This is a floor of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real lifespan, use a safety, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of less intimate diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 5 - Clucking netherworld ( MF, flimflam, magic, safe, viol )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A calendar week ago ...

Marsha Patterson walked along the park way of life, her poodle Mookie ahead on her leash, 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 discover anything incorrectly until Mookie started to bark. Marsha peered into the tree. There was a apparition there, definitely female.

'' Hello ? '' she offered. The shadow separated from the dark of the trees and Marsha could see the curved shape of an hourglass anatomy above the gait of a self-assured woman approaching her. Mookie barked louder, almost frenzied, moving in between her proprietor and the newcomer.

The strange cleaning woman stopped and looked at the poodle. Her center seemed to shine for a moment and the dog whimpered, cowering. Then the woman came closer, those glowing middle rising to touch Marsha's.

Marsha had never seen a more beautiful cleaning woman. She reminded her of someone but could n't station it. Her caput did n't seem to be working right. So beautiful ...

Mookie 's tether dropped to the dry land and the dog ran for her life, the image of a huge, slavering three-headed mastiff in her head. She heard her mistress gasp, the last strait she would ever make in this world, but the dog kept running.

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Today ...

police detective Dianna Shepherd sighed. Another weekend of going over the details of a series of missing persons cases with no real jumper lead when she should have been resting, or finding some hot charwoman to fuck ! She was so frustrated, on both sides.

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

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

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

My employment day went by slowly. Carrie passed my cell and almost looked like she was going to spill the beans to me, but then she continued on. Or did she have some business nearby and it was just my resource ? 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 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 Department of Energy for her to steal these days ?

Finally, 5 PM rolled around and I staggered out of the office. Demie was n't home 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 lives, unaware of the dangers, the terrors that Banker Man kept at bay.

Banker Man took another comfort of his cigarette. Bob Perkins felt like a superhero watching over the metropolis from the cap of his piece of work building. The confidential information whistled by, carrying the nicotine-laced smoke from his breath, scattering it like his dreams had when he started this job ; no, this career. He had been at it for over 8 years now ... clock time to start thought of it that way.

'' Got another, hun ? '' He quickly turned to detect a beautiful cleaning lady right behind him in a besotted business rig with a pencil doll. He had been alone seconds ago, and had n't heard the roof room access 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 pack and silver nil, the latter with a devilish face engraved into it. It had been a giving from his big chum when he took the job at first-class honours degree Bank, a none-too-subtle put-on. His parents were proud of their up-and-coming youngest son, but his blood brother was disappointed, hoping he would do something to make the Earth better, not make money just to make money. Bob had kept the igniter, determined to own the joke.

He gave a butt to his gorgeous associate, who had cat 's eye glasses and curly auburn fuzz, a spirit he was fond to, and tried to alight it for her. The wind blew it out instantly. He cupped his hand to try to keep the fire live, but it was no use. The tip had really picked up.

The woman pulled close and he breathed in her heady fragrance. His prick got laborious quickly. Then she touched the end of her fag to his and breathed in, lighting hers up.

After that she did n't pull away. She looked at him with amber eyes that seemed to burn, drawing him in. His back talk went quagmire and his fag fell. As she moved her cigarette aside he leaned in and kissed her.

Banker Man crumpled to the ground, a spirit of blissfulness on his dead expression. 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 livelihood room.

'Oh shit ,'I thought, 'Demie did n't kill someone here again, did she ?'I threw my gown on and dashed into the living room. No body, but the mephitis was terrible and there was ... something ... sitting on my couch.

feathering covered the ... woman ? Her munition seemed to also be wings, and those ended in filthy looking talons, as did her foundation. I could see boobs protruding out between her chest plumage, but the foetor kept me from admiring those. Her look was harsh, leathery. `` She looks like a hundred miles of bad road, '' my grandad would have said.

Her oral sex snapped around to await at me, and I paused, noticing hawk-like center and feral teeth. `` Umm ... can I help oneself you ? '' I said uncertainly.

The creature rose up onto her metrical unit and approached me with a lumbering gait. I could practically see the reek lines radiating from her, and did my best to hold still and breathe through my mouth.

She stopped a footfall away, sniffed me, and then spoke, seemingly with great difficulty, her voice a cross between a magnanimous bird and a forte-piano being smashed to composition : `` DEE ... MEE ? ``

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

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

'' okey ... '' 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 olfactory modality !

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

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

I called in sick to work. I did n't know 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.

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

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

The animate being raised one backstage arm and revealed a watchstrap. She touched it and suddenly she was a severely slim cleaning woman in blue jean, regular army thrill, and a fuddled armoured combat vehicle top. The leathery boldness remained but now she had unkempt mousy brown hair instead of feathers.

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

The brute got up from the lounge and breezed by me, heading into my bedchamber. 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 of hand : 'Dear Demie ...'

beloved ? Why did I drop a line that ? She was n't near to me ...

... or was she ? We 'd had sex quite a few fourth dimension over the close few weeks, and even with cursory relationships feelings can start up, but she was a homicidal demon !

Shaking my school principal, I continued :'I 'm taking your bird lady friend to Monday 's place to pick up some ganja. Here 's the address if you want to encounter us there ...'

The hoot wight left my shower a godawful muss but she smelled a lot better after washing up. Not groovy, but not terrible anymore. We left my flat and walked to Monday 's place.

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

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

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

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

Monday brought out a pre-made joint 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 lips, parroting ( ha ) what Mon did.

I did n't cognise what to have a bun in the oven. If pot worked on demons it might work on this unearthly wench lady too.

She coughed and then started hacking. Mon got up and patted her back, trying to avail. She dropped the roast 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 stinking hoot lady.

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

This was too Wyrd for me. I sucked on the fatty, gave it back to Monday, and then headed to the washroom to take a leak. When I came back out the living elbow room was discharge, and Monday 's bedroom door was closed.

Oh snake pit no ! I banged on the doorway until Monday 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 short too forcefully, `` But she 's not what you think ... ''

Mon looked over his shoulder at Hepzibah sitting on his bed. `` Do n't give care gallant. '' 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 live what was going to bechance, 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 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 room access when I heard Monday call out, `` Holy stool woman ! You like it rough, huh ? Well, two can play at that game ! '' Then I heard something hit the far paries, followed by a shriek 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 lounge and waited, shaking my point and trying not to call up of Monday sticking his dick into that yucky creature. I was n't successful. I felt ill.

Finally the ruckus calmed down. I poked my head word into Monday 's bedchamber to find the entire way in chaos, furniture scattered and/or broken.

Hepzibah was lying in the shepherd's crook of Mon 's shoulder, snuggling up to him and making that cooing sound again. Monday had a huge grin on his font but his breast was tiger striped, stemma dripping onto the tattered remains of his bed bed sheet. 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 friend a big hug.

Demie turned to seem at Mon. `` You fucked a hellcat and you 're still awake ? I 'm shanghai ! ``

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

To be continued ...