This is a fib of cursory, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In real life history, use a safety, damnit ! undesirable child, HIV and all sorting of lesser sexual diseases await the retard who `` plunge his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 5 - Clucking Hell ( MF, cons, trick, safety, viol )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

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

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

'' Hello ? '' she offered. The shadow separated from the darkness of the trees and Marsha could see the curves of an hourglass shape above the gait of a self-assured cleaning woman approaching her. Mookie barked louder, almost frantic, moving in between her owner and the newcomer.

The strange woman stopped and looked at the poodle dog. Her eyes seemed to shine for a instant and the dog whimpered, cowering. Then the cleaning woman came closer, those glowing heart rising to suffer Marsha's.

Marsha had never seen a more beautiful adult female. She reminded her of someone but could n't place it. Her head did n't appear to be working right. So beautiful ...

Mookie 's tierce dropped to the ground and the dog ran for her life sentence, the icon of a vast, slavering three-headed mastiff in her point. She heard her mistress gasp, the close strait she would ever make water in this world, but the dog kept running.

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Today ...

detective Dianna Shepherd sighed. Another weekend of going over the details of a series of missing persons caseful with no real number leads when she should ingest been resting, or finding some hot woman to fuck ! She was so frustrated, on both sides.

She looked at the photo of Marsha Patterson. Early 1940s, not bad to look at, lived alone with her poodle dog. 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 monster baby clowning had just about given me a ticker attack, leaving me to snooze fitfully until I had to get up for employment. Ugh, Mon again ( the day, not my buddy Mon ).

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

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

Finally, 5 PM rolled around and I staggered out of the office. Demie was n't household 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 city. Below, the short citizenry went about their daily spirit, unaware of the dangers, the terrors 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 piece of work building. The idle words whistled by, carrying the nicotine-laced smoke from his breather, scattering it like his dreams had when he started this job ; no, this career. He had been at it for over 8 years now ... time to get intellection of it that way.

'' Got another, hun ? '' He quickly turned to encounter a beautiful woman right behind him in a tight concern turnout with a pencil dame. He had been alone seconds ago, and had n't heard the roof door open.

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

He shoved the cig in his mouth and quickly fished out his mob and ash gray Zippo, the latter with a diabolic side engraved into it. It had been a endowment from his big sidekick when he took the job at First Bank, a none-too-subtle prank. His parents were proud of their up-and-coming youngest son, but his brother was disappointed, hoping he would do something to puddle the world better, not score money just to make money. Bob had kept the lighter, determined to own the joke.

He gave a cigarette to his gorgeous companion, who had cat 's eye glasses and curly auburn hair, a aspect he was partial to, and tried to light it for her. The jazz blew it out instantly. He cupped his manus to try to hold open the fire alert, but it was no use. The wind had really picked up.

The char pulled close and he breathed in her heady scent. His dick 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 pluck away. She looked at him with gold eye that seemed to glow, drawing him in. His back talk went slack and his cigarette fell. As she moved her cigaret aside he leaned in and kissed her.

Banker Man crumpled to the terra firma, a spirit of bliss on his deadened face. Demie finished her smoke and then disposed of the grounds, though she kept the Zippo.

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Today ...

I woke up to a tight 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 kill somebody here again, did she ?'I threw my robe on and dashed into the sustenance room. No body, but the stench was terrible and there was ... something ... sitting on my couch.

Feathers covered the ... womanhood ? Her weaponry seemed to also be backstage, and those ended in nasty looking talons, as did her feet. I could see boobs protruding out between her thorax plume, but the mephitis kept me from admiring those. Her expression was coarse, leathery. `` She looks like a hundred Admiralty mile of bad road, '' my grandpa would take said.

Her point snapped around to expect at me, and I paused, noticing hawk-like optic and ferine teeth. `` Umm ... can I help oneself you ? '' I said uncertainly.

The tool rose up onto her metrical foot and approached me with a lumbering gait. I could practically see the stink lines radiating from her, and did my secure to contain still and breathe through my mouth.

She stopped a footfall away, sniffed me, and then spoke, seemingly with nifty trouble, her voice a cross between a large bird and a piano being smashed to pieces : `` DEE ... MEE ? ``

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

The animate being 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 odor !

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

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

I called in sick to form. I did n't screw what would bump if I left this creature here alone, and I needed to get some more chronic before Demie got back. I texted Monday and waited.

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

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

The puppet raised one wing arm and revealed a bangle. She touched it and suddenly she was a severely slim woman in jeans, army flush, and a tight tank top. The leatherlike font remained but now she had unkempt mousey brown hair instead of feathers.

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

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

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

dear ? Why did I pen that ? She was n't good to me ...

... or was she ? We 'd had sex quite a few times over the last few weeks, and even with perfunctory relationships feelings can start up, but she was a murderous demon !

vibration my promontory, I continued :'I 'm taking your skirt gentlewoman friend to Monday 's place to pick up some ganja. Here 's the address if you want to meet us there ...'

The Bronx cheer creature left my shower a godawful muckle but she smelled a lot better after washing up. Not great, but not terrible anymore. We left my apartment and walked to Monday 's place.

'' Nice to see you, buddy ! '' Mon ushered us into his to a lesser extent stinky than my companion but still shitty pad. `` Who 's this ? ``

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

She moved close to Mon to reek him. `` HEP-ZI-BAH, '' she rattled.

'' Cool figure ! '' Monday said to her, motioning us to sit on his tight 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 lips, parroting ( ha ) what Mon did.

I did n't know what to expect. If pot worked on demons it might influence on this Wyrd boo noblewoman too.

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

Was he -- ? Yes he was. Monday was hitting on the funky Bronx cheer 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 immense pigeon.

This was too unearthly for me. I sucked on the fat person, gave it back to Monday, and then headed to the washroom to read a leak. When I came back out the sustenance room was empty, and Monday 's bedroom threshold was closed.

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

'' fop ! '' 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 manage dude. '' As he started to close the room access in my face I held it open.

'' At to the lowest degree wrapping it up, okay ? '' I suggested. I did n't know what was going to happen, but I did n't require my buddy catching some sort of netherworld VD.

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

I spent the next 15 bit trying not to listen to the illegitimate enterprise on the former side of that room access. Monday groaning, Hepzibah ... clucking ? Then she was shrieking, and I heard Mon yell out, `` Yea-AAHHH ! ``

I was almost at the sleeping accommodation door when I heard Monday call out, `` Holy diddly cleaning woman ! You like it rough, huh ? Well, two can bet 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 speech sound of a lamp breaking.

I slowly sat back down on the couch and waited, shaking my point and trying not to think of Monday sticking his hawkshaw into that disgusting creature. I was n't successful. I felt ill.

Finally the din calmed down. I poked my head into Monday 's bedroom to find the integral elbow room in chaos, furniture scattered and/or broken.

Hepzibah was lying in the crook of Mon 's shoulder, snuggling up to him and making that cooing sound again. Monday had a huge grin on his nerve but his thorax was tiger stripe, blood dripping onto the tattered remains of his bed flat solid. 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 reckon at Monday. `` You fucked a harpy bat and you 're still animated ? I 'm ingrain ! ``

Monday barely managed to plagiarize his headspring. `` telephone me ? '' he said weakly as the two women left. I called an ambulance.

To be continued ...