This is a level of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real spirit, use a condom, damnit ! unwanted child, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 5 - Clucking inferno ( MF, cons, magic, safe, viol )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

Marsha Patterson walked along the park way of life, her poodle Mookie ahead on her trio, sniffing at this and that. Marsha was up early, getting her bit of physical exertion before heading to work. nonentity else was up so she had the park to herself. The sun was just beginning to appear on the horizon.

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

'' Hello ? '' she offered. The trace separated from the iniquity of the Tree and Marsha could see the curves of an hourglass human body above the gait of a self-assured woman approaching her. Mookie barked louder, almost frantic, moving in between her possessor and the newcomer.

The foreign woman stopped and looked at the poodle. Her eyes seemed to burn for a moment and the dog whimpered, cowering. Then the cleaning woman came closer, those glowing eyes rising to see Marsha's.

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

Mookie 's leash dropped to the ground and the dog ran for her animation, the picture of a huge, slavering three-headed mastiff in her head. She heard her fancy woman gasp, the last phone she would ever arrive at in this world, but the dog kept running.

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Today ...

tec Dianna sheepherder sighed. Another weekend of going over the contingent of a serial publication of missing soul cases with no real leads when she should have been resting, or finding some hot woman to sleep together ! She was so frustrated, on both sides.

She looked at the picture of Marsha Patterson. ahead of time XL, not bad to look 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 have some fun.

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

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

I kept almost nodding off in the afternoon. Demie 's ... attending ... took a lot out of me, though I did n't take 18 hours of sleep after she jumped me anymore. Did that mean that I was getting used to her, her to me, or did I just have less energy for her to steal these daylight ?

Finally, 5 PM rolled around and I staggered out of the office. Demie was n't home plate 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 urban center -- his urban center. Below, the piddling people went about their day-after-day lives, unaware of the dangers, the holy terror that Banker Man kept at bay.

Banker Man took another puff of his butt. Bob Perkins felt like a superhero watching over the city from the roof of his employment building. The nothingness whistled by, carrying the nicotine-laced pot from his breathing spell, scattering it like his ambition had when he started this job ; no, this career. He had been at it for over 8 age now ... time to pop out thinking of it that way.

'' Got another, hun ? '' He quickly turned to find a beautiful adult female right behind him in a soused business outfit with a pencil dame. He had been alone seconds ago, and had n't heard the cap door open.

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

He shoved the cig in his back talk and quickly fished out his pack and Ag zero, the latter with a devilish face engraved into it. It had been a gift from his big brother when he took the job at kickoff money box, a none-too-subtle joke. His parents were proud of their up-and-coming youngest son, but his brother was disappointed, hoping he would do something to make the humanity better, not make money just to crap money. Bob had kept the igniter, determined to own the joke.

He gave a cigaret to his gorgeous companion, who had cat 's eye crank and curly auburn tomentum, a look he was partial to, and tried to light it for her. The breaking wind blew it out instantly. He cupped his script to try to keep back the flame alive, but it was no use. The wind had really picked up.

The woman pulled close and he breathed in her heady scent. His cock got hard quickly. Then she touched the end of her butt to his and breathed in, lighting hers up.

After that she did n't pull out away. She looked at him with gold eyes that seemed to burn, drawing him in. His rima oris went slack water and his cigarette fell. As she moved her cigarette aside he leaned in and kissed her.

Banker Man crumpled to the ground, a face of bliss on his dead face. Demie finished her bullet and then disposed of the grounds, though she kept the Zippo.

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Today ...

I woke up to a filthy stench, making my olfactory organ wrinkle as I sat up. What was that ? It seemed to be coming from the support room.

'Oh shit ,'I thought, 'Demie did n't bolt down individual here again, did she ?'I threw my robe on and dashed into the animation room. No physical structure, but the stench was terrible and there was ... something ... sitting on my couch.

plume covered the ... woman ? Her implements of war seemed to also be wings, and those ended in nasty looking talons, as did her feet. I could see boobs protruding out between her chest of drawers feathers, but the foetor kept me from admiring those. Her face was rough, leathery. `` She looks like a hundred sea mile of bad route, '' my granddad would cause said.

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

The wight rose up onto her invertebrate foot and approached me with a lumbering gait. I could practically see the malodor strain radiating from her, and did my just to hold still and breathe through my mouth.

She stopped a footstep away, sniffed me, and then spoke, seemingly with great difficulty, her vocalism a crossbreeding between a orotund wench and a piano being smashed to piece : `` DEE ... MEE ? ``

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

The creature jumped and flopped back onto the couch. Crossing her wing arms, she looked defiantly back at me.

'' Okay ... '' I said, `` You just wait here, I guess. '' I headed back into the bedroom and changed.

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

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

... and found that Demie had used it all up ! screwing !

I called in sick to work. I did n't have it off what would hap if I left this animal here alone, and I needed to get some more continuing before Demie got back. I texted Monday and waited.

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

'' okay, '' I said to the ... whatever it was, `` Can you change shape like Demie ? You have to total with me to get something she wants, and you ca n't go outside like that. ``

The brute raised one wing arm and revealed a bracelet. She touched it and suddenly she was a severely slight adult female in jeans, U. S. Army iron heel, and a taut tank top. The leatherlike face remained but now she had unkempt mousy brown hair instead of feathers.

The flavour remained, though. `` Can you please shower before we go ? I 'm meritless, but humans do n't smack like that. ``

The creature got up from the sofa and breezed by me, heading into my bedroom. I heard her murmur, `` Hmph '' as she went. Then I heard the weewee running in my bathroom. I let my breathing spell out in relief.

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

Dear ? Why did I write that ? She was n't pricey to me ...

... or was she ? We 'd had sex quite a few clip over the last-place few weeks, and even with effortless relationship feelings can pop out up, but she was a murderous daemon !

Shaking my head, I continued :'I 'm taking your wench lady friend to Monday 's place to pick up some marijuana. Here 's the address if you want to meet us there ...'

The shuttle animal left my shower a godawful mess but she smelled a lot better after washing up. Not slap-up, but not terrible anymore. We left my flat and walked to Mon 's place.

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

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

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

'' Cool gens ! '' Mon said to her, motioning us to sit on his nasty couch.

Monday brought out a pre-made marijuana cigarette 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 sassing, parroting ( ha ) what Monday did.

I did n't know what to expect. If pot worked on demon it might make for on this eldritch bird lady too.

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

Was he -- ? Yes he was. Monday was hitting on the foul-smelling razzing lady.

Even weirder, she seemed to be responding favorably. As Mon rubbed her back with his hand she started making a cooing sound, like a vast pigeon.

This was too uncanny for me. I sucked on the fatso, gave it back to Monday, and then headed to the washroom to take a wetting. When I came back out the living way was empty, and Monday 's bedroom room access was closed.

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

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

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

Mon looked over his articulatio humeri at Hepzibah sitting on his bed. `` Do n't deal dude. '' As he started to close the door in my face I held it open.

'' At least wrap it up, okay ? '' I suggested. I did n't know what was going to happen, but I did n't desire my buddy catching some sort of Scheol VD.

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

I spent the next 15 minutes trying not to listen to the racket on the other side of that doorway. Mon groaning, Hepzibah ... clucking ? Then she was shrieking, and I heard Mon yell out, `` Yea-AAHHH ! ``

I was almost at the bedchamber door when I heard Monday cry out, `` Holy shit woman ! You like it rough, huh ? Well, two can play at that game ! '' Then I heard something hit the far wall, followed by a screech of ... joy ? ... from her. `` Woooo ! '' Monday cried out, and then there was the auditory sensation of a lamp breaking.

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

Finally the ruckus calmed down. I poked my heading into Monday 's bedroom to find the entire room in Chaos, furniture scattered and/or broken.

Hepzibah was lying in the twist of Monday 's shoulder joint, snuggling up to him and making that cooing strait again. Monday had a huge smile on his face but his thorax was tiger undress, bloodline dripping onto the shattered 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 hour later. I explained what happened and then we both went into Monday 's bedroom.

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

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

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

To be continued ...