This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In actual life, use a prophylactic, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all kind of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dunk his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 5 - Clucking Hell ( MF, gyp, conjuration, safe, 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 leash, sniffing at this and that. Marsha was up early, getting her bit of utilization before heading to bring. nobody else was up so she had the green to herself. The sun was just beginning to come out on the horizon.

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

'' hello ? '' she offered. The shadow separated from the wickedness of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and Marsha could see the curvature of an hourglass figure above the gait of a self-confident charwoman approaching her. Mookie barked louder, almost delirious, moving in between her possessor and the newcomer.

The strange charwoman stopped and looked at the poodle. Her eyes seemed to glow for a moment 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 woman. 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 leash dropped to the ground and the dog ran for her aliveness, the persona of a huge, slavering three-headed mastiff in her question. She heard her mistress pant, the last sound she would ever cook in this existence, but the dog kept running.

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Today ...

investigator Dianna Shepherd sighed. Another weekend of going over the particular of a series of missing individual type with no real lead when she should have been resting, or finding some hot woman to fuck ! She was so disappointed, on both sides.

She looked at the photo of Marsha Patterson. Early 1940s, not bad to expect 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 baby prank had just about given me a heart onslaught, leaving me to doze fitfully until I had to get up for oeuvre. Ugh, Monday again ( the day, not my buddy Monday ).

My oeuvre day went by slowly. Carrie passed my carrell and almost looked like she was going to talk to me, but then she continued on. Or did she have some business organization nearby and it was just my vision ? 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 require 18 hr 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 slip 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 urban center -- his city. Below, the minuscule people went about their daily liveliness, unaware of the risk, the terrors that Banker Man kept at bay.

Banker Man took another ottoman of his cigarette. Bob Perkins felt like a superhero watching over the city from the roof of his oeuvre building. The fart whistled by, carrying the nicotine-laced smoke from his breathing time, 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 start thinking of it that way.

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

The woman pointed at the cigaret in his hand, waggling her eyebrow questioningly.

He shoved the cig in his mouthpiece and quickly fished out his pack and silver Zippo, the latter with a mephistophelian face engraved into it. It had been a natural endowment from his big brother when he took the job at First Bank, a none-too-subtle gag. His parents were proud of their energetic untried son, but his brother was disappointed, hoping he would do something to pass water the reality better, not make money just to piddle money. Bob had kept the lighter, determined to own the joke.

He gave a coffin nail to his gorgeous fellow traveller, who had cat 's eye glasses and curly auburn hair's-breadth, a look he was partial to, and tried to light it for her. The wind blew it out instantly. He cupped his hand to try to celebrate the flaming alive, but it was no use. The wind had really picked up.

The cleaning woman pulled close and he breathed in her heady aroma. His shaft got unvoiced quickly. Then she touched the end of her butt 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 glow, drawing him in. His mouthpiece went drop-off and his cigarette fell. As she moved her cigarette aside he leaned in and kissed her.

Banker Man crumpled to the basis, a looking at of bliss on his beat aspect. 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 awful mephitis, making my poke wrinkle as I sat up. What was that ? It seemed to be coming from the sustenance room.

'Oh crap ,'I thought, 'Demie did n't stamp out mortal here again, did she ?'I threw my robe on and dashed into the living elbow room. No body, but the stench was terrible and there was ... something ... sitting on my couch.

plumage covered the ... cleaning lady ? Her arms seemed to also be fender, and those ended in tight looking talons, as did her feet. I could see boobs protruding out between her chest feathers, but the foetor kept me from admiring those. Her font was harsh, leathery. `` She looks like a century miles of bad road, '' my gramps would let said.

Her head snapped around to count at me, and I paused, noticing hawk-like oculus and feral tooth. `` Umm ... can I avail you ? '' I said uncertainly.

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

She stopped a footfall away, sniffed me, and then spoke, seemingly with great difficulty, her voice a hybrid between a vauntingly fowl and a forte-piano being smashed to opus : `` DEE ... MEE ? ``

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

The creature jumped and flopped back onto the couch. Crossing her wing limb, 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 smell !

'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 ! Fuck !

I called in sick to work. I did n't love what would befall if I left this creature 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 form like Demie ? You have to come with me to get something she wants, and you ca n't go alfresco like that. ``

The puppet raised one wing arm and revealed a bangle. She touched it and suddenly she was a severely melt off adult female in jeans, army boots, and a pixilated tankful top. The leathery typeface remained but now she had unkempt mousey brown hair instead of feathers.

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

The fauna got up from the couch and breezed by me, heading into my bedchamber. I heard her mutter, `` 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 save that ? She was n't dear to me ...

... or was she ? We 'd had sex quite a few fourth dimension over the last few weeks, and even with casual relationships flavor can protrude up, but she was a murderous demon !

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

The shuttle creature left my shower a godawful raft 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 ! '' Monday ushered us into his lupus erythematosus stinky than my companion but still ill-smelling pad. `` Who 's this ? ``

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

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

'' sang-froid name ! '' Monday said to her, motioning us to sit on his nasty couch.

Monday brought out a pre-made spliff 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 know what to ask. If pot worked on ogre it might form on this weird wench lady too.

She coughed and then started hacking. Mon got up and patted her back, trying to avail. She dropped the spliff and I grabbed it before she got burned. Mon sat on the cast following to Hepzibah, his arm still around her back.

Was he -- ? Yes he was. Monday was hitting on the foetid bird 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 immense pigeon.

This was too Wyrd for me. I sucked on the fatty, gave it back to Monday, and then headed to the washroom to consume a outflow. When I came back out the sustenance room was vacate, and Mon 's bedroom door was closed.

Oh HELL no ! I banged on the threshold until Mon 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 trivial too forcefully, `` But she 's not what you think ... ''

Monday looked over his shoulder at Hepzibah sitting on his bed. `` Do n't give care sheik. '' As he started to close down the door in my face I held it open.

'' At least wrap it up, okay ? '' I suggested. I did n't jazz what was going to fall out, 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 racket on the other side of that door. Monday groaning, Hepzibah ... clucking ? Then she was shrieking, and I heard Monday yell out, `` Yea-AAHHH ! ``

I was almost at the bedroom door when I heard Mon call out, `` sanctum shit woman ! You like it rough, huh ? Well, two can work at that game ! '' Then I heard something hit the far rampart, followed by a shriek 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 think of Monday sticking his dick into that sicken animal. I was n't successful. I felt ill.

Finally the ruction calmed down. I poked my chief into Monday 's bedroom to retrieve the entire way in chaos, furniture scattered and/or broken.

Hepzibah was lying in the outlaw of Monday 's articulatio humeri, snuggling up to him and making that cooing sound again. Monday had a immense smile on his nerve but his chest was tiger denude, blood dripping onto the tatterdemalion remains of his bed plane. 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 take care at Mon. `` You fucked a harpy and you 're still alive ? I 'm instill ! ``

Mon barely managed to lift his brain. `` hollo me ? '' he said weakly as the two women left. I called an ambulance.

To be continued ...