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"Die Artillerie dieser Felligen hat die oberen Decks zertrümmert. Ich bin mir sicher, dass sie es auf den Re-Mon abgesehen haben." Iridin verschränkte die Arme vor seiner Brust. "Ich weiß, ich weiß Sie wollen jetzt hören das wir das Artfakt sicher versteckt haben. Nun und ich darf ihnen versichern, Supremecommander Iridin, das wir das haben." Iwerdos und Ilindur saßen auf einem kleinen Stuhl und während Iwerdoseine Tasse hielt und an einer warmen Flüssigkeit nippte, gestikulierte Ilindur wild mit seinem Arm . "Und wo haben sie es denn versteckt?" und weil Iridin so klein war stemmte er sich auf den flachen Tisch auf. Um größer zu wirken. Denn desto kleiner seine Spezies war, desto Genetischreiner war sie. "Im Körper von Testperson #005." meinte Iwerdos kurz und schlürfte weiter seine unidentifizierte Flüssigkeit. "Ihr-habt-was?" Iridin musste sich setzten. Ilindur war ganz aufgeregt "Ja, wir haben dem Felzigendingen es eingenäht aber das war noch nicht alles. Wir haben von ihm einige Klone erschaffen, sodass sie niemals heraus finden werden wer von denen es mit sich herumträgt." Iwerdos schüttelte nur den Kopf und Iridin lehnte sich zurück "Sagen sie niemals nie, Ilindur. Sagen sie niemals nie." Erneut erschüterungen. "Sie machen weiter. Ich hab noch ein paar Löcher zu stopfen." Iridin wies aus dem Raum. Als Iwerdos und Ilindur hinter sich die Tür schließen hörten fing Iwerdos an "Die Idee war so beschissen und bescheuert von dir. Das mir schon schlecht wird, wenn ich daran denke." Ilindur winkte ab "M-m-m-meisterhafte Ideen habe ich nur. Und deswegen wirst du auch immer neidisch auf mich sein. M-m-m-m-mitnichten habe ich auch auf der Akademie eine 99 Prozent geschafft, sondern eine glatte 100%." "Ilindur hast du vergessen ,dass dein IQ bei miserablen 450 liegt und du nur bestanden hast, weil wir beide uns einen Körper teilen?" Ilindur ließ ein Schnarren über seine Lippen laufen. "Die von der Akademie hatten selbst unseren größten Vordenker durchfallen lassen und am Ende Revolutionierte sein Denken unser aller." Sie gingen langsam den metallenen Korridor hinunter "Sich mit ihm auf eine Stufe zu stellen wäre anmaßend von uns." "Ja, das stimmt wohl." Ilindur nickte zustimmend. "Wenigstens werden wir heute noch einige Tests mit #005 durchführen können. Ich bin es schon satt seine Eingeweide zu sehen." "Dies wird ein guter Tag. Ich bin gespannt wie sich das Aphrodisiakum
auf seinen Körper aus wirkt. Vor allem wie lange es braucht bis #005 auf eines von den Weibchen losgeht." Sie blieben stehen und warteten vor einer Tür bis diese sich öffnete. Der Raum war weiß ausgekleidet und dadurch sehr hell. "Zeit die Spiele beginnen zulassen." Sie traten vor zwei Konsolen und widmeten sich der Aufzeichnung der neuen Testphase. Vangam wurde in einem Bett wach. Der Raum war noch dunkel aber die Dämmerung gab genug Licht, dass er etwas sehen konnte. Er griff sich die Uhr. 08:30 Uhr "Das ist zu früh" murmelte er. Vangam stand schlaftrunken auf und schlurfte durch den Flur zur Toilette. Er fragte sich nicht wo er war. Er fragte auch nicht warum er voll angezogen war. Es kam ihm so vor, dass er hier schon immer gelebt hatte. Der Druck auf seiner blase war entsetzlich. Es brachte ihm die ersehnte Erleichterung.Als er fertig war und sich die Hände gewaschen hatte spürte er einen heftigen Schmerz "Mein Schädel... Ich hatte doch gar nicht gesoffen gehabt." Er tapste mit kleinen Augen aus dem Bad. "Bah, ist das hier kalt." und durchquerte so schnell es ging wieder den Flur. Blieb aber an seiner Tür stehen, weil dort ein Zettel hing. Er nahm diesen an sich und verschwand in seinem Zimmer. "Bin mit Ayano einkaufen. Hina." Aha, wer auch immer diese Personen sind dachte sich Vangam und schmiss den Zettel in die Ecke. Sein Kopf schmerzte als ob er etwas auf diesen bekommen hätte. Er stieg zurück in sein Bett und zog sich die blaue Bettdecke über den Kopf. Vangam murmelte leise in sich hinein "Dazu ein bescheuerten Traum gehabt. Ich muss wohl damals kleine Hündchen gequält haben, dass ich jetzt so abgestraft werde." Er hatte seine Augen gerade geschlossen als er gepolter auf dem Flur vernahm. Klopfen an seiner Tür. "Mmmhm?" "Zeig ihn mir! Is er süß? Is er ein süßer Wolfie? Hat er weiches Bauchfell? Wie groß ist er? Welche Augenfarbe hat er? Will auch sehen!" Vangam verkroch sich tiefer in seiner Decke. Wie konnte nur jemand so eine nervtötend hohe Stimme haben. " Ayano ist gut. Räum lieber die Lebensmittel ein. Ich kümmre mich um unseren neuen WG Bewohner." "Du bist doof, Hina. Immer willst du zuerst." " Ayano, was denkst du schon wieder. Er hat schließlich gestern ein Stück Türrahmen auf den Kopf bekommen." "Ja, ja, ja. Hab Spaß mit ihm. Ich will ja nicht so sein aber lass mir noch was übrig." "Was? Du spinnst wohl, Ayano. Ich hatte nicht vor... Unglaublich." Eine Schäferhündin steckte ihren Kopf in das Zimmer. "Uhm, schläfst du noch?" "Nein, nicht mehr." gab er patzig zurück. Sie betrat das Zimmer und schloss die Tür hinter sich. "Es tut mir leid wegen gestern. Ich hatte mich noch nicht mal vorgestellt und dann viel dir der obere Teil des Türrahmens auf deinen Kopf. Du warst sofort weggetreten. Wir konnten dich nur noch in das Zimmer schleppen und hoffen, dass du dir nicht etwas schlimmeres zugezogen hattest." "Wofür gibt es Ärzte?" " Ach weist du, du bist ja nicht der erste dem das Passiert ist. Wir haben auch schon versucht das Problem zu beseitigen aber das klappt einfach nicht." Sie setzte sich ein Stück auf das Bett. "So du bist Hina, ich bin Vangam." "Oh, wo sind meine Manieren geblieben. Ich bin Hina Sayuri. Macht aber nichts, wenn du mich Hina nennst. Macht jeder. Die andere Stimme war von Ayano Yumi. Wundere dich nicht, das sie so komisch ist, sie wurde vergewaltigt. Oder zumindest hat man es versucht.Komischerweise ist sie seitdem hinter Männer her. Und dann wäre da noch Miyu Sadako, sie hat das Zimmer neben dir. Was ich dir noch zu ihr sagen muss ist, dass sie sehr empfindlich ist." Vangam Nasenspitze ragte unter der Decke hervor. Sie beugte sich nach unten "So möchtest du vielleicht etwas Frühstücken? Ayano und Miyu würden dich bestimmt auch gerne kennen lernen." Sie küsste seine Nasenspitze. Er wurde unter seiner Decke nervös. "Mhm, danke aber ich denke das ich lieber noch etwas versuche zu schlafen." Sie etwas enttäuscht meinte sie "Wenn du denn Hunger bekommst, dann komm in die Küche. Wir werden wahrscheinlich dann vor dem Fernseher abhängen und uns irgendwelche Sendungen reinziehen. Du weißt schon 'Bulle sucht Kitten' oder so was." Sie verließ das Zimmer. Als er hörte wie die Tür sich schloss sagte er halblaut "Scheiße wo bin ich gelandet?" und legte sich auf die Seite. Er war auch etwas eingedöst als er schwach wieder gepolter und Stimmen im Flur vernahm. Danach hörte er nur wie eine Tür in das Schloss viel. "Oh yeah, endlich ruhe." Aber er hatte sich getäuscht. Jemand öffnete seine Tür, ohne zu klopfen oder ähnliches. "Gott verdammt, habe ich den nicht einmal meine Ruhe? Mein Kopf dröhnt und ich versuche etwas zu schlafen." Er sah nicht hin wer es war. Ihm war es auch egal wer es war, so lange sich Derjenige aus seinem Zimmer entfernte. " Wolfie!! Warum so böse? Ich habe von Hina gesagt bekommen, dass ich mich um dich kümmern sollte. Ob du das willst oder nicht." Sie ließ ihre grünen Augen über die Bettdecke gleiten. Sie konnte aber nicht mehr als seine Nasenspitze entdecken "Tust du mir ein gefallen?" "Sicher,was ist es denn?" " Verlass das Zimmer." "Sicher, kann ich das nicht tun. Wann habe ich dich ,denn mal nur für mich." "Wie, was?" "Die anderen Beiden sind nochmal weg. Lass mich mal sehen wo dich der Türrahmen getroffen hat." Er kam unter der Decke hervor. Er sah ein Leopardenweibchen, mit langem brünettem Haar, langen Beinen. Dazu blaue Hotpants und ein schwarzes T-Shirt. "Oh, du schwitzt ja! Hast du Fieber?" "Nei..." Sie ließ ihn nicht ausreden "Nein, warte ich hole lieber ein Thermometer." Sie ging aus dem Zimmer "Ich muss damals wirklich was schlimmes Angestellt haben, so wie ich jetzt abgestraft werde." Sie kam zurück "Was ist? Warum so böse?" "Ach, ich will einfach nur meine Ruhe haben, dass ist." Sie bückte sich und streichelte seinen Kopf "Ooooh, schh, Wolfie sagt jetzt mal AAAA" "Nein, sag ich mmh" Sie drückte ihm das Thermometer in sein Maul. " So..." Sie grinste hämisch. "So, entspann dich." Sie setzte sich auf sein Bett und griff unter die Decke dabei wurden ihre Katzenaugen sehr schmal. Sie zog ihre Hand von seinem Knie, nahm das Thermometer aus seinem Mund und legte es weg. "Aha, kein Fieber aber..." Ihre Hand verkroch sich wieder unter seiner Decke. "Ich merke gerade, dass du noch komplett angezogen bist. Deshalb schwitzt du so." Vangam rieb sich mit dem Daumen und Zeigefinger am Nasenbein. Sie konnte dabei etwas von seiner linken Hand sehen. Dabei viel ihr etwas ins Auge was in ihr Interesse weckte. " Das wollt..." Sie ließ ihn wieder nicht ausreden. Sie war nun zu neugierig geworden und lehnte sich weiter in Richtung Gesicht. " Hey hey, die Flecken hab ich schon mal gesehen!" Sie deutete auf seine Pfote. "Ah ja..." Er warf kurz einen Blick auf die Oberseite "Ähm, wo? Ich mein wo haste die Gesehen?" Ihre Nasenspitze berührte seine. "In einem Porno! Teehee, du hast also dieses Sergalchick am Strand gefickt wie?" Er zog seine Decke höher. "Äh, wie? Was? Nein! Ich bin kein Darsteller. Ich bin Student für Biologie." Sie entfernte sich wieder und grinste. "Du bist ein kleiner Lügner! Lügner, nananana!" Vangam zog seine Decke noch höher, sodass seine Füße freigelegt wurden. "Nein und wenn, dann kann ich mich nicht mehr daran erinnern." Dies war ihr auch nicht entgangen und setzte sich weiter nach hinten auf das Bett. "So, so, das hätte ich jetzt auch gesagt." Dabei betonte sie das "das" besonders stark. "Wenn du weiter so leugnest muss ich dir wohl das Geständnis heraus kitzeln." Sie zog ihm seine Socken aus und warf diese auf den Läufer. "Du leugnest immer noch das du ein Pornostar bist, Vangam?" Er lugte etwas über die Deckenkante. "Nein..." Sie kitzelte seine Füße. Er begann erst zu kichern. "Nein, stopp a-a-a-a-aufhören. " "Sch, sch, nur wenn du zugibst ein Pornowolfie zu sein!" Ihre Pfote glitt immer wieder über seine Fußsohle.
"Nei... uhuhhahaha. Lass m-m-m-m-m..." "Hast du was gesagt? Ich hab dich nicht verstanden. Du musst lauter reden." "P-p-p-pornow-w-wolfie" "Lauter!" "I-hi-ih-ich bin ein P-p-p-pornowolfie!" Sie hatte auf gehört ihn zu kitzeln. "So, das tat ja nicht weh oder? Jetzt können wir ja mit dem schönen Teil beginnen." Sie rückte etwas nach oben und griff an seine Hüfte. "Lass mir dir helfen mit der Hose. Das ist nicht gesund im Bett." Sie fummelte langsam an seinem Gürtel herum. "Oho, ohhho. Was haben wir den da?" Sie hatte die Decke zur Seite geschlagen und dabei viel ihr seine Beule auf. "Das muss ja höllisch weh tun! Da ist ja kein Platz mehr." Sie beugte sich näher "Nur zu gut, dass wir ihn von seinen Lei..." Ihre Augen weiteten sich als sie die Hose etwas zurückschlug und das was sie unter der Boxershorts erkennen konnte ließ ihr Herz etwas springen. " Unglaublich..., unglaubliche Bälle! Die sind geschwollen wie Äpfel." Sie sah zu Vangam auf. Dieser war unter dem letzten Stück Decke verschwunden. " Ist dir das peinlich?" Er antwortete nicht " Hihi, tolles Muster auf deinen Shorts. Mir gefallen die Smilies. Besonders der hier." Ihr Fingerspitze berührte den Smilie der mittig auf seiner Eichel thronte und streichelte diesen in kreisenden Bewegungen. Sie glitt näher mit ihrem Gesicht an seine Shorts. Sie atmete tief ein und bleib einige Minuten in dieser Position. Als sich sich wieder normal hingesetzt hatte und dabei anfing mit Daumen und Zeigefinger sein Glied hinunter und hinauf glitt, meinte sie mit einem breitem Grinsen zu ihm "Muss ich dich auch noch Waschen, wie?" Sie stand auf ging, einige Sekunden später hörte er wie Wasser lief. Vangam allerdings wollte dieses Chick nur noch legen, es waren zu viele Hormone in seinem Blut. Sein Herz pumpte immer mehr Blut in seine Gürtelregion, hinzu kam noch dieser dauernde Druck auf seine Prostata. Er sah sich im Raum schnell um. Er suchte etwas um sie zu Fesseln und zu Knebeln. Seine Augen erspähten etwas. Ein Haufen voller Kleidung. Er stand schnell auf, griff sich einige Pullover und Hosen. Jetzt brauchte er noch etwas worüber sie Stolpern konnte. Nach einigen Blicken fand er die Lösung: der Bettvorleger. Er stopfte etwas von der anderen Wäsche darunter, sodass die Wahrscheinlichkeit hoch war das sie fiel. Seine Schmerzen, die er gehabt hatte, waren urplötzlich verflogen. "Noch einen Moment, dann hole ich dich. Das heiße Wasser läuft noch in die Wanne..." Er vernahm wie sie das Wasser abstellte und er sprang zurück in das Bett. Die Falle war gelegt. Jetzt musste sie nur noch rein treten und fallen. "Wolfie, ich helfe dir auf." Sie trat auf den Vorleger und viel. Das war seine Chance. Er sprang auf sie. "Uh, Wolfie?!" Er griff sich ihre Arme und verknotete diese, so schnell es ging mit einem grünen Pullover. Sie strampelte mit ihren Beinen. Vangam nahm noch ein Teil, diesmal ein schwarzes Hemd, und verband noch einmal ihre Arme. "Sch, sch, keine Angst. Es wird nicht weh tun. Das verspreche ich dir." Er verknotete es um ihre Beine. "Wolfie, so einer bist du! Du bist so dominant..." Er schulterte sie und trug sie in das Badezimmer. Zuerst wollte er sie in die Badewanne legen aber er hatte die Dusche gesehen und hatte darauf eine andere Idee. Er band ihre Hände an die Duschstange. Sie wehrte sich etwas, wenn auch schwach. Er schlug sie dabei räusperte er sich mehrmals und spuckte etwas schwarzes auf den Boden. "Ahh... Wa.. mmh" Er küsste sie, seine beiden Pfoten verschwanden unter ihrem T-Shirt. Während sie sich seinen Berührungen und Küssen hingab zog er sie näher an sich. Aus dem nichts musste er würgen. Ihre Reaktion war darauf, dass sie versuchte ihren Kopf wegzuziehen. Er ließ es nicht zu und drückte seine Lippen weiter auf ihre. Sie versuchte mit dem Kopf nach hinten auszuweichen, stieß aber gegen die Kacheln der Wand. Seine linke Hand glitt an ihrem Körper zur ihrer Hüfte. Sie stöhnten leise. Ihre Zungen spielten ein langsames Spiel miteinander. Aber dies war nur Fassade für das eigentliche Unterfangen des Parasiten in ihm. Ihre Zunge ertastete noch etwas anderes in ihrem Mund. Es war nicht groß aber es machte sie nervös. Mit seiner rechten Hand drückte er ihre Nasenflügel zu. Jetzt bekam sie Panik. Wollte er sie umbringen? Das war nicht sein Plan. Er zwängte seine linke Pfote in ihre Hotpants und ließ diese in ihre Ritze rutschen. Sie versuchte durch ihren Mund Luft zu holen aber er presste bei jeden Versuch seine Lippen fester auf ihre. Seine Kralle glitt in kreisenden Bewegungen über ihren Anus. Als sie erneut versuchte sich abzuwenden, drückte er seinen Finger in sie. Sie konnte nicht mehr anders, sie musste schlucken. Erst danach ließ er von ihr ab. " Tat es weh?" Sie atmete in langen Zügen. Er lehnte sich seitlich an sie und eine seiner Krallen strich immer wieder über ihren Bauch. Sie keuchte noch "Was hast du mit mir gemacht?" "Sieh doch einfach auf den Boden und guck dir deinen neuen Freund doch an." Er versenkte seine Nase in ihre Haare. " Uh, du riechst so gut..." Sie starte auf den Boden. Sie beobachtete das schwarze Ding, das langsam auf dem Wannenboden, herum kroch. "Ist das Ding in mir?" Sie begann zu zittern. Er atmete tief ein "Du riechst so gut, wenn du Angst hast." Sie zitterte mehr "W-was macht das Ding mit mir? Werde ich st-sterben?" Vangam ließ sich auf die Knie und nahm das Nacktschnecken ähnliche Ding. Es war nicht größer als sein kleiner Finger und nicht länger als drei Zentimeter. "Nein, es wird dir keinen Schaden zufügen." Er kicherte, stand auf und hielt es ihr vor das Gesicht. Es ekelte sie an und sie drehte ihren Kopf weg. "Sag Hallo zu deinem neuen Freund." "Nimm es weg..." Sie er brach sich. Die reine Vorstellung so ein Ding in sich zu haben, ließ sie brechen. Die Armfessel rutschte die Duschstange hinunter. Er sah zu wie sie es wieder ausbrach. "Mhh, eine Schande." Er kniete sich wieder hin, legte die Schnecke ,die er noch in der Hand gehabt hatte, auf sein Knie und ließ griff sich ihren Gürtel. In wenigen Sekunden hatte er sie entfernt und den Knopf als auch den Reißverschluss geöffnet. Ihre Hotpants viel schon von selbst. "Los, dreh dich um." befahl er. "Nein, du wirst mir nicht..." Es klatschte. "Du wirst dich jetzt umdrehen und mir deinen geilen Arsch zeigen. Sonst setzts was." Sie drehte sich missmutig und so gut es ging um. "Gutes Mädchen, gutes Mädchen..." Seine Pfoten glitten über ihren Rücken und schlussendlich entfernte er ihren String. Er knurrte erregt "Mit Leomuster.." Er griff sich ihren Schwanz und begann zwischen ihren Backen zu lecken. "Wolfie..." Seine linke Pfote rutschte an ihrem Bauch nach unten und fing an sie zwischen ihren Beinen zu verwöhnen. Er hörte sie schnurren. Er setzte das stimulieren von ihr noch einige Minuten lang fort, danach nahm er seine Pfote von ihrem Geschlecht und drückte ihre beiden Backen mit seinen Fingern auseinander. "Du willst ihn, oder?" Noch schnurrend antwortete sie "Oh Gott, nein!" Er nahm den Parasiten wieder auf, spuckte auf ihren Anus und legte ihn auf diesen. "Sei ein braves Mädchen und entspann dich." Er sah zu wie sich der Parasit in sie zwängte. Langsam, so unendlich langsam. "Mach es ihm nicht schwerer als es ist, Ayano." "Ich möchte ihn nicht in mir haben!" wimmerte sie. Er drückte ihn weiter in sie. Er meinte gesehen zu haben, dass einige Tränen über ihre Wangen rollten "Große Mädchen weinen nicht! Große Mädchen freuen sich darauf was sie geschenkt bekommen." Er versenkte seinen Finger in ihren Arsch als der Parasit in ihr war. Stand danach auf und ging seitlich um sie herum. "Warum? Warum machst du das?" mit seiner rechten Fummelte er die gelben Knöpfe seiner Shorts auf. "Weil Schlampen, wie du, nichts anderes Verdient haben." Sein Glied rutschte aus dem Eingriff heraus. " Siehst du ihn? Er ist wegen dir knochenhart. Deinem Arsch, deiner Pussy, deinem ganzen Körper und du weißt sicher was wir dagegen machen können oder?" Vor ihr wippte sein Glied. Rot geschwollen, schwerfällig. Vangam begann damit ihren Schließmuskel zu verwöhnen. Sie konnte nicht anders, sie musste anfangen zu schnurren. Wie sich immer wieder sein Finger in ihren Arsch drückte und sie dabei immer wieder etwas mehr weitete. Sie verlor immer mehr und mehr die Kontrolle über ihre realen Gefühle und das was sie sich einbildete. Es war beinah so ein Gefühl, dass sie betrunken war und dabei verstärkte sich dieses sich bei jeder Bewegung, die Beide taten, weiter. "Verstehst du. Du hast den ganzen Spaß..." flüsterte er ihn ihr rechtes Ohr. Sie sah ein, dass Widerstand zwecklos war. Ihre Augen waren wässrig, dies aber nicht vor Schmerzen sondern vor Lust. Etwas befahl ihr Vangam zu gehorchen. Ihr Bauchgefühl befahl es ihr und es war ein gutes Gefühl. "M-eister?" sein Finger verließ ihren Anus. Streichelte noch einmal ihren Rücken und band sie danach los.Sie richtete sich zitternd auf und konnte sehen wie er sich an der Wanne abstützte. Sie zog ihre Klamotten auf Hüfthöhe "Warte..." Sie ging zittrig aus dem Raum und kam kurz darauf wieder. Sie hatte ein Weinglas dabei und als sie hinter ihm war, ging sie auf die Knie. Vangam ließ etwas Wasser aus der Wanne als er ihre Pfote an seinem Glied spürte. Dabei grinste sie und hielt das Weinglas unter ihm . Als genügend Wasser abgelaufen war schloss Vangam den Ablauf wieder. Sie fing an die ganze Länge zu wichsen. "Nur keine Scharm..." Sie steigerte bei jeder Bewegung ihr Tempo " Ich will auf meinen neuen Meister anstoßen." Es sollte nicht lange dauern.Zumindest hatte er das Gefühl, dass sie das nicht zum ersten mal machte. "Nnnng... gleich..." Sein Gesicht war knall rot und er begann wieder zu schwitzen. "Guter Wolfie ..." Er hielt für einen Moment die Luft an aber die Massage war zu gut. Er hörte es platschen im Weinglas. Sie sah allerdings nicht ein aufzuhören. "Bis es voll ist..." Er verkniff sich das Stöhnen so gut es ging. Unterdessen machte sich sein Körper auf einen neuen Orgasmus bereit. "Nnnng, Fuck..." Seine Beine gaben langsam nach. "Nicht mehr viel..." "Sie brav und mach mir das Glas voll." Er kam erneut, dabei rang er um Luft. Dieses mal schien er nicht mehr stoppen zu können. Er lief aus und als sie sah das ihr Glas überlaufen würde legte sie ihren Daumen an sein Glied und drückte zu. Sie stellte schnell das Glas zur Seite, legte ihre Lippen an ihn und ließ los. Sie schluckte und schluckte. Vor sich seine Organe hängend, ihn am ablutschen, dies erregte sie durch und durch. Er glitt immer tiefer in ihren Rachen als beide eine vertraute Stimme vernahmen "Ayano! Genau das habe ich mir gedacht!" es war Hina. Vangam konnte nur schemenhaft sehen was sie tat. Was er allerdings spürte war, dass ein harter Gegenstand an seinem Hinterkopf abprallte und er schlagartig auf in einem Moos überwucherten Tempel Hof aufschreckte. " Meine Fresse, was ist denn los? Wo bin ich denn hier ?" Leicht benommen sah er sich um. Seine Augen wurden schmal. "Irgendwas stimmt hier nicht! Erst bin ich in einem Badezimmer und dann wache ich hier in einem Hof auf! Und wo verdammt sind die ganzen Personen? Wenigstens etwas positives ich bin nicht verletzt." Er sah an sich hinunter. Jeans, Hemd hatte er an und sogar war sein Mobiltelefon in seiner Tasche. All dies passte nicht in sein Bild. Er stand wackelig auf und ging langsam ein Stück die Hofmauer entlang. Mit seiner rechten Pfote glitt über die braunen Steine in der Mauer und diese waren alle aal glatt geschliffen. "Scheiße! Das gibt nix mit Klettern." murmelte er in sich hinein. Dabei sah die Wand nach oben. Und selbst wenn, wie würde er über das Dach gelangen. Es knallte, einmal, zweimal danach mehrere male schnell hintereinander. Vor Schreck drehte er sich um und presste sich gegen die Mauer. Ein Feuerball raste über den Himmel, seine Augen verfolgte diesen, da entdeckte er noch mehr von diesen Dingern. Einer schien in seine Richtung zu stürzen. "Das war's so werde ich sterben..." Gebannt von diesem Schauspiel vernahm er nicht sie sich jemand hastig näherte. "Vangam, schütz deinen Kopf!" Er wurde umgerissen. Kurz darauf schlug es mittig in dem Hof ein. Steine und Schmutz prasselten auf sie hinab. "Su..san? Was ist hier los?" "Sch, sei ruhig!" " Wa..." Sie legte ihre Pfote um seine Schnauze und drückte zu. Er blickte nach rechts. Aus dem Einschlagkrater stand eine Person auf. " Zielsysteme... online!Bewegungssysteme... online! Ortungssysteme... online! Alle Systeme online!" Vangams Augen wurden immer größer. War das ein Roboter? Seine Statur deutete auf einen zweibeinigen, gepanzerten und mit einem Sturmgewehr bewaffneten Roboter hin. "Was zum Teufel ging hier vor" dachte sich Vangam. "Dringe in Gebäude ein!" Dieser setzte sich in Bewegung und durchbrach die Mauer die vor ihm war. Es war die gleiche Sorte von Mauer wo er vorgestanden hatte und sie schien. Sie nahm ihre Hand weg als es außer Hörreichweite war. "Gut, er ist weg..." Sie stand auf und half ihm auf. "Susan, was geht hier vor?" Sie sah im an das er Erschöpft war. "Keine Zeit zu erklären, Vangam." Seine Augen wanderten kurz über sie. Sie war hatte einen langen schwarzen Ledereinteiler an, darüber trug sie ihre Weste. "Wir müssen zu erst das Ding aus dir kriegen." Sie griff sich seinen Arm, streckte diesen aus. "Was fü... Ahhhh, spinnst du?" Sie hatte ihm eine Spritze in den Ellenbogen gerammt. Seine Augen sahen mit entsetzten, wie Susan sie entleerte "Willst du mich umbringen?" "Keine Angst, damit bekommen wir das Ding raus. Könnte nur unangenehm in der Darmregion werden." Das alles ging Vangam zu schnell. "Was für'n Ding? Und warum trägst du diese komischen Klamotten und...?" Sie warf die Spritze auf den Boden, dabei antwortete sie ihm nicht "Wir müssen hier weg. Los, hinter mir her." Sie lief ein Stück Ungefähr in die Mitte des Hofes und er versuchte hinter ihr her zu wanken. Er ging auf die Knie "Warte nicht so schnell. Ich bin noch zu schwach." Sie kam zurück und stützte ihn. "Ich hab ihn. Schickt einen Transporter, der uns hier raus holt." "Wer?" Fragte Vangam bevor ihm schwarz vor Augen wurde. Sein Kreislauf spielte verrückt. "Verdammt, Vangam nicht jetzt. Beeilt euch, er wurde ohnmächtig." " Sind in 30 Sekunden da.Wir halten, dann nach der Signalfarbe ausschau." Sie keuchte "Vangam, warum bist du so schwer?" Sie nahm die Rauchgranate von ihrem Gürtel und ließ sie fallen. "Farbe in Position. Warten auf Abholung." Es ging kaum ein Windzug und der rauch entwickelte sich binnen Sekunden. "Gurte Nachricht, ich habe Sichtkontakt zum Rauch. Uh und 'ne schlechte Nachricht. Es sieht so aus als ob ein paar Inquisitionstruppen in den Hof eindringen wollen." "Ich sehe sie P-576. Gehen sie einen schnellen Sinkflug. Wir haben nicht viel Zeit, wenn die uns Beide in die Finger bekommen, dann war alles umsonst." " Der Truppentransporter senkte sich langsam als er über dem Rauch stand. Den Lärm den der Transporter machte war unglaublich selbst im Schwebenden zustand."Geht das nicht schneller?" "Schneller ist nur noch abstürzen." Sie humpelte mit Vangam in Richtung Ladeluke. Als erneut eine Explosion eine der anderen Wände zerstörte. Sie sah schnell herüber " Scheiße, Vangam warum bist du jetzt ohnmaächtig?" Sie konnte aus weiter ferne, leise die Stimmen der Inquisitionstruppen vernehmen. "Da drüben eine Sukkubi! Knallt sie ab!" Vangam fing die Kugeln ab, die für Susan gedacht waren. Er zuckte unter den Treffern. Er stöhnte. Sie rollte sich in den Transporter und zog Vangam hinten auf die Ladefläche. Die Kugeln schlugen in die Seite ein. "Worauf warten sie noch. Los, los, los." schrie sie den Piloten an.Die Düsen heulten als er Vollgas gab. Sie griff sich schnell das Verbandszeug welches sich unter einem Sitz befand. Sie sprang zurück zu Vangam. Sein Blut bedeckte bereits großflächig den Boden. "Scheiße, er verblutet mir hier. Pilot geht das nicht schneller?" Der Pilot blickte kurz über die Schulter. "Schneller geht's nicht. Ich hole schon das Maximum aus dem Baby raus." Sie fühlte den Puls, doch da war keiner mehr. Sie begann mit einer Herzmassage. "Vangam, nicht jetzt..." Immer wieder drückte sie sein Brustkorb, aber nichts als Blut lief aus seiner Schnauze. Sie drückte schneller, die Tränen schossen ihr in die Augen. Ihre Pfoten wurden immer Blutverschmierter. Ihr Gehirn versagte ihr das rationale Denken "Warum ? Warum..." flüsterte sie. Sie hämmerte auf seinen Brustkorb. " Warum? Warum tust du uns das an?" Sie kauerte sich zusammen. Sie war gebrochen. Sie hatte alles aufs Spiel gesetzt aber für was? Für ein Abenteuer? Für einen Beschaulichen Ausflug auf eine einsame Insel? Sie hatte den größten Trumpf geopfert und sie wusste, dass es keine einfache Expedition war. Sie riss ihre Kopf nach oben und starte an die Decke über ihre Wangen liefen ströme an Tränen "Wieso tust du uns das an? Was haben wir dir getan? Warum nimmst du uns die letzte Hoffnung?" Sie schluchzte und dabei dabei biss sie sich in die Lippe. Nach Minuten, des Trauern, stand sie auf und ging nach hinten. Sie sah über die Insel und das wenige was sie durch die Tränen sah war nicht weniger schrecklich. Teilweise brannte es. Irgendwo schlugen Granaten ein. Sie konnte die Erdfontänen sehen. Zwischendurch konnte sie Personen als auch Roboter sehen. Das Mündungsfeuer, die todbringenden Flammenwerfer. "Festhalten, wir überfliegen Marinegebiet!" "Es macht keinen Sinn mehr. Wir werden sowieso verlieren!" Sie hielt sich an einem der Haltegriffe fest. " Wer nicht kämpft kann nicht verlieren, sondern nur untergehen." Sie nickte nur und starte dabei weiter aus der Ladeluke. "Wir werden wohl nie eine wirkliche Chance gegen die Inquisition haben und irgendwann werden sie uns aus dieser Welt getilgt haben." " Mal sehen was General Daiki zu deinem Versagen meint." Sie atmete hörbar aus. Das Schicksal war besiegelt, die Inquisition war nicht mehr aufzuhalten. Das wusste sie ,das wusste die Pilotin, das wusste jeder. Und sie alleine war daran schult. Sie konnte mit der Schande nicht mehr leben. "Zeit, das zu beenden." Sie zog ihre Pistole und schluckte. Susan setzte sie unter ihr Kinn. Ihre Hand zitterte, sie drückte es fester gegen ihr Fleisch. Ihr Zeigefinger krampfte sich. Ihre Gedanken waren noch nie so klar wie jetzt. "Keine Schande über mein Haus."
BANG
"Scheiße..."
Ende
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Expedition ins Ungewisse Tag 3 - Déjà-vu by KenFurFox
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*You Won't Fall, I Promise By:* Kiyo - 20 March 2006
Flamedramon x Exveemon
*Notes:* *AU; Title came from lyrics in the song I was listening to earlier today. Lyrics are at the bottom of the page. I thought of this while I was sitting in the GHSGT's today. Fun stuff.*
*Disclaimer:* *I don't own Digimon.*
The wind blew softly around the area. It was mid-spring, the weather was clear and warm. The grass moved in wavelike formations as the wind moved along the fields. Birds flew in migratory patterns and figures as they returned to their seasonal homes.
Flamedramon sighed softly, very relaxed, contemplating all of the above. Exveemon was laying beside him, his arms behind his head and his eyes closed, dozing silently in the shade with him. Flamedramon couldn't ask for more; it was incredibly peaceful today, and he was with his lover.
They were laying against a tree in the field, one of the only ones around. There were some wild digimon roaming around, but none of them were attacking eachother as would normally be expected. Spring was a great time in the Digital World. Violence was seemingly obliterated in these few months.
Exveemon stretched as he started to wake up. Flamedramon smiled as he looked over to him and ran a paw along his arm.
"Hey there.." Exveemon yawned as he hugged into the other digimon. Flamedramon reached his arms around the larger digimon and hugged into him tightly. They laid there for a while, just cuddling while the wind blew warm air around them.
"I've been thinking about a lot of things lately..." Flamedramon said after a while into Exveemon's neck. Exveemon moved off to the side a little, laying on his side, resting his head on his arm with the other arm on Flamedramon's belly. "It's just... I know that we're just 'files' in this place... We're all temporary if you think about it..." Exveemon nodded slowly, while trailing a clawtip lightly along Flamedramon's belly.
"I'm just worried... what if one day, something happens and I never see you again. Like a random defragment or deletion spree.." Exveemon leaned up, then gently kissed him on his muzzle, hugging him tightly.
"I love you... more than you could ever imagine... and if anything like that were to ever happen, nothing could take me away from you. Nothing. I promise." Flamedramon held into him a little tighter. Exveemon slowly draped his wings around them both, wishing he could show his affection for what it was, but there really was no way to express it.
Flamedramon lightly drug his tail along Exveemon's, slowly wrapping his around his, brushing his muzzle along his neck.
"Thank you so much..." Flamedramon whispered as he gently kissed Exveemon's neck.
*Ending Notes:* *Wow this meant to be a drabble but almost came out to be a lot more than that. ; I was listening to this song as I was walking home today, and I really think it kind of fits this. Kind of. ; Hope you enjoyed it.*
*The Dream Club Murders* Dead Poetic
So after all, you needed more than a death-threat fall. You needed more, and I let you fall. Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw. And I remember you aspiration, your dream to fit in. But it's gone, and they're here. So let's kill these felons now.
But I remember you, you'll go, you'll find a way back home. But I remember you, when you stand there, You stand with your eyes closed. And I feel, tonight, that I let you die. But you could have lived forever, it took smiles to keep you alive. But heroes die, and so did mine. But you go, and I stay, will it keep you at peace now.
But I remember you, you'll go, you'll find a way back home. But I remember you, when you stand there, You stand with your eyes closed. And I'll dig you out, and I'll sit you up. For the fools to find you, the fools breathe into you.
So sleep child no one can touch you now. No one can hurt you now. Not here. Anymore.
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You Won't Fall, I Promise by Kiyoshi
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The dog followed the cat for some time. He didn't know where the alley tabby was going, but he hoped it was to food. He hadn't eaten in what seemed like an eternity.
They walked to an old, broken building. The cat jumped nimbly into a shattered window while the dog looked around. He snorted his frustration when he couldn't find an opening.
The tabby cat peered out from the broken window and meowed. This caught the dog's attention. The two looked at each other for a moment. The cat nodded and turned back into the window.
This time, the dog followed. He carefully picked his way through broken wood and rusty metal. Water dripped into puddles along the broken tile flooring.
They entered a chamber that seemed to have escaped the horrors of the outside world. In this chamber was a wide assortment of stray cats and dogs, along with two humans.
The dog looked on curiously. His stomach rumbled from hunger. The cat had joined him this time and was contently purring.
A large German Shepherd approached the duo. This female looked as if she once belonged to a wealthy family. It was possible she was once a show dog. She looked down at the mangy dog and his feline friend.
"Welcome to the only sanctuary left in England. Everything else has been destroyed," the shepherd said, her voice deep and baritone.
The dog looked at the female with interest. It wasn't common for dogs to talk. Especially in the presense of humans. That thought in mind, he looked again at the two humans.
They were scrawny things, these humans. Both were female and neither looked the least bit appetizing. Their hair and skin was so dirty, you couldn't tell their race or heritage. The dog shook his head at their state.
The shepherd turned her head in the same direction. She sighed. "This was all we found of our human companions. Everyone else has died."
The dog approached the humans tentively. He bent low to the ground and pressed his nose into one of the female's hands. The young girl smiled and let him sniff her.
He looked back at her and licked her face. "What is your name?" he asked softly.
The girl stared at him. It was obvious she couldn't believe he could talk. So, the dog asked again, this time with a much more calmer voice.
"Rebecca," she stammered out.
The dog nodded. He turned to the shepherd and the mixture of dogs and cats around. "There has to be a way to check other places. I know England is not the only place in the world. We should get a full report of the outcome of the rest of the world. This girl, Rebecca, may be able to help us."
The shepherd approached him. "What is your name, dog?"
"Sparky."
*East Coast, America, 9113*
Sparky growled his discomfort as he fixed the human child some food. It had been two months since they got the girl and now he was stuck taking care of her. As he fixed the food, he remembered why he didn't want a human.
When he was a pup, Sparky had gotten a human boy for his birthday. He was so excited, but his parents told him that he would have to take care of the boy. And he did. Little did he know the amount of work involved in such a process.
Humans needed a special diet. And being ominvores, they needed a special mixture of vegatables and meats. And everything had to be cooked. Humans did not do well on raw meat.
And humans were curious. You had to keep them occupied. Give them new challenges. And plenty of books and learning materials. If you didn't constantly teach them new things, they grew up to be duds and horrible.
And they needed to bathe at least every other day, if not every day. More than two days without a bath and they reeked.
Sparky's children had been very enthusiastic about having a new pet. The family had gone to the pet shop where the children racked up Sparky's credit card to $300 on supplies for the small human.
The dog sighed as he placed the food on the floor and called to the human. The girl ran into the kitchen and sat on the floor. She picked up the plate, spoon, and fork, and hungrily gobbled up the chicken and rice meal Sparky had fixed.
Indeed, this human did not belong to Junior and Snook. No, this girl belonged to Sparky. After only one week of having the human, the pups had lost interest. And instead of getting rid of the girl, Selna had told Sparky to take care of it.
The dog sat at the table with his breakfast and opened the morning newspaper. He lazily read through the stock exchange and sports information. "So, more felines are rebelling," he said, as he read the headlines.
He looked at the small girl. After a good bath and brushing, the girl's blonde hair began to shine. She was a cute little girl, even if she lacked fur. She had green eyes and slightly tanned skin.
She looked up from her plate and smiled childishly at the dog. Sparky returned the smile. "My boss would get a kick out of you. He would be so happy to see the little human girl that I rescued from getting put to sleep. He's a human rights activist himself. A large lion with a huge mane," he said.
The girl's eyes widened as he told her about his boss. Then she giggled. "Lions are pretty," she said.
Sparky nodded and gestured to the girl. The little girl leaped from the floor and skipped to the dog. The dog scooped the small child into his lap. "Yes, lions are pretty. But they can be a nuisance as well."
"What's a nuisance?" the little girl asked.
"Well, Ash, a nuisance is when someone or something becomes very annoying. Sometimes to the point where you want to get rid of them," Sparky explained.
The child pouted. "Am I a nuisance?"
Sparky laughed and ran his paw through her hair. "What would ever make you believe that?" he asked.
"That's what Junior called me," she said, tears glistening in her eyes.
Sparky pulled her closer and did his best to calm her. "You are far from a nuisance. Junior just doesn't like the idea of having to take care of you. Not that he does anyway. Don't worry. I'll talk to him," he said.
The girl nodded. "Master? Can I meet your boss?" she asked.
Sparky thought about it for a moment. "Well, every year he has this special deal where we can bring our pets with us. And it's coming up. So, yes, if you would like, I can bring you."
The girl squealed.
Surprised by the new sound, the dog looked at Ashleigh. His ears perked up and he cocked his head. the child giggled.
The lion gazed at the girl with interest. He paced around her.
Ashleigh was frightened. She hadn't realized just how big Sparky's boss was. Not to mention, she hadn't really seen other animals aside from the dogs at home. This was definantly not a dog.
As Kelai reached out to pet Ashleigh, the frightened child ran behind Sparky. The lion and the dog laughed.
Sparky bent down and picked the girl up. "There's nothing to be scared of," he said to her soothingly. "Mister Kelai here is really nice. He just wants to look at you."
Ashleigh had buried her face in Sparky's fur. She peeked out a little as Kelai petted her hair.
"If you would like, you can call me Lyciun," the lion told the girl.
Holding tight to Sparky's fur, the girl looked up. This lion was really big and frightening looking.
Kelai gave up and went back to his desk. "You should take her to the human park. Get her used to other animals and other humans. Keeping her in one place all the time is not good," the lion said as he sat in his chair.
Sparky raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me how to train my human?"
The lion shook his head. "No. I'm trying to give you advice. She terrified of any other animal that is not you or a member of your family. Not to mention the humans. She won't even go near them."
Sparky sighed. "I know. I just don't ever have the time."
He sat in a chair and placed Ashleigh on the floor.
"You should make time, Sewell. She's just a child, so she can still learn to be around others. If you don't train her early, you'll have a hard time with her later in life. Trust me. I've got five of them at home," Kelai explained.
"That doesn't surprise me. Felines are known to have many humans as pets," Sparky said.
Kelai shook his head again. "And one day other animals will realize that humans are not pets. They should be treated like any other being."
Sparky sighed. This was a neverending battle. "As long as I'm paying and having to take care of her, Ashleigh is my pet. I don't appreciate you saying differently in front of her. Haven't you heard of what humans do to animals who give them such liberal ideas?"
The lion scoffed, "All of my humans have liberal ideas and they are just fine."
"They haven't figured out they could revolt yet," Sparky said.
"Why would they? What would be the point? Humans know that the masterminds of this world are the animals. They won't undermind us. They are intelligent creatures," Kelai said.
Sparky rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath, "Next you'll be telling me they have souls."
The canine stood up and called to Ashleigh, who had wondered off to look at the African masks Kelai had mounted on the walls. The girl quickly obeyed and took Sparky's paw into her hand.
Sparky gestured to the small child. "See, Kelai? She is a good child. She does as she is told and she doesn't think anything about it. You start putting ideas in the head of a child like this and soon she'll start rebelling. Remember, I used to own a human before her."
"Yes, Sparky, I remember," the lion sighed. "He was a good lad. It's a shame your parents had to put him down."
Sparky sighed. "In his rebellion, he killed a three-yearld kitten."
"I still think it was an accident," Kelai said.
"Regardless, Lycuin, once a human kills an animal, you have to put them down. They won't hesitate to kill again," Sparky explained.
The dog lead his human out of the office and down to his own, private office.
As Sparky typed on the computer, the child played in a corner with her toys. They left the office building around five o'clock and headed home.
Ashleigh sat in her seat and looked out the window to the passing animals and cars. She sighed, "Master? What happened to the little boy you used to own?"
Sparky kept his eyes on the road as he spoke. "My parents had bought me a little boy for my birthday one year. Course, the boy was about ten years old when I got him. A few years later, Lycuin and I were playing in the front yard when Greg, my boy, dropped a kitten from the treehouse we had. Normally cats land on their feet and are fine, but this kitten was only eight weeks old. Her neck was snapped. Instead of suing us, the kitten's parents demanded that Greg be put to sleep. I haven't had another human since. Until you, that is."
"You knew Mr. Kelai when you were little?" she asked.
Sparky nodded. "We were classmates and good friends growing up. Little did I know I would ever wind up working for him."
Ashleigh smiled and nodded her content. She turned back to the window.
They pulled into the drive to see Selna greeting them on the porch. As they climbed out of the car, the female canine smiled to them. "Supper is ready," she said.
Sparky nodded and took Ashleigh's hand. Together they walked into the house and went to their supper. Ashleigh sat on the floor and contently ate her meal of green beans and smoked sausage.
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Dawning of a New Age: Caged Animals by Black Widow
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It had been fifteen days since Travus was brought to the underground caverns of the resistance. He had begun to feel better; his pounding headache had subsided about a week ago. He was clad in light blue pajamas that had been provided by the felicians. The human was now pacing the room that he had been originally brought to. He watched as Glacis entered the room. Travus moved to hide his arousal at the sight of her salacious saunter and accompanying musky scent. He longed to run his hands through her soft-white fur, but he did not want to cheat on Minka.
Glacis: You don't need to hide. I know you want me.
Travus: I can't let down my Minka.
Glacis: Our operative in Blight's hotel told me that Minka has already slept with many felicians and that she did not resist.
Travus: Probably the kitty. And, maybe Blight.
Glacis: It was. I think she'll understand if you want to fuck someone else.
Travus: Not yet.
Glacis: Have it your way. I should tell you why we brought you here.
Travus: I thought you wanted me to help in the attack on Blight's hotel.
Glacis: We had another reason for saving you. Dr. Katis wants to meet you.
Travus: Who is she?
Glacis: She is a brilliant geneticist.
Travus: Felician?
Glacis: Yes. She had ulterior motives for having us rescue you. I'll leave you to her.
Glacis walked out of the room, glancing behind at the human with her green-feline eyes and licking her lips. Her tail twitched in slight annoyance at Travus' imperviousness to her advances. He would not be able to resist her for long.
Travus sat in the chair next to the bed. He watched as a strangelooking felician entered the room. She looked like a shrunken leopard with wispy fur that appeared to be balding in various areas about her body. She also had wispy gray hair akin to a human's and the piercing blue eyes of a human. Travus looked at her in consternation, unable to fathom the combination of human and felician traits. Her spots appeared to be giant freckles that covered her exposed flesh. Her tail was a mere spotted stump. She wore a gray lab coat.
Katis: I am Dr. Katis.
Travus: I figured. What do you want from me?
Katis: As you noticed, I do not appear fully felician. The truth is that the felician genetic code has been growing increasingly unstable. There are felicians that are a normal blend of human and feline, felicians like Blight and me that are significantly human, and then there are felicians that have very little humanity and become quite feral shortly after birth. These felicians are usually imprisoned to protect the general populous.
Travus: So, felicians are originally from earth?
Katis: Yes. We were part of an experiment to create a new species of sentient beings. We tried to live among humanity for many years after our inception and then decided to find our own world. On felicia, we were free from the prejudice and animosity of humans. We have lived here for over a century. Our human and feline traits have become randomized in our sexual chromosomes. I brought you here to perform an experiment. I want to observe the genetic code of an original.
Travus: Original?
Katis: I want to inject you with the serum that changed humans into felicians.
Travus: You want to turn me into one of you?
Katis: Yes. Our genetic code is becoming more and more unstable. I want to examine the original genetic code and hopefully discover a method to stabilize the code. I don't know what the future holds for our species. Will you help us?
Travus: I don't know. I kind of like being human. What about Alana? She is also human.
Katis: She is too connected with that canine. We need you. The future of felician depends on discovering the root of this genetic instability.
Travus: What about my mink?
Katis: I don't believe she needs you as much as we need you.
Travus: We haven't been together long. I'm willing to do the experiment. It might be time for a change in my life. Noone has ever needed me like this. Maybe Minka will even like me as a felician.
Katis: Splendid. I'll have the serum ready in a couple of hours. Which cat do you prefer?
Travus: Tiger.
With that, Katis left the room. Travus was nervous about the impending experiment. He knew it could mean leaving Minka, but it was a chance he wanted to take. It was a chance to change his dreary life. The idea of Minka having sex with felicians sank in and he thought it was time for their relationship to change. And, his life was going nowhere.
Katis returned three hours later with serum in hand. The fluid was blue in color. She tied a rubber cord around his left bicep and injected the liquid into the artery. Dr. Katis then left the room and instructed Glacis to watch him through the night, especially for signs of a feral nature.
An hour later, Travus awoke from a nap to feel a feverish feeling. He felt like he was both hot and cold at the same time. His skin itched and felt like it was crawling with insects. His teeth fell out and were rapidly replaced by feline teeth. Orange and black fur spouted from myriad places about his body. His ears expanded into pointed feline ears. Travus felt a sharp pain in his tailbone as a tail punched through his flesh. He screamed out in agony as his bone structure transformed. His skull and jaw changed to resemble the maw of a tiger. He screamed again as his musculature began to burn. His muscles grew to ten times their human size. Claws ripped through his fingertips. He shredded his pajamas with his new claws. His scream became a roar and barbs punctured his penis from within. He collapsed onto the bed as the changes continued to emanate. He had dreams of the jungle, of stalking prey, and seeking mates. The fur-covered bedspread also became part of his dream as he found his prey. Glacis watched over the tiger. She noticed that he had cum on the bed during his sleep. She smiled and tasted the fluid. Glacis enjoyed the alkaline taste.
Later in the evening, Glacis removed his barbs under a local anesthetic while he was unconscious, for Katis insisted on genetic diversity. If the barbs were left intact, he would have a higher probability of impregnating every felician he mated with. Glacis then applied a salve to speed his healing. The newly created felician slept fitfully for five days after the serum was injected. Travus awoke to marvel at his new physique in the full-length mirror to the right of the bed. His golden feline eyes surveyed a creature that was part human and part tiger, a felician. He studied the patches of white fur amid the orange and black, particularly the white patch on his torso that began on his chest and went to his groin. He noticed his white-furry balls, which now seemed thrice as large as before the transformation. Travus extended his claws and gave a menacing glare at himself before withdrawing the claws. Glacis entered the room causing his phallus to stiffen.
Glacis: Wow! You transformed into a sexy tiger. Let's see you resist me now.
Travus: I don't think I can resist you now. Your scent is incredible.
Glacis was still wet with estrous. Travus licked her furry face. He could smell her arousal intensify, the scent sweet to his improved sense of smell. He moved behind her and nibbled her neck. Glacis assumed the mating position; she lifted her buttocks and moved her head to the floor. Her tail lifted in a motion of invitation to coitus. The tiger stared at her red-hued labia that were drenched with mucin. Travus penetrated her estrous-swollen vulva with his mushroom cap. He no longer cared about the mink; he savored the mounting of this heated felician. His head buzzed with his animalistic passion for this felician. He felt her warmth as he pounded her pussy. The bumps where his barbs had been removed tingled with pleasure. She purred as he drove his rod into her depths. He continued to yiff her, her love pouch increased in heat as he continued to piston her. Travus roared as he came within her. His semen permeated her canal; he hardened quickly after he injected his fluid.
Travus mated her again. The tiger gripped her hips. Glacis moved into his thrusts writhing with each plunge. After a few minutes, she came hard with an orgasm fostered by his intense yiffing. Her orgasm caused her heated loins to spurt pussy juice. The sticky-white lube drenched his huge testicles and dripped onto the bed. The oily fluid stained the bedspread. The tiger drenched one of his fingers with the fluid and tasted the nectar. Travus continued to drive his swollen rod into her estrous-drenched cunt. He grabbed her hips as he mated her in frenzy. His growls echoed through the caverns. Glacis mewed in pleasure as her purrs intensified. She came again with passion insurmountable. A few minutes after, Travus ejaculated again; his fluids permeated her loins. Travus could feel her wetness.
Glacis gently pushed Travus onto the bed and straddled him. She ran her claws through his chest fur. The tiger stroked her breasts, tweaking the taut nipples. Her vagina dripped with body fluids. He savored her moisture as semen and pussy dew dripped from her pussy onto his chest. This sex was wet. He loved being a felician.
Glacis: That was magnificent. Especially for your first time as a felician.
The two cats yiffed five more times and collapsed onto the bed in each other's arms. Travus stroked her fur, paying special attention to the fur around her vulva. The two slept fitfully through the night in a tight embrace. Travus forgot the mink; he had found pure ecstasy that was missing with her...
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Smuggle Kitty by Minkat
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WARNING: Italian language
Kari era una bella e giovane ragazza, aveva lunghi capelli biondi e occhi azzurri. Un corpo minuto ma grazioso. Inoltre, era una brava allenatrice di pokemon. Il suo pokemon preferito, era un'esemplare di Ekans.
Il suo Ekans, era un pokemon molto forte ma purtroppo, c'era un problema: Ekans non riusciva ad evolvere in Arbok. Kari aveva studiato innumerevoli tipi di allenamenti e diete, ma sempre senza ottenere alcun risultato. Finchè un giorno, in biblioteca trovò un vecchio e polveroso libro intitolato: "Allenamenti Proibiti". Kari prese il libro e lo portò a casa, pensava che forse avrebbe trovato la soluzione per il problema del suo Ekans.
Giunta a casa sua, si chiuse nella sua camera da letto e stando sdraiata sul letto, cominciò a sfogliare il vecchio libro. Lesse di molte tecniche proibite di allenamento finchè non trovò quel che cercava: un rituale che avrebbe permesso al suo pokemon di evolversi molto velocemente. Kari lesse ad alta voce "Per consentire ad Ekans di evolvere subito in Arbok, l'allenatore deve essere pronto a sacrificarsi dandosi in pasto al proprio pokemon." Perplessa e un poco incredula, Kari ci rise sopra e decise che quella era una soluzione davvero stupida. Perciò, prese il libro e lo chiuse in un cassetto della scrivania dove sarebbe rimasto dimenticato per molti giorni.
Kari si era quasi completamente dimenticata del libro e del bizzarro rituale di cui esso parlava quando accadde per caso che in una calda giornata estiva, mentre era sdraiata sul suo letto con indosso la divisa alla marinara della scuola, per scacciare la noia, Kari cominciò a toccarsi: dapprima con discrezione si passò qualche volta le dita sopra le mutandine poi, manmano che l'eccitamento cresceva, la sua mano divenne più audace e andò ad infilarsi sotto le mutandine, cominciando ad accarezzare lentamente ma con decisione le sue parti intime. In breve tempo, Kari era già molto eccitata: la sua faccia era rossa, i suoi occhi lucidi e già cominciava a sentirsi bagnata in mezzo alle gambe. Quando chiuse gli occhi sentendosi vicina all'orgasmo, le capitò una cosa strana: ebbe una visione di lei completamente nuda e avvolta dalle spire del suo adorato Ekans. Questa visione unita all'eccitamento crescente, le causò un'orgasmo molto inenso: tutto il suo corpo si tese, la schiena si inarcò, la mano libera si afferrò saldamente alle lenzuola del letto e lei non pote fare a meno di lasciarsi sfuggire un sommesso gemito di piacere.
Quandò tutto finì, Kari rimase per qualche secondo sdraiata immobile sul letto col viso ancora arrossato e trafelato poi, lentamente tiro fuori la sua mano destra da sotto le mutandine. La ossevò a lungo in silenzio: era completamente inzuppata dei suoi umori vaginali. Si chiese anche se essere mangiata da Ekans sarebbe stato altrettanto intenso ed eccitante. In preda ad una nuova ondata di eccitamento causata da questa sua nuova e folle fantasia, la ragazza, corse alla scivania aprì il cassetto e ne tirò fuori il vecchio libro proibito. Prese a sfogliare freneticamente le vecchie pagine finchè non ritrovò il capitolo che le interessava e riprese a leggere da dove aveva interrotto. "Affinchè il rituale possa riuscire, l'allenatore deve essere desideroso di donare se stesso al pokemon e il momento migliore per attuare questo rituale è una notte di luna piena." Lentamente Kari chiuse il libro, si alzò dalla scrivania e avvicinatasi alla parete col calendario, segnò con un pennello la data della prossima luna piena.
La ragazza, ormai stregata dall'idea di essere mangiata, passò i giorni che la separavano dal prossimo plenilunio a masturbarsi con quella fantasia nella mente ogni volta che ne aveva l'occasione. Inoltre, per essere certa che Ekans la divorasse, sottopose il pokemon ormai divenuto il protagonista delle sue fantasie ad un digiuno rigoroso.
E alla fine, la notte di plenilunio giunse. Kari al massimo dell'eccitazione, fece uscire Ekans dalla sua sfera pokè. Lei era seduta sul bordo del letto mentre Ekans era sul pavimento raggomitolato fra le sue spire. "Bene Ekans oggi è il grande momento!" Esclamò Kari entusiasta "Tu mi mangerai e poi diventerai un bellissimo Arbok." Il grosso pokemon serpente, inclinò la testa di lato con fare perplesso. "Coraggio non perdiamo tempo!" La voce di cari era incrinata dall'eccitamento e mentre si spogliava era pervasa da un lieve tremore. Intanto Ekans, continuava ad osservare perplesso la sua padrona che si spogliava.
In pochi secondi Kari terminò l'operazione ed ora il pokemon poteva ammirare il bel corpo della sua padrona: un corpo minuto ma snello e ben fatto, due bei seni piccoli ma piacevoli e la peluria bionda dell'area pubica. Sempre seduta sul boirdo del letto Kari domandò al suo pokemon "Allora ti piaccio?" Poi con fare sensuale allungò una gamba fino a sfiorare col piede il muso del serpente "Non vorresti assaggiarmi?" Domandò visibilmente eccitata mentre i suoi genitali cominciavano a dare segni di eccitamento: la clitoride si induriva e la fica cominciava ad essere umida. Ma Ekans non reagiva e questo raffreddò un poco Kari "Non mi vuoi mangiare?" Gli chiese "Perchè?" Kari non capiva, aveva lasciato Ekans senza cibo per giorni, perchè adesso non la voleva mangiare? Quindi, pensò di cambiare straregia: sempre tutta nuda, si distese sul letto dando le spalle ad Ekans, fingendo di dormire. Per Kari l'attesa fu snervante, mentre aspettava che Ekans facesse la prima mossa il suo eccitamento cresceva e la sua fica stava sgocciolando i suoi succhi senza dar segno di voler smettere. Ad un certo punto, Kari udì un flebile rumore e poi qualcosa cominciò a solleticarle i piedi: Era Ekans! Kari era così tesa che il solletico ai piedi le causò un brivido di immenso piacere ma si trattenne e continuò a fingere di dormire. Continuò a fingere anche quando si accorse che Ekans stava striscando sopra il letto ed anche mentre lentamente il pokemon cominciava ad avvolgerla nelle sue spire.
Ekans lavorò delicatamente e lentamente: prima avvolse il suo corpo attorno alle caviglie di Kari poi, lentamente fu il turno dei polpacci, delle cosce, dei fianchi e del petto della ragazza ansante a causa della malcelata eccitazione.
Kari senti le lisce e sensuali spire di Ekans avvolgerla, le sentì strofinarsi contro il suo nudo corpo: era un piacere indescrivibile! Soprattutto quando le spire del serpente comincarono a strofinarsi contro le sue parti intime già molto stimolate, portandola molto vicina ad un grande orgasmo. Quando le spire di Ekans si avvolsero attorno al suo collo, Kari smise di fingersi addormentata: al limite del piacere e con voce tremolante sussurrò al suo pokemon "Ora mangiami..."
Obbediente Ekans cominciò a stringerla saldamete fra le sue spire, Kari potè percepire sul suo corpo tutta la forza di Ekans che però la stava stritolando senza farle male. Nella stretta fatale del suo pokemon, la ragazza cominciò a gemere e dibattersi langudamente, sentiva le spire del serpente che le stavano schiacciando i genitali ed i seni, inoltre, la lenta e progressiva asfissia le stava procurando strane sensazioni di piacere. Passarono così alcuni minuti e Kari stremata dal grande turbinio di sensazioni ma soprattutto dalla stretta micidiale di Ekans, aveva smesso di dibattersi anche se era ancora viva e coscente. Con le sue ultime forze, Kari aprì gli occhi giusto in tempo per vedere la grande bocca di Ekans spalancata e pronta ad ingoiarla.
"Ah..." gemette la ragazza appena un'attimo prima che le fauci di Ekans si chiudessero sulla sua testa.
Ekans incominciò così a ingoiare la propria allenatrice partendo dalla testa. Presto venne il turno delle spalle, dei turgidi seni, per proseguire poi con il ventre snello. Quando la bocca di Ekans giunse in prossimità dell'area pubica, Kari ebbe un'ultima reazione: tutto il suo corpo si irrigidì e la sua fica bagnata, spruzzò un lungo getto di liquido vaginale. Pochi istanti dopo, anche la fica bagnata di Kari venne inghiottita da Ekans che ne assaporò i succhi prima di proseguire il pasto con cosce, i polpacci ed i piedi di Kari.
Il piano di Kari aveva così funzionato alla perfezione. Tranne che per un dettaglio: Ekans era ancora Ekans!
FINE
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Kari ed il suo Pokemon (ITALIAN) by Theprey
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It was an ordinary day for Antony, Alistair and Oliver. Antony is a 17 year old pok copyright mon trainer; Alistair and Oliver are 17 year old pikachus with yellow fur and black strips across the belly (which weren't his pok copyright mon.). The three friends attend MAG (magic and pok copyright mon) high. The only reason Antony got in because he showed excellent skill in magic and shifting into pok copyright mon forms. None knows his secret but I'll tell you that later. The first class is pok copyright mon forms (basically shifting into different forms of pok copyright mon.) Antony was a natural; he always shifts to his favorite pok copyright mon which are: rayquasa, groundon, kyorge, dilaga, palkia and heatran.
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"Battle class yes" Antony cheered. in battle class, Antony has to have a separate teacher show he can channel his magic into pok copyright mon attacks. At the end of battle class the teacher would read out two names to have a practice battle. None gets hurt because he would cast a safety spell. Today was Antony VS Alistair. "I'm not holding back" thought Antony. "BEGIN" Announced the teacher. Antony was in his pikachu form and hit Alistair on him chest for 2 points with a thunderbolt. The two met in a deadlock of irontails. Antony just overpowered Alistair and striked his face for 5 points. "END. Score 7:0 Antony wins!" announced the teacher. "Nice battle. You gave me a run for my money" Antony chuckled while turning back to a human.
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The lunch period was here. The three friends walked to the lunch hall. On the way they passed a female ponyta. "Hi jess" Antony called out "hi" jess replied. In the lunch hall the three friends and jess sat together and talked about what they have been doing today. "I whip Alistair today 7:0! My best score!" Antony cheered
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The afternoon bell rung and the friends went to their separate classes. Alistair, Oliver and jess to science and Antony to magic class. He was some of the few people/pok copyright mon to be in that class. Since today was Friday the pupils could practice any spell. Antony practices his future spell and his secret, his moon scence. Because he isn't from earth. He is from an unknown land and none knows about it not even his pok copyright mon! (Which are at home.)
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The end of school bell rung and the three friends went home. "Bye jess." shout the friends waving bye to jess and went home. Antony, Alistair and Oliver live together with Antony's pok copyright mon. He owns nearly every single pok copyright mon in the world. The friend got in, dressed and turned on the TV. "Welcome back sir" said a rayquasa. "Thanks ray. How is you-know-who?" Antony Asked "she fine. WAIT! I sence something. An evil present" Ray snared. "3, 2, 1" Antony counted and then a gengar bursted though. "L.E.D.S ARISE!" Antony shouted then a sword and amour appeared. "I'm here sir." Said someone."L.E.D.S! Don't call me sir." Antony scarled. "Sorry knight of the elements." l.e.d.s replied. "Ray check on my pok copyright mon, protect them. And get you know who and ellie out of here. That's an order" Antony shouted and the rayquasa flew away. "Now Antony. Surrender or Die!" cackled the gengar. "Wrong way round. You need to learn how to speak right." Antony shouted and swung his sword and chopped the gengars arm off. "Bone claw." Shouted the gengar but Antony destory it and chop gengar's head off. Alistair and Oliver were still watching TV like nothing happened. Antony called ray on his watch with stored everything for him. "Green snake, Green snake, this is legend. Do you read me?" Antony whispered into his watch. "Loud and clear. All pok copyright mon are safe." Ray replied. "Bring them back now. Threat eliminated." Antony ordered and shut of his watch or his Commutater and walked into the living room.
"Hey. Shall we?" Antony asked while striping then turning into a pikachu. "Yer" Oliver said and started to lick Alistair's sheath then Antony's and Antony licked Oliver's sheath until their Chu cocks were exposed. Antony then sucked Alistair's cock,
Alistair sucked Oliver cock and Oliver suck Antony cock and formed a triangle. They all pre at the same time. "Let's move on" Antony said and blushed. Oliver mounted Alistair and Antony mounted Oliver. Antony entered Oliver then he entered Alistair. They all moaned. Antony entered Oliver then he entered Alistair. They all moaned. Antony and Oliver Thrusted hard into their bitch. "Oh it so tight. Oh... I... think... am... going... to..." Oliver whimpered. Alistair cummed on the floor witch sent Oliver over the edge and cummed in Alistair and grow still, but Antony was still going like a demon possessed then cummed into Oliver. they all collapse and fell asleep in a puddle of chu cum.
HEY who's this? To find out answer the fucking phone.
"Hello, Hello, Hello, what doing on here then, and who is it?" Antony asked in his best police man voice. "Hi Antony, it jess." Jess replied jess cheerfully. "Hi jess. What do you want?" Antony asked, "Hey can I come round today, i got nothing to do." Jess asked. Alistair and Oliver nodded. "Of course you can. You are always welcome here." Antony replied happily. "Great, see you in a bit" jess cheered and put the phone down. Antony checked the time and two of his pok copyright mon wasn't up yet and it was 9:15. "O.K water pok copyright mon you know what to do. Hydro pump!" Antony shouted and his two pikachus (which were asleep and not Alistair and Oliver) got extremely wet. "We're up" shouted the two Chu. "Kiara, Riku! We're having a guest. Get up and please look presentable." Antony moaned. The two Chu got dry and put on their smartest clothes.
Ding god
Antony (still in pikachu form) went to the door and opened to greet jess. "Hi Jess. Are you hungry or something."Antony asked. "I'm starving. Have you got fire flakes?" Asked Jess. "Ray. Show Jess the Fire Flakes." Antony said to Ray. Ray went into the kitchen then Jess followed suit.
After lunch Jess and Oliver went to town with all of Antony's Pok copyright mon. witch left Antony and Alistair all alone. "I'm bored. Shall we?" Antony Asked while striping. "O.k." Alistair said in a sexy tone. They got into a 69 and licked each other sheathes.
"Antony, I'm back Oliver just went to get somet..." Jess shout then saw them. The two male stared blackly at her. "C-can I-I join?" jess asked and caught them off guard. Antony and Alistair stopped with their Chu cock fully erected. "o.k." Antony replied. "Antony can you go to my vagina and Alistair to my mouth?" Jess asked while striping. Her slip was already moist. "O.K" Antony replied and position himself at her entrance and Alistair went to her muzzle. Jess sucked on Alistair cock for a while then signaled Antony to start. Antony entered slowly at first and went all the way to the end then pulled out then thrusted back in. Jess gave a soft moan then went back to Alistair cock. every time Antony thrusted Jess gave a moan on Alistair's cock witch made him moan. 10 minutes later Jess gave a moan witch sent Alistair over the edge and exploded in her mouth. She gulped down every drop and pressed on Antony Cock again and sent him over the edge and shot deep inside her painting her vaginal walls with his seed. a few minutes later they got up and put on their clothes and gave Alistair and Antony kissed sharing Alistair's seed. "Mmmmm Alistair you taste good." moaned Antony. Jess broke the kiss as Oliver walked in. they ate dinner and fell into deep sleep.
Well this is my first story on YS. I hoped you enjoyed it as i enjoyed writing it.
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pokemon fun by Bolty
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Text: I sit down on the tank itself, wearing only a pair of black panties and a black bra, both made to stretch a considerable amount. Under me is a helium tank.
I push my brown hair out of the way, my green eyes glistening. I take the hose of the tank, and put the nozzle in my mouth. I turn the valve, and a rush of the gas goes into me.
First my stomach expands, filling divinely and quickly. Already I look like I should be carrying twins. Next were my breasts, filling evenly, and quite well. The pressure was building already, thirlling me.
Once my breasts and stomach had their fill, the helium starts to fill my other extremities. My legs, ass, and arms. All were growing, being saturated with the gases from the tank. My weight had certainly decreased. I even felt lighter. I continue to let this gas slake my thirst.
My body started to rise off the ground, my head bobbing down to keep ahold of the tank's hose. But it was long enough for me to float to the ceiling without losing it.
Now that the helium had no where else to go, my face started to fill out, my cheecks puffing up. I close my eyes, dreaming I was floating on a cloud.
Now, I just expand, having no more room in my body for the gas to fill. I felt light-headed, but dreamily so.
My body was starting to round out, becoming a perfect sphere. My arms and legs were cones, and my bra had long ago busted off.
My ass was filling out nicely. My panties were thinning into a thong the way this was going. I release my bitedown on the nozzle, the thing turning off automatically, as I had it preset to.
I close my eyes to sleep, hoping to wake ready for more. I awoke much as the same as when I slept; floating around aimlessly.
I kicked off the ceiling and grabbed the hose, it turning on. Soon my body found it's ambrosia of inflation as I continued my expansion once again.
My body was taking the pressure well. I was fully round, and my panties snapped off and was left nude.
The pressure kept on, filling me more and more. Becoming unbarable, but I ignored it, focused on my own figure rather than my ditress.
Now I can't ignore it. The tank read that it was only half gone. I was surprised I took in this much. If given two of three days, it would leak out of me on it's own. But I could feel it.
My body couldn't take another ounce of pressure. A single huff, and that was it.
Pop goes me.
Do I dare?
Most likely pop just to get a high-so to speak.
I bite down on the nozzle, and the tank begins emptying again.
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Star Fox : The Lounge of Lust By : Archetypeangel
Disclaimer - This story is a work of fan fiction and contains adult material. If you read you agree that you are ok with adult material.
Introduction
In the depths of space team Star Fox has just defeated a brutal enemy.
"Way to go team, another one of Andross' factions destroyed!", Fox Mc Cloud exclaimed. Falco said, "They were no match for our superior firepower!", over the intercom. Then Peppy O'Hare said, "You are becoming more like your father Fox.". Shortly after Slippy came on the intercom and said, "Hey, what about me?!". The rest of the team replied by saying, "Shut up Slippy!".
Shortly after team Star Fox headed back to the ship for some rest before their next battle ...
Story
Falco, Fox and Falco were relaxing in the ship's lounge and getting close to heading to bed.
"Well guys, I am bushed ... time for me to get some sleep. Good night everyone!", Slippy said. They replied, "Night Slippy.".
Slippy walked out of the lounge and proceeds to his room to sleep.
"Looks like it's just us now.", Falco said.
Then he locked the door to the lounge so Slippy wouldn't be able to bother them. Fox was sitting all alone on the couch and looked a bit nervous.
"I think I am going to head to bed too Falco.", a noticeably shaken Fox said. "Aw, what's wrong ... afraid you will like it?", Falco said arrogantly.
A few days earlier Fox and Falco were in the ship's showers and Falco made a move on Fox. They had sex that night and since then Fox has been a bit cautious of Falco.
"Come on now, you didn't complain last time .. as I recall you loved it.", Falco said.
Falco proceeded to move his hand slowly down Fox's chest and into his pants. Fox was quivering but not resisting.
"Ah, I knew it .. I knew you loved it.", Falco said while caressing Fox.
Then grasped Fox's hot, throbbing member and felt Fox jump. Fox pushed Falco's hand away and got off the couch.
"What is your problem Falco?" Fox said. He then thought, "Why am I so turned on ... I hate how Falco treats me like a bitch. Well, it did feel great last time ... what, no I will not do that again.".
Falco sat on the couch and pulled down his pants, revealing his plump, juicy cock.
"You know you want to ... it's alright, the others don't know.", Falco said while rubbing himself. Fox was unsure of what to do and said, "I, I don't know ...". "It's alright, there's nothing wrong with wanting to.", Falco said with confidence.
Fox then proceeded hesitantly over to Falco and sat next to him on the couch. He then slowly leaned down and started to suck Falco.
"That's it, I knew you couldn't resist.", Falco said with arrogance.
Falco placed his hand on Fox's head and moved him closer and closer each pass. Fox was loving having Falco's huge member inside his mouth. He caressed it with his tongue, moving up and down from top to bottom. Falco then put his hand under Fox's chin and raised his head up. Fox had spit drooling from his lips to Falco's cock.
"Now then shall we move to the next part?", Falco asks.
Falco bends Fox over on the couch and slowly pulls down his pants.
"Wa..wait Falco.", Fox whimpered. "Don't worry Fox, you will like it.", Falco replied.
Falco slowly licks Fox's ass and sees Fox's tail jump up. Fox bites down on his lip to try and keep from letting out his cries of pleasure.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good Falco.", Fox yells in pleasure. "I knew you would love it Fox. Let's keep going ...", Falco said.
Falco licks his finger and slowly pushes it inside of Fox's tight and warm body.
"Uhn, Fa..Falco be gentle ...", Fox cries.
Falco then pulls his finger out and leans over to talk in Fox's ear.
"I want you to tell me that you want me.", he whispers. Fox, "I, I don't know Falco ..".
Falco straddles Fox from behind and pours lube on Fox's ass. He then grabs his member and slowly rubs it on Fox's ass.
"Tell me you want it Fox.", Falco said. "Falco ... I .. I". "Yes?". "I want it Falco, I want you inside me!", Fox yells in shame. "That's a good boy ...", Falco said.
Falco slowly pushes himself inside of Fox and feels his tight ass quiver. Fox leans down and sticks his tail straight up, submitting himself to Falco. Falco then proceeds to pump Fox's ass faster and faster.
Fox, "Falco, your dick's so big ... you're so deep.". "Tell me that you love it bitch.". "Oh Falco .. I love it!", Fox screams.
Falco grabs Fox's tail and fucks Fox harder and harder. He then pulls out and sees Fox's gaping ass. Falco sits down and looks at Fox.
"Come here ..", he says.
Fox sits up and then slowly slide down on to Falco's member. Falco begins to fuck Fox again and grabs Fox's cock.
"Want me to make you come Fox?", Falco asks.
"Yes, oh god yes.", Fox exclaims.
Falco begins to stroke Fox's cock as he pounds his ass. A short while after Falco feels Fox's ass tighten and his cock begin to quiver.
Fox, "Oh .. Fal.. Fal ... ooohhhh!".
Fox shoots his creamy spooge all over Falco's hand and his chest.
Falco, "Who fucks you the best Fox?". "You do.". "Tell me I am the only one you want to fuck you.", Falco said. Fox replied in Ecstasy, "You are the only one I want to fuck me Falco.". "Good boy", Falco said in pride.
Falco feels that he is about to cum and pulls Fox off of him.
"I want you to swallow all of this.", Falco demanded.
Fox kneels down in front of Falco and opens his mouth eagerly. Falco's cock explodes with spooge and fills Fox's mouth. Fox then swallows it all and begins to wag his tail.
"I told you, you would love it.", Falco said.
The End
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Star Fox : The Lounge of Lust by archetypeangel
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Made The same sound woke her every morning. The slow click, click, click, whirr. She shrugged off the lethargy of the night with each dawning of the sun. Whirr, pop, click. She stretched, her arms rising high, as if dancing a ballet. She slid on her dress; every moment was to be enjoyed. Her bronzed skin off set by the midnight blue silk and white frills. Her duties awaited.
He found her strutting about the halls, every movement of hers elegant and precise as she dusted the many oddments of the castle. She could feel him watching her, but said nothing. There was nothing to say. She was his, and he watched, so she was happy.
She bent over to dust, knowing he could see up her skirt. She wiggled. Pop, click. He came closer, his footsteps echoing. She stood, turning to face him. He gazed into her eyes, something he’d not done in a long time, then turned away. She did not smile or frown. Neither said a word. It was how it was.
She saw him again later as he sat in an old chair, tea and muffins sat next to him. She remembered them. She’d liked them once, but that was so long ago. Maybe he’d let her have some someday. Maybe just to remember, but it would not be today. She turned, continuing her duties. He paid her no mind. It was how it should be.
She began to wear down. She knew the day was ending. Her chores had taken her around the castle many times. Her movements slowed, as she crept towards her room. Stairs became harder, each motion slower. Whir, pop, click. As she approached the dais that she rested on she saw him again. His craggy features, he was waiting for her. She wondered why. It was not like him to come see her, not like this. But he reached out her hand, taking the smoothness of hers in his wrinkled old fingers. “It’s time.”
She wondered now, about things, long ago things. He stepped with her into her chambers. He let her stand in her place, drowsy, and left to her own thoughts. Vague flashes of a life gone by passed through her mind. Fragments. Of fair skin, of herself, but not who she was now. She remembered eating, loving, and feeling. She missed it, but she couldn’t feel that loss. It was another life, another person. Not her. She lived to serve now.
She focused on him now. He stood there, bending over to kiss her. She felt warmth. She remembered the feel of a kiss just for a moment. Her eyes started to water, just barely a tear slid down her cheek. He stepped back. She saw a bronzed face in his hands. Her face. No, not her face, but the face she was to have. Slowly he brought it up, snapping it in place. She was finally complete; just as her gears clicked to a stop.
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A May evening.
The sun and heat leaving. The serenaded twilight here.
And fur matted with a combination of dew and (light) sweat, the bat padded into the bedroom. Leaving the door open behind her. And pausing in the moonlight that streamed through the halfpen window. Stretching her winged arms. Her wings stirring (invisible) things. Waves of (pink) phosphor. Waves of grace.
The mouse looked up at her. From his lie-down. His head on a snowy-white pillow. Blinking in the dimness.
She offered her mate a smile.
And the mouse's blue-grey eyes, wide and innocent, seemed to drink of her. The mouse already bare. The mouse already beneath the cool, navy-blue sheets. The mouse waiting for her.
The bat raised her arms and pulled her white tank-top up, up, and off. And let it fall aside. To the wooden planks of the floor.
The mouse sat up, whiskers twitching.
She fought the urge to giggle as she undid the button on her pants, slid the zipper down, and let them fall. To her ankles. Pale-pink panties (a lighter pink than her fur) following. And then one foot-paw stepping out of them. And then the other.
The mouse's ears swiveled at the soft rumple-rumple sound her clothing made as it was kicked away. Into a small, discarded pile. And the sound her stretching wings made. To their tips. Her armed wingspan. The wings filmy and velvety. Allowing her to fly. Her bones hollow. Marrow-less, and full of air, giving her such a light spring to her step. Giving her such a lightness. Making her a great dancer. Making her very maneuverable.
She padded to the foot of the bed. Paused there, and smiled more. Smiled again. Showing her fangs, which glinted in the pale moonlight. Which offered a promise. Which stirred an anticipation in the male (and in herself). She was betraying her intentions.
And the mouse had no objections. His pupils dilated more. Making him appear all the cuter, all the more innocent. Making him all the more alluring.
She fell for nature's crafty little lure. And drew a baited breath, and crawled onto the bed. Crawling to him.
The mouse swallowed. Gave a breathless little squeak. Squeak.
She, on all fours, paused above him. Giving a playful growl, and then moving to a sit on her knees. So she could fish at his tail. So she could grab it. So she could reel it in. So she could nibble (so gently) on the thin, pink, silky length of it.
So the mouse would close his eyes.
So she could lean in, on all fours again, and kiss him (unawares). On the lips. Soft, loose, sweet. Succulent. A trace of saliva stringing as the kiss was broke. As their muzzles were now inches apart. As they both breathed. And as she initiated another kiss.
A squeak came from the mouse. Squeaker-squeak.
The bat chattered, her tongue (more versatile by far, designed for catching insects and such) working between his lips. Slipping inside the wet cavern of his muzzle. And prodding at his own tongue (which was weaker, and clumsier, but no less a part of this). Lapping at the insides of his cheeks.
The mouse's nostrils flaring, and his whiskers at an incessant, heated twitch-twitch-twitch.
The kiss broken (again). So both could breathe.
So both could (briefly) consider each other's needs.
The bat's telepathic mind filtering, flowing over his, sensing his emotions. Wanting more. More of him. More mouse.
And the rodent's honey-tan chest rising and falling. Rising and falling. Panting lightly. The only sounds in the room being their own breathing (and the night-bugs and creek-frogs sounding through the halfpen window).
It was getting warmer in here, wasn't it?
His paws were now on her back, moving up and down. Up and down. Caressing. Her fur was slightly damp (from just having been outside), and his fingers splayed, he ran them over her pink, pink fur. The carnation, salmon colors of her. Strands of soft fur bending as his paw brushed them over. The slightly matted, slightly damp scent of her. The simultaneous coolness and warmth her body gave off.
She sighed and arched, her belly on his. Now lying atop of him. Oh, sigh. Oh, arch.
Mousey paws going to her rump. Gripping her furry rump-cheeks, kneading them slightly, and fingers pressing into the cheeks. Grab, grab. Massage. Rub. And back to her lower back. And then down again. To the backs of her thighs. Just feeling all over. Getting comfortable with her shape and weight.
The bat kept her eyes closed as the mouse felt her up (and down, and all around). And slightly opened them as his paws slowed their roving. And her foot-paws, with their blunted claws, brushed his. Her toes running along the arches of his foot-paws. Playing a lazy foot-paw war. Push, push. Touch.
And the mouse's tail snaking over the side (the edge) of the bed. Like a rope cast aside. Like a fallen wire. (A live wire! For it would twitch now and then.)
She began a slow, teasing grinding of her hips to his. Grinding down on him. Rub, rub, bump! Bump!
Sigh!
Chitter, from her.
Squeak, from him. His sheath-less (since birth) mouse-hood tingling. As it filtered with blood. As it got hotter. Stiffer. As it rose, shyly, from its limp, nestled spot.
The bat swallowed. Sniffing his arousal. Feeling it, too. As well as her own. Her wetness. Her want.
Their mutual need. Born of a love (this love!) so tender and true. Oh, how to express it? Whatever to do?
They needed no time to figure it out.
The bat moved her paws to his slender, strong chest. How shy a fur (for being so fit). She sat at a straddle of his waist, paw-pads on his nipples. Rub, rub, press!
Getting his little nipples hard. Erect. Rubbing them still, huffing as she did so. Sitting over him, at a lean. Staring down into his eyes.
The bright pinks of her eyes seemed to glow in the nighttime of the room. And the mouse's eyes locked, darted, and locked again.
She nodded slightly. Nodded again, and rose up her rump. Her stubby, foot-long tail (like an air-meant rudder) weakly moving a few inches this way, a few inches that. As she hovered above him.
As the mouse's own tail snaked to his own mouse-hood. Wrapping around the base. Holding it in place.
So that, when she lowered down, the tip met her pussy-lips. So that, when she sank the weight of her body on him, the pink, perfect piece of flesh slid, slid, slid. Into her moistened vaginal canal.
Where it belonged. Where it was fit for. Where it was designed to be.
The bat closed her eyes and breathed a deep, shivering breath. Just feeling him there. Such presence. Such connection. And, already, her fangs began to drip of a milky fluid. Drip, drip. Down her lips and chin. Her mating milk. The primal urge to bite (activated by the onset of intercourse). Nature's way of ensuring they bred to completion. Nature's way of drawing them emotionally closer (and assuring their loyalty, strengthening their mate-ship).
The mouse's paws reaching up to cup and fondle her breasts. To hold one in each paw, and to grip at them. Softly, softly, thumbs wagging over the nipples.
Drawing (from her) huffs. Puffs. As she rose and fell on his organ.
As the mouse's arms weakened and fell from her slightly flopping breasts to her belly. To her sides. To her hips. Where his paws settled. Holding. Holding on.
As she rode him. Up, down, up. Down. Sending little telepathic signals to the mouse's mind.
The mouse nodded, receiving. And moved a paw from her hip. To her sensitive clitoris. Where he tapped, tapped, tapped a finger on the little nub. Gently, sparing. Tap, tap.
And shivering gasps. As she wetly (with a squelching sound) rose and fell on him. And as his paw followed her motions, fingering her other parts. And the bat rose and fell with a greater speed (and urgency).
And the mouse, the pleasure filtering from his maleness into his body, to his mind, shiver-squeaked. Started to writhe. His paw falling away from her clitoris. To the sheets of the bed. Slightly damp from her juices. Tail twitching like an electrical wire. Tail getting a bit more rigid. Ears flushed hot, blushing, and erogenous now.
The bat eyed the mouse hungrily. Her mate was, now, ripe for the biting. And she leaned over him. Horizontal. Still keeping himself in her. And with her lying atop him now, giving him control of the friction.
The mouse humped his hips. Hump, hump. Weakly. Drawing his slick, swollen mouse-hood out and in. Slick, slick. Slide. Hump. The bat relinquishing control of the motion. Giving it to him. So she could lick the side of his neck. Her saliva producing a numbing agent on instinctual command. Licking the side of his neck. Matting his fur. Prepping him for her bite. So that it wouldn't hurt.
The mouse huffed, huffed. Moaned.
And she hurriedly licked. Growling from the throat, mating milk dripping onto his fur. The pillow. The sheets.
The natural details (and everything else) faded away. Seemingly, it was just them. They were all that existed.
Them.
And this.
And she, sucking air, bit! Bit! Sank her fangs into his neck.
The mouse writhed like prey in a snake's grasp. Squeaking. Twitching, writhing, as he always did as her fangs sank in.
And she pinned him down, keeping his arms pinned to the sheets.
Until the mouse moaned, whimper-squeaked. Until he went still. Until he seemed to melt. Until he made a gurgling sound from the throat. Her mating milk sufficiently in his blood, circulating, and linking them.
Their minds were merging.
Their minds were one.
Thoughts.
Him thinking of her fair tail. Her swept-back, angular ears. Her blunted, toothy muzzle. The pinkness of her. The softness of her. Her sense of humor. Her playfulness. Her desire (and need) to nurture. Her care. Her strength. Her social ease. Her confidence. Her ability to fly.
And, oh, her femininity! Wet, warm. Wonderful. The scent and the feel of it. The muscle constricting on his shaft of flesh. The pleasure it gave. The natural fit. The manic things it did to him. The lure of it. Everything.
Her thinking of his large, dish-like ears. His ever-twitching whiskers. The earthy, honey-tan of him. The shyness of him. The doubt. The fear. The need for love. The need for nurturing. The quickness of his mind. The artistry of his soul.
And, oh, his maleness! Stiff, proud. Perfection. The drilling, moving motion of it. How it pierced her. Drove her. Pleasure, pleasure. And how his furry ball-sac tensed and tightened. How it slapped against her. Soft, little sounds.
Oh, the fur and fury of their fucking!
Thoughts, first.
Memories, after. Memories.
Of meeting. Of laughing. Of loving.
Sunrises over the River Eagle. Near the sycamore.
Macaroni cheese suppers at five in the afternoon. And making cookies for dessert. And not getting to bed until 1 AM. Tired in the morning (but, oh, was it worth it).
The mouse crying in the car.
The bat blinking numbly at words hurled at her (by another, nearly-forgotten fur).
Listening to AM radio. Losing the signal after sunset.
Tornado warnings. The mouse freaking. The bat trying, in vein, to calm him down.
The awkwardness of meeting each other's families.
The mouse's allergies leaving him bed-ridden, raw. Coughing, sniffling. The helplessness she felt. In sickness, or in health, though, devoted.
Pains. Joys. Fears.
Life.
Filtering through them. Each other's secrets.
How the mouse lost his virginity to a male lion he didn't love. How it had nearly destroyed him. How he'd rooted in his faith, and had hoped for love. Led to her.
How she'd brought a fur to sobs with heated, cutting words (in a moment of scorn). How she'd come to realize what maturity meant. How she'd been told she could never care for anyone. No one would ever need her. And how the mouse desperately, desperately did.
Secrets. Memories. Thoughts.
They filtered through each other.
And then the physical pleasure.
Punching!
Pervasive!
Permeating!
Paws clutching at fur. On each other's bodies. Feeling. Grabbing for tails and limbs and whatever they could find. Just to hold.
Just to hold. Hold on ...
Just to have something to hold to as they endured this.
This was a pleasure to be endured!
Oh, glory!
The mouse was the first to lose cohesion. Was the first to break down. Frantic, hammered humping from his horizontal lie-down. From beneath her. Member slip-sliding in her, burying, burrowing. As mouses do. Burrow, burrow! Arms wrapped round her back, hugging her down atop of him.
She felt his orgasm. As he did. When he did. Their link letting them feel each other's physical pleasure. On top of their own.
The mouse moaning, squeaking. Giving a rodent-like grunt as he initiated a final, draining hump. Prisoner to the twitch, twitch, twitching of his penis. Wet, warm. Sowing. Spurt after spurt of white mouse-seed. Sowing the bat (but she wasn't in heat, so no fear of the seeds taking root).
Oh, pleasure! Oh, too much! Oh, yes!
The bat shivered, teeth still embedded in his neck. As, she, reeling from his release, felt the rising, the erupting of her own. The spasms. The soft spasms that got more frantic. That became searing. That flung the pleasure to her extremities. That let the clear fluid leak from her vagina. Wetting the mouse's sac. The scent. And her nipples hard, and her wings tingling. She gasped and moaned. Growled.
The mouse's eyes watered shut. Feeling it as a femme did. As she did. Oh, oh, what was this?
Some kind of bliss!
Their physical pleasure, grown and built with both their efforts, reaching its intended result. The harvest reaped. The reward felt.
The love evident as they sighed and sank into the sheets.
As she, minutes later, withdrew her fangs. And he, in turn, withdrew his mouse-hood. And as they lay, side-by-side, panting, sweaty, matted, whispering. Oh, they still felt the waves, the ripples of what they'd done.
Their own passion making the moonlight ripple (like a mirage). Seemingly. Maybe they were just drunk on each other.
On their own love.
And maybe, now, they needed to sleep. Sleep.
Such sleep!
In each other's arms, exhausted (but, oh, so wonderfully so).
Both of them smiling (knowingly, silently). Knowing they had all night to frolic. Knowing they would dream such dreams.
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Waves of (Pink) Phosphor by Squirrel
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Text: She awoke with a start, her dream of weightless frolicking interrupted by the sickening feeling of free fall. Down she fell from her pleasant dreamscape back into the cradling arms of her real world bed, the illusion of clouds being replaced by her comforter and the soft red glow of the clock.
2:34 AM.
Wide-awake, she sat up to take stock of her surroundings. The spacious, cushioned room that she now called home was quite bare. It had been less than a week since she had accepted a position at the plant. The nature of her work precluded any travel outside the manufacturing area, and the staff were taking their sweet time in emptying her old apartment.
The staff. She looked up and to her left to the observation area, where the staff could monitor her performance. Beyond the glass she could see a microphone and a couple chairs, but all signs of humanity were absent at this hour, replaced by the glow of a single monitor full of digital fish.
Thoughts turned inward to the dream interrupted. Floating. Gliding effortlessly from cloud to cloud, arms stretched to either side and a toothy grin stretched impossibly wider. The rush of cool air over her skin, through her shoulder-length auburn hair, it did not merely engulf her, but rather it petted her, caressed her, made her shiver with excitement.
She was torn away from the dream world yet again as she was gripped by an all too real shiver of excitement. Only this time it was accompanied by the tickle of tiny bubbles within her chest. The room was filled with an almost distant sound of a hundred glistening glasses of soda. Slowly and steadily her breasts advanced and spread from her chest, increasing in the smallest of sizes, only to stop within a matter of moments, bubbling giving way to the unnatural stillness of her subterranean home once again.
Feelings of pleasant relaxation swam through her body, while thoughts began to press at the back of her mind. Memories of the first day swam back. Rules returned quickly to the front of her mind, rules designed to protect the factory and its workers. The rules, however, were lax in many ways. Whatever was not in the rules, as she remembered, were not necessarily forbidden. So long as none were put at harm, management cared not what she and her fellow workers did. Perhaps, she thought, there would even be a bonus for going above and beyond the call of duty.
A muffled chuckle escaped her lips as she contemplated her previous thought. She didn't care about any bonus. All she cared about at that moment was the little piece of heaven she would soon savor.
Gently, she laid her fingertips across her breasts and slowly drew them across, the light fabric of her top only serving to heighten the feelings of erotic pleasure. The fizzing within her chest began again, amplified two, perhaps threefold. Toes were curled and bedsheets clutched as more than just gas built up within her lithe frame.
The effervescent fizzing moved downward, seemingly dripping through her trunk and pooling within her seat. Cheeks and thighs plumped beneath her. Taught, gassy legs pressed together, and were soon rubbed together, throwing her into greater heights of ecstasy. A faux fullness pervaded her stomach, becoming taught and dome-like yet hollow and empty, filled with nothing but the persistent bubbles. Burgeoning breasts, impossibly round, filled her nightgown, gently rubbing against the light fabric, bringing about further sensations of pneumatically enhanced pleasure.
With wild abandon she rubbed and caressed every inch of skin she could reach. She felt the levity of her bubbly body gently pulling, lifting, reducing gravity's dream-crushing hold upon her. Her gas filled derriere lifted from her bed, her body drifting upward of its own accord, her only grip being the carpet clutched tightly between her toes. Fibers broke, and all that supported her was air. Silently, the building pressure gave way to a climatic flow of intense feelings. The buoyancy, the tight flesh, the pressure of a million bubbles, drove her upward upon a sea of pleasure, leaving her to rest upon the vaulted ceiling.
The bubbles slowed, and then stopped. The padded ceiling pressed gently into her back as the land of dreams beckoned once again. The crutch of weightless dreams, however, were no longer needed.
"Another job well done," she murmured, as Morpheus took her into his arms once again.
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Direkte Fortsetzung der Story "Thomas (Der erste Tag)" copyright (c) 04/2005 Fjordwolf Verwendung der Story oder Teilen der Story ist nur mit Genehmigung des Erstellers erlaubt. Private Nutzung ist frei. Keine unauthorisierte Vervielfältigung im Internet.
Thomas (Der zweite Tag)
Das warme Wasser lief seinen weißen Körper hinunter und wusch auch die letzten Spuren der Geschehnisse des Tages ab. Thomas verkroch sich in seinem Zimmer und starrte lange an die weiße Decke. "Bin ich wirklich so anders? Nur weil ich aussehe als wäre ich in Mehl gefallen? Ich hasse dieses weiße Fell." Er fing an zu weinen. Dicke Tränen liefen an seinem weißen, seidigen Fell hinunter und befeuchteten das Bettlaken. Seine Gedanken wechselten immer von der schönen Laika zu den drei Übeltätern, die ihn heute so böse misshandelt haben. Er wusste nicht, wie es weitergehen sollte. Mit seinen Eltern konnte er über solche Dinge nicht sprechen. Und so blieb er den ganzen Abend in seinem Zimmer auf dem Bett liegen und hielt sein Wolf-Plüschie im Arm. Wie gerne wollte er die Farben von dem Plüschie haben. Doch er war weiß.
'Döt Döt Döt Döt'. Thomas zuckte zusammen. Schon war die Nacht vergangen. Er war eingeschlafen ohne es zu bemerken und ratzfatz war die Nacht schon wieder vorüber. Den Weg zur Schule musste er heute selber gehen, weil seine Eltern schon sehr früh aus dem Haus gegangen sind. Sein Frühstück hatten sie ihm auf den Tisch gestellt.
"Hey", hörte Thomas es rufen als er die Straße entlang ging. Verschreckt drehte er sich um. Es war Ben. Thomas wandte sich ab und versuchte, ihm davon zu laufen. Doch Ben folgte ihm und kam immer näher. Wieder rief er: "Thomas, warte doch mal. Hab keine Angst, ich will dir nichts tun." Doch Thomas lief weiter. Ben jedoch war schneller und hatte ihn schon bald eingeholt. Er hielt Thomas am Arm fest, der jedoch versuchte sich zu wehren, blieb dann aber an der Hauswand stehen. "Thomas, warte doch." Sagte Ben ein wenig aus der Puste. "Hey, hab keine Angst. Ich wollte mich entschuldigen für das was gestern passiert ist." Thomas hörte auf sich gegen den Griff von Ben zu wehren, der ihn daraufhin losließ. "Ich habe einen großen Fehler gemacht gestern, den ich nicht wieder gutmachen kann. Weißt du, Kevin übt eine ziemlich starke Macht aus." "Lass mich in Ruhe", antwortete Thomas ihm. "Es tut mir leid Thomas. Ehrlich. Sowas wie gestern haben wir noch nie gemacht. Und das hat mir auch gezeigt, zu was Kevin fähig ist. Ich habe nur aus Gruppenzwang mitgemacht. Bitte verzeih mir. Ich werde nie wieder jemanden missbrauchen oder verprügeln." "Wenn du das ernsthaft meinst, dann glaube ich dir. Aber lass mich trotzdem in Ruhe." "Okay. Es tut mir leid." Mit diesen Worten drehte sich Ben um und ging mit gesengtem Kopf die Straße hinunter die sie zuvor hochgekommen waren.
In der Schule angekommen lief Thomas die Gänge entlang zu seinem Schulraum und setzte sich sofort auf seinen Platz. Einige seiner Mitschüler waren bereits da, nahmen aber nicht wirklich Notiz von ihm. Sein Blick hing starr auf der Eingangstür des Klassenraumes. Er zuckte zusammen, als Danny den Raum betrat. Thomas sah ihn an, doch Danny wich seinem Blick immer wieder aus und setzte sich ebenfalls an seinen Platz und schaute betroffen in ein Buch, das er vor sich hinlegte. Nach und nach kamen die anderen Mitschüler in die Klasse und schließlich folgte die Lehrerin, die hinter sich die Tür schloß. Ben ist nicht aufgetaucht und auch Kevin fehlte. Genauso Laika. Noch bevor die Lehrerin an ihrem Platz war um den Unterricht zu beginnen, fragte Thomas Kira, wo denn Laika sei. Diese antwortete nur, daß sie krank im Bett läge und die nächsten Tage wohl nicht zur Schule käme. Das aber Kevin und Ben nicht da waren, machte Thomas nicht wirklich etwas aus.
Die erste Doppelstunde zog sich ewig hin und Thomas war froh, als endlich der Pausengong schlug. Einige Schüler verließen wieder den Klassenraum, Thomas aber blieb auf seinem Platz sitzen und kramte ein Pausenbrot aus seiner Tasche. Sein Blick fiel immer wieder im Wechsel aus dem Fenster und zum Platz von Danny, der ebenfalls den Raum verlassen hatte. Vom Fenster aus konnte Thomas auf den Pausenhof runterschauen. In einer Ecke entdeckte er Danny, der wohl eine Auseinandersetzung mit jemand anderem hatte. Thomas konnte aber nicht erkennen um wen es sich dabei handelte.
"Buh." Thomas erschrak. Kira stand hinter ihm und hatte ihm einen tüchtigen Schrecken eingejagt. "Na, gibs da was zu gucken?" Meinte sie neugierig. "Nö, eigentlich nicht." Thomas versuchte,eher desinteressiert zu wirken. "Was ist eigentlich mit Laika? Hat sie eine schlimme Krankheit?" "Sie hat einen angeborenen Herzfehler und muss häufiger ins Krankenhaus zur Untersuchung. Deshalb ist sie heute nicht da. Morgen kommt sie wieder." "Einen Herzfehler? Ist das schlimm?" Fragte Thomas besorgt. "Bisher hat sie keine wirklichen Probleme damit. Das kann sich aber schnell ändern, deshalb muss sie ja so oft zur Untersuchung." "Na,dann wollen wir mal das Beste hoffen." Nach und nach kamen die Schüler zurück in die Klasse. Auch Danny war wieder zurück. Wieder wich er Thomas' Blicken aus und setzte sich schnell auf seinen Platz. Die ganze Schulstunde über schien Danny desorientiert zu sein, denn er passte anscheinend kein bisschen auf. Dreimal wurde er bei einer Aufgabe von der Lehrerin ausgewählt und nicht einmal konnte er richtig antworten. Wieder zog sich die Doppelstunde ewig hin. Durch seinen andauernden Blick auf seine Armbanduhr verging die Zeit überhaupt nicht. Thomas dachte die ganze Zeit über an Laika. Tatsächlich hat es ihn doch betroffen gemacht als Kira ihm sagte, daß sie im Krankenhaus sei, doch tat er so, als würde ihn das nur peripher betroffen machen.
Endlich ertönte der Pausengong. Die Lehrerin hielt die Schüler allerdings noch zurück um ihnen mitzuteilen, daß die letzte Stunde heute ausfiele, da die Lehrer eine Besprechung haben.
Mit Gejubel rannten alle Schüler aus der Klasse um sich die Zeit besser zu vertreiben als in der Schule zu sitzen. Thomas aber blieb auf seinem Platz sitzen. Die Lehrerin bemerkte Thomas und fragte ihn, ob er nicht auch gehen möchte. Sie müsse ja schließlich den Raum abschließen.
"Frau Tensahr, hatten sie schon mal das Gefühl anders zu sein?" Fragte Thomas in besorgtem Ton seine Lehrerin. "Das hat wohl jeder mal", antwortete sie. "Schauen sie mich doch mal an. Ich bin ein Albino. Wieso tut die Natur mir sowas an? Warum ausgerechnet ich?" Seine Miene ging ins traurige über. "Thomas, so darfst du das nicht sehen. Nur wegen deiner Fellfarbe bist du doch nicht anders. Du bist was ganz besonderes. So ein reines weißes Fell wünschen sich so viele, aber du hast es. Schau mich doch an. Orangefarbenes Fell und manche der schwarzen Streifen mag ich auch nicht. Aber ich bin nunmal so und akzeptiere es." "Aber man ärgert mich weil ich so weiß bin", sagte Thomas verzweifelt. "Ärger aus dieser Klasse?" "Ja." "Und wer ärgert dich?" Versuchte Frau Tensahr Thomas zu entlocken. "Gestern waren es drei. Heute morgen hat sich einer bei mir entschuldigt dafür. Aber ich schäme mich vor dem was die getan haben." "Was haben die denn getan?" Fragte die Lehrerin weiter. "Das kann ich nicht sagen." Antwortete Thomas. "Ich will jetzt gehen." Mit diesen Worten griff er seine Schultasche und rannte aus dem Klassenraum heraus. Draussen auf dem Schulhof war es bereits recht leer. Die gesamte Schule hatte frei bekommen und nur noch wenige Schüler hielten sich auf dem Schulgelände auf. Die meisten warteten darauf, daß sie abgeholt werden.
In einer Ecke entdeckte Thomas Danny. Er schaute strikt auf das Schultor, als wenn er auf etwas warten würde. Als er Thomas entdeckte kam er langsam auf ihn zu. "Thomas", rief Danny rüber. "Warte mal." Thomas sein Herz fing an zu pochen. Danny war ein Stück größer als er und hatte mattgraues Fell. "Thomas, was da gestern passiert ist...ich weiß nicht wie ich das sagen soll. Es tut mir leid. Ich möchte das gerne ungeschehen machen." Thomas sein Gesichtsausdruck war eher ratlos als erstaunt. Innerlich war er recht ruhig. "Warum hast du das getan?" Fragte Thomas ihn. "Ich weiß es nicht. Ich wollte das eigentlich nicht. Aber als ich dein schönes weißes Fell sah, da wurde mir ganz anders. Niemand hat so schönes Fell wie du. So rein und weiß." "Lass mich in Ruhe Danny", sagte Thomas und ging an ihm vorbei in Richtung Straße. Danny rief ihm noch nach, daß es ihm leid tue, doch Thomas drehte sich nicht mehr um.
Zu Hause angekommen setzte er sich an seinen Schreibtisch und schaute aus dem Fenster. "Hmmm...vielleicht ist dieses weiße Fell ja doch nicht so übel", sagte er vor sich hin. Er zog sein T-Shirt aus und stellte sich nur mit Shorts bekleidet vor den Spiegel. Seine roten Augen stachen aus dem weißen Fell hervor. Mit der rechten Pfote fuhr er langsam gegen den Strich durch sein Bauchfell. Das weiße Fell ließ sich ganz sanft bewegen. Sein Schwanz zuckte hin und her als er begann sich mit der Pfote selber zu streicheln. Er sah sich im Spiegel seine Silhouette an und streichelte immer wieder über seine Shorts um die sich inzwischen gebildete Beule zu vergrößern. Als er sich die Shorts ein Stück runterzog stand bereits die Hälfte seines Penisses aus dem Schaft heraus und glänzte feucht und rot. Er zog die shorts ganz aus und betrachtete sich im Spiegel. Immer wieder strich er mit der Pfote über seinen Schaft. Wie seine roten Augen stach auch die prallrote Penisspitze vor dem weißen Fell hervor. Ihm gefiel immer mehr was er sah. Und er spürte, wie es ihn immer mehr erregte als er mit der Pfote seine Hoden, sein Schaft und auch die zarte Haut des Penisses berührte. Erstes Precum spritzte ihm aus dem Penis und befeuchtete sein Bauchfell. Er setzte sich so aufs Bett, daß er sich immer noch im Spiegel sehen konnte. Ihm gefiel diese rot-weiße Farbkombination. Ohne den Blick vom Spiegel zu richten, masturbierte er seinen, inzwischen ganz ausgefahrenen, Penis bis er spürte, daß er kurz vorm Orgasmus stand. Sein Knoten war bereits fast ganz angeschwollen und schon ziemlich hart. Und nach einigen weiteren Berührungen kam er dann auch und spritzte sein Sperma bis an seine Schnauze. Ein paar Tropfen liefen ihm an der Nase herunter die er geschickt mit der Zunge ableckte. Er blieb noch kurze Zeit regungslos auf dem Bett liegen bis sein Knoten einigermaßen wieder abgeschwollen war und ging dann unter die Dusche um die Spermaspuren abzuwaschen.
Fortsetzung folgt--
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Thomas (Der zweite Tag) by Fjordwolf
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?Suddenly, a few light strings came from the west. The mouth of the beast was somewhat open.I took my friend outta there with me and we stepped on something solid, but I couldn't determine what it was. We were in a dark place, but we could somehow see ourselves. I took a look back to the mine vorer, seeing him fade away like an ethereal creature. I was perplexed, holding my friend onmy shoulder with all my cubby strenght.Where are we? - asked the racoon.I dunno, for sure - I replied.Are we dead?I bit my arm.I'm quite sure we are - I replied.Welcome - said a voice.An old anthro dog approached, supposting himself with a hammer.Do we know each other? - I ask.You don't know me, but I know you - said the old dog.But who are you?The dog scratched his long beard and gave me a glance.I'm Demiurgus - he replied. - I made the world you are used to live in.Are you God? - I asked.Far from it.He turned away and a few light globes appeared around us.These, my dear, are things called "ideas" - he explained. - They are perfect and beautiful. Each idea represents something that live or somehow are in Earth.Then, we are in the Ideal World? - I asked, noticing correspondences between that place and Plato's philosophy.Yes.Now I know that catnip is bad for me.The dog giggled and a flyin globe flew to my paws. I could spot a herb inside.Oh, catnip? - I asked.The idea of catnip. The ideas are perfect, incorruptible, always existed and will always exist - the dog explained again. - My creature, the Mine Vorer, is one of my creations. Everytime he gets something, he brings it to me, só I can avaliate it's value.Value for what?The dog turned to me once again.This world is being threatened.Eh? - I tilted my head in disbelief.The ideas are being stolen by someone who could get into the Ideal World. Who is? Well... it's also a babyfur, like you.Why don't you go after him?I can't leave this place. The only creatures who can travel between these two worlds are the Mine Vorer and the thief.I was skeptical, the whole story seeming very suspect.But I make everything you see in your wolrd - continued the old dog. - I don't do these things out of nothing; I need the ideas to make sensible matter. Without the ideas, your world will eventually end, as I will be no longer able to make new creatures, new values, new actions.Okay, okay, okay, I study Plato and such - I say. - How do you plan to give me in exchange?The dog grinned.- I heard you like to paw off - he said.
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Ideal World by Yure16
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Ich hatte mich gerade auf den Weg gemacht als ich auf den Weg nachhause diese Person auf dem Felsen sitzten sah, ich versuchte unauffälig an ihm vorbei zu gehn doch irgend etwas war seltsam. Ich lief die Gasse entlang und stand nun vor unserer Haustür, der letzte Schultag für dieses Jahr war vorrüber und nun war Relaxen angesagt. Als ich die Tür öffnete begrüßte mich meine Mutter, die ich gekonnt abwimmelte. In meinem Zimmer angekommen legte ich meine Tasche nieder und warf mich ins Bett. Ich bin ein Antho-Orca 17 Jahre und schwarz-weiß wie es sich gehörte auch wenn ich schon anders farbige genossen entdeckt hatte, meine Kleidung war eher unnaufällig, eine BlueJeans, einen weißen Gürtel und ein weißes Shirt. Ich stand auf und öffnete das Fenster, als ich nach draussen schaute sah ich ihn wieder dieser Tiger er war unheimlich und schien mich zu verfolgen. Rasch schloss ich das Fenster wieder drehte mich zur Wand und atmete tief ein, drehte mich zum Fenster und der Tiger war verschwunden. Mein Herz rasste ich hatte einwenig Angst und machte mir irgendwie sorgen. Ich ging die Treppe herunter und schaute auf den Tisch, ein Zettel, von meiner Mutter lag auf dem Tisch
"Bin für drei Wochen in den Urlaub, kümmer dich bitte um meine Planzen, hab dich lieb, deine Mum." Ich verzog das Gesicht "Ähm... wie du fährst in den Urlaub und ich kann nicht mit?!"
Ich ging einen schritt zur seite und warf den Zettel bedrückt in die Tonne. Ging danach zum Kühlschrank und nahm eine Limmo heraus. "Was könnt ich heute wohl unternehmen?" stellte den Beutel Limonade auf die Theke, nahm das Telefon und tippste eine nummer ein, in der hoffnung es würde jemand abnehmen. Nach einigen Minuten sprang der Anrufbeantworter an
"Tut mir leid wir sind momentan nicht zu erreichen da wir im Urlaub sind, bitte sprechen sie eine Nachricht..." nach diese Worten legte ich auf "Wieso Fliegen die alle ohne mich weg?!" Bedrügt lief ich in mein Zimmer öffnete den Kleiderschrank, nahm meine Weste und ging wieder hinunter. Unten angekommen öffnete ich dir Tür und hätte fast meinen Schlüssel liegen lass. Drausen machte ich mich noch einmal sicher das dieser Tiger mir nicht den Weg kreuzen würde, machte ich mich auf in richtung Suntower eine angesagte Bar in der viele Leute die ich kannte und womöglich die Ferien dort Feierten. Ich schaute unterwegs in den Himmel es wurde almälich dunkler, als ich meinen weg in eine Fusgänger Zone einschlug war das Scheinwerfer licht der Bar schon einwenig zu erkennen. Nach ein paar Minuten Fußmarsch war ich auch schon vor der Bar angekommen, laute Musik war nicht zu überhören und dann auch noch dieses Schield "Gay Bar" verriet auch schon jeden das ich nicht gerade auf Weibchen stehe aber das weis eh schon unsere ganze Stadt und eine Hand voll Freunde werde ich hier bestimmt auch wieder sehn. Drinnen angekommen setzte ich mich auch gleich an den freien Platz an der Bar. Der Barkeeper schaute mich schief an "Möchtest du was trinken?" Ich nickte und zeigte auf die flasche mit dem Sprite als mir auf einmal jemand auf die Schulter tippte. Ich drehte mich nach hinten und blieb gefässelt stehn, der Tiger sah mich an
"ist da noch ein Platz frei?" ich nickte, stand auf und verlies schnell die Bar, nach einigen Sekunden verlies auch er die Bar und verfolgte mich. Meine Schritte wurden schneller und ich versuchte mich in einer dunklen Gasse zu verstecken als ich mich sicher fühlte säufzte ich und hörte auf einmal "Warte!" von hinten. Der Tiger ich blieb wie angewurzelt stehn und stotterte "Wa.. a...s willst du?!"
Er kahm näher "Tut mir leid wen ich dir angst gemacht hatte, das war wirklich nicht meine absicht, ich hatte nur das bedürfniss dich anzusprechen, war aber leider zu schüchtern." Ich sah ihn an und musterte ihn ein schwarzer Tiger mit offenem schwarzen Mantel. "Hättest mich ja ruig ansprechen können." und legte ein verspieltes lächeln auf. "Aber es ist Spät ich werde jetzt nach Hause gehn kannst..." gerade als ich meinen Satz zu ende sprechen wollte viel mir der Tiger auch gleich ins Wort "Darf ich dich begleiten?" Die Sache war mir nicht geheuer aber ich nickte, während des Nachhause weges wurder dieser Tiger mir immer sympatischer, er machte einen sehr netten eindruck auch wen er ein wenig düster herum lief. Zuhause angekommen stand ich vor der Tür spielte mit dem Schlüsselbund und konnte es mir nicht verkneifen zu fragen "Willst du noch einwenig mit rein?"
Ich bin doch bescheuert ich kenne ihn seit 30 minuten und lade ihn schon ein aber naja das wir schon. Der Tiger nickte "Gerne doch." und trat auf die erste Treppenstufen, ich öffnete rasch die Tür und lies ihn hinein, führte ihn ins Wohnzimmer und bot ihm die Cauch an "Wie heist du eigentlich?" er lächelte mich an "nenn mich Subi." Ich nickte "möchtest du was trinken?" er nickte wieder "Wasser bitte."
Ich gab ihm das Glas und setzte mich daneben, er trank daraus und fragte "Wohnst du alleine?" ich schüttelte den Kopf "nein aber meine Mutter ist ihm Urlaub und hat..." er sah mir direkt in die Augen ich prachte nichts mehr heraus "ich...ich..." er legte einen Finger auf meine Lippen "pssst." und ein Gefühl in der Magen gegend machte sich in mir breit. Ich konnte meinen Blick nicht von seinen blauen Augen nehmen, unsere Köpfe kahmen immer näher bis wir uns plötzlich zärtlich küssten, ich schloss nur die Augen und schaute nach dem Kuss schüchtern auf den Boden "Es ist wirklich spät, bitte komm morgen wieder." Er nickte stand auf und sah mich an "Wär es dir um 20 uhr recht?" ich nickte und brachte ihn zur Tür ich lächelte noch einmal und schloss sie hinter ihm.
"Was... oh mein Gott!" ich lief hoch in mein Zimmer zog meine Sachen aus und schlüpfte unter die Decke "ich hätte ihn nicht gehn lassen sollen!" rollte mich aufgeregt mit einer Latte im Bett "ich glaube ich habe mich verknallt.." und schlief ein.
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Beobachtet by Eam the orca
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Text: "Bring in the accused!" Brother Martin called across the large sanctuary. Two armed guards opened the double doors to allow a small group of people into the church. It was 1692, and disturbing word had reached the citizens of the Massachusetts town of Boston that Salem was in the midst of terror. Women and men were accused of consorting with the devil and practicing other forms of witchcraft. With distaste, they heard the people were crushed, hanged, and even drowned in lakes. That was not how Boston dealt with their guilty witches.
The people who entered the church were solemn for different reasons. The men, all older and stony faced, did not relish the nasty business they had to now conduct. In the middle was a beautiful young woman. She was golden haired, with rosy cheeks and bright red lips. Her pale complexion was overall deemed unworldly, "too beautiful to be a sinful human," the pastor had once announced. Unfortunately, he soon had to regret speaking those words. The slim woman was lead to the center of the sanctuary and held in place by the two guards. The men stepped onto the altar and turned to face her.
"Young Hannah," the pastor said darkly, looking down at the girl's bright blue eyes. "You have been accused of witchcraft, and cavorting with the devil on the holy days of our Lord. Do you deny these charges?" The girl looked up at him, her face telling him nothing.
"Your mind has been made up," she responded coolly. "Does my answer matter?"
"Nay, it does not," Martin interjected. "Surely you know how the other trials have gone?"
"Only that, guilty or innocent, the Salem girls died." Hannah said, the tiniest hint of uncertainty in her voice. "Yet no such reports are made of the Boston w- girls." The men reacted at Hannah's nigh-slip.
"We are not so barbaric as our brothers to the north." The pastor said. "Yet we ensure that witches shall never dance with the devil again. Andrew?" The man at the end of the line nodded and darted out the side door. "My child, you have one last chance to confess."
"If I confess, will the church show mercy?" Hannah replied. There was a sneer in her voice now, something the pastor tried to overlook.
"The Lord will always accept your confessions and repentance," he vowed.
"Then, I confess," Hannah said, bowing her golden head. "The charges are not lies. I did so commune with the devil not a fortnight ago." The men gasped, and the pastor nodded grimly. Andrew returned, a set of large brass keys in his hand. The pastor nodded again and Andrews went to a side room just off the altar. Hannah looked nonplussed at the man's comings and goings. "What do you plan to do with me, if not kill me?"
"We promise you shall never dance with the devil again," the pastor repeated. Andrew came out of the side room with a long tube that disappeared from sight. It was kinked in Andrew's left hand, the opening in his right. "Take the hose, and put it in your mouth." The slim girl shook her head and took a step back. "You shall take the hose. Please, Hannah, accept the mercy of the Lord." Warily, Hannah took the hose and put it in her mouth. Andrews unkinked the hose.
For several moments, Hannah stood, unmoving. Her eyes roved the room nervously, noticing the guards and Andrew had stepped back. Water poured into her mouth, and she tried not to laugh at this "test." Then she noticed her waistcoat began to feel tight. Looking down, she saw her feet we obscured from view by her growing belly. She looked to the men like she was pregnant. She saw her once-dainty breasts surging out, her waistcoat groaning slightly. The brown fabric stretched and popped as she filled with water. Her head snapped up as she stared at the men in panic. Their faces were solemn still. Hannah ran her dainty hands down her swelling body. Her stomach looked like she had swallowed a person whole, her breasts like melons. With an awkward step forward, Hannah realized she was making a sloshing sound. Her petticoat flared out as her waist and thighs grew, laden with liquid. Her hand travelled down to her posterior, feeling it had expanded as well. With a yank, Hannah pulled the hose out of her mouth, water dribbling down her chin. Her other hand grabbed the hose and kinked it. Instantly the two guards were upon her, holding their bayonetted weapons to her vast belly.
"Hannah please," Pastor said pleadingly. "You must drink it all, or we will be forced to pop you."
"This will pop me!" Hannah protested. She stomped her foot with difficulty and her entire body wobbled with a great sloshing sound. The men looked at one another, doubt on their faces.
"If you are indeed a witch as you have confessed, it will not. Now please, finish the water." Pouting, Hannah put the hose back in her mouth and unkinked it. This time the water poured faster, and Hannah grew. Her lower body lost definition as her watery belly swallowed it up. Hannah could now see why the men had stepped back- her body now took up most of the middle of the sanctuary. Her thin little arms ran frantically up and down her sides as her rosy cheeks plumped up a little bit.
"She's full!" Andrews said, pulling the hose from Hannah's mouth. A tiny bit of water dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Hannah brushed it off thoughtlessly, and her cheeks jiggled. Hannah was slightly pear-shaped, the water having descended to her lower half. With a groan, she tried to take a sloshing step forward. Nothing really happened. Her legs were so fat and swollen that she could not walk. The men looked at one another and nodded, approaching her.
"What are you doing?" She cried as the men placed gloved hands all over her bulging body. No one answered as they gently rolled her forward. She gave a cry as she slowly fell onto her belly, losing her pear shape. Two men darted forward to the raised altar, took a strap each on the stairs, and pulled, grunting slightly with effort. It revealed a hidden entrance, with a very slight ramp. The men nodded again and began to push Hannah forward, their hands sinking slightly into her water-filled flesh. She kicked her tiny feet in protest and waved her stick-like arms, but to no avail. Hannah eyed the nearing entrance with great trepidation. Feebly she gave one last struggle, but it was too late.
The man paused, leaving Hannah at the top of the ramp. She felt their hands leave and hoped beyond hope that they had changed their minds. Then Pastor came into view. He made the form of the cross on her head and billowing chest. "May God show you mercy," he said somberly. With a final scream, Hannah was pushed into the hole.
The young girl rolled down the ramp, slowly picking up speed. She screamed the whole time. They'll have nails, or more bayonets, or something else to pop me, her mind concluded. Her vast body sloshed and made other horrible noises as the water in her churned. The blackness pressed on her eyes.
Suddenly, she came to a halt. Her body smacked into something solid and she bounced back a couple feet. Hannah had come to rest right-side up, the water forcing the enormous pear shape back on the young woman. Light greeted her eyes as she tried to turn around. "Hannah?" A soft voice greeted her. A familiar voice. Hannah twisted around to see a vast underground chamber, filled with nearly a dozen women. At the front was a gorgeous red-headed woman with a gently freckled face. Like Hannah, she had been willowy and supple and, also like Hannah, she was huge, fat with water, and slightly pear-shaped. Her face had become slender again. The other women Hannah knew or recognized, all beautiful, all waterlogged, all witches. "I was afraid they would find you too."
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"Freesail is an open harbor, all who sail the seas can find a safe haven here. From the common sailor to runaways. Even the King's navy send men to keep an eye on the bandits and thieves who might be lurking here." She smiled knowingly to herself as she took another large gulp of ale. Surely a strapping young gent such as him would not know of any such thing. "It just so happens that the captain of my particular ship decided to dock here to stock up on supplies." She disappointingly looked down at the nearly empty mug in her paw. "So what about yourself? What business would you be having here in Freesail?"
The white wolf smiled softly and spoke. "Keeping an eye on the bandits and thieves."
Marine froze, the merry drunk feeling she had suddenly gone. All of her senses went on high alert as her mind began to race. 'Play it low key,' she told herself. She was always able to rely on her natural charm in tight situations. If that didn't work, things might have to get violent. With her eyes fixed on the bubbling amber drink settling in the bottom of her mug she pursed her lips and feigned a blush. "Forgive me, I was not intending to pry."
The wolf smiled, looking slightly confused by her statement. "No need for an apology, my lady. It's only fair. After all, I did ask first."
Marine nodded and knocked back the last of her drink. Setting her glass on the faded bar top she stood smiling sidelong at the wolf. "I do believe it is time for this lady to retire."
The wolf turned in his stool to face her. "Shall I escort you back to your vessel?"
She giggled, as she mused about what a good lad he was- naive but good. "There'd be no need for that. You do us all a favor and watch out for those vigilantes." She fought the urge to laugh.
"Then at least do me the honor of telling me your name?" He asked smoothly with a small confident smile on his face. It was as if he knew he would get his answer. The smile grew into a smirk as he watched the tabby mull his question around in her head.
If she had been in her right mind she wouldn't have given it. A part of her knew that, but an even bigger part was hazily drunk, and wondering where the harm in it would be. It was just her name after all. A name that nearly every sailor in port knew. If the scallywags knew what was good for them they'd know to keep quiet if this gent came to call. After all, tonight was the only night they'd be staying in port. She would be long gone before he would think to find her. She smiled and nodded to the wolf, the motion eking to a bow. "Marine."
Turning on her heel she hurriedly stepped out the open door of the tavern. Heaving a sigh of relief she stormed back to the docks in the direction her ship was docked. She cursed her luck under her breath the whole way.
Settling in her hammock, now in her long chemise, Marine silently ridiculed herself for getting so inebriated around a king's spy. Such a fine looking gentleman would have to be in service of the king, or a noble himself. It was foolish of her to not notice. She remembered the words of her captain earlier that night before she had disembarked from The Siren. "Don't get in any trouble." She "humphed." So much for not getting into trouble. She rolled on her side to get more comfortable, trying to settle her mind for sleep. At least they would be leaving early in the morning. Hopefully there would be no trouble out on the open sea.
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The Siren's Call: Prologue by SenoraKitty
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Part 1--
In the midst of a quiet forest, along a beaten trail, a small campfire burned. Around the fire, a troupe of four brave wolves sat. The wolves had been traveling together for several years and were known from there to Nottingham as the bravest mercenaries alive.
Dame Sharess and Sir Darek, the leaders of the troupe sat upon a tree stump across the blaze from Sir Amiel and Sir Mikael. The four adventurers were sharing and reveling over mugs of mead and ale. Their latest song rang throught the woods and echoed over the hills. They sang of the conquest over the serpent highwaymen, and of the duel against the badger warlord; Dalk.
Sir Darek slid along the edge of the makeshift bench until he was pressed tight against Sharess. He could feel the radiant warmth of her tense body. He extended an arm around her shoulder and pressed his muzzle against her neck. Sharess gently placed her paw upon Darek's thigh. She began sliding her hand and-
Sharess' eyes darted and she faced her companions across the fire. The two of them had been watching in uncomfortable silence. Sharess then firmly shoved Darek back off of the stump onto the moist forest floor. Darek looked up at Sharess then over at his friends. The most he could muster was a smile and light chuckle to break the quiet.
Sir Amiel stood and said, "We should prepare the tents. Could you help us Darek, or are you two busy flirting with each other?" Sir Mikael held a paw over his mouth and dipped his head to hide his growing smile.
Darek immediately rose. He lifted a fist and met eye to eye with Amiel. "Knock it off both of you. What do you think your going to accomplish fighting?" Sharess calmly chimed in. Darek realized what he was doing and swiftly walked over to the tent site. Reluctantly, the three men of the group pitched four tents while Sharess sharpened her sword.
Part 2--
In the midst of the night, Darek rose from his bedding and left his tent. He stealthily tread over the fallen branches and leaves to Sharess' tent. He peeled the hide door of the tent to the side. He peered into the darkness within. After adjusting to the new lack of moonlight, he could see Sharess' from sprawled over her wool matting She was completely bare, and he couldn't with all of his might look away.
Her breasts were shapely and ample, and she was of perfect figure. He could see her beautiful cunt as he slowly pulled himself into the tent and he lay next to her.
Her eyes opened drearily, "Darek? Is-is that you Darek?" She muttered. Sharess rolled and faced him, looking deep into his eyes. The two were lying mere inches apart their bodies warm and exposed. He said not a word as he placed a paw on her waist and worked it steadily toward her cunt. She could see the desire in his expression, and he could see the pleading in hers. Gently he massaged her cunt. He felt her body burning and aching with lust.
In a fluid motion she placed herself atop his torso. She sat over him and smiled mischievously at him. She glided down his body, from his torso down, down to his cock. She could feel Darek's very essence. His pulse was intense and rhythmic. He gripped her breasts firmly, though carefully. She lifted herself and freed his erect member to the air. She lowered herself onto his cock and worked it inside of her. Her eyes lit and she moaned lightly.
He began thrusting forcefully into her body. She pleaded to him, she moaned and she squealed. He felt her quivering. His body was tensing and he felt weak. He soon came, releasing into her desperate body. She let out a strangled scream and her body gave. She slid off of his now pulsing and limp cock. She lay atop his body, her face pressed tightly against his chest.
He reached to the edge of the tent and pulled a blanket over the two of them. He looked down at her, now exhausted and weak. As he slipped into a dream, he let a smile dance across his face.
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"The Countess" Parts 1 and 2 by LogicasBestia
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Volunteer The door closed quietly. It wasn’t much of a room, small, with a full- length wall mirror on one side. She rubbed her ass, feeling the icy numbness from the injection site spreading through the muscles in her butt. She wanted this. She’d signed up for it even. But now that the reality was here? She wondered about the decision.
She wondered what would happen now. They had just told her to wait. So, she waited, the dressing gown slipping from her body. The mirror reflecting her nakedness; a soft pudgy body, that soft fluffiness that was more middle-aged housewife than nubile sex goddess. Her breasts a bit too pendulous, the slight sag in her stomach. She poked it, disheartened. Her dishwater blonde hair didn’t do her any favors either, it hung limp and straight no matter how she tried to style it. She felt plain.
The burning began. Where it had been icy, the chemical took to fire and set her insides alight. Her breath came in gasps as her thighs pulled tight together, skin knitting as if one. A crushing pain shot through her as her pelvis realigned, forcing her cunt forward, leaving it gaping lewdly above the rapidly merging skin of her legs. Her balance failed, and she toppled to the ground.
Her legs had merged, from hip to toe now, only for the skin to swell as something writhed within. It split along invisible seams as colorful scales peeked out amidst the shreds, her great tail growing outward. In moments she stretched across the room and back again, her coils dark green above, and golden yellow below.
The skin sluffed away, all the way to her hips where a crest of boney scales, like a belt, wrapped around her waist, save where it outlined her groin. It sat still thick and pink down below, dripping with excitement. The excess fat she bore melted away, leaving a waifish torso, each breast filling, turning ripe and full, followed by a second pair growing in only slightly smaller below the first. Each firm and perky, their nipples piercing the cool air, hard atop the mounds.
Her arms too rippled, feeling as if it were being torn in half. She watched in fascinated horror as her limbs split slowly, growing twins of themselves on each side of her body. She flexed them cautiously, feeling the new motions. One pair she used to grope her new breasts, the other slid down her serpentine hips. She murmured something, but it came out little more than a hiss behind her forked tongue. It flicked out, tasting the tangy air between fangs and plump kissable lips.
She gazed into the mirror, her body swaying back and forth. Equal parts lethal and lewd. She smiled wickedly at her sensual beauty, hypnotic and powerful. She curled on her new coils, aching to stretch and to feel the sun on her scales. But first? She desired, no, she ached for a lover, and a meal.
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*In a Pack by SindragonV2*
I own Sin, Nala Ironfang ,David ,Starstorm ,Angel,Ruby,Ice, any other Oc and Silvermoon
I don't own Soto Diego, Manny Sid is own by Blue sky
This is set in A/U of the Ice age movies ,set before the first movie. A Human baby is born with a Tiger birth mark . Seen as evil and a bringer of doom to Humans, his father the leader of the Human clan orders for the death of his own Child. His Mother refuse to let her son die,so run away to save her son life. Only to die and with her son, still alive in the cold. But her son is found by a Sabre, who take the baby home to her clan. To raise him in as one of them
*Warning: There will be paring between a human and a animal. If you don't like that stuff don't read this story ok !*
*Also I will keep the parings the same as they are in the movies.*
*Chapter 16 Ice and Fire*
*To Ironfang,Starstorm and Silvermoon*
" Fine we give up for now." Ironfang said while snaring,to Blade who just cockily smirk at him.
" Ah good kitty,but you better lose that attitude of yours. If you don't want your sons dead,now move foreword all of you." Blade said in teasing way to Ironfang, before ordering him and the other Sabers to move.
As the other Wolfs chuckled,while the Sabers snared but they knew not to risk the safety of Diego and Soto. So reluctantly lead by Ironfang and Silvermoon as they walk into the bush,while being trailed by the Wolfs.
*Back to Nala and Sin group*
Nala, Sin and the other Sabers were about to attack Ice and his Wolfs. To save Diego and Soto,but Ice and the other Wolfs couldn't care. Not afraid of Sin and the Sabers,as Ice ear then twitched as he gave Sin and Nala a cold smirk.
" Why are you so happy." Sin asked coldly to Ice.
" Oh you see curse, just about NOW!." Ice replied calmly ,as he turned his head to look at the bush to the left of them.
Confused Sin and the Sabers turn to look to,see what Ice meant by. A few seconds later to Sin and Nala shock ,as well as the other Sabers. They saw their parents and their group, being walk out by a group of Wolfs.
" Dad, Mum and Grandma." Nala said in a worried tone.
" Ahh Ironfang we meet again,but this time daddy inst hear to save you from me." Ice snared darkly at Ironfang.
Only for Ironfang to snare back,as he and the other got lead next to Sin Nala and their group. While Silvermoon nuzzle Nala and Sin,when Ironfang stood in front of Ice.
" This is between you and me Ice, battle to the death. Loser pack surrenders and leaves for good." Ironfang snared darkly to Ice.
Only for Ice to chuckle darkly,as he look at Blade. Who went back to the vine holding the rocks above Diego and Soto.
" Sure but you need to learn who make the rules, cut the vine." Ice order to Blade who smiled coldly, much to Sin and the Sabers horror.
" NO." Silvermoon screamed in fear,as she saw Blade about to cut the vine.
*End of Chapter 16*
*Review and Rate *
*No flamers.*
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In a pack part 16 by Sindragon
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I wrote this in dutch because no one can critic me then off grammar and that sorts
Carghago keek in de richting van yksu, vol met angst. "ik weet niet of we dit moeten doen... het voelt neit goed."
"kom op carghago, er is geen andere weg meer. We moeten wel doorgaan. Alles of niets."
Hun gespierde harige benen moesten door het moerassige gras lopen. stap voor stap wanhopiger. "ik weet niet of we dit moeten doen..."zegt carghago, maar voordat hij iets anders wilde zeggen, pakte yksu zijn hand liefdevol en stevig vast. Als ik doodga, wil ik dat wel met jouw.
Ze keken rond. Overal zagen ze enge schaduwen van enge beesten. "aaaaaa!' Carghago begon te schreeuwen uit zijn longen... "heeeeelppppp!" Hij voelt iets aan zijn been. Het voelt als plasma. Opeens komt er een groen plasma beest uit eht water. "Beeerraaannndddstoooff? " Bromt het beest. "Dat kun je krijgen, maar... " hij kijkt naar yksu en zegt verder; "je moet mij eerst plezieren, ik weet wel wat jullie willen. Jullie willen gewoon van onze planeet. " "Met brandstof ja.." "STOP!" schreeuwt het beest, "Niemand valt mij in de reden ! " Een nattige tentakel glijd over de gespierde harige been van carghago. Opeens in zijn broek, waar het rondwroet, opzoek naar de paal. Al dat nattigheid voelt voor carghago fijn, alsof hij ervan geniet. Opeens zegt hij: "we doen er alles voor, echt alles..." "alles?" "Het slijmige ledemaat reikt zijn doel,,, en begint in de onderbroek te gaan van carghago. Carghago kreunt... "alleesss" Maar dan slaat het monster hem op de grond. "Het scheurt zijn broek uit en duwt hem vast, "nee!" roept yksu "dat niet!" Hij schiet een straal in de richting van het beest. "Pak aan!" Het beest implodeert ineen. "Dankjewel" zegt carghago vermoeid. Achter het beest verborg zich een krachtbron, een Exsiziruhus,
To be continued
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Carghago and the eye of the truth- The court - part 2 by LordShimri
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*El Secreto de Tora*
*Advertencia: Es necesario haberse leído los anteriores capítulos para comprender este. ¡¡Feliz Lectura!!*
*Advertencia (y II): Esta historia contiene una escena Yiff (Ya tocaba) y relaciones M/M (Como las chocolatinas pero con /) por lo que si a) Aún no conoces a Tora y Bryce b) Te has equivocado de historia (Puede ocurrir) c) No quieres que consoliden su relación y tengan hijos... Psicológicos d) No te va la homosexualidad, mírate el "Main Menu" donde encontrarás otras secciones quizás mas interesantes adecuado a tus gustos.*
Está lloviendo.
"A pesar de que solo recuerdo lo de hace 9 meses, empiezo a entender mucho mas este mundo. Cuando vine en metro, aquella cabra me miró de mala forma, y yo no lo comprendí, pero ahora si que lo entiendo. Me pregunto si todos ellos pasaran por la misma situación, sintiéndose raros, sucios, y echándonos la culpa por todo lo que les ocurre, pero si lo pienso mejor, es normal... Al fin y al cabo, nunca nos pidieron que fueran creados.*
*Aunque yo mantengo la fuerte idea de que desde entonces ya no son creaciones, si no ellos mismos, pero son muy cerrados de mente.*
*La lluvia exterior parece que no piensa lo mismo.*
*Esta noche hago las maletas."
*Capítulo 7: El (Posible( Final*
Bryce bebió un poco de té, y sentado en el sofá, miró por la ventana. Desde hacía dos horas que no paraba de llover, y los nubarrones tapaban cualquier rayo de sol, sometiendo a la ciudad oriental a una constante y parcial oscuridad, de ambiente grisáceo y triste. Con la espalda inclinada hacia adelante, la sombra se alargaba a través del sofá hasta llegar al mueble de la cocina, y su pelo, suelto ahora, se repartía a lo largo de su espalda.
El muchacho apagó la televisión y se incorporó un momento. Luego, dejó el té en la cocina, y se apoyó en el mueble, pensativo. Tres meses, y lo que había llegado a cambiar. Y pensar que cuando llegó allí, era un chico tímido... Tímido y por muchas razones. Y eran esas razones las que hacían que al lado de Tora se sintiera mucho mejor. Tora...
Recordó rápidamente lo que hacía unas semanas le había dicho Shinke acerca del pasado del tigre: Un antiguo amor, un lobo azul. La verdad es que aquellas palabras le hacían temblar de nerviosismo, y era como si procuraran activar algo en su cabeza, alguna función bloqueada, alguna información.
Se dio la vuelta y se agachó ante el mueble-bar para coger el medicamento que solía tomar y se tragó una pastilla. En el momento en que lo depositó, le vino a la cabeza una posible forma de averiguar el porqué le estaba dando tantas vueltas a aquellas misteriosas y extrañas palabras, pues de Tora no sabía prácticamente nada de su vida anterior a que se conocieran: Un album de fotos. Se levantó, y empezó a rebuscar con la mirada. ¿En que mueble tenía Tora las fotos?
"A lo mejor en su habitación..."
Cuidando de no hacer demasiado ruido, comenzó a caminar lenta y pausadamente en dirección al pasillo que llevaba al dormitorio del tigre, y en cuanto llegó, abrió con sumo silencio. El interior de la habitación se encontraba en una total oscuridad, seguramente a causa del mal tiempo y de tener la persiana bajada, aunque aquella atmósfera no hacía sino recordar la situación moral en la que se encontraba su compañero: Depresivo.
Cuando Tora se enteró de que Shinke había decidido romper el grupo, el tigre solamente calló. Dirigió una mirada última al grifo en cuanto lo vio en la universidad, y desde entonces, no habían hablado entre ellos. Sin embargo, el tigre había entrado en un estadio depresivo, tal y como se había temido, y Bryce no había tenido otra opción que recurrir a Odayaka, aunque este ya le dijo que a pesar de sus esfuerzos, Tora no quería escuchar a nadie.
Se habían juntado tantos problemas que ahora no podían salir de ellos.
El muchacho entró con cuidado en la habitación, procurando acaparar con la mirada el máximo rango posible a pesar de la oscuridad, y elegir los muebles adecuados a buscar. Si no eran esos, es que directamente debía abandonar, porque si el tigre le pillaba escudriñando por ahí, se podía armar la gorda.
Se dirigió a las mesitas de noche, y empezó a buscar en los cajones, pero no logró encontrar absolutamente nada. Bajo la cama habían bastantes cajas, pero después de revisarlas, no había si no revistas varias y de todas las categorías. "Ahora ya se donde guardaba las porno" pensó divertido. Sin embargo, por dentro se sentía fatal, porque era entrometerse en la intimidad del tigre, aunque a decir verdad, había llegado el punto de que necesitaba saber en que mundo se estaba moviendo. Finalmente se incorporó, y buscó en el armario. Tras kilos de ropa, encontró un libro que aparentaba ser un álbum de fotos, y lo sacó del interior, cerrando las puertas tras él, y sentándose en el suelo. No se atrevía a salir, pues probablemente entre que lo hacía y cerraba la puerta, haría tanto ruido que el tigre se despertaría, por lo que era la mejor opción estar ahí, aunque tampoco tenía demasiada luz para poder determinar las fotos.
Abrió el libro con cuidado, y intentó forzar la vista para poder ver las imágenes. Por lo que lograba distinguir, solo eran fotos de él y de sus compañeros. Las continuó pasando, y pudo ver algunas mas, sobretodo a Baka de joven "Como ha cambiado" pensó. Sin embargo, no encontraba ninguna que le llamase la atención. ¿Donde estaba el lobo azul que la última vez le dijo Shinke?
Y entonces le encontró. Fué como si le iluminaran con un foco para que pudiera ver mejor; Bryce podía distinguir, con un fondo basado en un parque de atracciones, al tigre Tora y, cogiéndole por la espalda, a aquel que había mencionado el grifo.
Tal como se esperaba, se trataba de un lobo de pelaje azul marino, pero con algunas zonas mas claras como por ejemplo debajo del morro o tras las orejas puntiagudas que poseía. Su rostro parecía moldea ble, y en aquel momento, daba la sensación de ser el típico lobo pillín que había visto veces en los dibujos animados. Físicamente era alto, y tan fuertote y musculoso como Tora, pero aquello no era lo que mas le impresionaba a Bryce, si no mas bien que parecían ambas piezas de un mismo puzzle: Si cogía al lobo azul y lo cambiaba por otro, Tora cantaba un montón. Como si demostraran el cariño que había entre los dos desde hacía tiempo.
"Este lobo..." pasó un dedo por encima de la imagen, pensativo. "Lo recuerdo... Es... ¡Es el de mis sueños! ¡El que a veces aparece cuando sueño! El del accidente... El del padre suicida..."
¿Que haces?
Bryce dio un respingo al oír la voz del tigre, y alzó la vista al instante. Allí, enfrente suyo, estaba el tigre, de brazos cruzados, y con los boxers puestos. Con la oscuridad y la poca luminosidad que había, su mirada destacaba tal fiereza que, de no saber quien era, hubiera salido corriendo por patas.
Tora... Yo...
El tigre no respondió en ningún momento, si no que se lo quedó mirando fríamente, o eso le pareció al chico. Luego, al ver que se agachaba, el chico empezó a temblar, tragando saliva, imaginándose lo peor. ¿Que podía ocurrir si acababa de...?
Tranquilo.
Bryce se quedó en blanco al oír la voz del tigre. Este solamente le cogió dulcemente el álbum de fotos, y lo observó con sumo cuidado.
Yo... Lo siento mucho, Tora...
¿Porqué lo has cogido?
Por... Shinke me dijo que el equipo se formó gracias a un lobo azul que amabas y... Tenía una ligera sospecha... Y quería verlas para saber...
¿Para saber que?
Bryce se quedó sin habla, procurando encontrar una respuesta que le permitiera eludir al tigre y salir corriendo de ahí. El tiempo no jugó a su favor, y Tora le cogió inmediatamente de la barbilla, obligando le a mirar a los ojos.
Conmigo no te sirven los trucos de respuestas escaqueadoras. - dijo, lo que sorprendió al muchacho. ¿Como sabía que iba a hacer eso? Por un momento pensó que la metedura de pata había sido mas grande de lo que se esperaba.
Tora... Me haces daño. -suplicó. El tigre no hizo nada durante los siguientes tres segundos, pero mas tarde, le soltó, para acariciarle luego la mejilla.
Lo siento. -dijo. -Pero necesito que me digas para que venias a buscar las fotos y porqué. -explicó. Le lamió la cara con cuidado, procurando calmar al muchacho, y luego, añadió. -Ya te conté que hay cosas que no sabes... Y por ello, debo cuidar de ti, Bryce...
Cuidar de mí... ¿Por?
Eso... -el tigre se apartó de él, con el álbum de fotos cerrado en una de sus zarpas, y se sentó en la cama. -No puedo contártelo.
Ya...
Fuñé como sentir una gran explosión interior que no pudo controlar. El muchacho se levantó como pudo, pasando completamente de lo que en esos momento debía hacer: Disculparse. Miró con rabia a Tora, y acto seguido, se fué caminando hacia la puerta.
¿Adonde vas? -le preguntó Tora.
A cualquier lugar. Total, vaya donde vaya, nadie me contará nada, ¿no? -el tono de voz sonaba casi arrogante, pero al chico tampoco le importó. Cogió la puerta del dormitorio, la cerró de golpe tras suyo, y continuó avanzando hacia la entrada. Escuchó la puerta del dormitorio abrirse tras él, pero no miró: Cogió su chaqueta colgada en la percha, y justo cuando fue a coger el pomo, algo le cogió del brazo y le giró a lo bestia, impidiéndole frenar. Se encontró de repente besando a Tora.
Aquello le recordó que, a pesar de lo que acababa de intentar, no había forma de odiarle. Sabia por lo que estaba pasando, y seguramente a pesar de todo aquel lobo continuaba teniendo un lugar en su interior. Pero odiaba tener tantas piezas en las manos y que nadie le permitiese juntarlas. El beso, tan suplicante, le dejó casi sin aliento, y cuando se separaron, le miró a los ojos, buscando respuesta.
No me trates de esta forma, Bryce, no ahora.
El silencio abrumaba la casa, y solo el reloj resonaba por todos lados por su tic-tac. Bryce no sabia ni siquiera que responder, pero el tigre tenía toda la razón. No podía hacerle eso. Y abandonarle por cuestiones propias le podía hacer mucho daño. Acercó una mano a una de las orejas del tigre, y le rascó por detrás, haciendo que el tigre cerrara los ojos y apoyara la cabeza en su hombro.
En mis sueños... Veo ese lobo azul... -confesó el chico al final.
Supuse que llegaría el día en que me dirías eso... -contestó el otro. -En ese caso... dame un poco de tiempo... Y te lo contaré...
No terminó la frase en cuanto notó que el chico se acercaba poco a poco a él y que deslizaba los brazos por debajo de los suyos, pasando las yemas de los dedos sobre el suave pelaje de su cuerpo que tenía toda la parte de arriba al descubierto, y conduciéndolas hasta su espalda, donde finalmente se cruzaron y hicieron que el chico finalmente se quedara abrazado a él, apoyando su cabeza en su hombro, buscando algo de refugio.
Tora también hizo lo suyo, llevando al principio su morro hasta el pelo de Bryce, aspirando levemente, y luego abrazándolo con sus zarpas, procurando no hacerle ningún daño. Era aquellos momentos cuando mas se daba cuenta que su fuerza sin duda podría hacerle daño al muchacho si no procuraba ir con mucho cuidado, cuando se daba cuenta que Bryce era alguien un poco débil físicamente a quien debía proteger hasta que lograra curarle del todo, o hasta que lograra que fuera el de antes.
Notó de repente un cosquilleo en el cuello que le hizo estremecerse y cuya sensación recorrió toda su columna vertebral. Lanzó un suspiró leve y entreabrió los ojos, intentando averiguar que había sido: Se trataba del muchacho, que le estaba lamiendo el pelaje del cuello, y notaba como poco a poco iba subiendo. Sonrió levemente, pues le hacía mucha gracia: Había que reconocer que el muchacho lo hacía con bastante cariño y no le hacía ningún mal. Se dejó llevar, inclinando levemente la cabeza para que no tuviera problemas al respecto, y no se interpuso al respecto. Al contrario, le hacía muy feliz que por fin se tomara ese tipo de confianzas. A pesar de que eran novios, a veces Bryce se mostraba bastante distante, y situaciones tan privadas como aquellas eran un regalo.
De pronto notó como Bryce le lamía al principio la punta de la oreja, y luego le mordía suavemente, sin intención de hacerle ningún daño, mientras hacía un ruido seco, como un ligero. Se rió levemente al sentir aquello, y comprendió que lo único que estaba haciendo era intentar que jugara con él. Así pues, le lamió varias veces el cabello, y luego restregó su morro contra la cabeza del muchacho, haciendo que Bryce se riera durante un rato. El tigre sonrió y volvió a hacer lo mismo, esta vez en el cuello, y el chico se rió tanto que acabó cayendo al suelo sentado, con la espalda apoyada en la esquina sin parar de reir, lo que hizo que el tigre se arrodillara ante él para poderle tener mas de cerca.
Bryce le miró a los ojos en cuanto acabó de reir, y su sonrisa se convirtió de repente en una mueca de extrañeza. En el rostro del tigre había una expresión parecída a preocupación y al mismo tiempo cariño, lo que hizo que se sintiera bastante pequeño al lado suyo y que se acurrucara mas contra la esquina. El tigre avanzó un poco hacia él, quedándose a cuatro patas, y arrimó un poco el morro hacia él, tocandole una mejilla con suavidad, mostrando afecto. Luego, se aproximó y se sentó muy cerca suyo, apoyando el hombro en la puerta y procurando no perder el contacto visual, mientras una de sus zarpas iban hacia su mejilla.
Por primera vez, Bryce notaba una sensación cálida, de muchísima proximidad hacia el tigre. Ya le importaba un cuerno las limitaciones, por aquella vez quería descubrir mas cosas del tigre, tenía la sensación de querer saber si el amor que sentía hacia él iba a durar siempre o solo hasta el momento en que se separaran, pero no encontraba el modo de expresarlo con palabras. Cogió la mano, y la llevó hasta el brazo del tigre, acariciándolo poco a poco, y sonrojándose un poco. Observó como el tigre descendía suavemente la zarpa hacia el hombro de forma decidida, y comprendió que fuera lo que fuera lo que estaba sintiendo en ese momento, quizá debía dejárselo todo al tigre. Notó como este, con cuidado con las dos zarpas, se encargaba de quitarle la chaqueta y de dejarla al suelo, amontonada, y lo miró a los ojos por un instante. Luego lo besó de nuevo, pero esta vez mucho mas tierna, con mas cariño, con mas dulzura, y un escalofrío pasó por su cuerpo. Sintió que resbalaba ligeramente bajó Tora, y como este se encargaba de que no se fuera completamente al suelo, notando su cabeza acolchada por la chaqueta. Ahora estaba completamente echado en el suelo y con él, el tigre besándolo.
Tora dejó de besarlo, y observó al muchacho un momento. Por un momento sintió el impulso de saltar sobre él, pero se contuvo. No, lo que quería demostrarle era otra cosa, quería demostrarle algo muy diferente, y a pesar de que sabía como, tenía miedo de que Bryce le rechazase. Incapaz de continuar, se incorporó un poco, quedándose sentado en el suelo, y mirando al techo. Bryce lo observó durante unos instantes, y luego se llevó una mano a la frente.
Entiendo lo que querías hacer. -le dijo.
Te juro... Que solo quería hacerte entender la importancia que tienes para mí. -dijo, con un tono de arrepentimiento en su voz. -No era como la última vez, en el baño, hace dos meses. Pero no soy capaz... No quiero hacerte daño otra vez.
Bryce lo observó unos instantes, y luego llevó una mano a la zarpa de Tora, tocándola con suavidad.
No seas bobo, confío en ti... -le susurró. -Eso es lo que quiero saber yo... Si realmente te importo... O no...
Tora le miró sorprendido un momento, sin entender bien lo que estaba ocurriendo. Uno que quería averiguar que importancia tenía el uno con el otro, él otro que quería demostrarlo. La situación cuadraba, entonces.
Tora se arrodilló delante de él, y le besó de nuevo en la boca, intentando captar toda su atención en ese mismo momento, procurando ser cariñoso con la persona a la que amaba. Sin darse cuenta, acabó pasando una extremidad trasera por encima del cuerpo echado de Bryce, sin dejar de besarle en ningún momento, algo que dudaba de poder terminar, y agitó la cola levemente de lado a lado, para luego dejarla en reposo en el suelo. Se detuvo un momento para dejarle de besar, y luego, volvieron a las andadas. Para los dos, separarse en aquellos mismos momentos era signo de mala suerte, quizá.
Mientras que con una extremidad delantera mantenía su propio peso, pasó una de sus zarpas delicadamente sobre el pijama del chico. Le entraron ganas de reir cuando se dió cuenta de que, de no haber sido por su intento de detenerle, ahora mismo estaría en la calle en pijama, y con las zapatillas puestas. Notó cada una de las fibras que componían la pieza de vestir en sus garras, hasta que finalmente llegó al final, donde se detuvo unos instantes, subiendo de nuevo. Notando las manos de Tora en sus brazos, acariciando el suave pelaje anaranjado con rayas negras, recorrió de nuevo el camino hacia arriba, desabrochando cada uno de los botones. A cada vez que lo hacía, recordaba cada uno de los momentos en que ambos habían estado tan próximos que ninguno de los dos se atrevía a decirle al otro lo que sentía. Ahora quizás había llegado por primera vez el momento, quien sabe.
En cuanto le desabrochó la camisa del pijama, la apartó un momento, y pasó su zarpa por el torso de este. Notaba el exceso de vello por su cuerpo, signo sin duda de su antigua naturaleza, y le acarició varias veces, notando como Bryce se estremecía a cada vez. Se detuvo un momento y apoyó la zarpa de nuevo en el suelo, para poder repartir mejor el peso.
Seguía sin saber como continuar.
El corazón le latía fuertemente a la hora de pensar en el siguiente paso. Adentrarse en la intimidad de Bryce era algo que no había hecho jamas durante aquellos tres meses, y a pesar de que el chico
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se dejaría, tampoco era plan de estar manejándolo en ese mismo momento como un muñeco.
Si quieres que pare... Dímelo. -le dijo. -Este es un juego de dos... No quiero divertirme solo...
El chico le miró unos instantes, y asintió con la cabeza, dejándose besar de nuevo por el tigre. Luego, este le besó la barbilla, y luego el cuello, y poco a poco, fué descendiendo a lo largo de su torax, obligando a Bryce a dejarle los brazos. Iba dando besos a cada momento que descendía, notando los temblores del otro a cada momento, hasta que finalmente llegó al pantalón. Al ser el del pijama, se dio cuenta de que iba a ser bastante fácil quitárselos, y usando su agilidad felina, se inclinó sobre sus dos patas traseras, mientras que cn las dos delanteras se encargaba de irle bajando la ropa hasta que finalmente se lo quitó junto con las zapatillas.
El vello en exceso se repartía también en las piernas y por lo visto también en la espalda, haciendo de la apariencia física del chico aún mas parecida a la de un lobo, un pensamiento que le hacía sonreír a cada momento. Se puso de nuevo encima de Bryce, y le dio un beso en la mejilla, mientras este le abrazaba y le atraía hacia él, pudiendo notar su pelaje humedeciéndose por el leve sudor del cuerpo del otro.
Si pudiera estar contigo... Siempre...
Lo estarás... Encontraremos la forma...
Notarlo tan nervioso hizo que le empezara a lamer la cabeza con cuidado para que mantuviera la calma. Bryce parecía algo aterrado y al mismo tiempo, por la forma en que le acariciaba, parecía que sentía curiosidad por saber que iba a ocurrir. La verdad es que él también quería saber que pasaría a partir de ahora. Mientras se encargaba de tranquilizarlo, él mismo con cuidado se quitó los boxers, algo que le llevó su tiempo por la cola y porque no quería separarse del chico en ningún momento.
Fué entonces cuando Bryce dejó de acariciar la espalda fuerte del tigre, y empezó a descender la mano a lo largo de su costado hasta el torax, llevándolo hasta la parte íntima del tigre. Tora tembló en cuanto notó un escalofrío pasando por su columna vertebral, y ronroneó a gusto, dejando que Bryce hiciera de las suyas. El chico, al ver que el tigre no se había opuesto, continuó jugando con él durante un buen rato, lamiendo mientras tanto el hombro, notando como poco a poco el tigre también empezaba a sudar. Intentaba no hacerle daño en ningún momento al mismo tiempo que procuraba darle el máximo placer, algo que seguramente estaba logrando, porque Tora no paraba de ronronear cada vez con mas insistencia a medida que el juego del chico iba haciendo su efecto. En cuanto Bryce logró su propósito y notó que el órgano de su compañero ya estaba erecto, pasó la yema de los dedos a lo largo de este, haciendo que el tigre temblara un momento, y finalmente, se atrevió a agarrarlo con firmeza.
Bryce, ¿Que haces?
Tu tranquilo... No pasa nada...
Pero... Ah... ahhh...
Tora notó de repente como el placer y la excitación se mezclaban en su cuerpo, haciendo gemir y maullar, sintiendo como Bryce le iba masturbando. Agachó la cabeza irremediablemente, y en ese mismo momento, notó como el chico volvía a jugar con su oreja, excitandolo aún mas. Le hacía recordar sin duda los días que vivió con él en una época anterior, cuando ambos tenían todo el tiempo que querían, donde no había fronteras para mostrar el cariño de uno por el otro.
Rugió con algo mas de fuerza cuando empezó a sentir los dedos de la otra mano de Bryce recorriendo cada uno de sus fuertes músculos con la yema de los dedos, haciendolo temblar de excitación y doblarse un poco, notando el cuerpo del chico bajo el suyo. Bryce no parecía querer detenerse, y el placer no hacía mas que crecer en el tigre con una rapidez bastante grande. Fué cuando comprendió que aquellos eran gestos de cariño que en el pasado se repitieron varias veces, exactamente los mismos movimientos. Bryce parecía recordar cada vez con mas fuerza la forma en que jugaban ambos, y sin duda, parecía saber perfectamente como hacerle perder la razón y obligar a actuar solo con el corazón, nublando la mente. Llegaba un punto en que prácticamente ya solo sentía el placer, y era incapaz de razonar nada más. No quería llegar a tal punto de clímax, pero por otra parte estaba empezando a desearlo cada vez con mas ansia, lo que demostraba que el chico sabía lo que hacía con él.
De repente notó como se detenía, lo que le permitió coger algo de aire e intentar pensar con claridad a la vez que sentía los dedos de Bryce recorrer su órgano y volver ligeramente a su espalda mientras iba jugando con su pelaje por el camino. Sin embargo, sintió que la cosa no había acabado ahí: De alguna forma Bryce había logrado que lo único que quisiera ahora fuera sentir su cuerpo tocando su pelaje, desvelar todas sus intimidades, y intentar saberlo todo de él. Respiraba con ansiedad, ronroneando de vez en cuando, y tragó saliva cuando notó que el chico cruzaba las piernas alrededor de su cuerpo, sintiendo el corazón de este bombear la sangre con mas fuerza, y la excitación que tenía también entre las piernas. El chico no se detenía con su oreja, y sabía que iba a poder aguantar mas: había logrado contactar con la ternura de su lado mas salvaje.
Se aseguró de que el chico estuviera cómodo y próximo a él, y agitó un poco la cola. Luego, con cuidado, empezó a internarse en el cuerpo del chico, notando ligeras sensaciones recorrer todo su cuerpo, al mismo tiempo que notaba su órgano en una zona de alta temperatura, lo que le excitó completamente. El chico gimió de pasión, haciéndole comprender que todo estaba yendo sobre ruedas y que no debía temer nada, por lo que continuó su camino. Se detuvo un momento, acomodando al chico otra vez a la nueva posición, y cuando se aseguró de que ya no podía hacerle daño, un escalofrío le hizo sonreír de alegría, empezando a moverse con algo de ritmo, mientras se lamía el morro y empezaba a ronronear continuamente, sintiendo al muchacho debajo suyo. Nunca le había tenido de esa forma tan próxima, y de hecho, creía que ese era él único momento en que la intimidad entre los dos era máxima, demostrando sin duda la confianza del uno por el otro. Bryce, mientras tanto, no dejaba de abrazarle al tigre. Sentía su pelaje recorrer la parte de su pecho y frotando su órgano, lo que le empezaba a excitar bastante; sentía el sudor que se acumulaba en todas las partes del cuerpo del tigre, lo que le había humedecido completamente y lo hacía mas suave al restregarse contra él; el poder de cada uno de sus fuertes músculos, trabajando de una forma sincronizada, la fuerza que emanaban y que parecía poder captar en el aire. Sin duda Tora se mostraba ahora como si fuera un tigre en toda regla, y se lo demostraba en todos los ámbitos. La excitación y el placer que le estaba proporcionando no tenía límites, y Tora sentía exactamente lo mismo.
El corazón le latía cada vez con mas fuerza, con mas ímpetu, y poco a poco notó como su ronroneo se convertía en rugidos necesarios, pasando completamente de si le oían fuera o no al estar haciéndolo enla entrada. No quería detenerse en ningún momento, no ahora que había encontrado un momento de privacidad como ningún otro. Bryce, mientras tanto, notó que estaba cargando quizás demasiado el cuerpo en el tigre, y además, el sudor le estaba haciendo imposible mantenerse agarrado, por lo que poco a poco descendió hasta que se quedó en el suelo. Ese momento de liberación le permitió a Tora moverse con mas agilidad y mas ímpetu, lo que sobreexcitó en sobremanera al muchacho, que le acariciaba los brazos sin saber realmente que estaba haciendo. Tora ya no sabía realmente ni lo que estaba haciendo, puesto que la excitación empezaba a nublar su mente, conducido por los gemidos de placer del chico, que iban aumentando. Notaba su pene cada vez mas restregando la cavidad del chico, y se sentía incapaz de aguantar un minuto mas, cerrando fuertemente la mandíbula. Poco a poco sacó las garras retráctiles de las zarpas delanteras y traseras y las clavó en el suelo, permitiendo un mayor agarre, y inclinó la espalda lanzando un fuerte rugido, demostrando así que la excitación ya le estaba controlando completamente. Comenzó a moverse con mas ansiedad y con mas rapidez, mientras Bryce, notando el placer acumulado en el tigre se agarraba de sus brazos, gimiendo cada vez con mas pasión. Notó de repente un calor interior, como algo que se encargaba de subir su temperatura corporal, y escuchó un rugido intenso, potente, propio de un tigre que había llegado al clímax. Tora estuvo un rato intentando coger aire, y luego observó al muchacho. Se inclinó hacia adelante, y le besó en los labios, enredando sus lenguas, y luego descendió hasta su oído.
Vamos a ponerle un punto a la i de "Fin". -dijo.
Bryce no entendió nada, pero se dejó hacer, incapaz de decir algo con la excitación que llevaba dentro. Tora salió de su interior de forma tranquila, poco a poco para no hacerle daño, y luego, a cuatro patas, retrocedió un poco hasta que tuvo el órgano del chico delante suyo. Con una de las zarpas, ahora sin las garras retráctiles, lo cogió con firmeza, y luego le metió un lametón, empezando a masturbar luego al chico.
To... Tora...
Tranquilo...
Tora estuvo un rato de esa forma, sonriendo, viendo como el chico seguía gimiendo de placer. Se lamió los labios, y luego llevó su morro hasta el órgano del chico, internándolo en su cavidad bucal, y empezando a lamerlo. Bryce lo notaba, y era incapaz de decir que no, excitándose cada vez mas. Intentaba agarrarse a cualquier cosas, pero el suelo de parquet no le proporcionaba ningún soporte. Tora, mientras tanto, no finalizaba su faena, y de hecho, pensaba seguir así hasta que al final Bryce sucumbiera. El chico continuó un rato, hasta que al final, cedió, sintiendo todo el placer al principio, y luego, cogiendo aire.
Tora le soltó, y se lamió los labios, mirando al chico con una sonrisa en el morro. Bryce entreabrió los ojos, agotado de tantas sensaciones juntas, y lanzó una pequeña risilla, que se transformó de repente en enormes carcajadas por parte de los dos. Mientras él se incorporaba, ambos no paraban de reir sin entender realmente el porqué.
Tora... -consiguió decir el chico cuando dejó de reír. -¿Crees que encontraremos la forma de estar juntos siempre?
Supongo... Pero después de esto...
Pero después de esto...
Tora se aproximó a él y lo abrazó.
Después de esto... Ahora sé sin duda lo mucho que te quiero. -dijo. -Gracias Bryce... Gracias por estar con todos nosotros... Gracias... Por estar conmigo...
¿Donde vas a ir ahora? -le preguntó el tigre mientras se tomaba un poco de café después de que ambos se ducharan y se vistieran. El chico fue hasta la percha de nuevo, y cogió otra vez la chaqueta. Estaba algo arrugada, y dudo de si llevarla puesta o no. -Yo de ti la tiraría a lavar. Después de usarla como almohada, algún que otro estaría oliéndote durante kilómetros de distancia y sería fácil dar contigo.
Si, eso estoy pensando. -añadió el chico. Se fué hasta la lavadora y metió la chaqueta dentro, echando un vistazo un momento a la puerta que daba al trastero. Algo le atraía hacia allí, pero Tora le había repetido quinientas veces que solo era eso, un trastero.
En fin, voy a ver a alguien. -mintió. -Luego volveré a hacer las maletas, ¿Vale? -se acercó al tigre, y le dií un beso en un lado del morro, haciendo sonreír al antropomorfo. -Tranquilo, que no te abandono aún.
Menos mal. -comentó alegre. -No quiero estar maullando de tristeza por escaquearte esta tarde. Quiero llevarte yo mismo a la estación en cuanto te vengan a buscar.
¿Como? ¡Ja! ¡Eres de lo que no hay! ¡No me voy a perder! -exclamó, lanzando el primer trapo que encontró en las manos contra su rostro. Ambos se rieron y luego, el chico abandonó la casa.
En el momento en que la presencia del humano desapareció, el tigre dejó de sonreir, volviendo a su faceta de preocupado. Varias cosas se le habían pasado por la cabeza durante aquel acto y todas le anunciaban que la situación se le escapaba entre las zarpas. El chico le había confesado unos sueños en los que salía el lobo azul, pero también durante el acto se había comportado igual que en el pasado, lo que implicaba que estaba empezando a recordar. ¿Pero porqué ahora y no cuando se conocieron? De haber sido antes, de haberlo recordado todo, podrían volver a estar juntos, y en cambio, ahora tenía que volver.
Cogió el teléfono, y marcó un número. Esperó un rato hasta que al final escuchó el sonido de una cocina con gente dentro trabajando a toda pastilla. Oyó una voz grave e hizo la petición de que le pasaran el teléfono a Ane; hubo un momento de silencio y luego, escuchó la voz de la coneja.
//Dime, Tora.
Ane, tengo un ligero problema. -la explicó. -Bryce empieza a recuperar conocimientos.
//¿Y le llamas problemas? ¡Pero si lo has estado deseando todo este tiempo!
Ya, pero no lo recuerda todo, solo fragmentos. Le sobrevienen en sueños y en forma de ser... Sospecho de que hay algo que le está bloqueando la memoria. No lo ha olvidado todo, simplemente no puede acceder a toda esa parte de su vida.
//Bueno, parece que ya hemos desvelado parte del misterio. -dijo la otra. //Pero a saber de que se trata...
No se... Tiene que ser algo que haya estado usando a menudo, incluso antes de que le viera. No lo se... Es como si hubieran dos elementos: Uno de ellos le hace recordar, pero el otro se lo impide.
//Lo que le hace recordar ya sabemos todos que es, Tora. Tu olor se encuentra en prácticamente toda tu casa, y supongo que eso le ha hecho fluir ciertos momentos de su pasado.
Y sus instintos mas bajos... -añadió Tora, aunque por dentro sonreía por eso.
//Escucha, Leon trabaja mediante medicina, igual que mi hermanastro. Quizás nos sirva. Busca un medicamento que haya llevado encima incluso antes de conocerte. Míralo a ver, pero procura no confundirlo con la medicación que lleva encima además de esa.
Medicina... ¡¡Espera!! -Tora se despegó de la pared y empezó a abrir y cerrar las puertas de los muebles. -¡Bryce toma un medicamento, pero ni él sabe para que és!
//Busca, y llévalo a mi hermanastro. Que él te haga un análisis y sacar conclusiones. //Oye, llevo dejarte. Llámame si encontráis algo.
Y tanto que lo haría. En esos momentos se maldito a sí mismo por no haber caído en su momento en todo aquel rollo de la medicina. Y entre maldiciones, y abriendo y cerrando muebles, encontró un botecillo de aspirinas que no conocía de nada bajo el mueble bar, medio abierto. Lo cogió, y se lo acercó a los ojos, sospechando.
Creo que ya tenemos al culpable. -se dijo a si mismo.
Damaru, el gran desaparecido.
Con el tiempo, se había demostrado que existían dos pilares en el equipo de baloncesto antiguo: El primero era el recuerdo del Lobo Azul, y el segundo, el de Damaru. Misterioso Dragón.
Su hogar se componía de un enorme ático que no tenía mas muebles que un par de sofás, una cama y una cocina. Necesitaba el máximo espacio posible, o de lo contrario le entraba claustrofobia, aunque siendo sinceros, esa sensación la tenía últimamente des de el retorno de Bryce. Jugar a dos bandos no le estaba haciendo gracia, pero era la única forma que tenía de compensar el daño que hizo en el pasado, aunque él saliera perdiendo.
No había querido abandonar el equipo, pero uniéndose al director conseguía muchos mas puntos a su favor. Podía hacer de espía, y ayudar al tigre y al muchacho lo que pudiera. Y aunque se trataba de jugar con fuego, era ahora mismo el único objetivo que tenía, observando desde las sombras, mover algunos hilos para detener a Leon. Pero la ineptitud de Tora le complicaba las cosas, y era hora de mover ficha.
Escuchó el timbre de la puerta, y se bajó del borde de la ventana, entrecerrando sus alas. Abrió la puerta, y observó quien había llamado: Una gata de pelaje gris, bien formada, con guantes en las garras; Laura.
Mira a quien tenemos aquí... -mencionó la gata. -Llevo días sin recibir mas mails de tus descubrimientos, pensaba que te habían exterminado.
Lo ssse... Passsa...
La gata entró con cuidado, observando con atención el entorno. La casa de Damaru siempre había sido la misma, y de todos los jugadores, quizás era el único que nunca había cambiado de hogar. Como todos los dragones del clan, Damaru era reacio a abandonar aquel lugar donde mejor se encontraba.
Algún día te haré un remodelado de toda esta casa. -dijo la gata mientras se dirigía al sofá. La daba la sensación de ser muy pequeña en comparación con la grandaria y el vacío del piso. Observó con atención con sus ojos rasgados como el dragón iba hasta la nevera y sacaba un par de refrescos. Luego se fué hasta el sofá y la ofreció una de las dos bebidas, que aceptó con gratitud.
¿Planes?
Le molessta Bryce. -contestó el dragón. -Preveía la decisssión del grifo, y pretendía jugar mas con él cuando estuviera derrumbado, pero parece ssser que el humano logró al menosss darle esssperanzasss. -informó, como si estuviera leyendo un texto. Cerró las alas para apoyarse en el respaldo, y continuó mientras sus escamas verdes brillaban como esmeraldas. -Esssta noche no llegará a la central Dorei.
La gata solo rió.
Supuse que haría eso. Siempre se le escapó de su control el lobo azul y con él, los otros dos mestizos. -suspiró. Bryce no tiene ningún perjuicio en el pasado, ni tampoco genético, por lo que no puede jugar con su moral. Tora está peleado con su padre, Odayaka tiene problemas con su familia, Shinke es débil, y Baja... Bueno, Baka ya es un caso aparte. -bebió un poco, y continuó. -Puede hacer con sus vidas lo que quiera, y con las nuestras. -añadió, señalando un momento al dragón. -Pero él es... Como lo diría...
Prepotente, rebelde... Cualquier adjetivo le vale. -¿Que me dicesss... De los clanesss?
¿Que sabes de ellos?
Solo del de Tora. -informó. -Por lo que me han contado, el viejo essstá muy cansssado, y ssolo el tigre puede ssubstituirle. Nunca ssse han enc
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