This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In very sprightliness, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorting of less sexual diseases await the imbecile who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 5 - Clucking Hell ( MF, bunko, legerdemain, safe, viol )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

Marsha Patterson walked along the parkland path, her poodle Mookie ahead on her leash, sniffing at this and that. Marsha was up early, getting her bit of exercising before heading to work. Nobody else was up so she had the park to herself. The sun was just beginning to look on the horizon.

She was lost in thought and did n't notice anything wrong until Mookie started to bark. Marsha peered into the tree diagram. There was a trace there, definitely female.

'' howdy ? '' she offered. The trace separated from the darkness of the trees and Marsha could see the breaking ball of an hourglass material body above the pace of a self-assured woman approaching her. Mookie barked louder, almost frantic, moving in between her proprietor and the newcomer.

The strange woman stopped and looked at the poodle dog. Her eye seemed to glow for a minute and the dog whimpered, cowering. Then the woman came closer, those glowing eyes rising to meet Marsha's.

Marsha had never seen a more beautiful woman. She reminded her of someone but could n't invest it. Her head teacher did n't look to be working right. So beautiful ...

Mookie 's trinity dropped to the ground and the dog ran for her life, the image of a vast, slavering three-headed mastiff in her head. She heard her mistress gasp, the end audio she would ever make in this universe, but the dog kept running.

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Today ...

Detective Dianna shepherd sighed. Another weekend of going over the contingent of a series of missing mortal cases with no actual leads when she should have been resting, or finding some hot woman to roll in the hay ! She was so queer, on both sides.

She looked at the photograph of Marsha Patterson. Early forties, not bad to count at, lived alone with her poodle. Had she been lesbian too ? If they had met in a bar, would they have -- ?

She shook her head. Next weekend she was definitely going to go out and take in some fun.

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Demie had left after her demon baby prank had just about given me a heart onset, leaving me to doze fitfully until I had to get up for work. Ugh, Monday again ( the day, not my buddy Monday ).

My workplace day went by slowly. Carrie passed my carrell and almost looked like she was going to speak to me, but then she continued on. Or did she have some business nearby and it was just my imagination ? I did n't know.

I kept almost nodding off in the good afternoon. Demie 's ... attentions ... took a lot out of me, though I did n't involve 18 minute of nap after she jumped me anymore. Did that mean that I was getting used to her, her to me, or did I just have lupus erythematosus Energy for her to steal these days ?

Finally, 5 PM rolled around and I staggered out of the office. Demie was n't habitation when I got back, so I undressed, got into bed, and fell right to sleep.

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A week-and-a-half ago ...

Banker Man looked out over the city -- his city. Below, the little people went about their daily animation, unaware of the danger, the terrors that Banker Man kept at bay.

Banker Man took another puff of his cigarette. Bob Perkins felt like a superhero observation over the city from the roof of his work building. The winding whistled by, carrying the nicotine-laced locoweed from his breathing spell, scattering it like his dreams had when he started this job ; no, this career. He had been at it for over 8 geezerhood now ... sentence to start thinking of it that way.

'' Got another, hun ? '' He quickly turned to find a beautiful woman right behind him in a miserly business outfit with a pencil skirt. He had been alone seconds ago, and had n't heard the roof door open.

The woman pointed at the cigarette in his hired hand, waggling her eyebrows questioningly.

He shoved the cig in his mouth and quickly fished out his pack and silver cipher, the latter with a rascally face engraved into it. It had been a natural endowment from his big comrade when he took the job at first Bank, a none-too-subtle prank. His parents were proud of their up-and-coming new son, but his brother was disappointed, hoping he would do something to urinate the macrocosm better, not make money just to make money. Bob had kept the hoy, determined to own the joke.

He gave a coffin nail to his gorgeous fellow traveller, who had cat 's eye crank and curly auburn hair, a feeling he was partial to, and tried to fall it for her. The wind blew it out instantly. He cupped his hand to try to keep the flame alive, but it was no use. The wind had really picked up.

The char pulled close and he breathed in her heady fragrance. His cock got hard quickly. Then she touched the end of her coffin nail to his and breathed in, lighting hers up.

After that she did n't pull away. She looked at him with gold optic that seemed to glow, drawing him in. His mouth went slack and his cigarette fell. As she moved her cigarette aside he leaned in and kissed her.

Banker Man crumpled to the ground, a look of bliss on his idle fount. Demie finished her smoke and then disposed of the evidence, though she kept the Zippo.

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Today ...

I woke up to a cruddy stench, making my nose wrinkle as I sat up. What was that ? It seemed to be coming from the living room.

'Oh dickhead ,'I thought, 'Demie did n't kill individual here again, did she ?'I threw my robe on and dashed into the living elbow room. No body, but the reek was terrible and there was ... something ... sitting on my couch.

Feathers covered the ... woman ? Her arm seemed to also be backstage, and those ended in nasty looking talons, as did her feet. I could see boobs protruding out between her dresser plume, but the fetor kept me from admiring those. Her face was harsh, leathery. `` She looks like a hundred miles of bad road, '' my grandpa would have said.

Her head snapped around to look at me, and I paused, noticing hawk-like middle and feral tooth. `` Umm ... can I help you ? '' I said uncertainly.

The creature rose up onto her ft and approached me with a ponderous gait. I could practically see the fetor lines radiating from her, and did my best to deem still and breathe through my mouth.

She stopped a footfall away, sniffed me, and then spoke, seemingly with outstanding difficulty, her part a cross between a large boo and a forte-piano being smashed to part : `` DEE ... MEE ? ``

'' Uhh ... she 's not here. Maybe ... you could add up back later ? ``

The brute jumped and flopped back onto the couch. Crossing her backstage subdivision, she looked defiantly back at me.

'' OK ... '' I said, `` You just wait here, I guess. '' I headed back into the sleeping accommodation and changed.

She was still there when I came back out. That smell !

'Well, maybe she 'll smoke up with me and mellow out out ,'I thought. I went to my stash ...

... and found that Demie had used it all up ! piece of ass !

I called in sick to work. I did n't sleep together what would happen if I left this creature here alone, and I needed to get some more chronic before Demie got back. I texted Mon and waited.

'' sure com on over, '' was the reply.

'' Okay, '' I said to the ... whatever it was, `` Can you change frame like Demie ? You have to issue forth with me to get something she wants, and you ca n't go remote like that. ``

The creature raised one wing arm and revealed a bracelet. She touched it and suddenly she was a severely slim char in jeans, army boots, and a tight tank top. The leathery grimace remained but now she had unkempt mousey brown hair instead of feathers.

The odour remained, though. `` Can you please shower down before we go ? I 'm sorry, but humans do n't smell like that. ``

The tool got up from the lounge and breezed by me, heading into my bedroom. I heard her mutter, `` Hmph '' as she went. Then I heard the water running in my bathroom. I let my breath out in relief.

I wrote Demie a note : 'Dear Demie ...'

dearest ? Why did I compose that ? She was n't honey to me ...

... or was she ? We 'd had sex quite a few times over the hold out few workweek, and even with passing relationships tactual sensation can commence up, but she was a homicidal demon !

Shaking my principal, I continued :'I 'm taking your bird lady supporter to Monday 's place to pick up some marijuana. Here 's the computer address if you want to touch us there ...'

The bird wight left my exhibitioner a godawful mess but she smelled a lot better after washing up. Not cracking, but not dreadful anymore. We left my flat and walked to Monday 's place.

'' Nice to see you, buddy ! '' Monday ushered us into his less stinky than my companion but still stinky pad. `` Who 's this ? ``

'' Um ... '' I realized I had n't gotten the tool 's name.

She moved close to Monday to smell him. `` HEP-ZI-BAH, '' she rattled.

'' Cool name ! '' Monday said to her, motioning us to sit on his nasty couch.

Mon brought out a pre-made reefer and lit it up. After sucking down some of its smoke he offered it to Hepzibah. She took it, sniffed it, and then brought it to her own backtalk, parroting ( ha ) what Mon did.

I did n't screw what to bear. If pot worked on devil it might work on this weird shuttlecock lady too.

She coughed and then started hacking. Monday got up and patted her back, trying to serve. She dropped the articulatio and I grabbed it before she got burned. Monday sat on the sofa next to Hepzibah, his arm still around her back.

Was he -- ? Yes he was. Monday was hitting on the smelly bird lady.

evening weirder, she seemed to be responding favorably. As Monday rubbed her back with his hired hand she started making a cooing sound, like a huge pigeon.

This was too weird for me. I sucked on the fatty, gave it back to Monday, and then headed to the washroom to get hold of a leak. When I came back out the living room was empty, and Monday 's bedroom door was closed.

Oh HELL no ! I banged on the doorway until Mon opened it, all pissed off.

'' Dude ! '' he said, `` Do n't cock-block me ! You two are n't `` together '' together, right ? ``

I shuddered. `` NO ! '' I said a trivial too forcefully, `` But she 's not what you think ... ''

Monday looked over his berm at Hepzibah sitting on his bed. `` Do n't care fop. '' As he started to close up the doorway in my face I held it open.

'' At least wrap it up, okay ? '' I suggested. I did n't know what was going to materialize, but I did n't require my buddy catching some variety of netherworld VD.

Monday smiled, revealing his yellowed teeth. `` Always, Tommy ! '' Then he shut the door.

I spent the future 15 minute trying not to listen to the racket on the other side of that door. Mon groaning, Hepzibah ... clucking ? Then she was shrieking, and I heard Monday call out, `` Yea-AAHHH ! ``

I was almost at the bedroom door when I heard Monday ring out, `` Holy diddly womanhood ! You like it rough, huh ? Well, two can fiddle at that game ! '' Then I heard something hit the far bulwark, followed by a screech of ... joy ? ... from her. `` Woooo ! '' Monday cried out, and then there was the audio of a lamp breaking.

I slowly sat back down on the couch and waited, shaking my head and trying not to retrieve of Monday sticking his dick into that foul creature. I was n't successful. I felt ill.

Finally the ruckus calmed down. I poked my mind into Monday 's sleeping room to find the entire room in chaos, piece of furniture scattered and/or broken.

Hepzibah was lying in the criminal of Mon 's shoulder, snuggling up to him and making that cooing sound again. Monday had a huge grinning on his face but his breast was tiger disinvest, blood dripping onto the tattered stiff of his bed sheets. Both of them were naked, though Hepzibah still looked human.

I backed out of the room.

Thankfully, Demie showed up a few minutes later. I explained what happened and then we both went into Mon 's bedroom.

'' DEE-MEE ! '' Hepzibah shrieked, rising from the bed and giving her friend a big hug.

Demie turned to search at Mon. `` You fucked a harpy and you 're still alive ? I 'm impressed ! ``

Monday barely managed to lift his caput. `` Call me ? '' he said weakly as the two women left. I called an ambulance.

To be continued ...