This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real liveliness, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, 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 30 - Jenny ( MF, caveat, cons, humil, conjuration, impreg ?, voy )

by Krosis of the Collective

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shoemaker's last Nox :

We drank the tea that Ron had made for my visit. I hated tea, but was n't going to let Ron know that. The guy had set out a nice spread, with some butter cookies, or biscuit, as he called them with his muddled, possibly British people idiom. We played some Rocket conference, and even though Ron owned the secret plan, he was horrendous at it.

I was about to ask Ron how long he 'd had the game, and then suddenly became dizzy. `` Oh dogshit ... '' I mumbled, and then everything went black.

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This good morning :

getting no reception to her bang, Demie twisted off the doorknob of apartment 1310 with an audible snap fastener and entered the room. Nobody was there.

She searched the condominium. As she opened one of the bedroom closet door, she swore under her breathing place, `` Fuck ! ``

A darkness miasm that seemed to take over the sparkle around it swirled there, large enough for individual to walk into. She had seen these before.

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I awoke naked and on my side of meat. I quickly lurched to my feet. I was in an animate being pen, outdoors, somewhere in the wilderness. I could see the sharpness of a timber nearby. The sky was blue, with some fluffy cloud, and it was warm. But it was winter now ! How could this be ?

'' Ah, thou art awake, mortal. Welcome to thy new home. ``

At Ron 's articulation, I turned. He was standing outside of the pen, wearing Renascence faire clothing, which matched his suddenly flowery spoken communication, and his ear now ended in a point. He was an elf ! fountainhead, no wonder he was so pretty. The only other elf I had met had been an unbelievably gorgeous woman, Anya. I found out later that she was actually titanium oxide, queen of the imp, husband of ...

... oh shit ...

'' Oberon, '' I said, my voice coming out more harshly than I intended.

'' thou hast the right of it, '' he replied, bowing. `` Oberon, Riley B King of the elves, and hubby of Titania, who I believe yard knowest ... intimately. '' He frowned at me.

'' facial expression ... Ron ... '' What was with my voice ? I could only seem to get a intelligence out at a time.

'' Cease your braying, '' Oberon said, and gestured. Another elf brought a naked, brown-haired charwoman through the ingress of the pen, led by a rope around her neck. The woman looked at me, uncertain, as the elf closed the logic gate behind her.

This was bizarre. I turned to the fencing and tried to wax over, but my hands slipped and could n't grip the wood. A legerdemain fence ?

I turned back, and the cleaning lady was there, sniffing at me. I could smell her now, too, and ... she smelled good. She was actually quite pretty, with a skillful wing ... I mean stern. I could feel my shaft head start to get hard. The woman 's nostrils flared as she sensed my excitement.

I knew that she was fat and cook. She turned from me, presenting her wing. Why did I hold on thinking that watchword ? I came up behind her and lay my stomach upon her back as I thrust, trying to get my cock inside her. After several attack, the head slipped between the folds of her pussy and we both moaned at the sensation. Soon I was thrusting into her.

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'' Welcome, demon. I had hoped that my changeling would get fooled thee for foresighted. ``

Demie stepped all the way through the whirlpool black gate. `` Babies are remarkably instinctive, magnate Oberon, and that fake Tom really has no staying superpower. ``

He turned to her. `` No attempt at subversive activity, then, using thy powers of contour manipulation ? ``

'' No compass point. Here in the sprite land you are all powerful ; you 'd do it right away. '' She stepped up to him, glancing toward the brute pen nearby. Something was happening in there, though she could n't make it out through the fence.

'' Just so, '' he replied. `` Come, I will take aim thee to thy lord. ``

Demie bit her natural language at that, but followed the fagot Martin Luther King to the pen. There she found two donkeys rutting. She froze, staring at the male donkey. `` Tom ? ! ``

Oberon spoke, `` The finale time my queen strayed, I transformed a human 's fountainhead to donkey. I have transfigured Tom entirely, though his senses still tell him that he is a man. I think I will hit him sire many foals. What dost yard think, demon ? ``

'' Your stateliness, Tom had no estimate that he was having recounting with your wife. She presented herself only as 'Anya'. He meant no disrespect. ``

He turned to her. `` Yet thou didst not 'fill him in'? ``

She looked down. `` Not until after. ``

He turned back to the Equus asinus, watching with grim satisfaction as the transformed Tom continued to do it the braying female person donkey.

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'' Yes ! Yes ! '' the fair sex cried as I continued to thrust into her. I felt her interior compact my cock in orgasm, setting off my own.

'' Unhh ! '' I groaned as my hot sperm jetted deep inside her. spurt after jet of my potent seminal fluid filled her fertile reproductive system.

As I lay upon her cover, I realized that my shaft was n't softening. I continued to thrust.

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Demie watched as Tom inseminated his donkey partner. Despite the billet, she felt a little turned on. It was so unbelievable. Too bad she did n't throw ...

Then she had an theme. `` King Oberon, where are Tom 's dress ? ``

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I fucked the woman for respective More minutes before I felt another sexual climax starting. As I started to cum inside her again, I suddenly felt myself growing smaller, or was she becoming bigger ? As I continued to spurt inside her, her body sprouted fur, her caput became elongated, and her haircloth became a mane ! The last of my cum spurted into her and then I fell backward onto my ass. She turned to look at me. She ... was a donkey !

'' Got it ! ``

I looked to where I had heard Demie 's vocalism. She was outside the fencing, pointing my earpiece 's camera toward me. Oberon craned his cervix as she did something to the sound and he smiled.

Then the fence disappeared and the female Equus asinus was led away. I sat there, confused, as Oberon and Demie walked up. She handed my phone to him. `` I 've turned off the surety so you can watch it anytime you want. ``

'' It is acceptable, '' Oberon replied, pocketing my phone. Demie helped me to my understructure and handed me my clothes. `` Demie has explained that yard didst not know Titania 's individuality when she did stain herself with thee. I have my retaliation now ... '' He patted his sac. `` ... you inseminating the jenny, and so K may goest. '' He gestured to the dark, swirling gateway in the distance.

'' William Le Baron Jenny ? '' I asked.

'' A female person donkey is called a jenny, '' the elven king replied matter-of-factly.

'' Oh. ``

As we got to the gateway, Oberon called out in Ron 's muddled accentuate representative, `` Shall I send you a MeTube connection, squire ? ``

I shook my head as we went back to my own world.

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I dressed in Ron 's flat before we went back to ours. I entered to find myself sitting on the sofa, looking surprised to see me.

'' Oh, '' the other me said. `` Um, '' I said in response.

'' He 's a idiot, '' Demie explained. `` A faerie creature with a throttle lifespan, given plenty late memory to be able to horse around friends and folk. ``

I went forward and had a closer looking. `` He does n't depend right. ``

'' You do n't take care rectify either, '' he responded in my voice as he examined my face.

Demie went into the bathroom and came back with a hand mirror. As she held it so that we could both see each other in it she said, `` And now ? ``

'' Oh ! '' we both said in unison. Of line ... we usually see ourselves up close in a mirror, so seeing our own face without one looked wrong.

'' Is he grievous ? '' I asked her as the other Tom and I continued examining one another.

She considered fake Tom. `` I told him not to move, and so there he sits. imbecile are only dangerous if you attack them. He thinks he 's you, and you 're not a red somebody. ``

I sat next to him on the sofa. `` You know, I always wanted a brother. ``

'' Me too, '' he said. `` I mean, you do, so I do too. ``

'' poise. You up for some Diablo III ? ``

'' ass yeah ! '' Then he thought for a moment. `` But which of us gets to play our thaumaturgist reference ? ``

As I grabbed the Xbox One controllers I replied, `` We 'll start two new fibre. ``

'' Dibs on Goth ! '' we both said at once.

'' Rock, Paper, Scissors for it ? '' he asked.

We played. Both rock. Then both paper. Then both tilt again. Then both scissors.

'' Maybe turn over dice ? '' I suggested.

Demie rolled her eyes. `` doG, now there are two wonk. ``

To be continued ...