This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In actual biography, use a safety, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` sink his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 5 - Clucking Hell ( MF, yardbird, magic, dependable, viol )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A hebdomad ago ...

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

She was lost in thinking and did n't note anything untimely until Mookie started to skin. Marsha peered into the tree. There was a tincture there, definitely female.

'' Hello ? '' she offered. The dark separated from the dark of the tree and Marsha could see the curve ball of an hourglass figure above the pace of a self-assured adult female approaching her. Mookie barked louder, almost excited, moving in between her proprietor and the newcomer.

The strange woman stopped and looked at the poodle. Her eye seemed to glow for a import 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 fair sex. She reminded her of someone but could n't place it. Her head did n't seem to be working right. So beautiful ...

Mookie 's threesome dropped to the ground and the dog ran for her aliveness, the simulacrum of a vast, slavering three-headed mastiff in her oral sex. She heard her schoolmarm gasp, the death sound she would ever make in this world, but the dog kept running.

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Today ...

Detective Dianna Shepherd sighed. Another weekend of going over the point of a series of missing mortal event with no literal star when she should have been resting, or finding some hot woman to hump ! She was so frustrated, on both sides.

She looked at the photo of Marsha Patterson. former forties, not bad to search 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. following weekend she was definitely going to go out and have some fun.

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Demie had left after her daemon child harlequinade had just about given me a heart attempt, leaving me to doze fitfully until I had to get up for workplace. Ugh, Monday again ( the day, not my brother Mon ).

My workplace day went by slowly. Carrie passed my cell and almost looked like she was going to peach to me, but then she continued on. Or did she receive some byplay 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 require 18 hours of eternal rest 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 years ?

Finally, 5 PM rolled around and I staggered out of the situation. Demie was n't domicile 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 life history, unaware of the peril, the little terror that Banker Man kept at bay.

Banker Man took another puff of his cigarette. Bob Perkins felt like a superhero watching over the urban center from the roof of his employment building. The wind whistled by, carrying the nicotine-laced skunk from his breath, scattering it like his dream had when he started this job ; no, this career. He had been at it for over 8 twelvemonth now ... prison term to bulge out thinking of it that way.

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

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

He shoved the cig in his oral cavity and quickly fished out his pack and silver zero, the latter with a mephistophelian typeface engraved into it. It had been a gift from his big crony when he took the job at start savings bank, a none-too-subtle joke. His parents were proud of their up-and-coming new son, but his chum was disappointed, hoping he would do something to arrive at the world better, not realize money just to make money. Bob had kept the ignitor, determined to own the joke.

He gave a coffin nail to his gorgeous companion, who had cat 's eye glasses and curly auburn hair, a feeling he was partial to, and tried to ignite it for her. The wind blew it out instantly. He cupped his handwriting to try to keep the flaming 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 heavy quickly. Then she touched the end of her cigarette to his and breathed in, lighting hers up.

After that she did n't pull in away. She looked at him with gold oculus that seemed to glow, drawing him in. His oral cavity went slackness and his butt fell. As she moved her cigaret aside he leaned in and kissed her.

Banker Man crumpled to the primer, a tone of bliss on his deadened aspect. Demie finished her weed and then disposed of the evidence, though she kept the Zippo.

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Today ...

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

'Oh shit ,'I thought, 'Demie did n't pour down someone here again, did she ?'I threw my robe on and dashed into the aliveness room. No consistency, but the fetor was unspeakable and there was ... something ... sitting on my couch.

Feathers covered the ... char ? Her sleeve seemed to also be annex, and those ended in nasty looking talons, as did her feet. I could see boobs protruding out between her breast feathers, but the stench kept me from admiring those. Her look was harsh, leathery. `` She looks like a hundred miles of bad road, '' my grandpa would have said.

Her headland snapped around to reckon at me, and I paused, noticing hawk-like eyes and savage dentition. `` Umm ... can I help oneself you ? '' I said uncertainly.

The fauna rose up onto her feet and approached me with a pound pace. I could practically see the reek lines radiating from her, and did my topper to hold still and breathe through my mouth.

She stopped a footfall away, sniffed me, and then spoke, seemingly with outstanding difficulty, her interpreter a cross between a big bird and a piano being smashed to pieces : `` DEE ... MEE ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

I called in sick to solve. I did n't know what would chance if I left this puppet here alone, and I needed to get some more chronic before Demie got back. I texted Monday and waited.

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

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

The animal raised one fender arm and revealed a bracelet. She touched it and suddenly she was a severely slenderize woman in jeans, army boots, and a tight tank top. The leathered face remained but now she had unkempt mousy brown hair instead of feathers.

The olfactory property remained, though. `` Can you please exhibitor before we go ? I 'm sorry, but humankind do n't sense like that. ``

The wight got up from the couch and breezed by me, heading into my sleeping accommodation. I heard her grumble, `` 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 ...'

dear ? Why did I write that ? She was n't heartfelt to me ...

... or was she ? We 'd had sex quite a few metre over the last few weeks, and even with casual relationships feel can start up, but she was a homicidal daemon !

Shaking my oral sex, I continued :'I 'm taking your doll ma'am Friend to Mon 's shoes to find fault up some cannabis. Here 's the address if you want to touch us there ...'

The shuttle creature left my exhibitioner a godawful pile but she smelled a lot better after washing up. Not swell, but not dreadful 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 companion but still rotten pad. `` Who 's this ? ``

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

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

'' poise name ! '' Monday said to her, motioning us to sit on his cruddy couch.

Monday brought out a pre-made spliff and lit it up. After sucking down some of its hummer 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 get it on what to have a bun in the oven. If pot worked on demons it might work on this eldritch bird lady too.

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

Was he -- ? Yes he was. Monday was hitting on the fetid razz lady.

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

This was too eldritch for me. I sucked on the fatty, gave it back to Monday, and then headed to the washroom to take a news leak. When I came back out the bread and butter room was empty, and Monday 's bedroom threshold was closed.

Oh hellhole no ! I banged on the threshold 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 petty too forcefully, `` But she 's not what you think ... ''

Mon looked over his shoulder at Hepzibah sitting on his bed. `` Do n't care dude. '' As he started to close the room access in my fount I held it open.

'' At least wrap it up, okay ? '' I suggested. I did n't love what was going to befall, but I did n't want my buddy catching some sort of netherworld 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 fraudulent scheme on the other side of that doorway. Monday groaning, Hepzibah ... clucking ? Then she was shrieking, and I heard Mon yell out, `` Yea-AAHHH ! ``

I was almost at the bedroom door when I heard Monday call out, `` Holy rat woman ! You like it rough, huh ? Well, two can dally at that secret plan ! '' 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 sound of a lamp breaking.

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

Finally the commotion calmed down. I poked my nous into Mon 's bedroom to find oneself the entire room in chaos, furniture scattered and/or broken.

Hepzibah was lying in the turn of Monday 's shoulder, snuggling up to him and making that cooing sound again. Monday had a huge grinning on his boldness but his chest was tiger striped, descent dripping onto the tattered stiff of his bed tabloid. 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 Monday 's bedroom.

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

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

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

To be continued ...