A Fate Worse Than Death
The aftermath of the final US civil war as seen through the eyes of a Blue state zombie terrorist
Adult Story
Cooking Jonothon’s brain
Little Jonothon gets a nice, slow, loving lobotomy.
Bizarre! part 2
Ruggles wakes up. It’s two in the morning. His horn went down into his head. He opens his eyes and yawns. Lying next to him is the sweetest looking boy he’s ever seen. He’s one year younger, big pink hair, tiny hands and feet, rosey cheeks, big lips but a small mouth, violet eyes, a small nose and short eyebrows. This boy is named Wim. Wim was only about ten years old, one year younger than Ruggles.
“Hi!” Wim said
“Who are you?” Ruggles asked
“I’m the dancer around here. I want to sing, but Sonic says I have too big a lisp. My name is Wim. Sonic told me your name is Ruggles. I like that name. It’s so cute sounding.”
“How did you get in here?” Ruggles asked
“I’m everywhere, man. I mean this place is so fun.” Wim replied with a smile
Sonic opened the door and grabbed Ruggles’ cock. Ruggles looked down at his penis and found it had grown a full inch.
“Wow, Ruggles! You have a big one!” Wim exclaimed
“Not that big. Did you see mine?” Sonic said
“No. What is it like?” Wim asked
Ruggles thought Wim had been around here long enough to know what Sonic does to boys like him. Maybe Wim was a schizo and would act differently at different points. Maybe he had managed to go through this whole time without getting fucked.
The night went on and Sonic felt Ruggles up and down. Wim looked away and had no idea what was happening. Ruggles figured that Wim was truly asexual, like he felt he was at some points.
Ruggles longed for the days he spent with Ajax. The days, before the horrible night he was taken away.
The sun was already up at two thirty in the morning. At this point Wim ran off to eat a bunch of grapes at breakfast, like he always did. Wim constantly ate the large bluish grapes that grew in the garden. He would always drink from the clean, non-toxic spring water. Wim actually loved this place. It was better than his home planet, Neon 8. Neon 8 was constantly being fired on by ice covered lava and was overrun by cannibalistic Timocratic Latina aliens who spent their time killing the people by poisoning the water supply and feeding off of the bodies. In one attack, 1,707 of Wim’s native kind were killed, including his two sisters. His parents abandoned him when he was just born. They left him in a picnic basket on the ledge of Sonic’s place. They thought he would have a better life. No one saw his parents again. Most people assume they were lost on their way back to Neon 8. They basically travelled through equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle. Wim knew nothing about his sisters or his parents. All he knew is that he was meant to dance.
Sonic showed the boys a pair of purple swords. He said these swords were from the great war.
“What war?” Ruggles asked
“There was a war years ago, in which…”
Just then a group of conjoined triplet women came in and kissed Sonic. Sonic said hello to the ladies. The sun shined through the window, directly Wim’s face. They went over to Wim and put their fingers all over him. Ruggles looked on anxiously as they stroked Wim’s boy breasts. Wim came a bit, because one woman’s hand was on his dick. When Wim wasn’t looking, Ruggles swiped some of the cum and licked it. The cum tasted like pineapple. Ruggles jacked it again and fucked one triplet up the ass. That triplet moaned like a cow getting milked. She moaned loudly, while Sonic licked the other triplet’s assholes.
Later, after that sexual encounter, Ruggles inspected the house. He found a bloody knife. Wondering what this was all about, he went into the basement of the house looking for a body. There he found Calpurnia, gagged and bound, with a wound in her chest. Ruggles fit the knife in to see if that was the knife that killed her. It was in fact. Ruggles cried over the dead corpse of his co-worker. She smelled horrible, on account of the fact that people release their bowels when they die.
Wim ran in looking for Ruggles, but Ruggles hid the body so Wim’s virgin eyes could not be harmed. Well at least they seemed to be virgin eyes. Wim was still mysterious to everybody in the house, especially Rugles who had just met him.
“Wim, do you wanna’ show me around the house?” Ruggles asked
“Sure!” Wim replied
The two walked outside and looked through the grass.
“You know there aren’t that many people, Wim” Ruggles said inspecting the lush garden
“But the food is great!” Wim said, eating an apple he had just picked
Ruggles stared at Wim while he ate. Wim compulsively ate the fruits and vegetables he was surrounded by. The clear waters were not poisoned with the toxic from earth.
Suddenly, Sonic burst in in order to find the boys.
“What are you two doing out here?” Sonic asked while holding Ruggles by the hand
“Nothing!” Ruggles said quivering
A tingly feeling rushed through Ruggles. He started to sweat and got very hot, causing his balls to be wet and sag downward. Sonic took Ruggles away and let Wim stay in the garden. He gave Wim a bag of hard candies and sent him along, while he felt Ruggles’ sweaty ball sack. He tugged on his scrotum and then put his hand up Ruggles’ ass. Ruggles clenched around the hand, while it twisted around up his asshole. His ass wasn’t filled with shit, being that Ruggles had wiped well before. Sonic went deeper and deeper until he was touching Ruggles prostate. Sonic massaged Ruggles’ prostate, trying to force Ruggles to become erect. Ruggles dick shot up and pointed ahead. He hadn’t exploded yet, but he got the feeling every guy gets just before their orgasm. Ruggles’ nose had beads of seat dropping from the tip and his knees were weak. He breathed heavily and his stomach grew outward.
Then he came a little bit onto the ground.
“You better get ready for your performance, Ruggles!” Sonic said while pulling his fist from Ruggles’ rectum.
Ruggles quickly remembered his lie about acrobatics and ran off to enlist the help of Wim.
Wim, having finished the candy, had now started eating bread and a banana. Ruggles asked Wim about dancing and acrobatics.
“Well, Ruggles. It’s all about confidence. if you think you’ll fall, you will. If you don’t think you will, you’ll stay up. I mean if you know the basics your fine.”
“What if I don’t know the basics?” Ruggles asked
“I’ll teach you a little bit” Wim replied
Over the course of a few days, Wim taught Ruggles the ropes. Of course he could not go over everything, he went over the most important stuff.
The performance was cancelled when Ruggles claimed to have hurt his foot. Smiley, Dingo. Smed, Onyx, D2, and Zray, Sonic’s friends, were all dissapointed. Sonic, to apologize for the cancelled dance, allowed Ruggles to be used as a table. They layed him out on his stomach and ate food off of his ass and his back. They would put cold drinks and other chilled food on his ass to cause him discomfort. Smed asked
“Jethro, where did this boy come from? He is perfect. I mean look at his penis, and his buttocks, and his face. The cheek bones and nose are uncannily well placed. And his hair smells beautiful. What’s your price?”
“I just got him, Smed. Cool your jets, you can get him once he goes through the rest of puberty. Look, he’s hardly got pubic hair, and he doesn’t have any armpit hair yet. When he grows armpit hair, he’ll go with you.”
“Sounds fair!” Onyx added
“Now wait a minute. Pre pubescence is the best time. His asshole is still small and pink and his skin is clear of blemishes and it is soft. Soon he will grow several inches, but know he is barely five feet.” Dingo added while carresing the back of Ruggles’ thigh
“Well I will not give him up, just yet!” Sonic said stamping his foot
“How about you two share him” D2 said
“What cut him in half?” Smed said
“Maybe” Sonic replied whilst grabbing Ruggles left ass cheek
The arguing stopped and they decided that Ruggles should be available to everyone, but based out of Sonic’s mansion. The men played with Ruggles for about an hour. Onyx poured a glass of tea down Ruggles’ ass. Ruggles shot it out of himself and felt the cold liquid flow from his hole. When he stopped D2 started to cum in his face. A white string hit just above Ruggles’ eye. Sonic made Ruggles kiss his ass. Ruggles puckered up and put his lips on Sonics butt. The men left Ruggles naked in the field all alone.
Ruggles cried when he heard of all the men who would visit him. But his somber mood was cut short when a mysterious man dropped in. He ran out into the field and Ruggles followed him. It was night. Wim was fast asleep already, but Ruggles snuk around looking for the man. The man fired of a gun and vanished.
Wim came running out eating a piece of cheese. He called Ruggles in as quietly as he could.
“What are you doing out here Ruggles you could get killed? Sonic will beat you. And he has like a trillion dogs outside this place. Those dogs are mean. I tried to taste one’s dog food and he bit my hand and my belly. My hand scar cleared up but do you wnat to see the other one.”
Wim took off his shirt and showed Ruggles where the dog bit him. But Ruggles noticed something else on Wim’s body. He noticed a mark on the side of Wim’s body. It was a bizarre sign signifying royalty. Ruggles had seen this sign before at Ajax’s. This led Ruggles to believe that Wim was a prince of Neon 8.
The man ran at him, pointing his gun. He fired 3 rounds and jumped into a back flip. The man was wearing roller skates and an orange suit. Sonic screamed at the man and ran down a the stairs, carrying a bazooka. They both fired, almost killing Ruggles and Wim. Wim jumped on top of Ruggles, but felt something hard in Ruggles’ pants. It was Ruggles hard on. Strange for someone to be able to get it up in a time like this, but Ruggles was a strange kid. The bazooka blasted through trees and grass and pieces of shrapnel flew everywhere. Wim disregarded Ruggles’ erection and grabbed a rock and plugged Sonic’s bazooka. The rock felt back into the bazooka and got stuck in the machine causing it to malfunction. The man had the upper hand are shot Sonic in the elbow. The man then dropped the gun and ran at Sonic. Ruggles grabbed the revolver and hid it in his pants. The man kicked Sonic in the teeth and dragged him off. The man pulled the rock out of the bazooka and fired it. The bomb blew up a chunk ground and revealed magma. The man dipped Sonic’s shoe in and it burned. But, Sonic noticed something– the man had no arms and only one leg. He had prosthestics that had moving and fully functional fingers. So Sonic pulled off one of the arms and threw it away, while he hobbled off with his elbow bleeding.
The man followed the arm, while Ruggles and Wim left. Wim walked side by side with Ruggles as Ruggles prepared to tell Wim the secret which had been kept from him.
When they got to their room, the two women Ruggles had seen before were waiting on his bed. They were all on top of another person. Ruggles shooed them away only to discover himself.
Ruggles panicked seeing that it seemed he had a clone. He ran off with Wim, who was completely confused. They ran down to the field again to talk to the man. The man pointed the gun at Ruggles and said
“This will be a long engagement, if you can’t grow up and act your age, cause nothing gets easier from this point on. Nothing!”
“What the hell do you mean!” Ruggles yelled through his tears.
“Ruggles, calm down…” Wim said, just before he was cut off by Ruggles who said
“Shut up. This doesn’t concern you, Wim.”
“He’s why I’m here Ruggles, not for you, for him!” the Man said
“Wim? You’re here for him!” Ruggles
:”Yes him. I’m here for Wim!” The Man said frustrated
“Wim, go with him!” Ruggles said
“No, I want to stay here!” Wim said
“You don’t have a choice, WIm. Your family wants you back.” The Man said
WIm ran away across the castle. Ruggles looked at him and his hair bouncing up and down. This was just the second day Ruggles and Ruggles had posed a few more questions then questions he had answered. Who was the Man? Why is there a second version of himself? Where are all these women coming from? Is Sonic completely crazy or just a pervert? And most importantly, he wondered, where the fuck he was?
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Interstellar Intergalactic Sex Drive
An amazing discover that changed life forever
A Mining Colony-Prison part 1
The pick rose, striking the impacted earth. Again, it fell to gouge at the
dirt. A guard eyed the muscular body with more than just passing interest. It
was pretty much devoid of scars.. The face had some interesting ones,
however. He chuckled to himself, wishing it was closer to End-Shift. Then he
could make a pass at the male.. The water bucket made it’s rounds as the
time-mark break came. He gulped when the male turned.. The body was grimy
from the dirt, nipples erect in the heat. The cock-bulge was nothing special,
but the canine barely stifled a whine of lust. The strip of cloth was dark
with sweat.. His tongue slid across his upper lip, wanting to taste the twin
globes that were outlined by the tensioned fabric. Hell, he wouldn’t mind
just taking the entire thing into his muzzle and sucking it clean.. “Water..
Drop ’em and Squat.” A snarl reminded the Wolf to continue onward. He
grunted, then dropped all pretense of not staring… The man picked up the
ladle and lifting it to his lips, swallowed the water, taking the last with a
toss of his head. The canine had to be prodded forward by his partner, who
was more jaded. Not so much he could not comment on what He would like to do
to the male..
Another animal shuffled up to the human. “Newcomer?” The man nodded, leaning
against his pick. A paw slid up the wide leg, and caressed the strong
butt-muscles. A snicker came from Churp, who waited his turn at the bucket..
The male looked into his eyes, making the mammal blink, and shudder softly,
as a hand stroked his jaw. The muzzle had a scar running across it, dull
white against the gray fur. The Wolf drank his mouthful, then passed the
bucket on. “I am Delkyn.” A hand was lifted for his inspection. When he did
the same his paw was grasped firmly. “Shadow..” The canine wondered at the
strength behind the arm that so gently pulped his hand and almost ripped his
shoulder from it’s socket. Or was this greeting custom supposed to be rough?
“Done Jackin? Hit it..” Again the guards came by.. To make sure everybody got
to work, of course. Still, it was nice to watch so many male bodies sweat,
and butts writhe.. A couple had half-hardons. From the exertion, they would
say if asked.
* * *
The sun was going down, and torches were brought as the weary prisoners were
escorted out of the derilium mines, the night shift taking over. “Dress..
Don’t want anybody gettin Horny..” A chorus of laughs. They were marched the
few miles back at an easy pace. A good miner was worth a few broken
regulations.. Besides, nobody was going to run into the jungle.. And live
long. They got to the compound, and a whistle blew. “Break.. Care to eat with
me? This isn’t an invite to my bunk, mind..” The man smiled softly, and
nodded. Food was tossed onto a grimy plate and shoved into numb hands. The
guard grinned to himself, watching the male sit with the wolf. ‘Good.. Got a
Teach. Might last a time then..’ He slid the baton through his paws. ‘That
one would be fun to pop a load in.. Be a bit of a match to see who got on
top.. Unless he ate dirt.. Nah. Too strong.. Perhaps a Dipper. Hmm.. Be the
right type. Yeah.. Bet he charges fer it. And with the muscle to back him
up..’ He nodded to a Squeaker and jerked his head. The creature finished
eating with a quick motion and dropped the plate in it’s holder. Got a drink
of water, then made his way over to the dark corner.
“Yeah?” Formalities went the first day, and got looser with each week. “See
the new one? Find out about him.. He looks about Breaker’s weight.. And I
don’t want nobody bein dumped down a well like last time. Maxie don’t like
cracking heads. He prefer’s asses..” The baton slid through the slick claws
again. He kissed the metal club.. “It’s gonna cost ya.” The guard grunted..
“This one’s unknown. Might be Prime Cherry.. Not even a finger up there..
There’s those that would Kill fer a piece of that.. But I’ll bet a good
feel-up that mouth knows it’s way around a groin. Then there’s those who
would Love to sacrifice him to Aakjib.. ‘Specially if he’s big. A few drops
of WildWater and he be beggin fer it.. Course, they don’t leave much..” A
male minced by, dropping to his knees before the guard. “Please, Sir.. Use
me!” Snuer shoved ‘Maxie’ into the thin face. Wain paws slid over it as the
creature diligently sucked on the metal wand. “You eat?” Claws skittered as
the baton was withdrawn. “Please..” He whispered. The guard growled.. “You
don’t eat, You get thin.. Get too thin, Nobody gives this!” He jerked his
crotch at what was once a rat. Eyes went wide in horror..
“You’re almost too thin now! Now go and Eat!!” The creature stumbled off,
sobbing. But he went to the chow-line and ate every last bit of food on his
plate. “Nah.. Nothin deserves That.. Not even a Squeaker! You tell the Line..
I want no trouble. He starts somethin, He ends it..” He grinned and shifted
his loin-cloth so a paw could slide in and grip his doggy-cock. The bruin did
just that.. And shoved his muzzle in to give it a lick. “That’s enough..
Don’t want to drop my load too soon…” He tousled the fur. “You’ll get it
later.. I’m on LockDown. And I want that muzzle free. Do a good job and I’ll
give you a chit.. And maybe a good humping as well. If yer bunk-love don’t
get jealous.” The bear laughed. “Let him get his own chits.. He can have me
anytime. You..” The muzzle slid down a sweaty fur-covered thigh. “.. I only
get on special times. It’s good to have variety..” The guard caressed a round
ear, and felt where teeth had taken a chunk out of one. “Damn Mud-Eaters..” A
chuckle.. “He was a Big ‘un.. Could hardly put my mouth on it! He stretched
me real good. WildWater high, and locked in a room.. Shit. Probably humped
the wall down..” Snuer grinned himself as lips tugged at his cock-tip.
“That’s enough.. Next you’ll be wantin ta shack with me.. And I ain’t about
ta knock Boweser in the head just because I stole his dick-squeeze.” The bear
wheezed laughter again, and made his way to the lock-line going inside the
building. A lanky frame stood behind him. “What did Maxie’s Toy want?” A grin
from the bruin. “My ass, what else?” A paw, wide as a shovel head latched
onto a furred cheek. “Can’t have it..” Sugnoh sighed. “He gets a mouthin at
lock.. And if he’s up, a humping. I gets a chit fer it. Now..” He turned and
bent down to nip at a hard nipple. “That leaves me open both before and
after.. And you know how I likes yer after I lick on Guard dick, Bowe..” A
grin as the orang felt up his bunk-love. The new one was given a cell number
and a paw latched onto his hand. Green eyes gave him the once-over.. A
leaf-shaped tail thrust out of green pants, which was ruffled by a couple of
others as they passed by. “I’m Spedal. Inner, and yer Bunker fer a time..”
The way was crowded and many a body-part was pressed against the male as he
followed his guide. If it wasn’t for that paw, he would have been lost.
Finally, both the mammals vanished into a cubicle. As cells go it was pretty
roomy.
A closet held clean sheets and towels. A shower was built in one side and a
toilet in the other. The animal watched his new cell-mate take out a towel..
“No! Not while the doors are open.. You want to start a riot?” The male
grinned. “Can I wash my arms and face?” A nod as he went over to the sink.
Rinsed the dust off, dried. “Upper or Lower?” The male grinned. “Whichever
you prefer..” ‘Definitely a Dipper..’ The rabbit thought, fluffing his
pillow. “I’ll take upper, then.” Small talk cut down the noise as they
inventoried the closet. “What yer in fer?” The man unrolled his blanket, and
made up the bed like he had done it a thousand times before. “Hey Longen..
Got an extra?” A folded square of warm material was tossed to the mole. “Owe
ya..” He smacked his wide palm on his hip. Spedal made kissing sounds. “Good
deed..” Hmm? Oh. “What kind..” “Killed a Power.” A whistle.. “How high?” The
man grinned.. “High enough.. He was in the process of murdering a servant
with a whip. A cloak girl who probably told him no. She was a mass of blood.
I asked him to stop. He laughed.. Told me if I didn’t butt out he would his
sonic whip on me. So.. I broke his neck. For that, I got this.”
His eyes went white, as the animal listened to the tale. Too wild not to be
true.. He wasn’t marked, so no slave. And talked too well to be Poor..
Spacer? Worse trouble. But this one was too friendly for Spacer. They were a
stuck-up bunch, Spacers were.. A smile. “I can hear the wheels grinding.. If
smoke comes out your ears, should I stick my tongue down them or just pour in
water?” The rabbit chuckled. “Alright, Mystery, What are ye?” The man sighed.
“Know Galactic?” Longen nodded.. There was a hush from the corridor as
something came on the wind. “I am an Outbound Scout. I haven’t seen my home
planet in over 200 years.” Spedal wished he could have bitten his tongue.
Some information was more dangerous than it was worth.. This one was taught
to survive. Alone. No matter where he was or what he found. And his only
contact was once a year at a radio site.. If he made that. “Bastards..” A
grin. “I volunteered. I hated what I saw and wanted to leave. Besides, I have
just about tripled my life-span..” A siren sounded and the corridors cleared.
“First warning..” A quarter of a mark later another sounded. “LockDown..
Anyone out there better have a reason, or be tossed to the Guards as fodder.
They will only abuse ya.. The Jungle will Kill Ya. And not so nicely,
either.”
The doors slammed shut. Longen shucked his clothes off and put them in a
chute. “Too small and who wants to drown in a washer?” The man dropped his
shorts, and split his shirt down the seams.. “I told them it was too small.”
He watched his new friend walk over to the inset ring in the floor. “They
don’t call you ‘Longen’ for your ears, do they..” The rabbit reached for the
knobs and grinned. “Nope..” He gave his new bunk-love the soap. “Here.. You
need this more than I do.” “Well.. I need somebody to scrub my back and if
you are willing, I can trade a hand at combing.. or do you comb your fur?”
The animal grinned. “Every friggin sun-crack..” He ran his paws over the
muscular back, giggling to himself. There were many a male who would pay good
for the privilege of doing this.. And lift their tails as well. ‘Wouldn’t
mind being under him, myself..’ He did his job well, feeling the muscles move
under his claws.. “May I go farther?” “Sure.. Go as far as you like.. But I
warn you…” Here it comes.. “If you start kissing my toes or telling me how
pretty my ankles are..” This time he did laugh out loud. “No such luck..
However I do like your ass.” A shrug.
“I can’t see it so I usually ignore it.. Unless it becomes a pain.” Witty
too.. Damn! Perhaps he could pull a few hairs and keep the male.. Nah. His
was ta get ’em up ta speed, then toss ’em out fer Sop. This one was gonna be
a mouthful.. He’d bet matings on it. But time for goodbye’s later.. Right
now he intended to maul that wonderful butt.. And did so. With vigor.. “The
soap..” What? “I am sure by now you have removed all the dirt and a few
layers of skin.. However I still have a front and entire Masdgh to get
clean.” The being in question growled.. Soaped himself up with rapidity, and
stood in front of the male, hogging the water. Fingers dug into his back,
pulling kinks and snarls out with gentleness. “Mmmm.. I think I shall stay
here all night.” A mouth nibbled on an ear-tip, making it’s owner grunt.
“Well, I intend to get this soap off and sleep. Swinging a pick is hard
work..” A strong chest rubbed itself against his back as the male rinsed off.
“Don’t you dare Touch That Towel! That’s my – Shit.” A blast of air told him
the male found the dispenser. “It detaches.. This could get fun.. Especially
if you had a Romua Slider…” Longen groaned and shook his head. Both at the
male and to get the water out of his ears.
The guard who watched from the corridor thought it might be fun too.. As a
new-one he was Paws-Off.. But that status only lasted for a month. Or until
the new one showed promise.. And he was showing Much Promise. Lots were being
drawn to see who would take him on for humping rights. Favors changed hands
daily as the odds got better that he would ‘graduate’ early. ‘I’ll bet my
dick he’s a Dipper..’ And a Bucket. Look at that throat.. Those muscles.. His
cock was small.. But it probably grew when played with. Most did.. And some
hide in a sheath. His own ached for release.. The panther silently continued
on his rounds, stopping to watch a mating or a mouthing. Down the line he saw
a paw sticking out of the bars. Perhaps the owner fell out of bed.. Perhaps
not. He called in a med-report on the cell. No, neither of the males had a
medical problem.. The guard softly crept closer to the paw. A snore came from
the cell.. “Please..” The creature held out it’s paws beggingly. “What is
it.. Damn!” The creature lifted himself up, the fell back heavily. “My back
is broken.. Give me dick.” The panther shook his head. Breaker broke another
one.. And there was nothing they could do about it.. He was the Captain’s
hole.. Or was there…
He also understood Galactic. A DeepSpacer, Eh? That meant he could play mean
with the best of ’em.. “Please.. Dick! I want Dick!” The pupils were dilated.
The nostrils quivered, tongue sliding in and out like a crazed pink snake..
WildWater. “Please.. I beg. Ahhh..” Black furred hips came closer so the
being could stroke them. Nuzzle them.. A tongue darted under his loin-cloth
and harvested sweat from the dark globes. Then the claws yanked it aside so a
ribbon of muscle could slide deep into the sheath and draw out what lived
inside. The penis jackknifed out.. To be swallowed to where it meet the dark
groin. The cat gritted his teeth to keep from groaning. This one was Hungry!
It had only been a time-mark since LockDown.. And the creature nursed like
one who had been tossed into solitary for a month! He reached forward and
stroked the head, being careful not to stick his paw in the cell. It might
Still be an act. His head swam with need.. Then release. Balls contracting
as they were pawed at by the bat. Muzzle glued to the black crotch, throat
muscles milking the throbbing penis for every spurt they could get. Breathing
was unimportant. Movement, except for sucking and swallowing was
unnecessary..
Pleasure was all, the drug in the mammals blood mixed with the semen,
creating a mind-blasting wave. The panther let him have the dregs of his
lust.. Then called in a Medic. “Don’t blame ya..” He stroked the thin ears.
Had to pry the jaws apart to get his penis free. And even then the
ribbon-like tongue was as stubborn as a leech. “You get all the dick you
want.. You go to Menders.” The eyes lit up.. The medics arrived along with a
Security Guard. The Captain’s ButtLicker asked nothing, said nothing. Just
unlocked the cell. Waited until the creature was put on a Medivac. And
shrugged.. Then re-closed the cell. Not even Security could help that bastard
if he was free in LockDown. Just in case, he tested the door. No such luck..
But sometimes luck came from outside..
* * *
Snuer heard, doing duty a few tiers lower, and growled to himself.. The
canine was standing in front of a bear who was rolling his cock around in a
paw. His bunk-mate wasn’t jealous.. Not at all. For Boweser was on the other
side of the bruin, humping his brains out, and getting off watching his
dick-squeeze mouth another male. Sugnoh stuck his snout between the wide bars
and lapped at the hairless balls. “Mmmm. What you dig up?” The animal grunted
as the orang hosed his ass down with spunk, then went off to the shower. The
bear searched the tan thighs.. “Got ears down here?” He lapped on the cock
jutting out of it’s sheath. “Or is this a Pickup.. Oops! Gotta run.. Keep it
warm, will ya?” The canine growled, stroking his meat. He watched the animal
go to the pot then stop for a minute at the dryer. A groan from the orange
mammal who stood before it and a gulping sound only inflamed Snuer more.
Sugnoh returned to sit and slide paws around the bony haunches. “He sleep
now.. Leave us be.” Boweser did just that. Snores That loud couldn’t be
faked.. The animal nuzzled the seeping cock-tip, nibbling on it. The guard
growled, burying his dick full into the warm mouth, filling it full of semen.
Furry cheeks hollowed as suction was applied to the pulsating piece of
male-meat. ‘Damn, But he’s good!’ A groan escaped from the compressed lips.
Claws rolled the contracting testicles, making sure they were drained well.
Perhaps too well.. The canine fell against the bars, knees bending as his
toes were sucked out through the piss-hole and into the hungry maw. Saliva
dripped on the round ears.. Still the mouth held him, hoping to coax life
back into the flaccid thing. Nope.. With one last lick, the bruin let it
slide out of his muzzle.. So he could attack the shrunken nuts! The guard
hopped from one foot to the other as teeth and tongue went to work on his
balls. He finally got the animal away from his crotch long enough to give him
a kiss. “What you found..” A tongue slid into his mouth. “Hump me first..”
Snuer grinned. What a horny dick-squeezer.. “Unless you want Maxie, I gotta
wait till next trip. Now.. What you know?” The bear growled. “Nothin.. he’s a
friggin blank wall. No papers. No Tests.. No friggen Nothin. He was dropped
here with the Mail.. Hell, he coulda come in a box, for all we know. Sure you
can’t Do me once before I sleep?” The canine shook his head.
Then gave the animal another kiss. “You suck too well.. See ya in the Day.”
Sugnoh sighed.. Then crawled into the lower bunk. “He gone? Good.. Stick that
ass out. I ain’t through with it..” A sigh and a grunt as Bowe slid off the
bunk and slammed his hips into the furred rump, impaling the bear. He
buggered the animal well, holding onto the upper tier and gyrating in the
tight hole. The animal growled, cumming hard. And all the while, the bear
was pretending the male panting over him was another.. But instead of tan
thighs, it was smooth ones. This time the new one was humping his ass
wantonly. He remembered to growl convincingly, and twist as though he really
was enjoying himself. Well.. He Was. But, Bowe’s dick was on the thin side.
Long but thin.. he preferred Thick ones. Ones that made you bite your lip and
groan as the fat head split you open. Or made you gag slightly as it rubbed
against your tonsils. And lasted more than a few thrusts.. The orang finished
with his bunk-love and hoisted himself up to continue snoring a few minutes
later. The bear followed, dreaming of clear streams and horse-cocks..
* * *
The Mystery was sitting on his bed, watching a certain mammal dry himself of
well. Then toss a comb at the human. “A promise is a promise..” He brought
over a stool and sat in front of the male. His entire back was thoroughly
gone over. He grunted as fingers dug into his butt, following the comb’s
teeth. “Stand up, if you want you legs done..” He didn’t have to say it
twice. “You can do my front too, if you like.” Hands worked his thigh fur,
moving across and down. He moaned when certain places that were specially
sensitive were played with.. Finally the comb was placed in his paw. “Think
you can do your chest and face?” A yawn came from the bunk.. “Sleepy?” A
negative didn’t make it out whole.. He turned and gave the man a kiss.
Fingers curled around his cock like they had done so a million times. The
rabbit grunted. ‘Bastard..’ “What time do we get up? And do you sleep on your
side..” What strange questions. “A time-mark before you leave for the mines
an alarm sounds. Then we have a half-mark before the doors open.. Why?” The
hand caressed his erection. “I won’t be so tired in the morning..” Oh Ho!
Longen kissed the male again and climbed into his bed. ‘On my side.. Well.’
Morning brought teeth. Nipping at his mid-section..
“Up lazy butt. First shift has gone and second wants the beds.” He jerked
awake to see a familiar muzzle continue grazing on his nipples. Then lift to
grin at him. “He must be Somethin to make you sleep half the day away.. Is he
up or down?” A grunt. “Don’t know.. He was tired, so I let him sleep.. Said
he was going to wake me. Well.. Suggested it.” A grin from the square muzzle.
The bullish male snorted. “What? Spedal didn’t pop a New One at first crack?
Gettin Old..” The rabbit growled and smacked his friend. “Not so old I can’t
toss You into the Lower Bunk, Dribble..” A chuckle. “Ain’t got time.. Now dip
yer nose in some cold water and beg Cook for porridge. Then meet me back here
for Laundry duty.” The animal groaned, his nuts aching for release.. But did
as he was told. A uniform was tossed at him, and one of the helpers dropped a
bowl of warm mush in his lap. “How was it..” He growled, finishing off the
food. “What? Didn’t hear that..” The rabbit glowered at the bat. “Bastard
said he was tired and dropped off, leaving me hard and horny.. Then runs off
without so much as a kiss! Wait until Tonight.. You’ll be able to hear him
Yell clear down here.” The mammal squeaked laughter and took the clean bowl.
Longen returned to the cell block and ripped sheets with a vengeance. Second
shift sank gratefully down on soft, clean beds and snores could be heard
throughout the compound. But whispers and theories still abounded..
* * *
Word got around The Captain’s Hole broke another one. Word also got around
that a Mystery had landed in their midst. Some said perhaps an Eye.. But Eyes
asked questions. Poked their noses in the works. Mystery didn’t do any of
these things. Except for small talk, he stayed clammed up. Mystery also
stopped a runaway ore train. Someone upside yelled the magic words – “Grab
Ass and Run!” A murmur rose.. “Train lost it’s brakes again..” Before anybody
could say otherwise, Shadow jumped on the track. Nobody was going to jump on
it and pull him off either.. They did watch, however. The male slammed his
pick into the rail with such force the handle cracked.. Did it again and the
wood broke. Then shoved boots against the spot and arching against the wall,
bent it further. Some of the miners murmured about how much they would like
to jump on the male and ride him.. Then the cart-train came down the track
and they forgot about everything but getting out of the way. “Jump!” Insane
yelled to the brakeman. The squirrel didn’t have to be told twice.. He
leaped, tumbling. And missed the show.. The crazy male stood to one side and
when the lead cart hurled by, jumped on it like he wanted to mate with it!
The impetus, along with the bent rail, was enough to derail the first cart.
It jerked, bent, and plowed into the wall..
This fouled the rest of the train up and ore went everywhere. But it Did stop
the carts.. “What a Mess!” When the dust had settled a bit, the miners ran to
see what they could salvage of the insane one. But Instead of finding a sack
of broken bones, or even a greasy splotch, they saw him walking up the
tunnel, dusting himself off! Following was a handful of others, grinning and
whispering about the cannonball who had been tossed in their midst. “Nah, We
caught him on the second bounce.. Gave us a good fondling, he did..” A guard
came down and surveyed the mess. “Nasty.” The squirrel who was the working
the brake, shook his head. “Crazy creature.. Mad as a Blowen, And as hard on
the equipment!” And so the male was named. “Anybody got a spare pick? Mine
got broken..” The guard shook his head. “No, But you can grab a shovel..
Nobody Leaves until this mess is Cleaned up!” A groan. “But Dinner will be
waiting, That much I guarantee!” A ragged cheer. And both crews got busy
digging the debris out of the way, so the ore could be salvaged. A mountain
of feline maleness came over to help the man work a chunk of rock free.
“Thanks..” A grin. “Been watchin ya male. Like what I saw. Name’s Rocker. I
like tossing rocks around.” He growled, pulling another big piece of wall
away. “You are Blowen.. A Blowen is an Explosion. When we hit a gas-pocket,
usually. Cleans a tunnel out faster than the shift-end whistle..” A
ferret-looking being brought water. Watched as the man swallowed the
dipperful. “Show-off..” The cat growled as the mammal gasped.. “You didn’t
swallow..” A grin made his cheeks turn red. “There isn’t enough in that
dipper or in your nuts to make me swallow..” Rocker shook his head in
disgust. “Keep staring at my crotch like at and I might get to liking it..”
The ferret slapped his butt. “Good!” Then made his way down the tunnel. “Get
back to it..” A guard growled, wanting to slap his paw to a few well-rounded
butts as well.. Somebody ordered a new set of cars to take the loose-stuff
upstairs. They also found a couple mangled, but serviceable.
These were horsed back onto the tracks, then filled. “Damn, We’ll be here
until Next year.. These shovels are too small.” Rocker growled agreement. The
man grinned at him. “Want to try something?” The leonine looked at the man.
“Here?” Another grin. “Help me tip this cart over..” They shoved a cart over
so the lip was on the floor. Blowen worked a section of metal that was once
the front of an ore cart free and started using it like a huge plow-blade.
“You ain’t stealin chits from me That easily..” The cat grinned to himself
and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the human, made short work of the
clean-up. Then came the harder task of pulling the twisted metal and wreckage
off the tracks. “Rocker, a Favor..” The cat growled, working on a stubborn
ore-cart. “Need a drink..” Rocker shook sweat from his eyes. “Don’t give me
that.. You are just gettin hot watchin my butt wiggle, And want time to cool
off…” They both laughed. The big feline moved off to find the Bucket
Holder. When he was out- of-sight, the male hunkered down, and with seeming
ease, moved the twisted metal away from the wall, and let it fall over with a
crash.. Did the same to another piece of wreckage. Those few beings watching
this figured he was probably using a spar for leverage, and thought little of
it.
Only one being watched keenly.. And knew what he saw. Hy-Oin, GuardMajor
shuddered. Watched the impossible happen again as a half-ton of bent-up ore-
cart was lifted up, and tipped over again. He made his way over to the circle
of guards who stiffened at seeing him. “Blowen is Off-limits as of Now..” One
of the burlier monsters growled and smacked his 3-foot baton into his hand.
“A Snoop? We can take care of him..” Hy-Oin looked the creature over. “And
you could wind up taking a walk over a railing too.. Nobody Touches him.
Watch him well.. But no one moves. If there is trouble, you wait until it
dies Natural.. Understand?” They grumbled, but weren’t about to get demoted.
But they had to wonder why a seemingly harmless male could make the
GuardMajor’s antenna knot..
Later that night when all the workers had filed out and were milling around,
putting their shirts on and waiting for the chain, Rocker came over and
grabbed the man’s hand. “Good work, down there..” Shadow smiled, and clasped
the feline paw firmly. Who growled and playfully pushed.. When nothing
happened, he gave another, harder shove. Still nothing.. “Rocker lays under
Nobody!” He hissed, no longer playing.. The male put his other hand on the
back of Rocker’s head, Pressed his boot into the cat’s crotch, “Hey!” And
tossed the startled animal over his shoulder. Rocker came to rest hard-up
against the man’s back, hands still clasped. “I don’t want you under me,
Rocker.. I want you beside me..” He turned and gave the cat a kiss. The
feline growled but returned the lip-press. “You two done Dancin?” A guard
huffed. Rocker stuck his tongue at the badger. “Jealous..” Then laughed and
got in chain. But he remembered the feeling of the human’s skin against his..
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GINGER
Richard McDowell considered himself fairly normal. He was a 20-year old man, living on a farm. He had a younger brother and sister at 19 and 18 respectively; and a mother in her early 40s (she had had divorce Richard’s father when he was only 15). His father had owned a number of mares which he raised and sold to be breeding horses, and his mother continued the practice.
Richard knew many of the mares by heart: Penny, Bertha, Rose, etc. He had taken care of many of the more “distinctive” ones: Penny, who was extremely shy; Rose, too wild around outsiders; Bertha, who had to be “under-fed” or else she would gain weight at an alarming rate, and so forth. He loved them, and they returned his affection in equal measure. He didn’t mind cleaning up after them, in spite of how much poop and pee the mares created. And they left a lot of it: very large and extremely potent yellowish-brown logs of dung as well as ripe pools of urine. The urine would just linger on the ground, taking forever to slowly disappear into the ground. It was like a perverse parody of water: lightish yellow liquid that gave off a very strong smell indeed. Their logs looked like oversized Tootsie Rolls somewhat, yellowish-dark brown and very hot and moist.
Everywhere he saw their waste amongst the hay, large masses of yellowish-brown and black waste, and the air was ripe with the aroma of their poop, astonishing in their olfactory power. The smell seemed to hang in the stable like a thick haze. Every day, he saw the mares lift their tails exposing their anuses, fart loudly and strain noisily. They would do this constantly, especially after being fed. Then the dumping would begin in earnest. Richard watched as their assholes creaked and crackled loudly releasing a faint odor somewhat earthy into the air and puckered outwards, the mares’ massive anal muscles parting as their turds pressed against their butts. He could see their assholes inflate slightly outwards visibly, their anuses opening releasing the inner smell from their bowels, the mighty muscles moving aside slickly to expose briefly a deep black hole before a large yellowish-brown mass began to move outwards from it. The enormous steamy logs sliding slowly outwards till they landed with a plop or two on the ground. As soon as the shit was exposed to the air, it gave off an astonishingly strong smell that Richard couldn’t help but notice: rich and ripe and earthy. The aroma was like that of fall leaves mixed with a faint trace of spice. It was the smell of these mares most private areas, their most animal scent And it was very potent. The smell seemed to ensnare his nostrils and possess his lungs every time. But he had never seen in them in a sexual light, even when they were in heat. Occasionally stallions would be brought in to breed the mares and he would watch their lovemaking ensue. Only recently, when he was 19 had Richard payed any real attention to the spectacles of the horses copulating. The stallions would wildly bang the mares from behind before blowing their loads inside them. Richard had to admit that recently watching the horses in this activity made him feel funny, though he shook it off. Sure the mares farted, defecated, and urinated a lot and he enjoyed the smells as they were pleasant in their own way once he had gotten used to them, but they were still mares. Then everything changed.
It happened when his mother acquired a new mare. Her name was Ginger, and she was different from all the mares he had ever met. He didn’t know why or how, but there was something about her that made him feel…different. Ginger was an adult mare, with beautiful deep brown skin and reddish-brown trim. Somewhat obese but still powerful, her form was sleek and angelic. Her fat made her more attractive not less. The female horse was a strange mix of fitness and flab, but the combination worked: the fat complimented her body, rounding and softening it. Ginger wore her weight extremely well, as she had considerable muscle hidden underneath her flab, and did not lose or gain any noticeable pounds. Most of the fat went to her thighs, belly, and rump. Her belly was quite rotund and swollen and sagging with fat, its sensuality almost daring to be touched. Her ass appeared inflated, due to all the lard within it. Her thighs were equally plump. Ginger was also extremely flatulent, lifting her tail constantly to pass gas as well as to piss and shit. Her long potent farts heated the air around her hindquarters. She left behind one dung pile after another, streams of stinky liquid constantly flowing from her pussy onto the hay.
From the start Ginger was aggressive and defiant. She refused to be tamed. In spite of everything Richard did, she would not listen. When she was unhappy, she would fart into his face or suddenly defecate onto a spot he had just cleaned. Ginger in fact wanted him to do things for her, he, her owner no less. The mare he owned was de factor ordering him around, and she was unusually strong by his standards. She simply could not be held down. As a result, he found himself having to compromise with Ginger quite often. She would usually listen, provided he gave her plenty of food and care such as being bathed constantly. The plump mare also wanted a lot of attention and company, so he spent more time than he usually did with his mares. She pooped and peed a lot, so he had to work that much harder to clean everything up.
Ginger was unusual in that regard, the sheer amount of dung and urine she produced. She was quite gluttonous, devouring enormous helpings of horse feed. She would eat and eat and eat, her teeth grinding up the food while her throat swallowed it down. In some ways she was more like a pig than a horse. Then she’d strut around awkwardly with a belly most bloated outwards indeed. After a full meal her belly would be massively bloated with food which Ginger carried around like a ton of bricks. Her belly was truly impressive once she was done, she actually had to lie on her side when she was on a full stomach. Every step sent that big belly jiggling about. Afterwards she was farting on a regular basis as her digestive system often churned out tons of mare butt gas. Ginger seemed to fart all the time. Mare farts are much stronger than those of a human female, as Richard himself knew quite well. He had inadvertently inhaled both species’ farts before and he knew that mare gas was extremely potent making him gag throughout almost all of his life. He’d only overcome the smell recently. The plump Ginger pooped out logs as if her ass was a shit assembly plant, leaving pile after pile for him to clean up.
A large amount of that time was at night, with her and him alone in the candlelight of the stables. He didn’t really mind, he would relax on the hay usually reading literature. Ginger would always be fairly close to him, her plump body often only a few feet away. The air was full of the smells and sounds of Ginger’s stinky (but not at all unpleasant) farts, poop, and pee. Sometimes he would do this in nothing but his underwear, since he knew he was all alone anyway. “And why shouldn’t I?” he thought. In the privacy of the barn, he often found time to masturbate to fairly traditional pornography (he had stumbled onto one of his father’s old stashes about a year ago). The temperature had gone up during the time Ginger had arrived; he was constantly feeling either hot or cold. Though he brushed it off, he couldn’t help but notice the air seemed much more heated around Ginger. “Aroused by a mare? Absurd!” Richard scoffed in his mind. But somewhere in the back of his mind he feared it was true.
As days past, Ginger became more manageable. She seemed calmer and more affectionate, though he concluded his methods were finally achieving results. Even cleaning up her dung and urine was easier. What Richard failed to seriously notice was how often she was sweating and panting around him, and that she farted constantly around him. “She just needs a stallion, she’s in heat. Perfectly normal.” Richard said looking at her moving about anxiously in her stall. Soon, however, Ginger became more demanding…always wanting his attention. His care. Sometimes she even woke him up at night with her whinny neighs, and he would have to go see her in haste wearing only his underwear. He always figured it would be a waste of time to put on the rest of his clothes, since the night visits never lasted very long.
On this night, he was more annoyed than usual: “What the hell do you want Ginger? I’ve been seeing to your every need.” Richard was frustrated, opening the door to the fat mare’s stall. “I’m going back to sleep. I’ve given you everything you desire already.” The tired Richard literally collapsed not far from where Ginger was, he was simply too exhausted to care where he slept. For a while, Ginger did nothing. She paused, and then farted explosively flooding the air with her butt gas. Then she very tentatively went over to the sleeping male human, lying face down. She admired the strange animal that had taken care of her for a few weeks now. Ginger had seen other members of this strange breed of creature: walking exclusively on their hind legs, largely hairless, tailless, very different. Yet they took care of her and others like her, although they oddly refused her advances to mate. She had tried on a number of occasions to get one of them to mount her, but to no avail.
Ginger had concluded that they must be related somehow, very distant kin playing hard-to-get. And she had feelings for many of these odd life-forms, even sexual ones. In this case, the urges were quite strong. Ginger needed to be bred by this unusual male, she desired release, she needed a mate, and she sought offspring to continue the species. The mare had chosen Richard to be her lover and mate. She was going to have this strange beast, to feel him deep inside her body and his seed flooding her womb.
The brown female horse bent over, her belly fat jiggling, and pressed her nose directly against where Richard’s balls were. Ginger was surprised by their size and texture and wanted to inspect him further, but the underwear was in the way. Ginger despised these strange coverings, so unnecessary. Her snout wandered upwards, and she pushed her nose into the human’s ass. She took several deep whiffs, inhaling the smell of the beast’s crack…so different from a stallion’s scent. The pale animal did not wake up, much to the mare’s annoyance. The mare turned him over with her head and neck, causing the creature to fall over, and now Ginger got a good look at the attractive creature before her. He was thin but still strong, in reasonably good health, he was an excellent choice for a mate. The obese horse licked Richard’s face and neck causing him to groan softly. As she bathed his neck in warm saliva with her hot wet tongue, he mumbled almost unintelligibly in his sleep, “Damn it kiss me don’t lick me woman…”.
She continued to taste the odd animal’s salt and sweat, which both baffled and excited her due to its strangeness. Ginger just slurped it all up, her rough tongue flushing the hairless male’s skin. Richard did not taste or smell anything like a stallion, yet he turned her on all the same. She had never been so aroused before, her cunt juices were flowing freely onto the hay. Ginger knew she was deeply in heat. Finally Ginger turned and looked down at the male’s penis, which was fully erect albeit hidden by the bizarre covering the creatures seemed obsessed with. She tugged at it, her teeth clamped down on it, very slowly pulling it off until it was down to Richard’s knees. Now there was nothing to prevent her from seeing if he truly was interested in her, she had sensed his constant arousal but it was always subtle. It didn’t really matter though, Ginger was sure she could get him.
The plump mare looked at her mate-to-be’s genitals. Ginger examined the sheer strangeness of the beast’s penis, not very much like the stallions she had met at all. She noted that the erection was small compared to a stallion’s but again the differences aroused her. Plus it seemed fully functional, more than enough to breed her. Seeking out and being drawn to distinctiveness in potential mates was a habit of hers. Ginger stopped, her ass felt inflated again like a balloon. The mare’s bowels were definitely bloated at the entrance alright. She needed to fart and the obese mare snorted in relief as her rump exploded, her ample butt-cheeks vibrating violently as the gas escaped her butt. Richard remained oblivious to what was going on. His mind vaguely sensed that he was being stimulated and that there was flatulence in the air but interpreted it as being part of a dream.
Ginger could no longer hold back, she had to take him into her mouth. First though, she went slow. She tentatively licked his cock-head, watching the now slightly wet object bob about slightly. Richard groaned softly but didn’t wake up. Ginger paused, then resumed. She licked his cock-head again, watching the foreskin peel back. Another lick followed, this time right on the exposed head. A quite audible moan erupted from Richard’s mouth. Ginger was pleased and lapped away at her future mate’s cock, delighting in his soft moans and cries. She took her time, Ginger didn’t want to wake him up just yet. She noticed the pre-cum starting to seep out of the strange animal’s piss-slit. Ginger lapped up it, found she liked the taste, and licked at Richard’s slit to get more flowing. She watched as the human’s cock lengthened and thickened before her. Ginger noted the creature’s pre-cum was really flowing now, seeping down his shaft and onto his balls. Now she focused on the underside of the human’s penis and its balls, feeling them grow larger and larger under her assault. Yet the human did not wake up, much to her annoyance. Then a strange idea hit her.
Ginger turned her ass around, raised her tail, and began to push out a large log of poop. One of her largest yet in fact. It slowly crackled out, her asshole straining and contracting hard, until the dung finally landed right on Richard’s cock. Ginger looked at her work with satisfaction, having scored a direct hit. But it simply wasn’t enough to just defecate on him. With her hooves, she gently mashed the yellowish-brown turd against the human’s penis. Ginger worked the dung in the way humans work with clay, delicately applying her own poop to her mate’s genitals. Soon it was completely covered in hot, stinky mare dung, from the head all the way to the balls. Richard moaned loudly in his sleep. Then he suddenly woke up, and the first thing he saw was Ginger’s nose just above his now shit-covered erection. It only took him a second to register the fact that his penis was covered in horse poop.
“AIYEE!” Richard literally jumped up and back, running up against the wall hard causing his spine to hurt for a few seconds. Paradoxically his poop-coated erection had actually hardened; it was pointing right at Ginger. Richard freaked out but tried to deny she had been hitting on him. And then Ginger abruptly turned her somewhat dirty rump around, causing the flab to vibrate every so slightly. She arched her enormous meaty butt into the air somewhat, lifted her tail, and presented her pussy to him. As he watched incredulously, its protective vulva cover opened up exposing her wet and massive pussy to him. Then she let loose a long, soft, yet quite potent fart that went right to his cock.
Richard could easily see how soaked, aromatic, hot, and engorged her sex organ really was. It became abundantly clear what Ginger wanted. He could no longer deny the mare’s intent. What was worse was that his dung-covered cock remained erect even though it was a horse’s pussy before him and that he inhaling the mare’s fart. Richard was very alarmed. Ginger had never shown her cunt to the human male before; she had hidden it from him…until now. Richard was unsurprisingly very confused and scared: he had been inspected and turned on by a mare. He bolted from the stables, as far away from her as he could. He went into his room and shut the door behind him, though he soon went to the bathroom to clean himself off.
He avoided the stables for the next few days, thinking: “Have I been interested in her this whole time? A female horse is clearly in love with me and wants me, but am I in love with her? With an animal? With Ginger?” Richard did return to the stables, but he largely avoided Ginger. Eventually, however, he came to one inescapable conclusion: he did love Ginger. A bond between them had formed that was deeply intimate with sexual undertones. Ginger had captured his heart, and he hers. He wanted to be with her, he wanted to express his love for her in all ways possible.
And now he began to dream about Ginger in the most erotic terms possible, dreams of foreplay and fucking. She became his fantasy “girl” predominantly, that fat sultry mare! Sure there were others, but now that plump tan horse was at the top of that hierarchy. She was in his dreams and in his daydreams and in his fantasies. And it wasn’t long before he was calling out her name during orgasm when he was alone in his room or elsewhere in private masturbating. He lost track of how many loads he blew, stains he rubbed out, clothes he ruined, or sheets he soaked with her image in his head. Richard’s fantasies grew more real, his need more intense. The orgasms grew stronger and stronger, the jacking more and more common and prolonged, the fantasies more and more perverse. Soon he was seriously considering consummating his relationship with her, his resolve becoming stronger with each passing day and night.
One day he went by the stables, and saw a small amount of her poop on the ground. For quite a long while, he stared at the log. It slowly (over the course of a few days) looked more and more edible. Less like excrement and more like food. Eventually he scooped it up, and went into a stall. He looked around first, making sure there was no one around. Then very slowly, he devoured her waste. It smelled and tasted extremely strong, and initially he dropped the whole idea.
However, he later changed his mind and took the plunge, and soon found himself actually enjoying the act. It must have been the sheer perversity of it that hooked him in. Over a period of days, he learned to love the taste of Ginger’s dung and urine. Soon it came naturally to him, the desire to consume her byproducts. He’d just pick ‘um up and eat ’em where she left ’em, often in plain sight of the baffled mare. It definitely made cleaning up her dung easier, he thought, as he lazily chewed up her waste and swallowed it down in large gulps. Ginger’s dung had become part of his diet, tasting best when he mixed it with other foods. His belly now frequently bulged with Ginger’s poop, and every day it seemed to just taste better and better. Eventually he was a bit of a glutton for it, as the taste had become surprising addictive.
Then one morning, he woke up sweaty and on fire…having awoken from the most incredible dream he had ever had. It ended with him and her together, her ass constantly vibrating from all the farting she did, her feeding him all of her poop and pee inflating his stomach, her belly hugely swollen with their offspring, their young running about them happily, Richard and Ginger spending both lives together in an endless field…as eternal lovers…mates for life. “I’m going to make love to my Ginger…my wonderful darling mare. Tonight she and I shall fuck. I am going to show her my love…in the most personal and intimate way possible.” Richard whispered.
All day he waited anxiously, sweating profusely saturating his clothing till it was soaked. He had successfully hidden his experiences with Ginger from the rest of his family, most of whom were fooling around or working as it was summer vacation. None of them even remotely considered the possibility that he would ever hump a horse. Richard had done his damn best to make sure it stayed that way. It seemed like an eternity, but night finally arrived. He prepared herself, having picked a time when most of his family was gone or deeply exhausted. His cock was never harder, his body temperature had skyrocketed, his heart was racing, his mind was filled with thoughts of love and lust for his Ginger, and he was covered with sweat.
He sneaked out very slowly into the barn, making sure not to wake any of his family members, and walked up to Ginger. She looked gorgeous in the flickering but bright candlelight. He could tell she’d been farting, pooping, and peeing a lot, the air was delightfully ripe. “Ah the sweet smell, how I’ve missed it!” Richard signed as the familiar scent re-entered his lungs, passing through them as easily as air. She literally seemed to jump for joy when she saw Richard. Richard smiled happily tears just vaguely appearing in his eyes, “I’m sorry I made you wait. Never again my love. I’ll never abandon you again. I will do my very best to stay with you forever, I promise. I’ve never felt this way about anyone or anything before. But you are not a thing to me. You are the love of my life and I want you so damn much…my Ginger. I’m ready.”
As if understanding his words, Ginger whinny neighed and nodded her head up and down. She had impatiently been waiting for him to yield, and now he finally had. He was hers, and her his. Richard strolled up to the horny mare’s stall, and opened it. The plump mare strolled out, and stood still. He gasped as how massive her belly now was, as if she had swallowed half a large beach-ball…in fact Ginger had gained even more weight since their last encounter. Richard spoke earnestly to her: “How can anything this wrong feel so right Ginger? How can I love a woman who isn’t even my species? I don’t know, and quite honestly I don’t care. Well I do care I would like to kn…but that’s beside the point Ginger. We’re both outsiders: you love human males, I love mares. We belong together.” He basked in the smell of Ginger’s butt gas.
He could tell Ginger was breathing hard, her sweat-soaked body rose and fell as if inflating in places. He could feel the heat and moisture coming off Ginger’s skin, she was so hot and soaked. Richard inhaled deeply, breathing in the wonderful rich, strong scent of his love’s sleek and plump body. He placed his hands on her soft, chubby skin which yielded to his touch. Ginger was clearly pleased by his caresses of her skin, snorting softly, her nostrils flaring. She enjoyed the distinctiveness of it. She felt so relaxed that her asshole opened on her, resulting in a small fart escaping.
Ginger was quite bloated with flatulence, her belly swollen almost painfully with butt gas. Moreover, she was definitely filled to the breaking point with three days worth of dung and urine that she had been holding it. But she had been saving it all for this night. Richard looked at his palms, covered with her sweat. But he didn’t mind as he took in Ginger’s beauty…how could he not have seen it earlier? She was so lovely, and so very sexy. Her gorgeous face, that long powerful yet slightly fat neck! Those plump long legs, that massively huge belly! Her big fat pussy, and that enormous fat butt of hers! He made a mental note to check out her body A.S.A.P. He knew he was going to spend a lot more time in the future “examining” her. Of course Richard would make sure Ginger got her fair share of inspecting her mate, though he was sure Ginger would take the initiative regarding that.
Richard got in front of Ginger, and she bent down to lick his face. Her tongue felt wonderful, so hot and wet and rough! It stimulated his face in the extreme, as she licked him repeatedly. Ginger felt joy as she heard her hairless mate moan and sign under her fat long tongue’s caresses. For a while Richard just let her lick his face and neck, exhaling, gasping, signing, moaning in delight. Damn her tongue felt good on his flesh! Then he gently grasped the sides of her muzzle, pausing briefly, and tentatively put his mouth against Ginger’s lips. Richard tenderly pressed against her mouth, her lips peeling back and her jaws opening. Then he put his tongue into the mare’s hot moist mouth. He kissed her with growing passion, wrapping his arms around the back of her head and neck caressing her. Richard had to admit her tongue felt really good against his, and her mouth was and always had been clean. He could feel the blood heating her body, how fast and powerful her breathing was, how hot and wet her tongue was against his. Although Ginger didn’t completely understand what her lover was doing, she allowed it to happen. Soon he was caressing and massaging the mare’s chubby yet still muscled neck as best he could, seeking out knots to loosen. Ginger was visibly shuddering under Richard’s erotic ministrations. Richard located several areas where the horse’s muscles were tight and uncomfortable, and commenced squeezing those areas sensually. Ginger snorted softly, and Richard smiled. “Maybe I should show you what you exposed when we first really met.”
He removed his pants and pulled down his underwear, exposing his hard cock. Richard chuckled, “This is what you want? Isn’t it?” Ginger whinny neighed, then took one lick to Richard’s cock causing him to cry out loudly. He got down on the ground and spread his legs apart face-up, his cock erect and in the air. “Go right ahead!” He moaned softly. Ginger licked and lapped at his cock-head once more while he held his penis in place as best he could. He moaned shamelessly as the plump horse’s tongue bathed his member in wetness, pre-cum seeping out. She swiftly licked it away, right off of his piss-slit. Ginger had already developed a taste for it, as the liquid was quite addictive. Richard gasped and cried out as Ginger feasted off his pre-cum, slurping it right up. Although Ginger didn’t know how to suck him off (Richard would teach her that later), she could still pleasure him. Soon she literally coaxed the sperm right out of him. Richard blew his load right into her mouth and she swallowed it all greedily before lapping the excess off his dick. Then Richard slowly got up and resumed kissing her, gradually getting his strength back.
He paused from his tonguing of Ginger’s mouth and whispered to her, “You like that don’t you, you horny nympho? You’ve been in heat for quite a while I bet. Does Ginger need a cock in her cunt? I can give you what you want. Well, I’ve been dreaming about you for what seems like forever and I need this, baby.” Ginger was noticeably hotter and more restless; his caresses were increasing her arousal. “I can smell your love juices from here, I bet you’re soaked. And God! Your farts smell so fucking good! I wish I could inhale them forever! I am so going to hump you.” Richard smiled. For what seemed like hours, he continued to kiss and rub his animal lover, who periodically lifted her tail to fart noisily. Several of her farts smelled like her poop, and he realized she must have been eating like crazy recently. “What a wonderful glutton you are Ginger, and I wouldn’t have you any other way!”, Richard said happily.
Then he broke off from that and started to lick and suck on Ginger’s neck-flesh, causing her to exhale, whinny neigh, and snort softly. Ginger knew it would feel good, but she was still taken aback by how pleasurable it really was. “You always like this, tempting me…well now I’m going to be the one doing the tempting!” Richard exhaled lustfully. Pent-up lust now came to the surface. He was consumed with desire for this four-legged beauty, his cock throbbed with need. Her breathes were becoming quite rapid, her skin felt like it was aflame. Ginger was in heaven, her mate was making her feel so good she didn’t want him to stop. Ever. “I was hoping you’d like this,” the 20-year old said wistfully, “I’ve been thinking up all kinds of ways to pleasure you. I may not know much about making love to a female horse…but I assure you…I’m quite eager to learn Ginger.” His mare was visibly impatient, whinny neighing restlessly, but he wasn’t going to rush. He intended to take this nice and slow. Soon he moved on to her shoulder and side, and then started to lick and suck on Ginger’s legs. Richard grinned as he felt Ginger tremble under his caresses, her legs getting weak at the knees. Ginger pondered why he was teasing her so. But like her, he too was becoming impatient. He wanted to taste and eat out that hot mare’s pussy soon, and fuck her as well. His breeding instinct wanted Ginger badly.
He went to Ginger’s rump and looking right in front of it. It had become quite a prominent part of his fantasies involving her, and now it was before him. The mare had the most enormous, fat, plump, big, meaty bubble-butt he had ever seen; it was just beautiful. Richard could see it was now quite dirty with dried mare-dung, like thinly spread chocolate frosting, and he licked his lips at the sight. His shit-hunger was intense and he was eager to sate it. He grabbed her butt-cheeks, savoring how wonderful they felt in his hands. Ginger’s rump was delightfully soft and he almost lost himself playing with her butt-flesh. He then traced his tongue across her ass, bathing the majority in wetness and tasting the strong flavor of her shit-coated rump. Richard shuddered at how delicious her butt-flesh was, its flavor was simply delightful. The poop only made it that much more succulent. What an ass, Richard thought with deliciously perverse lust.
Unable to control his hunger, he began to lick at Ginger’s anus. The obese mare whinny neighed in pleasure as he bathed her horse-butt in saliva. Ginger was completely caught off guard by how wonderful the attentions of her mate felt, her body quivering with pleasure. She had never imagined her rump’s hole could be stimulated in such a manner. Richard needed to taste her shit, to devour it all. He would feed from her bottom until his belly was completely full and could consume no more of her ample shit-meat. Ginger was grunting and snorting wantonly as she basked visibly in the delightful sensations her strange mate was giving her anus. Ginger’s eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue hung out lazily as the mare lost herself in pleasure, drunk with the overwhelming sensations. She could feel her anal muscles relax and slowly part under the steady caresses of the human male’s tongue. She was stunned by how powerful her strange mate’s tongue and mouth were, and by how good they felt on her ass. Richard alternately rimmed, licked, and sucked on Ginger’s vulnerable virgin sphincter wantonly. Her bowels were being slowly flooded with Richard’s heated saliva, gradually soaking the inner of her rump in wetness. Richard could already taste how delicious the mare’s dung was, how wonderful it smelled: rich and earthy. Ginger’s powerful anus finally yielded, parting before his tongue. Ginger whinny neighed loudly as she screamed out her pleasure at the odd but wonderful violation of her backdoor. Richard lustfully drove it in for more. “Yes Ginger yes!”, Richard thought.
Ginger grunted deeply, writhing in pleasure wildly as Richard rimmed her. With every movement Ginger’s tail swung about striking the back of Richard’s head. He paid it no heed. The human’s tongue greedily wormed its way up her hot, dung-coated, moist, tight bowels. The more he drank of her taste, the more drunk he became from it. Poor Ginger was going out of her mind with sheer unrestrained pleasure. This was more than she had ever imagined possible, no one had pleasured her anus in this manner before. Her mate was touching her in places no stallion had ever done before. Occasionally Richard pulled his now shit-stained tongue out of her fat butt, causing Ginger to snort in protest. But then he go right back to pleasuring her sphincter shocking her senses before going into her bowels in for more. Every time he tongued her butt he delighted in feeling, sensing even, how much pleasure his equine lover was in. Then suddenly he felt his tongue hit something hard: it was an unborn turd. Ginger felt her bowels loosening, she could simply not hold her waste in anymore the muscles were just too relaxed. Her shit began to slide out against Richard’s tongue. He was excited: Ginger was pooping! Richard repositioned his mouth, closing it over Ginger’s ass. Ginger was surprised but not unpleased by this turn of events. She didn’t understand why her mate was doing this but she would oblige his strange need.
Suddenly he lost his balance with a fairly loud “THUP!”, failing face-up in the hay. Ginger, however, merely repositioned her ass so that it was pretty much directly over the human male’s face. Ginger knew it was what her mate wanted, she could read his pheromones. He thought about getting up, as her pooping on him directly was not part of his plans. For a while he paused. But then he suddenly hesitated, and lust overcame reason. He was going to let her poop and pee on him, just to see what it would be like. The urine came first: a steady stream of heated clear liquid. Richard opened his mouth and the mare’s piss flooded his mouth. Like soda it filled his mouth completely and he had to swallow quickly just to get it all down. He found it wasn’t that bad, in fact he found it kinda arousing. He soon found himself idly masturbating a bit as the strong but sweet taste washed over his taste buds. Quite a sizeable amount of stinky hot horse piss went down his throat and into his belly, the rest hitting his face and/or running down his neck and shirt. His belly was soon quite swollen with sloshy fluid, the fluid of his mare lover. Ginger gave him sufficient time to swallow it all down, as she found her mate’s act morbidly fascinating and oddly erotic, though she stopped prematurely. Richard soon found out why.
A few brief farts escaped from Ginger’s butt above him, and he heard the female mare begin to grunt as her asshole started to force out her dung. Ginger knew she was pooping right next to her mate but he could always move, and part of her was curious if he would eat it. Soon he saw the obese horse’s log begin to slide out: it looked absolutely delectable, just heavenly, and his mouth watered with shit-hunger. He longed to take her poop into his mouth and just feast away on it. Finally the hot fat log landed on his face, covering it completely with her poop. He moaned loudly and shamelessly, intensifying the speed of his masturbation as the feel and smell of Ginger’s wonderful excrement washed over him. Richard jacked off wildly as the sheer perversity of the entire situation drove him wild. His foreskin peeled back more so than ever, his shaft painfully tight, his bloated balls bouncing about, pre-cum seeping out of his piss-slit, he was so wonderfully horny he loved every second of his extremely intense arousal. He was in a state of sexual euphoria and he relished in his own depravity. Richard tentatively touched the horse poop with his tongue, slowly. A handful of tongue licks later, increasing in speed, and the human was soon greedily lapping away at it as if his life depended on it.
Then he began to feast, chewing up the chubby mare’s dung with his teeth. He ground Ginger’s shit-meat into a fine semi-solid paste, staining his tongue and teeth and flooding his mouth with an extremely strong taste. For quite a while Richard just allowed the flavor to stay in his mouth, relishing in its perverse taste, before swallowing it down in chunks. Soon he ate it all, and paused. A broad perverted grin slowly spread over his face, his cock so hard nails could be driven into it. Richard gradually opened his mouth for more poop. “Feed me good Ginger! Give me your hot tasty poop!”, the lust-crazed human moaned. Ginger obliged him, and he grinned as his plump mare lover grunted and strained out another turd. Once again her dung fell into his mouth and he chewed up wantonly. A series of gulps and a loud belch later, Richard had swallowed her log in its entirety. He opened his now very stinky mouth for more, and Ginger only grunted once more. He spent quite a while just devouring her logs one by one, browning his teeth and tongue and parts of his face. When he finally got up, his very swollen stomach was already hard at work digesting his lover’s waste and his face was caked with Ginger’s drying poop. He didn’t mind, in fact the whole thing felt deliciously primal. Richard smiled rather stupidly, drunk on and basking in his own perversion.
Ginger lifted her lovely tail, exposing her enormous meaty asshole once more. It look astonishingly strong, large and meaty. Richard almost cried out in joy, instead he signed happily. Ginger was about to fart into his face. The mare had done it before, and he laughed in retrospect at his first reaction, but this time was different. He wanted her to do it, needed her to in fact. Sure enough, he saw Ginger’s ass seemingly swell in size, her asshole contracting. He marveled at her butt-hole’s sheer size and aroma. Suddenly her anus opened slightly, and he heard her fart noisily and wetly. It’s magnificence was matched only by the accompanying smell: strong, rich, yet strangely mellow and spicy as well. “Oh yes Ginger! I need this!” Richard said quietly overcome in excitement before he caught himself. He was enveloped in a dense cloud of Ginger’s wonderful aroma, and the gas flooded his lungs as if it it belonged inside him.
Her anus contracted again, and another fart escaped her rump. He was astonished how beautiful her butt gas was, this fart was a ripe one. The smell just washed over him, going up his nose and into his brain. He wondered whether or not flatulence could get someone high since it was partly methane. Unable to stop himself his hands started to wantonly massage Ginger’s huge ass like mad. He needed more of it, he hadn’t had nearly enough yet! Richard succeeded in and continued with extracting more gas from the obese mare while Ginger grunted and groaned. Ginger was loving every minute of her mate’s caresses of her ample bottom, however she soon realized she had other desires. Suddenly she lifted her tail once more and presented her gorgeous pussy once more to him, peeling aside the two sides of her protective vulva, her cunt astonishingly soaked it still gushed out juices. Richard remembered how he had first reacted when she had done that, how he had freaked out, now he had to fight the very strong urge not to hump her right then and there. To make her his forever.
Returning to right in front of Ginger, Richard gave her a command to lie down and face-up, and she actually listened to him for once. Normally she defied him like mad. Even Ginger’s defiant nature had become part of her appeal to Richard, however. As he looked down at his mare lover, Richard saw her large belly all fat-filled and soft…which made her look somewhat pregnant. Unsurprisingly his arousal increased, and he focused his mouth and arms on the horse’s ample belly resulting a few loud groans from Ginger. He was astonished how good the soft, warm, but still fairly firm mass felt against him. Her belly was amazingly beautiful, she really did carry her weight well. Ginger let a couple of particularly strong ones rip, hitting his nostrils like an aphrodisiac and causing Richard to smile. Part of him wished though that Ginger had actually been impregnated by him, but he could always pretend. Richard smiled, and he ceased his caresses of that part of Ginger. “It’s time,” he said, and then he looked very lustfully at Ginger’s pussy.
He balked at how unbelievably beautiful how it looked: massive, fat, wet, and incredibly wonderful in smell. Her juices were literally dripping ono the lay, soaking the ground. Richard couldn’t wait to taste it, he hoped it was good to savor as her poop and pee had been. He exhaled his heated breath several times on it, causing Ginger to tremble and shudder every time. “You like that? Do you want more?” Richard said in the naughtiest voice he could muster, deciding then to not fist her. He paused for a number of seconds, and then the mare started to loudly whinny neigh. Ginger wanted pleasuring, and she didn’t want to be keep waiting. Richard almost cried, he was very excited to be this close to her; “At last.”
And then he started to lap at Ginger’s massive pussy, she tasted better than he had imagined. He slurped greedily around, on, and under her cunt-lips, she was astonishingly wet. Richard continued to pleasure her for as long as his tongue would hold out. Soon he found Ginger’s g-spot, and focused on it quite intensely. Her love juices mixed with his saliva, saturating Ginger’s cunt in wetness. Richard was amazed how addictive Ginger’s pussy was; he just wanted to keep lapping up all of her wonderful pussy juice. He just slurped and licked and lapped away while masturbating lazily.
Ginger was going out of her mind with lust; she had to fight to hold her vulva in place so her human lover could pleasure it. Ginger’s neck and head swung wildly back and forth, her mouth opening and closing rapidly, her body trembling violently. She was constantly whinny neighing, grunting, a cacophony of sounds expressing her ecstasy. Her legs flailed a bit in spite of herself though she managed not to dislodge Richard’s mouth from her vagina. She farted many long and very smelly gas clouds the entire time which only served to heighten his lust.
With a series of loud crackling and creaking sounds, Ginger’s relaxing asshole slowly expelled a huge log of dung before him. “Oh Ginger, you shouldn’t have!” Richard grinned, the old hunger returning to him swiftly. He merely tore chunks out of the poop while it was halfway out of the plump mare, and shoved the fragments into his mouth chewing wantonly. He lost track of the time as he became absolutely absorbed and single-minded in this act, as if this action was the very center of his world…his purpose in life. Finally he was done feasting, then he looked at Ginger’s exposed asshole. “You’re filthy Ginger! Better clean you off!” Richard chuckled. Once again he went back into her butt, pleasuring her once more before finally resuming his eating her out.
The whole time he ate her out he squeezed, rubbed, and stroked his erect member which was poking outwards onto the hay; he was just too horny to resist. He had to fight not to cum inside his clothing, or to bring her to orgasm prematurely. Richard paced his pleasuring of Ginger’s pussy, pausing whenever he felt like she was going to cum, all the while feeling breathing in the scent of mare butt-gas. He wanted her as aroused as possible when he fucked that hot mare. Poor Ginger was whinny neighing and crying out like mad. Fortunately Richard had had a stallion brought in and let his whole family know the horse would be spending the night in the stables (the exhausted male horse was sleeping in one of the stalls having already fucked a handful of the newer mares senseless, though Ginger had rejected his advances).
Eventually the need became too great: he simply had to fuck her. Ginger suddenly got up, taking the initiative. Richard watched as she raised and swung her tail back and forth, opened and closed her pussy, flexed her massive (and quite dirty) bubble-butt, let a very putrid (but heavenly to him) fart rip, all slowly and seductively. He knew what to do, letting her urinate in his face while he smelled it evaluating her suitability (though he knew nothing about how to judge a mare from her piss, he just knew that was what he was supposed to do). He showed off his erection in return, demonstrating his own desire to make with her. Ginger needed to be fucked; she desperately wanted to be bred. Richard’s erection became extremely hard, uncomfortably so. His sexual energy was fully restored, his balls had produced enough semen to blow another load into her. He ripped his clothes off as quickly as possible, and walked up to her. An idea suddenly hit him as he remembered something, “One second my love!” Richard went back to his pants pocket and pulled out a small vibrator…just enough to fit inside her anus. “Hold still Ginger,” he said lovingly and slowly and delicately wormed the pre-lubed device into her asshole. Richard stopped when it was mostly inside though he knew Ginger would eventually dislodge it from her hole. To Ginger’s credit, she trusted her mate enough to not resist. Richard smiled and then slammed his hard-on into her pussy, causing Ginger to whinny neigh loudly again.
Fighting the urge to rapidly start thrusting into her, he slowly let his cock being swallowed by her deep cunt. He moaned a low and deep sign of pleasure, his penis felt so good within her: immersed inside her incredibly hot and wet vagina. “OH GINGER YES!” Richard cried out as quietly as he could. He had been waiting for so long to make love to this absolutely yummy mare, and it was finally happening. Ginger let a very deep and long grunt of ecstasy as she felt him sink in, her mate was finally within her. He grabbed her sides for balance, evoking a loud grunt from her. Richard then pressed his lower body against her rear, and then began to thrust into her at a slow but increasingly fast pace. “At last!”, Richard said.
Ginger tentatively thrusted back, and he was briefly caught out guard by her power. So Richard worked to time his fucking motions with hers. For a number of frustrating seconds, neither one was moving in synchronization with the other’s movements. But soon they found their rhythm, and the pumping and pounding started in earnest. Ginger demonstrated just how much strength her body could channel, but he was prepared. Richard cried out and began to thrust noisily into her, slamming his pelvis into her butt while adjusting his legs for balance. He could hear the sounds of her fluids being moved about by his thrusting motions, causing squishing and squeaking noises. The sounds only intensified his desire. Richard felt somehow at home buried so deep within his beautiful mare lover. It was as if his cock belonged inside her.
His muscles tensed with every thrust, making his arms and legs feel extremely tight. His lower half moved back and forth like a piston, jingling a few forgotten coins in his pocket about violently. Every impact jostled him about for a fraction of a second. He panted heavily with every motion, she could really hump back! Richard felt how strong the mare’s body really was, she really was powerful! He got a wonderful of sense of it both her in build and in movement, as the two lovers frantically humped against one another. Ginger was clearly trying not to hurt her less powerful mate, but every now and then she would almost knock him down. He also loved how very good the mare’s fat felt as it touched and massaged his skin, so soft and sensual in feel! He especially loved when his balls slapped against Ginger’s flab, really making him feel good as if she was milking him with her body! Ginger’s body was also rocked about by his wanton thrusting. Her leg muscles flexing, her neck muscles tense, with every thrust he saw her strong tendons flex. Her sensual fat jiggled about, especially her belly and leg flab. Part of him wanted to rub his cock against her soft lard and just lose himself in her blubber, but he fought it off. Richard saw Ginger’s big sexy butt as it moved about with every fucking motion they made, could hear her belly being flung back and forth fairly well causing gas to build up within her. Like a balloon it swelled up visibly, and he smiled a perverse smile. The mare skillfully moved her body in time with every movement, matching Richard’s effortlessly.
Both of them were in ecstasy, expressing pleasure in the typical ways of their respective species. Ginger was snorting, grunting, groaning, and whinny neighing. Her eyes were moving about, her noses flaring, her tongue hung out lazily. Richard was gasping, groaning, grunting, signing, moaning, etc. He had to fight for his eyes to not roll back into his head, his mouth open in various exclamations of pleasure. Each lover immensely turned on by the sound of the other’s distinctive cries. Neither of them knew exactly what the other was saying, but they both had a pretty good idea. Richard realized he was going to always fuck Ginger, as often as possible; a somewhat similar thought was going through Ginger’s mind. He didn’t want this to stop, ever. He wanted to hump this plump mare forever. If they could, they’d breed for all eternity. Richard knew that it had to end eventually, in spite of his efforts to prevent himself from cumming within her (he had wanted the sex to go on as long as possible).
Richard just barely managed to activate the vibrator within Ginger’s butt and Ginger whinny neighed as the inner of her bowels was stimulated violently. “It’s okay! It’s okay!” He said to her, calming her down as he sped up his thrusts. For a while she still protested audibly a bit and he considered removing it. But it wasn’t long before she stopped and actually seemed to like it, then love it. Ginger didn’t have a clue what was happening inside her ass, all she knew what it felt wonderful. When Richard tentatively shoved it in a bit deeper, his mare lover signaled her approval. Soon it was almost all the way within her butt, becoming another source of enormous stimulation for the mare.
He soon felt the sperm within his balls moving into his cock…he was about to blow his load. It was going to be a big one. Richard rapidly thrusted into his Ginger with as much power as he could muster. Ginger was whinny neighing and snorting like crazy, Richard didn’t even notice how much noise she was making. His eyes rolled back into his head, his teeth clenched tightly. Then it happened, he orgasmed, his entire body becoming rigid: “GINGER I’M CUMMING!” Richard cried out loudly, though he did his best to tone his voice down. He felt himself explode, blowing several loads in rapid succession straight into his love’s pussy.
In his mind he saw images during his orgasm: Ginger’s body, swelling up with a ridiculous amount of semen, becoming astonishingly pregnant, her belly inflating as their offspring developed within her…then the scenes stopped. Ginger let out a low, long sensual groan of pleasure as she felt her womb absolutely flood with her mate’s white-hot sperm. Richard opened his mouth in a low moan as he felt his balls empty their contents into Ginger’s hot warm womb. She orgasmed explosively herself, letting loose a loud whinny neigh and splattering juices all over the ground and down her legs. In the powerful violent throws of her orgasm, the over-lubed vibrator started to slide out.
Then exhausted, Richard slumped panting over his obese mare’s body, arms on her sides. He savored the afterglow, keeping his cock within her for quite a while. The 20-year old was so content he almost fell asleep, but eventually pulled out of the mare’s pussy. He plopped onto the hay with a very broad smile on his face, laying face-up, staring at the ceiling. Very soon after he pulled out of her, the vibrator loosened up even more. All of the gas that had built up within Ginger during the sex escaped. An extremely loud, astonishingly ripe, and impossible long fart just exploded from the plump mare’s butt throwing the vibrator aside like a flying missile. For a while Richard just basked in her scent, so astonishingly lovely.
Ginger rested for a while next to Richard, who was busy inhaling her latest fart but soon was on her feet. She sensed he was too tired for sex, so the chubby mare prodded him to get up. A strange desire came over him. Then Ginger gently pressed her butt against Richard’s mouth, waking him up as he felt her sphincter atop his mouth. Richard thought, “You naughty thing! You do know what I love though…” Ginger proceeded to feed her mate her dung directly from the source…slowly. He felt her asshole open up and her dung slide out and into his mouth. He delicately chewed it up as the poop very very gradually slide out, Ginger took her time. It took a while, but eventually he chewed it up. More strains, more farts, more poop followed. The exhausted human instinctively devoured it all before cleaning up her ass with his tongue. Richard smiled as he examined his swollen belly, filled to bursting with his lover’s poop. Then Ginger moved, and for the first time he was presented with her swollen teats. He reluctantly latched onto one as she whinny neighed softly, and gently drank of her delicious milk. For quite a while she went on, then suddenly Ginger spun him over onto his bloated stomach, “What the? Ginger what are you doing?” Ginger was curious about her mate, not that she wanted to go as far as him regarding her waste. She just wanted to return the favor regarding his pleasuring of her butt. He started to get up but she pinned him down under her hoove. “Looks like I’m yours to explore,” Richard signed before laughing softly. She licked him right between his butt-cheeks, and he gasped sharply. “Bad girl, huh?” He remarked. Ginger licked him again, her tongue briefly stroking his sensitive asshole causing him to cry out softly. “This is most embarrassing,” he thought. He had no defense against Ginger’s massive wet tongue.
Ginger, sensing his arousal, resumed licking her mate in his most vulnerable area. She had caught on to how pliable he was in that spot. Richard squirmed under her hoove, trying to get loose but she held him down firmly. Once again her snout delved between his cheeks and this time she keep licking his anus. He cried out, gasped, and most of all struggled in vain. Ginger had no intention of ceding control to him at the moment, enjoying the feeling of being in charge. Richard couldn’t help but enjoy the sensations Ginger’s rough and wet tongue was giving his butt. His mare lover bathed his ass in wetness, slowly loosening up his anal muscles. In spite of himself he felt his asshole relax on him, gradually opening under Ginger’s ministrations. “Please Ginger stop!”, but his pleas were half-hearted. He was aware of her hot saliva seeping into his bowels, her tongue starting to force its way in. Ginger pressed and pushed her tongue against the human’s anus, gradually getting it inside him while her mate continued to gasp and cry out helplessly. She remembered how the strange animal had pleasured her backdoor, so she copied his technique as best she could. Richard couldn’t help himself, his cock had long since hardened on him as her tongue drove itself deep up his ass. For a while she relished in seeing him squirm for a change, then got tired of having the unpleasant taste on her tongue. She pulled her tongue out of Richard’s now well-lubricated butt.
Then she prodded him against to get up. Richard did so, still consumed with that strange desire. He wanted to mark her as his mate, like an animal. Richard didn’t want any other horse to fuck her, he wanted Ginger to be his alone. His bladder was filled to bursting as he hadn’t peed all in quite a while. He wonder if he had unconsciously been saving the urine up for this moment before shaking the feeling off. Ginger seemed to realize what he was doing, so she knelt before him.
“Time to let the other horses know just who your lover is.” Richard was completely immersed in animalistic urges. He aimed his cock at her; he estimated he had a minute and a half of urine within him. From his cock, a fast-moving stream of yellow piss shot out and splashed against Ginger’s face. The liquid went flying as a fine mist whenever it struck her flesh, the rest seeping down her skin. He watched as the obese mare’s face was bathed in warm urine. Urine dripped all over his head, her skin coated in a thick layer of his piss. Ginger seemed to be smiling at him.
Then he marked the other sides of her body till Ginger was completely covered in his pee. Piss dripped everywhere from her body, her hair was wet, and her skin glistened with warm liquid. In a surreal way she looked oddly beautiful, the candle-light reflecting off her piss-soaked body surreally. Unsurprisingly, Ginger would now smell like his urine Even when she was washed, just enough of its scent would remain for a horse’s sense of smell to pick up.
The female horse knew he was leaving. “I have to go to bed my love.” Richard said, still worn-out. He washed her pussy as best he could of his sperm, cleaned off the piss though the scent would still be discernable to other horses, recovered the vibrator, cleaned up the scene, hugged her tightly, and then snuck back in the direction of his room (though he stopped by the bathroom because he definitely needed to clean off extensively). Richard had had his first taste of bestiality, the love of a beautiful female horse named Ginger. It would not be his last……
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Androville
Earth, the year is 2030. following the radically destructive events caused by men throughout the ages, women have successfully taken over the world. the surface is a utopia with advanced technology, space travel, and NO BIOLOGICAL MEN!
Bizarre! part 1
A story about the year 7034, where nothing is the same
A Whole New Light Pt 1
First story so helpfull coments please for those who will post hurtful coments… suck a dick have a nice day
Welcome to Naboo
His foot steps could be heard throughout the hallways. Slowly he walked towards his final destination. It had been a long time since he had last seen her. Almost to long, but he had seemed too occupy himself just fine with other matters. Although his pace was slow, he was not wasting any time making it to the chambers the data pad had listed.
She had helped to save his life, had helped him escape Mimban when the Jedi and Republic invaded. Barton had scanned her mind for anything he could get her for payment…and what he found was interesting, most interesting. He paused at the doorway, he didn’t know whether to knock or just go in. She had been his apprentice so surely he had the right to barge in…but even with his rank he didn’t dare.
He moved his hand forward and lightly knocked on the door, but it sounded as if someone was banging as hard as they could. He forgot how much strength he had sometimes. He waited patiently, even though one of the main things he lacked was just that. He could hear her moving about inside the room she had been assigned after her cloning.
It was a cold night out, not quite as cold as the deepest depths of space but one could say it was a cold to rival it. He turned to face the wall opposite the door he was in front of. It was a nicely crafted stone wall, one of the better ones in the temple. A soft light flowed outwards, casting a rather large shadow of him onto the stone wall. He turned to face the occupant of the room.
He glanced firstly at her hair, which was now died a purplish black. A very good color combination, it brought out her eyes a bit. She was still pale from lack of sun light, so that further brought out the color in her eyes and her hair. She didn’t have a smile on her face though. She glared at Barton, her eyes penetrating the Sith. His mouth lay agape as he looked onto her.
She did not speak but instead moved out of the door way, almost as if to motion him inwards. But instead the pulled him in violently with the force. He landed flat on his face a few feet from the edge of her bed. He could feel her roughly grab his sides and flip him over. He felt a sharp pain run up his side as her knee firmly connected with his lower chest.
“I know what you did Barton! You messed with my head, you altered it. All that power I had broke the hold you had and now I see clearly what you did to me. You will pay!” Her voice was full of venom and hate, the kind of animosity she had always had deep within her but never dare release.
All Trowa could do was look up at her and try to speak. He was at a loss for words, he didn’t know what to do or say now. His mind was racing with thoughts now about what she would do to him, she was a rank lower then him…he should be the one in charge. He could easily over power her but he couldn’t bring himself to it. The only words he could manage were “I’ve got him for you…I’ve got Darex for you…like you wanted.”
Shy froze in her position. She obviously had not known he had scanned her mind and found that thought. Her face burned with anger once more, he had taken some of her most hidden thoughts from her. She did not lash out at him though, for if she did she might not get to see Darex. Instead Shy-ree rose up to her feet, brushing herself off before looking done at the…thing before her.
“Get up, take me to him. Now.” Her voice was commanding to say the least; it was obvious she didn’t want to waste any time just sitting around in this boring temple. Much to her surprise Barton jumped at her command and began to move towards the door without a word, only a flick of his wrist in motion for her to follow him. She grabbed a spare set of robes and followed him quickly out to his ship. Once inside they lifted off, destination: Naboo.
The streaks of hyperspace rocketed past her eyes. She sat alone in the cockpit of Trowa’s ship. Something was wrong…but oddly felt right. He had changed since she last laid her violet eyes upon his cold unforgiving features. He had a certain aura about him…that aura of mystery is what drew her mind back to him. She couldn’t place what it was just yet…but she would keep trying.
Slowly she leaned back in her chair, a small smile on her face as she realized this was it, and she was going to see him again. It had felt like forever since they had last spoken…the last time she even caught a glace of him he was laid up in a hospital bed.
He mind slowly began to drift…to a thought that had nagged at the back of her mind for ages now. She had always liked Darex…he was nice and always there for her. He was a good master and quite dependable, but she liked him on a deeper level then that. One she had original had to block out because Jedi where not allowed attachments.
His face was soft as her hand lightly caressed it. She couldn’t believe he was here now…with her. A large variety of thoughts ran though her head at the sight of him. He quickly embraced her, hugging her tightly as it had been too long since his eyes last lay rest upon her beautiful features.
She was like butter in his arms; it felt so good for his muscular arms to hold her. Her mind raced with even more thoughts now. So badly she wanted him to kiss her…even if just for the briefest of seconds. She wanted to feel his soft tender lips upon hers. She looked up at him, as she had been resting her head upon his chest.
Just as she looked up he did that which she had most desired, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. His lips sent an electric shock through her body, never before had she felt as she did now. She probed his mouth, attempting to get it to open so that their tongues could dance together even if just for a little bit. But she was unsuccessful as he was beginning to…fade away.
“Hey, we are almost there…” Barton stood in the doorway as Shy came out of her dream like state. She glanced up at the man. His complexion almost seemed paler, as if that was even possible. She just looked at him; unsmiling as he was the reason Darex faded from her once more…
The streaks that symbolized hyperspace abruptly cut out as the ship entered real space once more. Barton had barely spoken the whole trip, but that was probably for the best as Shy-ree had her mind on other things. Like what she was going to do when she finally saw Darex…or what he would do. She knew what she wanted him to do, but doubted that would ever happen.
No matter though, she would make do with what she got. She glanced over lazily at Trowa as he brought the ship in for a landing. He still had those green tinted arms. They where so strange and emitted a dark side aura that would make one assume his power level was much higher…or maybe his power had reached that level.
Slowly her violet eyes drifted down his arms to where his hands laid at rest on the controls. His hands were smoother then one would think possible with all the deeds a man like him had done. His fingers were longer then they should have been…she hadn’t really taken note of it before, but somehow they had…grown?
She sub consciously shook her head before closing her eyes. She caught a few minutes of sleep before Barton was once more shaking her awake. “We are here, lets go.” She could feel something oddly strange about Barton’s force presence as she was shaken awake…it was almost neutral in power.
It was not good, nor bad. It was almost as his force ability had just up and left the dark side only to stop in between it and the light. It was strange…such a creature as Barton could surely not be anything but a Sith…it must have been a new trick he had picked up since they had last met.
He led her outside of the ship, after letting the ramp down. The air of Naboo’s night hit her in the face. It was so refreshing after the old smelling temple she had been in. It was a cloudless night on the beautiful planet and as such Shy-ree could see ever star in the sky perfectly. But she did not linger on the sight, as she could feel him…he was just inside the house that Trowa had already entered.
A light flickered on upstairs as she approached the door. Her hand moved outwards to grasp the handle, but instead froze…what would she say to him? She had failed him…failed the light. She couldn’t face him after such a big failure. She had just turned on her heel to leave when a light coated her back, her shadow cast out onto the lawn now. She knew who was standing there and as much as she wanted to face him she couldn’t after failing him…she had never wanted to fail him.
He spoke; his voice was full of joy as he did. “Shy…” Those were the only words out of his mouth as she turned and lunged at him. He caught her in his arms and smiled as she held him tight. Nothing was said between the two as they stood there; neither of them noticing or caring that Barton was sitting in the living room with them in plan view.
Barton watched them quietly, not daring to interrupt the pair. After a little way the two of them walked inside, both with a rather large smile on their face, taking a seat on the couch across from him. Shy briefly glanced up at him with a curios look.
Barton twisted his neck to pop it as she looked up, a brief flash of light reflected off of something around his neck as she glanced up. She only allowed her mind to ponder on that for a few seconds before turning back to Darex.
Darex nodded his head towards Trowa; Shy was barely able to catch the movement but did none the less. Barton got up and made his way from the room and up the stairs slowly. It was an odd thing, but it didn’t matter to Shy right now really.
“How have you been Shy?” His voice was soft…soothing. One of the things she loved about him, he was able to calm her with just his words. His eyes were looking directly into hers…she felt almost as if he was looking into the depths of her soul…her tainted soul.
She opened her mouth to reply but she couldn’t get any words out. She had been through so much…but she was ashamed about it all. Her mind cycled through all of it in the blink of an eye it seemed. Then he spoke once more his voice still soothing.
“It is alright Shy, you did not fail me…it was not your fault.” Her smiled gently at her, his smile was that of an angels. She smiled weakly, not looking at him directly. She loved his smile, but she couldn’t take just sitting her with him. He stood up and stretched briefly.
“Well, it has been a rather long day for me. So I am going to catch some sleep, we can talk some more tomorrow.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly. “Get some sleep and if you need anything…just ask Trowa. I am sure he won’t hesitate to get it for you.”
She almost had not caught the last part, as her heart was frozen in her chest. Her lips left hanging open just a bit. She had leaned forward some when he had removed his lips from her forehead. She wanted so much for him to just kiss her…she wanted so much for him to just caress her. But instead he walked up stairs. But it was strange…the way Barton had been acting today.
She sat in the semi-darkness for a long while just thinking. She didn’t know what to do. She was over whelmed with happiness from seeing him again, but she didn’t know if she could resist her feelings for him. After a while she got up and moved up stairs.
Slowly she walked up the stairs, not knowing what she was going to do or if Trowa had told Darex about the thoughts she had on Mimban. Her mind kept drifting back to the two of them…both of them, she couldn’t help it. She absent mindedly walked down the hallway and by the time she wondered where she was going, it was too late.
She stood in front of Barton’s bed room, or at least the bed room he had used before. She stared at the door, a sliver of light escaping through the cracks around the door. She didn’t know whether she should open the door and question Barton on how he had acted throughout the day or just walk away.
Part of her wanted to know why he had been acting like that… and what exactly that was around his neck, but the other half of her knew that she shouldn’t pry. She decided to open the door and see what Barton was doing.
Slowly she turned the knob, trying to keep it so he didn’t know she was entering. She glanced in a bit at first, not able to see anyone in the room. She opened the door all the way now. She stood frozen; one eye brow cocked as she saw someone she hadn’t expected too. She didn’t know what to say…so she just stood there looking stupid because rather then seeing Barton in his own room, she saw Darex.
The light that had been coming out of the room was from a small lamp on the bed side table. Darex was lying with his hands behind his head; half his body under the midnight silk sheets and the other half were bare. He smiled softly at her, his eyes seeming to dive into her once more.
The room had changed quite a bit since her last…visit. It was darker then before. It had been almost pure white the last time, everything done out in silk it seemed. Now it was decorated in dark purples, vibrant crimson’s, and an odd shade of midnight. The colors blended together perfectly, but Trowa’s interior design did not bother Shy right now. What bothered her was…why was Darex in here?
She quickly glanced around the room in an attempt to locate Barton, but she failed. Instead she reached out with her senses and located him…about ten feet away in the refresher. The door was closed, but the light was on so she wasn’t mistaken.
“Did you need something?” Darex spoke up from his seated position in the bed. That question, coupled with her previous thoughts did nothing to help her mind set. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, as she was sure Darex would never do the things she was thinking of…
A slight shiver ran down her spine, her arms covered in goose bumps…all from just being around him in this room, him with his shirt off and in that bed. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know why she had walked to this room…or why he was even in this room to start with.
Just as she opened her mouth to reply, the refresher room door opened up. Both Darex and Shy-ree glanced over. Trowa stood in the door way, with nothing but the color in his cheeks on him. This was the only time Shy had ever seen him blush in any way, but not the first time she had seen him without any clothes. She struggled to keep her eyes focusing at, at least chest level but she allowed her self to slip downwards only once…and she noticed something new now, a piercing Barton had. It was at the base of his manly hood, one of the better spots by far for such a thing, as it actually could serve a purpose in there.
She looked over to Darex, whose facial expression had not changed much. “I…uh…I…” She couldn’t get the words out, she was now blushing and standing there like a complete idiot. Trowa looked over to Darex, who nodded his head at him.
As Darex nodded his head, Trowa moved from his position, a small piece of metal glinting in the light once more, she knew something was there now…but with the way his head was tilted and his hair drifting down around his head she could not tell what it was.
She shifted on her feet uncomfortably looking between the two of them then resting her gaze on her feet. She didn’t know what to think now, her mind was racing, her heart was beating faster then it ever had. Then she looked back up…Trowa was standing in front of her now. She looked upwards at his face, now able to see just what it was around his neck.
It was a collar of sorts, with a metal tag on it. She did not get a chance to read the tag though, as at the moment she tried too…he leaned inwards towards her. He stopped just inches from her lips…His hair was lightly brushing her forehead as his eyes met hers.
She could feel a deep yearning for him; she had not easily forgotten their last encounter. But she didn’t think she should…after all what would Darex be thinking right now? She pulled back slightly away from Barton. She looked up at him once more before slipping away out of his side, leaving him standing there by himself.
She now stood in between the bed and Barton, not knowing what to do. “I…I…” She wasn’t able to gather enough thought process to say anything but she didn’t need to, she could feel a new presence…a soothing one flowing into her. Darex was using the force to calm her down just a bit and relax her. She looked over to him as he got up out of the bed. He had on a nice pair of black silk boxers. She couldn’t help but glance down at them.
He moved his hand up, towards her face lightly taking hold of it by the side and turning it up and to the right some to face him. His smile was so nice…so tender…his lips were right there…so good looking. She closed her eyes as the soothing effects of the light washed over her. It had seemed like an eternity that she had her eyes closed, but in reality it was only a few seconds before his lips lightly brushed hers.
The feeling of his lips on hers was amazing, it was everything she had wanted…he rested his hands lightly in the small of her back as he pulled away from her lips…pulling her lip outwards with his teeth. He let go of her lip only to begin kissing her neck, as she leaned her head upwards to allow him easier access she felt a second pair of lips on her, Barton’s. His lip’s had a slight cold tinge to them, but it felt good. He moved around front, switching spots with Darex briefly. As Darex continued what he had started Barton moved forward, his lush lips now meeting Shy’s. His tongue flickered out of his mouth and began to dance and twirl with Shy’s. The piercing in his tongue moving along with it, making it all that much better as his hands searched her body.
Barton backed away briefly now, watching as Darex slipped the top of Shy’s robes off. As he moved back towards her, Darex stopped him. He nodded over to the chair and Barton moved over to it and sat down. Watching as Darex moved towards the bed.
“Well, do you?” Shy came out of the dream like state that she had been in and looked up at Darex still in the bed half covered. “It was only a day dream…” She looked up to him, franticly searching her mind for something…anything to tell him. She looked over at the bathroom light, which was still on. She grinned a bit at the thought of Barton actually being in there…
“Is someone in there?” She motioned towards the bathroom door as she spoke. A quiet excitement within her, as what if he really was in there? She watched as Darex looked over to the room then smiled.
“Oh, I just forgot to turn it off when I was in there a little while ago.” With the flick of his wrist the light went out and her heart had already sunk back into its natural position. She sighed and glanced around once more, something caught her eye in the corner. It was a small object that flashed as a bit of light hit it. Barton was off sitting in a chair in the corner.
“How did I miss him…he is right there.” A thought of him in the nude once more flashed into her mind as she noticed him wink at her. It was then that it hit her…it was him. He is the reason she had that day dream. He had spoken of a power that allowed him to install such thoughts that could arouse any kind of emotion.
She glared at him for a brief second before turning to Darex once more. He was still watching her, in what seemed to be a careful manner. She spoke, her voice a little off now as Barton continued to allow slight images to pass into her head.
“I…just walked up to the wrong door, I am going to go to bed now…sleep well.” As she said the last word her voice jumped up to a little bit of a higher note. Something had just pressed against a portion of her, in a rather pleasurable way at that. She looked down and around her to check and see if anything was around her…but nothing. She looked in Trowa’s direction; she could tell he was suppressing a grin.
She turned on her heel and walked out of the room quickly. She moved towards the bed room she had used last time. The sound of a door opening was heard, but when she turned to look at Derex’s door it was still shut tight. She felt a slight brush of wind move past her as she continued on wards.
She opened the door, only to reveal another darkly decorated room. It was almost identical to Trowa’s…or what seemed to be Derex’s now. She entered the room and another thought flashed before her eyes…of Trowa’s hands now. His fingers where so long…When one thought about it, he was just a big toy with a lot of add-ons. He had the right piercings, the teeth, the drugs, the elongated fingers, and wasn’t doing to bad in the department down stairs. . .
“So, what’s on your mind tonight?” His tone did not hold any sarcasm or any of the usual mocking sounds…but instead had almost a sincere sound to it…almost. He was sitting on the bed she was supposed to sleep on.
“How dare he sit on my bed…” She glared at him as he sat there; looking innocent in his white silky pants…so thin…she could almost see threw them…”No.” She cleared her mind.
“You mind getting out of my bed?” Her tone was a bit cold…but it was an obvious forced cold. She kept a straight face but Barton didn’t he just grinned…that same big grin that he always had. Made him look stupid. But that didn’t disrupt the thoughts of what him and his tongue could do…
“Well, I was told to do what you want…so of course I don’t mind…” He watched her face for a reaction to what he had just said, but one wasn’t visible at first. He continued to watch her, his odd eyes boring into her body.
She didn’t know what to say to that, he had a way with making her like that. “…Told to do what you want…” She didn’t understand…Trowa had never taken orders from anyone… but then again, the way he had been acting towards Darex was indeed odd. She felt an identical push as she had before…she moved upwards at it, her eyes shutting just a bit at it, It had felt better then anything else she had experienced in life…thus far.
“What do you mean by that?” She couldn’t conceal the pleasure in her tone, as great as she had tried too. She knew he would get cocky over that…even if it wasn’t him that was doing it. She opened up her senses so she would be able to tell where it was coming from. There was an abnormal energy flowing around her body, and as she suspected it was emanating from Trowa.
“It means, I was told to listen to everything you say and take it as law.” The words left his mouth with not even the faintest trace of sarcasm or any other tone meant in a bad or mocking way. He got up from the bed and walked over near her slowly, his eyes focused on her.
“And judging from what I read on your mind back on Mimban, I think I have a general idea of what you want…” He had that same smug look on his face now…the one she just wanted to rip off. But as she opened her mouth to speak, she was stopped not by Trowa speaking but by him leaning in quickly and kissing her and with her mouth already open he slipped his tongue in with hers.
Rather then just standing there like an idiot, she savored the feeling of his tongue on hers before pushing him back just a bit. “So you are mine now then…” It was not a question but more of a statement as she pushed him backwards. She could feel the force pushing down on key spots in her body, sending electric shivers up and down her spine. She was jerking up just a bit at each one as he grinned.
Pushing him onto the bed, she quickly followed, once more allowing her lush lips to meet his. She loved the feeling she got from his tongue piercing…and she wanted to know the full extent of its use soon…but as she toyed with his tongue she could feel his hands caressing her body, slipping further down her back with each second. He was using the force pushing into her still…his hands felt amazing as each piece of flesh they touched exploded in abruptly ended pleasure from them.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes, practically reading what she wanted just from them. He grinned and continued on as his hands shifted from being just outside of her upper robes to under her lower robes. He moved them just a bit further downwards before he began to toy with her…causing her to build up a moan in her throat. She broke away from his lips and let it out; as she did he began to kiss her neck, gently biting at it as he did.
He allowed his fingers to stop just toying with her and show her the extent of their usefulness by moving them into her slowly, the force still being manipulated to add to the feeling.
Trowa smiled in satisfaction as his fingers were now covered now covered in a nice moistness. He continued to slip his fingers in and out of her, paying great attention to each part of her. He bit into her neck just a bit harder now, drawing a thin line of blood. He hadn’t meant to…but he had not yet grown used to his teeth.
He leaned upwards and shifted positions with her, so that she was on bottom. Using his free hand he began to pull off the top portion of her robes. He had a bit of trouble doing such, as now Shy was moving about at his every touch.
Her face held an expression of deep lust…and even deeper pleasure. Barton looked down at her chest. Her nipples stood on end, awaiting him. He grinned as he pushed his, now two fingers, into her deeper then before. Her body jerked upwards as she released a moan. He bent down over her and twisted his tongue around her left nipple. His tongue worked magic…twisting and twirling all around her nipples…gently he bit down on them, sucked on them driving her closer and closer to her edge.
He could feel that she was nearing her edge now…so he slowed down. Pulling his fingers out and his hand up, he slowly began to kiss her chest…then her stomach slowly, ever so slowly making his way downwards. Once he reached the brim of her pants he pulled it up just a bit, then looked up at her…he could tell she wanted it so badly. So he continued to pull down the soft clothe material that was her pants. Once he had it down and off of her he continued to make his way further down.
Once he arrived at his destination he flicked his tongue around the outside…teasing her just a bit…making her moan and want more. He closed his eyes and savored her flavor…so much different from the coppery taste he had gotten from her not to long ago. Once he brought her back towards her edge he slipped his pierced tongue inside her. He probed her with it, moving it about quickly and efficiently. Her body began to tremble slightly as he continued onwards.
He used the force to pinch and slightly pull at her erect nipples as to not leave any part unattended too. Once she had reached her edge, he made sure to push her over it with force, continuing to probe her with his tongue through the duration of her orgasm.
Once she was finished he began to kiss his way back up to her lips. Slowly, savoring each inch of her body he went upwards…once he made it back up to her lips he began to kiss her deeply once more. He could feel her hand slipping downwards and grabbing him now. His body lurched upwards at her grip as she slowly tightened on him.
He gasp escaped his mouth as her nails began to dig in and he fell over beside her. The pain from her doing such was immense, and she was grinning the whole time. She squeezed one last time before he fell over the side of the bed and onto the floor. She got up and stood over him.
“I always wanted to do that to you…you were always an egotistical asshole, well now you are my bitch.” Her tone was full of sadistic triumph. She leaned down, pressing her knee into his crotch once more, and kiss him. After that she slipped on some pants and moved towards the bed. She quickly drifted off to sleep, feeling quite good mentally and physically.
She woke to the soft patter of rain on the roof top. She sat up and stretched, accompanying it with a yawn. Slowly she got up, wrapping the silk sheets around her and moving towards the window. Shy-ree looked out onto the lake as the soft drops of rain broke its surface. The lake had looked so calm the night before…yet now the surface was broken and distorted.
She glanced over her shoulder to where Trowa still lay, asleep. He had not moved from the position she left him in. He was now curled up into a ball, he was shivering just a bit as it was cold and all he had on was a thin pair of silk pants. She moved over towards him and slipped the silk off from around her shoulders and placed it over him in an attempt to warm him up.
She spoke softly to no one really but herself. “Can’t have my new pet freezing now can I?” She walked towards the refreshed and hoped in. She slowly cleaned herself up, her mind drifting away from her every so often. Shy finished up and moved down towards the kitchen; Trowa was not where she had left him…he must have gotten up and left.
Trowa and Darex were both sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast quietly when she walked in. Darex smiled and nodded at her before speaking. “So, how was your night?” His tone hinted that he might know what had happened but she wasn’t so sure he did.
“It was…alright I suppose, nothing special.” She glanced over at Barton as she spoke, noticing him flinch just a bit at her words. She smiled inside knowing that her words would irritate him, but at the same time it would make him work harder to be better.
Darex broke her train of thought as he spoke up. “It was alright? So you did something after leaving my room rather then going to bed then?” He sat there with what almost appeared to be a look of smug satisfaction with him, but Shy could not tell.
“Just…hung around with Barton for a while I suppose…speaking of which I need to talk to him, I will see you in a bit Darex.” She moved back out of the room without getting anything to eat, but expecting Trowa to follow. She did not have to turn around to hear his footsteps behind her almost immediately.
She walked towards the basement, knowing where it was as she had once danced with Trowa in there. He was a great dancer, better then any one she had ever danced with at least. She could never figure out how he knew how to dance so well, but then again she didn’t know a whole lot about him. She pushed the thought from her mind; she had other things to do.
Once in the basement she walked over to the supply cabinet and grabbed some zip ties. She turned to Trowa who was standing over by a wooden chair. “Take a seat…relax a bit.” She waited for Trowa to just as he as told and did not have to wait but a few seconds. Quickly she walked over behind him and gripped his wrists, using the zip ties to hold him in place. She put quite a few on him, as shy knew how strong he was. Of course if he wanted out he could still get out…but she doubted he would try.
She quickly moved around in front of him looking him over. “What did you tell him.” Her hand moved about his body, caressing it in an attempt to make him talk. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back…”I didn’t tell him anything.” She tightened her grip as she had the night before causing him to move upwards a bit and release a slight grunt.
“I asked you a question, now answer me.” Her tone was solid as was her grip. His eyes burst open as she tightened it further, using the force to assist her. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to speak now. She loosened her grip enough for him to catch his breath now and speak.
“I…didn’t tell him he took it from my mind…” He was now breathing rapidly his eyes wide with a slight smile on his face. He looked down at Shy’s hand as it further loosened its grip to his dismay. But rather then get up and just leave him there…she began to slowly pull down his silk pants to reveal his hard flesh. That was all he would be considered…a tool that is the way he liked it though, to just be a tool of others pleasure. She gripped him and slowly began to massage his hard piece of flesh, running both hands up and down it…building up the pressure she applied at a leisurely pace. A soft moan escaped his lips as she continued for a bit…she could feel him twitch in her hands as he was nearing his edge, so she stopped to let him come down from it.
He looked at her not saying a word, but his eyes begging her to let him come. She watched him, considering whether she would or not…after all it was all in her hands. She leaned down and quickly flicked her tongue over his crown, licking away the precome that had gathered at his tip.
“Having…fun, are we?” Shy jerked up at the voice, but did not turn around. She already knew who it was…it could only be one person. She didn’t know what to say…she didn’t know how he would react to such a scene. Her heart had frozen for the few brief seconds that held no sound. But then she heard his footsteps slowing walking over towards her. She turned around and looked up at him, his eyes meeting hers.
“I do feel kind of left out…not being invited and all.” He moved closer to her, smiling his lips inches from her as if he was about to kiss her…but instead he turned and cut Barton’s restraints. Shy let out a sigh as once more…she was so close and yet so far away still. She watched him as he lifted Trowa to his feet and pointed him over towards the corner…towards the bed? She carefully observed the two; it was obvious that there was something she had missed. She looked past Darex and into Trowa’s eyes…they were full of lust, but he was not looking at her.
She followed behind them quietly…watching as Darex led Trowa to the bed, before looking over to Shy. “Care to join us?” His tone was mesmerizing now, she couldn’t resist but to walk up beside him. He wrapped his left arm around her back and leaned in, his mouth softly moving over hers. Her body shivered with joy as his fingers slipped up and down her spine. She strayed from his touch just a bit, forcing her to move forward pressing her body closer to his.
Even the extreme control of a Jedi could not control all natural body functions…but for most they would not wish to have such things controlled. Shy could feel Darex was thoroughly enjoying her touch and kiss. Barton had taken a seat on the bed watching the two of them. Even with just a glance she could tell he too was enjoying it. The visions that Trowa had given her just the night before now slipped back into her mind…once again taking control.
She squirmed under Darex’s touch wanting him to touch her in more places then just along her spine…But before she even had a chance at another thought Darex had broken their kiss and looked her in the eyes, his hands slipping around to grip her robes and left them up and off. He traced his finger ever so lightly across her lips, down to her neck, then around her nipples as she quaked with pleasure just at his touch. Then his finger was gone…he had moved over to Barton.
Barton now had his head hanging over the bottom end of the bed, the silk fabric that was his pants had a massive bulge in them. “You look uncomfortable, you should take those off.” Darex spoke to Trowa softly, but turned to Shy once finished. He pulled her over to him as she watched Trowa slip off his pants…
Darex spun her around so her back was no to Trowa. He held her hips taught and began to kiss her deeply, moving back just a bit only to nibble on her lip. She could feel his grip around her waist tighten as he lifted her upwards for a brief second, only to set her back down on the bed, she was now straddling Trowa’s face as Darex moved forward once more to continue what he had started.
As each of the men began to kiss her she squirmed, it felt incredible; Darex’s tongue was probing her mouth as Barton’s tongue was probing her at the same time. Slowly Darex made his way down to her chest were he continued to kiss and lap at her nipples. Sucking on them gently at first, nibbling a bit as well. She loved the feeling of Trowa’s pierced tongue inside of her. His tongue was quick and agile as it made its way all around her folds of skin in and out…flicking across the surface among things.
Her body shook just a bit, before Trowa pulled back not allowing her to reach her breaking point yet. “What is he doing…it is my job to tease not his…” She moved about as Darex pulled as well. She didn’t want either of them to leave…it was all to good. Was it just a dream, one about to turn bad?
Darex moved around to the side of the bed before speaking. “Shy, move over here…I’ve something I want to do…” He showed Shy how he wanted her. He moved her over the top of Barton in a sixty-nine position. She held her head back just a bit as Trowa was…hanging right in front of her. She could feel Trowa beginning to probe her once more, so she leaned forward just a bit and took him into her mouth. Her tongue twisting and twirling about as his was…Flicking over the top carefully, before moving to the under side and hitting the spots that made him moan into her. She could feel the pleasure building in her…struggling to hold back a deep moan. But in the end she failed and released a moan full of pleasure down his long shaft.
Trowa pulled back once more, but she did not bother to look back and see why…she was now moving at a steady pace up and down…almost hitting the stud that was at the base. She could feel his veins pulsating for sweet release, but each time he was at the edge…she would slow and not allow it.
Darex moved over and positioned himself above Shy, teasing Barton…drawing him away for a brief time. He allowed Trowa to go down on him for a few minutes before moving back and positioning himself behind Shy…he was going to give Trowa a front roll view. He moved into her slowly at first, causing her to move forward just a bit as it had surprised her. After a few minutes of moving slow Darex picked up the pace, he moved in and out quickly as Trowa watched. Shy neared her edge, the pleasure was immense and her vision was starting to blur from it. She moved her head upwards, Trowa slipping out of her mouth as he hit his breaking point.
Shy screamed out as Darex hit home one last time, pushing her into her orgasm as Trowa had hers. His white, hot seed shot out hitting her chest, face, mouth and a bit in her hair as her body lurched forward just a bit each time Darex moved forward.
She could now feel him filling her up as he couldn’t hold back anymore. She loved every second of it. As Darex pulled out she rolled over to the side of Barton and lay on her back. Trowa switched positions and moved up, once more kissing her.
It was only but a minute of further pleasure before Darex moved in and pulled Trowa away…She sat up, her energy sources non-existent as she had not eaten anything in a long while. She didn’t know what to think of it all…she had wanted this and it was a great time…but she had never expected it to actually happen. She watched the two men as the moved away a bit, over to a chair that was against the wall.
Darex sat down, pulling Barton down upon him. A dull thud of bodies slapping together was heard as Trowa began to kiss Darex. Shy watched every movement of the two as they kissed, Darex’s soft tongue breaking the defense’s that was Trowa’s lips.
He loved the feeling…his body against Darex’s, their lips pressed together in a extraordinary kiss. The tongues resembled two form IV light saber duelist…dancing around barely visible in their speed and movements. Yet still one of the best visual forms…in this cause best feeling duel styles out there.
Trowa’s hand slipped downwards, on a quest of sorts to find a sword. He sought out Darex’s flesh sword, gripping it tightly in his right hand…massaging it a bit loosening and tightening his grip at different areas of it. Trowa broke the kiss, moving back just a bit. He grinned at Darex then glanced over at Shy who was pleasuring herself to the two now, once seeing that he made his way down, taking Darex into his mouth.
Slowly, he cleaned off the natural lubricant. He twirled his tongue around the hard shaft as his hand still gripped the base of it. Trowa could feel Darex’s hand running threw his, as of late, unkempt hair. As the pleasure was building inside Darex, Trowa began to take him in deeper, he could feel Darex’s hardness pulsating for sweet release as it neared.
Darex stole a glance over at Shy, seeing her pleasuring herself sent him over the proverbial edge. Feeling the others orgasm arrive just made Trowa work harder, he swallowed all that he could as he listened to the other moan out. He cleaned Darex off completely before slipping him out of his mouth and whipping away a bit of the missed juices. He looked up at Darex as he sat there in orgasmic bliss. A small grin formed on his face as he looked between Shy and Darex.
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Spawn and Lady Raven Part 3: Dueling Death
Spawn and Lady Raven Pt. 3 (Dueling Death)
“Well that was refreshing” Lady Raven said licking her lips as they exited the pub.
“Yes that was refreshing” Spawn said to himself.
The way his hellpower surged through his body made him stronger.
The clock struck 11:30 p.m. and the moon was out in full view.
Street lights glowed like an airstrip in the night.
Spawn and Lady walked down Dawson St.
Just then a figure stepped into the street and lit a cigarette.
He had on a black shirt, blue Phat Farm jeans, and boots along with blood red dredlocks.
“Well, well if it isn’t the legendary Spawn” the man said.
“Who are you?” Spawn demanded, green eyes glowing.
She had looked at the man and said “Lucius is that you?”
“Yep” I said yellow eyes glowing through the cigarette smoke.
“But I’m not the same Lucius you knew ten years ago.”
“Of course you found some hellpower and now you’re a badass!” Spawn guessed, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“More than a badass they weren’t stolen but given to me by Clown.”
“Let me show you how real hellpower and vampiric power combined feels!”
Lucius’ fangs shone, eyes went from yellow to crimson, and his cigarette fell on the pavement, finished.
I threw the first punch which sent him into a nearby newspaper box.
“Now I’m pissed!”
“Figures Batman said you were formidable in a fight but damn you fighting like a pussy guess he was right about that.” I taunted.
Rising up off the now useless newspaper box he said: “You want a fight? then I’ll give you one!”
Spawn’s armor wrapped itself round his burnt face in rapid succession.
I watched in complete awe and fascination as the chains enclosed his mangled face.
“Now that is some cool ass shit!!” I laughed.
Then two long chains protruded from behind his back.
They were bright silver with sharp tiny mouths the size of my fist.
“Don’t kill him” Lady warned stepping off to light a cigarette of her own.
“Whatever” he said dismissing the question.
Fangs gleaming from the streetlights, Lucius laughed.
“He has no idea what’s in store for him” I thought.
Then a smooth breeze raked through my scarlet dredlocks.
The next instant they ran at each other head on.
Both of us jumped at each other, mid-air and his spiked fist punched me hard, cutting my face.
Then Spawn slammed Lucius into the street, breaking the foundation, leaving a small crater in the middle of the street.
Kicking Spawn off of me, I jumped up and gave him a super kick to his head.
He stumbled and fired a surge of hellpower at me.
I deflected it saying “Come on I want the real Spawn who shows no mercy, not the pussy action figure!!!!”
Next Lucius and Spawn unleashed blows of unchained anger and hate upon each other.Spawn tripped me and with one of my arms he grabbed it and slammed him savagely into a Chevy Caprice, destroying it completely.
Blood, red and green alike was spilled everywhere.
“Where did you get such power from?” Spawn said lifting a bloody Lucius up with his chains.
“Gift from Violator, asshole!” and Lucius spat scarlet blood into Spawn’s face.
“Insolent Fuck!!!” barked Spawn and he hurled me into a plate glass window of a lower office building.
It was now 1:13 a.m. Saturday morning.
Turning his back to the office building he said “That’s done with”
But it wasn’t.
Glass shards tinkling onto the ground, Lucius climbed out of the broken window.
Cut up, bloody, half-drained of hellpower, clothes torn in tatters, Lucius Draken spat and said “Wanda would’ve been better off with your friend anyway I can see how she dumped a fucking pussy like you!”
Shirt half gone from his right shoulder, Lucius snapped his fingers not once, but three times,
and three new figures appeared out of a swirling hellpower green colored mist.
They were Predator, Alien, and Spawn’s killer, Chapel.
Jumping on top of a streetlight I crouched and said “Admit Spawny boy you can’t defeat all of us by yourself can you now?” I cackled.
“But how can they be here now there all dead!!?!”
“I can resurrect anyone I please thanks to Violator’s little gift!”
“Well Spawn you want a second chance at killing me again?” Chapel’s deep voice taunted.
The seven foot tall ink black colored Alien hissed and swished it’s deadly tail back and forth.
Predator switched to chameleon mode and disappeared.
And Chapel leapt at Spawn followed by Alien.
Chapel come up short and fell flat on his skull covered face.
“You know I always hate it when a fight goes down and I’m not invited.” Batman said holding a line on Chapel’s legs.
“Took you long enough” Spawn sighed.
“Goody, Goody more fighting competition!” I clapped.
Lady Raven stood against the pub window and watched wanting to join the fight but knowing that she would be killed the instant she engaged any of them.
“Whut happened to you Lucius?” she whispered to herself as she lit a fresh cigarette.
Chapel grabbed the line and yanked pulling Batman down into a streetlight which broke sending bright yellow sparks up in the air.
Alien leapt at Spawn but was vaporized by a hellpower blast to it’s head, acidic cyan blood rained out from where it’s head use to be.
Spawn cried out in pain and said “You son of a bitch!”
I stood in front of him and grinned evilly “That’s right I play dirty!”
The smell of burning flesh twinged my senses making me thirsty for that metallic taste of blood.
He stood up and back-handed me into Chapel who was fighting Batman, five feet away.
“Hey watch it!” barked Chapel.
“Piss off and kill him already!”
I got up and ran at Spawn who was entangled with an invisible Predator.
“Take that” and Predator was slammed down hard onto a fire hydrant which went through his bronze plated armor for an instant kill.Then the fire hydrant top exploded off, sending a geyser of cold water high in the air.
Spawn leaned down and ripped off his head, then threw it into the street,.
Two down, two to go.
Chapel brought his sword down on Batman but he caught it.
Batman turned his sword so it punctured Chapel’s chest, killing the 6’5 giant.
Before his last bit of life left his body, Chapel punched through his enemy’s chest, killing him slowly.
Lucius speared Spawn through the pub’s window.
Lady Raven had moved just in time to avoid glass hitting her radiant face.
Both of them went through glass, dead corpses, and the wooden bar.
Bottles of JD, Bud, Zima, whiskey, and other things broke upon hitting them.
Pulling Spawn, the 6’8 giant to his feet, Lucius hurled him into a corner.
Clang! Clang! the clock stuck two.
The twin chains lanced out and pulled me down hard onto the beer-slicken floor.
Blood poured fresh from the back of Lucius’ head.
Next he flew out the front door and into the flooded street.
Spawn pounced him as he struggled to get up and shake off the dizzying blackness.
Unleashing an onslaught of punches, kicks, chain stabs, & whatever else he could use, Spawn was beating me viciously.
Hellpower diminishing, strength faltering, defense dying, I was at death’s door.
Then I felt his chains pierce my shoulders and lift me up and slam me down hard, breaking more bones in my body.
Spawn retracted his chains and held up his right hand.
“Now you die vampire!”
And a surging energy ball of hellpower rested in his palm.
The next instant Lady Raven was over top of Lucius.
“No ! You promised Al that you wouldn’t kill him!”
Tears were flowing out of her seaweed eyes as she challenged Spawn’s gaze.
“Why shouldn’t I kill him after everything he’s done? TELL ME!!”
“Because he’s my sire that’s why!!!!” and no longer able to hold in the grief she wailed sending cries echoing through the alleyways and empty streets.
Using whut remaining hellpower I had Lucius split it between him and Batman.
She gazed into his eyes and looked for a hint the Lucius that she once knew.
Then she saw it and caressed his bloody cheek, crying for him.
“Lucius why did you do it?” she whispered so gently that I couldn’t even hear her.
The next instant Lucius’ bloody, cut up, tattered clothed body vanished in a swirl of blue smoke.
The blue vapor drifted over to Batman’s dying corpse and healed him.
“Spawn!” croaked Batman.
“Lady will———” began Spawn.
“Leave me the Fuck alone!!!” and she went into the night.
Spawn went over and helped Batman to his feet.
“You know what?” Batman groaned.
“What’s that?”
“Consider the hatchet buried.”
Lower East Side of Queens Apt. 4B 2:47 a.m.
Lady Raven had found his apartment after following bits of blood here and there.
Standing outside of Lucius’ apartment building, black low cut dress swaying lightly, Lady wept heavily.
Reliving that final act of desperation by saving Batman’s life, Lucius gave his own life and vanished in his beloved’s arms.
That sight weighed heavily on her heart that she fell to her knees crying, begging for the sun to come and take her life away.
Standing up she didn’t wanna believe that her sire was gone.
Approaching apt. 4B, furiously wiping away tears, Lady Raven reached out with a shaky right hand it wrapped around the doorknob, turning the knob the door creaked open.
The apt. was dark, except for the streetlights and brightly lit billboards which gave way to some illumination.
Walking in she gently closed the door.
She sat down on an upside down crate and wailed with her head in her lap.
Ginger hair spilled down over her face giving a sort of private curtain in which to cry.
There was a mix of blood, magnolia, and pink roses along with death in his apt.
Ten minutes later there was a cough followed with a splat of blood, accompanied by “Dammit!” and a groan.
Quick as a rabbit, Lady got up and said “Lucius is that you?”
“Yep” I groaned and limped out of the shadows.
“Oh My God your alive!!! Jesus Christ you’re a Fucking train wreck!!!”
Next she enfolded me in a lover’s embrace but then backed away in horror.
“You’ve got holes in your back!” cried Lady looking at her blood covered hands.
“Why did you do it?”
“Wasn’t in control………Needed little power boost………uuuhhhhhhhhhh………”
And he fell against her left shoulder, K.O.’d.
“You MotherFucker! Don’t you die on me! Not Now!” Lady Raven cried as she slapped his cut up face to awaken him.
“Fuck Stop it!” I moaned in pain.
“Where are your fangs at?”
“Gone smashed out from the fight uhhhhhhh I need to feed please help me!!!” I grimaced.
“Hold on Baby”
Half-walking and half-limping I made my way to the bed with her help.
“You need to get out of these clothes your gonna get sick and die on me!”
“Uh-huh”
Gently and carefully she ripped off his tattered shirt, followed by his jeans and then his boots.
Laying against the wooden bed frame, Lady Raven helped ease me into her lap.
Bloody back against silk dress, I groaned in pain and sighed.
Cutting her right wrist with a switchblade, Lady put her bleeding wrist to my dry lips, and slowly I drank from her blood.
At 4:57 a.m. Lucius was sound asleep and half-healed from her blood offering.
Wrist wound closed, Lady covered both of them with a maroon sheet.
The sun was starting to rise which was bad for her because she wasn’t a daywalker like her sire.
On the night stand lay a small silver remote with a red button in it’s center, pressing it all of the windows turned pitch black in the bedroom and with that she fell asleep, her head resting atop his.
I awoke at 9:45 saturday night feeling groggy and half energized, getting up I felt beyond exhausted but he had to get up.
Just then Lady walked in from the kitchen wearing one of my shirts.
“Good your awake how are you feeling baby?”
“Fucked up”
“I’m just glad your alive Lucius”
Just about all of his wounds had healed up halfway but still Lucius had to learn how to become a vampire again, and she would teach him.
At 10:30 Lucius was sitting in the bathtub letting the hot water wash away dried blood, muscle ache, and pain.
Lady Raven walked in, soap and soapbrush in hand plus her hair was in a loose bun with two strands hanging down on either side.
“Lean up I gotta do your back”
Softly she scrubbed off the dried blood and rinsed his body clean.
Bawling the sleeves up, she leaned his body back against the warm ceramic bathtub.
Then she began massaging his shoulders.
I moaned and smacked my lips together and said “That’s the ticket”
Still massaging his shoulders Lady leaned up and kissed him fully with love.
I kissed back, coaxing her soft, silky hair.
Breaking off the liplock I said “We’ll have to do again sometime after I’ve healed up completely.”
“Yea I guess so” she replied handing him a towel.
Then after a tasty brunette that she had brought up for him, he fell asleep in Lady’s arms.
Over the next four months Lucius trained long and hard, day and night to become a vampire once again.
His teeth grew back, instincts had improved far better than before.
Lady moved in with Lucius for awhile.
In late May while Lucius slept one night, Spawn paid a visit.
Up on the roof, Spawn was taking in the smooth night air, his pristine fire engine red cape was blowing out behind him, he sighed contentedly.
“Hello Spawn” she said approaching him.
“Lady” he answered, bowing in respect.
“How is Lucius doing?”
“Pretty much 100% and he said that he wasn’t in control”
“If not him, then who?”
“He said it was Violator controlling him.”
“That ignorant little shit!!”
“But he admitted to having made a deal with him to destroy you by any means possible”
They talked some more and Spawn left saying “At least in the end he tricked Violator through his sacrifice and that tell him I said thank you”
“Your welcome Spawn” I said leaning against the roof’s door entrance.
Clothed in all red except for his black jacket, he back-flipped off the rooftop exploding into a flock of bats.
He got back home round 3:30 a.m. Tuesday morning after hitting a few bars and feeding off a pretty blonde girl named Julie.
Creeping into his bedroom he undressed down to his silk black Phat Farm boxers and climbed in bed.
Draping an arm over her stomach, I pulled her close to me.”Have fun, love?” she said rubbing his right hand.
“Uh-huh” I yawned.
Then her eyes shot wide open.
“Tell me that is a flashlight on my ass”
“Nope not at all” I grinned.
Then my hand moved to her right breast which I caressed smoothly.
“You’re a horny little toad!!!” God why didn’t you lose your dick when you were fighting?”
“Because I would be lost without out it”
Come mid march Spawn went to hell and confronted Violator and after a grueling 45 mins. of blood and carnage Spawn emerged victor.
On April 15th at 6:30 p.m. Monday evening Lady Raven was taking a hot bath.
I walked in and crouched down behind her.
Lucius had on a black NY muscle shirt, blue faded jeans by Tommy Hilfiger, and black Lugz.
My hands crept up to massage her damp shoulders and at first she jumped cause I startled her but then she relaxed.
Sliding underneath the bubbled surface she untied her hair and shook it out then resurfaced to shampoo it.
“Hurry up” he said rubbing her neck.
“Why?” Lady replied applying Garnier Fructis to her wet ginger hair.
“Get dressed we’re going out for a little fun” then I kissed her neck and walked out.
Sitting on the leather couch I flipped round the t.v. to find something to watch.
Lady walked in the room then wearing a towel round her body, her ginger hair clung to her shoulders half dried.
“I’ll be done in ten minutes or so.”
“A’ight” I said glancing at her lovingly.
In his room, Lady put a window up and a comforting breeze blew in, dropping her towel to reveal her luscious naked body, she invited the wind upon her.
The wind raked over her body giving her goosebumps, perking her nipples, making them erect, and blowing her hair this way and that.
The moon shone on her like a movie star.
For five minutes she stood there and then she got dressed.
Approaching him from behind, Lady let her fingers run down his firm, taut, muscular chest.
“You ready to go?”
“Yep” and she kissed me lightly on my scruffy cheek.
They got into his 1978 Mustang GTO T-Top and drove off into the night.
Arriving at St. Elmo’s Bar in Queens an hour later they parked and went in.
She got out and straightened her green sweater and brushed off her blue Lee jeans.
she ordered a screwdriver (O.J. & Vodka) for herself and a club soda for Lucius while he sat in the corner booth, smoking a cigarette.
Five minutes later they finished their drinks and Lucius lit another Newport with his Zippo.
“Well are ya ready to go?” she asked
“Yeah” and they left.
But as they were leaving two burly heavy-set cowboys walked in and one of them smacked her ass.
Grabbing him, I picked him up and growled “What’s your name?””Lester!!” he stuttered out.
“Please put me down!”
And I dropped him on his fat, smelly ass.
“Don’t you ever touch me or any other woman like that again or you’ll be sorry!!”
Lady warned and she kicked him hard in the balls.
Then we left out, tires squealing.
Speeding through alleys and side streets we arrived at Wall St.
At 8:30 p.m. Wall St. was semi-filled then in the day.
An attractive, green-eyed woman in her 30’s was walking down the sidewalk.
Her bright blonde hair was in a tight glistening bun, a fur coat of mink covered her body, diamonds covered her ears and fingers, plus she wore a white dress.
Lady launched herself at goldilocks.
Then shoving her into the wall, she savagely sank her fangs into her neck and drank hungrily.
After sometime had passed I walked up and Lady first dropped the drained blonde and then pounced me.
“What’s gotten into you pet?”
“I think she had some of that Niagra juice and it’s having a very profound effect on me!” she giggled and kissed me blood on her lips and breath.
“Great your horny!” Lucius said throwing his hands, laughing.
“Guess so and I wanna fuck!!” Lady said as she pinched my ass.
Taking the dead blonde’s coat, jewels, and money, the two of them went home.
Bursting in the door, Lady Raven and Lucius were kissing each other madly.
Lucius shut the door and backed Lady up against it.
Breaking off the liplock I said “Slow down! Damn!” then I walked over to the couch and sat down, tossing my coat onto a chair along with the dead ladies things.
It was 11:38 p.m. when they got home.
She came over and sat down, stroking my neck playfully.
Next she leaned over and began kissing my neck, I was relaxed and all but Lady was moving so quick and fast.
Then she sitting in my lap, kissing my lips.
So I gave into her seduction, lips meeting lips, tongues massaging tongues.
My fingers ran all over her succulent body then she stopped kissing and ripped my shirt open, in turn her icy fingers danced all over my chest and stomach.
Lady giggled and bit my lower lip.
Then she unzipped my fly and grabbed my dick.
“Mmmmmm” she growled in a lustful smile.
Unzipping her fly I let her glide my dick into her hungry clit.
Then she was riding me, gripping my shoulders tightly, but I ignored the pain.
Cries of “Oh My God!”, “Yes!!”, and “More Lucius More!” was like music to my ears.
My hands snaked their way up the front of her sweater to caress her soft, smooth, large breasts.
Squeezing them, Lady moaned in sheer pleasure.
Then my left hand moved down to hold her right thigh and five minutes later I cummed.
“Holy Shit! That felt good!” I said panting heavily.
“Same here me too” Lady replied wiping her face.
Next she pulled her ponytail out and ginger hair swirled around like a smooth breeze.Then I ripped off her sweater and her breasts jutted forth.
Covering them up she said “Naughty boy caught your hand in the cookie jar!”
“I’ll give you cookie jar!” and I vigorously tickled her sides.
She screamed and tried to stop my tickling fingers, but couldn’t to no avail.
Then she got up and ran away.
I got up and followed her around the apartment.
After ten minutes of chasing I pinned her against the entrance to my room beside my door.
Breathing heavily, both of us laughed.
“You wearing a bondage thong?”
“Yea pink with little metal clips on the front.” she answered pulling up two pink straps with her thumbs.
“Cute so now whut do you want to do now? Fuck me with a dildo?”
“The idea had come to mind”
Lady Raven turned then for the bedroom and I pinned her against the wall, gently.
With her back to me I leaned against her, kissing the right side of her neck.
My dick was pressed against her ass, bent down.
“Now I know that isn’t a flashlight!” she moaned, left hand coaxing the back of my head.
Slipping my hands underneath her thong straps I squeezed her hips.
I let my dick bend up and pressed it against her ass this time, dry humping.
Five minutes later I stopped and she tugged at my jeans, pulling me in the bedroom.
Then we got in bed, fully nude, and I went on her doggystyle.
She winced at first but then she relaxed.
Moans, groans, panting, and gasping followed throughout the night.
Next she growled, grabbed my right arm, and fed from it.
Blood dripped onto the sheets but I didn’t care.
I stopped and laid down next to Lady.
She climbed on top of my dick which went into her hungry clit.
Reaching up I grasped her tender cold breasts and erect nipples.
Then she french kissed me as I squeezed her chest.
Moving my hands she placed them on her firm butt, which I gripped tightly
She bit my right shoulder and drank of my blood, I moaned and gasped, digging my nails deeply in her butt.
Then I had a three minute turgid erection.
Releasing her bite, Lady moaned and gasped in ecstacy.
Sweeping her hair back I asked “Are you okay?”
“Just peachy” she laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Your cross-eyed”
Blinking several times my eyes straightened.
Lady rolled onto her back and pulled the sheet up to her chin.
Both of us were caked in sweat.
Twenty minutes later I fed from her nape.
Two hours later we were at it again.
After many orgasms, cries of ecstacy, Lady fell asleep after I tasted her juices.
Lucius sat on the windowsill wearing his jeans, with his left leg on the sill and his right on the floor.
It was 3:42 a.m. as Lady rolled over to find that the bed was empty.She got up and covering herself with the bedsheet, she walked over to Lucius and kissed his cheek.
“What’s wrong?” she asked worried.
“That shouldnt’ve happened” I answered gesturing at the bed.
“Well it did my dear and your right about that.”
He then stood up and held her right arm which was across his neck and kissed it and affectionately.
Then the two of them got back in bed and fell asleep in each other arms in a dreamless sleep.
THE END
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Police Work
The air in the car was rank, mostly due to the smoke from the three packs of cigarettes that had been smoked inside it over the last two hours and partly from the fact that the car was never clean to begin with. Perched on the back seat was a gym bag, filled to bursting with sweat soaked clothes and stale socks. Next to it was a forlorn stack of pizza boxes six layers deep with crusted cheese and sauce sandwiched between them like some god forsaken glue desperately trying to hold them together. Not least of all was a putrid stench welling up from beneath the passenger’s seat, the origins of which were as yet unknown and for all Glen Beagle cared it could stay that way. This was his stake out vehicle, and sometimes you had to get right into people’s heads. The people he chased every day were deranged sickos, used to wallowing in their own filth. Heaven forbid, these dirty pimps and whores would even have liked his car. Oh yeah, he was sure one of those good for nothing pencil dick coke snorting cock suckers would just love to get their hands on it, it would be a rare find. It would keep them coked and jazzed up to their eye balls for a week on heroin if they could stay conscious long enough to strip it for parts.
Yeah, that was it, sometimes you had to get into character, even if it meant assuming the mentality of a dirty cunt licker. As he thought this, he watched a girl sauntering down the street towards him. She was wearing a short red miniskirt, her dishevelled dirty blonde hair drawn across her face and she walked with laboured strides, pausing every so often to have a confused look around her. She wore as well a worn looking jacket with plush fur around the cuffs and collar that framed her head like a frosted halo. Surely the material had once been white, before it took on its current vomit inducing hues of brown and grey, just as surely as anyone with one good eye would have been able to see she was a prostitute, not to mention the fact that she was an addict looking for a way to pay for her next fix. She kept scratching at her arm and silently mouthing a vehement conversation to herself.
Slowly she made her way unsteadily to Glen’s black and beat up old Toyota. Course it was a Toyota, that’s the kind of shit these people drove. You had to understand them, they were at the bottom of the pile and that’s the way it would always be. A Ford in these parts? Ha, you could forget that one buddy. That was too good for these people, those were only driven by the drug dealers who’d really made it around here who could at least afford to buy hub caps to go with their death-traps. Those kinds of people would be going out for attention, and Glen wasn’t going for attention. He’d been patiently watching the house two blocks down on the opposite side of the street, watching the lights flickering and the shadows moving behind thread bare veils, like a silent shadow-play pantomime. It had been five hours, and he was tired and frustrated.
The hooker finally reached his car, and with one slender, manicured hand, she wrapped a soft tattoo on the window. Immediately, it made Glen’s blood boil. In his one hand he held a can of iced tea, and his fist now began to clamp down on it, squeezing it as he tried to control his annoyance, but it was a losing battle. The whore knocked on the window again, this time a little bit more persistent, and he faintly heard her say, “Hey Mister, I can help you if you’ve got a hundred bucks.”
But the voice was very faint indeed. In his mind he was trying to go over how many times he’d been through this shit, how many times girls like her just didn’t fucking understand… No matter how told a bitch like her, they’d never listen. No wonder the world was going down the shitter, how could you trust anyone in this world? The more he gritted his teeth and tried to control it, the tighter his hand squeezed on the can, constricting it and savouring the steady rhythmic crumpling sound it made, enjoying the sharp exquisite pain that pierced his palm as he squeezed it, feeling the metal pierce into his skin. A third, rather urgent knock on the window snapped him out of it, and he abruptly let go of the can which clanked to the floor of the car. He was breathing heavily now and he hadn’t even noticed, and he felt slightly cold from a thin layer of sweat that had formed on his torso and most noticeably of all he was slightly hard.
“Glen…” he heard through the window, a panicked whisper.
With that he gave an exasperated grunt and fiercely cranked down the window, shooting out his hand and tightly grabbing onto the wench’s wrists, forcefully wrenching it towards him, forcing her head through the open window, but not before she cracked her forehead against the frame on the way in. Her neck whipped back with a sickening crack, and she let out a muted, terrified shriek.
“How many times have I told you,” he hissed, looking straight into her terrified grey eyes, shaking with rage. “You stupid, stupid… How many time?! Never use names! And what the fuck is this…”
Saying this he wrenched her arm around, causing her shoulder to pop loudly and forcing out another pained squeak. He stared at her nails, painted bright red and freshly manicured, obviously not the hands of a street whore. How many time had he told her about blending in? But this stupid girl never listened. She might as well be a whore, so that he could slap some sense into her, though he doubted if she’d even make a could tramp. She was fucked enough as a police officer. To make matters worse she’d fucked up the code phrase. She was meant to ask for one hundred and seven dollars, not one hundred.
“I’m sorry!” She yelped, terrified and in pain, contorting her body sideways to try relieve the pain in her arm. She was so closed to him her face was firmly pressed up against his muscular shoulder. She could smell him, the smell of sweat, of cigarettes, and another smell that wasn’t ever too far away from the Inspector Glen Beagle, alcohol.
Roughly, he shoved her back through the window, looking at her with contempt but also an expectant air. Quickly, she swallowed and tried to ignore the pain in her right arm, which hung limp by her side, her left hand wrapped around the shoulder.
“The two men inside just left, there’s only him and an unknown female inside.”
Glen grunted, apparently sated if not satisfied. He popped open the glove compartment and removed a dull metal pistol and a set of brass knuckles, stained and covered in a crusted layer of blood. He had a raging hard on now that he was trying very hard to ignore. Now was time for business, police work. He’d be able to find some whore around here somewhere when he was done and satisfy himself with her, but for now he had work to do. He slipped the brass knuckles into the pocket of his jacket, sullenly handing the gun to the sergeant standing outside, freezing to death in her hooker get up. She fumbled with the gun for a second, the attempt to take it sending a sliver of pain up her bruised arm. It wasn’t the first time he’d hurt her. It was probably sprained. She’d probably deserved it, too. Glen forced the door open, knocking into her, interrupting her thoughts and almost sending her to the floor.
“God, ” He hissed, slamming the door and letting out a snort, “You’re a useless piece of shit! I hope you can remember how to pull a fucking trigger. Come.”
The pair walked up the street, then crossed the road, pausing momentarily outside the target building.
“Point of entry,” Glen commanded.
“Rear door,” Riley replied promptly, “I already picked the lock, it was easy.”
“Glad you got one fucking thing right.” It was by far the closest thing to a complement she could ever have remembered receiving from her commanding officer.
Glen lead the way down the alley next to the building which lead to a chain linked fence surrounding a sorry excuse for a garden which looked more like a pathetic cemetery, broken chairs and random furniture poking out of the knee length grass like tombstones, but it reminded Riley more of a dead man’s teeth. The thought chilled her. Already on the other side of the fence, Glen never stopped to bother helping her through. He was in that place again, the place he always went when he was working. Where nothing existed to him except for the here and the now. Times like these he terrified her. She was always scared of him. Always. But times like these she was terrified, her mind retreating into the recesses of her soul where it could hide itself away from him, that side of him that everyone suspected, but only she had ever had the misfortune to see. Her mind wandered, and before she thought of it, she was creeping across the grass, trying hard to ignore how much she didn’t want to be here, fighting away the fear and the tears and the pain in her arm. Just then she collided into something large and hard in front of her. It frightened her, and she let out a squeal. Before she knew what happened, she’d been whirled around and was firmly pressed against the crumbling concrete of the building’s foundation, a meaty hand pressed up hard against her mouth, her cheek stinging from where he’d slapped her and her ears ringing.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He yelled, trying to keep his voice down, but failing to do so which made him even angrier at himself and at her, because ultimately it was her fault, it always was. He grabbed her arm and wrenched it behind her sharply, causing her to let out a surprised and excruciated moan. Frightened didn’t begin to describe how she felt. It was more akin to blind, powerless terror. She could feel his weight pressed up behind her, crushing her face into the wall, scraping the skin. Her arm hurt like hell, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming, though tears began streaking down her face. She could make out the faint metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Glen was cursing into her ear, his hot breath feeling like it was searing her neck with the acrid aftertaste of tobacco and alcohol. She squirmed to try and get away from him, and the more she tried to fight him, the more his grip tightened. One of the things that frightened her the most, something which only now started to register was a definite bulge, pressed up firmly against her ass, and it slowly grew the more she struggled, the more he cursed and the more she cried.
“You’re a stupid piece of shit!” He was saying, barely able to control his biting ire, pressing himself up against her and getting more horny by the second. “All you’re good for is to be a fucking whore, isn’t it? You’re a useless shit! Do you have any idea how important this is?!” Obviously she didn’t, there was no point in him wasting his time on her, the only thing worthless people like her understood was a fist.
Or a good fuck, a voice in the back of his mind told him. He slowly began dry humping her, his now rigid cock sliding between her ass cheeks. He let out a low grunt, and she started to squirm again, which only made him harder, if that were possible.
“You little dumb fuck, where would you be without me, huh? How many times would you have gotten your pretty little face shot off, you stupid little cunt.” She moaned something into his hand, sobbing as she did so and he responded by twisting her arm further again and humping her more forcefully now.
Riley couldn’t help but start crying in earnest, there was nothing she could do. She knew she wasn’t enjoying this, it was the furthest thing from her mind as to what she’d want to have happen. He continued swearing at her, telling her how useless and stupid she was, calling her a cunt, and telling her all she’d ever be good for was a cock sucking, but he doubted a bitch like her would be able to get even that right. All the time the only thing her mind was focusing on was his cock rubbing up and down against her ass and the back of her thighs, the constant motion caused her tiny little miniskirt to ride up, and she could feel the cold night air brushing against the extra exposed skin. As suddenly as it had happened though, it was over. He let go and took a step back, and she could hear him panting behind her in the darkness. Silently as she could, trying to move as little as possible, she pulled the skirt back down and swallowed, fighting back the urge to break down and start sobbing. She was too frightened to turn round.
“Come on,” He said in a gruff, hoarse voice, trying the door and finding it was open, just as Riley had said it would be. He walked into the building and carried on, just as if nothing had happened. Riley sniffed once, quickly wiping the snot and tears from her face. She looked down at her wrist, and in the faint moonlight could make out some dark smears, on the one Glen has grabbed, which she immediately made out to be her own blood. She realized though that he couldn’t have made her wrist bleed just by squeezing it.
Maybe it’s his blood, she thought to herself, and immediately dismissed it before quickly hurrying on in behind her superior. Obviously it wasn’t blood.
Once inside it was easy going. Most of the apartment building was empty, it was meant to be undergoing renovations and so most had the doors left ajar or were firmly tapped up. But the renovations had apparently been going on for four years and the building had been vacant for a little longer than that, except for one apartment, where the lights could be seen to be on. Apartment forty-seven on the fourth floor. They made their way silently up, pausing to look and listen every few meters. Of course, Riley had checked all of this already. She’d been canvassing the place for the last six hours, watching the people who had gone in and left, looking for any rooms that looked like makeshift guard posts, or that were occupied besides number forty-seven. There were none. The two men who had left were the only ones to have been in the building, besides their target.
Upon reaching the door, Glen paused, raising his hand to signal Riley behind him to wait. He pressed his back against the wall, leaned over and listened against the door. He could hear a faint, muted conversation through the door, interspersed with periods of silence and some giggling.
“Ready?” He whispered, turning back to Riley, and as he did so noticing that her eyes quickly flickered upwards before she gave a silent energetic nod. She’d been staring at his cock, and heaven knew he was still hard. He wanted to get this over with, now. He couldn’t take it much longer. His left hand reached into his pocket and his meaty fingers slipped into the knuckle dusters. He noticed a slight twinge of pain, more like an afterthought and absently looked at the palm of his hand. It had been bleeding a little, from when he’d crushed the can in the car and the metal had made small cuts in his hand. It wasn’t much, just a few smears and tiny scratches really, but he still wanted to get this over and done with while he still had some semblance of control. Raising his hand again, he slowly raised his fingers one at a time, counting it out for his partner. One… two… three…
The door burst open with one swift kick, causing splinters to fly from where the lock had ripped through the wooden door frame and the occupants of the room were stunned into silence as a large bulky man, about 6’2” charged into the room, left fist raised and the brass on it gleaming. Before Lenny could even react and take his dick out of the mouth of the little slut that was almost choking on it in shock, he felt a hard fist smash into his jaw and send him spinning. He half landed on the nearby bed, knocking over the briefcase that was on it and spilling its contents as well as smashing his head against the bedside table, blacking out immediately. The hooker started to let out a shriek but it was abruptly halted by a back handed slap to the face that split her lip and knocked her to the floor where she remained gasping, her eyes flittering between the man with the fists and the woman with the gun.
Glen took a couple of seconds to take in the scene around him breathing in and out to regulate his breathing again. It wasn’t a very large apartment, everything placed into a single room. There was a kitchen off to his right, along with a single couch that sat facing a cheap looking TV set. There was also a door that lead off to what he assumed was a toilet. His eyes moved again from the man lolling half off the bed, to the topless hooker on the floor trying to stop her lip bleeding, and most of all probably trying to keep from being killed. If only she knew what was coming to her, Glen thought, grinning wickedly to himself.
Maybe it would be more humane to kill her, the voice in the back of his head told him, but it wouldn’t be half as much fun.
He hated low-lifes like these, they were everything that was wrong with society and he hated it, it made him sick to his stomach, all this shit. He hated it. He was just here to do what he had to do, and he wouldn’t leave till he’d done just that. Feigning concern, he covered his mouth with his hand in mock surprise and opened his eyes wide.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, were we interrupting something?” He looked almost remorsefully between the terrified girl and the man on the bed then back to the terrified hooker. All the while, Riley watched immobilized in a silent suffocating sense of impending… something. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she knew something bad was about to happen. It was in Glen’s voice, the way he started to move towards the girl on the floor.
“You don’t mind if we intrude, do you?” He asked with concern, getting down on his haunches in front of the girl, who made a furtive attempt to scrabble backwards and got about a foot before she was pressed up against the kitchen counter. Glen looked at her for a second, the spitting image of fatherly compassion.
“Well, since you insist that we stay…. I couldn’t help but notice that we interrupted your fun sucking cock. You like doing that, don’t you?” He said, reaching out and stroking her lanky hair. The girl said nothing, was too scared to try move away even. Her throat was dry and her mouth kept opening and closing in a soundless attempt to speak. The hand caressing her hair slowly travelled down to her cheek, which was already burning and starting to swell down to her chin which was already covered in some blood from her lip, which was bleeding quite badly. The man cooed, almost trying to sound soothing and consolatory.
Riley watched in continued muted horror as Glen caressed the girls neck. She couldn’t believe watch she was watching, and gradually the gun in her hand lowered as she continued to watch, disgusted but unable to turn away. His hand slowly worked its way further down, until it was caressing the side of one of her breasts, gently stroking up and down. He kept whispering to the girl, and it looked almost like his words were putting her into a trance, as a sort of glazed expression covered her eyes. She let out a little gasp as his fingers brushed against her nipple left nipple, and Riley felt a sickening pang of excitement deep within her gut. Glen continued caressing the little sluts breasts, languidly alternating between the two, teasing the girls nipples and all the while gently insisting he was truly sorry for the inconvenience him and his friend had caused with their rude intrusion. She could tell that Glen was in his own world right now, and what scarred her even more was that she was being dragged into it right on behind him. Her eyes never left his hands, watching them move over the girl’s body, gently squeezing her breasts and caressing their delectable curves. Riley felt her mouth getting dry and the empty feeling of guilty excitement start building up in her gut. Glen leaned in slowly and gently planted his lips on the whore’s cheek, from which she initially recoiled, but soon relented to, enjoying his hands travelling their way round her breasts, the one languidly making it’s way towards the hem of her panties. Before he knew what he was doing (and truth be told he’d lost any semblance of self control and recognition a long time ago) Glen’s hand had found its way into the girl’s panties and he was more than pleased to find her eager and ready. Her pussy was covered in a light layer of soft pubic hair, something he quite enjoyed feeling under his skin, and eagerly he began to explore her wet vagina as she spread her legs out a little wider to let him fondle her little clit and pussy. He loved how readily she’d started to enjoy this. Little sewer rat would do anything to save her own life. Her pussy was warn and wet, tightly wrapping itself around his fingers and he felt the warmth of her sharply exhaled breaths against the side of his face.
“How about this my dear,” Glen said, giving the whore’s breast a sharp squeeze, something she almost seemed to like. “How’s about I make up for interrupting you enjoying our mutual friend over there’s cock, by giving you another one to suck?”
At this the girl immediately snapped out of whatever trance she was in and again tried to squirm further away from him, uttering a terrified squeal, tears now trickling down her face. Glen chuckled and shook his head, almost as if this wasn’t totally unexpected. He stood up, turning towards Riley and nodding at her to come to him. She hesitated a second before coming to and quickly stepping across the room to stand by his side. Gingerly, he took the gun from her hand, and placed a hand on her shoulder (the one he hadn’t twisted almost out of its socket) and gently pushed, indicating with his eyes that he wanted Riley to get on the floor in front of him. Again she hesitated a second, but for some reason she’d never be able to explain to herself or anyone else afterwards, she obeyed and got down on her knees.
“Now, I can’t really expect you to give something for nothing, now can I?” He began, as if explaining to two decidedly slow students a concept the rest of the class had understood hours ago. “So. I’d like you to meet Riley here. I’m sure you two could be very good friends.”
With that he reached out, took Riley’s hand by the wrist and planted it firmly on the other girl’s breast. Both let out shocked gasps, and both tried to move away, but there was nowhere for either of them to go, One because she was pressed up against a wall and the other because she was held in what amounted to a vice.
“Now, now girls, you two play nice,” Glen said, admonishing them. He held Riley’s hand in place a few more seconds before slowly letting go. Her hand stayed where it was, mostly because her mind had been racing so fast, it had gotten itself stuck and she was unable to think, like a printer backed up with a paper jam. He’d never done anything like this before. He’d done a lot of things wrong, things that weren’t by the book. She’d seen him do it, but he’d never done anything like this. She’d never done anything like this, and it absolutely terrified her. She looked into the eyes of the girl opposite her and could see the look of abject horror in her eyes and knew that she could see the exact same thing in her face. In one seemingly telepathic moment, as if they had come to some bizarre mutual agreement as to what was in both their best interests, the horror abated to simple fear as both seemed to realize what was expected of them.
With that, completely unbidden, Riley began to slowly trace small circles around the girl’s breast with her hand. She’d never felt another girl’s breasts before, honestly could say she’d never felt the urge to or thought she would, but she was surprised by how… Soft they were. They couldn’t have been much bigger then hers, and she was a healthy B-cup. It made the hair on the back of neck stand on end as she continued massaging the girls tit, feeling the gentle weight of it in her hand, and the hard stub of her nipple as it grew more erect and how the girl seemed to be pressing herself against Riley’s hand. Slowly, nervously, Riley reached out her other hand, cupping the other breast and well and started to massaged both tits in unison. She was now kneeling directly in front of the girl, straddling her legs with her thighs. Cautiously at first, the girl’s hands reached up and she placed them on Riley’s shoulder, then began slowly snaking their way up and down Riley’s arm, and her lips parted at the feeling of touching another woman like this and being touched like that. As she stared at the girl’s tits, she felt the urge to suck on them, to nip on them with her teeth and roll her nipples around with her tongue. Almost on cue, the girl reached a hand back behind Riley’s head, caressing her hair and applying gentle pressure directing her towards her awaiting breasts. They were soft and warm as Riley slowly rubbed her lips against the soft silken skin, though she could smell the sweat on her skin, the fear, as her lips brushed the girl’s nipple. With little hesitation, she took the girl’s tit into her mouth, sucking on it gently, eliciting a husky moan from the little slut, as her other hand began caressing Riley’s thigh, urging her to continue as the warm hand caressed her leg, then slowly rose to her ass, squeezing it tentatively at first, then with more conviction and urgency.
Behind her, Riley heard the sound of metal upon metal as Glen unzipped his pants.
“Yeah, you two girls are real pretty like that,” He said breathlessly, with urgency in his voice. She heard him move closer and felt his hand gently rest on her back. She looked up from licking the sluts tits and saw his large cock only a few centimetres away from her face. The head was very purple, like something suffocating, and there was the sheen of precum on the head of his cock as he spread it around with the thumb of the hand that was grasping his rod. It was 7 inches long, fully hard, and a irrational side of Riley, the part that was enjoying sucking on this girl’s breasts, that was excited by the fact that the girls hand had moved to caressing the insides of her thigh was enjoying seeing his hard cock. His other hand had two fingers in the girl’s mouth, her tongue rolling over them, covering them in her saliva as she enthusiastically licked at them.
“Oh, I can tell you’re an expert at this, you little slut,” Glen said, as he removed his fingers and pressed his hard cock against her lips, rubbing it against them as she began licking at his precum covered head eagerly. As the girl started servicing his cock, she never neglected Riley. Her fingers suddenly found her mound and she was cupping it through the fabric of her panties which were already moist from her juices, rubbing her palm against her pussy. Riley let out a long moan and instinctively started humping herself against the girl’s hand, immediately sliding her own hand down the girl’s tummy, down to her equally wet pussy. The girl moaned, and Glen took that opportunity to shove the head of his cock into her mouth to stifle them. The girl sucked on his cock, making little suckling sounds and moaning into his thick meat as she felt Riley’s fingers slowly spread for pussy lips and explore the wet, hot flesh of her cunt.
Riley let out a very loud, drawn out moan as she felt the girl presently slip her middle finger into her hot slit, and it was a miracle she didn’t come right then and there, having this sexy little slut fingering her honey pot. All fear had completely vanished and all that remained was the insatiable urge to give pleasure and receive it. In that moment she realized how much she wanted to ram her cunt into this little whore’s face and have her lips and tongue slide all of her sopping wet cunt. The two women were fingering each other in earnest now, their fingers making sloppy noises as they slid in and out of each other’s slits. Above that sound was the sound of Glen fucking the poor prostitute’s throat for all she was worth. To her credit, she did her best to take in all of his cock as he fucked her mouth hard for a few strokes, then he’d pull out of her mouth, leaving her to lather the head of his cock with her waiting tongue, before ramming his dick back down her throat until her nose sank into his pubic hair. He was grunting loudly and panting not only from the effort, but also the sheer enjoyment of fucking this little whore’s tight little throat as she gagged trying to blow all of his cock, taking it down, squeezing even harder on his dick every time she gagged on it.
“Oh yeah you little fucking slut, you like having a dick in your mouth, doncha?”
She mumbled something that sounded like a yes, muffled by the hot cock meat ramming down her throat.
“Yeah… Oh fuck… You like having Riley’s fingers in your little slit don’t you!” He yelled, fucking her face even harder now, feeling his impending orgasm, his hips bucking erratically now, he was close to the edge and all he wanted to do was to cum like crazy.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, he grunted.” With that he reached down, grabbing Riley by the hair and wrenching her face away from the girl’s tits. Her yelping moan of pain mixed with the pleasure of having her cunt finger fucked was too much for Glen. He grabbed his throbbing dick with his other hand, furiously jerking himself off as he started to squirt his load on Riley’s cute, confused face. As soon as she felt the first jet of ropey cum hit her face, Riley couldn’t help let out a loud moan as she came around the fingers that were furiously sliding in and out of her slid, and her pussy squeezed as hard as it could around the girl’s fingers as Glen’s cum gushed all over her face, covering her hair, going in her mouth and dribbling down her chin, She forced her two fingers into the girl’s pussy as hard as she could, up to the knuckle, causing her to cry out as her pussy contracted and Riley felt the wetness of the girl’s orgasming pussy as it clenched and pulled at her fingers, as well as the wetness of her own juices as they trickled
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A Mining Colony-Prison part 2
When they got back, The Rabbit found he had to be elsewhere.. Growling, he
asked a guard to watch the male, as quite a few other wouldn’t mind a crack
at the being, off-limits or not. A big, furry form imposed itself in the
door.. “We take care of our own, Insider..” The rabbit looked at Rocker then
shaking his head went down to the Monthly meeting. Which turned into an
orgy.. The mammal had just finished jerking off a canine, and had an eye on
another.. When he remembered he left his Bunk-mate in the care of a Miner!
Longen returned to find a crowd assembled. “Now he’s bendin over and doin his
ankles..” “What? It’s pinkish. Bout the size of my thumb wide..” “Nah. Would
like a crack at them fat nuts, though..” and more such comments made the
rounds as the man showered.. “Wait! He’s coming to the door..” Rocker growled
as a wet form plastered itself to his back. Hands ran along his chest and
sides. “Damn.. You got more tits than I do. One more thing to be jealous
of..” The cat grinned nastily. The man draped a towel over his waist.. Amid
groans and mutters. “What’s the matter? You seen one naked ass, you seen
them all!” Sniggers.. “I think the Miners of Tunnel 7 had better think less
of my butt and see to their own. Do you thing the Lazy Crew in there now is
gonna be able to clean-up that mess?”
A chorus of “No!” echoed off the floors. “Damn Right! They don’t have our
Buckets or Rocker to toss the pebbles out of the way.. Or Delkyn gasping
about the view!” The guards who came down to keep order laughed along with
the rest. “Now if you are waiting fer a kiss.. Ferget it! I don’t know ya
That well. Besides, Nobody That butt-ugly is gonna get any anyway!” The
howls, roars and stomping made the floor shake.. And Longen got his tail back
in the cell. The big cat turned, grabbing the male’s hand. “Friends..” The
man made a growling sound, followed by a purr, and a cough.. “Sorry..” A
grin. “Most do not know the Greeting, and few try to say in Native..
Brother.” The man straightened, looking at the cat strangely. “You mean
that?” ‘Now what?’ the lepine thought. The male held his arm out. “Cut me..”
Rocker stared at him for a moment. Then lifted a hand and ripped a furrow
across the forearm. Did the same to his own. With a hiss, he pressed his
bloody arm against the humans. “Brothers, Above ground and Below.” The man
clasped hands with the feline. “No grave that will not hold you shall hold
me.”
With their free hands they dipped fingers into the pooled blood on the floor
and drew stripes on each other’s faces. “When you are Quite done..” The
rabbit huffed.. Rocker, Prince of The Walking Trees Tribe laughed. “Next time
do not leave your bunk-mate alone.. Somebody might Steal him!” Spedal stuck
his tongue out at the creature. “Out, Out.. I have to clean up this mess, get
nit in the showers, and Still make time for sleep.” Rocker pressed hands with
the male one last time, then departed. “And what the hell was all that
about?” The man sighed. “I beat him.. To save face he would have to challenge
me again.. To something more nasty than just a contest of strength. And I
have enough Gravestones with my name inscribed on them..” The rabbit looked
skyward, mouthing ‘Why Me?’ Well.. There had been that incident at Feri’s
Port. But if they didn’t want the natives to be mated with, they should tell
those lizards to wear Clothes.. Besides, The males were More than willing
enough to enjoy the caresses of a horny bunny. He shrugged and got busy
Washing the floor. Then looked at the wound which was no more than scratch..
‘Could have sworn it was deeper than that.
He shrugged and washed his partner down, then cleaned off. Snarled at the
invite to be combed.. “Oh, No.. Last time You fell asleep. Than I did.. And I
am not about to face that snooty cook’s helper with both ass and mouth empty.
So you just lay there and wait until I’m.. Eeep!” Fingers messed up his
tail-fur. “Hey I just got that straightened.. Fuck it…” He tossed the comb
when teeth bit at his haunches. Now the fingers were seeking out his nipples
and tweaking them. “Wanton Bastard.. Kiss me.” His nut-sack got lips pressed
to them. “I meant up here.. But that will do.” He wriggled in the grasp,
until his nose was buried in a clean-smelling thatch of hair. The penis was
shaped strangely, but a mouthful. And Spedal sucked on it with hunger.. A
tongue mashed his cock against a rough palate. He groaned.. A finger twirled
his tail-fur. ‘Smooth-assed Bastard..’ Then it was hold on and hunch as his
nuts blew the top of his head off. He jerked his hips from the clutching
fingers so he could put them over the pole. Bit his lip as it slowly sank
into his tail hole. He shuddered, coming to rest on the muscular thighs.
“Mmmm.. Stroke me..” His sides were caressed.
“Not That way.. This way!” He bent over the male, sliding around the cock. “A
bit cramped..” The rabbit squeezed the maleness in him. “A little, but I can
manage.” He grinned. Got kissed. Then banged his head on the bunk above as he
reared up, feeling cum spurt deep into his ass. “Ouch! Yess.. Pump Me Full!”
Fingers made his own dick give up their sticky sap. The animal fell onto his
side and moaned. Hugged the big body to his. Fell asleep with a hand on his
butt and another rubbing his shoulders. And woke alone again.. With feeling
that somebody had worked his groin over.. He moaned, grabbing at it..
“Problem?” Dripper grinned at his partner. Who grunted and carefully removed
the minotaur’s big hand from his crotch. “If you got anything left, I get
dibs..” The creature who had made his nuts ache so stood in the doorway,
smiling. “I have heard a good cure for Blue Balls is soaking them in a warm
mouth.. Good morning, Dripper.” He extended his hand.. And slipped the other
into the bovine’s pants! Fingers got him hard in seconds. “Brought you some
mud..” Longen shook his head.. “Needs cream. Got any, Dripper?” The animal
grinned.. And the rabbit growled in such a way as to tell the bull if he
Wanted to Stay a bull, he had better keep his mouth shut.
The minotaur wiped the smile off his muzzle and sadly shook his head,
grunting as the hand removed itself from his erection. Which hung out his
pants-leg.. “Well.. I gotta go. Roll-call in 5.. You two enjoy yerselves.”
Dripper turned, legs crossed.. “Get!” Longen sighed. “You won’t be any use
until you get That taken care of and I Still gotta get breakfast..”
* * *
“Well. Finally getting around to food, eh?” Cook’s Helper nudged the guard,
who looked very much like a Dall Sheep, in the ribs. Put a bowl in front of
the rabbit. “And wasn’t that yer partner in sheet-pulling who ran past like
his tail had been bit? And was that a sausage he had stuffed down his leg?”
Longen growled.. “Bastard wanted some Cream to wash down his mud..” The bat
winked at the guard, who winked back.. “And..” The mammal wanted to shove
Cooks-Helper into the compactor.. “And I was Fresh out!” The bat hugged
himself, dancing around. “Knew one wouldn’t be enough fer him.. And You sent
him out without so much as a taste? Shame!” Longen broke his spoon. “He’s My
Bunk-Mate! Besides – He’s off-limits..” Finished his meal and got up. And
didn’t quite make it out before EmptyBucket was on the table squeaking as the
Ram was thrusting into his ass, white balls rocking like a mad pendulum. He
grinned to himself.. It might cost him… What the hell! He reached under the
thrusting hips and stilled the swaying testicles. Then nibbled on the rounded
ends, stroking the tan thighs. That’s all it took to make them explode..
With a bleat, the bat got a butt-full of sheep semen. And the Rabbit left,
whistling..
* * *
Half-Day.. Longen stared at the roster a Long time. Oh, Shit! That meant the
horny bastard would be in early.. He stopped in at Supply to get some
goodies, as well as a few stimulants. The raccoon grinned, as he gave the
animal the requisition sheet. “Wouldn’t mind a tousle with Him..” The rabbit
just shook his head. “Marker.. He would wear the stripes off yer tail in an
hour.” And had to wait! Shadow came in and shrugged. “Got to go to a Meeting.
See you later. Nice Toys.. All yours?” And the rabbit got called down to
attend the Bi-Monthly orgy. He barely made it back when footsteps came
ringing down the corridor. “Please..” he gasped. Blowen closed the
cell-door, undressed, and lifted the animal up. Cradled against a strong
chest, Longen sighed as water was applied to his aching back. “Massage will
do you wonders..” Everything from his ears to his toe-claws were worked
over.. “Mmm.. Nice.” The dryer never felt better, either. Then he was placed
on his bunk. “You Bastard! Get up here.. I ain’t about to let you rub me up,
then not get a mouthful..” A chuckle. “Go to sleep.. You’ll feel better in
the morning.” ‘Where have I heard That before..’ “Alright. But you promise Me
a Mouthful before you go?” A muffled answer.
“No ‘Buts’.. Either I come down there now or you wake me up, Hear?” A hand
grabbed his nuts. “Promise on your furry balls..” He patted the hand. Sank
into slumber. And got woke up alright.. A dildo vibrated wildly in his ass.
His groin was being sucked on and rubbed on and fondled by a machine called a
Teaser. All six nipples had snap-clamps on them. And his mouth was full of
cock.. Bull-cock. Dripper moaned, hunching his friends mouth. “I woke ya up..
With a mouthful. See ya tonight.” Spedal tried to jerk free, but Somebody
tied his hands to the rail. And so all he could do was go crazy.. ‘You
Bastard! I’ll get you for This.. Damn! What a Turn-On!!’
* * *
And Sugnoh got a crack at the male as well.. A miner came up and whispered to
Blowen, “There is an opening in the Laundry Room in Two Days. Go After Shift.
Say you need new shirts..” And with a quick fondle of his strap, the mammal
moved on down the line. Delkyn grinned to himself.. It wouldn’t be long until
he had a chance to feel that strap himself.. And perhaps what was under it as
well. Last night, he had attended the weekly meeting and found a weak shade
of an animal at his side. “Bastard..” Longen shook his head. “Blowen?” the
canine asked, stroking his back in sympathy.. “I tell ya.. I sleep on my back
and I wake with an aching crotch. Lay on my stomach and my butt is covered
with nips.. And when I try sideways, he is either at my tits, or my tail..”
The canine smiled.. “Well, you only have another few days, then his Probation
is over, and Somebody can take your place.. I might even take him off your
hands… Oops!” The rabbit grinned weakly. “You Mean That? Oh, Thank You!!”
Delkyn growled.. “Thank my loose lips. You weren’t supposed to know until
later..” Yes, indeed, perhaps he might.
And it wasn’t too long after that Longen waylaid his bunk-mate. “Umm..
Blowen. You have been here long enough to choose your own bunk-mates.. But
you will need somebody as a Permanent Partner.” The man looked at him,
stroking his paw. “Have anybody in mind?” Teeth gritted, The rabbit nodded.
“His name is Delkyn.. And he likes playing the same games you do, and has
been around a while, and..” A kiss stopped the flood of words. “Alright..
Seems my choice has been made for me.” Longen grinned. “Yes, but You are
Still mine for tonight…”
* * *
The next morning found a huddled mass of flesh lying in a bunk. ‘What in the
name of Frpah made me bet that sex-maniac I could outlast him..’ His entire
body ached. Cum, both his and his lovers, literally dripped from every
orifice, and plastered much of his fur. “Good Morning.. Care for a quickie
before I go?” A hand stroked his butt, which had been chewed on, roughed-up,
squeezed and ejaculated in/on most of the night. The rabbit rolled one eye at
the creature, ‘yeeped’ and passed out.. “Guess not.” Dripper stood in the
doorway, with his jaw hanging to his chest, “Sorry, not enough time,
Dripper..” Got a kiss that knotted his tail, And watched the male walk down
the corridor with something akin to awe. Then called in the medics, who
wanted to know what army had been molesting the animal. “Looks like he was
the main-course at an all-niter..”
* * *
EasyLay grinned and rubbed his hands together when the news came down. He had
lusted after the male ever since they first met. But didn’t even get to so
much as kiss him the first night. After evening chow, a rat came for the
male. “Follow..” A guard at the gate growled, but took a look at the plastic
cards, and let them pass with a wink and a smirk at their backs. The line had
bets running hot on who ate rug first. Laundry Room Number 2 was busy with
all kinds of beings tossing bundles, folding clothes, and even tailoring
uniforms. A green tiger with red stripes looked him over. “So.. Squeak here
says you need bigger shirts. This way please..” He walked to a fairly quiet
spot. “Welcome, Captain..” He gripped the hand as only those in the Rraulgh
Brigade did. “Finally got in over your head? Or still recruiting..” The man
grinned. “What Flat-Butts don’t know won’t hurt us.. Right?” A growl and a
nasty grin answered that silly question. “But you didn’t come down here
after-shift to discuss old times, now did ya.. I can hear that fat ball of
fur sweat from here.. Well, he has been a good cub. Deserves a good breakin
in.. I won’t send anybody after ya until I hear a scream.” Shadow shook his
head. “If they scream, I’m doing it wrong.. Now If they howl…” The cat
laughed and slapped his old enemy on the back. “Still the same old Bastard..
FatAss. No, not that one. The one who keeps Bowe happy..” Sugnoh put down his
needle and sat, not daring to look.
“This Miner want a Bigger shirt, and you aren’t doing anything so special I
can’t yank ya.. Sometime This Time-Mark would be nice.” He got up, and
shuffled over to the pair. “Going deaf, I swear.. Shadow this is Sugnoh.
FatAss, this is Blowen.” A hand was lifted and placed before the bear. Dare
he grab it? Dare he not! A moan escaped unbidden at the sheer power he felt
in the grasp. “You break his paw, You take his place.. Straighten up.
Somebody’d think you were being bought.” He did so, looking into the male’s
eyes. They were blue. Blue as space and too damn warm.. The kind of eyes one
could get lost in easily. “Lost his tongue as well.. I told him lickin those
dirty Guard cocks would rot it off.. Listen to me? Hah! Look, This card is
good fer two time-marks only, then he’s gotta be back in his cell.. Think you
could put your dick back in yer pants and get his measurements so we can fit
him proper.. And if you use anything except a tape to get the inseam, you are
goin swimmin.. Now get!” The bruin got.. With the one who made his heart
pound in tow. They went into a measuring booth. Which was a set of cubicles
with sound-deadening foam. It also kept the noises inside hushed as well.
Unless one went up and put an ear to the door. A few leaned that way.. “The
first one who snoops goes inside.. And me right after to make sure you get
the numbers straight.” Then he grinned, listening to the collective sigh.
“Alright.. If, and I do Mean If, they are still in there when First Break
Comes, I will turn on the speaker.. In the Meetin Room Only!” It would be a
bit of a pinch to fit the entire crew in the area, but he was sure they would
find a way to get in.. On the other side of the frame, a male was fumbling
with his tape, while another undid his shirt and flexed, working kinks out.
“Sit, Please..” The man went to the only piece of furniture in the space, A
stool. Squatted and waited for the animal who was having a hard time walking
for some strange reason.. Maybe it was that Bulge in his crotch. Which got
tighter as the bear got busy measuring the man’s body. Everything went into a
pad, and was double-checked. Sugnoh damned near jumped out of his skin when
the male patted his leg Way too close to the throbbing pole that was starting
to stain the cloth. “Easy, Easy. I ain’t gonna bite ya..” The bear got a grip
on himself. He was just Another Male.
That didn’t stop his heart from pounding when he put his paws around the
being’s waist, nose close to the well-scented crotch. It was all he could do
not to lap on it.. “Stand please..” He gulped. Then said the words he wanted
to say since he first saw the male. “And take your pants off.” He turned so
he could chew on a paw. Then lost it as he picked up another tape, and found
the man naked. No, he didn’t have a dick that hung to his knees. Nor was it
in a sheath.. The bear giggled to himself. Outside, the whistle blew
signifying the utter chaos could now commence as a mass of horny males packed
the breakroom. Nobody cared whose crotch was pressed into whose butt.. Well,
almost anyway. They shared water and fondling.. Of course, it didn’t help
matters any when out of the speaker came – *Squeak* “It was hot, so I didn’t
wear a strap.. Hope you don’t mind” Oh, Did Sugnoh not mind! Nor did any of
the others. “Alright, Time’s up..” The growl that greeted That news would
have made a Rowler proud. “None of that.. Get yer butts out here, where ya
can hear the going’s on via Plug.. Or did you forget about the Address
System?” The exodus raised enough dust to form a cloud.
“Damn.. I want 10 volunteers to sweep this place out. And any paw that isn’t
on a handle, gets it glued in place, hear?” The ten nodded, getting the
equipment. When they were assembled, he looked them over. “Remember, keep
yer paws to yerselves.. What yer do with yer mouths is none of my business.
As long as this place is ready for Lunch. Ya got One Time-Mark.. Go!” Bodies
got busy cleaning and sweeping, always keeping an ear to the speaker. The
TRaaz shook his head, watching the rest of his crew get back to work, putting
plugs in ears and giving the nudge each other.. Walked over and collected a
couple of pieces of clothing, as well as the toolbox. Then dropped a vial of
oil in and knocked. “You decent?” A chuckle “Never stopped you before..” He
opened the door. The bear was on the stool, one paw at mid-thigh, the other
down by an ankle. “Just getting his length, Treo..” A nod. “Good. You fergot
yer toolkit. I brought yer a sample shirt and pants. If he sticks ya, Bite
him..” The big cat growled and re-closed the door, setting a switch on the
wall to ‘Internal Broadcast.’
This was used for training tapes, or speeches that needed to be heard but not
important enough to stop work for. And sometimes so the crew could listen in
on a bumble-clawed horny FatAss get overheated. Damn! The dick-squeezer had
better blow soon. His time in the pool to see how long FatAss lasted with the
male was getting close. And wasn’t too far off the mark.. Sugnoh was close to
losing it. His dick was dripping insemenal fluid down his leg. His balls
felt like they were in a vise, and being squeezed.. Putting the shirt on the
male was torture. Checking the fit was worse.. He pressed his body against
the man’s, biting his lip as he felt the hard nipples through the cloth.
Gathered the excess and made marks where to trim. Where to add material..
Hands rubbed his shoulders, making him groan. “You feel alright? I can come
back for the pants later.”
The bear squeaked. “No.. No..” Then gulped and shook his head again. “I can
do it.. Um… Would you mind rubbing my back a bit?” Paws gave a high sign to
others, and they all grinned. So did guards who were listening on Security
Channels. They would owe Trio another Chit, but who cared.. This was
first-class entertainment. Especially when the moans came through loud and
clear.. “Mmm.. A little higher, Please.. Oooh! Dig those fingers in harder..
Ah! Ah!” It Sounded like an orgasm.. “*Pant* *Pant* Thanks.. I needed that.
Now.. Let me see if I can finish up…” The corker was the pants. Bad enough
he had to endure having his nose shoved into the male’s groin as he tried to
pin the edges of the shirt – The stool kept sliding when he didn’t want it
to! But now, with his senses reeling from the scent of crotch, he had to help
the man put on the Shorts. In fact, These were Worse than regular long
pants.. Since a paw could easily slide in the leg hole.. And the Fantasies
That fact conjured up made an already tight crotch threaten to split seams!
One leg was lifted, giving him an excellent view of beautifully smooth
butt-cheeks. The kind one could put one’s snout into and just nuzzle on for
days.
The room blurred and he dropped the cloth. “Are you Sure you feel alright?
Maybe you had better lie down..” One of the otters almost dived in a washer
when his hip got bumped by an overzealous Water Buffalo. He simply grinned
and grabbed the big crotch. “Sorry..” They continued stirring the clothes. A
hand cradled the brown head as Sugnoh was lifted back, another helping his
butt slide off the stool and onto the floor. The male went down on one knee,
still holding the gasping bear’s head, lowering it down to rest on the cool
wood. His dick was inches from the open mouth, but he made no move to take
advantage of the animal. Half-dressed, he knelt, straddling the muzzle. Paws
dug into the strong legs, as hands stroked his jaw and neck. “Perhaps some
water..” Sugnoh opened his eyes to stare up at the expanse of flesh. And
exploded! The bruin growled, jerking his head up and snapping his teeth shut
on the balls that swayed above him, like a sprung bear-trap. The male grunted
as claws raked his hips, then dug firmly into his butt. “Tease Us, Will Ya!”
The bear snarled between clenched teeth.. “I’ll Shows ya why I’m called
Dick-Squeezer!” A cheer ran the length of the Laundry, and even the guards
danced.
It didn’t matter if the cock was the size of one of the pins sticking him..
It was going first in his mouth, then up his ass! “This is what I’m gonna do
ta yer puny dick!” His tongue got busy coating the swelling globes with
saliva, then rolling them around against the roof of his mouth.. “What the
Hell?” Others were wondering the same thing, while some knowingly smiled.. He
spat the nuts out, Carefully, Into a paw, And watched the thing jerk. Stroked
the male-meat with the other, feeling it throb, as it both widened and
lengthened, blooming to a nice-sized sausage. “Well, More like it..” Hands
lifted him up so the male could stroke the furry sides and give the animal a
very audible kiss. Sugnoh melted into the strong arms.. Moved his shorts
down and kicked them off. “Take me..” He whispered to the creature. Instead
of dropping him, and sliding his legs up, or even telling him to bend over,
the man bent down.. And bit a nipple! “Hey! Wait.. Aaaugh!” The other was
attacked with fervor. “Stop.. My tits.. Eep!” ‘Dipper’ was mouthed across the
compound as imaginations greedily latched onto the scene of Blowen’s tongue
sliding across the bear’s chest. He tried to move the monster away and only
succeeded on making the head move lower, grazing along his stomach.
“Wait.. I’m supposed to do.. Ohhhh! I never had… Take it! Take it all!!” He
arched as the mouth slid along his cock. “Suck it, You Bastard!” Fingers
tweaked his nipples, ruffled butt-fur. He roared, spewing cum into the
clutching throat which greedily inhaled his scum as fast as his testicles
could produce it and his penis could spit it out. He lay slumped over the
male’s head, twitching when the tongue slid over a too-sensitive head, or
fingers squeezed his butt. When the leech was certain nothing more was
forthcoming, He was laid out to gasp and moan. Nothing moved as the sound of
a wet kiss ended with a loud *POP!* “You Were in need..” Blowen rubbed the
furry ears. “You need some water.. But I don’t think I will fit in my pants
the way I am now..” “No, No, I will get it..” The bear pulled himself
together and finding his shorts, crawled to the doorway. Lifted himself up
via the wall, and jerking the cloth up so he was at least dressed, stepped
out.. To a standing ovation. He blushed, panting. “I would like some water..”
A dipper was handed to him and he drank it rapidly. “Anything else?” The bear
shook his head and grinned weakly. “Hard work.. Yes. A size 43 belt.”
The cat nodded. “Think you will get Done this year?” Then stroked the sweaty
brow. “Make sure he is satisfied.. With the fit.” Sugnoh nodded, noticing the
oil. “If it takes the rest of shift, Trio..” Some hoped it would. Many a
Bunk-Love was in for a surprise when their mates returned this eve! The bear
disappeared back behind the door, feeling perhaps he had been wrong. One way
to find out.. He lifted the vial and tossed it to the male. “Here.. Rub yer
ass up fer me.. I wanna fuck my first Hole.” Whispers ran around the wall.
Had the Bear lost his mind? “I decide when and who takes me, as I decide when
and who I take..” The animal snarled. “Big words.. TinyDick. Now, either oil
up, or I’m gonna frig ya Dry!” A hush waited for heated words or perhaps a
body going through a wall. Instead a sigh came in their ear-pieces. “When you
are older, Youth, You will learn the difference between Arrogance and
Confidence.. If you live to learn.” The vial dropped on the stool with a
tinny rattle. “I shall return later for the pants.” Then he simply put on his
shorts, and started towards the door. Sugnoh growled, doing a foolish thing..
He reached out and grabbed the male. “You’re either Male or Female in this
game, Bastard! Since you don’t want to be my Male, You Will be My Fema..
*Urk*”
The room went silent. “Yur chokig me..” His paws tried to jerk on the arm
that held him aloft. Trio shook his head as some of the crew moved towards
the door.. “That I am, my little bruin. And Now I am going to walk out of
here. Not for good, because you do turn me on.. But I decide when. And with
who. And if Anybody doesn’t like that, I will re-arrange their body parts.. I
kicks der Ass up twixt der ears!” He pulled the animal to him, gave the
gasping muzzle a sizzling french-kiss, then dropped him. Right onto a large
boot. Which smacked his furry butt, hard! “*Mmmpf* Ouch!” This time the cat
held onto his muzzle and chuckled.. “Still the same..” The male lifted his
other foot, and stepped over the dazed animal. And got as far as the door..
“Wait.” He waited. “I am not used to talking to Dippers..” The bear got up
and slid a paw across his hand. “I’m sorry.. Please. Allow me to make it up
to you.. Blowen.” The man smiled.. “All you have to do is ask..” Shadow put
his hands on either side of the muzzle and pressed his mouth to it. It’s
owner groaned, stroking the cloth-covered sides. “What about the pants?”
Sugnoh growled, grabbing the buttocks with both paws. “Fuck the pants!” The
male shook his head. “I have never seen anybody horny enough to screw cloth
before.. What’s it like?” He got his ass squeezed, and a snout shoving his
shirt out of the way to get at the warm flesh.
“Maybe I had better take it off..” *RIP!* “I got yer measurements written
down.. Fuck the shirt!” Another shake of the male’s head. “First it was the
pants, Now it’s the shirt.. What kind of sex-maniac are you?” Sugnoh moved a
paw inside the cloth to fondle the fat nuts. “One who is going to suck these
dry, then expects you to make him moan as you bugger his ass!” He nibbled on
the small nipples, softly growling. “Better hurry. I haven’t got All shift to
hump ya.. Hey!”
The animal dropped to sit on the floor and took the man’s shorts with him,
tossing them to one side, so he could stroke the muscular legs. “Like ya
said.. We haven’t got All shift. Just most of it.. If’n ya don’t mind missin
some sleep fer the pleasure of pumpin my butt full of cum..” He nuzzled the
penis, which had again shrunk. Lapped at the nuts in his paw, then returned
to lift the cock with his teeth. Let it sit on his tongue for a moment, then
closed his mouth and hollowed his cheeks, pulling every bit of skin to the
groin through his lips. Fingers fondled his ears, tracing the bite in one of
them, while the dick swelled in the moist warmth. He growled, pumping his
snout over the hard maleness. The man grunted softly, letting the animal do
whatever he wanted. Which was to dig claws into the butt-cheeks, and
squeeze.. “Cum Fer Me, Male..” And he did. The taste was like nothing the
bruin had ever encountered before.. He held the spurting tip between fangs
and let the thick stuff pool on his tongue. Swallowed and collected another
mouthful. Then he couldn’t take the teasing and shoved the spurting thing
deep into his muzzle, wallowing in sweet ejaculate. When it no longer even
dripped, he nuzzled the wet thatch of hair, inhaling the scent. “Mmmm..” Then
let the cock slide over his tongue one last time, Kissing the tip.
He fondled it, hoping it would grow again. To his delight it did.. So he
munched on the balls, then shoved his muzzle up, goosing the man. “Damn, But
your nose is cold!” He chuckled, as the other’s wondered.. Then a paw
retrieved the oil-can. “Hate to use this on such a fine piece of meat..” He
sucked the cock back in and mouthed it a bit longer. Then let go to pour oil
on his palms. Rubbed the stick well.. Did it again. “If you are tying to
screw it off, You can’t have it.” The bear chuckled.. “Nope, Just want it
slick so you can pound my butt well..” Scraps of paper flew as the second
time was fished out of the pool. “How do you want it..” The bear stood and
growled. “Rough!” Took a swipe at the male.. “Make me whimper.. Show me you
deserve my ass.. *Yeowlp!*” The bruin was tossed against a wall. One arm
locked on his neck, creating a bar that Just allowed him to breathe. The
other hand went down his front to latch onto his nuts like a vise. Both were
squeezing.. “Down..” Sugnoh tried to refuse.. The arm jerked his chin up, and
he choked. The hand between his legs pulled. “Down..” And he followed.. “You
wanted it rough.. I prefer slow ‘n’ easy myself.” His back stroked the man’s
chest as he squatted.. Grunted as a cock was pressed to his tail. Toyed with
it.. And made the bruin’s blood-pressure jump through the roof.. “Stick it in
me..” “Nope.” ‘Nope?’
He sagged.. And gasped as the fat tip split him open. “I thought you said you
didn’t want to..” “I said, ‘Nope’.. I ain’t gonna stick it in ya. And I ain’t
gonna jump yer bones, screw like a runaway burrower, and jump off either.
Now, Grab some wall and let me show ya how this is done..” The animal bent
and had his hips lifted back. “Spread your legs.. Good. Give us a kiss..”
FatAss lifted his muzzle up and got a tongue stuck in it. He moaned, sucking
on the organ. More of the maleness slid in him. He grunted, trying to push
back.. “Wait for it..” At last it was fully sheathed. “Now we have fun..” The
groin rubbed his butt-cheeks, making the bear grunt. The pole was circled,
turning in him, but not moving.. Up and down, Side to side, Yes. But no
In-and-out.. “Damnit! Screw me!” His ears got nibbled on. “I am..” Another
growl.. “You know What I mean.” A chuckle and his nose got smacked. “Complain
about my dick not being up yer ass. Complain about my dick being up yer ass..
Yer can’t have it both ways. Not unless you invited somebody else in here..”
The Tiger growled as half the shift volunteered to help the animal with his
work.
The bear held onto the wall, moaning as his dick was squeezed. He reached
down to stroke the arm.. “Keep both paws on that wall.” And jerked it back
into place again. “You got an itch, I’ll scratch it..” Fingers worked a hard
nipple over.. Then went after it’s twin. Sugnoh shook, his butt being
compressed into the hard groin. Every last inch of the wide cock was in him,
and it stayed. The male rocked his hips, twisting in the opposite direction
of his legs. “Alright.. I think your ass has been worked long enough.. Let’s
get down to some serious buggering!” The bruin looked over his shoulder at
the male.. They had been going at it for the better part of fifteen minutes,
and this was just the warm-up? “Oooo.. Shit!” The man slid out of him.. “Need
the pail?” “Put That Back!!” Sugnoh roared, shoving his rump backwards.. To
have it shoved forwards again.. “Alright.” Fingers dug into his butt.. He
screeched, twisting as the hand worked the gyrating digits up into him..
“Aaaugh! No! I meant yer dick.. Not yer claws. Please…” He managed to pant
out at last. The mid-day break almost didn’t come.. “OK..” Everybody
breathed… There was a mass exodus to the break-room. “I’d better oil you
again..”
The bear grinned. “Get me any more slippery, and yer fist will slide in.. No!
I Didn’t Mean it!!” Sandwiches were bitten in half. “You sure you don’t want
my arm? It’s bigger..” What a Wanton bastard! Some wiggled their own paws..
And shook their heads. “Alright then. Stand up.. Good. That makes ya
tighter.. If it’s too tight, bend a little. Not that you will ever have to
worry about that..” Sniggers as the bear grunted. “Like that better? Not so
hard on the back, and I still get yer whole front ta play with.. Like these
hard tits..” A moan followed many others.. “Ya got a time-mark to clean this
place up.. I’m going up and file some papers.. If, when I return, I have ta
use a hose ta get ya apart, I’m ripping the speaker out, understand? Now,
show some pride.. Take yer pants off and fold them neatly. Then get yer naked
asses out here where ya got room..” He shook his head and walked up the
stairs.. Turning the external speakers on before leaving. A confetti of cloth
went out the door, followed by dozens of horny bodies.
The guards who were lucky enough to be on camera duty got more than an eye
full as a bat and an otter climbed up onto the shelf and stared going at each
other.. Right in front of one of the spy-boxes! It rapidly made the rounds
Channels A and B had sex-shows on them.. Now, nobody would vouch that it was
Live.. Since it Was rumored that illegal tapes had been played on the
machines before by bored guards.. Others could only listen to the pandemonium
coming from Laundry 2.. Unless one had a mini-viewer. Which some did.. Many a
nipple got bitten and a dick got squeezed that eve. The pair that had lit
this bonfire of lust were still going at it in the sound-proof cubicle.. “Or
I can reach down and stroke yer belly.. Like that?” A paw on his ass,
squeezing it harder and a ragged moan told him the answer. Shadow chuckled,
slowly and easily sliding his penis into the animal. “Your paws are free to
do what they will.. Sometimes it’s fun to just rub nuts.. Like this.” He
pressed their scrotums together and rubbed the testicles inside against each
other.. “I’m gonna.. Gonna Cum!” Teeth bit his shoulder gently.
“That’s what this is all about.. Giving pleasure while getting pleasure.
Anything else is rut.” The bear wailed.. His paws were forced around his cock
and with a see-sawing motion, brought to ejaculation. He thrust his hips
down, sheathing the male to the hilt, spunk splattering against the wall. “Do
it.. Blow yer wad fer me!” Hind paws danced on the floorboards, the boots
and all over. Sugnoh was in heat.. His claws dug deep into the male’s butt,
holding it still. His back scoured the chest, mashed the nipples with furry
shoulderblades. A second orgasm made the bruin chew on his tongue and work
his rump well over piece of male-meat. “Ohh.. Ahhh.. Unngh!” He felt strong
arms holding him still, rocking his shuddering body as the last of the fires
died down enough for him to see again. “Th.. Thanks..” The male rubbed the
top of his head with a whiskery chin. “Any time..” The sweaty bear rubbed
himself against the man. Then leaned back and moved the hands. Shook his
head.. “Cum!” he growled, “Spill yer seed in me Ass..” He worked his butt
around the pole, trying to get it to blow. Shadow grunted, pounding the furry
haunches with a will. Claws gripped his balls, feeling them for when they
would release..
“Ahh! Fuck Me… Yes!” The nuts lurched in his grasp, and the snake deep in
his guts spat it’s creamy load. The bruin growled, using his anal muscles to
drain the male well. The man worked the last of his need off, then stood
still, waiting. He lifted the bear up and licked on an ear. “When you get
tired of my dick up yer ass, say so, and I will get off ye..” “Ha! Yer can
stay there till we both root.. But You have ta get back to yer own
bunk-mate.” He turned and gave the human a kiss. “Thanks.. I learned
something. Yeep!” A hand grabbed his abused ass and rubbed their dripping
cocks together.. “Naw.. Or you would have grabbed My butt and rubbed
bellies.. What a mess… Want some help in cleaning up?” Sugnoh threw the
semi-clean shorts at the man. “Blowen.. Get out of here, Before ya lose the
Entire night!”
The man chuckled and opened the door.. To see a mass of sodden males and a
tiger standing at the top of the stairs glaring down.. “I go off to file
papers and everything goes to Hell! Damn, Commander, you are dangerous…
Oops!” The male grinned.. “If anybody is alive enough to hear that, I will
eat them!” From above them a voice called. “I heard that.. Oooh!” The furball
that was an otter and a bat fell off their perch to be caught. The man ticked
the cum-matted bellies and got moans, but little else in response. “Told
ya..” The tiger grinned and led his friend and partner in war up to the gate.
“How the hell am I gonna explain about the uniforms.. For that matter how the
hell am I gonna get my crew unstuck!” The man grinned. Walked over to an
access panel and ripped a handful of wires out. “Taken care of..” Then
pressed paws with the cat. “Come back again. Say in about a millennium..”
They embraced. The feline growled as a hand squeezed is butt.. “Keep it hard,
Sarge.” Then the male was gone. “Damn..” Trio returned to find the sprinklers
going full-tilt and the entire room dancing under the water. Shaking his
head, the warrior dropped his pants, grinned at a puzzled bear who was just
emerging from the fitting room and followed suit..
* * *
All the way up the guards were slapping his butt, stroking his crotch, or
giving him a kiss. Sometimes all three! “Well.. Spend half the night, And
return with less on that when you left!” A few more guards came by, grinning.
“You got time to shower.. Barely.” The male stripped and jumped into the
shower.. Making Delkyn growl with lust. A guard growled also as the man
turned, showing his erection.. “He’s unavailable.. How about mine?” The
creature made a rude noise and moved on. “Guess not.. Mmmm. Your ass or
mine?” The man rinsed well. “How about we show them what a double-pumper
is..” The canine turned the water off, and worked the air-hose, drying them
both. “Up to it?” A hand gripped his sheath. “Try me..” The male lay down on
his bunk, and the wolf neatly flipped himself on top of the naked body. They
went at each other like lovers who had a lot to catch up on, and not much
time.. EasyLay moaned around the big dick, orgasm turning him into a rutting
savage. Then got his own mouthful to savor. Somebody whistled.. “Never seen
the like..” Another guard growled, wishing He was the one who was slurping up
Blowen’s spunk. They finished and with one last lap, fell into sleep.
– end of part 2
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For some reason, the long chamber that housed the bathroom became the
canine’s favorite resting place the next day.. Because every break somebody
would come over and whisper something to Delkyn. Who would then gasp, look
over at his bunk-mate, growl and make a bee-line for the door. Of course a
somebody or three usually went with him. The only question was, why was it
every time he returned, Delkyn was licking his muzzle or holding his crotch,
and moaning softly.. He was also worthless, begging off even so much as a
massage from his puzzled bunk-mate, who shrugged, and lay down. Winking at
one of the passing guards, who winked back.. And let the block know EasyLay
was all in for the first time since the last Big Orgy..
* * *
Things were pretty quiet for almost a month. Then one evening EmptyBucket
waylaid the wolf. “How much..” Delkyn scratched an ear. “How much fer what?”
Thumb claws latched onto his pants and drug the animal down. “How much fer ya
ta vanish a few minutes..” The canine grinned and stared into the bloodshot
eyes. “First, you have to ask him.. Not that He will say No… Bastard’d
probably screw a knothole.” The male in question smiled at his bunkmate, as
he came around the corner. “And what is wrong with three-ways?” Hands lifted
the bat up so it’s long ear-tips could be nibbled on. Leathery wings wrapped
themselves around the canine’s muzzle, as the bat squeaked and arched. “Got
any tits in there?” Strong hands rubbed his back. And EasyLay had a hell of a
time getting free.. “Shit! Leggo! I gotta Breathe..” The man’s eyebrows
arched. “It’s That Long?” The bat squeaked again, and reluctantly allowed
himself to be pried off the furry snout. “You Are Dangerous!” The male
chuckled and stroked the dark belly. EmptyBucket shook all over. “Oops..
Looks like he’s gonna need a shower.” The creature shuddered again.
“And a good scrubbing.. Hmm.. It will take Both of us Hours to get him clean
again, You know that..” Delkyn was trying his best not to explode.. “Oh,
Yes.. *Giggle* Hours.. *Snort*” They helped the mammal to their cell, while
others chorused cat-calls and the Cleaning Crew drew straws to see who got to
wipe-up the puddle. Another Lottery determined who got Laundry Duty. The
Rabbit who won stood before the chute door with a basket.. And yelled when
they cloth came down. “Wow! He Soaked ’em! Mmmm.. Blowen’s Strap is fragrant
tonight! So is the Wolf’s! Ho, Ho.. Somebody got their dickie played with
today.” The crew gathered round, Nuzzling the cloth. And just about Everybody
got a lick in.. Upstairs, the pair of miners were easing a trembling Cook’s
Helper into the warm water. “Maybe he doesn’t like showers.. Reminds him of
Cook’s Soup.” The creature shook his head. “Oh? You mean he doesn’t take a
dip in the kettle, and calls it flavored? I could swear he sticks his paws in
the ‘Beef’.. I don’t even want to know what goes inta the ‘Pork’..”
The bat squeaked and shook with laughter. Then moaned as fingers got busy
caressing his hide. “Better hurry. Only got a time-mark before Lockdown.. And
Ya don’t wanna be locked in with a pair of horny monsters like us..” He
looked up at the canine. “Wanna Bet?” The man growled ‘Sandwich Meat’ in his
ear, making him shudder.. Then he grinned. “I seen Longen come down looking
like he had been caught by a pack of horny thnids.. I seen Skinny here come
down moanin about his ass. Don’t deny it! You come in gasping about how the
two of you were pounding poles all night.. And if he chewed on yer buns one
more time, yer tail was gonna fall off..” The man shook his head, rinsing
off. “The things I miss..” Delkyn growled and turned off the water. “Come On
Big Mouth.. Let’s get dry..” The male leaned down. “If he asks you to nibble
on his carrot.. watch out!” The wolf smacked his partner’s butt. “Oh Yeah?
Who likes to Play ‘Hide The Bone?’ so much he can’t wait for his partner to
wake-up?”
“What? Wake you up just so I can bugger yer ass? How Rude! I Knew it was a
mistake lettin ya have the Top Bunk. Next thing, You’ll be wantin me to wake
ya up when I give you head..” Both the Bat And the Wolf stared at him.
“Well.. I was horny.. And You were hard. So I let you sleep..” The wolf shook
his head, dropping the air-hose. “And How often does this go on?” EmptyBucket
took hold of the wand and made sure He was Dry.. Then started on the long
legs beside him. “Well.. Only a few times. *Smack!* Alright! Alright.. Once a
week. At least..” Warm air got the furry thighs dried. And a sticky tongue
got them wet again.. “You mean to tell me That the last few times I have been
waking up with a pair of painful balls, it was because You couldn’t wait? You
bastard!” The Wolf grabbed the male and hugged him tight. Much to the delight
of the bat, who got his muzzle squashed between the fragrant crotches. He
shoved a finger up the pair of ass-holes, and fingered them well. Damn!
Blowen’s was tuggin on him.. ‘Deeper? How about two.. Don’t have three, you
bastard! Shit!’ He jerked free and shoved the males apart. “Look! You want
anything longer and you’re gonna have’ta Squat!” The man did just that.
“Delkyn, Up to a little?”
The canine shook his head and dropped to lay on the floor. A guard came by
and tested the door. Growled as he watched the bat climb onto the male’s
back, then hold on as the man bent down to engulf the doggy-cock. “Damn..” He
hit the emergency-override and locked the cell. “Don’t want No Orgies on This
Floor! Not Unless I’m in it!” Then the Rraffin grinned and went down the
doors to see a certain male about easing some of the pressure in his shorts.
Meanwhile the bat was squeaking as his dick was being yanked on by an anus
that seemed to have fingers. Delkyn held the mammal still so he could engulf
both sets of balls. Nibbling on them, the canine grinned when the bat
shuddered like crazy and squeaked, filling the male’s butt with spunk. Then
his own orgasm made him grunt and moan, his balls being drained by expert
hands. After a few moments, the man shifted.. And The wolf growled, biting on
his mouthful. “Not until I get mine..” The man went after his nipples,
tweaking and caressing them. “It’s not polite to talk with your muzzle
full..” And Delkyn groaned. “Now, unless you plan on lying on the cold floor
all night may I suggest we get up. Or at least spread a sheet out. My knees
are getting stiff.”
The canine growled again, letting go of the nut-sacks.. But not without
sliding his tongue over them well.. Laid a blanket down then reclined on the
cloth, waggling his tongue. Shadow knelt, waiting as the bat went over and
washed. Then returned to slide in between the horny lovers. Delkyn shifted,
so he could rub his hard cock over EmptyBucket’s butt. “It’s your own fault,
You know.. You whine.” The wolf lifted his head. “What?” Got a kiss. The bat
was busy trying to decide which nipple to play with next.. Blowen had two big
ones. EasyLay had six smaller ones, and he had four of his own… Damn! But
he kept an ear on the conversation.. “You Whine.. I could understand snoring.
Hell, I snore.. Don’t say it!” The canine chuckled. “I get up to take a whiz
and you are whimpering like somebody kicked ya out into a cold rain.. So it’s
either climb up with ya or bring ya down to my bunk.. And Then you start
nuzzling my chest, feeling me up.. And have the nerve to go back to sleep! I
mean.. I have patience, But not That much!” Delkyn snorted. “Lies.. All lies!
How many times have I had to sit on your face to muffle the snores.. Wake me
out of a sound sleep, you do..” EmptyBucket stroked both sets of buns,
nuzzling the erections. “No wonder I have been spitting tail hair lately..
Not to mention what the inside of my mouth tastes like..” The bat couldn’t
resist.. “What?” Delkyn put a hand on his muzzle. “Never you mind.. Now,
either lick my dick or get out of the way.. I am getting horny! Wha?”
The male searched his head. “I don’t see any horns..” The wolf grunted. “How
about the one between my legs?” “Too small.. Doesn’t count.” Delkyn growled.
“Since when has it been too small.. Who You been sneakin around with?” The
man chuckled.. “You..” Another growl. “You ain’t gettin off That easy..” The
man kissed him. “Delkyn.. Have I Ever been easy to get off?” The bat stopped
nuzzling dicks and perked up both ears. “You keep lappin..” The animal
giggled and nibbled on the pointed dick. Stroked the longer one with a
membraned wing.. “No… You Bastard!” He smacked a shoulder. “Why can’t I
stay mad at ya..” A grin. “Ya can’t screw mad.. Angry, Yes. But not mad..”
Then leaned over and whispered “Sandwich” in the animal’s twitching ear..
Gave it a lick as well. The canine grinned nastily. “Hey Bat.. Get that
muzzle up here..I wanna kiss.” EmptyBucket reluctantly let go of the cock and
moved up. Got his muzzle pressed wantonly.. This time the man’s erection
tapped at the fleshy door under the stubby tail. The canine flipped, showing
his back to the bat. “Come on.. I want it up me..” And Cook’s Helper obliged.
Then he groaned, holding onto the furry shoulders as a thick pole split him
open.
“Too big?” The bat squeaked and shuddered.. “I can get some oil..” The mammal
shook his head. “No Way! You just keep on shoving.. I’ll take it.” And so he
did.. Delkyn snorted. “Why is it I always get the Short end?” And got
smacked.. “Be glad he’s not a snake.. Then he could bugger you and suck you
off at the same time..” EmptyBucket groaned, as the males squeezed him
between them, one working a wonderfully huge prick into his neither end, and
the other doing almost as good a job as Blowen at milking his dick.. Between
the pair, he didn’t last long.. Spurting deep into the canine’s tight ass,
then grunting as his own was filled with hot spunk. They stayed like that for
a while, then Shadow pulled out and flipping Delkyn, went after the
cum-splattered tits. “Oh.. Ah! Stop.. Don’t Bite.. Do Bite!” The canine
howled as Cooks-Helper lapped on his still dripping doggy-cock. Then all
three went into the shower. After a quick turn under the dryer, They sat,
fondling each other and talking.
“I think we may have to move farther from the bars..” The crowd of guards
that had appeared, growled.. “There are three of us and five of you.. That
means unless you want to open the door, two of you are gonna have ta wait.” A
Black Panther came up. “And What does That mean..” Blowen got up, slapped a
hand on the furry butt, and stroked the strong neck with the other. He pulled
the crotch to his, rubbing them together and gave the purring cat a kiss that
made the dark tail jerk straight out.. “What ever you wish it to. EasyLay..
Feel like eating in?” The canine was at the bars, wagging his long tongue.. A
badger had his pants down and his hips pressed to the metal in a heartbeat.
The panther dropped to sink claws into the smooth buttocks and chew on the
dripping penis. “Hey! Ouch! Watch it..” The feline gnawed on the dick. “Shut
up.. Before I Bite it off!” A bear lifted Shadow’s chin to slide a tongue
into his mouth. The other paw pulled the bat’s hips closer so he could shove
his cock deep into the gasping mammal. Delkyn did double-duty, sucking first
on the Badger’s reddish dick, then nibbling on the bat’s longish penis.. The
panther grunted as
a boar-like being worked a corkscrews cock under his tail.
The other guard got in line, and Delkyn found himself playing 3 piccolo’s..
The bruin relieved him of one, sliding the long male-meat between his claws,
while humping it’s owner with abandon. The Panther snarled, then gulped as
his tonsils got sprayed with spunk. He swallowed it all , using his sandpaper
tongue to get still more.. Then yowled as his porcine lover came in his back-
door. The bear groaned, filing Cook’s helpers’ ass up and then some.. EasyLay
had both cocks in his muzzle and was doing a fine job of imitating a vacuum.
Too good! With a moan, both guards tried to drown him in cum.. And didn’t
succeed. He drained them both, squeezing their nut-sacks. Then yelped as
Shadow did the same to him.. Teeth chewed on his doggy-cock to the knobs, as
two fingers slid into his butt. Delkyn jumped and squealed and finally
howled, his own testicles being squashed to get the dregs out. “Please.. ” He
gasped feeling the tongue catch any stray drop of semen. Then the male let go
of Him and Went after the others! EmptyBucket creamed all over the big paw
and now watched as the man cleaned both it and him.. “Leave some for me..”
The bear pulled out and jerked his paw free.
Neither the badger not the other canine could do more than plead as their
shrinking malenesses were lapped on. The Panther, who was watching all this
go on, made sure He was well away from the bars. “Sorry.. Perhaps later.” The
other guards got untangled and wearily made their rounds while a Bucket just
shook his head at the creature’s prowess.. There was only one question
remaining. “Would you prefer to sleep with me or fur-ball?” The bat yeeped
and passed out. So they placed on the lower bunk. “So. Where are you gonna..
Oh, no! I lived through one orgy already.. I ain’t Gonna have your horny self
crawling all over me while I’m asleep..” The male shrugged.. “Alright. I
guess I shall have to lay with EmptyBucket. Who will tell the entire
Day-Shift how you were too cranky to let yer Bunk-Mate sleep next to ya..”
The canine growled and pointed to the upper bunk. “Belly to the wall.. And
keep those fingers off My tail!” Blowen laughed and put his stomach to the
wall. A warm fur-coat draped itself over him.. “Sleep.. We have a busy day
ahead.”
* * *
Delkyn awoke to find himself being cradled in a furry lap. “What?” The bat
kissed him. “You do Whimper.. I thought Crazy was kidding.” “And where is
‘Crazy’ now?” The bat chuckled and nuzzled the animal. “Getting breakfast. We
got so many chits last night, It will take a month to use them all..” A guard
came in with a tray. Followed by Blowen.. “I only got two hands. And my mouth
doesn’t stretch That wide..” He placed the trays on the upper bunk. Gave the
guard a kiss. “Thanks..” Got a growl, and a slap on the ass in return. “No
more chits.. You’ve disabled a whole Level of guards Already..” The male
looked shocked. “Did I say a word? No mention of how much I would like to
play with your big dick. Nothing about how wonderful your balls would feel
soaking in my mouth.. Not a peep about grazing on that furry rump..” The
Ferim shoved the tray into the man’s hands and made a hasty retreat.. “You
are something else..”
He turned and looked at the pair. “Well. If you two think you can stop
playing with each other long enough to eat.. Breakfast is ready.” The bat
unwrapped the canine and took the proffered tray. Delkyn took another and
sitting on the floor, ate rapidly. Cook’s helper nudged the miner. “Somebody
was hungry..” The male shrugged. “That was not what he said last night..” The
bat looked up at the man. “Oh?” A warning growl was ignored.. “Yep. Made me
sleep with my stomach to the wall. Told me I couldn’t even so much as play
with his tail. Then draped himself All over me..” The growl got louder.. “I
tell ya, I Never met someone so stingy.. Throw that coffee and I will have to
take Another bath. And You Yourself said you didn’t want be at another orgy
for a while..” The canine threw up his hands. “What am I going to do with
ya?” The man got up. “Help me dress.. We have to get to roll. EmptyBucket..
Think you can get these trays back by yourself?” The bat nodded, Grinning.
Plenty of hands would be eager to get these trays back.. Especially with the
tales He had to tell!
* * *
Another thing happened on the way to add to the growing legend. They were in
chain, marching along, when a shriek came from above them. “Chains Down.” The
steel links that kept them together in such emergencies were dropped, along
with some of the smaller creatures. “A Bilkh..” The winged carnivore wheeled,
knowing somebody would get careless. Then it would take one of the smaller
ones and be gone before they could use their clubs as no one had guns.
“Rocker..” The cat came over. Shadow whispered something in his ear.. The
animal growled, but dipped his paw in the tan shorts. The guards watched,
curious, as Blowen searched the ground for.. A stone? He returned to take the
groin-strap from the his friend. “Stand back..” He tied a knot in one end,
then put the rock in the cup he had made. The creature still watched,
circling.. Then the male lifted the strap and started it turning.. Slowly the
cloth revolved in a circle, rapidly gaining speed. Rocker yelled, startling
the bird into stillness.. With an over-under motion the rock was flung out of
the strap. *Crack* Went both mineral and bone. One was harder.. The Bilkh
shuddered…
Then dropped out of the sky. It didn’t quite make it to the jungle floor. As
the body descended, it hit a small pod.. And the tree it was attached to
opened up, engulfed the bird, and closed with a *Snap*. “Thanks..” He
returned the cloth to the big cat, who dusted it off, then tried to put it
back in place.. With a chuckle, a dozen of the miners formed a circle, only
occasionally looking over their shoulder at the naked body. When both strap
and pants were back in place, the line was re-formed and they continued
onward. To tell the ones coming out about Blowen’s newest escapade. That
night, nobody slept until a full mark after LockDown.
* * *
And Sugnoh got another chance at the male who made his heart pound.. “Back
for your clothes? FatAss.. Get over here and make sure your measurements were
correct..” A brand-new speaker was installed in the Break-Room. It seems the
old one was ripped out by Trio. The pair disappeared and ear-plugs were
eagerly inserted in all sizes and shapes of sound-catchers.. Again the male
stripped. But this time the bruin had him lay on the floor, and stroked the
naked body with his snout. “Mmm.. You washed. I like that. No, No. Stay there
for a moment.. Oh, Yes!” The bruin lifted the hips and slid his muzzle in
between the muscular butt-cheeks. Rubbed his chin against the puckered anus,
then licked it.. “Do you like my nose up your ass, or prefer my tongue?” The
same otter jumped to one side, allowing the same Buffalo to fall into the
Washer. “Your tongue of course. Your nose is too damn cold..” It took a
half-dozen males to get him out.. And All got Soaking wet. The Tiger looked
like somebody had shoved Him in the vat instead. “I suppose you will want out
of those wet clothes..” A half-dozen volunteers chimed in to help the big
male. “Screw it.. Heat Rules in Effect as of Now!” Cloth flew again as
everybody got naked.. “I’ve never screwed anybody before. Mind if I..” A
chuckle. “Not at all.. Every should try it from both ends. Might change their
mind about Bi-sexuals..” The gasp of that boot dropping was followed by a
howl so loud, Guards from an entire Block came down..
The ensuing orgy lasted till Way past Lunch. Anybody hungry enough to want a
sandwich Wasn’t within a hundred feet of the Laundry Area. Of course it
didn’t help when out of the speakers came – “Oiled? Good. On my knees? Or do
you prefer Face-to-face..” Sugnoh growled, pulling the ass up to his crotch.
“Ohhh. You are So tight!” A chuckle. “Thanks..” The bear felt the anus open
and let his tulip-shaped head slide in.. Just. “Quit teasing.. Hey!” The
orifice opened up and the animal found himself engulfed to the sheath. “Ok..”
It was a wonder the Foundations weren’t rocking.. The entire Lower floor
resembled a furry centipede with a cramp.. Or a bunch of erotic oil rigs.
Pumpa, Pumpa, Pumpa.. Hands, Paws, Feet, Anything that could hold a body
part was tugging, stroking, and pouring coals to already overheated male
bodies. “What a tight ass! I could hump on it all friggin shift!” The
collective groan That statement raised made another tier of Guards come to
rescue their mates.. They didn’t get very far. “Fresh Meat!” The twenty or
so males vanished under naked, squirming, Very horny creatures. Uniforms got
shredded, and tossed to the winds. Anything from the neck down was fair
game.. Especially the crotch area.
One poor creature whose only crime was being well-built, got so many bites on
his dick, he passed out. Not that That stopped anybody. “Now you just lay
there and take it.. And you ain’t gettin uncorked until yer cum! Mmm.. Nice
tits. Here, Let me.. Ahh.” The sound of a tongue on flesh made the floor
move again. “Yeah.. Sweat fer me. I like rubbin my hard nipples on yer
sweaty back.. Quit Grabbin Me Like That! Damn.. You got fingers in there or
What?” Those trying their best to hold out literally blew it.. “You Bastard!
I’m gonna.. Gonna Cream Yer Ass Big-Time!” The lusty growls that turned to
howls didn’t help the wet bodies cool down either.. Nor did the *Thump* of
two rutting males hitting floor. “Aaaahhhh! Oh Yessss.. Ungh! Mmmm.. No..
Please! Just lay next to me for a moment.” A chuckle.. “If you’re as drenched
as I am.. I bet we could slide down the corridor. How? Easy.. Grab yer toes.
Put yer back to the Floor, and have somebody giver yer butt a shove.. Ever
been in a Poly Uniform? Real slick stuff. I could slide down a stair-rail,
jump across to a wall and be halfway across ship in a few minutes. When you
are done.. I think we could Both use a drink.” Somebody dragged their carcass
out from under a pile and managed to get a bucket, toss a dipper in it, and
open the door. “Here..” Sugnoh lay beside the man, one furry leg draped over
the male’s. “Thanks.. You’re naked.” The ferret nodded. “Heat rules..”
The male looked up at his lover.. And got kissed. “Sometimes the fans don’t
work so well.. So we work without clothes.” Shadow rubbed the sweaty butt
beside him. “How?” The ferret gulped and stared.. A pair of tongues waggled
at him. “Two’s company, But three is an orgy.. Care to help with the fit?”
*Slam!* “Guess not..” They untangled themselves and went for the water. “Hey!
No fair..” ‘Wha?’ The bruin watched the dipperful slide down the throat
without so much as a twitch. “How do you do that?” The man grinned and poured
another over his head.. “Sand-Centaurs. Two-legged equines with cocks long as
yer arm.. Lay with one of them for a while and you can peel fruit with yer
tongue..” Sugnoh shook his head. Drank and splashed the cool water on his
muzzle. “How does this feel?” Another chorus of groans.. “Much better. At
least I won’t be ripping shirts. Shall we try for the pants? Or does yer want
to snap those fangs on me nuts now..” The bear chuckled. “I think I can
wait..” Many a sigh wafted up.. To turn into yeeps. “You can ‘Brown-nose’ me
all you want. Yer still ain’t gettin a raise.. And Damn yer nose is cold.. My
nuts shrivel every time you nuzzle ’em.” The bear growled. “Than we shall
just have to warm them up..” *Lap* *Lap* *Lap* *Chomp!* “Not so Damned hard!
I only got onna those.. Now look what you did.. It’s leaking.” A muffled
growl answered the male. “How many times have I told you not to talk with
your mouth full? Now I’m gonna have to spank you..”
*POP* “You Mean That?” “Sugnoh, You grin any wider and that bucket will
fit..” “Don’t change the subject.. You would actually smack my ass?” *Slap*
“Depends on how hard you get my paddle…” The bear shook his head. “You Are
One Kinky Male.. I Love It!” So did the audience.. He rubbed the maleness
well. “Feels hard to me..” “Good. Now grab Wall, Male!” The bruin scrambled
to comply. “One..” *Tap* “Two..” *Tap* “Three..” *SMACK* “Ouch! Hey!! That
wasn’t your dick!” *Smack* “That’s right, My horny little bear.. I didn’t eat
yet, and I want some Hot Buns to chew on..” He sank his teeth into the
reddened cheeks. “Ouch! Stop.. Aaah! Chew on My Ass! Bite my Dick.. My
Balls! Eat’em!!” A second wave of orgasms hit as the crowd did just that.
“You Bastard! Get that cock up here.. EasyLay ain’t the only one who can be a
Dipper!” He grabbed a double-pawful of sweaty butt, and started grazing all
over the well-scented crotch. Of course it was hard to keep ones mind on work
when somebody is nibbling on ones nuts.. Or fingering your ass. Nothing for
it but to do the same..
They had just got started sucking each other, when a snake spat sweet cum
into hungry muzzle.. Then it’s bearish counterpart exploded. *Gulp* *Snort*
The entire floor shuddered as a wave of pleasure hit.. And Nobody stopped
until the dregs were bit, slurped, frigged or pumped out. The pair inside the
room fell over and FatAss let go of his lover. Big Mistake! The male started
chewing a path upwards.. “Hey! You are supposed to lay there and be too tired
as well.. Eeep.. Chew on my Tits! Bite me! Aaaugh!” All the bruin could do
was hold onto the floor and shudder.. “Stop.. Please.” The male did so.
Opened his mouth and pressed his teeth against the animals. Tongues got busy
sliding across each other and fingers squeezed butts. “Blowen..” The bear lay
and stroked the man’s side, “Anytime you want me.. I am available. Anytime..”
The man kissed him. “A question.. If Heat Rules are in effect.. Do we go out
naked? And where do I put my clothes on at?” A hundred mouths rolled the news
around. Along with whatever was in them at the time.. “Why don’t we ask
Trio?” The pants fit well, held up with a belt.
This time when they opened the door, the noise shook everything for a dozen
floors up! And if it wasn’t for the Riot Doors being closed, would have shook
more.. Whistles and cheers and stomps. Howls and growls and snarls. And more
than a few gulps, and moans as somebody popped their cookies. The bear stared
for a moment.. “Shall we join them?” It sounded like an explosion at a
champagne factory.. *Poppity, Poppity, Poppity, Pop!* Hungry mouths growled.
Thirsty tongues licked shiny lips.. “Umm.. I guess a lengthy discussion on
the pleasures of abstinence is out of the question..” The carpet of bodies
moved closer. “It looks grim.. If I don’t make it back, Tell the Kids I Love
them.. Farewell, My Lovely. ” And he grabbed the startled bear, sweeping him
into a prolonged kiss. Whistles and cheers broke out.. “Longer.. Harder..
More tongue.” He dropped the bruin. “More tongue.. What do you think I am? A
pervert? Don’t Answer That!” He put his shorts on to many a howl of protest.
“What’s the matter with you.. Ya see one sweaty ass-crack, ya seen ’em all!
Just because Mine doesn’t have any hair.. And Don’t tell me you haven’t been
peeking in the shower either.. Delkyn told me he’s been selling tickets to
the show!” They howled and beat the floor again. “Now I have to be toddling
back to my cell. So I can get up and eat.. You do know it’s Dawn..” Many of
them shook their heads, but the clock hadn’t stopped because some inmates and
Guards got together for a little dick-tasting. “Day shift’s gonna shit when
they see this mess..” The Tiger grinned, sitting on a step with four or five
worn-out males beside him. “Shadow, You Are T.R.O.U.B.L.E! Now Get, while Yer
ass is still intact.. ‘Cause if none of these other horny bucks want to bite
a piece off, I sure as hell do!” The lights shook so hard half a dozen
reports of an earthquake came in to Central. Which was in no condition to
reply.. The male shook his head, took his shorts off and draped them over one
arm. “This way nobody can rip them off me.. I am not About to go into the
Dining hall with just a strap on!” He grinned.. “Somebody might get the wrong
impression of me..” Then turned to the bear. “Thank you for the most fun I
have had since a Frovina Tailor fit me for a suit.. What? Ask Trio..” The
Traaz shook his head. “Don’t go Draggin me into this..” and grinned
knowingly.
The man walked out onto clear concrete, only getting his butt slapped a few
hundred times.. The Rest fondled it and bit it and licked it. The tiger
followed him to the last gate. “Try to stay away for a while.. I Still don’t
know what I am going to say to Day-Shift..” The man smiled. “Simple..” Went
over to a panel and opening it, tapped a code into it.. “Mechanical
problems..” The Green tiger growled, and pressed his body full against the
nude one. “Cap.. You are a Blowen and a half. Don’t Ever Change!” Then he
pounded on the door. “One going out.” The robotics read his voice, scanned
the area and unlocked the gate. The man put his pants back on, snapping the
pass to them. “How long for those shirts?” The warrior, who had served with
the man in many a war, held onto the wall. “You be glad we don’t bronze yer
ass and stick it on the wall! Mmm.. Probably a week..” The shook hands and
slapped butts. Then Trio left to see what the Insane One had wrought.. A fine
mist covered everything in Red. “What? Oh..” He shook a fist. “Bastard!
Insane Bastard!” The grinned crazily himself and joined the others in dancing
under the paint sprayers. Once a month, the walls get a fresh coat of paint.
By then most of the old stuff was either mildewed or scraped off or just
plain gone. Somebody found an easy way to do this was clear an area. Turn on
hoses and mist the place down. Let dry for a time-mark and replace the
furniture. It seems Somebody had re-set the clock and the automatics kicked
in. So Everybody was red.. And needed a shower.
Including one tired male. “All that for one fitting? And didn’t even remember
to bring the shirt.. What am I going to do with you. Waggle that tongue again
and I will wash your mouth out.. Amongst other places.” EasyLay helped his
Bunk-mate into the water, and dress. Then steered him down into the Dining
Hall. Another black bat who got an earful from his cousin about this male,
put a bowl of mush on his tray with a smile.. “Up all night?” He nodded..
“Want another?” The blue eyes stared at him with a merry twinkle.. “Don’t say
it..” The wolf growled and pushed his mate on down the line. “Well, I can
always use some more cream..” The canine smacked his butt. “Just you wait
until we get back..” And things were pretty quiet once again. The miners
whispered about how Few guards showed up at Roll. And how many got Inners got
yanked to do Laundry duty.. EasyLay listened to all the gossip and shook his
head, watching the male work up a sweat.. And grinned at the others also
watching.
* * *
It Had to happen. And when it did.. Nobody saw a thing. But those who did
watched a Human destroy a SawDugger. Armor plating didn’t help when your
opponent could crack it. Chits had flowed like water on who would be the
victor in the final battle.. And everybody Knew there would be one. Somebody
told Blowen that Breaker had killed more than a few of the small ones. There
was anger in the eyes at these tales as the wall and Fillers could attest
to.. But not enough to kill. Blowen, like his namesake, needed a spark. That
spark was Wunra. Wunra was a small creature who carried water. Accidents and
age robbed him of being able to do anything else. His life was the mines..
And the occasional kind word he got from thirsty miners. Well, this time it
was his turn to carry for the Lower Miners.. And Breaker happened to be
there. Well, he tripped over something, spilling a bit of the liquid on the
Sawdugger. For this he paid with his life. Breaker paid even more dearly, for
he chose to hit Wunra in front of Blowen. Who watched as a big paw lifted the
creature up, to slam him into the wall. Then lift him again. “Friend, I
believe once is enough..” Breaker sneered and slammed the creature down,
stepping on it, and twisting so bones could be heard to snap. Whispers ran up
and down the tunnel as work ground to a halt.
“I ask again. Stop and let the old one live..” Snuer put Maxie into his
sheath and crossed his arms.. He would not interfere.. No matter the outcome.
Actually it was a no-lose situation.. If Breaker somehow killed Shadow,
Rocker, Slide and probably the entire Wreck Crew would come down on him like
a ton of ceiling.. And not even the Captain could save his armored ass down
here. And if Blowen lived up to his name… No skin off the Guard’s nuts.
Especially since he had orders not to touch the male.. At least with cuffs.
Wunra gave one final squeak, as Breaker crushed his skull. The shaft grew
quiet.. So quiet you could hear the splot as Breaker spat on the mangled
body. Then came another sound.. That of a pick-axe handle being snapped in
half. The miners stopped and watched as the human dropped his broken tool,
breathing softly. Delkyn remembered the eyes grow cold.. Then as Breaker
grinned at him they went Black. Like the inside of a coffin Black. “Blowen..”
The one who was called that spoke softly. And EasyLay remembered the words..
Words that when later repeated made a Weapons Officer shudder and turn white.
“Target Locked. Command is Destroy. Annihilate Sequence activated. Remove
target..”
He took all of three strides towards the creature who snarled and shoved
those wicked claws towards the male. They were slapped aside. Hands hard as
steel slammed full into Breaker’s breastplate. There was a cracking sound and
the creature was momentarily lifted off the ground. He hissed like a steam
boiler.. Shadow jerked his hands back, and blood ran from 10 holes. This
time Breaker slid his claws along the male’s sides, gouging furrows, which
were ignored. A gasp went through the mine as whispers told those up and down
the Tunnel what was going on. Snuer always wondered how anybody could hit
someone hard enough to break their neck, which was what supposedly got the
male put here.. He watched, astounded, as the palm of one hand slammed full
into the chin, shattering the jaw. The other hit the plated nose, shortening
it considerably. Breaker was broken.. A soft cheer went up as the animal
swayed. But Blowen wasn’t through.. True to his namesake he had one more
devastating thing to do. The left hand slammed into the chest one last time,
breaking it in half, and blood poured out of the broken mouth.. Then the
right one slammed downward, and the head burst like a ripe melon.
That Still wasn’t enough for the one whose name meant one of the worst
disasters that could befall a mine. “What.. What the hell’s he doing now?”
Lifting both bloodied hands the male slammed them into an overhead runner.
“Oh – My – Deity..” Arms strained to pull the ceiling down.. The board was a
full meter thick and reinforced with steel cables. And it was bending… The
miners were too shocked to do much but stare in gape-jawed amazement at what
they were witnessing.. All except one… “Shadow..”Delkyn carefully made his
way over to the man. “Shadow, He’s dead..” The eyes looked through him. “So
should I be.” With a growl that was both cold as the icy pit itself, and so
full of hatred some stepped back in fear, the being slammed a boot into the
support timber. It snapped like a twig and part of the tunnel bend collapsed.
But only a part.. The rest stayed put, as the timber dug itself into the
floor. And the being who had tried his best to be under the rocks and dirt
was lying on the floor. The canine grabbed a hand.. “Bastard! You ain’t
getting away That easily..” And a half-dozen bodies latched onto the male,
tugging him to one side. He was leaned against a wall and when found to be
still breathing, a ragged cheer came from the assembled miners.
Feet came from everywhere at once. Somebody got a bucket of water and washed
the male to see what wounds he had taken. Hah! Except for the lines running
down each side, Not even a bruise. Others cleaned the mess up and dug what
was left of Breaker out.. The Guard lifted Maxie from his sheath and walked
over to the male. “Maxie.. You are never to touch this male.. I love you too
much to lose you to Blowen.. What is his True name?” Again Delkyn remembered.
“He said his name was Shadow..” The eyes opened and the canine shuddered
again. For they were not the eyes of anything alive.. “FarScout Commander
DeathShadow. At your service, Sir. Target has been removed.” Rocker came
over.. “How is he?” The empty voice came again. “Bio has sustained damage and
has gone off-line.” Two, known to be of a Death-worshipping cult, fell to
their knees and babbled.. Someone walked over and spoke gibberish. The head
turned as if on bearings and scanned the newcomer. Repeated the gibberish.
“Clear the area..” Snuer growled at being told what to do by a robed being..
Then ran like somebody kicked him between his legs when he saw Who had given
the order. The big cat snarled and dozen claws came out. “I stay..” The dark
robe looked him over.
“As you wish, Prince.” Delkyn was no longer sure of anything, But he had
heard those phrases before. He reached.. “Verien Hiver Pilot Delkyn reporting
Commander..” The neck rotated so he was in sight. “You are out of uniform..
How goes the fight with the Vomerans?” He grinned despite himself. “We kicked
their roots clear back to The Third sun!” A smile. The canine noticed it had
gotten Very Quiet.. And nobody but guards were around… “Commander.” The
head swiveled again. “Stand-down. Start Sequence 2. On order.. Go.” The blank
eyes closed. “Bio needs medical attention. Comp going off-line for diagnosis,
as requested.” Then the entire frame stiffened. A clawed hand patted Delkyn
on his shoulder. He looked up at GuardMajor Serrs. “None of you may say a
word of this..” The robed one who spoke lifted his hood, showing a
heart-shaped face. A Spiren? What the hell was someone as high up as a Spiren
doing here? “How long have you known..” Rocker sighed and touched the body
with his foot. “Since he arm-wrestled me.. Plasti-steel bodies are not stock
replacement parts. And Not even Cyborgs have Ship-grade neurocircuits. Unless
they manufacture them.. You were a guess. Nobody gets tossed in here without
reason and I doubt it was to get rid of a speck like..” He pointed to the
twisted thing that lay to one side.
“He was supposed to meet me.. Not save a female, who later died. But the
Commander always did have a soft spot for children.. No matter what race. Did
he tell you she was a Rarn?” Delkyn gasped softly. Rarn were the ruling race
of an entire system.. If she was a servant, it meant she had been taken. And
somebody had been sent out to find her. Somebody who was as hard as a ships
hull. Who could take care of himself.. “Why here?” The Spiren whistled
laughter. “What better place to hide a StarDragon than inside a hole in the
ground?” The eyes snapped open with a suddenness that startled them. “Talking
about me again, Iilkeb?” The insect put a pair of legs together in a pattern.
“Quit cussing in Ur. I know That language too..” He whistled a strange tune.
The Spiren shook and held it’s hands up. “No More.. No More. You butcherer of
verbs..” The man lifted himself up. GuardMajor Hy-Oin walked over. “Not even
scratched.. Cyborg.” The man grinned. “Not quite.. Delkyn, Have I been
porking you with a plastic device?” The canine snorted indignantly. “Hell
no!” The insect shook. “That is the Commander I remember.. When do you
leave.” The man looked up at the other insect, who was clacking his
mandibles. Then made a high-pitched whirr.. Hy-Oin chirped, startled.
“3 years, 7 months, 21 days – Standard.” He stood up and dusted himself off.
Made a complicated hand gesture with the InterGalactic Intelligence Agent..
“I shall wait.” Grasped Rocker’s paw. “Brother’s still?” The cat dug his
claws into the hand. “How did you bleed?” Red dripped from the wounds.. And
was as suddenly stopped. “Shunts. And yes, it’s mine.. I do have to pass
certain tests to travel. Like Romer’s Blight.” A snarl and the cat hugged the
male tightly. “Man or Machine, I welcome you to my tribe. Warrior-Brother
until you rust..” Delkyn now knew Why Longen was glad to be rid of the human.
“I guess I had better lay down and at least pretend to be hurt.. For the
medivac.” A nod. “Fare Thee well, LordCommander of the OutWorld Federation.”
The Spiren watched the creature fall as if deboned. He pressed his
multi-digited hand to a pair of furry shoulders. “Watch him well..” EasyLay
shook his head. “Why? He sounds ok to me.” The Agent took him to one side.
“Drugs. The computer side is programmed to watch over the biological side and
take whatever action is appropriate to keep it going. Only Command Overrides
can change that.. That is so he can’t commit suicide. Or go on a rampage..
However, he Can fool the machine side and die anyway. If he starts acting
strange, Contact Trio. He will know what to do. One last thing.. Were you
really a Hiver Pilot?” A nod.
“And yes, I can keep secrets. To the grave if necessary..” He gave the furry
rump a squeeze. “Good..” Then returned to the puzzled guards. “I am IGI Agent
Iilkeb. Questions.. This is a BioAndroid. Yes, they still exist. I have
deactivated him. He stays here.. Until we can get proper transportation
arranged. We can’t just throw him in a box and ship him. Postage would break
us..” He laughed with the rest. “Remember, keep your yap shut and nobody
knows nothin. Treat him as you would any other prisoner, with one exception.
He messes up, You call Me First. This one is capable of taking a Battalion
out by himself..” He grinned in his way, as the eyes grew wide. ‘More than
that.. Eh, Commander?’ The whine of a lifter came to their ears. “Official
word – Gas pocket. Breaker hit it. A few more got caught in the backwash..”
Delkyn went down with a grunt, when a baton caressed his skull. Rocker
grinned.. “Head too hard.” Then fell. “Nerve pinch.. Now, load them and a few
others who need a weeks rest up and ship ’em.”
* * *
So some with a Lot of Chits got to stay for a week in Menders. Blowen, of
course, didn’t get a scratch.. “Crazy Blowen. Got more lives than a Lyin’
Squeaker..” But word was whispered around the line that a Dipper had fallen
like a meteor onto Breaker. The male was at work again the next week, along
with the others, as if nothing had happened. And nothing did.. Security came
snooping around the cells, but didn’t Touch anything. Or anyone. They had
orders too.. And so for a while, nothing spectacular happened. Then a half
dozen High Powers descended on the Camp. Everyone was taken unawares.. Guards
were spitting and polishing like crazy. Everybody not sleeping or mining was
moving rags.. The cook was so flustered he nearly fell into his own soup..
More than once… Word traveled down the line like a fast fire. It hit the
mine harder than a sudden rain storm.. Chatter was the order of the day for
an entire break.. Words like ‘Triad’, and ‘CloudThumpers'(So high up they
screw clouds), and ‘Warrants Of Deportation’ (You get pulled from here and
stuck on a rock).
It seems that the Guards were lax on making sure the Travel Chain was locked
that day. After all, why bother when the only reward for escaping into the
jungle was a painful death? Unless an ung stepped on you. Ung’s had feet the
size of small cars, and there were 8 of them hitting the ground at any given
time.. At least they were punctual. Every day, at the same time the crew
waited while twenty or so of these behemoths sedately trampled a path wide
enough to be called a road in the underbrush. And it was at one of these
times Blowen vanished. Even money said he was a squashed speck under one of
those feet, or at the bottom of some huge belly, giving something
indigestion.. But hidden deep inside a service corridor, which was so unused,
the dust had dust, was a small box. On it was written ‘If I am needed, I
Shall return’. Inside the box was a Starwave Transmitter.. This wasn’t so
unusual, as many places had such calling-boxes. What Was unusual, was the
unit was the size of a book. And was tuned to no known frequency..
The End
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Waiting (part 10)
“We’re going to die!” The soldier was freaking out. He paced in the tiny room, banging on the walls. “The aliens took the captain and the pilot and they’re going to kill us when they come back!”
The other soldier sighed. “We’ve been in worse,” he said simply.
“No we haven’t! We’ve never been in anything like this!”
“Just calm down, Cal,” the man said, putting his hands on the frantic man’s shoulders. “We’re going to be fine. Just remember your training.”
Cal breathed deeply, attempting to calm himself. He ran his hand over his head, wiping the sweat out of his short blonde hair. He turned to face the other man and said, “You always were the cool one, Ben.”
Ben nodded. He let his dark hair fall over his face. He had remained quiet during their captain’s ordeal but something about it made him uneasy.
“You know something,” Ben said as casually as he could. “When the captain was being,” he paused, leaving the rest unspoken.
“I was getting turned on,” Cal said. “I’m sorry, but seeing her fuck those monsters just did something to me.”
“I had such a hard on!” Ben exclaimed, relieved to find out he was not the only one turned on by the show. “I could fuck a horse!”
Cal laughed, “I hope it doesn’t come to that!”
Ben smiled, the tension easing for a moment. He sat down on the floor of the bare cell, resting his arms on his knees.
Cal put his hand on his friend’s arm and said, “Ben, if we are going to die, or worse, I want you to know how I feel.”
Ben looked into the other man’s eyes, “You’re in love with me?” he exclaimed. “Pervert!”
Cal stepped away, shocked and ashamed. He felt foolish and cursed at himself before stammering, “No! No, that’s not it!”
Ben rose to his feet, laughing. He turned the other man around to face him and spoke softly, “It’s okay, Cal. I wouldn’t mind if you were.”
Cal smiled and leaned into the other man, kissing him softly. “I don’t want to die without telling you. We’ve worked together for a long time and…”
“I’m not gay,” Ben explained. “I’m just okay with this. Because it’s you.”
“I’m not gay, either,” Cal added. “Just for the record.” He kissed the other man harder, wrapping his arms around the larger man’s body.
Ben reached down between the blonde’s legs and said, “Still excited, I can tell.”
Cal smiled, “Fuck me, Ben.”
Ben took of his trousers and began to remove his shirt. He paused to watch the blonde man drop to his knees and sighed as he felt the man’s warm mouth on his hard cock.
“Oh my god, that’s so good!” Ben exclaimed. He put his hand on Cal’s head, enjoying the touch of the young man. He let his head swim in the moment, feeling a million miles away from himself.
Cal slid his mouth down the shaft of his friend’s dick, taking the rock hard member to the hilt. He moved his tongue around inside his mouth, tasting every inch of the man’s shaft. He put his hands on the other man’s ass and pulled him closer, holding on tightly.
“You’re going to make me cum like that,” Ben said. He felt the pressure building and held on to the blonde’s head as he continued to suck his dick.
Cal didn’t stop, instead he tightened his hold on the other man’s but, moving his head quickly back and forth until he tasted the first drop of cum in his mouth.
“Oh, Cal! You’re making me cum!” Ben shouted as he felt the cum travel up through his cock and burst into his friend’s mouth. “Don’t stop, Cal! Don’t stop!”
Cal moved his head back further, increasing the length of his stroke, swallowing every drop of his new lover’s cum. He kept the aching shaft in his mouth until he felt Ben’s body relax, then let it fall out of his mouth. He stroked Ben’s cock lightly and ran his tongue over his balls.
“That was incredible!” Ben said. He dropped to his knees and kissed the other man. “Do you want to fuck me now?”
Cal nodded and kissed Ben, then licked his body as the other man turned around on his hands and knees. He ran his tongue down between his cheeks, tasting the sweat from Ben’s body.
“Lick my asshole,” Ben said. His breathing was heavy and he arched his back slightly. “Get me nice and wet.”
Cal did as he was told, running his tongue over the larger man’s asshole, flicking it inside.
“That’s so good,” Ben moaned. He clenched his fists as the blonde’s tongue darted inside him. “I had no idea!”
Cal rose to his knees, his cock was hard and red. “I want to fuck you so bad!”
“Stick it in, baby. Fuck that ass!”
Cal pushed his cock inside Ben’s ass. He had dreamed about that moment for so long he nearly feinted at the realization it was happening. He nearly came in his lover’s ass as he began to thrust, causing Ben to moan and writhe beneath him.
Cal reached his hand around Ben’s broad body, searching for his cock as it grew harder with every thrust. He took hold of the man’s cock and began to stroke it in a rhythmic motion matching his anal pounding. “You’re getting so hard, Ben,” Cal moaned.
Ben pushed his ass against Cal’s pelvis, focusing on the hand that pumped his cock. “Make me cum, man. I want to cum with your dick in my ass!”
Cal tightened his grasp and pumped Ben’s shaft faster. He felt a trickle of cum run down his fingers as Ben began to make his body rigid.
“Just like that, baby!” Ben said loudly.
Cal could feel the man’s body seize as his cock starting to spray hot cum on the cell floor. He kept stroking him and pushed his own dick harder in Ben’s ass. Cal bit his lip as his body was wracked with an orgasmic wave that delivered his load into the man’s tightening ass.
“I can feel you cumming inside my ass!” Ben shouted, dropping his head to the floor. He strained to keep from screaming even louder as he felt a load of his own cum hit him in the face. He licked his lips, tasting his hot cum on his tongue.
“I love it, Ben!” Cal exhaled. He could feel the cum move its way up his shaft and into the other man’s asshole, then move down the length of his dick and drip down his balls. He clenched Ben’s hips tightly and withdrew his cock slowly.
“Lick my asshole again, Cal,” Ben said. “Please?”
Cal knelt behind the large man and ran his tongue between his cheeks, licking cum out of his asshole. Cal moaned in ecstasy as he tasted the results of their coupling.
“Everything’s going to be all right, Cal,” Ben said as he relaxed. “We’re going to be fine.”
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The Invasion of Nicondria Part 3
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