She reminds me of my 11th-grade math teacher, who always said I could do better. Just like Jake. I down the bourbon.
The reek of sex on me gets stronger the longer I sit. The seatbelt light never goes off. My ears pop as we descend. Maybe the captain will take me home with him tonight. Maybe Jake will meet me at the airport with flowers and forgiveness. I bite my lip and try not to cry.
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Highs and Lows by Kyell
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(This is a work of fiction, and should not be taken seriously. If was, take a bullet to the brain( My mother used to tell me stories about the world covered in snow, but wolfs ruled it, from every nook to every cranny. The earth was a hunting ground for them, nothing could stop the pack. Thats when the Humans was born, and without warning, they attacked, killing the wolfs, burning the wolf to feed their young. After that one attack, the humans left a mark, saying that they rule earth. After that same story, i ask mother is all that true. Each time, she would hesitate, and leave the cabin. Only once did i she answer, saying " I wish it wasn't." It was on my 13 birthday that i found out why she said that. They came by the dozens, maybe hundreds. They circled the cabin, but it was only a distraction. It came up from the floor, just one wolf, thats all it took to kill Mother. It tackled her and knocked a torch out of her hand, it only made things worse. The house was on fire, the burning wood had a beautiful glow, only to be tainted by its deadly touch. I watch as that thing rip her to pieces. I couldn't help her, the fire blocked the way, and she was already dead when her body hit the ground. She bled all over it, turning its fur coat into a blood red color. I cried when it looked at me, but i stopped when it ran away, it had a strange look in its eyes, it showed no anger, no remorse, just sadness. I ran from the burning cabin, but with a cost, it took all my skin, i looked nothing like myself anymore. I would of cried for mother, but its her own fault. I found that what she told me wasn't just stories... It was history, and its history that killed her, not wolfs, not fate. I thought about burying her, but the wolfs wouldn't let me. They rule earth again, i didn't want any part of it. They hunted for me, but they could not find me. I was dead a long time ago, emotionally and mentally.
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It wasn't just stories... by King0snake
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Crime Of Passion
"Ich liebe Dich auch, Oregana", flüsterte Tylon in ihr Ohr und streichelte die Füchsin zärtlich ihren Rücken hinab, ihr weiches rotbraunes Fell zwischen ihren Krallen genießend. Es war kurz nach Sonnenuntergang, ein herrlicher lauer Frühlingsabend. Die beiden hatten sich heimlich im großen Park getroffen, in einer Ecke, die von nicht allzu vielen Spaziergängern frequentiert wurde, dafür trafen sich da aber umso mehr verliebte Pärchen und genossen ihre trauten Zweisamkeiten. "Leider muss ich nun nach Hause", meinte Oregana. "Meine Eltern warten und die dürfen davon nichts mitbekommen. Und dann ist da auch noch dieser Griffin. Ein unmöglicher Kerl. Wenn der von uns beiden wüsste..."
Tatsächlich war die Beziehung zwischen Tylon und Oregana nicht ganz unproblematisch. Abgesehen davon, dass die Füchsin gerade einmal halb so viele Lenze zählte wie Tylon, handelte es sich bei Tylon um eine Drachin aus bestem Hause. Die beiden hatten sich vor ein paar Jahren auf einem Empfang kennengelernt, den Tylons Vater, ein Drache mit lukrativen Beziehungen in den höchsten Adel, anlässlich seines Geburtstages ausgerichtet hatte. Für Oregana und Tylon war es sozusagen Liebe auf den ersten Blick gewesen und noch am selben Abend waren beide heimlich in eines der Zimmer verschwunden, dabei kichernd wie verliebte Teenagerinnen. Bei dieser Gelegenheit entdeckte Tylon, dass sie sich mehr zum weiblichen Geschlecht hingezogen fühlte denn zum männlichen. Verehrer hätte sie ja genügend gehabt, kaum ein Drachenmännchen (oder auch ein Männchen einer anderen Spezies, ja sogar so mancher Menschenmann) konnte sich ihrer Schönheit entziehen: Samtige weiß-blaue Schuppen bedeckten ihren Körper, ihre Brust war mit cremefarbenen Hornplatten gepanzert. Eine Mähne, weich wie Federflaum, floss weiß wallend ihren Hals und einen Teil ihres Rückens hinab.
Die beiden tauschten noch ein letztes Mal zärtliche Küsse aus und dann machte sich Oregana auf dem Nachhauseweg. Tylon blickte ihr noch lange nach, seufzte tief und machte sich dann ihrerseits auf dem Weg.
Zwei funkelnde Augenpaare verfolgten gespannt das Geschehen. "Hast Du gesehen?" knurrte eine tiefe Stimme. "Diese Schlampe hat was mit ner Drachin. Dabei ist das meine Füchsin." "Jetzt reg Dich ab, Griffin", versuchte der Angesprochene zu beschwichtigen. "Aber eins muss ich sagen, deine Füchsin hat sich gleich ein ganz hohes Tier geangelt." "Wieso das?" wollte Giffin wissen. "So weit ich weiß, ist das die Tochter vom alten Cerebus. Der ist doch Senator oder so was in der Art. Jedenfalls, man erzählt von ihr, dass sie nie nen Kerl an sich ranlässt. Jetzt weiß man ja auch, warum." "Mir geht das eigentlich total am Arsch vorbei, wer die Drachin ist, die hat mir meine Oregana ausgespannt und diese Schlampe macht da auch noch mit." Der Greif klackte zornig mit seinem scharfen Schnabel und nahezu unbewusst drückte er seine sichelartigen, scharfen Krallen in den weichen Boden. Sein Löwenschweif peitschte die Luft. "Oregana gehört mir und ich möchte, dass Du mir hilfst, Rascall." Der graugrüngeschuppte Drache sog geräuschvoll die Luft ein. "Wie meinst Du das, Griffin?" "Na, was wohl?" Der goldfarbene Greif reckte sich und sträubte sein Nackengefieder. "Den beiden eine Lektion erteilen. Und mit der Drachin fangen wir an." Rascall wich erschrocken einen Schritt zurück. Sein Freund konnte durchaus furchteinflößend sein, wenn er so zornig war wie jetzt. Dazu kam, dass Griffin auch für einen Greifen besonders groß gewachsen war. Zwar war ihm der Drache an Größe und Maße immer noch ein wenig überlegen, aber dafür war Griffin ein ausdauernder und zäher Kämpfer. "Wie stellst Du Dir das vor, Griffin?" fragte Rascall und war sich zugleich sicher, dass er die Antwort gar nicht hören wollte. Der Greif blickte der Drachin hinterher und meinte beinahe träumerisch: "Nun, Du scheinst sie ja zu kennen, zumindest ihren Alten. Vielleicht weißt Du ja auch, wo sie genau wohnt. Naja, und wenn so ein knuffiger Drache wie Du eine Drachendame vielleicht nach der Uhrzeit fragt, dann wäre das doch auch nicht weiter verdächtig, nicht wahr?" "Klar weiß ich, wo sie wohnt, aber wieso sollte ich sie nach der Uhrzeit fragen?" Rascall war mal wieder ein wenig schwer von Begriff. "Idiot", zischte der Greif. "Du sollst sie doch nur irgendwie aufhalten, dann schnappen wir sie uns und zeigen ihr dann, wer der rechtmäßige Besitzer der Füchsin ist." "Mitten auf der Straße? Was ist, wenn uns da wer sieht?" "Überlass das nur mir. Ich habe da schon eine Idee." "Ich verstehe nur eines noch nicht, Griffin", wandte Rascall ein. "Warum ziehst Du mich da mit rein?" "Weil Du weißt, wo die Drachin wohnt, ich Deine Hilfe brauche und Du mein Freund bist, Blödian. Und jetzt beeil Dich, sonst ist sie noch vor uns bei sich zu Hause. Ich will das jetzt gleich geregelt haben."
Tylon wollte die herrliche Nacht genießen, daher hatte sie sich dafür entschieden, auf ihre Flügel zu verzichten und zu Fuß zu gehen. Sie hatte schon mehr die Hälfte des Weges durch den Park zurückgelegt, als sie ein Rascheln vor sich hörte. Sie blieb stehen und ihre Augen fixierten ein kleines Gebüsch direkt vor ihr. "Ist da wer?" fragte sie leise in die Dunkelheit. Doch anstatt einer Antwort verspürte sie einen dumpfen Schlag gegen ihre Brust und sie sah gerade noch etwas bläulich blitzen, bevor sie bewusstlos zu Boden ging. "Cool", sagte der Greif anerkennend. "Ich wusste doch immer, dass es praktisch ist, einen magiebegabten Drachen zum Freund zu haben." "Wir sollten uns besser beeilen", raunte Rascall und blickte sich nervös um. "Der Zauber wirkt nur ne knappe Stunde oder so. Ich konnte keine höhere Dosis an Energie abfeuern, das hätte sie umgebracht." "Und wenn schon", knurrte der Greif. "Komm, fass mit an, wir binden sie und schaffen sie dann weg."
Ein widerlicher Geruch von fauligen Kartoffeln und Schmutz drang an Tylons Nüstern. Was war bloß geschehen? Sie erinnerte sich nur vage an einen blauen Lichtschein, einen Schlag gegen ihre Brust und dann - Filmriss. Wo war sie? Allmählich begann sie, Konturen wahrzunehmen in dem Dämmerlicht, das sie umgab. Sie wollte sich aufrichten, doch wurde sie von etwas zurückgehalten. Es dauerte einige Zeit, bis sie sich darüber bewusst wurde, dass sie von stabilen Lederbändern gehalten wurde. Sie war auf brutale Weise gefesselt worden, am Rücken liegend, ihre Hintereine durch eine schwere Metallstange gespreizt. So lag unbequem auf ihren Flügeln und die Fesseln scheuerten an ihren Schuppen. Ihre Brust schmerzte heftig. Offensichtlich befand sie sich irgendwo in einem Keller oder einem anderen verlassenen Lagerraum. Hatte man sie entführt? Sicherlich, ihr Vater war vermögend und auch einflussreich, des fteren schon erreichten Entführungsdrohungen ihren Vater, doch man hatte die Gefahr niemals als akut eingestuft. In dem Dämmerlicht konnte sie auch nicht erkennen, wie lange sie hier schon gelegen hatte, war es Tag oder Nacht? Sie hatte jegliches Zeitgefühl verloren.
Scharfer Raubtiergestank benebelte ihre Sinne und noch bevor sie einen klaren Gedanken fassen konnte, fühlte sie etwas Nasses, Warmes auf ihre Schnauze treffen. Instinktiv schloss sie ihre Augen. "Mach Dein Maul auf, Drachenschlampe", grollte eine tiefe Stimme drohend und gleich darauf vernahm sie ein leises Zischeln: "Endlich aufgewacht, dann kann der Spaß ja endlich beginnen." Angewidert versuchte Tylon ihren Kopf wegzudrehen, doch es war ihr unmöglich. "Mein Freund befahl Dir, das Maul zu öffnen." Bevor Tylon in dem Sprecher den graugrünen Drachen erkannte, spürte sie einen brennenden Schmerz, der ihren gesamten Körper durchzuckte. Sie schrie auf - und der Greifenurin rann in ihr Maul. Allmählich klärte sich ihr Blick und sie bemerkte den gewaltigen Löwenkörper, der über ihr kauerte. Der Geschmack war widerlich und nur die Angst vor einem erneuten Schmerz, der zweifellos ihren Köper durchzucken würde, wenn sie nicht tat, was die beiden ihr befahlen, ließ sie den Urin schlucken, auch wenn sie dabei ständig gegen den Brechreiz anzukämpfen hatte. Es erschien ihr wie eine Ewigkeit bis der Greif seine Blase in sie entleert hatte und sich dann langsam umdrehte. Er blickte mit gelb glühenden Adleraugen auf sie herab, sein Schnabel klickte drohend. "Hör mir gut zu, Drachenschlampe. Du hast etwas gestohlen, was mir gehört. Ich werde das nicht hinnehmen." "Aber...wer seid Ihr denn? Was soll ich genommen haben, was..." Tylons Stimme war tränenerstickt. "Halts Maul", schnappte der Greif und im gleichen Augenblick verspürte Tylon wieder den grausamen Schmerz in ihrem Körper. "Mein Freund versucht Dir zu erklären, dass von nun an alles von Deinem Verhalten abhängt." Rascall war nun ebenfalls nahe an Tylon herangetreten. "Sei ein braves Mädchen und Du wirst den Raum halbwegs aufrecht gehend verlassen können. Machst Du Zicken, dann wird man Dich auf einer Bahre heraustragen." "Aber...was wollt Ihr denn von mir?" fragte die Drachin ängstlich. "Dir mal zeigen, was Männchen gegenüber Weibchen für Vorzüge haben", grinste Rascall zahnig und zielte nun ebenfalls mit seinem Glied auf Tylons Gesicht. "Nein, bitte..." Doch der Protest ging unter als sie nun den bitteren Geschmack des Drachenurins in ihr Maul bekam. Als der graugrüne Drache fertig war, rieb er sein nasses Glied an Tylons Nüstern. "Rieche dran, Schlampe. Gib doch zu, dass Dich dieser Geruch erregt. Riecht doch besser als so eine Füchsin, oder?" In der Tat verspürte Tylon, auch wenn sie es sich nicht eingestehen wollte, eine gewisse Erregung, als der schwere Moschusduft Rascalls in ihre Nüstern drang. Gleichzeitig durchzuckte sie eine Erkenntnis: "Dieser Greif da. Das ist Griffin, oder? Und Oregana, Du begehrst sie. Sie hat von Dir gesprochen!" "So, Du kennst mich also." Griffin kniff sie mit seinem scharfen Schnabel grob ins Ohr. "Was hat Dir das Fuchsluder über mich noch erzählt?" "N..nichts weiter. Nur dass Du hinter ihr her bist und..." Erneut zwickte der Greif zu. "Unsinn. Sie ist meine Braut, ich werde sie als mein Weibchen nehmen, sie wird mir eine treue Dienerin sein. Und Du wirst Deine dreckigen Krallen von ihr lassen, ein für alle Mal!" Griffin wandte sich seinem Freund zu. "Da fällt mir ein, Rascall. Seid Ihr Drachen wirklich so geschickt mit Euren Zungen, wie man sagt?" Rascall drückte sein Glied noch einmal gegen Tylons Schnauzenspitze und grinste. "Probiere es doch einfach aus. Ich glaube, diese Drachin würde gerne auch mal an einem Greifen riechen, nachdem sie ja deinen Saft auch schon geschluckt hat." "Das wollte ich hören", schnurrte Griffin und stellte sich so über Tylon, dass sein Hinterteil genau über ihrer Schnauze lag. "Rieche an mir, Schlampe." Rascall beobachtete lüstern die Szene und spürte, wie sein Glied ersteifte. Der Greif hatte seinen Löwenschwanz steil erhoben und enthüllte seine Rosette, die alles andere als sauber war. "Niemals. Ich...", weigerte sich Tylon und rümpfte angewidert die Nase, als sie den strengen Greifengeruch wahrnahm. "Ich glaube aber doch", brummte der Greif und hockte sich so auf die Drachenschnauze, dass Tylon kaum noch atmen konnte. Der Greif gurrte erregt, als er den warmen Atem der Drachin an seinem Hinterteil spürte. Er schloss kurz seine Augen und sagte leise, mehr zu sich selbst denn an Rascall gewandt: "Wenn Du wüsstest, wie lange ich mir das schon gewünscht habe - einmal von einer Drachenzunge gesäubert zu werden." "Du hast es gehört, Drachenschlampe", schnurrte Rascall und entblößte seine Zähne zu einem boshaften Lächeln. "Mein Freund würde gerne von Dir gesäubert werden. Tu ihm doch den Gefallen." "Das werde ich nicht", brachte Tylon gequält hervor, Tränen liefen ihre Wangen herab. "Das ist so widerlich und ich kann..." "Leck' sein Loch sauber, habe ich gesagt", herrschte Rascall die Drachin an und im gleichen Augenblick durchzuckte sie wieder jener unglaubliche Schmerz.
Widerwillig ließ sie ihre warme, nasse Zunge über den schmutzig-schmierigen Greifenanus gleiten. Es war widerlich, der Geschmack war sehr bitter und ranzig. Griffin strich mit seiner weichen Löwentatze über den Unterleib der Drachin und bemerkte, dass sie zwischen ihren Hinterbeinen feucht war. Er lachte laut auf: "Sieh an, ich scheine Dich zu erregen! Sieh nur Rascall, das ist das, was Weibchen wollen. Und es fühlt sich einfach nur geil an. Ich sollte meine Füchsin wohl auch dafür trainieren!" "Wer weiß, vielleicht haben die beiden das ohnehin schon immer miteinander getan. So wie sie Dich hier ausleckt, macht sie das bestimmt nicht zum ersten Mal", erwiderte Rascall. "Ich hab's doch schon immer gesagt", stöhnte der Greif. "Drachinnen seid einfach nur geile Schlampen." Griffin spürte, wie sein eigenes Glied ersteifte. "Mach schön weiter, Drachin. Hole alles aus mir raus, was noch in mir ist." Lüstern stemmte sich der Greif gegen Tylon, die gehorsam mit geschickten Bewegungen ihrer Zunge seinen Hintern aufs Gründlichste reinigte. Nach einiger Zeit fragte Griffin seinen Gefährten: "Was meinst Du? Bin ich sauber hinten?" "Lass mal sehen", antwortete Rascall und der graugrüne Drache schob seine Schnauzenspitze an das Hinterteil seines Freundes, das eben noch von Tylon verwöhnt worden war. Er schnupperte daran und schnurrte: "Du riechst hinten nun nach Drache." Ohne Vorwarnung drückte er seine lange, gespaltene Zunge tief in seinen Freund, ertastete ihn. Der Greif stöhnte laut auf in Lust, sein Glied war nun zu seiner vollen Pracht ersteift. Rascall roch die Erregung seines Freundes und zog seine Zunge heraus. "Die Schlampe hat ganze Arbeit geleistet. Du bist sauber. Du solltest sie belohnen." "Meinst Du wirklich?" Der Greif erhob sich und drehte sich um, rieb sein hartes Glied an der Drachinnenschnauze entlang. "Dann lass doch mal sehen, wie geschickt Du damit umgehst." Fordernd drückte er sein großes Glied gegen Tylons Lippen. Die Drachin war von sich selbst überrascht, dass sie beinahe automatisch ihr Maul öffnete und begann, mit ihrer Zunge das Greifenglied zu liebkosen.
Es war offensichtlich für Rascall, wie sehr Griffin die geschickte Drachenzunge genoss und beobachtete erregt, wie dieser lüstern in die feuchte, warme Grotte stieß, tief in ihren Rachen. Doch auch Tylon schien nun gegen ihren Willen erregt. Ihre Säfte begannen zu fließen und die Luft war erfüllt von dem Geruch ihrer Hitze und dem Moschusduft des Greifen und des männlichen Drachens. "Genug", stöhnte der Greif und zog sein Glied aus Tylons Rachen und Maul zurück. Er brachte sich nun am hinteren Ende der gefesselten Drachin in Position und fing an, sein durch den Drachensabber glitschiges Glied an den Schamlippen der Drachin zu reiben. "Ob ich diese ffnung nehmen soll?" Er drückte sein Glied fordernd ein wenig in Tylons Scheide. "Oder ob ich doch lieber den Hintereingang wähle? Ja, ich glaube, das ist geiler."
Tylon schrie auf in Schmerz, als Griffin grob sein Glied in die enge, jungfräuliche ffnung der Drachin drückte, laut zischelnd vor Lust und Leidenschaft, als die Körperhitze des Drachens den Greifenpenis umfing. Bald hatte er seine gesamte Länge in ihr versenkt und packte mit seinen Vordertatzen die Drachin an ihren Flanken, dabei seine Krallen durch die blauen Schuppen in ihr Fleisch bohrend. Blut sickerte aus den Wunden heraus, wo die Krallen eindrangen und Griffin begann, in einem harten, aber steten Rhythmus in Tylon zu stoßen. Es fühlte sich wunderbar an und er ließ sie jeden Zentimeter seines Gliedes spüren. Rascall konnte sich nicht länger zurückhalten und stellte sich an Tylons Kopf. Er packte sie grob und stieß ihr sein großes Drachenglied in ihre Schnauze. "Wollen doch mal sehen, wer von uns schneller kommt!" rief er seinem Freund zu. "Aber verspritze nicht gleich alles in sie", erwiderte Griffin. "Du musst unbedingt mal ihr Hinterende versuchen. Sie ist so schön eng."
Der Raum war erfüllt von dem lustvollen Stöhnen von Greif und Drachen, wobei das Stöhnen der Drachin jedoch eher schmerzerfüllt war. Doch sie hatte nicht die geringste Möglichkeit, sich zu wehren. Gnadenlos stieß der Greif in ihre enge Körperöffnung, während sich Rascall an ihrer Schnauze verging. Sie hatte mit dem Würgereiz zu kämpfen, als das gewaltige Drachenglied immer wieder in ihre Speiseröhre stieß. Tylon strampelte in ihrer Fesselung, doch ihr Widerstand schien ihre beiden Peiniger nur noch mehr zu erregen. Ein seltsamer Laut drang an Tylons Ohren und in diesem Augenblick spürte sie, wie der Greif förmlich in ihren Darm explodierte. Es war eine Mischung aus Brüllen und Zwitschern, als Griffin seine Lust herausbrüllte. Er stieß immer weiter in sie, sich vollständig entladend und noch bevor sein Orgasmus abflaute, pulsierte das Drachenglied in ihrer Schnauze. Der dickflüssige Drachensamen schoss in ihren Rachen und sie schluckte tapfer. Hauptsache, es würde bald vorbei sein. Offensichtlich hatten nun die beiden ihren Spaß gehabt...
Als Rascall fertig war, zog er grob sein Glied aus ihrer Schnauze und grinste boshaft seinen Freund an: "Du hast Recht, vielleicht sollte ich auch einmal das Hinterende von ihr probieren." Griffin ließ sein Glied mit einem leisen ‚Plopp' aus Tylons Hinterteil gleiten. "Dann komm her. Es gibt nichts geileres, als in ein Loch zu ficken, das bereits ein anderer schon mit seinem Samen gefüllt hat." "Ach, ich steh nicht so sehr auf anal", erwiderte Rascall. "Ich mag's eher klassisch." Damit gesellte er sich zu seinem Freund und rieb sein immer noch steifes, samenverschmiertes Glied an Tylons Schamlippen. Diese waren nun ganz feucht und er konnte ohne Probleme tief in sie eindringen. Er zischelte auf in Lust, als die feuchte Hitze Tylons sein Glied umfing. Griffin hingegen war wieder zu Tylons Schnauze zurückgekehrt. "Sauber machen!" befahl er barsch und hielt ihr sein schmieriges Drachenglied hin. Tylon hatte mittlerweile ihren Widerstand vollständig aufgegeben und gab sich ihren beiden Peinigern hin. Ja, sie spürte tief in sich, wie sich langsam ein Höhepunkt in ihr aufbaute. Der Greif packte Tylons Kopf und genoss ihre geschickte Zunge, die ihn von seinem Samen und ihren eigenen Rückständen säuberte. In seiner Lust stieß er erneut in das Drachinnenmaul und ein neuer Orgasmus traf ihn bereits nach wenigen Augenblicken wie eine Welle. Er explodierte förmlich in die Drachenschnauze und obwohl Tylon sich bemühte, alles eifrig zu schlucken, rann ein wenig des Greifensamens die Mundwinkel der Drachin herab. Tylon musste sich eingestehen, dass sie den Geschmack von Griffins Samen mochte. Er schmeckte besser als der des männlichen Drachens, leicht nussig. Sie spürte die kraftvollen Stöße Rascalls tief in sich, sein breites, langes Glied weitete sie und sie schwamm in einer Woge aus Lust und Schmerz. Sie leckte gerade die letzten Tropfen Greifensahne von Griffins Glied, als sie Rascalls Liebessäfte in sich verspürte. Dieser schnaubte in seiner Lust, kleine Flämmchen züngelten aus seinen Nüstern, als er sich kraftvoll in sie entlud.
Schließlich ließen Rascall und Griffin von ihr ab. Beinahe flehentlich blickte Tylon nun auf zu ihnen. "Ihr habt nun bekommen, was Ihr wolltet. Bitte lasst mich gehen", sagte sie leise. Die beiden Freunde blickten einander an. "Was ist mit Oregana?" fragte Griffin schließlich. "Ich will, dass Du sie in Ruhe lässt. Sie gehört mir, mir allein." Drohend drückte er ihr eine Kralle an die Kehle. Tylon schluckte schwer. "Aber...wie lieben uns doch", sagte sie leise. Griffin lachte höhnisch auf. "Liebe? Was versteht eine Drachenschlampe schon von Liebe? Du hältst Dich jedenfalls von ihr fern, oder ich bring Dich um, verstanden?" Tylon keuchte auf, als Griffin mit seiner scharfen Kralle ihre Kehle ritzte, um seinen Worten Nachdruck zu verleihen. "Ich..ich werde mich von ihr trennen", sagte sie schließlich schwach. "So ist's brav, Mädchen", gurrte der Greif und wandte sich dann an seinen Freund.
Er zog Rascall ein wenig beiseite und flüsterte ihm zu. "Dir ist klar, dass wir sie nicht weglassen können? Wenn die das weitererzählt, dann sind wir geliefert. Ich habe aber keine Lust, auf dem Schafott zu landen, Du etwa?" Der graugrüne Drache schüttelte seinen Kopf. "Was sollen wir mit ihr machen?" fragte er. Griffins Augen blitzten boshaft auf. "Kannst Du Dir das nicht denken, mein Freund?"
Die Sirenen heulten durch die Nacht, die von hellem Feuerschein erleuchtet war. Ein altes Lagerhaus am Stadtrand stand in Flammen und die eilig herbeigerufene Feuerwehr versuchte verzweifelt, den Brand zu bekämpfen. "So etwas habe ich noch nie erlebt", sagte der Feuerwehrhauptmann, ein grauhaariger Wolf, und schüttelte resigniert seinen Kopf. "Dieses Feuer scheint magisch zu sein, wir können es nicht löschen. Falls irgendjemand in diesem Gebäude war..." Er brach ab und schüttelte seinen Kopf.
Niemand hörte in jener Nacht das Schluchzen der Füchsin, die in ihrem Briefkasten einen Abschiedsbrief ihrer Geliebten Tylon gefunden hatte...
ENDE.
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The transition from one subject to another was like the set changing for a play, except the lights were shining on all the prop-movers and scenery-changers. Thumps and thuds and metallic scraping signified books and supplies swapped from within the storage desks of each student. How they were expected to keep all of their stuff in that small space was always a mystery, because every year the books and supplies got bigger and the cubby-space always stayed the same size. Ket had always been an avid reader. But he realized that lately he had not picked up a book because of his new friendships. The in-class reading, whether aloud or along with a cassette tape, had really been the only time he spent with his nose smelling the musty pulp of pages. Even though he had already read all of the books last year, bar one, he still looked forward to the forty-five minutes of class-time, two days a week, that was purely devoted to reading. "Okay class, listen up, today you've gotta choose a partner. Hop-to." The scramble commenceth. Grabbing a partner was like any other scramble at Lonely Oak: the swings, the instruments, the *good* playing cards. In the first few moments destiny righted itself and friends partnered with friends, and the rest that were too slow had to deal with what was left over. Rini with Bitty and Betty, Ritzer with Beck, Angela with Kelly-Elly, Timothy with Arnold, John with Justin, Robert with Cathy and William with Kimberly. Usually Emeral would be with Lyza and Ket would have to merge with another pair. But this time, Ket found a partner by his side almost immediately. "Aw man," Lyza grumbled, "You don't wanna be my partner?" "I do, Lyz," Emeral replied, "But this time can I be with Ket?" "But who am I s'posta partner with?" "Panda, silly." Emeral said in a whisper, pointing to the bear. "I don't wanna partner with him!" She protested under her breath. "Why not?" Emeral asked; "It'll be a nice change." "He's still mad at me about last week." Ms. Hupp went around to the groups, sealing them. "Rini...I really wish you wouldn't pair with both Bitty and Betty..." "I have to, remember? We can't tell who's who otherwise." Emeral bit her lip. "Fine. Ket will be his partner." "Wait wha?" Ket blinked. "Why do I have to be his partner? Why don't you be his partner Emmy?" "Oh my gosh you guys are so mean." Emeral said, placing her hands on her hips. "Stop being so stubborn, Ket. You're older than us so you should be setting an example. Now go be his partner." Ket sighed. "Fine." He got out of his desk, and started to walk over, but Emeral caught his arm. He looked back at her. "Thank you," she said, and let him go. Ket made his way over to Panda, who was still sitting at his desk just like Ket would have done. "Hey." The tiger said as he approached. "You...wanna be partners?" The bear looked up and shrugged. "Sure," he said. It was finalized when Ms. Hupp came to them and wrote their names onto the clipboard in her arms. With all of the diads settled, she went to the center of the circle of desks and cleared her throat. "So, for the past two weeks we've been discussing what makes up a story: plot, setting, characters, first-, second- and third-person, and The Mountain (rising action, climax and falling action)." The class began to settle; cheeks met palms and chins met desks. "Up until now we've all been reading as a class, and discussing what we've read. But for the next several weeks each team will read different books, and every week that team will have to give a report on what they've read." The class groaned, but she continued; "After the team has finished the book, they will give a final report on the book as a whole." The groan escalated. "That sounds too hard," Cathy protested, "Are the books big? How much do we have to read?" "Cathy, it's not that much," Ms. Hupp replied. "You're required to read three chapters a week, some of which you can read during class-time." "How big are the books?" Asked Justin. "Some are bigger than others, most are around two-hundred pages." The class protested in shock. "What?" Kimberly squeaked, "That's not fair! So some people are going to have easy books and some hard?" "Quit'cher whin'n," Ritzer muttered, "It ain' *that* hard. I dunnit before. Twice." "Yeah," Rini piped, "and at your rate you'll do it for a fourth and a fifth and a sixth..." The class laughed. Ms. Hupp fought for control. After they settled down, she began again. "Speaking of having done this before, everyone will get to choose their books except for two groups: Ritzer's and Ket's. I'm assigning them." She went to her clip board. "Ritzer and Beck, you will be reading *Harry Potter*; Ket and Panda, you will be reading *The Voyage of the Dawn Treader*. For the rest of you, I'll pass around these sheets. Pick a book and write it in the box next to your names. You'd better hurry, because starting this Friday is your first report." Over the next twenty minutes the partners picked out their books on a first-come-first-served basis, and a book was given to each person. When all was done, for the last bit of reading time, eyes eagerly swam across page after page, trying to pack in as much reading as possible, everyone dreading the report due in just a few days.
Dear Treewatcher,
It's been a while. How are you? I was under a spell in the ice realm; a wizard had wiped my memory, so I knew not who I spoke with. It was only when the spell wore off that I remembered, and even then I have had trouble thinking about how to contact you. I hope that doesn't make you mad. I spoke with the Wise One a while ago. She helped me locate you. She is helpful as always, and told me to tell you she misses you and hopes you are fairing well in the outer lands. I don't know if you are aware, but I had decided at the end of last year to stay within the old kingdom. It is still a great place. The Trolls still lurk about, but they are not as much of a threat as they once were. I remember when they stole all of your spell books, and left torn pages in your desk every day. I wish I could avenge that deed for you, but if I did I would probably be banished from the kingdom. I am learning the ways of the warrior from a good friend. Well...someone a little more than a friend but...I cannot say that now. It's fun, and kind of easy. But I can't use it unless it's absolutely needed. The moves are very dangerous, and I'm constantly warned (it gets annoying, I know it's dangerous, but I keep getting warned). I'm not going out and looking for trouble, but I do wonder if I have mastered the techniques. My castle is different from what you might remember. The king...turned out to be a dragon. I don't really like to talk about it though. The dragon left but the queen is still here. She has gotten a new quest and she is in the castle more. She used to have two quests that meant she was not here that much. I like having her around more. I eat less pop-tarts and more warm food, and talk to her more. Sometimes I miss the castle being empty, but I can get used to her presence. Anyway, I don't want to write too much in case this is really weird. I hope it actually gets to you. If it doesn't that'll be embarrassing.
Sincerely, Whisperfoot. P.S. Is the outer land as people say? I have heard of its differences but...
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Lonely Oak Chapter 20 by Lemniscate
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Text: "Hey Selina, want some?" Lily giggled. Selina was a dork at high school, and everyone always mocked her for it. Her long, tangled black hair reached her waist and she had dark freckles all over her skin. She always wore tight clothing, trying to make herself look sexy, but it never worked. She was just a dork, and although she was actually pretty, nobody really cared. She was always a dork, and that's how it would always be.
Lily, on the other hand, was stunning. She had long, curling blonde hair and the prettiest green eyes. Her skin was fair and she had the hottest boyfriend ever. Lily would always make fun of Selina, and today was no different. Lily shoved a small pill into her mouth, then swallowed it dry. She had a little jar filled with other pills, and she held it up. Selina didn't know what they were for, but she was tired of Lily teasing her. "I don't even know what those pills are. I'm not going to take them, Lily, and you know it," Selina hissed. She waited for the usual Lily reaction, a giggle and a dumb comeback. Lily just smiled, though, and replied to Selina.
"Actually, Selina, their special pills. They help with... My hair, eye and skin color. They make me pretty. I'm kind of tired with making fun of you, so take them. You can have them, I have more at home" Lily said innocently.
Selina stared in awe. She took the pills, knowing that they were probably actually harmless. Lily had just taken one, after all. Selina read the side, then walked away from Lily. They had been outside the school, and now it was time for Selina to walk home. While walking back, she continued to read the side and back. Pretty Pills TM
"One pill will instantly make you beautiful and amazing!"
It was enough to make Selina smile. There was a tiny little warning sign on the back, but Selina didn't bother to read it. It didn't matter to her, she just wanted to be beautiful. Selina unlocked the door to her house and stepped inside. She quickly ran up to her room, then flopped on her bed.
Selina opened the lid, and the pills lay inside. She dumped them all into her hand. If she took them all, she'd be prettier than Lily. So, she put them in her mouth, and chewed them all at once. She grinned, and hoped that this wasn't some stupid prank from Lily.
Selina swallowed. She took the empty jar and set it on her dresser. She then looked in the mirror, but then gasped.
Her hips swelled out a bit, her face becoming a bit rounder. Instantly, her butt and breasts were bigger too. She grinned. She looked extremely sexy. But the effect lasted only for a few seconds, before she suddenly felt a bit heavier and she felt really hungry. Pains tore at Selina's stomach. She ran downstairs and opened her fridge. There was a pizza, left over from last night in there. She quickly opened the pizza box and wolfed it down. This made her even hungrier. She opened the freezer, and found a huge tub of ice cream. Selina took out a spoon and dug into it, not realizing she was slowly swelling out. Once she was done, she craved soda pop. She opened the fridge and saw two bottles in there. Quickly, she opened the first and chugged it. Then, the second. By now, her stomach had stopped swelling. She was a bit fat, but Selina didn't care. The hunger had stopped. She sighed and looked down at herself.
"Great job, Selina, you've made yourself fat," she muttered.
Then, she felt hungry again. She opened the fridge and tore out everything there was, gobbling it down. Her stomach swelled out, a gurgling and moaning filling the room. Selina's butt filled out too, and same with her breasts. Her tight sweater creaked, and she moaned. She had to eat more. Selina was now six feet tall and bulging at her sides, and she looked like an extremely overweight woman. The moaning and gurgling didn't stop, and Selina felt herself expanding slowly without even eating food. She moved steadily and difficultly over to the stairs. Her room was above her. If she could make it there, she could read the container the pills had come in.
Selina's sweater snapped as she moved into her room. It flew off of her, and across the room, pushing the pill container off the dresser. Selina dover for it, getting wedged in between her bed and the dresser. But she managed to pick the container up. Warning: Overdosage may have serious side effects. Do not consume more than one pill. If you experience slight hunger or discomfort after taking pills, contact a doctor right away. Selina groaned. Her stomach chorused in, and she felt herself letting out all the gasses trapped in her body. She let out a low burp that lasted several seconds, and then realized that her skin was growing tighter and tighter. Her t-shirt ripped at the seams, and it too flew off.
The bedframe dug into her side. Selina was suddenly very thirsty, and she croaked. She needed water. Slowly, she managed to push the bed away from her ballooning body, and she went for the tap. She turned it on and stuck her mouth under it. For several seconds, she lay there, water pouring into her mouth, then tried to move. But she was stuck. Water continuously flowed into her mouth, and her body greedily started to inflate faster. Selina's butt pushed the ground, causing her to move up. The tap was pressed against her mouth, and it was swallow or drown. Selina painfully gulped down the water, and felt herself grow. Her shorts had already split before, and she was in nothing but her undergarments.
Selina's body grew. She gasped painfully as stars danced across her vision. A moaning filled the room, and Selina felt her stomach pulsing with pressure. Her skin was as tight as an overfilled balloon, an overfilled water balloon. her body let out a low rumble before exploding into a million pieces.
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Text: It all worked very easily. Elodie dragged her fingertips across the rubber buttons on the remote. It all worked smoothly, the system having been perfected and reperfected over decades and much like how one eventually figured out the immaculate way to fix the cogs of a clock, someone had figured out how to perfect this. The remote.
Elodie positioned herself onto the sofa, her body easing into the crisp fabric. She wore nothing but an old bikini - black, and plain - that she wouldn't mind ruining. Everything was tingling within her, even before the process began. Her breathing quickened, the hairs on her arms stood up and her skin prickled. She wanted it, needed it, craved it more than air or life itself.
She pressed a green button on the remote.
A tank, to her left, spurred to life. She heard a slight hissing noise, and felt it within her almost instantly. It was exhilarating, it was right; it was what drove her mad. It was air. Filling inside of her.
She always grew anxious in the very beginning. It wasn't happening fast enough - it never happened fast enough. All she wanted was to feel full, to feel light and whole. She could feel the air rushing into her body from the tube, connected to the tank and her. But it wasn't happening fast enough. She pressed her hands against her smooth mid-section, whining from how flat it was.
Tossing a few strands of her black hair behind her ears, she spread her legs a little more and shut her eyes. "Enjoy the moment, Elly," she had to tell herself. "Enjoy it. Enjoy the process of becoming full."
She pressed on her stomach again and finally felt some pressure. Moaning slightly, she spread her legs more and looked down at her body. Past the mountain range of two breasts, goosebumped with excitement, Elodie saw her flat stomach begin to bulge. She always thought, at first, that it was a trick of her mind. It couldn't be that easy, not really, her simple dreams couldn't be met that easily. But it did.
Her body began to fill with the air.
She looked slightly pregnant at first. Her bulge was modest and she rubbed it with her hands, feeling how taut her skin was, how full she felt. She wanted more. She pressed an upward arrow on the remote a few times, gasping at the sudden rush of air into her.
It was going fast now. The air forced its way into her. Her stomach stretched and stretched. She spread her legs more to accommodate the girth, feeling a growing tingle in her crotch. She appeared very pregnant now - overdue, even. Her stomach continued to grow, her skin having been prepared for years for this one moment.
More and more, she grew.
Her stomach became a beach ball, her skin so taught it reddened a little. Her hands rubbed against it. Elodie leaned her head back as the tingle in her crotch grew. This was all too much, all too overwhelming for just one woman to handle. Her stomach covered her lap, and she felt so light as the air continued to fill.
Fill.
Inflate.
Swell.
She grew, her moans turning into whimpers and gasps. She wanted more, needed more and she pressed the up arrow on the remote more. Her mind became consumed with "more!" and she obeyed with "up, up, up!"
Filling, inflating.
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I should upload consistantly. Anyways...
Contrael is at war, and the other side of the world isn't any better. Now to Corysia where, on June 11th, Parosana launched a suprised attack on the country.
The Northern Theatre will not be focused on, but I might type up a chapter that takes place there. For now, the port city of Senchen is the focus.
As usual: comments, critique, ratings, and anything else are all appreciated!
PS: is there preference of longer or shorter submissions?
June 12, Y874 - Corysia - Northern Front - Morning
Only the monstrous roar of noisy diesel engines prevails. Most of Corysia's active ground forces are already deployed at the border with Parosana's claims in Corysia, but the rest have to be redeployed. Several divisions were ordered to move in the wake of the undeclared war. The majority of the Corysian Army is made up of reserves, so they first need to be reassembled. Meanwhile, 2/159th Infantry of the 54th Infantry Division has been on the move for more than a day already. Now they are at last nearing the front, coming ever closer to their deaths. The trucks are travelling through somewhat mountainous terrain covered with vegetation.
Exhaust constantly emitted from the massive column of trucks constantly pesters Terry. He can't fall asleep with all the fumes, or maybe that's because he just woke up a few minutes ago. The silver fox has pretty much nothing to do. Sun is mostly silent, occasionally chatting with Reaf, a wolf in the same team as Terry, and Darrell is sleeping. As for Karbovic, with his characteristic glare plastered to the wolf's face as he stared straight ahead, it's not as if Terry will be chatting with him in the near future, if ever at all. While the fox glances at Karbovic, the wolf glares his cut-through-composite-tank-armor signature glare at the fox in return. Terry quickly turns his muzzle away, staring at the floor in shame.
Terry spends pretty much hours staring at nothing, trying to pass the time. As hard as he tries, he can't prevent the memories of civilian life from returning. He misses Escova, he misses his family, everything. Terry wasn't given the opportunity to see his family when he was pulled into the 2/159th Infantry, 54th Infantry Division. The silver fox sent some letters and received a few, but it's nothing like seeing someone face to face. He mainly regretted being involuntarily enlisted, but as much as he hated it, he can't change things like that.
"Incoming, get down!" a soldier in the trucks shouts
A few cannon rounds pepper the trucks, and a Parosanan jet zips past. It hugs the ground, flying at high speed, and passes by quickly. Before anyone has even taken cover, the aircraft has flown away. Everyone is awake now, and the trucks halt. Fortunately, very little damage is done. Only four or five fellow soldiers are wounded, and all they have are minor shrapnel wounds.
"No bombs?" Terry asks, puzzled.
"You want fucking bombs?" Karbovic growls, rudely shoving a paw into the fox's back. The large wolf spits into the small crater in the road made by cannon round.
"Probably a deep-strike mission, saving the bombs for later." Darrell says.
Parosana has an upper paw in the air over large portions of the front. The Corysian National Air Force took a beating in the first few hours of the war. Parosana also used its superior navy to establish a blockade on Corysia. Already, the situation is bleak.
The soldiers get back on the trucks, and continue on. The front is closer than they think it is.
June 29, Y874 - Corysia - Senchen HQ - Morning
Northern Corysia is being ripped up, but what is the 7th Armored Division doing? Sitting on its tail in Senchen doing nothing! This is probably to make up for the honor of being put in charge of the division, Spaer reasoned. Whatever the cause, Spaer had no say in the decision. He did, however, have the honor of operating a small regiment-sized armor detachment from 16th "Anvil" Tank Brigade active on the Northern Front. In fact, he was just there a few days ago. The fox quickly walks down one of the many halls in the Senchen HQ. In his paw is a cup of instant coffee, the sort of disgusting stuff only fit for military use, especially in the National Corysian Armed Forces. Activity in the HQ has increased with the onset of war. Furs hurry through the building to deliver messages, attend meetings, or carry out another task of sorts. Talk typically consisted of news from the front, and sometimes news about Contrael.
"All officers, report to the briefing room immediately! All other personnel are to regroup with their units!" the intercom shouts as Spaer pads through the hallway.
Something must have happened. The only thing he could think of is an inbound fleet or amphibious invasion, and Spaer hopes that isn't the case. Even though he wanted his whole division to be of some use, a successful capture of Senchen would put the entire Northern Front at risk. Not only that, Senchen's capture by Parosanan forces is highly plausible with the lack of troops in the city to defend it, since the vast majority of the armed forces are concentrated at the north. Parosana would also have an open road to their capitol, Vanden if Senchen is lost. Finally, Senchen is a major industrial city with several factories, and is also the home to most of the city's semi-conductor fabs. Considering all of the above, the port city of Senchen is absolutely vital to Corysia's ability to survive the war.
Spaer hurries to the briefing room, and already it is packed full of other officers with an assortment of ranks. The red fox can easily spot furs commanding anything from battalions to army groups. Everyone is trying to find out what the situation is. Rumors are rampant, and Spaer hears everything from a commando infiltration team detected, to a small frigate group sighted offshore, to a multi-carrier taskforce given the objective of taking Senchen. What he is sure of is that Senchen is on the spotlight.
"Attention!" a wolf at the front of the room shouts. An intelligence officer, a rather shady-looking fox, appears from a door to the side, and quickly walks to the front of the room.
"Approximately twenty minutes ago, a fleet belonging to Parosana was spotted about 400 miles offshore. The total number of ships has not been confirmed, but the estimate is around...20 to 25 ships."
"How many carriers?" someone in the crowd asks.
"The total is unconfirmed-"
"About how many are there?" the fur asks again, slightly raising his voice. The fox sighs, and rubs his muzzle. He delays for a moment before finally saying, "One full-sized carrier and two amphibious assault ship have been confirmed...four or five probables identified."
"That's it, Senchen's lost," Spaer whimpers. Many of the officers in the room also respond in the same way. Corysia's entire navy before the outbreak war totaled about 50 ships. During the initial stages of the war, the navy was hit hard and almost wiped out. They weren't even as advanced as Parosana's own ships.
Since the first day, morale has been hopelessly low. Simply looking at the facts tells everything. First of all, Corysia has a deficit of certain essential resources and raw materials required for defense and domestic purposes, namely oil and metals. Second, Corysia does not have the ability to win in a war against Parosana by itself. Parosana's navy far surpasses that of Corysia's, and the air force is also superior. The only hope lies on Corysia's ground forces. But even if the war on the ground is successful, the Parosanan navy can easily establish a blockade, and Corysia will eventually run out of resources.
The trade problem would, at first glance, seem simple. After all, they share borders with Sibivea, rich in all sorts of raw materials and happy to trade. However, Sibivea is ruled by a Utonist government, the only in the world, which has strong ideological differences with autocratic governments, like Corysia's, and would not work well together. With dissent in Corysia fueled by Utonism, the Sibiveans are an even less appealing choice. Meanwhile in the southeast, Corysia shares a bit of their border with Viscinidia, part of the Central Territories, nations that have plenty of oil. But most of the oil is monopolized by multi-billion international corporations left over from the Conquest Era and still foreignwned even now after the territories have won independence. Of course, materials can be imported from other countries through Viscinidia, but sooner or later Parosanan will cut that route and desperately needed imports will have no way in.
For the military, the only practical method by which Corysia can win the war is from outside help. The Utonintern, or Sibivea since it's the only member of the faction, is definitely not a possibility due to influence on internal dissent. The NSU isn't an option either due to Parosana, Corysia's neighbor and attacker, leaning heavily towards the alliance which it also recently joined. This leaves the AON as the only viable source of help, but the AON isn't particularly willing to send aid. After all, they have their own war to deal with.
"Shut your muzzles!" the wolf at the front of the room shouts. Everyone in the room falls silent.
"The fleet can only be here to capture Senchen," the intelligence officer proceeds. "I am without a doubt that everyone is familiar with Parosana's Northern Claims. Don't let Year 833 happen again, damn it! Don't let Senchen turn into another Kenlen!"
The Northern Claims were large areas of territory lost to the Parosanans during the Last War. A major port in the north called Kenlen, similar to Senchen, was captured by the Parosanans on Year 833. The front collapsed, armed forces fell into disarray, and large pieces of territory were annexed. This time will be worse. For this war, Parosana is looking to annex the entire nation.
The fox sweeps his eyes across the crowd in front of him. In less than a month, a quarter of the furs will be dead. A whole month and that number will rise to half, and in another few months almost everyone will die.
"Notify your troops; Parosana's coming to us, right here. Get them prepared for combat and await further instructions. Any furs in Regional Missile Command are to stay here. Everyone else is dismissed."
The shuffle of a roomful of furs quickly exiting follows, along with mumbling and muffled conversations with voices kept low. Slowly the furs leave, their tails drooping close to the ground. A few trade words and phrases. Furs part of the RMC stay behind, probably organizing a missile strike on the fleet. Spaer hoped so. But before the fox could meet up with his troops, he needs to return to his office briefly. On the way there, any soldier still left in the building scramble to regroup with their unit. Officers hurry meet with their troops.
Spaer reaches his room in a remote corner of the headquarters, and instantly spots a note on his desk. He picks it up and skims it. No, there is some mistake, right? There must be an error in the message! Shocked, he reads it again, this time with more concentration. He didn't read it incorrectly. Spaer is supposed to keep his division at the outskirts of the city, setting up an air defense network there, and preventing the city from being enveloped by a surprise amphibious landing from the flank. That's nothing compared to what followed. He is supposed to dedicate "a heavy combined battalion to support infantry inside the city". *What the fuck?* How can they not realize that cities are traps for armored fighting vehicles? The fox forces those thoughts out of his mind. He is Fuchs Spaer, commander of the Corysian National Army 7th "Corysian Steel" Armored Division of Armored Corps B, "Hard Corps"! He is a tank leader! He has to prove that he can handle urban tank and mechanized warfare, even if it is suicide. The red fox grabs some items, including his deck of cards, and hurries to meet up with his division.
Furs scramble to get to their seats in the dark RMC, Regional Missile Command, launch room. Several rows of monitors facing back-to-back on long tables display crucial information to the operators. The location of the Parosanan fleet is constantly tracked by ground-based radar systems deep inside Corysia. The general in charge of the show, a rather worried husky who himself has only recently arrived in the room, rubs his paws with unease.
"Thirty seconds 'till launch!" he announces to the staff, quickly inputting data into the battle-net and broadcasting it to anti-ship missile launchers far away from the bunker.
Missiles are something Corysia invested a lot of time and funding into. The anti-ship missile is still somewhat new technology, and quite expensive. Partly for that reason, Corysia did not have many test or drills conducted. Outside the bunker, positioned far outside the city, are several motorized missile launchers awaiting the launch signal.
"Ten seconds!" the general calls.
Nothing could prepare anyone in the RMC department for the real, live firing of their missiles. Everyone is tense, including the husky watching over everything. This missile strike is not only to save Senchen, but to save Corysia and for them to save themselves.
"Five!" the husky started to count down. "Four...three...two...one...launch!"
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Ablaze Ch.4: Battle of Senchen (1) by Rayting
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