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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Erotica Sweet 16 Lite Issue Three now out.
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Home Schooled Witchcraft Preview Coming This Weekend...
Original preview content (fresh fiction I'm writing this week) will highlight the preview. Stay tuned (and once again sorry for the long delay, I'm still way backlogged so it seems I never have time to write everything I want to as fast as I want to).
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Next Week...
I'm going to try and whip up quick erotic pieces starting this coming week so I consistently put up fresh content. We'll see how that works out this Wednesday!
Of Furries and Yiffings Preview : Forever Yours Chapter 2
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Forever Yours
Chapter 2
Stacy was about to turn 12 cycles old… which in human terms was 24 years due to the fact Stacy‘s homeworld counted year cycles differently than humans (as the homeworld spun at a slower rate than Earth).
Originally (before she was exiled from her home village) she meant to travel to her aunt‘s home to celebrate her birthday with Tracy, but now it seemed it would be a double trip to celebrate both her birthday and life together in this new home. The morning they packed up their things and traveled to the Traveller Station she knew that this would be the last morning in her hometown. Somehow, however, she wasn’t bitter… as long as Tracy was with her she could never be bitter about it.
The trip itself was spectacular, as always. The views from the Traveller, a huge hovering train that traveled along a single long crystalline “rail” which “guided it from station to station and village to village, was great as always. From the coastline the train went slowly upwards and upwards, across long valleys and scenic grasslands up towards the mountains and their own grand views across the wide landscapes about them.
“Wow!” Tracy whispered in admiration, her head resting on Stacy’s shoulder as she looked out the huge window. “I lived my whole life by the sea on my homeworld so I never been up this high… the views are… wow…“
Stacy sighed, relishing the closeness as they watched the world pass them by, her tail thumping happily between the two. “Can you spare a moment for a drink?” Aunt Fiona asked, passing two soda like carbonated drinks to the two as she turned to look at the scenery herself. “Thank you, aunty.” Stacy spoke softly, pressing the button on top of the bottle to open it, sipping her drink as the tall trees lining the highlands whizzed by them to either side. “Your strong, precious.“ she said to Tracy, “Most people (myself included) usually get motion sick the first time they ride on the Traveler this high up, what with all the twists and turns the train takes along the crystal line.”
“You both must have a strong constitution since (as I remember it) Stacy there didn’t get as sick as she’s hinting about.“
“I did too!“
“Your face just blew up like a airfish, that’s all!“ her aunt countered, “Most people usually hurl their innards out onto the flooring halfway up.“
Cries of “AUNTIE” and “FIONA” filled the cabin.
“Thanks, Fi, really!“ one of Stacy’s friends named Reilly (a dog-girl looking Collie lady said as she frowned at Fiona) “Just don’t move about if you get easily motion sick! That‘s what I did my first trip up!”
“The motion sickness comes from the swaying of the train during turns (as the hover mode is soft hover to conserve power, meaning the slightest turn telegraphs into train tilting, with stronger turns (like along the mountain spine trails) telegraphing as strong swaying motions (hence the motion sickness).“
“Gee, thanks Airia.“ Reilly sighed. “What a smart girl like you…“ (a beautiful grey furred wolf girl) “…is doing falling in love with a dummy like Fi is a mystery to me (and all of us in general).“
“Hey!!“ Fiona retorted, frowning visibly, “Changing the subject, have you seen the place you and Tracy are moving into yet, Stacy dearest?“
“I’ve been there before only twice, back when my uncle was still alive.“ (turns to Tracy who looks confused) “He was abit of a black sheep too, Tracy, so he willed me the place to live after he went on to a better place…“
Tracy: “So…“ (gently takes Stacy’s hands into her own) “…he’s…“
Stacy: “Living on the Golden Coast with his male husband. They’re fine.“
Tracy: “…urgk…” (wipes forehead) “Well, changing subject here I’ve never been to a winter home before, or a summer one for that matter (I‘ve been an apartment dweller my whole life it seems). So it’s my first time. And---” (gulps) “---come to think of it, it’s also my first time skiing and playing in snow as well so forgive me if I embarrass you.”
Stacy smiles her serene smile, “You could never embarrass me, precious. Never.” she whispered softly, her smile melting Tracy’s cold feeling in her stomach by a little bit.
“That’s because she can’t ski either and she’d probably just want to spend lots of time at the hot springs, or at the Carbo Huts drinking Sweet Carbolots, or just lying in her huge bed having wall to wall sex with you.“
“AUNTIE!!“
“You know you’re the only one drawing attention to us, dearest, I’m talking in a normal voice and you’re… now, now!!“ (blushes as she waves her niece off) “No need to turn red in the face like that! I’ll behave! I’ll behave for the rest of the tr -- oh, wait, we‘re here!“
As the Traveler reached the village Fiona quickly took a few minutes to point out every place to get hot Carbolots, hot springs to visit, and places to buy fat thick strap on dicks and lube… until Stacy screamed one last time and covered her face in the hood of her jacket. It took five minutes to get her to uncover her face again.
* * * * * *
“Well…” Tracy remarked the moment they reached their new home. “…we won’t be too cramped even with your auntie and friend moving in.”
The place was huge. A two story house that seemed rather Earthian in apperarance. In fact a lot of the buildings in the village seemed like a strange offshoot of Victorian meets Suburban Ranch homes. Just enough elegance with enough of affordable charm to make the community feel like a normal working girl’s hometown and yet snazzy enough to have a gated community feel to it.
The house was secluded into a cute cul-de-sac of similar homes, at the end of the street which was lit up in beautiful lights which Fiona warned was a year round thing. “The community had a choice between glaring city street pods and old fashioned glowing lamps and neither worked… so they split the difference with old fashioned glowing lamps with streets lined with these festive glowing colorful lights… we’re not sure why but there’s just something… calming about all the lights.“
“Makes it look like Christmas every day of the year.“ Tracy offered.
“That’s nice.“ (Fiona) “…what’s Kristmess?“
Beyond the cul-de-sac of homes was a huge hillside with lots of privacy given by trees surrounding it, and several smaller hills (between the streets around them) providing for plenty of space for skiing and other winter activities. “And when it’s green and hot it’s great for picnics out here…“ Stacy added.
“Though it’ll still have the Christmasy feel with all these lights all year round, won’t it precious.“
“Yes… whatever Crispness is.“
Tracy and Stacy went to move into their new bedroom of their new home as the others went back into the downtown area to get dinner.
* * * * * *
The room (like the rest of the massive house) was large, with a giant bed which Tracy knew she and her lover were going to be breaking in in short order. As they set up Tracy smiled, “How many people are going into exile with us again?”
“Just us. Auntie and her lover are moving in because they like the idea of living here (always wanted the place). Then there’s Reilly and Grace, who are moving here since Reilly married someone from a snobby family who thinks Reilly is beneath her life mate.”
“Uh… but isn’t Grace a…”
“A what?” Stacy asked, to which her love said, “A great big skunk?”
In truth Grace did resemble, in human terms, a skunk girl… but since there was no such creature in this world Stacy only shook it off without further comment. She didn’t understand Tracy’s drive, nor would she if pressed. She did find it curious that Tracy was worried about Grace’s sense of smell. “She smells just fine.” she told Tracy once, “I don’t think she has problems with her nose.”
Suddenly something Fiona told her just before they boarded the Traveler came to mind as she unpacked. “Have you ever heard of a shrine near here? A sacred pool of spring water?”
“Yes. It’s just above us in the hills near the cul-de-sac (in the circle of trees a few clicks away).”
* * * * * * *
“What am I doing here…” Tracy muttered, looking about her in a daze. Sneaking out after she was sure Stacy was sleeping soundly… as soundly as she could after sex.
Stacy slid between her lover’s legs, her strap on lubed and ready as she looked down at Tracy’s waiting form. “Oh goddess you’re so beautiful.” she rasped, her snout clenched as her fur seemingly stood on end. Tracy had been dominate at first, but once worn out she gave herself willingly to her stronger more energetic lover. Her seemingly endless energy amazed her, how Stacy could go and go and go and never wear out for the longest time.
First Stacy knelt down and took her lover’s cunt into her snout, giving her oral pleasure gently even as she gingerly held her jaw filled with sharp fangs open to lovingly deliver oral pleasure to her beloved. Tracy’s hands gingerly massaged her breasts under the assault of her lover’s expert tongue and fingers, bliss rippling over her very being.
Suddenly Stacy moved forward, her hard rubber dick moving right up to the very edge of her lover’s cunt, just pressing against it as Stacy breathlessly hovered over Tracy mere inches from her. Her face was strained, her need rising again as it began to overtake her. Seconds later she would be fucking Tracy hard, gripping her human love tight as she sank her teeth into her love’s shoulder, relentlessly fucking as her own bliss drove her into a raging fuck frenzy, her neural dildo transmitting every bang into Tracy’s pussy right into Stacy’s mind feeding her need to cum.
Of course after this Stacy would be crying in Tracy’s arms, ashamed again that sex turned so violent in her need. Tracy never minds, even as the little floating bot heals her shoulder wound as her lover cries in her arms. Nothing Stacy could do would make Tracy hate her, their love was too strong… and, she didn’t want to tell Stacy this, but she in fact loved it when her lover was this “intimate” with her. A little pain mixed with a demonic pleasure in her lover’s arms was worth it.
Just surrendering herself bodily wasn’t enough though.,
As they rose to climax Tracy felt her lover’s snout tighten on her flesh, tears forming in her eyes as the inevitable rose and rose within her. Inevitable climax, but far more than just simple climax as during sex earlier with Tracy in charge. Far more than that.
Gripped tight in her frenzy, all she could do is rock Tracy back and forth in her grip as Tracy erupted in orgasmic release, her head whipping back and forth as she screamed, her whole body seemingly cumming from cunt to tits in an endless release.
But the moment Stacy dreaded was her own release, a powerful mind numbing cum that filtered through the rubber neural dildo and shot out in endless strings of cum with each mechanical heave and jerk of the device. Her jaw gripped tight one more time, and muffled her last scream as a thick strong scented cum splattered into Tracy’s cunt, “marking” her as Stacy’s in an intimate marking orgasm that was only shared between life mates.
Tracy found herself standing in the center of a large circular area of tall green trees, a carpet of white snow and patches of moss/rocks, with a small pond dominating the center of the area. Briefly she touched her hips, her cunt twitching slightly at the memory of having sex with Stacy. She was holding up well enough, with Stacy keeping pace as a lover should, but still she was only human and only could take so much. But then again that’s why she was there, wasn’t she, so she’d never have to worry about living up to her lover’s expectations… her mind snapped back into focus as she looked about her surroundings.
The entire pond area itself was surrounded by a small rock wall, within the only signs of green near the glowing water could be seen admist the wide carpet of white. It was everything she was told of by Fiona… “B-but---” (looks about abit disappointed) “Where’s the shrine? This can‘t be the shrine...” (walks over to the pond looking at it closely, wanting to touch the shimmering water yet afraid to do so. “This is the shrine. It has to be. This pond…”
As Tracy looked on in awe, she was startled by a voice from behind her. “This is a natural mana pool.”
Quickly spinning about Tracy comes face to face with a young female hiker (a grey furred wolf girl wearing a winter hiking outfit, her long mane of hair abit mussed as she stumbles into the clearing looking abit winded. “Sorry, I‘m pooped…” (leans against a tree looking on) “Don‘t mind me. I just came here to catch my breath.”
Tracy, however, wouldn‘t let the topic be shifted so quickly. “Mana?”
“The planet’s life force.” the young female said as she waved a hand towards the pool in a slight gesture, “The planet’s lifeblood if you will. What makes the planet live and breath, and thus capable of sustaining living breathing… life.” (sighs) “Sorry, I’m not firing on all rods right now. Just tired.”
As she again motions to the water, Tracy’s attention turns back to it, a hand reaching down to dip into the clear glowing crystal blue water. As her hand pulls back up, she draws up some water in it, allowing it to slip through her fingers like a sparkling blue diamond shower. Each and every drop glittering in the moonlight (of the three moons above), making a soft and beautiful chiming noise as it hit the still blue surface causing ripples to form on the pond’s face.
“It’s beautiful.” she whispered, awestruck by the spectacle.
“Just imagine what it’d be like to have a water feature in your front yard pumping mana water like that…“ (the female sighs as she collapses into a sitting position) “And I can’t believe I said that.“
“Is it true? What they say…?“
The female, already rubbing her face with a small towel from a side pouch, looks up in confusion. “Well I get a little horny on full moons but I’m not an animal looking to pound any cunt I run across if that what you…“ (silence) “…and that’s not what you meant…“ (ergh) “…so…“ (cough cough) “…what did you mean, while I am capable of speaking without shoving my leg down my throat in some embarrassing leap of conversational logic.“
“Once a year, on someone’s birthday (or on the behest of somebody‘s birthday), the pond grants wishes. Is that true?”
The female thinks about it, then shrugs “I wished once for it to rain horny cheerleaders and that never happened… then again that night I nailed Kisha the lead cheerleader and made it rain cum in her bed all night lo--“ (silence) “And I’ll learn to limit my answers to yes or no from now on.“
“So it’s true, then? It’ll grant any wish?”
“Not exactly. Only wishes made from a good heart, and with good intentions. (which is why it didn’t make it rain little tight outfitted pussies since I guess it’s not good intentioned to beg for orgy sex…”
Suddenly a question dawns on the female’s mind. “Do you have a wish?”
“To be honest---” Tracy sighs as she moves to sit near the female “I really haven’t felt like I had a wish worthy enough of the pond… except… maybe a wish that’ll make my lover’s life easier.”
“So then… what’s your wish?”
Suddenly Tracy realized something “Aren’t you freaked out sitting next to a hairless featureless thing like me talking about wishes? I…“
“This village is for all of us hiding out from people with those kinds of ignorances, remember? Anyway you’re not the first hoomon I’ve seen, I’ve seen a few (you’re not my type though, hoomons are too furless and slick skinned, I prefer a pussy I can grip my fingers into and really get a good hold of, with a coat that’s just right with enough softness and audibility…“ (sighs) “I’ll shut up now.“
“That’d be great, dearest.”
From one side a tall woman (a black fox girl with several tails whipping behind her as she enters), walks in. She wore ski clothes and had one of those strange mystically charged hovering snowboard that Fiona loved so much slung onto her back. Over one shoulder she carried a large pack, which she held onto as if it carried something precious. “Oh, hi. I’m on holiday and I misplaced my overtly talkative yet beloved life mate. Have you seen a female like that? All grayish and easily lulled into providing the most intimate details of her life…”
“Give me a break.” she sighed, standing up to meet her lover. “Some of us are not as hyper energetic about bodily flinging ourselves down tall slopes in some sort of death wish.”
“Yes you don’t mind the long sex afterwards by the fireplace once I’ve had my snow fun, now do you…” the black fox counters, placing a kiss gently on her lover’s snout as she walks past. “And I’ve see you made a new friend. You two roll pussies while I was hitting the slopes?”
“She’s not my type, you know that! Hoomons are not my type!”
“Human, deary, she’s human.” the black fox corrected.
To Be Continued
Forever Yours
Chapter 2
Stacy was about to turn 12 cycles old… which in human terms was 24 years due to the fact Stacy‘s homeworld counted year cycles differently than humans (as the homeworld spun at a slower rate than Earth).
Originally (before she was exiled from her home village) she meant to travel to her aunt‘s home to celebrate her birthday with Tracy, but now it seemed it would be a double trip to celebrate both her birthday and life together in this new home. The morning they packed up their things and traveled to the Traveller Station she knew that this would be the last morning in her hometown. Somehow, however, she wasn’t bitter… as long as Tracy was with her she could never be bitter about it.
The trip itself was spectacular, as always. The views from the Traveller, a huge hovering train that traveled along a single long crystalline “rail” which “guided it from station to station and village to village, was great as always. From the coastline the train went slowly upwards and upwards, across long valleys and scenic grasslands up towards the mountains and their own grand views across the wide landscapes about them.
“Wow!” Tracy whispered in admiration, her head resting on Stacy’s shoulder as she looked out the huge window. “I lived my whole life by the sea on my homeworld so I never been up this high… the views are… wow…“
Stacy sighed, relishing the closeness as they watched the world pass them by, her tail thumping happily between the two. “Can you spare a moment for a drink?” Aunt Fiona asked, passing two soda like carbonated drinks to the two as she turned to look at the scenery herself. “Thank you, aunty.” Stacy spoke softly, pressing the button on top of the bottle to open it, sipping her drink as the tall trees lining the highlands whizzed by them to either side. “Your strong, precious.“ she said to Tracy, “Most people (myself included) usually get motion sick the first time they ride on the Traveler this high up, what with all the twists and turns the train takes along the crystal line.”
“You both must have a strong constitution since (as I remember it) Stacy there didn’t get as sick as she’s hinting about.“
“I did too!“
“Your face just blew up like a airfish, that’s all!“ her aunt countered, “Most people usually hurl their innards out onto the flooring halfway up.“
Cries of “AUNTIE” and “FIONA” filled the cabin.
“Thanks, Fi, really!“ one of Stacy’s friends named Reilly (a dog-girl looking Collie lady said as she frowned at Fiona) “Just don’t move about if you get easily motion sick! That‘s what I did my first trip up!”
“The motion sickness comes from the swaying of the train during turns (as the hover mode is soft hover to conserve power, meaning the slightest turn telegraphs into train tilting, with stronger turns (like along the mountain spine trails) telegraphing as strong swaying motions (hence the motion sickness).“
“Gee, thanks Airia.“ Reilly sighed. “What a smart girl like you…“ (a beautiful grey furred wolf girl) “…is doing falling in love with a dummy like Fi is a mystery to me (and all of us in general).“
“Hey!!“ Fiona retorted, frowning visibly, “Changing the subject, have you seen the place you and Tracy are moving into yet, Stacy dearest?“
“I’ve been there before only twice, back when my uncle was still alive.“ (turns to Tracy who looks confused) “He was abit of a black sheep too, Tracy, so he willed me the place to live after he went on to a better place…“
Tracy: “So…“ (gently takes Stacy’s hands into her own) “…he’s…“
Stacy: “Living on the Golden Coast with his male husband. They’re fine.“
Tracy: “…urgk…” (wipes forehead) “Well, changing subject here I’ve never been to a winter home before, or a summer one for that matter (I‘ve been an apartment dweller my whole life it seems). So it’s my first time. And---” (gulps) “---come to think of it, it’s also my first time skiing and playing in snow as well so forgive me if I embarrass you.”
Stacy smiles her serene smile, “You could never embarrass me, precious. Never.” she whispered softly, her smile melting Tracy’s cold feeling in her stomach by a little bit.
“That’s because she can’t ski either and she’d probably just want to spend lots of time at the hot springs, or at the Carbo Huts drinking Sweet Carbolots, or just lying in her huge bed having wall to wall sex with you.“
“AUNTIE!!“
“You know you’re the only one drawing attention to us, dearest, I’m talking in a normal voice and you’re… now, now!!“ (blushes as she waves her niece off) “No need to turn red in the face like that! I’ll behave! I’ll behave for the rest of the tr -- oh, wait, we‘re here!“
As the Traveler reached the village Fiona quickly took a few minutes to point out every place to get hot Carbolots, hot springs to visit, and places to buy fat thick strap on dicks and lube… until Stacy screamed one last time and covered her face in the hood of her jacket. It took five minutes to get her to uncover her face again.
* * * * * *
“Well…” Tracy remarked the moment they reached their new home. “…we won’t be too cramped even with your auntie and friend moving in.”
The place was huge. A two story house that seemed rather Earthian in apperarance. In fact a lot of the buildings in the village seemed like a strange offshoot of Victorian meets Suburban Ranch homes. Just enough elegance with enough of affordable charm to make the community feel like a normal working girl’s hometown and yet snazzy enough to have a gated community feel to it.
The house was secluded into a cute cul-de-sac of similar homes, at the end of the street which was lit up in beautiful lights which Fiona warned was a year round thing. “The community had a choice between glaring city street pods and old fashioned glowing lamps and neither worked… so they split the difference with old fashioned glowing lamps with streets lined with these festive glowing colorful lights… we’re not sure why but there’s just something… calming about all the lights.“
“Makes it look like Christmas every day of the year.“ Tracy offered.
“That’s nice.“ (Fiona) “…what’s Kristmess?“
Beyond the cul-de-sac of homes was a huge hillside with lots of privacy given by trees surrounding it, and several smaller hills (between the streets around them) providing for plenty of space for skiing and other winter activities. “And when it’s green and hot it’s great for picnics out here…“ Stacy added.
“Though it’ll still have the Christmasy feel with all these lights all year round, won’t it precious.“
“Yes… whatever Crispness is.“
Tracy and Stacy went to move into their new bedroom of their new home as the others went back into the downtown area to get dinner.
* * * * * *
The room (like the rest of the massive house) was large, with a giant bed which Tracy knew she and her lover were going to be breaking in in short order. As they set up Tracy smiled, “How many people are going into exile with us again?”
“Just us. Auntie and her lover are moving in because they like the idea of living here (always wanted the place). Then there’s Reilly and Grace, who are moving here since Reilly married someone from a snobby family who thinks Reilly is beneath her life mate.”
“Uh… but isn’t Grace a…”
“A what?” Stacy asked, to which her love said, “A great big skunk?”
In truth Grace did resemble, in human terms, a skunk girl… but since there was no such creature in this world Stacy only shook it off without further comment. She didn’t understand Tracy’s drive, nor would she if pressed. She did find it curious that Tracy was worried about Grace’s sense of smell. “She smells just fine.” she told Tracy once, “I don’t think she has problems with her nose.”
Suddenly something Fiona told her just before they boarded the Traveler came to mind as she unpacked. “Have you ever heard of a shrine near here? A sacred pool of spring water?”
“Yes. It’s just above us in the hills near the cul-de-sac (in the circle of trees a few clicks away).”
* * * * * * *
“What am I doing here…” Tracy muttered, looking about her in a daze. Sneaking out after she was sure Stacy was sleeping soundly… as soundly as she could after sex.
Stacy slid between her lover’s legs, her strap on lubed and ready as she looked down at Tracy’s waiting form. “Oh goddess you’re so beautiful.” she rasped, her snout clenched as her fur seemingly stood on end. Tracy had been dominate at first, but once worn out she gave herself willingly to her stronger more energetic lover. Her seemingly endless energy amazed her, how Stacy could go and go and go and never wear out for the longest time.
First Stacy knelt down and took her lover’s cunt into her snout, giving her oral pleasure gently even as she gingerly held her jaw filled with sharp fangs open to lovingly deliver oral pleasure to her beloved. Tracy’s hands gingerly massaged her breasts under the assault of her lover’s expert tongue and fingers, bliss rippling over her very being.
Suddenly Stacy moved forward, her hard rubber dick moving right up to the very edge of her lover’s cunt, just pressing against it as Stacy breathlessly hovered over Tracy mere inches from her. Her face was strained, her need rising again as it began to overtake her. Seconds later she would be fucking Tracy hard, gripping her human love tight as she sank her teeth into her love’s shoulder, relentlessly fucking as her own bliss drove her into a raging fuck frenzy, her neural dildo transmitting every bang into Tracy’s pussy right into Stacy’s mind feeding her need to cum.
Of course after this Stacy would be crying in Tracy’s arms, ashamed again that sex turned so violent in her need. Tracy never minds, even as the little floating bot heals her shoulder wound as her lover cries in her arms. Nothing Stacy could do would make Tracy hate her, their love was too strong… and, she didn’t want to tell Stacy this, but she in fact loved it when her lover was this “intimate” with her. A little pain mixed with a demonic pleasure in her lover’s arms was worth it.
Just surrendering herself bodily wasn’t enough though.,
As they rose to climax Tracy felt her lover’s snout tighten on her flesh, tears forming in her eyes as the inevitable rose and rose within her. Inevitable climax, but far more than just simple climax as during sex earlier with Tracy in charge. Far more than that.
Gripped tight in her frenzy, all she could do is rock Tracy back and forth in her grip as Tracy erupted in orgasmic release, her head whipping back and forth as she screamed, her whole body seemingly cumming from cunt to tits in an endless release.
But the moment Stacy dreaded was her own release, a powerful mind numbing cum that filtered through the rubber neural dildo and shot out in endless strings of cum with each mechanical heave and jerk of the device. Her jaw gripped tight one more time, and muffled her last scream as a thick strong scented cum splattered into Tracy’s cunt, “marking” her as Stacy’s in an intimate marking orgasm that was only shared between life mates.
Tracy found herself standing in the center of a large circular area of tall green trees, a carpet of white snow and patches of moss/rocks, with a small pond dominating the center of the area. Briefly she touched her hips, her cunt twitching slightly at the memory of having sex with Stacy. She was holding up well enough, with Stacy keeping pace as a lover should, but still she was only human and only could take so much. But then again that’s why she was there, wasn’t she, so she’d never have to worry about living up to her lover’s expectations… her mind snapped back into focus as she looked about her surroundings.
The entire pond area itself was surrounded by a small rock wall, within the only signs of green near the glowing water could be seen admist the wide carpet of white. It was everything she was told of by Fiona… “B-but---” (looks about abit disappointed) “Where’s the shrine? This can‘t be the shrine...” (walks over to the pond looking at it closely, wanting to touch the shimmering water yet afraid to do so. “This is the shrine. It has to be. This pond…”
As Tracy looked on in awe, she was startled by a voice from behind her. “This is a natural mana pool.”
Quickly spinning about Tracy comes face to face with a young female hiker (a grey furred wolf girl wearing a winter hiking outfit, her long mane of hair abit mussed as she stumbles into the clearing looking abit winded. “Sorry, I‘m pooped…” (leans against a tree looking on) “Don‘t mind me. I just came here to catch my breath.”
Tracy, however, wouldn‘t let the topic be shifted so quickly. “Mana?”
“The planet’s life force.” the young female said as she waved a hand towards the pool in a slight gesture, “The planet’s lifeblood if you will. What makes the planet live and breath, and thus capable of sustaining living breathing… life.” (sighs) “Sorry, I’m not firing on all rods right now. Just tired.”
As she again motions to the water, Tracy’s attention turns back to it, a hand reaching down to dip into the clear glowing crystal blue water. As her hand pulls back up, she draws up some water in it, allowing it to slip through her fingers like a sparkling blue diamond shower. Each and every drop glittering in the moonlight (of the three moons above), making a soft and beautiful chiming noise as it hit the still blue surface causing ripples to form on the pond’s face.
“It’s beautiful.” she whispered, awestruck by the spectacle.
“Just imagine what it’d be like to have a water feature in your front yard pumping mana water like that…“ (the female sighs as she collapses into a sitting position) “And I can’t believe I said that.“
“Is it true? What they say…?“
The female, already rubbing her face with a small towel from a side pouch, looks up in confusion. “Well I get a little horny on full moons but I’m not an animal looking to pound any cunt I run across if that what you…“ (silence) “…and that’s not what you meant…“ (ergh) “…so…“ (cough cough) “…what did you mean, while I am capable of speaking without shoving my leg down my throat in some embarrassing leap of conversational logic.“
“Once a year, on someone’s birthday (or on the behest of somebody‘s birthday), the pond grants wishes. Is that true?”
The female thinks about it, then shrugs “I wished once for it to rain horny cheerleaders and that never happened… then again that night I nailed Kisha the lead cheerleader and made it rain cum in her bed all night lo--“ (silence) “And I’ll learn to limit my answers to yes or no from now on.“
“So it’s true, then? It’ll grant any wish?”
“Not exactly. Only wishes made from a good heart, and with good intentions. (which is why it didn’t make it rain little tight outfitted pussies since I guess it’s not good intentioned to beg for orgy sex…”
Suddenly a question dawns on the female’s mind. “Do you have a wish?”
“To be honest---” Tracy sighs as she moves to sit near the female “I really haven’t felt like I had a wish worthy enough of the pond… except… maybe a wish that’ll make my lover’s life easier.”
“So then… what’s your wish?”
Suddenly Tracy realized something “Aren’t you freaked out sitting next to a hairless featureless thing like me talking about wishes? I…“
“This village is for all of us hiding out from people with those kinds of ignorances, remember? Anyway you’re not the first hoomon I’ve seen, I’ve seen a few (you’re not my type though, hoomons are too furless and slick skinned, I prefer a pussy I can grip my fingers into and really get a good hold of, with a coat that’s just right with enough softness and audibility…“ (sighs) “I’ll shut up now.“
“That’d be great, dearest.”
From one side a tall woman (a black fox girl with several tails whipping behind her as she enters), walks in. She wore ski clothes and had one of those strange mystically charged hovering snowboard that Fiona loved so much slung onto her back. Over one shoulder she carried a large pack, which she held onto as if it carried something precious. “Oh, hi. I’m on holiday and I misplaced my overtly talkative yet beloved life mate. Have you seen a female like that? All grayish and easily lulled into providing the most intimate details of her life…”
“Give me a break.” she sighed, standing up to meet her lover. “Some of us are not as hyper energetic about bodily flinging ourselves down tall slopes in some sort of death wish.”
“Yes you don’t mind the long sex afterwards by the fireplace once I’ve had my snow fun, now do you…” the black fox counters, placing a kiss gently on her lover’s snout as she walks past. “And I’ve see you made a new friend. You two roll pussies while I was hitting the slopes?”
“She’s not my type, you know that! Hoomons are not my type!”
“Human, deary, she’s human.” the black fox corrected.
To Be Continued
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Freelancers the Novel (on sale now)
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The sound of footfalls echoes through the darkness, with the vast landscape of the main central "hub" of Edenina overhead as far as the eyes can scan. About the scene, the lights of Citadel City provide backdrop as shadowy figures dash across the building's rooftops in pursuit of a smaller target.
“Why did I let you talk me into this?!?” Yuri rasps, leaping from one rooftop to another, “I’m no good at this! I’m a thinker, not an extra in a cop show!” (Kei bounds forward after her target ahead of the winded Yuri, running quickly like a hyperactive rabbit) “For goddess’ sake if not my own, please slow down!”
Finally, after long minutes of pursuit, the smaller shadow is cornered. Kei tackles down the creature, and struggles with it a few seconds before it easily bats her aside and jumps into the air -- only to be grabbed at the scruff of the neck by Yuri. “Told you you needed to work out more!” Yuri scolded, holding the strange dog like dark creature up with one arm. “Damn what an ugly looking creature! Pathetic too considering how easy it was to --”
BAM!! The creature slams into Yuri, throwing her backwards into a nearby wall. Shaking the attack off, Yuri pulls herself together and glares at the cocky dog like Darkling as it bounces back and forth in front of her in an almost arrogant manner.
“Got your second wind? Well I’ll knock that cockiness of yours down a few notches!“ Yuri cries out, even as the creature dashes forward, once again knocking her aside. As she rolls with the blow, regaining her footing, the creature laughs at her in it’s own way as it toys with her.
"Shit needs a time out." She hisses, pulling herself once again up onto her feet. BASH!! Not quickly enough she can’t avoid it’s next attack as it strikes quickly, slamming itself down near Yuri sending her skittering backwards. This time ready, Yuri easily dodges the flurry of strikes, but Kei can barely scurry out of the way before the claws rip the metal bars she was just leaning on to shreds.
“KEI-CHAN!!”
“I'm OK!“ she cried out, rolling free and clear as the bars come crashing to the ground behind her, shattered and broken. “We have to catch that thing now!“
“I know! I know!” Yuri cries out in response, “Hold on!”
Yuri leaps forward, arms outstretched to try and snag the thing. The creature tries to avoid her, but just isn‘t quick enough. With a lunging grab, Yuri snags onto the beast and holds it tight, it‘s legs kicking as she struggles to bring it down. “NOW WHAT!!” she cries out, feeling the beast beginning to snap free from her grip.
Kei, holo-screens up, scans for information on Darklings. “Hold on, I’m
checking now…“
“CHECK FASTER!!“ Yuri screams, her grip slowly weakening on the thing.
The data screens spin by at a dizzying rate as Kei punch up screen after screen, quickly gathering information as she did, her eyes moving rapidly as she speed read everything before her. “It‘s a focused nightmare! A Darkling that is phobia specific! It solicits fear of dogs from the target in question. This means the best way to get rid of one is…”
“IS?!?” Yuri yells, struggling to hold the thing in her arms as it tries to wiggle itself free. “Finish the sentence!!”
Kei quickly jumps forward and looks about, “Need a newspaper.”
“NEWSPAPER?!?” Yuri shrieks, the beast wiggling harder and harder in her arms, making her grip loosen slowly, “THIS ISN’T THE TIME TO GET CAUGHT UP IN TODAY’S DILBERT STRIP!! HELP!!”
“Not what I’m looking for right now, maybe later.“ Kei cooly replies, finding a discarded paper to one side. Quickly she rolls it up and marches forward waving it menacingly, causing Yuri to step back, “Hey wait! What are you…”
Kei swings, hitting the dog thing on the head once, “BAD DOG!” she says in a firm voice. “Cough it up and go home!” The dog bares it’s fangs and growls, only to be met with a second whack on it’s head. “COUGH it up and go HOME!”
One more whack on it’s head and it’s face turns from angry to confused. Two more and it finally whimpers, head lolling from one side to another ashamed. “Ok. Put it down.” Kei asks, motioning with the paper that the dog thing should be released. Reluctantly Yuri does as she is told, and watches as the dog thing walks in circles a few times, and then proceed to “puke” up five cats and a kitten (asleep) before disappearing into the shadows.
“There’s kitty!” Kei whispers happily, picking up the little kitten and showing it to Yuri. “We got what we came for.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Yuri sighs, picking up the other five cats, “And more than that. I don’t know what compelled you to do what you did -- eww, these things are sticky with monster slobber!!”
As they left work a little earlier Kei noticed a small girl crying. When she asked what was wrong she said a thing stole her kitty from her. Sure enough the thing was nearby taunting the girl, and Kei immediately promised to get kitty back (leaping after the beast as it shoved kitty down it’s throat). Yuri, convinced the kitty was already dinner, ran after Kei trying to stop her. But Kei wouldn’t listen to a word she said, and ran recklessly after the thing until they caught up to it. “How did you know kitty was alive?”
Kei shrugged, blushing, “I didn’t! I figured we could just catch it and then pick up a new kitty for her on the way back!”
Yuri nearly faints, shock overwhelming her as she screamed “IF THAT WAS YOUR PLAN WE SHOULD HAVE GOT A NEW KITTY FROM THE WORD GO INSTEAD OF HUFFING OVER ROOFTOPS AFTER THIS -- THIS --” (?) “-- OW!!” (Yuri pulls at the cats in her arms, who were getting too “attached” to her as they mewled and meowed) “Damn things are clawing me! Ouch! Ouch!! Dammit! Stop it you evil fur -- OW!!”
Kei was already one step ahead of Yuri as she motions towards the stairs, “Let’s go return them to their owners. I already contacted them and they’ll meet us down at a nearby food court.”
“Yeah… yeah… ouch! Let’s get a box to put these things in…” Yuri grumbles, following Kei as she continues to try and make the cats stop clawing her, “Better yet, let’s get a sack to throw these mewling things in before they cut me to death -- if that‘s even possible considering I‘m already “dead“.” (stops) “How’d you contact their owners anyway?
We didn’t even have time to find out where that girl lived, let alone who these five evil hellspawn belong to… ouch… Heck, you don’t even know who owns them for crying out loud!”
“The web does!” and, with that, she pulls up a screen with the images of the cats, with the words “LOST - REWARD OFFERED” on each. “And we’ll go back to Realm Games because the girl is waiting for us there.”
Yuri, however, wasn‘t too thrilled. "Great. Think they’ll give us enough so I can pay for a medico healer on the way home? Ouch!! Damn things are going to scar me for “life” -- DAMMIT!! Ouch! Ouch… I hate my “life“."
Somehow all five cats slept through the wait for their owners to return, even with Yuri screeching “ouch” “ouch” “ouch” (and a long chain of obscenities) the whole time as they unconsciously groped and scratched her in their content sleep.
* * * * * *
If Yuri wasn’t too pleased with holding the cats, and ergo being clawed by them like a living breathing scratching post, she was in a far better mood once she picked up a medico healer from an Eternal Drug Store and the two were on the train back home.
For the longest time she held the shiny Credit Chip in her hands, staring at it endlessly, occasionally rubbing it against her face (once Kei convinced her that it wouldn’t damage the PlastiSteel card in anyway by doing so). “Do you know what this is? Do you?”
Kei, abit groggy from the capturing of the Darkling, only yawned. “It’s a Plastic/Steel hybrid data storage card akin to a credit card used for financial transaction. Invented in the year 2146 by…” (yawn)
“I want to eat the leftover spaghetti when we get home and fall asleep.”
“Sure. Sure.” Yuri absently muttered, waving off Kei’s lack of enthusiasm, “But it’s also MONEY! Credit! Dinero! Moolah! And all we had to do was drag down one itsy bitsy little “dog” thing for it!”
“You sure changed your tune suddenly.” Kei noted, eyes drooping abit, “Did the “dog” give you unliving rabies? You’re talking kinda funny and I don‘t know why… is it that time of the month again?”
Yuri frowns, shoving Kei once to get her attention focused (and to wake her up), “No the “doggy” didn’t give me rabies or PMS! The amount of credits they gave us for finding those cats were obscene! I mean if I knew doing something like that was so easy I’d be looking for lost cats day in and day out! It‘s easy money for nothing!”
Briefly the image of their apartment becoming a cat sanctuary, with Yuri
bringing home every stray she found and “ransoming” them back to their owners crossed Kei’s mind. She simply shrugged it off and said “It stops being a good thing when you just drag them home for money. Then it‘s illegal.” her head collapses against Yuri’s shoulder, a yawn on her lips, “Tell me about it tomorrow when I’m awake, and I care.”
Yuri, undaunted, continued. “I wasn’t thinking of bringing cats home on a regular basis (though now that I think of it it kinda sounds like… never mind)! Maybe once in awhile if we ever find one, sure, I mean I can live with that and-- hey! Wake up!” (shakes Kei again to get her partially awake) “Anyway I bring you home on a daily basis, and your more than enough pussy to clean after and feed on a daily basis.”
“-- hey --” Kei groans, too tired to argue. “So… what…?”
“So…” Yuri smirks, already taking the ball and running with it towards the inevitable conclusion, “Let’s make a job of this! We could make a mint off of this kind of work!”
“Kitties make me sleepy. Too much work.” Kei sighs, followed by another yawn. Yuri, however, would not be derailed so easily. “And here I thought you were the girl willing to climb any “mountain”!“ Yuri countered.
Kei looked at Yuri with her bleary eyes, and sighed one more time for good measure. “Tomorrow. Tonight feed me, bathe me, and fuck me -- in that order“ Kei mutters half awake, yawning once again.
“Don’t do that…“ Yuri complains, yawning as she does, “It’s contagious… Kei!” (pushes Kei a few times) “Stay focused on the big picture! I meant the trouble shooting thing! If people pay this much just for a cat being returned imagine how much they’ll pay for other easy to do things! Let’s offer our services as two hip hard working women ready to take on any job for the right price! Think of it!” (the gears in Yuri’s head spinning at Warp 7 as she thought of the possibilities)
“We’d finally be doing something RESPECTIBLE! No more counter work in some half-ass gaming store! We’d be doing cool ass shit like on TV! Get a nice car, drive around looking bad ass, getting lingerie models to give us threesomes! It could be ours! And to top it all off people will show us R-E-S-P-E-C-T! That more than anything makes me want to sing!”
Kei - “…please don’t sing…” (muttering half awake)
Yuri - “Not to mention the fact that people would pay us up the buttocks just to do simple things like find cats, or fix broken relationships, set the clock on their entertainment systems so it stops flashing 12:00 (which makes no sense since time doesn’t have much meaning here) or get them a raise or something! I mean we could be living the easy life just doing things people are too lazy to do themselves! We’d be rich!!”
Kei, too tired to argue, merely rubs her head against Yuri’s arm in a vain attempt to get comfortable. “Does that mean you’ll help boys too lazy to jerk off? I heard they‘re too lazy to do that some--” (yawn)
Briefly the horrible image of her last “john” trying to rape Kei comes to mind. “No way.” (smiles, nudging Kei back to being awake) “No more sex for money. It’ll all be totally straight up honest work! Now don’t fall asleep! I’m not carrying your ass back to the apartment -- again!”
“Meanie…” Kei grumbles.
* * * * * *
Kei, her muscles relaxing inside the huge bath in their mid sized bathroom, looked at Yuri (opposite of her) and sighed. “No more extra work talk!” she moaned, leaning her head back to stare at the ceiling. The bath was huge, which was abit awkward since the room consisted of a sink, a small shower area, a huge bath and that’s it. Apparently being “dead” had an advantage… no need for waste disposal since the body absorbed all “food” and turned it into energy.
Still all the food in the world wouldn’t make Yuri any better at long distance cross country track or more fit to jump from building to building to building. Still it did save time on trips to the bathroom.
“I think we should stick to consulting and trouble shooting, try not to take too many jobs that require a lot of running around.” Yuri remarked, already making mental plans in her head concerning the “future” of their “second job”. Kei simply ignored her and pushed the rubber duck of her’s around the tub waiting for her to get all of this out of her system. “Quack quack quack” she’d chime, pushing ducky around waiting and waiting … until Yuri finally grabbed ducky and sighed. “Alright! I get the point! No more business talk!” (sighs) “What now?”
Kei pushes Yuri back, a playful expression on her face as she reaches under the water, “No more talk! More fuck, less business!”
“That’s not entirely kos--” Yuri begins, her words failing her as Kei plunges two fingers into her sex. “Eek! Fuck kosher.” she moans, one hand grasping Kei’s hand, motioning for her to do it faster, her other hand sliding between Kei’s legs to return the favor.
Kei suddenly pushes back, out of Yuri’s range, wresting her hand free from her lover’s grip as she smiles, “I have a surprise for you!”
“WHAT? N-n-now? But I was just getting into it!!” Yuri cried. Kei shakes her head and motioned for Yuri to shut her eyes. “You’ll like this! Now close your eyes, spread your legs and trust me!”
Not feeling the urge to be argumentative, she did exactly what she was told. Seconds passed, nothing. She heard Kei swallow -- but nothing. Finally she felt Kei move into her arms, and a strap on at her private spot. Before she could act Kei fell forward, thrusting into her in one swoop. She cried out, nearly falling into the water at the shock. Kei thrusting awkwardly as she splashed.
“GODDESS KEI SLOW DOWN!!” Yuri screamed.
“I’m slipping!” Kei cried out, “I’m trying to -- there!” (finally gets set) “-- oh fuck too late --” she groans, and goes back to slamming her hard. Yuri, the idea of finesse and ease gone, simply gave herself up to Kei fully and without complaint. It felt too damn good to argue about it at this point.
The soap made their skin feel super soft, so that each stroke sent never before felt sensations shotgunning through them, they were in heaven. Kei gasped as her moment hit, Yuri’s moment not far behind as she came along with her lover, both crying out as they released their pleasures together. Kei falls forward into Yuri’s waiting arms, the two cuddling tightly as Kei gasps for breath. “That -- was -- good.” she sighed.
Yuri smiled, her breath already returned. “Now it’s my turn.”
Before Kei could resist, Yuri shoves her back, Kei’s arms blindly lashing out to grab the tubs sides before she fell into the water, her bottoms coming up towards Yuri’s face. “Wait I’m not ready yet!!” she cried.
Yuri’s mouth nimbly engulfed her “womanhood”, sucking it madly. Kei’s grip weakens as she feels new tidal waves of hot pleasure roar through her body. Yuri’s hands grope around Kei’s bottom, only for her to stop. “W-wh-what!!” Kei groans, hot and bothered by Yuri’s ministrations.
“There’s no str -- WHAT THE FUCK!!”
Yuri just noticed that Kei wasn’t wearing a strap on. Kei, however, was too far gone to talk story now. “GET OUT!!”
“B-b-but--”
“LIE DOWN!! I GOTTA CUM!!” she screamed, “It’s going to vanish soon!! Please I just gotta do it NOW!! I want to cum between your tits! Please!!”
Obediently Yuri quickly gets out of the tub, lying down on the floor using a towel as a bathmat. Kei stumbles out, quickly jumping on top of Yuri, grabbing her breasts and shoving her dick in between them. With a harsh yelp she thrusts herself in, her dick shuddering as she begins to flick her hips back and forth quickly. “Please cum! Please cum! Please cum! Please cum!”
Yuri leans forward, her tongue lashing the tip of Kei’s “womanhood” as it thrusts over and over again, until at last her breath freezes, her hips stop as she feels it about to happen. Yuri grabs Kei and quickly pushes her back onto the tub, kneeling before her, breasts squeezed tight, as she rams her tits up and down over and over until Kei shudders one more time and comes.
From the tip of her “femalehood” a thick spurt of female cum shoots out, and again and again, until at last it falls limply down and changes back to her womanly sex. Kei feels her love’s strong arms scoop her up, and carry her to bed. “Where’d you get that?” she asked quietly.
“Not now --” Kei moans, her strength gone, “-- tomorrow --”
Yuri nods her head, kissing Kei once firmly on the lips as their bed opens before them, the two falling into their soft sheets and into a deep sleep.
This Weekend
Of Furries and Yiffings Preview (since there is already HSWC content here to preview).
“Why did I let you talk me into this?!?” Yuri rasps, leaping from one rooftop to another, “I’m no good at this! I’m a thinker, not an extra in a cop show!” (Kei bounds forward after her target ahead of the winded Yuri, running quickly like a hyperactive rabbit) “For goddess’ sake if not my own, please slow down!”
Finally, after long minutes of pursuit, the smaller shadow is cornered. Kei tackles down the creature, and struggles with it a few seconds before it easily bats her aside and jumps into the air -- only to be grabbed at the scruff of the neck by Yuri. “Told you you needed to work out more!” Yuri scolded, holding the strange dog like dark creature up with one arm. “Damn what an ugly looking creature! Pathetic too considering how easy it was to --”
BAM!! The creature slams into Yuri, throwing her backwards into a nearby wall. Shaking the attack off, Yuri pulls herself together and glares at the cocky dog like Darkling as it bounces back and forth in front of her in an almost arrogant manner.
“Got your second wind? Well I’ll knock that cockiness of yours down a few notches!“ Yuri cries out, even as the creature dashes forward, once again knocking her aside. As she rolls with the blow, regaining her footing, the creature laughs at her in it’s own way as it toys with her.
"Shit needs a time out." She hisses, pulling herself once again up onto her feet. BASH!! Not quickly enough she can’t avoid it’s next attack as it strikes quickly, slamming itself down near Yuri sending her skittering backwards. This time ready, Yuri easily dodges the flurry of strikes, but Kei can barely scurry out of the way before the claws rip the metal bars she was just leaning on to shreds.
“KEI-CHAN!!”
“I'm OK!“ she cried out, rolling free and clear as the bars come crashing to the ground behind her, shattered and broken. “We have to catch that thing now!“
“I know! I know!” Yuri cries out in response, “Hold on!”
Yuri leaps forward, arms outstretched to try and snag the thing. The creature tries to avoid her, but just isn‘t quick enough. With a lunging grab, Yuri snags onto the beast and holds it tight, it‘s legs kicking as she struggles to bring it down. “NOW WHAT!!” she cries out, feeling the beast beginning to snap free from her grip.
Kei, holo-screens up, scans for information on Darklings. “Hold on, I’m
checking now…“
“CHECK FASTER!!“ Yuri screams, her grip slowly weakening on the thing.
The data screens spin by at a dizzying rate as Kei punch up screen after screen, quickly gathering information as she did, her eyes moving rapidly as she speed read everything before her. “It‘s a focused nightmare! A Darkling that is phobia specific! It solicits fear of dogs from the target in question. This means the best way to get rid of one is…”
“IS?!?” Yuri yells, struggling to hold the thing in her arms as it tries to wiggle itself free. “Finish the sentence!!”
Kei quickly jumps forward and looks about, “Need a newspaper.”
“NEWSPAPER?!?” Yuri shrieks, the beast wiggling harder and harder in her arms, making her grip loosen slowly, “THIS ISN’T THE TIME TO GET CAUGHT UP IN TODAY’S DILBERT STRIP!! HELP!!”
“Not what I’m looking for right now, maybe later.“ Kei cooly replies, finding a discarded paper to one side. Quickly she rolls it up and marches forward waving it menacingly, causing Yuri to step back, “Hey wait! What are you…”
Kei swings, hitting the dog thing on the head once, “BAD DOG!” she says in a firm voice. “Cough it up and go home!” The dog bares it’s fangs and growls, only to be met with a second whack on it’s head. “COUGH it up and go HOME!”
One more whack on it’s head and it’s face turns from angry to confused. Two more and it finally whimpers, head lolling from one side to another ashamed. “Ok. Put it down.” Kei asks, motioning with the paper that the dog thing should be released. Reluctantly Yuri does as she is told, and watches as the dog thing walks in circles a few times, and then proceed to “puke” up five cats and a kitten (asleep) before disappearing into the shadows.
“There’s kitty!” Kei whispers happily, picking up the little kitten and showing it to Yuri. “We got what we came for.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Yuri sighs, picking up the other five cats, “And more than that. I don’t know what compelled you to do what you did -- eww, these things are sticky with monster slobber!!”
As they left work a little earlier Kei noticed a small girl crying. When she asked what was wrong she said a thing stole her kitty from her. Sure enough the thing was nearby taunting the girl, and Kei immediately promised to get kitty back (leaping after the beast as it shoved kitty down it’s throat). Yuri, convinced the kitty was already dinner, ran after Kei trying to stop her. But Kei wouldn’t listen to a word she said, and ran recklessly after the thing until they caught up to it. “How did you know kitty was alive?”
Kei shrugged, blushing, “I didn’t! I figured we could just catch it and then pick up a new kitty for her on the way back!”
Yuri nearly faints, shock overwhelming her as she screamed “IF THAT WAS YOUR PLAN WE SHOULD HAVE GOT A NEW KITTY FROM THE WORD GO INSTEAD OF HUFFING OVER ROOFTOPS AFTER THIS -- THIS --” (?) “-- OW!!” (Yuri pulls at the cats in her arms, who were getting too “attached” to her as they mewled and meowed) “Damn things are clawing me! Ouch! Ouch!! Dammit! Stop it you evil fur -- OW!!”
Kei was already one step ahead of Yuri as she motions towards the stairs, “Let’s go return them to their owners. I already contacted them and they’ll meet us down at a nearby food court.”
“Yeah… yeah… ouch! Let’s get a box to put these things in…” Yuri grumbles, following Kei as she continues to try and make the cats stop clawing her, “Better yet, let’s get a sack to throw these mewling things in before they cut me to death -- if that‘s even possible considering I‘m already “dead“.” (stops) “How’d you contact their owners anyway?
We didn’t even have time to find out where that girl lived, let alone who these five evil hellspawn belong to… ouch… Heck, you don’t even know who owns them for crying out loud!”
“The web does!” and, with that, she pulls up a screen with the images of the cats, with the words “LOST - REWARD OFFERED” on each. “And we’ll go back to Realm Games because the girl is waiting for us there.”
Yuri, however, wasn‘t too thrilled. "Great. Think they’ll give us enough so I can pay for a medico healer on the way home? Ouch!! Damn things are going to scar me for “life” -- DAMMIT!! Ouch! Ouch… I hate my “life“."
Somehow all five cats slept through the wait for their owners to return, even with Yuri screeching “ouch” “ouch” “ouch” (and a long chain of obscenities) the whole time as they unconsciously groped and scratched her in their content sleep.
* * * * * *
If Yuri wasn’t too pleased with holding the cats, and ergo being clawed by them like a living breathing scratching post, she was in a far better mood once she picked up a medico healer from an Eternal Drug Store and the two were on the train back home.
For the longest time she held the shiny Credit Chip in her hands, staring at it endlessly, occasionally rubbing it against her face (once Kei convinced her that it wouldn’t damage the PlastiSteel card in anyway by doing so). “Do you know what this is? Do you?”
Kei, abit groggy from the capturing of the Darkling, only yawned. “It’s a Plastic/Steel hybrid data storage card akin to a credit card used for financial transaction. Invented in the year 2146 by…” (yawn)
“I want to eat the leftover spaghetti when we get home and fall asleep.”
“Sure. Sure.” Yuri absently muttered, waving off Kei’s lack of enthusiasm, “But it’s also MONEY! Credit! Dinero! Moolah! And all we had to do was drag down one itsy bitsy little “dog” thing for it!”
“You sure changed your tune suddenly.” Kei noted, eyes drooping abit, “Did the “dog” give you unliving rabies? You’re talking kinda funny and I don‘t know why… is it that time of the month again?”
Yuri frowns, shoving Kei once to get her attention focused (and to wake her up), “No the “doggy” didn’t give me rabies or PMS! The amount of credits they gave us for finding those cats were obscene! I mean if I knew doing something like that was so easy I’d be looking for lost cats day in and day out! It‘s easy money for nothing!”
Briefly the image of their apartment becoming a cat sanctuary, with Yuri
bringing home every stray she found and “ransoming” them back to their owners crossed Kei’s mind. She simply shrugged it off and said “It stops being a good thing when you just drag them home for money. Then it‘s illegal.” her head collapses against Yuri’s shoulder, a yawn on her lips, “Tell me about it tomorrow when I’m awake, and I care.”
Yuri, undaunted, continued. “I wasn’t thinking of bringing cats home on a regular basis (though now that I think of it it kinda sounds like… never mind)! Maybe once in awhile if we ever find one, sure, I mean I can live with that and-- hey! Wake up!” (shakes Kei again to get her partially awake) “Anyway I bring you home on a daily basis, and your more than enough pussy to clean after and feed on a daily basis.”
“-- hey --” Kei groans, too tired to argue. “So… what…?”
“So…” Yuri smirks, already taking the ball and running with it towards the inevitable conclusion, “Let’s make a job of this! We could make a mint off of this kind of work!”
“Kitties make me sleepy. Too much work.” Kei sighs, followed by another yawn. Yuri, however, would not be derailed so easily. “And here I thought you were the girl willing to climb any “mountain”!“ Yuri countered.
Kei looked at Yuri with her bleary eyes, and sighed one more time for good measure. “Tomorrow. Tonight feed me, bathe me, and fuck me -- in that order“ Kei mutters half awake, yawning once again.
“Don’t do that…“ Yuri complains, yawning as she does, “It’s contagious… Kei!” (pushes Kei a few times) “Stay focused on the big picture! I meant the trouble shooting thing! If people pay this much just for a cat being returned imagine how much they’ll pay for other easy to do things! Let’s offer our services as two hip hard working women ready to take on any job for the right price! Think of it!” (the gears in Yuri’s head spinning at Warp 7 as she thought of the possibilities)
“We’d finally be doing something RESPECTIBLE! No more counter work in some half-ass gaming store! We’d be doing cool ass shit like on TV! Get a nice car, drive around looking bad ass, getting lingerie models to give us threesomes! It could be ours! And to top it all off people will show us R-E-S-P-E-C-T! That more than anything makes me want to sing!”
Kei - “…please don’t sing…” (muttering half awake)
Yuri - “Not to mention the fact that people would pay us up the buttocks just to do simple things like find cats, or fix broken relationships, set the clock on their entertainment systems so it stops flashing 12:00 (which makes no sense since time doesn’t have much meaning here) or get them a raise or something! I mean we could be living the easy life just doing things people are too lazy to do themselves! We’d be rich!!”
Kei, too tired to argue, merely rubs her head against Yuri’s arm in a vain attempt to get comfortable. “Does that mean you’ll help boys too lazy to jerk off? I heard they‘re too lazy to do that some--” (yawn)
Briefly the horrible image of her last “john” trying to rape Kei comes to mind. “No way.” (smiles, nudging Kei back to being awake) “No more sex for money. It’ll all be totally straight up honest work! Now don’t fall asleep! I’m not carrying your ass back to the apartment -- again!”
“Meanie…” Kei grumbles.
* * * * * *
Kei, her muscles relaxing inside the huge bath in their mid sized bathroom, looked at Yuri (opposite of her) and sighed. “No more extra work talk!” she moaned, leaning her head back to stare at the ceiling. The bath was huge, which was abit awkward since the room consisted of a sink, a small shower area, a huge bath and that’s it. Apparently being “dead” had an advantage… no need for waste disposal since the body absorbed all “food” and turned it into energy.
Still all the food in the world wouldn’t make Yuri any better at long distance cross country track or more fit to jump from building to building to building. Still it did save time on trips to the bathroom.
“I think we should stick to consulting and trouble shooting, try not to take too many jobs that require a lot of running around.” Yuri remarked, already making mental plans in her head concerning the “future” of their “second job”. Kei simply ignored her and pushed the rubber duck of her’s around the tub waiting for her to get all of this out of her system. “Quack quack quack” she’d chime, pushing ducky around waiting and waiting … until Yuri finally grabbed ducky and sighed. “Alright! I get the point! No more business talk!” (sighs) “What now?”
Kei pushes Yuri back, a playful expression on her face as she reaches under the water, “No more talk! More fuck, less business!”
“That’s not entirely kos--” Yuri begins, her words failing her as Kei plunges two fingers into her sex. “Eek! Fuck kosher.” she moans, one hand grasping Kei’s hand, motioning for her to do it faster, her other hand sliding between Kei’s legs to return the favor.
Kei suddenly pushes back, out of Yuri’s range, wresting her hand free from her lover’s grip as she smiles, “I have a surprise for you!”
“WHAT? N-n-now? But I was just getting into it!!” Yuri cried. Kei shakes her head and motioned for Yuri to shut her eyes. “You’ll like this! Now close your eyes, spread your legs and trust me!”
Not feeling the urge to be argumentative, she did exactly what she was told. Seconds passed, nothing. She heard Kei swallow -- but nothing. Finally she felt Kei move into her arms, and a strap on at her private spot. Before she could act Kei fell forward, thrusting into her in one swoop. She cried out, nearly falling into the water at the shock. Kei thrusting awkwardly as she splashed.
“GODDESS KEI SLOW DOWN!!” Yuri screamed.
“I’m slipping!” Kei cried out, “I’m trying to -- there!” (finally gets set) “-- oh fuck too late --” she groans, and goes back to slamming her hard. Yuri, the idea of finesse and ease gone, simply gave herself up to Kei fully and without complaint. It felt too damn good to argue about it at this point.
The soap made their skin feel super soft, so that each stroke sent never before felt sensations shotgunning through them, they were in heaven. Kei gasped as her moment hit, Yuri’s moment not far behind as she came along with her lover, both crying out as they released their pleasures together. Kei falls forward into Yuri’s waiting arms, the two cuddling tightly as Kei gasps for breath. “That -- was -- good.” she sighed.
Yuri smiled, her breath already returned. “Now it’s my turn.”
Before Kei could resist, Yuri shoves her back, Kei’s arms blindly lashing out to grab the tubs sides before she fell into the water, her bottoms coming up towards Yuri’s face. “Wait I’m not ready yet!!” she cried.
Yuri’s mouth nimbly engulfed her “womanhood”, sucking it madly. Kei’s grip weakens as she feels new tidal waves of hot pleasure roar through her body. Yuri’s hands grope around Kei’s bottom, only for her to stop. “W-wh-what!!” Kei groans, hot and bothered by Yuri’s ministrations.
“There’s no str -- WHAT THE FUCK!!”
Yuri just noticed that Kei wasn’t wearing a strap on. Kei, however, was too far gone to talk story now. “GET OUT!!”
“B-b-but--”
“LIE DOWN!! I GOTTA CUM!!” she screamed, “It’s going to vanish soon!! Please I just gotta do it NOW!! I want to cum between your tits! Please!!”
Obediently Yuri quickly gets out of the tub, lying down on the floor using a towel as a bathmat. Kei stumbles out, quickly jumping on top of Yuri, grabbing her breasts and shoving her dick in between them. With a harsh yelp she thrusts herself in, her dick shuddering as she begins to flick her hips back and forth quickly. “Please cum! Please cum! Please cum! Please cum!”
Yuri leans forward, her tongue lashing the tip of Kei’s “womanhood” as it thrusts over and over again, until at last her breath freezes, her hips stop as she feels it about to happen. Yuri grabs Kei and quickly pushes her back onto the tub, kneeling before her, breasts squeezed tight, as she rams her tits up and down over and over until Kei shudders one more time and comes.
From the tip of her “femalehood” a thick spurt of female cum shoots out, and again and again, until at last it falls limply down and changes back to her womanly sex. Kei feels her love’s strong arms scoop her up, and carry her to bed. “Where’d you get that?” she asked quietly.
“Not now --” Kei moans, her strength gone, “-- tomorrow --”
Yuri nods her head, kissing Kei once firmly on the lips as their bed opens before them, the two falling into their soft sheets and into a deep sleep.
This Weekend
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Friday, March 13, 2009
Post #150 Coming Soon
We're almost to our 150th Post! Probably going to be a fiction... speaking of which I'm still abit behind so I'll get the next fiction up ASAP.
Speaking of fictions you don't mind if I go a little controversial for a future series of stories? I'm thinking of stretching my limits abit in the coming days. (Just remember I warned that I'm going to be a little wilder in a sense, but I'll warn you again when the stories begin popping up).
Speaking of fictions you don't mind if I go a little controversial for a future series of stories? I'm thinking of stretching my limits abit in the coming days. (Just remember I warned that I'm going to be a little wilder in a sense, but I'll warn you again when the stories begin popping up).
Home Schooled Witchcraft Present Unbearable Obsession Chapter 3 (3)
Tears flowed down Duske's face as she cried out. Her hips raised high off the bed again, swaying slightly as she shut her eyes tight and shrieked. Her hand jerked harder and harder, a fresh spray of cum jetting out of her dick covering her already cum splattered body in more orgasm fluid, making her now horny beyond any level previously felt by her.
She was sweating, exhausted yet she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was at it again. She felt dirty and awful, lying on the bed stark naked like that, unable to stop herself from cumming over and over again.
"Dawnie!!“ she whimpered in pain, “Please cum… come home… I -- I can‘t -- I can‘t STTOOoooopppp…” Duske sobbed, forcing each word from her mouth as her hand breifly rests before going back at it again.
She never felt this aroused before, needing Dawnie so very very much.
She felt as if she was going to jerk her dick off her body at this rate, unable to keep from endlessly yanking at it over and over and over again until the only woman capable of totally satisfying her was home to heal her need.
If Dawne didn’t hurry back soon she didn’t know what she’d do.
Maybe a shower. Right now she’d try anything to cool off and get into a right state of mind. Anything whatsoever.
That thought promptly fled her mind the minute Dawne’s voice broke the almost smothering silence.
"Duske." the voice called out.
"Dawnie?!? Oh goddess you‘re…” A hand clamps itself around her mouth, silencing her. She is forced face down into the bed, her rear left up so Dawne could massage and stroke Duske’s hard penis.
The sheer pleasure felt by this made Duske moan, but Dawne wasn’t going to let her sit up to greet her. As Dawne’s hand pushed harder, forcing Duske’s face into the mattress, she felt her hand stroke her dick harder and harder as if milking it.
“Does it hurt being this hard, lover?” she whispered loud enough for Duske to hear, “It hurts, doesn’t it.”
“Dawnie!!” Duske barely choked out as Dawne piled on top of her, using her upper body to keep her pinned as she did this, Duske’s eyes widening as she realized her lover was shoving a newly formed girldick up her ass as she held Duske down tight. “Now be a good girl and stroke that cock while I satisfy your every need, my precious.”
Driven by Dawne’s commands, Duske moved her masturbation hand under herself until she grasped her dick, hand jerking it hard as she gritted her teeth, the dual ravishment of her hand job and Dawne’s ass plowing affecting her greatly. Briefly a sobering memory pushed it’s way into her thoughts, how she was forced to masturbate herself while being ass raped in prison… how… “My little whore’s still a good fuck, I see.”
Suddenly the voice was no longer Dawne, and it was like she was back in prison again. The laundry room, buried face first into the pile of bed sheetings, as the bossy female prison guard raped her for defying her will again. Eventually she would have one of her little prison femme croonies jerk Duske off while she fucked her up the ass, but right now she wanted Duske to know who was mistress and the bitch of this little scene.
Duske began to cry, suddenly worried out of her mind that Dawne would come in and see her like this… bowed beneath a stronger woman… being raped like a bitch by this dominate female… her whore, her slut, her toy.
Duske’s hand is pushed away, and like clockwork the guard’s pussy whore began jerking Duske off automatically. Like a good servant.
"Oh goddess you little whore!!! You are so good!! I’m going to plow that ass of your’s forever bitch!! Oh yes! YES!! Fuck!! YESS!! Ohhh---" (the guard stiffens as she nears her moment) "Jerk her faster bitch!! She’s no good unless we’re coming together!! Jerk faster, slut, jerk fas--“ (cries out, dick hammering Duske harder) “FUCK YOU BOTH!! YES!! GODDESS DON'T HOLD BACK!! COME ON!! MAKE THE WHORE CUM--"
The brutal bitch screams, her voice echoing as Duske is overwhelmed by her moment, her body trembling as the little cumslut made her cum just as her rapist shot her load into Duske’s ass, cumming hard…
Duske turns her head, to find Dawne sitting by her side chained like a dog, obediently doing her mistress’ will…
* * * * * *
Near screaming, Duske snaps out of her dream like state and back into reality. As she pulls her wits together, Duske rolls back and forth on the bed trying to shut the horror of what she saw out of her mind’s eye, hands over her face covering the terror written all over it. “Dawne is NOT a slave!“ she rasped in a near panic, her heart hammering in her ears as she tried desperately to shake off what she saw. “She’s not a slave… she’s not that bitch’s slut… she’s not a slave… not a slave… not a slave…“
Slowly but surely she comes under control, brain finally taking control as she regained her composure slowly but surely.
That, she reasoned feebly, was a dream. The rest, it seems, was not.
Duske finds herself lying on a bed whose sheets were wet with her juices, her hand limply lying to one said as she knew she had already cummed once again. “Oh goddess.” she groaned, “I can‘t believe it. Goddess I‘m so worn out.”
Suddenly the door opens and in walks Dawne. Too tired to even complain, Duske simply rolls her gaze over to Dawne and whimpers “What took you so long…”
“Bad day, I take it.” Dawne cheerfully said, cozying herself up right next to Duske pulling the exhausted female into her arms. “You smell of sex and sweat, so I guess somebody has been dreaming about me.”
“Yeah.” Duske weakly admits, “Sorry. I‘m… I‘m so weak… fo-forgi…”
Suddenly Dawne tackles Duske down onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her. Before Duske’s shocked eyes Dawne disrobes, pulling her clothes away with relish until she was as naked as her worn out lover.
“I trust you.“ Duske whispers, a knowing smile spreading. “Take me.“
Dawne drops between Duske's legs, devouring her still hard cum covered penis with one gulping swallow, alternating between sucking and stroking her penis as she went along. Dawne was almost like an animal, yet controlled and methodical in her technique. Her thoughts, however, didn’t last long as her need rose up in her head again and dominated her every thought.
“Oh goddess Dawnie!“ she cried, “Please!! More!! More!!“(she cried, panting fiercely) “Take me! Mount me! Cum with me! Give me my pills and let me…”
Dawne grabbed Duske, but instead of forcing a pill down her throat she flipped the two of them over, giving Duske dominate position. “Fuck me!!“ she cried. Without further hesistation or pause she did just that, mounting and ramming her dick home, writhing and bounce madly in a half crazed scramble to cum.
“Oh god! Oh yes! I'm cumming!! I'm cumming!! Yes!! DAWNIE!!”
Duske's body continued to work as her bouncing and yelling reached a high pinnacle point, her orgasm filling Dawne even as she came in turn. Her frantic bouncing slowing and slowing until she finally calmed post climax, collapsing in a heap on top of Dawne.
As Duske looked down upon Dawne she noticed a most serene expression, abit amiss on her considering she was sweating bullets and red faced from the frantic sex they just experienced. Duske smiles meekly, looking up into Dawne’s eyes. “Dawnie? I…“
Suddenly Dawne is a flurry of movement, her legs up and over Duske’s, her arms wrapping about her, restraining her quickly. Duske, confused, tries to talk only to be shushed by her lover. Suddenly she feels one, then two fingers, press down on a specific spot between her butt and spine, pressing firmly as she wiggled her two fingers in slow rhythmic motions.
Duske’s body suddenly jumps as if shocked, held tight in Dawne’s arms her form jerks involuntarily, a shocked cry coming from her lips as she cums. Dawne, kissing Duske once, whispers "Enough foreplay, precious. Break me lover, fill me and smother me in cum.“
At that moment everything became clear, and finally a smile came to her lips as she pushed Dawne down onto the bed, smiling as she raised herself from her restraints and slid her erection into Dawne once again. The endless warmth of being snuggled into Dawne’s cunt embraced her, and she felt so warm as she made love to her precious beneath her.
Slowly she pressed in, lightly stroking at first building a fresh sense of momentum. Dawne let out a long and slow moan, completely satisfied by her life mate’s efforts filling her to completion. She was truly in heaven.
Slowly Duske pulled out, but not quite out, and pushed in again. She started this slowly, and built a rhythm, pumping faster and faster. Each stroke solicited a fresh groan or gasp from her beloved, driving Duske to make love to her stronger and faster.
As they drew nearer and nearer to their joined peak both women started to sweat again, muscles trembling and aching as they neared their moment. Yet as they neared once again Duske tried to hold back, wanted to hold it off as long as possible--- come together in unison--- as one.
Dawne dropped a free hand down between them, stroking her own clit as the two made love. Dawne quickly pushed herself up a little, just enough so the two could kiss during lovemaking, release speeding closer.
It was almost there. Barely able to hold on any further, Duske shoved Dawne back onto her back, throwing her head back with a staggered cry. “We’re cumming!! Please goddess let us cummmmmm!!“ (she closed her eyes and cried out) “Agghh!!!“ and, with one final hard thrust, they came.
It was the most intense orgasm she ever felt, it was as if Duske’s entire soul was liberated from her body all at once at the moment of release. Everything went numb except for her center of pleasure, and that lusciously addictive feeling alone dominated her very being as she surrendered to her orgasm.
They were both screaming each other's names as it happened, eyes shut and bodies trembling as their juices flowed all over the bed and down their legs. Cumming and cumming and cumming. Falling into each other’s arms wasn’t enough, as they thought it was over their bodies jerked and humped automatically even in restive position.
Dimly, breaths ragged, they whimpered in each other’s arms as they realized they were terribly close to a fresh orgasm… which hit with a weaker yet still vibrant force.
Two orgasms, three, then one more, by the time they finally floated back from their mutual hazy cloud of release back to reality, their bodies felt as if the slightest touch could release a torrential geyser of cum from their pussies. The two slumped into each other's arms and held each other tight, gasping for breath, afraid yet strangely hungering for just one more orgasm in their exhausted state.
Finally, finally, they stopped coming.
“Goddess.” Duske moaned, realizing her penis had finally deflated once again to restive state, “You certainly do know how to make me happy.”
“That‘s my line, lover.” Dawne whispered, kissing Duske passionately. “Don‘t worry about dinner, I bought takeout tonight. Just in case.”
“You think of everything.”
“I try my best.” Dawne answers, the two kissing once again as “sleep“ overtook them. “I love you, my precious.”
"I love you too, my precious.“ Duske said back, “I love you.”
And with that the two kiss one more time, holding each other tightly as they drift off into slumber.
Fin
She was sweating, exhausted yet she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was at it again. She felt dirty and awful, lying on the bed stark naked like that, unable to stop herself from cumming over and over again.
"Dawnie!!“ she whimpered in pain, “Please cum… come home… I -- I can‘t -- I can‘t STTOOoooopppp…” Duske sobbed, forcing each word from her mouth as her hand breifly rests before going back at it again.
She never felt this aroused before, needing Dawnie so very very much.
She felt as if she was going to jerk her dick off her body at this rate, unable to keep from endlessly yanking at it over and over and over again until the only woman capable of totally satisfying her was home to heal her need.
If Dawne didn’t hurry back soon she didn’t know what she’d do.
Maybe a shower. Right now she’d try anything to cool off and get into a right state of mind. Anything whatsoever.
That thought promptly fled her mind the minute Dawne’s voice broke the almost smothering silence.
"Duske." the voice called out.
"Dawnie?!? Oh goddess you‘re…” A hand clamps itself around her mouth, silencing her. She is forced face down into the bed, her rear left up so Dawne could massage and stroke Duske’s hard penis.
The sheer pleasure felt by this made Duske moan, but Dawne wasn’t going to let her sit up to greet her. As Dawne’s hand pushed harder, forcing Duske’s face into the mattress, she felt her hand stroke her dick harder and harder as if milking it.
“Does it hurt being this hard, lover?” she whispered loud enough for Duske to hear, “It hurts, doesn’t it.”
“Dawnie!!” Duske barely choked out as Dawne piled on top of her, using her upper body to keep her pinned as she did this, Duske’s eyes widening as she realized her lover was shoving a newly formed girldick up her ass as she held Duske down tight. “Now be a good girl and stroke that cock while I satisfy your every need, my precious.”
Driven by Dawne’s commands, Duske moved her masturbation hand under herself until she grasped her dick, hand jerking it hard as she gritted her teeth, the dual ravishment of her hand job and Dawne’s ass plowing affecting her greatly. Briefly a sobering memory pushed it’s way into her thoughts, how she was forced to masturbate herself while being ass raped in prison… how… “My little whore’s still a good fuck, I see.”
Suddenly the voice was no longer Dawne, and it was like she was back in prison again. The laundry room, buried face first into the pile of bed sheetings, as the bossy female prison guard raped her for defying her will again. Eventually she would have one of her little prison femme croonies jerk Duske off while she fucked her up the ass, but right now she wanted Duske to know who was mistress and the bitch of this little scene.
Duske began to cry, suddenly worried out of her mind that Dawne would come in and see her like this… bowed beneath a stronger woman… being raped like a bitch by this dominate female… her whore, her slut, her toy.
Duske’s hand is pushed away, and like clockwork the guard’s pussy whore began jerking Duske off automatically. Like a good servant.
"Oh goddess you little whore!!! You are so good!! I’m going to plow that ass of your’s forever bitch!! Oh yes! YES!! Fuck!! YESS!! Ohhh---" (the guard stiffens as she nears her moment) "Jerk her faster bitch!! She’s no good unless we’re coming together!! Jerk faster, slut, jerk fas--“ (cries out, dick hammering Duske harder) “FUCK YOU BOTH!! YES!! GODDESS DON'T HOLD BACK!! COME ON!! MAKE THE WHORE CUM--"
The brutal bitch screams, her voice echoing as Duske is overwhelmed by her moment, her body trembling as the little cumslut made her cum just as her rapist shot her load into Duske’s ass, cumming hard…
Duske turns her head, to find Dawne sitting by her side chained like a dog, obediently doing her mistress’ will…
* * * * * *
Near screaming, Duske snaps out of her dream like state and back into reality. As she pulls her wits together, Duske rolls back and forth on the bed trying to shut the horror of what she saw out of her mind’s eye, hands over her face covering the terror written all over it. “Dawne is NOT a slave!“ she rasped in a near panic, her heart hammering in her ears as she tried desperately to shake off what she saw. “She’s not a slave… she’s not that bitch’s slut… she’s not a slave… not a slave… not a slave…“
Slowly but surely she comes under control, brain finally taking control as she regained her composure slowly but surely.
That, she reasoned feebly, was a dream. The rest, it seems, was not.
Duske finds herself lying on a bed whose sheets were wet with her juices, her hand limply lying to one said as she knew she had already cummed once again. “Oh goddess.” she groaned, “I can‘t believe it. Goddess I‘m so worn out.”
Suddenly the door opens and in walks Dawne. Too tired to even complain, Duske simply rolls her gaze over to Dawne and whimpers “What took you so long…”
“Bad day, I take it.” Dawne cheerfully said, cozying herself up right next to Duske pulling the exhausted female into her arms. “You smell of sex and sweat, so I guess somebody has been dreaming about me.”
“Yeah.” Duske weakly admits, “Sorry. I‘m… I‘m so weak… fo-forgi…”
Suddenly Dawne tackles Duske down onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her. Before Duske’s shocked eyes Dawne disrobes, pulling her clothes away with relish until she was as naked as her worn out lover.
“I trust you.“ Duske whispers, a knowing smile spreading. “Take me.“
Dawne drops between Duske's legs, devouring her still hard cum covered penis with one gulping swallow, alternating between sucking and stroking her penis as she went along. Dawne was almost like an animal, yet controlled and methodical in her technique. Her thoughts, however, didn’t last long as her need rose up in her head again and dominated her every thought.
“Oh goddess Dawnie!“ she cried, “Please!! More!! More!!“(she cried, panting fiercely) “Take me! Mount me! Cum with me! Give me my pills and let me…”
Dawne grabbed Duske, but instead of forcing a pill down her throat she flipped the two of them over, giving Duske dominate position. “Fuck me!!“ she cried. Without further hesistation or pause she did just that, mounting and ramming her dick home, writhing and bounce madly in a half crazed scramble to cum.
“Oh god! Oh yes! I'm cumming!! I'm cumming!! Yes!! DAWNIE!!”
Duske's body continued to work as her bouncing and yelling reached a high pinnacle point, her orgasm filling Dawne even as she came in turn. Her frantic bouncing slowing and slowing until she finally calmed post climax, collapsing in a heap on top of Dawne.
As Duske looked down upon Dawne she noticed a most serene expression, abit amiss on her considering she was sweating bullets and red faced from the frantic sex they just experienced. Duske smiles meekly, looking up into Dawne’s eyes. “Dawnie? I…“
Suddenly Dawne is a flurry of movement, her legs up and over Duske’s, her arms wrapping about her, restraining her quickly. Duske, confused, tries to talk only to be shushed by her lover. Suddenly she feels one, then two fingers, press down on a specific spot between her butt and spine, pressing firmly as she wiggled her two fingers in slow rhythmic motions.
Duske’s body suddenly jumps as if shocked, held tight in Dawne’s arms her form jerks involuntarily, a shocked cry coming from her lips as she cums. Dawne, kissing Duske once, whispers "Enough foreplay, precious. Break me lover, fill me and smother me in cum.“
At that moment everything became clear, and finally a smile came to her lips as she pushed Dawne down onto the bed, smiling as she raised herself from her restraints and slid her erection into Dawne once again. The endless warmth of being snuggled into Dawne’s cunt embraced her, and she felt so warm as she made love to her precious beneath her.
Slowly she pressed in, lightly stroking at first building a fresh sense of momentum. Dawne let out a long and slow moan, completely satisfied by her life mate’s efforts filling her to completion. She was truly in heaven.
Slowly Duske pulled out, but not quite out, and pushed in again. She started this slowly, and built a rhythm, pumping faster and faster. Each stroke solicited a fresh groan or gasp from her beloved, driving Duske to make love to her stronger and faster.
As they drew nearer and nearer to their joined peak both women started to sweat again, muscles trembling and aching as they neared their moment. Yet as they neared once again Duske tried to hold back, wanted to hold it off as long as possible--- come together in unison--- as one.
Dawne dropped a free hand down between them, stroking her own clit as the two made love. Dawne quickly pushed herself up a little, just enough so the two could kiss during lovemaking, release speeding closer.
It was almost there. Barely able to hold on any further, Duske shoved Dawne back onto her back, throwing her head back with a staggered cry. “We’re cumming!! Please goddess let us cummmmmm!!“ (she closed her eyes and cried out) “Agghh!!!“ and, with one final hard thrust, they came.
It was the most intense orgasm she ever felt, it was as if Duske’s entire soul was liberated from her body all at once at the moment of release. Everything went numb except for her center of pleasure, and that lusciously addictive feeling alone dominated her very being as she surrendered to her orgasm.
They were both screaming each other's names as it happened, eyes shut and bodies trembling as their juices flowed all over the bed and down their legs. Cumming and cumming and cumming. Falling into each other’s arms wasn’t enough, as they thought it was over their bodies jerked and humped automatically even in restive position.
Dimly, breaths ragged, they whimpered in each other’s arms as they realized they were terribly close to a fresh orgasm… which hit with a weaker yet still vibrant force.
Two orgasms, three, then one more, by the time they finally floated back from their mutual hazy cloud of release back to reality, their bodies felt as if the slightest touch could release a torrential geyser of cum from their pussies. The two slumped into each other's arms and held each other tight, gasping for breath, afraid yet strangely hungering for just one more orgasm in their exhausted state.
Finally, finally, they stopped coming.
“Goddess.” Duske moaned, realizing her penis had finally deflated once again to restive state, “You certainly do know how to make me happy.”
“That‘s my line, lover.” Dawne whispered, kissing Duske passionately. “Don‘t worry about dinner, I bought takeout tonight. Just in case.”
“You think of everything.”
“I try my best.” Dawne answers, the two kissing once again as “sleep“ overtook them. “I love you, my precious.”
"I love you too, my precious.“ Duske said back, “I love you.”
And with that the two kiss one more time, holding each other tightly as they drift off into slumber.
Fin
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Next Up...
This weekend the finale of Unbearable Obsession, then next week we'll have (once again) something new. Stay tuned.
Forever Yours Chapter 1
The wind whipped through her, chilling her to the bone even through her thick battle armor. The tall grass about her whipped about as she ran towards the slowly expanding portal gate, her thoughts only on destroying the anchors that was solidifying the gate.
The world was alien to her, dropped on a planet as the beachhead group set to prepare for the coming of the gatherers and harvesters to strip the world of natural resources.
But it was her first outbound mission on a uninhabited planet, so she wasn‘t as hardened or bitter as her associates in concerns to the mission at hand. For all intent and purposes she was a bright eyed bushy tailed youth of so-so appearance, and greater enthusiasm. She sported short dirty blonde hair, and an overall likable personality (which she supposed was at least minor compensation for being neither ridiculously knock dead beautiful or rich). Taking the new girl on what should have been a simple mission to a normal uninhabited planet didn‘t seem like much, but once things went out and it turned out to be anything but a simple mission… then they no doubt regretted assigning her to the mission.
The anamorphic humanoids she was “violently” introduced to (via a long fall into the middle of a farming community from a tall cliff) were quite peaceful, and knew nothing of violence even if violence was about to be visited upon them by an invading force meant to steal the planet’s vital resources. They were fairly well off technology wise, using a strange mix of strange “tech” and what could only be referred to as “magic” in their lives. Things powered by fossil fuels back on homeworld was powered by a strange mystical energy tapped from the planet’s own “leylines” of cosmic power, providing a limitless source of energy (as energy spent was absorbed back into the leylines and flowed once again to be tapped and then remerged). A source of pure neverending “Natural” energy, perfect for a world hungry for energy to the point that it stripped alien worlds of the very resources they used up in mass quantities on their own world.
But she wasn’t fighting for ideals, morals or a just cause.
The moment she was smitten with “Stacy“ she knew that things couldn‘t go on as she was ordered. Stacy was her caretaker assigned to her as she healed from her injuries. She was assigned to her when her battered body shocked several farmers when she was pushed off a cliff by a backstabbing teammate. Stacy was a young female of 20 years, height wise she came up to her (Tracy) height, up to shoulder height, though her size disadvantage didn’t speak of strength as Stacy was strong enough to benchpress Tracy (which she did once to carry her to medical aid).
Overall in appearance shee was humanoid (in fact from the neck down to her pussy she was all human female in appearance (as this large area on her front was bare of fur and very human in skin appearance and tone)).
The rest of her was human like as well except for a few points.
Her body for the most part (except the front) was covered in a short soft fur, a light peach cream color with streaks of a darker carmel along the back and down the limbs like racing stripes). Her fingers had strong retractable claws that she used to climb things, scale trees or ascend up the side of certain structures or barriers. Her feet were like humans, but had more flexibility and strength (allowing her to jump longer and higher than humans). Finally she had her long fluffy tail and feral facial appearance (half human/half fox in appearance with a short snout, thick furry ears (soft and so cute looking) and a long mane of hair striped a hot pink (tied up into a ponytail).
When Tracy fell in love with her, that was the moment she decided to put a stop to the planetary harvest planned by the human homeworld before it began. And once she could get back on her feet she had been running ragged trying to stop the portals, this one being the last of the portals to shut down..
As she raised her large rifle she began to pick off the portal spheres one at a time, collapsing the portal in upon itself. As she shot the last one the portal exploded violently -- a first as all the other portals collapsed harmlessly. Obviously her former allies (who had fled the world once she began collapsing the portals) knew what Tracy was up to and decided to destroy the last portal on their own, punishing him as he was thrown by the explosion. Spiteful of them. As she hit the ground, rolling over a few times painfully, he briefly thought of Stacy. Then she fell into darkness.
Briefly she woke up to Stacy, face full of worry, picking her up to carry out of harm‘s way. She could hear words, talking, but they were speaking in the language Tracy knew as that world’s native tongue so he couldn’t understand it (only through little spell straps worn around the neck could they speak other languages). As she fell back into darkness she felt as if something important was about to happen.
And she couldn’t be more right about that even if she tried.
* * * * * *
When she woke up about 2 and a half weeks had passed, and Stacy had changed.
Stacy was there by the bedside waiting for her to wake. Her warm reassuring smile comforting Tracy as she opened her eyes. It was as if nothing had happened, but in fact quite abit had happened.
After she brought Tracy back to the village to be cared for, as she told the story to Tracy, it seemed the her village council had tried to separate them only for Stacy to become violent at the thought. The specifics wasn’t clear, and she refused to say more, but in the end they clipped one of her ears (as a sign of her disgrace) and banished her from the village with Tracy forever. So, as it seemed, they were now homeless since this world had as much backwards beliefs about gays/lesbians as her own homeworld.. And that’s when she told Tracy of a place to settle down in an area where people didn’t mind “foreigners” (or couples of same sex relationships).
While Tracy was healing it seemed Stacy took it upon herself to make arrangements for the two of them along with her female friends to take a trip up to a mountainside village to relocate. A trip for skiing, relaxation and celebration of the passing of a year… as well as a trip to relocate the duo and give them a new start in a bias free community.
Stacy’s adopted aunt Fiona (a human red fox hybrid, mostly human except for the fur, long red tail and feral features including her cute short snout nose and furry ears) invited them all up to celebrate with family and friends, as well as to make a life for themselves in the community away from the “lesser educated“. Not in any condition to argue or protest Tracy did what she was told and was promptly dismissed into Stacy’s care for the trip.
Tonight, however, on the eve of the trip she wasn’t sleeping very well.
Tracy sighed deeply, curled up abit in her motel bed feeling rather miserable.
“I am so damn useless…” she sighed, thinking to herself how she could have done something to stop what happened to Stacy. If only she wasn’t unconscious for so long she could have spared Stacy the humiliation of being branded an exile.
Damn fools doing that to her, she thought, feeling the bitterness fade as she felt sleep slowly reaching out to take her. She had more important things to worry about.
Sleep somehow overtook her.
She dreamed that she was walking through the grocery store naked, on her own as Stacy sometimes insisted on doing some shopping herself. As she walked about picking up a few things on their list she was approached by an older gent who was praiseful of Tracy’s actions to save their world. He then brought up Stacy, and when she mentioned dinner the gentleman promptly pointed at the list and recommended buying a specific meat. “Ladies always feed their mates it before sex. Makes them real animals in bed!”
But, as the wolf male (grey tinted coat) grinned his silly grin, she guessed her talking companion knew a thing or two of being an “animal” in bed (pun intended).
Still the thought of bringing it up, what the older male said, made her feel most uncomfortable, especially since she knew she picked up that exact meat he mentioned just a few minutes ago. She couldn’t bring herself to ask -- too afraid of what Stacy would say. She just didn’t know how to phrase it, she guessed.
It felt a tad bit like disappointment to be served pasta for dinner then, the meat in question not coming into play without a mention or afterthought. Still she did manage to keep her poker face even as it was killing her on the inside to wonder what was happening with the meat she picked up. Still, if Stacy didn’t want to talk about it.
That’s when she, with a playful grin, said “Only male wolves get horny eating meat. It’s an old wives’ tale every race gets turned on by red meat.“
“Selfish!” she hissed at herself in anger back in her bed, berating her own feelings for Stacy. “It’s not fair to force her to have sex just because I’m ready for it. Lusting for it… evil… I don’t want to hurt her, rush it, make a mistake --” (teeth clenches as she holds back the onrush of emotion) “Errgghh…”
“We’re not a mistake.” the comforting voice in the back of his mind whispered, as two strong loving arms wrapped themselves about her, as she felt her lover’s nude form press against her back. “I‘m not a child.”
“Sorry.” Tracy mumbled half heartedly, feeling abit drained by her inner ragings. At that apology Stacy giggled and said “My precious doesn’t need to be sorry. I should be.” (a brief kiss in the back of the neck, causing Tracy to shudder) “I can’t wait anymore. I’m non-existent as far as family goes so I don’t have anyone to explain my sex life to. It’s my body in anycase, and my decision who to share myself with… not theirs.“
“I’m an idiot.” she sighed inwardly.
“Then I’m an idiot too.“ Stacy countered, “I have to tell you -- show you how I feel for you. Let you know I’ll always be there for you, as you‘ve been here for me. Let you know I want to be your one and true, hold you tight and never let go.”
Suddenly her thoughts fled as she rolled over and kissed Stacy full on, Stacy’s short snout clamped lightly over Tracy’s cheeks as their tongues danced and “embraced”. Their arms holding each other’s nude forms tight, intoxicating to Tracy’s already needy disposition).
‘To spend all my days with her, forever sharing her bed as life mates. Oh goddess!“
Fingers slowly pinch and toy with Stacy's nipples as she leans her head back, Tracy leans forward to kiss her neck as she toys with Stacy’s nipples. “Naughty girl!” she sighed breathlessly, relishing in Stacy’s body, “You drive me wild just by being alive!!“
Stacy's hand knew what to do, as she manually masturbated her lover’s sex, bringing throaty groans and moans from her as she did so. Stacy’s touch burned her on a sensual level, her body shuddering as Stacy worked her over. Not wanting to leave Stacy out she returned the favor, methodically working Stacy’s own clean shaven pussy with her fingers as Stacy did likewise in turn. Tit for tat, so to say.
They went on, for long moments, masturbating each other until at last Stacy could take it no more, spreading her legs she impaled Tracy’s pussy on her thigh, even as she moved to catch her own cunt on top of Tracy’s thigh. Both women cried out, clinging onto each other as each worked to hump the other woman repeatedly on their slowly moistening thigh. First their breaths caught, then breathing became ragged as their precum soaked their thighs, a feeling of impending release spurring their actions to greater heights. Their hands kept busy, first by embracing each other then by massaging each other’s tits, fingers pulling and pinching hard nipples and massaging soft tits in turn.Stacy’s head whipped back and forth, her short snout ajar as a high pitched mewling howl indicated that she was enjoying her dual ravishment overtaking her. Goddess, this was heaven.
They both began to tense as their moments rose, Tracy’s eyes focused only on Stacy before her as they made love, sweat rolling from their bodies as they strained closer towards release. Stacy suddenly nudges Tracy’s arms out of the way and embraced her fully, locking their bodies tight as their thighs continued humping like mad towards impending release, their mouths once again locked in a deep soul searing kiss.
It worked. The dual ravishment of pussy humping and their bodies tightly embraced acted like a drug pushing the both of them quicker to climax. The room filled with the sound of their passions, the heat of their love climbing higher and higher.
As the moment hit, and climax came, as they both screamed, body rigid and tense as waves of undying pleasure washed over them. The moment lasted seemingly forever, and Tracy’s whole body felt like one large pussy cumming forever and ever over her lover’s soft body. Then, finally the collapsed into bed exhausted from the ordeal, unable to move for what seemed the longest time cuddling and petting.
Goddess, Tracy thought, we’re going to be like this forever and ever… the two of us. Slowly, they fell into a deep sleep, naked and embraced in each other's arms, dead to the world and only real to each other as dreams overtook them.
To Be Continued April 2009
The world was alien to her, dropped on a planet as the beachhead group set to prepare for the coming of the gatherers and harvesters to strip the world of natural resources.
But it was her first outbound mission on a uninhabited planet, so she wasn‘t as hardened or bitter as her associates in concerns to the mission at hand. For all intent and purposes she was a bright eyed bushy tailed youth of so-so appearance, and greater enthusiasm. She sported short dirty blonde hair, and an overall likable personality (which she supposed was at least minor compensation for being neither ridiculously knock dead beautiful or rich). Taking the new girl on what should have been a simple mission to a normal uninhabited planet didn‘t seem like much, but once things went out and it turned out to be anything but a simple mission… then they no doubt regretted assigning her to the mission.
The anamorphic humanoids she was “violently” introduced to (via a long fall into the middle of a farming community from a tall cliff) were quite peaceful, and knew nothing of violence even if violence was about to be visited upon them by an invading force meant to steal the planet’s vital resources. They were fairly well off technology wise, using a strange mix of strange “tech” and what could only be referred to as “magic” in their lives. Things powered by fossil fuels back on homeworld was powered by a strange mystical energy tapped from the planet’s own “leylines” of cosmic power, providing a limitless source of energy (as energy spent was absorbed back into the leylines and flowed once again to be tapped and then remerged). A source of pure neverending “Natural” energy, perfect for a world hungry for energy to the point that it stripped alien worlds of the very resources they used up in mass quantities on their own world.
But she wasn’t fighting for ideals, morals or a just cause.
The moment she was smitten with “Stacy“ she knew that things couldn‘t go on as she was ordered. Stacy was her caretaker assigned to her as she healed from her injuries. She was assigned to her when her battered body shocked several farmers when she was pushed off a cliff by a backstabbing teammate. Stacy was a young female of 20 years, height wise she came up to her (Tracy) height, up to shoulder height, though her size disadvantage didn’t speak of strength as Stacy was strong enough to benchpress Tracy (which she did once to carry her to medical aid).
Overall in appearance shee was humanoid (in fact from the neck down to her pussy she was all human female in appearance (as this large area on her front was bare of fur and very human in skin appearance and tone)).
The rest of her was human like as well except for a few points.
Her body for the most part (except the front) was covered in a short soft fur, a light peach cream color with streaks of a darker carmel along the back and down the limbs like racing stripes). Her fingers had strong retractable claws that she used to climb things, scale trees or ascend up the side of certain structures or barriers. Her feet were like humans, but had more flexibility and strength (allowing her to jump longer and higher than humans). Finally she had her long fluffy tail and feral facial appearance (half human/half fox in appearance with a short snout, thick furry ears (soft and so cute looking) and a long mane of hair striped a hot pink (tied up into a ponytail).
When Tracy fell in love with her, that was the moment she decided to put a stop to the planetary harvest planned by the human homeworld before it began. And once she could get back on her feet she had been running ragged trying to stop the portals, this one being the last of the portals to shut down..
As she raised her large rifle she began to pick off the portal spheres one at a time, collapsing the portal in upon itself. As she shot the last one the portal exploded violently -- a first as all the other portals collapsed harmlessly. Obviously her former allies (who had fled the world once she began collapsing the portals) knew what Tracy was up to and decided to destroy the last portal on their own, punishing him as he was thrown by the explosion. Spiteful of them. As she hit the ground, rolling over a few times painfully, he briefly thought of Stacy. Then she fell into darkness.
Briefly she woke up to Stacy, face full of worry, picking her up to carry out of harm‘s way. She could hear words, talking, but they were speaking in the language Tracy knew as that world’s native tongue so he couldn’t understand it (only through little spell straps worn around the neck could they speak other languages). As she fell back into darkness she felt as if something important was about to happen.
And she couldn’t be more right about that even if she tried.
* * * * * *
When she woke up about 2 and a half weeks had passed, and Stacy had changed.
Stacy was there by the bedside waiting for her to wake. Her warm reassuring smile comforting Tracy as she opened her eyes. It was as if nothing had happened, but in fact quite abit had happened.
After she brought Tracy back to the village to be cared for, as she told the story to Tracy, it seemed the her village council had tried to separate them only for Stacy to become violent at the thought. The specifics wasn’t clear, and she refused to say more, but in the end they clipped one of her ears (as a sign of her disgrace) and banished her from the village with Tracy forever. So, as it seemed, they were now homeless since this world had as much backwards beliefs about gays/lesbians as her own homeworld.. And that’s when she told Tracy of a place to settle down in an area where people didn’t mind “foreigners” (or couples of same sex relationships).
While Tracy was healing it seemed Stacy took it upon herself to make arrangements for the two of them along with her female friends to take a trip up to a mountainside village to relocate. A trip for skiing, relaxation and celebration of the passing of a year… as well as a trip to relocate the duo and give them a new start in a bias free community.
Stacy’s adopted aunt Fiona (a human red fox hybrid, mostly human except for the fur, long red tail and feral features including her cute short snout nose and furry ears) invited them all up to celebrate with family and friends, as well as to make a life for themselves in the community away from the “lesser educated“. Not in any condition to argue or protest Tracy did what she was told and was promptly dismissed into Stacy’s care for the trip.
Tonight, however, on the eve of the trip she wasn’t sleeping very well.
Tracy sighed deeply, curled up abit in her motel bed feeling rather miserable.
“I am so damn useless…” she sighed, thinking to herself how she could have done something to stop what happened to Stacy. If only she wasn’t unconscious for so long she could have spared Stacy the humiliation of being branded an exile.
Damn fools doing that to her, she thought, feeling the bitterness fade as she felt sleep slowly reaching out to take her. She had more important things to worry about.
Sleep somehow overtook her.
She dreamed that she was walking through the grocery store naked, on her own as Stacy sometimes insisted on doing some shopping herself. As she walked about picking up a few things on their list she was approached by an older gent who was praiseful of Tracy’s actions to save their world. He then brought up Stacy, and when she mentioned dinner the gentleman promptly pointed at the list and recommended buying a specific meat. “Ladies always feed their mates it before sex. Makes them real animals in bed!”
But, as the wolf male (grey tinted coat) grinned his silly grin, she guessed her talking companion knew a thing or two of being an “animal” in bed (pun intended).
Still the thought of bringing it up, what the older male said, made her feel most uncomfortable, especially since she knew she picked up that exact meat he mentioned just a few minutes ago. She couldn’t bring herself to ask -- too afraid of what Stacy would say. She just didn’t know how to phrase it, she guessed.
It felt a tad bit like disappointment to be served pasta for dinner then, the meat in question not coming into play without a mention or afterthought. Still she did manage to keep her poker face even as it was killing her on the inside to wonder what was happening with the meat she picked up. Still, if Stacy didn’t want to talk about it.
That’s when she, with a playful grin, said “Only male wolves get horny eating meat. It’s an old wives’ tale every race gets turned on by red meat.“
“Selfish!” she hissed at herself in anger back in her bed, berating her own feelings for Stacy. “It’s not fair to force her to have sex just because I’m ready for it. Lusting for it… evil… I don’t want to hurt her, rush it, make a mistake --” (teeth clenches as she holds back the onrush of emotion) “Errgghh…”
“We’re not a mistake.” the comforting voice in the back of his mind whispered, as two strong loving arms wrapped themselves about her, as she felt her lover’s nude form press against her back. “I‘m not a child.”
“Sorry.” Tracy mumbled half heartedly, feeling abit drained by her inner ragings. At that apology Stacy giggled and said “My precious doesn’t need to be sorry. I should be.” (a brief kiss in the back of the neck, causing Tracy to shudder) “I can’t wait anymore. I’m non-existent as far as family goes so I don’t have anyone to explain my sex life to. It’s my body in anycase, and my decision who to share myself with… not theirs.“
“I’m an idiot.” she sighed inwardly.
“Then I’m an idiot too.“ Stacy countered, “I have to tell you -- show you how I feel for you. Let you know I’ll always be there for you, as you‘ve been here for me. Let you know I want to be your one and true, hold you tight and never let go.”
Suddenly her thoughts fled as she rolled over and kissed Stacy full on, Stacy’s short snout clamped lightly over Tracy’s cheeks as their tongues danced and “embraced”. Their arms holding each other’s nude forms tight, intoxicating to Tracy’s already needy disposition).
‘To spend all my days with her, forever sharing her bed as life mates. Oh goddess!“
Fingers slowly pinch and toy with Stacy's nipples as she leans her head back, Tracy leans forward to kiss her neck as she toys with Stacy’s nipples. “Naughty girl!” she sighed breathlessly, relishing in Stacy’s body, “You drive me wild just by being alive!!“
Stacy's hand knew what to do, as she manually masturbated her lover’s sex, bringing throaty groans and moans from her as she did so. Stacy’s touch burned her on a sensual level, her body shuddering as Stacy worked her over. Not wanting to leave Stacy out she returned the favor, methodically working Stacy’s own clean shaven pussy with her fingers as Stacy did likewise in turn. Tit for tat, so to say.
They went on, for long moments, masturbating each other until at last Stacy could take it no more, spreading her legs she impaled Tracy’s pussy on her thigh, even as she moved to catch her own cunt on top of Tracy’s thigh. Both women cried out, clinging onto each other as each worked to hump the other woman repeatedly on their slowly moistening thigh. First their breaths caught, then breathing became ragged as their precum soaked their thighs, a feeling of impending release spurring their actions to greater heights. Their hands kept busy, first by embracing each other then by massaging each other’s tits, fingers pulling and pinching hard nipples and massaging soft tits in turn.Stacy’s head whipped back and forth, her short snout ajar as a high pitched mewling howl indicated that she was enjoying her dual ravishment overtaking her. Goddess, this was heaven.
They both began to tense as their moments rose, Tracy’s eyes focused only on Stacy before her as they made love, sweat rolling from their bodies as they strained closer towards release. Stacy suddenly nudges Tracy’s arms out of the way and embraced her fully, locking their bodies tight as their thighs continued humping like mad towards impending release, their mouths once again locked in a deep soul searing kiss.
It worked. The dual ravishment of pussy humping and their bodies tightly embraced acted like a drug pushing the both of them quicker to climax. The room filled with the sound of their passions, the heat of their love climbing higher and higher.
As the moment hit, and climax came, as they both screamed, body rigid and tense as waves of undying pleasure washed over them. The moment lasted seemingly forever, and Tracy’s whole body felt like one large pussy cumming forever and ever over her lover’s soft body. Then, finally the collapsed into bed exhausted from the ordeal, unable to move for what seemed the longest time cuddling and petting.
Goddess, Tracy thought, we’re going to be like this forever and ever… the two of us. Slowly, they fell into a deep sleep, naked and embraced in each other's arms, dead to the world and only real to each other as dreams overtook them.
To Be Continued April 2009
Home Schooled Witchcraft Presents Unbearable Obsession Chapter 2 of 3
As she finished undressing, Duske rushed forward taking Dawne fully into her arms, hugging her tightly. Dawne smiles warmly as she exchanging a knowing glance with Duske, one hand encouraging Duske’s hand to slide into her panties, spreading her legs slightly to give her better access.
Duske started with light gentle masturbation, slowly using her fingers to excite Dawne even as she busied her free hand by keeping Dawne’s hands from interrupting her finger work. Occasionally Duske pinched and played with one and then the other nipple on Dawne‘s breasts, a little reward for the “right“ behavior from Dawne as she was being pleased.
When she couldn’t take anymore, she uses her body's weight to force Dawne down onto her knees, gritting her teeth tight as her dick swings fully erect ready for action. That‘s when the real fun with Dawne began.
Duske grabbed her arms pinning them back, holding her tight, slowly binding Dawne’s hands with a practice binding ribbon from Bondage for Beginners class.
Once fully restrained she rolls Dawne over onto her back, spreading her legs open treating her eyes to a most inviting sight. As she leaned forward she used the fingers of one hand to spread Dawne’s pedals, feeling her heartbeat surge strong from the stimulation Dawne was providing her right now.
Pinned as she is, Dawne is unable to resist as Duske takes her dick in hand, slowly teasing her lover with it so close to her womanly opening. Slowly tracing the tip up and down her slit, bringing cries of need and want from her lover with each teasing touch. Dawne soon begins to desperately thrust her hips up towards the teasing dick, just out of her reach but not quite.
Duske, however, was in no rush to end it too soon, so she manages to remain just out of reach from Dawne, tempting her with what she wants the most. One she is ready, and knows Dawne is ready too, she lunges forward taking her lover fully and completely.
Right there in the private little hideaway in the gardens she‘ll take the screaming Dawne without hesistation, desperately fucking her to release. As she flips her lover over doggy style, falling on top of her she would feel her dick swell and swell until it could not hold back anymore. Fully rewarding, nasty lovemaking on the grass, her self indulgence after all that report writing.
Dawne’s legs and arms wrapped around her, her voice screaming for more, begging Duske to fill her completely with her loving juices in her belly. As their pleasure mounted and grew, Duske knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.
Clenching Dawne tightly to her, her dick swelled thick as she felt it begin to to peak. Finally, with a shrieking cry, they held tight as their bodies underwent a dual orgasm. Dawne’s pussy milked out it’s passion even as it was filled in turns by the thick gushing waves of release fired out of Duske’s dick.
* * * * * *
"…eyyyahhh!!!"Duske cries out, another orgasm ripping through her as she jerks herself off in a sideways position, a fresh wave of cum shooting from her dick in long streams across the bedding.
"Goddess! Oh my sweet goddess!!" she moans, rolling back and forth barely managing to loosen her hand from her deflated dick again, hand moist with her twice cum. “I can’t stop doing it… I can’t stop… oh Dawnie I can‘t stop!!“
The thought of jerking off suddenly seemed always near to her mind’s eye. It was as if she couldn’t live 5 minutes without cumming again and again, always close to being tired out everytime she came only to find new strength to do it again from her obsessive need to have her dick shoot off over and over and over again.
Duske’s upper body quickly snapped up and she cried out “Oh no!!”… only to fall silent as she fell back into the soft bedding with a thud.
Sure, she felt rather bad about it… but she knew once she felt this way it would take a lot of effort on Dawne’s part to straighten her out and get her over this need to endlessly cum. If only Dawne was home now then this would be well on it’s way to resolution right now.
With an impatient huff, Duske rolls over so her gaze falls upon her personal closet, considering a choice of naughty wear for Dawne‘s homecoming. “Maybe I should go for an all FeatherFabric lingere ensemble.“ she whispered, “But if I do that I’ll cum five times before I even have the chance to begin stripping seductively.“
The thought to walk into her closet and pick out a new wardrobe seemed still not close to her mind, as she still waited for her body to regather it‘s strength after her last mind numbing orgasm. “Dawne's going to be home from shopping soon so I should wrap this up as quickly as possible… I still have to put dinner together for tonight after all.”
Somehow she manages to get her feet under her, wobbling into the closet where she begins to look through her clothes (as well as Dawne’s) for a change of clothing from her Sex Witchcraft student clothing. As she holds one particularly naughty halloween costume up to the mirror she shivers involuntarily, feeling her erection slowly rising beneath the soft naughty skirt of the maid’s outfit pressed onto her body.
“Goddess…” she hissed, pressing the soft material against her nude form, “I‘m becoming… aroused… again…” Tomoyo gasps, hand grabbing at at the skirt rubbing the soft material about her growing erection. Numbly she tries to wretch her hand away, crying “Stop it! Stop it! Stop--”
She finally tosses the material aside, her hand grabbing a silk shirt which she shoves her dick into, haphazardly using it as a cum rag as she runs back into the room collapsing onto the bed.
Rolling on the bedding she jerks herself into a full erection once again, tears coming to her eyes as she began to work towards another orgasm so close yet so far… Suddenly her world turns hazy and cloudy.
The first night she and Dawne had sex. She could never forget that.
It had been months since she became friends with Dawne soon after being incarcerated and given the sex change procedure. Dawne was the closest thing to a real friend she had in the prison, and the only one who would comfort her after every forced rape she endured. She was the only thing, it seemed, that kept her sane in the sexually overcharged cellblock.
Violence was rare, and unnecessary since these new forms made all the prisoners sexually excited most of the time. It didn’t take much for a prison rape gang to get together, more from a need to satisfy their “demon” than anything else. Duske was not a team player, didn’t join a gang or anything, so she often was one of those victimized by these gangs (who sought out loners in the “family” and made them their bitches).
She had been so withdrawn when Dawne came to her that night.
She hasn't made love that wasn’t forced rape in a long time.
Dawne told her that Duske was so beautiful to her when she first beheld her lying in the Prison Medico Ward cot, recovering from a rape. Now she was staring at her in her own isolation cell, sleeping. Dawne’s breath caught in her throat as she admired her, feeling her own arousal grip her heart as she wanted to go closer.
Slowly, carefully, she crawls into bed with Duske, careful not to wake her (yet). She's so beautiful in the soft dim glow of the cell’s lighting elements, Dawne said she couldn’t resist shivering as she pulled away the sheets to behold Duske’s nude body. Dawne quickly disrobed herself, eyes fixated and on slumbering dick between Duske’s legs, her own nude body sweating in anticipation of what was to come from what she said of it.
She gently moves forward, lips softly touching Duske’s penis as she kissed it, feeling the cock slowly respond she licked and licked it gently, causing it to rise before her. Shaken awake by this, Dawne gently restrains her, letting her know quietly that she was safe before going back to suckle on Duske’s now erect dick. Duske, dazed laid back feeling wave upon wave of mind energizing pleasure as this woman, the one she was so friendly with, was now giving her something that she hadn’t had in a long long time… consensual sex.
A tear comes to her eye, Duske silently crying abit as she whispers to her new lover “Let me taste you.“ she begged, “Give me your pussy.“
Obliging, she swings about and presents, allowing her love to take her as she takes Duske in turn. Lips to cunt and lips around dick, both stimulating the other slowly and quietly to release.
But this wouldn’t be the end of it, once recovered Dawne would roll herself under Duske and silently present herself, beautiful goddess like body ready to be plunged into by the hard eager dick before her pussy.
As Dawne lifts her spread legs about Duske’s rear, drawing her in, their eyes lock and hold tight. Duske reaches down, one hand holding her dick as the other spreads Dawne’s pedals and allows her to press her penis right up and into her pussy slowly working herself into her…
* * * * * *
Briefly Duske screams, a new orgasm rippling through her… only this time her dick did not lower or weaken post orgasm. It was still stiff and still sensitive as all hell as she jerked herself off towards yet another orgasm so close to the last one, shooting a fresh load of cum all over the bedding.
‘The one bright point of being dead already.’ Duske thought to herself, ‘I can’t die again even from too much pleasure.’
Resigning herself to her fate, Duske sinks back into her own thoughts.
* * * * * *
Duske leaned forward and took ahold of one of Dawne’s breasts, suckling on the nipple as she gingerly plowed her penis right into the willing nurse’s pussy. The hardness of Dawne’s nipples tantalized her tongue as it stroked and rubbed against it again and again, even as her fingers hardened the other nipple bringing a moan of approval from Dawne’s sweet lips. As she groaned, her body fastened about Duske keeping her close, her voice a thin whisper. “That's it -- please goddess don’t stop… don’t ever stop!!”
Slowly Duske pushed herself back away from Dawne, taking control as she vigorously thrust her dick into the willing woman’s sweet spot, dominating her as she knew within her heart she was dominated in turn. Still she didn’t want to end it for Dawne too soon, she wanted to hold out as long as possible to prolong this first time together.
For long seconds it didn’t register, but soon enough she realized just how easy it was to mount Dawne as she did. Dawne wasn’t a virgin, but then again neither was Duske so it didn’t seem to matter to her.
Together, in unison, they bucked and ground into each other, hips humping and breaths rasping, each shuddering from the pleasure given by each one in turn. Each one working hard to emulate the pleasure given to her, returning it back in full measure. Each one’s reward for their hard work as the cries of the other, the sinful pleasure of seeing the other’s sweat glistened nude form writhe and stroke blow for blow in the loving gaze of each woman’s eyes.
Everything felt like it was going to explode for both women, the two of them riding on top of the growing sexbomb ready to explode with it.
Finally everything did explode, and with a long soul wracking groan they came, Dawne’s pussy splattering it’s juices all over Duske’s penis driving her to higher and higher strokes of her hips pumping her release into Dawne’s belly. Her dick was smothered in pussy and cum, the excess fluids of their dual release splashing about as it ran downwards over their inner thighs and Dawne’s butt. After long seconds they collapsed onto each other, their breathes was ragged and wasted. Goddess, Duske thought dimly as she held her new lover tightly, she was perfect. My---
Tears flowed down Duske’s face as she cried out, reality intruding on her fever dream as she came once again.
To Be Concluded
Duske started with light gentle masturbation, slowly using her fingers to excite Dawne even as she busied her free hand by keeping Dawne’s hands from interrupting her finger work. Occasionally Duske pinched and played with one and then the other nipple on Dawne‘s breasts, a little reward for the “right“ behavior from Dawne as she was being pleased.
When she couldn’t take anymore, she uses her body's weight to force Dawne down onto her knees, gritting her teeth tight as her dick swings fully erect ready for action. That‘s when the real fun with Dawne began.
Duske grabbed her arms pinning them back, holding her tight, slowly binding Dawne’s hands with a practice binding ribbon from Bondage for Beginners class.
Once fully restrained she rolls Dawne over onto her back, spreading her legs open treating her eyes to a most inviting sight. As she leaned forward she used the fingers of one hand to spread Dawne’s pedals, feeling her heartbeat surge strong from the stimulation Dawne was providing her right now.
Pinned as she is, Dawne is unable to resist as Duske takes her dick in hand, slowly teasing her lover with it so close to her womanly opening. Slowly tracing the tip up and down her slit, bringing cries of need and want from her lover with each teasing touch. Dawne soon begins to desperately thrust her hips up towards the teasing dick, just out of her reach but not quite.
Duske, however, was in no rush to end it too soon, so she manages to remain just out of reach from Dawne, tempting her with what she wants the most. One she is ready, and knows Dawne is ready too, she lunges forward taking her lover fully and completely.
Right there in the private little hideaway in the gardens she‘ll take the screaming Dawne without hesistation, desperately fucking her to release. As she flips her lover over doggy style, falling on top of her she would feel her dick swell and swell until it could not hold back anymore. Fully rewarding, nasty lovemaking on the grass, her self indulgence after all that report writing.
Dawne’s legs and arms wrapped around her, her voice screaming for more, begging Duske to fill her completely with her loving juices in her belly. As their pleasure mounted and grew, Duske knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.
Clenching Dawne tightly to her, her dick swelled thick as she felt it begin to to peak. Finally, with a shrieking cry, they held tight as their bodies underwent a dual orgasm. Dawne’s pussy milked out it’s passion even as it was filled in turns by the thick gushing waves of release fired out of Duske’s dick.
* * * * * *
"…eyyyahhh!!!"Duske cries out, another orgasm ripping through her as she jerks herself off in a sideways position, a fresh wave of cum shooting from her dick in long streams across the bedding.
"Goddess! Oh my sweet goddess!!" she moans, rolling back and forth barely managing to loosen her hand from her deflated dick again, hand moist with her twice cum. “I can’t stop doing it… I can’t stop… oh Dawnie I can‘t stop!!“
The thought of jerking off suddenly seemed always near to her mind’s eye. It was as if she couldn’t live 5 minutes without cumming again and again, always close to being tired out everytime she came only to find new strength to do it again from her obsessive need to have her dick shoot off over and over and over again.
Duske’s upper body quickly snapped up and she cried out “Oh no!!”… only to fall silent as she fell back into the soft bedding with a thud.
Sure, she felt rather bad about it… but she knew once she felt this way it would take a lot of effort on Dawne’s part to straighten her out and get her over this need to endlessly cum. If only Dawne was home now then this would be well on it’s way to resolution right now.
With an impatient huff, Duske rolls over so her gaze falls upon her personal closet, considering a choice of naughty wear for Dawne‘s homecoming. “Maybe I should go for an all FeatherFabric lingere ensemble.“ she whispered, “But if I do that I’ll cum five times before I even have the chance to begin stripping seductively.“
The thought to walk into her closet and pick out a new wardrobe seemed still not close to her mind, as she still waited for her body to regather it‘s strength after her last mind numbing orgasm. “Dawne's going to be home from shopping soon so I should wrap this up as quickly as possible… I still have to put dinner together for tonight after all.”
Somehow she manages to get her feet under her, wobbling into the closet where she begins to look through her clothes (as well as Dawne’s) for a change of clothing from her Sex Witchcraft student clothing. As she holds one particularly naughty halloween costume up to the mirror she shivers involuntarily, feeling her erection slowly rising beneath the soft naughty skirt of the maid’s outfit pressed onto her body.
“Goddess…” she hissed, pressing the soft material against her nude form, “I‘m becoming… aroused… again…” Tomoyo gasps, hand grabbing at at the skirt rubbing the soft material about her growing erection. Numbly she tries to wretch her hand away, crying “Stop it! Stop it! Stop--”
She finally tosses the material aside, her hand grabbing a silk shirt which she shoves her dick into, haphazardly using it as a cum rag as she runs back into the room collapsing onto the bed.
Rolling on the bedding she jerks herself into a full erection once again, tears coming to her eyes as she began to work towards another orgasm so close yet so far… Suddenly her world turns hazy and cloudy.
The first night she and Dawne had sex. She could never forget that.
It had been months since she became friends with Dawne soon after being incarcerated and given the sex change procedure. Dawne was the closest thing to a real friend she had in the prison, and the only one who would comfort her after every forced rape she endured. She was the only thing, it seemed, that kept her sane in the sexually overcharged cellblock.
Violence was rare, and unnecessary since these new forms made all the prisoners sexually excited most of the time. It didn’t take much for a prison rape gang to get together, more from a need to satisfy their “demon” than anything else. Duske was not a team player, didn’t join a gang or anything, so she often was one of those victimized by these gangs (who sought out loners in the “family” and made them their bitches).
She had been so withdrawn when Dawne came to her that night.
She hasn't made love that wasn’t forced rape in a long time.
Dawne told her that Duske was so beautiful to her when she first beheld her lying in the Prison Medico Ward cot, recovering from a rape. Now she was staring at her in her own isolation cell, sleeping. Dawne’s breath caught in her throat as she admired her, feeling her own arousal grip her heart as she wanted to go closer.
Slowly, carefully, she crawls into bed with Duske, careful not to wake her (yet). She's so beautiful in the soft dim glow of the cell’s lighting elements, Dawne said she couldn’t resist shivering as she pulled away the sheets to behold Duske’s nude body. Dawne quickly disrobed herself, eyes fixated and on slumbering dick between Duske’s legs, her own nude body sweating in anticipation of what was to come from what she said of it.
She gently moves forward, lips softly touching Duske’s penis as she kissed it, feeling the cock slowly respond she licked and licked it gently, causing it to rise before her. Shaken awake by this, Dawne gently restrains her, letting her know quietly that she was safe before going back to suckle on Duske’s now erect dick. Duske, dazed laid back feeling wave upon wave of mind energizing pleasure as this woman, the one she was so friendly with, was now giving her something that she hadn’t had in a long long time… consensual sex.
A tear comes to her eye, Duske silently crying abit as she whispers to her new lover “Let me taste you.“ she begged, “Give me your pussy.“
Obliging, she swings about and presents, allowing her love to take her as she takes Duske in turn. Lips to cunt and lips around dick, both stimulating the other slowly and quietly to release.
But this wouldn’t be the end of it, once recovered Dawne would roll herself under Duske and silently present herself, beautiful goddess like body ready to be plunged into by the hard eager dick before her pussy.
As Dawne lifts her spread legs about Duske’s rear, drawing her in, their eyes lock and hold tight. Duske reaches down, one hand holding her dick as the other spreads Dawne’s pedals and allows her to press her penis right up and into her pussy slowly working herself into her…
* * * * * *
Briefly Duske screams, a new orgasm rippling through her… only this time her dick did not lower or weaken post orgasm. It was still stiff and still sensitive as all hell as she jerked herself off towards yet another orgasm so close to the last one, shooting a fresh load of cum all over the bedding.
‘The one bright point of being dead already.’ Duske thought to herself, ‘I can’t die again even from too much pleasure.’
Resigning herself to her fate, Duske sinks back into her own thoughts.
* * * * * *
Duske leaned forward and took ahold of one of Dawne’s breasts, suckling on the nipple as she gingerly plowed her penis right into the willing nurse’s pussy. The hardness of Dawne’s nipples tantalized her tongue as it stroked and rubbed against it again and again, even as her fingers hardened the other nipple bringing a moan of approval from Dawne’s sweet lips. As she groaned, her body fastened about Duske keeping her close, her voice a thin whisper. “That's it -- please goddess don’t stop… don’t ever stop!!”
Slowly Duske pushed herself back away from Dawne, taking control as she vigorously thrust her dick into the willing woman’s sweet spot, dominating her as she knew within her heart she was dominated in turn. Still she didn’t want to end it for Dawne too soon, she wanted to hold out as long as possible to prolong this first time together.
For long seconds it didn’t register, but soon enough she realized just how easy it was to mount Dawne as she did. Dawne wasn’t a virgin, but then again neither was Duske so it didn’t seem to matter to her.
Together, in unison, they bucked and ground into each other, hips humping and breaths rasping, each shuddering from the pleasure given by each one in turn. Each one working hard to emulate the pleasure given to her, returning it back in full measure. Each one’s reward for their hard work as the cries of the other, the sinful pleasure of seeing the other’s sweat glistened nude form writhe and stroke blow for blow in the loving gaze of each woman’s eyes.
Everything felt like it was going to explode for both women, the two of them riding on top of the growing sexbomb ready to explode with it.
Finally everything did explode, and with a long soul wracking groan they came, Dawne’s pussy splattering it’s juices all over Duske’s penis driving her to higher and higher strokes of her hips pumping her release into Dawne’s belly. Her dick was smothered in pussy and cum, the excess fluids of their dual release splashing about as it ran downwards over their inner thighs and Dawne’s butt. After long seconds they collapsed onto each other, their breathes was ragged and wasted. Goddess, Duske thought dimly as she held her new lover tightly, she was perfect. My---
Tears flowed down Duske’s face as she cried out, reality intruding on her fever dream as she came once again.
To Be Concluded
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Next Time...
This weekend it's Part 2 of the 3 part Unbearable Obsessions, then something new during the new week... stay tuned to find out what!
Home Schooled Witchcraft Presents Unbearable Obsession Chapter 1 (3)
Sitting there in class, writing a paper on Dateline NBC‘s “Predator“ series, and why men are obsessed with having sex with underaged males / females, normally that wouldn‘t be considered a turn on… but right now it seemed anything could turn Duske on as she wrote her paper.
“What's this?" her lover Dawne asked, motioning for Duske to look over the Ipod in front of her (playing a DreamPodCast of programming content gleaned from the waking world). “Is there really such a thing as chocolate flavored condoms?“
"I Dunno.” Duske answered honestly, “Though I wouldn’t put it past people to think up of weird things like that, especially for condoms.“
‘Damn class topic.’ Duske thought suddenly, ‘Now it won’t be as much a surprise as it would have been if we weren’t made to watch these reports.’
Everything seemed so perfect that Dawne would never have suspected a thing. The box was too light to be a fresh order of pussy-pills from the Sex Witch Pharmacist that Duske did business with, and she couldn’t think of any reason why Duske would order a memory stick over the DreamMail when she could have just went down to the local TechNOffice store.
Duske thought she was being so smart, buying the chocolate flavored condoms online while surfing for research on a paper for Sex Fetishes 101 class. Dawne never heard of the things before, so they would have been a complete surprise to her… that is until this whole Sex Law Basics class brought up the whole concept of Internet Predators in the Waking World, then the surprise suddenly didn’t seem so surprising anymore.
True, in the Realm of Dreams the DreamNet was patrolled tirelessly by Cyberracs, the virtual version of Judgments (the judges of light and darkness), and that tight patrolling kept any underaged normals safe from the unwanted intrusions of more adult dreamers. Still it would be years until the waking world came into such refined protection, about the 23rd Century to be precise, so investigations like Dateline NBC’s Predator series was still necessary to flush out the bad guys and lock them up.
Still, as the day passed and she returned back to her shared apartment with Dawne, she felt that some mileage could still be gained by the venture. She did order them, after all, so she might as well put them to good use. It would be awhile before Dawne returned from shopping (which she insisted she could do alone) so Duske had the apartment to herself for awhile. Perfect.
Alone as she was she had time to try out one of the special condoms.
With shaky fingers she gingerly opened the box to peer inside, coming face to face with condoms that smelled faintly like commonplace chocolate used for not so well designed chocolate “specialty” gifts. “The waking world stuff must be better than this.“ she mused, flipping one of the condoms between her fingers as she smelled it from time to time. “Smells like common chocolate, probably taste like rubber saturated in a cocoa powder rub…“ she sighs, “I could have rubbed my dick in cocoa powder just to simulate that if that all this is.“
At that Duske collapsed into the two lover’s bed, nude, as she regarded her still and calm penis. She was once a male, but after being wrongly accused of rape she was imprisoned in a Winterian prison, where he was forced changed on a genetic level into a female (with only her penis to remind her of what she was). After that her life was a long swing between the joy she found in the companionship of the prison’s strange “volunteer” nurse Dawne, and the torture of being constantly raped by the prison’s roving “female” rape gangs.
Because of her incarceration she had picked up something more than just a new lover in the form of Dawne, she also picked up an addiction to sex (and pussy-pills which completed her transformation to fully female, if only for a short time).
“Death By Chocolate Never Felt This Good.” she read off the box, a slight bit of irritation in her voice. “Not exactly the most PC pitch I ever heard.“ she remarked as she rolled one condom onto her slowly rising dick, laying fully back onto the bed allowing her rising erection to dominate her thoughts. “Then again it’s a good thing I’m trying this out before Dawne gets home.“ she mused, “I’m beginning to feel hungry for chocolate just wearing this thing.“
Just the thought of wearing it got her hard.
Or maybe it was the tantalizing prospect of what would happen once Dawne got home, and proceeded to relieve her…
At that Duske turned her gaze ceiling wards, staring up listlessly waiting for Dawne to call her or come home. "Good thing Dawne likes to experiment just like I do or this would be a really awkward moment.“ (sighs) "Hope she hurries, before I eat the condom just to find out how much of it is actually “chocolate”.“ However just catching her as she came home would be a treat in itself she mused.
She would have slowly, carefully taken Dawne’s clothes off. Each strand and slip coming off delicately as she watched Duske‘s handiwork, her eyes bulging as Duske carefully seduced her with soft sighs and deliberately naughty proddings. Rubbing her lover’s sweet breasts, kissing her neck gently, holding her tight as she steered her into the bed. Then, when her clothes was off she'd have pushed her onto her knees, her erection waivering before her lover’s glazed eyesight as she moved forward, mouth opening as a bit of drool slipped past her lips in eager anticipation as… as…
Duske’s mind blanks out briefly. Admittedly she had been blown by Dawne a lot, but she never actually used a condom before for oral sex. It wasn’t necessary since this was the Realm of Dreams, and as a former Waking World Normal she was sterile (even if she wasn’t sterilized by the Winterian gender transformation, which she was).
“What would it feel like.“ she wondered. “Being blown while wearing one of these things. I wonder…“
The thought of being blown with the chocolate condom on, the promise of cum and chocolate sliding down her lovers throat, all this seemed to intrigue Duske very much. She just rode with the thought and went to the next logical step.
She felt her hardness slide into Dawne’s mouth, gasping as the warmth of her lips wrapped taunt about her dick. Slowly she began to slide her head back and forth, bobbing in order to take as much of Duske’s dick as she could. Shaking her breasts at her teasingly, she almost wanted to wiggle her rear (but couldn’t as Dawne had full control of her in that dept). Oh goddess, she was getting hornier and hornier by the second as Dawne worked her magic orally.
She had such perfection of control and balance, prolonging the moment as long as possible, clearly Dawne was skilled at this and relished in proving just how skilled she was whenever the opportunity arose. Slowly and surely Dawne got Duske onto the bed flat on her back, allowing her to swing her own needy pussy towards her lover’s lips, eager to suckle on Dawne’s cunt as she worked hard on Duske’s erection without fail.
As one of Duske’s hands busied itself with flicking and teasing Dawne’s erect nipples on her tits, the other gently groped and stroked her tight butt, making sure all along that her mouth was filled with pussy not missing a single drop of her beautiful sex as it dripped like honey from her welcoming hole.
Dawne wiggled beneath Duske’s playful touch, moaning and groaning as she felt herself being manipulated by Duske’s masterful technique. Still, despite being strained by what was happening to her she kept her wits, still managing to keep her level of intensity on Duske’s condom covered penis even as she was being pleasured in turn.
“Enough!“ Duske finally cried out, no longer able to take the patience foreplay, “Slip it off! Swallow it! Then get on all fours and… AGGHH!!”
Dawne‘s hand, balled up about Duske‘s penis, jerked down hard bringing the strong cry from Duske‘s lips. “Not until I make you cum.” she moaned, fixated on the goal ahead of her as she knew what had to be done. Keeping Duske beneath her pinned, she focused entirely on bringing Duske to release.
:ips blowing and hand jerking on her beloved‘s penis she worked to bring her to release. It took a few seconds to gather her wits, but once she was back in thought again she buried her mouth onto Dawne‘s pussy, regaining the wit to eat her out.
Duske couldn’t have been happier. Now that they were busily giving each other oral pleasure she just knew that coming wasn‘t far off. The moment, the condom and it‘s chocolate fragerance slash taste, all of that was working overtime on her senses bringing her closer to cumming.
Slowly the two build to climax, Dawne pulling hard on Duske’s penis, bringing her so very close to final release, even as Duske buired her face deep knowing her reward for her efforts was about to arrive.
The last thing she remembers was her muffled scream of release, head becoming light as her senses waivered in the intensity of her orgasm, which seemed to be triple intensity as her cum was quickly trapped by the condom surrounding it, smothering the tip of her penis with it’s delicious warmth even as more and more spurted out of her. It took all her senses to keep from drowning in Dawne’s release, but as she automatically swallowed the last mouthful she fainted beneath Dawne from the exertion. So exhausted from the effort between them, she could barely feel Dawne gingerly peel the condom off with her teeth, rolling over to chew the edible condom before swallowing the chocolate/cum mixture in one gulp.
“Mmmmm…” Dawne sighed breathlessly, a wicked smile creasing her lips. “Cock sucking good.“
Duske’s hips shoot up into the air, her head twists sideways as she cries out. Blindly working on need alone, her right hand rapidly jerks in quick motions as her dick explodes in a delicious orgasm, the very sensations in her wet dream happening as her cum built up in the condom smothering the tip of her dick in it’s hot warmth even as it feverishly worked to spew more cum into the condom.
“Gasp!" Duske’s breath deeply intakes, her body shaking violently as her hand (nearly numb) proceeds to jerk and jerk the last of the beautiful fluids from her body, her mind drowning in the sensation as she peeled away the condom and popped it into her mouth. Chewing at first, she soon began to use her tongue to swirl the chocolate/cum mixture about her mouth savoring every taste.
Slowly her rear floats back down towards the bedding, her very essence shaking as she feels her energy slipping away as that warm fuzzy feeling overwhelm her from post orgasm bliss.
“Now I just need to taste Dawne like this…” she whispered half gone, “What a treasure that would be.”
She looks down at her own masturbation hand, still holding her now limp dick, which she carefully releases to allow to fall limp in restive mode. Her finger dabs the tip, wiping away a smug of chocolate cum, bringing it up to her own lips to savor every last drop.
“Still good even like this.“ (sweet sigh of relief) “That felt good.“
The weight of the world seemed too heavy. She didn’t want to get up, in fact she didn’t feel like she could get up even if she wanted to. Just that one orgasm alone made her weak as a kitten, strange since she usually had more sexual stamina than that on any given day.
“Gasp-- gasp-- I can't believe I’m so damn tired!” she weakly rasped, “Just coming made me tired… thinking about getting blown by Dawne made me cum so hard… so fucking hard… why?”
Slowly, almost as if she was afraid she would hurt herself, Duske rolls over onto her side pulling the bed quilt in tight as she tried to rest from the exertion.
“I'm just worn out from all that paperwork and classwork we did today. Once I get my second wind I’ll be ready to make dinner.“
Suddenly Duske’s teeth grinds as her dick jerks with a slight invigeration, slowly filling once again with energy again becoming erect.
“Fucked her cunt good today.” Duske dreamily mutters, “Filled her with my dick. Made her cum.” she muttered, half asleep, exhausted
* * * * * *
Lunching outside on the campus’ grounds was a treat.
While the others mainly stuck to the huge dining room, on occasion one of the student pairs would take opportunity of a bright “sunny” day (as much as a sunless sky lit by the endless expanse of “Elsespace” that laid high above the “space” over the Realm of Dreams) and picnic.
The school had all the gear for it, including picnic spreads and even high tech heating/cooling baskets to store one’s food in until the lunch period. All one had to do was borrow the gear and state intentions to picnic for the day in any of a half a dozen or so secluded “picnic areas” of the school grounds. Secluded because students and Sex Mentors were encouraged to “study” their sexual bonding even during lunch hour.
At first the conversation would always be about classes, what they were studying and the topics of the day. Then slowly they would change the topic and talk about the other students, Sex Mentors and teachers, then talk about their own Sex Mentor that was coming. She would arrive in a week and for the past few days since they made the arrangements with Rebecca/Ariel (the school’s teachers and headmistresses) they’ve been pondering what kind of person this “Sierra” was. Eventually, turning even away from that topic, the two would begin kissing and then sex would happen.
As Dawne slowly slipped out of her uniform, Duske’s dick already hard and ready for her, she just knew that this would be especially special. Very very special indeed.
Continued this weekend
“What's this?" her lover Dawne asked, motioning for Duske to look over the Ipod in front of her (playing a DreamPodCast of programming content gleaned from the waking world). “Is there really such a thing as chocolate flavored condoms?“
"I Dunno.” Duske answered honestly, “Though I wouldn’t put it past people to think up of weird things like that, especially for condoms.“
‘Damn class topic.’ Duske thought suddenly, ‘Now it won’t be as much a surprise as it would have been if we weren’t made to watch these reports.’
Everything seemed so perfect that Dawne would never have suspected a thing. The box was too light to be a fresh order of pussy-pills from the Sex Witch Pharmacist that Duske did business with, and she couldn’t think of any reason why Duske would order a memory stick over the DreamMail when she could have just went down to the local TechNOffice store.
Duske thought she was being so smart, buying the chocolate flavored condoms online while surfing for research on a paper for Sex Fetishes 101 class. Dawne never heard of the things before, so they would have been a complete surprise to her… that is until this whole Sex Law Basics class brought up the whole concept of Internet Predators in the Waking World, then the surprise suddenly didn’t seem so surprising anymore.
True, in the Realm of Dreams the DreamNet was patrolled tirelessly by Cyberracs, the virtual version of Judgments (the judges of light and darkness), and that tight patrolling kept any underaged normals safe from the unwanted intrusions of more adult dreamers. Still it would be years until the waking world came into such refined protection, about the 23rd Century to be precise, so investigations like Dateline NBC’s Predator series was still necessary to flush out the bad guys and lock them up.
Still, as the day passed and she returned back to her shared apartment with Dawne, she felt that some mileage could still be gained by the venture. She did order them, after all, so she might as well put them to good use. It would be awhile before Dawne returned from shopping (which she insisted she could do alone) so Duske had the apartment to herself for awhile. Perfect.
Alone as she was she had time to try out one of the special condoms.
With shaky fingers she gingerly opened the box to peer inside, coming face to face with condoms that smelled faintly like commonplace chocolate used for not so well designed chocolate “specialty” gifts. “The waking world stuff must be better than this.“ she mused, flipping one of the condoms between her fingers as she smelled it from time to time. “Smells like common chocolate, probably taste like rubber saturated in a cocoa powder rub…“ she sighs, “I could have rubbed my dick in cocoa powder just to simulate that if that all this is.“
At that Duske collapsed into the two lover’s bed, nude, as she regarded her still and calm penis. She was once a male, but after being wrongly accused of rape she was imprisoned in a Winterian prison, where he was forced changed on a genetic level into a female (with only her penis to remind her of what she was). After that her life was a long swing between the joy she found in the companionship of the prison’s strange “volunteer” nurse Dawne, and the torture of being constantly raped by the prison’s roving “female” rape gangs.
Because of her incarceration she had picked up something more than just a new lover in the form of Dawne, she also picked up an addiction to sex (and pussy-pills which completed her transformation to fully female, if only for a short time).
“Death By Chocolate Never Felt This Good.” she read off the box, a slight bit of irritation in her voice. “Not exactly the most PC pitch I ever heard.“ she remarked as she rolled one condom onto her slowly rising dick, laying fully back onto the bed allowing her rising erection to dominate her thoughts. “Then again it’s a good thing I’m trying this out before Dawne gets home.“ she mused, “I’m beginning to feel hungry for chocolate just wearing this thing.“
Just the thought of wearing it got her hard.
Or maybe it was the tantalizing prospect of what would happen once Dawne got home, and proceeded to relieve her…
At that Duske turned her gaze ceiling wards, staring up listlessly waiting for Dawne to call her or come home. "Good thing Dawne likes to experiment just like I do or this would be a really awkward moment.“ (sighs) "Hope she hurries, before I eat the condom just to find out how much of it is actually “chocolate”.“ However just catching her as she came home would be a treat in itself she mused.
She would have slowly, carefully taken Dawne’s clothes off. Each strand and slip coming off delicately as she watched Duske‘s handiwork, her eyes bulging as Duske carefully seduced her with soft sighs and deliberately naughty proddings. Rubbing her lover’s sweet breasts, kissing her neck gently, holding her tight as she steered her into the bed. Then, when her clothes was off she'd have pushed her onto her knees, her erection waivering before her lover’s glazed eyesight as she moved forward, mouth opening as a bit of drool slipped past her lips in eager anticipation as… as…
Duske’s mind blanks out briefly. Admittedly she had been blown by Dawne a lot, but she never actually used a condom before for oral sex. It wasn’t necessary since this was the Realm of Dreams, and as a former Waking World Normal she was sterile (even if she wasn’t sterilized by the Winterian gender transformation, which she was).
“What would it feel like.“ she wondered. “Being blown while wearing one of these things. I wonder…“
The thought of being blown with the chocolate condom on, the promise of cum and chocolate sliding down her lovers throat, all this seemed to intrigue Duske very much. She just rode with the thought and went to the next logical step.
She felt her hardness slide into Dawne’s mouth, gasping as the warmth of her lips wrapped taunt about her dick. Slowly she began to slide her head back and forth, bobbing in order to take as much of Duske’s dick as she could. Shaking her breasts at her teasingly, she almost wanted to wiggle her rear (but couldn’t as Dawne had full control of her in that dept). Oh goddess, she was getting hornier and hornier by the second as Dawne worked her magic orally.
She had such perfection of control and balance, prolonging the moment as long as possible, clearly Dawne was skilled at this and relished in proving just how skilled she was whenever the opportunity arose. Slowly and surely Dawne got Duske onto the bed flat on her back, allowing her to swing her own needy pussy towards her lover’s lips, eager to suckle on Dawne’s cunt as she worked hard on Duske’s erection without fail.
As one of Duske’s hands busied itself with flicking and teasing Dawne’s erect nipples on her tits, the other gently groped and stroked her tight butt, making sure all along that her mouth was filled with pussy not missing a single drop of her beautiful sex as it dripped like honey from her welcoming hole.
Dawne wiggled beneath Duske’s playful touch, moaning and groaning as she felt herself being manipulated by Duske’s masterful technique. Still, despite being strained by what was happening to her she kept her wits, still managing to keep her level of intensity on Duske’s condom covered penis even as she was being pleasured in turn.
“Enough!“ Duske finally cried out, no longer able to take the patience foreplay, “Slip it off! Swallow it! Then get on all fours and… AGGHH!!”
Dawne‘s hand, balled up about Duske‘s penis, jerked down hard bringing the strong cry from Duske‘s lips. “Not until I make you cum.” she moaned, fixated on the goal ahead of her as she knew what had to be done. Keeping Duske beneath her pinned, she focused entirely on bringing Duske to release.
:ips blowing and hand jerking on her beloved‘s penis she worked to bring her to release. It took a few seconds to gather her wits, but once she was back in thought again she buried her mouth onto Dawne‘s pussy, regaining the wit to eat her out.
Duske couldn’t have been happier. Now that they were busily giving each other oral pleasure she just knew that coming wasn‘t far off. The moment, the condom and it‘s chocolate fragerance slash taste, all of that was working overtime on her senses bringing her closer to cumming.
Slowly the two build to climax, Dawne pulling hard on Duske’s penis, bringing her so very close to final release, even as Duske buired her face deep knowing her reward for her efforts was about to arrive.
The last thing she remembers was her muffled scream of release, head becoming light as her senses waivered in the intensity of her orgasm, which seemed to be triple intensity as her cum was quickly trapped by the condom surrounding it, smothering the tip of her penis with it’s delicious warmth even as more and more spurted out of her. It took all her senses to keep from drowning in Dawne’s release, but as she automatically swallowed the last mouthful she fainted beneath Dawne from the exertion. So exhausted from the effort between them, she could barely feel Dawne gingerly peel the condom off with her teeth, rolling over to chew the edible condom before swallowing the chocolate/cum mixture in one gulp.
“Mmmmm…” Dawne sighed breathlessly, a wicked smile creasing her lips. “Cock sucking good.“
Duske’s hips shoot up into the air, her head twists sideways as she cries out. Blindly working on need alone, her right hand rapidly jerks in quick motions as her dick explodes in a delicious orgasm, the very sensations in her wet dream happening as her cum built up in the condom smothering the tip of her dick in it’s hot warmth even as it feverishly worked to spew more cum into the condom.
“Gasp!" Duske’s breath deeply intakes, her body shaking violently as her hand (nearly numb) proceeds to jerk and jerk the last of the beautiful fluids from her body, her mind drowning in the sensation as she peeled away the condom and popped it into her mouth. Chewing at first, she soon began to use her tongue to swirl the chocolate/cum mixture about her mouth savoring every taste.
Slowly her rear floats back down towards the bedding, her very essence shaking as she feels her energy slipping away as that warm fuzzy feeling overwhelm her from post orgasm bliss.
“Now I just need to taste Dawne like this…” she whispered half gone, “What a treasure that would be.”
She looks down at her own masturbation hand, still holding her now limp dick, which she carefully releases to allow to fall limp in restive mode. Her finger dabs the tip, wiping away a smug of chocolate cum, bringing it up to her own lips to savor every last drop.
“Still good even like this.“ (sweet sigh of relief) “That felt good.“
The weight of the world seemed too heavy. She didn’t want to get up, in fact she didn’t feel like she could get up even if she wanted to. Just that one orgasm alone made her weak as a kitten, strange since she usually had more sexual stamina than that on any given day.
“Gasp-- gasp-- I can't believe I’m so damn tired!” she weakly rasped, “Just coming made me tired… thinking about getting blown by Dawne made me cum so hard… so fucking hard… why?”
Slowly, almost as if she was afraid she would hurt herself, Duske rolls over onto her side pulling the bed quilt in tight as she tried to rest from the exertion.
“I'm just worn out from all that paperwork and classwork we did today. Once I get my second wind I’ll be ready to make dinner.“
Suddenly Duske’s teeth grinds as her dick jerks with a slight invigeration, slowly filling once again with energy again becoming erect.
“Fucked her cunt good today.” Duske dreamily mutters, “Filled her with my dick. Made her cum.” she muttered, half asleep, exhausted
* * * * * *
Lunching outside on the campus’ grounds was a treat.
While the others mainly stuck to the huge dining room, on occasion one of the student pairs would take opportunity of a bright “sunny” day (as much as a sunless sky lit by the endless expanse of “Elsespace” that laid high above the “space” over the Realm of Dreams) and picnic.
The school had all the gear for it, including picnic spreads and even high tech heating/cooling baskets to store one’s food in until the lunch period. All one had to do was borrow the gear and state intentions to picnic for the day in any of a half a dozen or so secluded “picnic areas” of the school grounds. Secluded because students and Sex Mentors were encouraged to “study” their sexual bonding even during lunch hour.
At first the conversation would always be about classes, what they were studying and the topics of the day. Then slowly they would change the topic and talk about the other students, Sex Mentors and teachers, then talk about their own Sex Mentor that was coming. She would arrive in a week and for the past few days since they made the arrangements with Rebecca/Ariel (the school’s teachers and headmistresses) they’ve been pondering what kind of person this “Sierra” was. Eventually, turning even away from that topic, the two would begin kissing and then sex would happen.
As Dawne slowly slipped out of her uniform, Duske’s dick already hard and ready for her, she just knew that this would be especially special. Very very special indeed.
Continued this weekend
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