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This is a study of erotic adventure fiction, containing furry, anthropomorphic animals with homo intelligence having sex with our human hero sandwich. If this isn't for you, delight translate my early stories.

All characters, furry or otherwise, are over eighteen.

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After leaving Clair, dumfounded in bed at midnight, Tom ran along the cliff course towards Mermaid's Cove. With it being so late he didn't have to worry about police chief Brown or his married woman seeing him. Although, it would have got been hard to convince them, that he wasn't going against the top dog's wishes and leaving the confines of the village.

Even after all his walking, as he tried to run, his bang felt like lead, then something clicked inside and vigour ran through him. Whether it was cat or dog nanobots in his lineage stream pickings over, he didn't concern, but he sped up. Sometimes he dropped from his two legs onto all foursome with his hired hand, scampering along the ground, which seemed more natural and definitely quicker.

Soon he reached the area above the cove and he easily jumped over the fallen tree to walk down the way to the cove below. The cove was evacuate, but Tom continued down the steps, cut into the cliff to reach the beach. His cat's eye vision cut in, to founder him a perfect view of the area. In the moonshine, he could have read a rule book, but he couldn't see any signboard of Pisces the Fishes, the mermaid princess.

He looked out seaward through the constringe inlet and note riffle on the water system, funnelling towards the beach. He walked down to converge the peak of the ripples as Pisces, raised her principal above the weewee with an pressing look on her face.

"Where've you been Tom ? I've been waiting ?"

"I'm sorry. I do n't bear a wristwatch, let alone a moonshine watch."

"airstrip off, quickly ..."

"What ? No chatting, no foreplay, just straight into sex ?"

"No, shush. Something is happening further along the sea-coast. You need to strip off to float with me, so we can see what is happening."

Tom untied his bootlaces and removed his clothes, as he asked,"Like what ?"

"I was sitting here waiting, then heard motors, like a sportfishing boat, but they wouldn't be out this late."

"I can't hear anything ?"

"Under the water, silly. You need to be unruffled, as our voices will stock over the water, once we are out beyond the John Rock of the inlet."

Tom stepped out of his boxers and threw them and his jersey further up the beach to reach his iron boot, as he was already stepping into the piss. Initially, he resisted entering the common cold water. Pisces eyed him up and down. Pleased at what she saw, not just between his legs, but also the gold Ernst Boris Chain necklace, still around his neck opening with the shell whistle her father had awarded him.

Pisces beckoned him to join her, looking as lovely as the first time they met. Her long mordant hair trailed down over her articulatio humeri, barely hiding her rich naked breasts. Her gamey rubbery skin matched the moonlit pee as she slipped further out, now frustrated, still beckoning him to go deeper.

Once thigh-deep, Tom held his breath and took the dip. The initial frigidity was n't so bad and he followed Pisces out. At first, his breaststroke could barely keep her in flock, but he remembered how she swam, butterfly stroke style with her arms trailing behind her and kicking with her tail. He mimicked her behind movements with his two pegleg, finding more power than individual kicks.

His cat's eye Nox vision worked as well below piss as above, so he could follow Pisces, as she continued to swim underwater. Tom's continual external respiration hampered him, but the further they swam, the wanton it became. He could melt off the phone number of breaths he needed and yet he could swim faster.

Mermaid's cove was well behind them as Pisces the Fishes swam in close to a large rock holding onto the seaweed clinging to the rock. Tom swam in close-fitting enough for them to concern, her blue rubbery skin sending ripples of turmoil through him. Fish pointed to a dark area beyond the rocks.

Tom's eyes adjusted, and he could see a flat gumshoe dingy moving along the cliff. The dingy carried three dark shadowy build. The dingy disappeared between two rocks and Pisces kicked off the rock-and-roll to follow it. Tom caught up with her at another John Rock, but this time he could rest his knees on the bottom.

Looking over the rock, he recognised the beach with the ruined, overgrown fisherdogs theater that he and Becky had been at earliest that day, or was it now yesterday ?. On the beach was the unmistakable felid, white-furred form of Balthasar, the small town bureaucrat.

Two of the digit jumped out of the dingy to rive it up onto the beach and then the third got out. The 3rd glowering figure was large and stocky, wearing a hooded gown, alike to a monk, but the other two pulled their thug off to search around, looking for any attestor. Pisces gasped in obvious realization of the two bare-headed beast looking like boastfully weasels.

The Monk walked up the beach to Balthazar, leaving the two weasels at the dingy. Balthazar and the monk met and talked for a period. Balthazar then showed the monastic the inclination Tom had given him earlier that evening. The monk pulled his hood off to scan the list, exposing his caput, with two white stripes.

Pisces the Fishes grabbed Tom, holding him tightly as this was obviously the badger Brock, the literary pirate. He read the list, laughed, and then read it again. He shook his promontory and laughed, loud enough for Tom and Pisces to hear him clearly.

"This list of equipment shows that they know goose egg. Give them what they want, as they will memorize nothing. I have someone coming who will put a catch to this,"said Brock, his voice replete of menace and guttural.

He handed Balthazar the list back, and they continued to talk at length, in low voices, which Tom couldn't hear clearly. Afterwards, Brock pulled his hood up and returned to the dingy, sitting in it as the two weasels pushed it out, keeping their boss dry but whilst getting their infantry wet.

Balthasar disappeared into the underbrush, not following the coastal path but going straight inland. The dingy and its occupants turned and headed out. kind of than swimming out, Pisces pushed Tom's headway beneath the piddle and they both watched the dingy pass them by from underneath the surface.

When Tom and Pisces the Fishes raised their nose above the urine, Tom didn't need to gasp in a breath of air, despite being subaqueous for multiple Mississippi enumeration. They watched the raunchy move along the coast, but rather than heading directly out to sea, it headed for a low, farseeing rectangular unnatural looking rock.

"I don't recognise that rock,"Pisces whispered to Tom, in a barely audible voice.

The three figures stepped off the dingy onto the rock. Brock disappeared into the rock as if he were going down a ladder. The two weasels pulled the dingy onto the sway, working their way around the deflating dingy as they flattened and folded it up, rolling it into a caries in the rock.

The pair lifted a hinged covering over the begrimed cavity. Then, like closing a holiday suitcase, the one stood on the door, as the other pulled heavy catches to secure it. The two weasels sank down the stairway into the rock. The dark rectangular John Rock moved away and then submerged.

"It's a submarine !"Tom stated the obvious."That can't be cheap, so there is big money behind this and Balthazar must be taking some of it."

Pisces the Fishes pulled him back underwater, so they could both get a line an electric hum and faint swish of the propeller. Hearing it recede into the length, they both returned to the surface.

"That's the sound I heard earlier whilst waiting for you,"Pisces the Fishes explained once they resurfaced."The two weasels are Brock's henchmen. They're the ones who tied me into the crab pot and left me to die."

Tom then explained what he and Becky had discovered that afternoon. Making this the bit prison term in two days, Balthazar must have met the group on the beach in this way. Although the perfume aroma was not portray tonight. They would have to keep an eye out for the somebody, Brock warned he was sending ‘ To put a stop to it'...

Fish asked about the substance of the box they had recovered from Tor Rock. Tom explained his concerns about the Institute for Genetic Control and potential bulwark feeding Brock genetic material and nanobots. He explained his plan, with Lucy, putz and the cottage, also about Saint Peter's possession of the expect testing equipment.

Pisces was excited about the implications with her intellect racing with the data. Tom then added the frosting on the patty. Lucy's false equipment leaning that Tom had given to Balthazar, who they had just witnessed, showing it to Brock for vital inspection.

"At the consequence, Pisces the Fishes, you and I are the only mass who know all the composition of the puzzle. Becky, Lucy, Peter, and even Captain Brown only know portions of the puzzle, which will help hold on them safety. You need to keep your father appraised, so if anything were to befall to either of us, he will also know."

"I'm gladiolus you know you can confide me."

'' After saving you and us witnessing that clandestine meeting tonight. I think I can trust you more than than anyone else at the moment. ``

Pisces grinned at Tom.

"Come on, now you're in the water we can savour a honorable swim."

She dived underwater and swam off. Tom could easily follow her with his cat's eyes doing their job and now he found he could easily keep up with her. Maybe these nano-bots had improved his lung and heftiness efficiency, he thought. He had comfortably adjusted to swimming using both legs together, feeling it more efficient. He found it odd that with this dissimilar utilization, his branch itched rather than ached.

Pisces enjoyed leading him a merry dance, twisting every which way to drop off him, as Tom chased her. Before he knew it, Pisces was sitting above the very pubic louse pot they'd incarcerated her in. This fourth dimension, rather than gasping for air, Tom could loose and unite her with air in his lungs to spare.

Tom struggled to sit aboard Pisces. As he tried to bring his one leg round of drinks, he found his legs constrained together. He turned to attend and overbalanced, falling into the pubic louse pot, hearing Fish laugh. Tom 's legs were now a single tooshie. Not a shining fishtail covered in scales like Pisces, but a single opaque mucous membrane.

At the end of his tail, it also conjoined his infantry with a crude exclusive fin. He struggled with this new concept as Pisces chuckled at his discovery.

"I think those nano-bots of mine are now inside you and doing their job. Do n't panic, freshwater will dissolve your tail, just as it did mine that afternoon in Mermaid Cove. ``

Tom tried to talk back, but all he could do was repress the air in his lungs as he blew bubbles. Pisces, realising his dilemma, pointed up to the surface and headed upwards. Tom overcame his asymmetry and joined her in a backwash to the air above. As they broke the aerofoil, they both laughed, Tom in shock and Fish enjoying his discomfort.

"You never warned me ?"Tom exclaimed.

"I didn't know. I'm not a geneticist, but when we first swam out, I realised when I saw the mucous secretion forming. You 're quite an excellent swimmer and your ventilation is far better. ''

Pisces looked thoughtful, with her helping hand brushing Tom 's hair away from his capitulum.

'' Hmm, no gills ... Yet. Maybe if you stay long enough, you 'll spend a penny a handsome merman. ''

Tom found tread lachrymation with a tail, not as well-fixed as with two wooden leg, but soon got the knack. Then a fear passed through his mind.

"Er, what about ... You know ?"He said, nodding down to his crotch below the water.

Pisces smiled and sank below the moving ridge, as Tom felt her hands slide down his trunk and the one move around his genitals. Her finger's breadth found his growing member and stroked it through the membrane, teasing it larger. His manhood was now pressing from inside the membrane for release. She gripped his ray of light through the cocktail dress. With a crisp twist of her fingernails, created a twat for him to slip out of.

Her other hand reached around, stroking Tom 's cheeks, her fingers teasing down his buttock crevice. Her finger's breadth pressed on the membrane, pulling his cheeks in, suddenly breaking through to find his rear entrance, causing Tom to throb.

Tom felt the warmth of Pisces'backtalk engulf his shaft. She licked and suck on it. Her digit now entered his rear, not deeply, but far enough to rouse him further. Pisces's manipulation distracted Tom, who forgot to retain treading water, and he dropped below the waves. Rather than coughing or spluttering, Tom felt quite at ease and pulled Pisces up for them to kiss.

"How hungry do you feel, Tom ?"Pisces the Fishes asked.

Now Tom realised he was famished. He hadn't eaten since early the previous evening and it must be early first light. Rather than nodding, he instinctively spoke and once Sir Thomas More, an eruption of emanate bubble exited his mouth. They both lifted themselves above sea level, Pisces laughing again.

"How come you can verbalise below H2O and I can't ?"Tom asked, frustrated.

"Because you're still breathing air. Once submerged, I use my lamella so I do n't use my song cords to speak. If I used my submersed vocalization above water, all you would pick up is screeching. Once your nano-bots sort out gill, then maybe you can learn."

"I suppose that is something for another day, but yes, I am starving."

Tom was n't certainly if he wanted the nanobots to change him that much. At least his tail will ` wash'off in fresh water. He found the mind of being a idiot mermaid exciting and offering him new uncovering in the future.

"Come on, we'll go to a profoundly kelp wood for some snacks."

Pisces led the way, swimming off along the coast, with Tom following close behind. She led him further out to sea, with the pair enjoying swimming together. Tom tried emulating her swim techniques and found his shape tail and fin were helping, enabling him to keep with her twirl and turns.

They remained just beneath the waves as they swam. The moonlight filtering down through the wave flickered and twinkled off Pisces the Fishes, exaggerating her body human body as she flowed through the ocean. Tom grew more than and more excited as he admired her torso, rather than focusing on technique.

Fish turned to bask Tom's eyes on her. She coiled around to adjoin him in an bosom, bringing him up to the surface.

"I love the way you watch me ... Your center excite me, knowing you want me."

Pisces smiled and winked at him, then looked down at where Tom's stomach was hidden beneath the surface, as it gurgled and groaned, confirming its emptiness.

"I think I need to eat first, hearing that is hardly erotic."

Pisces giggled and dived back beneath the waves, with Tom hot on her tail fin. After a legal brief swimming close to the surface, she dived deeper into darker depths. Tom felt the easy velvet kelp before he noticed it around them. Flashes of Pisces ahead of him guided him deeper to the sandy bottom.

Fish flicked her body as she snatched behind a kelp strand, to produce a cerise flatfish that was slightly magnanimous than her small hand that held it. She reached her spare hand up to a decorative shell in her whisker and withdrew a lowly penetrative knife that deftly dispatched the fish.

She pointed at the fish and held up four fingers, then returned to her search. Tom remained within sight of her as he also searched. Despite seeing a few, he just could n't catch them as they sped off, guessing his intentions.

Feeling a slap on his bum, or at least where it was, inside his tail, he turned. Pisces the Fishes hovered behind him, holding four fish in triumph. She pointed for him to take after her and they followed a bumpy base, then up a rock drop-off, to the surface.

They swam around until, with a motion-picture show of her tail, Fish landed to sit on a convenient rock ledge. It took Tom three endeavour to just land on the same edge and pull himself back, to sit alongside her as she laughed at his lack of agility.

Looking around, rather than being on a cliff, they were on a diminutive, rocky island, surrounded by the sea, with no commonwealth in sight. Using her hairsbreadth shell's knife, she filleted a Pisces the Fishes and handed Tom slices.

"We must have swum international mile out to sea."

"No, not far, the cliffs around mermaid cove are just on the skyline there."

Pisces pointed due north, with Tom noticing a very slight brightening to the Orient. Pisces then pointed to the left.

"Dogwatch cove is just there, maybe too far for you to swim on an empty stomach."

Now knowing where to look, Tom could just pull in out the wickedness drop-off against the night sky on the visible horizon. Tom's abdomen growled, as if on cue, causing them both to laughter. It surprised Tom at how Nice the raw fish tasted, as Pisces shared her stop with him.

"I think you need to share what we have discovered tonight with Edgar."

"I don't know Pisces ... I don't seem to be in his practiced books."

'' Ignore your feelings, Tom. It 's for the good of everyone. Edgar has always had the Village and Mer mass's wellbeing at heart. Becky would receive already told him you suspect Balthasar's meeting with Brock and now we have witnessed it. He needs to have a go at it, so he can make up one's mind on what to do"

"Okay, maybe I should ... I don't call back seeing this island when out on the boat with Edgar before."

"It's only an island at low tide and barely a rock music at highschool tide, it's easily missed. We've tempest coming in the next few Clarence Day and the sway will barely be visible."

"Will that affect the herring ? The fisherdogs are relying on them."

"Oh yes. We've already warned Edgar. The herring will ride out deep and may even not run at all. They usually like to run along the disconnect flow that circles U.K., but not in storms."

'' Ah, we have the same in our humankind, the gulf Stream, that is. I do n't know about the herring though. Is that why the sea feels warmer tonight ? ``

"Yes, out here, we are in a thick body of water, so it holds the temperature better than inshore. Your consistence's nanobots must also avail, because any defenseless man out here would be shivering by now."

Tom had forgotten he was technically naked out here, sitting on low temperature, wet rocks. He kicked his tail in the pee, enjoying the benefits of this reality's high-tech nanobots. Never in a million years would he feature ever thought he would one day be sitting, sharing a midnight snack, with a mermaid, with his own bottom in the water.

Once she finished her last bite of Fish, Pisces slipped into the water system, sweeping water across the rocks, allowing the fish remains to lave away. She hovered just a few m away, waiting for Tom to link her.

"cum on Tom, I want those hungry eyes of yours to gratify me now."

She flipped and dived under the water, her tail assembly flicking high in the air to splash Tom. He shouted in protest and half fell, half jumped, to observe her. She had a leash on him and, whilst he soon caught up ; he was sure as shooting she had slowed up to give him a chance.

He loved chasing her silvery, dingy soundbox that flicked and twisted through the water as she made the most of her three-dimensional world. Unlike playing with young woman in the playground, that could only wrench left or mightily, Fish could dive or climb, whilst also twisting left or right.

Maybe Pisces planned it, but Tom quickly worked out a convention to her manoeuvres. Like a chasing fighter planing machine, he anticipated her next flick downwards and was already there waiting for her, catching her tail in his arms.

Her potent tail kicked and flicked, trying to issue herself, but in the end, she twisted back daily round to wrestle him into an embracing. As their tongues sought superiority, Tom brought them both to the surface, giggling and laughing whilst holding her in a blotto grip.

Pisces the Fishes breasts pressed against his chest and she squeezed his ass clad buttocks, thrusting her rose hip into his extrusion hidden inside the pouch in his bum that was now fighting to escape. Tom moved his custody to her coxa. Now she was no longer fighting to escape.

Pisces leaned her head back to jerk her wet hair behind her, giving Tom a perfect, unhindered vista of her breasts. He lifted her higher out of the water to snog and blow her one boob, causing her to chortle in joy. Her men pushed onto Tom 's articulatio humeri as he switched to her indorse breast for her to oink and run her hired man through his hair.

Tom lowered her to kiss her on the mouth again and suck on her mouth. Fish script reached down and with a moving-picture show of her wrist, pulled his ray of light out of its pocket. She dropped beneath the dark aerofoil for Tom to experience the heat of her mouth envelope him, sucking and licking him.

Her mouth left him, but her deal clasped his lance, her head emerging with her smiling and kissing him. He felt her guide him close to her and guide his shaft into her. Her fingerbreadth worked him through a fish shell flutter, then in a swift flick, she rose a few inches up to drop curtain and she engulfed him inside her warm body.

"You'll need to go on poke. This isn't like on the beach. We need to float together, but you need to be the guide."

She hadn't convinced Tom, as he remembering their finale disappointment on the beach with her rump. He gave a little picture and felt him ride deeper into Pisces the Fishes. This was better than previous. Taking a breathing space, they ducked beneath the waves and the yoke glided along, with Tom giving pulsing thrusts into Pisces the Fishes as she grinned back at him.

Pisces only needed minor adjustments to their soundbox 's trim, to cause them to twist and turn whilst they remained engaged. Tom found this far more satisfying than before. More erotic than just grinding hip on a stationary bed. Their two trunk, locked together working in submerged harmony.

Pisces gripped Tom and bobbed up and down on his light beam as he kept steering them through a three-dimensional terpsichore, both upping the tempo of their making love. This was more subtle and erotic than his late sexual experience and in one bubbled pant, Tom remembered he still needed to breathe.

Bursting to the surface, Tom sucked in a bass intimation as he laughed in disco biscuit, with Pisces shaking her head, flicking her hair as she squealed in joy.

"Holy cow, Fish, this is so sexy ... erotic beyond amount ... Our bodies are one ... I love it."

'' No talking, take a deep breathing space, '' Pisces commanded, on the edge of her orgasm.

No soon as Tom had closed his backtalk at the end of his deepest breath, she pulled him back underwater to keep their submerged concert dance. Once Thomas More, it only took minor accommodation to their physical structure pattern to enable them to motivate their dead body whilst still thrusting into each other.

With the both of them holding each early's waists, Tom leaned back to watch Pisces's breasts flow in the water, almost floating in the fluid as their body jerked together. Pisces's optic remained transfixed on Tom as they thrust their hips together.

The duad continued their sexual ballet. Tom had to adjust his common technique, with them both effectively having their legs bound inside their tails. Feeling Pisces tightly wrapped around his ray, his fervor grew. It felt unknown for Tom, as he missed being between a pair of second joint and having legs wrapped around him.

Pisces's body tensed up as her orgasm fell upon her. She gave quick flicks of her tail as she arched her back whilst she screeched like a mahimahi in the water. Tom had to hold back thrusting with his tail and compensate with his body to proceed them engaged.

Fish orgasm acted like a gun trigger of sacking for Tom. With her body tightening its grip on his shaft, he exploded inside her, filling her with his warmth. The distich gripped each former in a tight, thrusting embrace, floating in the ocean.

Tom sucked in a mouthful of urine before he realised they were both still submerged. He released his hold on Pisces to frivol away to the surface spluttering and coughing, breathing in lung fulls of air. Pisces surfaced with goodwill, a little space away, smiling and laughing at his discomfort.

With his lungs cleared, Tom swam over to Pisces to hug and buss her, now more victimized to keeping their tail side of meat on to each other, so they can swish independently. Seeing the cliffs of Mermaid Cove now closer, he also realised that the sky in the east was getting lighter.

"Wow, Pisces, that was ... Lovely and different. But I need to render to get some eternal sleep and help pussycat. They are due more visitors today and I'll never have prison term to drop off this tail and sleep."

"Maybe we'll try something else next time ... Don't worry, I can observe something that will help you with avoiding sleep. semen on, we'll get back to Mermaid's Cove."

Tom swam with Pisces, the moon no longer dancing its ray of light off her as the sky brightened. As they passed over Fish batting cage, that remained sat at depth. Pisces dove, searching the rocky crevices, picking at various seaweed piece before they swam on.

As they reached the shallow, Tom made his way to the freshwater flow running down the beach, seeing his iron heel and clothes still scattered, haphazard but dry. Tom flipped and flopped up into the colder stream as Pisces laughed at his antics.

seance in the puddle they had made for Pisces the Fishes the last time they were on the beach. Pisces remained pull in of the fresh water, sitting at the water 's edge, watching him squelch water over himself. Despite the two chatting as Tom washed piss over himself, he got frustrated as it seemed to carry a foresighted time for his legs to release from his tail.

"It's okay. You just bear to be patient."

"I don't want to let Kitty down, and now I feel the need to pass on our information to Edgar ... Er, I mean Top Dog Captain Brown, sooner rather than later."

Tom didn't know why, but, like when he saved Pisces, he had felt a strong sense of duty towards the top dog, whether doing as he commanded or to fade their discovery. Were these nanobots passing on a multitude mindset to him ?

Looking out to the narrow recess, he saw a fellow pair of SEAL bobbing up and down.

"Hey, there's summerset and Flop."

Fish followed his eyes to see the sealing wax, then asked,"flip & Flop ?"

"Well, I don't know their names, so I made some up, but they were the 1 who were here the first time."

"Yes, they 're the Same ones. Dad has made them my unofficial security measure and to be with me at all times."

"Have they been with us all Nox ?"

The two seals nodded and squealed in what seemed like laughter.

"Er, yes."

Tom looked at them, blushing, jokingly asked,"So how was my performance ?"

The one produced a fin out of the body of water and wobbled it in a ` so, so'motion. The pair then laughed again and ducked under the water.

Pisces laughed,"Ignore them, you did absolutely fine."

'' So, will they report back to your dad ? ``

'' Do n't worry, he 'll be okay. He would be more insulted if you did n't. Having the local anesthetic super sex toy snub his girl, whilst Sarah, kitty, Becky and possibly the kittens are acceptable. ``

"Whaaat ? You know about them all ?"

'' fountainhead, Sarah was obvious, as was pool. Becky was seen leaving the pub that one tardily Night, then our watchers heard Becky howling yesterday after they saw you with her. We all know the kitty'report, so they are a given, as we 've never seen them visit kitty-cat 's so often, late at nighttime. ''

Tom blushed, to bear Fish reassure him,"Don't concern, you humans can be so prudish when it comes to sex."

It relieved Tom to feel the shudder of the flow leak across his peg. Looking down, he saw his hindquarters had dulled to a translucent grey, and it now felt morass around his legs. He kicked harder and pulled at his disintegrating tooshie fin.

"There you go, it's almost there, and you'll be free soon."

Tom wriggled more, like kicking a sleeping bag off, and he felt his soundbox slide inside the empennage. With some final thrill, and tugboat at the now lose outer skin, the tail broke into rags, freeing his branch. Now able to stand, Tom wiped his legs, flicking off the cobbler's last leftover of his tail from him.

"haw-haw, I'm not sure whether or not I prefer you with a tail."

Tom felt the early morning chill on his wet consistency and tiptoed across the pebbles to his thrown-away clothes. Pulling on his boxers and T-shirt to warm up, he picked up his shortstop and boots to sit near Pisces. He now felt fatigue duty weirdy over him as he pulled on his shorts, socks, and boots.

"The night has caught up with you ?"Pisces asked, looking wear herself.

"Yes, I don't know how I'm going to bring off today. I don't want to let Kitty down, now they're busy."



"That's okay, when you feel tired, suck on one of these."

Pisces pointed at the six seaweed fuel pod she had collected earlier and laid out on a rock to dry.

'' Shark eggs ? '' Tom asked, being the figure they had given them when he was younger.

"No, just seaweed pods. Suck on one at a meter, don't snack on them or chew. Only take one at a time, as they are stronger than your caffeine and will end longer. Don't take too many, or you won't be able to sleep for a week."

Pisces scooped up the seaweed seedpod and handed them to Tom, who put them in his pouch. He looked at the sky again, guessing it could be four or five o'clock.

'' It 's four-thirty. Edgar will be having breakfast soon. hitch him now as Margaret may also chip in you breakfast and you'll be able to warm up."

Even with his T-shirt on, Tom could finger the early morning pall, with the offshore walkover and with his wearing apparel a little damp he needed warming up. He felt a short guilty, having sex and then running off. Pisces saw the expression on his face.

"Don't feel shamefaced Tom, you go. Mermaids don't body of work that way, well, not until they want a pod of their own. You go, we'll sports meeting again, don't worry."

Tom stepped over to Fish, squat down to hug and kiss her goodbye. She shuffled backwards on her tail into abstruse water as Tom walked to the steps cut into the cliff. The high-pitched Tom climbed up the whole step, the wearier he felt, so he popped one of the seaweed seedpod into his back talk. Initially, it tasted salty and quite repellant. The more he sucked and rolled it around with his tongue, bouquet filled his mouth.

At the top of the cliff, Tom turned to calculate back. Fish watched him as she bobbed in the urine, flanked by Flip and floating-point operation. She waved, and all three dived, with a swish of their seat, as they disappeared beneath the dark waves. He walked up to join the path and headed to Captain Brown's house.

With the sun still beneath the horizon, the houses in the small town were still in the shade. Lights were on in some of the cottage windows, and the beach was unusually empty of any fisherdogs.

Tom stood at Captain Brown's front door with his hand on the door knocker, pausing in apprehension as he gathered his nerve. Before he could chicken out, he rapped on the door twice. After a while, as he was about to knock again, he heard voices and the threshold opened. Margaret, the top dog 's spaniel like, canine wife, stood there, surprised to see him.

"Er ... Hi ... dawning, I need to see headwaiter Brown."

"Tom ? What on earthly concern are you doing here ? semen in."

Margaret led Tom through the mansion to the kitchen at the rear, where they joined the maitre d'hotel, sitting at a table with a mug of tea. Captain Brown, the alsatian like canine, looked every bit the settlement's top dog, even over breakfast.

"Tom, do you require a mug of tea ? Have you had any breakfast ?"

"Oh please, I'm famished. Thanks."

Margaret went to the teapot, and chieftain Robert Brown indicated for Tom to sit opposite him.

"So what brings you here this early in the morning ?"

"Ah ... Well ... Did Becky tell apart you what we discovered at the beach yesterday ?"

Captain John Brown nodded, but did n't tender his feeling. Tom was n't sure now about coming clean with what they witnessed earlier.

'' Just after midnight, I saw Balthazar meet with Brock at that beach. Not only did the talking, but he also handed Brock the list of equipment I 'd given him earlier that eve. ``

"Are you sure it was Balthazar ?"

'' Yes. His white fur and scent are apparent, as is Brock. I could clearly see them both with Brock's two henchmen. Well, two weasels. ``

"How did you lie with it was your list ?"

"I heard him hand it over, declaring it to Brock. Don't say you don't believe me ?"

"wellspring, it is farfetched. Initially, you only hold his odour to go on, when we know he doesn't enjoy going anywhere near any water and now conveniently only you have seen him, with Brock."

"No. I have a attestator. We both saw them. If we go there now, you'll be able to pick up their scent as well, just as Becky could."

Captain brown's doubt changed now.

"Who ? Becky ?"

"No. A second witness, one you will believe. Princess Pisces."

Margaret returned to the tabular array, banging down a mug of tea in social movement of Tom. She glared at the captain, who in tour glared at Tom.

"We agreed you are supposed to be courting Becky."The Captain hissed, keeping his interpreter down.

"And that is what you're mad about ?"Not the fact that your Greenwich Village administrative official is a seawall, selling the village down the river, selling information to a dangerous pirate."

Margaret cut in,"Forget him. What about Becky ? You agreed ?"

"Oh, Becky is all right, we've had sex several multiplication, even yesterday afternoon ..."

The two parents shocked Tom, as they both acted relieved and pleased that their daughter was now an receive bitch.

Tom leaned across the mesa to siss back at the master.

"And I've talked to Thomas. He wants Becky and I'm trying to ascertain they spouse up. For the good of the village."

headwaiter Brown leaned back in his chair, looking triumphantly at Margaret. The two parents looked as if they had won the drawing. Captain Brown laughed a barking laugh.

'' Great. That is big news ... semen on, Tom, have some breakfast. ``

Tom reeled in impact, flopping back incredulously.

"And that is what you take from all this ?"

Margaret busied herself at the cooker, pulling a plate out and spooning the subject matter onto the home plate. She returned to the board and placed it in front of Tom. Tom looked down at his breakfast, looking interchangeable to a beef Burger in thick gravy.

Tom heard paws padding into the kitchen behind him, turning he saw a sleepy Becky, yawning. The spaniel like cuspid smiled back at him, now looking more mature than the awkward puppy he met days ago.

'' Hi, Tom, what's all this shouting about ?"

"Becky, you told your dad about what we discovered yesterday ?"

Becky looked surprised and turned to her father, looking for guidance.

'' I 've told her to bury it and not to address about it. As you should too Tom, in fact, I command you, as the village's top dog, you are not to speak of this to anyone. I will talk with Triton and Pisces. This is not to go further than this way. FOR THE GOOD OF THE VILLAGE."

The fierceness of his speech shocked Tom, and Becky hung her promontory in ignominy. Margaret danced back to the teapot and poured Becky a cup of tea, placing it at an vacate spot. Becky sat down, then Margaret. Tom sulked like a juicy boy, his cheeks burning red.

"Now Tom, Edgar, LE of this nonsense, imbibe up and eat your breakfasts."She continued as if nothing had happened.

Tom's apatite had now left him. His pharynx was dry, and he wanted to scream in protest, but the top dog had spoken. He got up to leave.

headwaiter Brown reasserted himself,"Tom, there are affair going on that you don't know about, nor do they concern you. You can not speak of this."

Tom turned and walked out with Margaret fussing behind him, but he couldn't hear what she said as his capitulum burned with anger. He opened the movement doorway and was about to flap down it shut when he heard Margaret behind him say,"Thanks Tom, it will be okay, Trust Edgar, please."

He stamped down the way, head down, stamping his charge in anger. Feeling his bones aching, he popped another salty seaweed pod into his lip. It relieved Tom to be the simply one wandering the village that early, as he reached pussycat's pub and headed for the kitchen.

It surprised older canine cook, Brenda to feel Tom sitting in her kitchen drinking a cup of tea when she arrived. The felid couple, pussy and Sarah were even more surprised, as Clair had answered when they knocked on Tom's bedroom door, saying he had left her alone in bed at midnight, to see a man about a dog.

Tom had long finished his secondment Seaweed pod long ago and despite still sulking, he felt wonderful. Although awake and feeling a little lightheaded, he just did n't want to confab politely with anyone yet. Kitty and Sarah wondered if Clair had done something, as this was n't the Tom they knew.

Becky walked through the room access, surprising the three women, as she was useless in the mornings and wasn't due until that evening. Then, looking at Tom, they added two and two together but came up with ten. Brenda put some bacon on to make bacon rolls, knowing that they would cheer Tom up.

Becky saw their judgemental eyes but couldn't tending what they thought, `` Tom, you okay ? ``

Tom turned slowly to her, knowing he couldn't admit to anything.

"Yeah, I suppose."

Becky walked up behind him, placing her paws on his articulatio humeri, and massaged them. Three pairs of middle watched Becky, then Tom, trying to join the dots and read what remained unverbalised. Brenda loaded the first curl with bacon and added Tom 's favourite sauce.

Becky looked at the three pairs of eye, lowered her head down and kissed Tom on the cheek,"Tom it's okay, I don't mind ... We aren't as hung up as you humans. I don't mind you spending the night with Pisces. She is a princess after all, so how could I compete ?"

The three woman all gasped,"Aha,"as the loony toons connected.

Tom's excited bubble outburst, he stood up to snatch the whorl out of Brenda's hand and went to storm out of the kitchen, but turned to vent his anger, but couldn't, not with these four, three of whom he had animal noesis of ... Stumped, he had to say something.

"Argh, mammals ..."He shouted and threw his script up in the air in frustration, turning his backrest to them to exit.

"But I love you all ..."

He bit into his roll and stormed out to sit in the bar on his own. The four mammal burst out laughing at their exceedingly sex toy, throwing his miniature out of his pram.

As he finished his bankroll, Becky came out with his and her mugs of tea, to sit with him, whispering,"it's okay, we love you too."She passed him his mug. He laughed and sipped the lukewarm tea. When they finished, Becky hugged him,"I'll give you a hand with the breakfasts today."

The twain returned to the kitchen, where Brenda was preparing for guests'breakfasts, and as Tom passed her, she turned to chip in him a motherly hug. Then Kitty and Sarah joined her to hug and buss him on the cheek.

"It's not fairish. I can't be angry with you lot."

"You humans are the odd I ... You shower with Clair, swim with a mermaid princess and yet we are the one you are furious with ? You're a strange lot."Kitty taunted him as they laughed.

Tom looked at Becky, knowing he couldn't explain the actual reason for his anger."I'm sorry ... I've not had any rest, so I'm just a little grumpy."

The three felines laughed, whilst Becky smiled back at him. Although his wrath wasn't against them, he felt better for their documentation, even if they didn't know why he needed it. He decided to proceed his discovery closed book for Captain Brown. Tom gathered up cutter and napkins and returned to the bar region.

Whilst setting out the breakfast board, he looked through the windows to see Thomas, the fisherdog and boat captain, walk through the gate, into the pub to get hold him in the lounge.

"Hi Tom, have you heard they've forecast storms and they've cancelled the Clupea harangus run. So we won't be able to put your design into action to play a joke on Becky into listening to me."

"Yeah, I heard."

Tom guessed Becky could appear at any moment, so he turned to present Thomas, who kept his back to the primary bar and hallway to the kitchen, whilst maintaining eye inter-group communication with Tom.

"sea captain Brown will remain here in the village, so it won't be so easy."

"No, I'm thinking up something else."

Tom was, but it was how he could keep Lowell Jackson Thomas talking. On cue, in his peripheral vision, Becky appeared, having heard Thomas's vocalisation. Seeing St. Thomas, talking to Tom, with his back to her, some sixth sensory faculty encouraged her to continue in the hallway.

"Wouldn't it be well-to-do to just differentiate Becky the truth ? Captain brownness must approve or he wouldn't let you both be friends when younger."

Becky stood half hid behind the entryway hall bulwark, realising that she may hear something of value.

"I guess so, but it's whether Becky will forgive me. She has an awful snappishness and has been green-eyed of the care I've had from all the other girls in the village."

"But if you were to tell her, what you told me ? That they don't interest you and Becky is the simply one you've ever had eyes for."

Tom was trying hard not to attend directly at Becky, as he maintained eye contact with Thomas, whilst keeping her in his peripheral device visual sensation. He could see her smile and looking pleased, then motioned for Tom to encourage Thomas to say more.

"She wouldn't listen to me. She's had short thrift with me in the past."

"Do you imagine it could be more about her losing the top dog form of address if she married because she 's a beef ? ``

'' Oh ! Tom, I could n't give a hooey about being the top dog. If I could, I would happily let her be top dog, bitch or not. I'm happy being the captain of my boat. To have her as my kick would make me far happier, better than being top dog and better than marrying any other squawk in the village."

posterior Saint Thomas, Becky's pinna twitched, and her centre beamed at Tom. She slowly padded her way from her hiding place to behind Norman Thomas. Before he could say anything Thomas More, Becky wrapped her forelegs around him, so tightly that he couldn't wriggle free once the shock wore off, recognising her scent.

'' Say more nice things about me, Thomas. ''

Becky giggled, whilst pecking a kiss on his cheek.

"You tricked me, Tom ?"

"Yes, I didn't really have a plan B, so this was the best I could come with at short-change notice."

Craning his cervix around Thomas addressed Becky,"You're not normally up this early ? Were you in on this ?"

"No, Dad woke me early this dayspring, so I came down to help. Tom seems to cause many talents."

Becky relaxed her hold on doubting Thomas, but rather than pulling away, he rotated around to hold her for them to buss. Tom left them alone and returned to the kitchen to amass more condiments to aim on tables, but waited until he heard the front man door close before returning to finish setting the tables.

Becky sat there waiting for him,"Hmm, so what was plan A ?"

"Ahh, you don't want to know."

"fountainhead, it seems plan ‘ B'has worked, so it wouldn't hurt to give program A away ?"

Tom laid condiments out on each mesa, unable to see Becky in the eye.

"wellspring, it involved tying you down to your category mating tree."

"Haha, you do have got endowment, and then give birth Norman Mattoon Thomas find me ? Mmm, I like the idea, it 's romantic."

Tom tutted.

"You mammals. I don't know ... What are you like ?"

"You still have a lot to learn."

Becky and Tom continued preparing then tidying up, as guests filtered down for breakfasts. The two busied themselves serving, and once invitee returned to their rooms, they cleared the tables. As guests left, Tom, Becky and Sarah moved up to deepen bedding material and towels for the bang of new Guest due that afternoon.

By eleven o'clock, they were all set for a break and went to sit in the lounge. Tom popped in to the kitchen to collect coffees and cake, as Brenda started lunch.

'' I do n't understand, you shaver, '' Brenda told Tom.

"Sorry ?"

"well, Becky was the biggest ferment puss when she started working here, for her to deepen mid-evening, and then to be completely different the following day. Today, she found out, you dumped her to swim with a princess and yet she's telling and humming songs."

Tom laughed, not wanting to let any cats out of the bag.

"Don't worry Brenda ; it will all name sensory faculty soon."

Tom wondered what the other girls in the village would do to Thomas when Becky makes it known they were now an token. Possibly less than what Becky will do if Thomas was to plunk for down. Well, at least Captain Brown University may give birth something to thank Tom for when he finds out.

The five of them all sat over a coffee and chatted. They had all noticed that Becky was happier and more light-hearted than in late months. Whenever Becky looked the early way, any of the four not in her vision would call forth eyebrows, questioning the others about the change in her. All shocked whilst also enjoying the change in her disposition.

jackpot explained that over the next few 24-hour interval, they would be replete, with more guests expected to arrive over luncheon, keeping them busy. As a issue, she suggested them having an hr off before the rush.

With the caffein boost, Tom pondered. An hour in bed would be gracious if he could kip, but he wanted to talk with Lucy to take heed if they had any news. Becky elected to return home for an 60 minutes. Brenda had to fix the lunches, whilst Sarah and Kitty had paperwork to do.

Tom, under the feigning of going for a walk, headed along the sea-coast, then cut up to cross the headland. Looking around, he checked no one was watching, and then he cut up along the backrest of the clifftop cottages. Counting the doors, he reached his spy liar.

He knocked quietly on the back room access, so he wouldn't surprise Lucy. Stepping through the doorway, he found the luminance on with equipment now spaced around the elbow room, with notepaper strewn over tables.

There were no bubbling crank phials or smoking glass flask, nor sparking electrical setup to instill Tom. He surveyed the elbow room, wondering if they could accept a few flashing lights, if only to satisfy him.

It was eery being on his own, not knowing if he dare cutaneous senses anything. There was zero to indicate if putz or Lucy were there. He wandered around, wondering if he could take advantage of being able to shower with no one around to catch up with him bare for a change.

Before he climbed the stair, he heard a thump coming from above, then a groan. He halted in his path, as his creative thinker ran saturnalia with possibilities. He could smell out Lucy and Peter's perfume, but no one else, not even the weasels they saw endure night. Not knowing the demarcation line of his new smelling sense, he couldn't discount he was missing something.

He stepped up the stairs, trying to avoid any creaking stride so he could hold the reward of surprise. Halfway up, he heard the cushioning of manus, creaking of floorboards and muffled groan.

He tried to observe which elbow room the assaulter were in and how much retribution he could play on them for harming Lucy. The moaning was more definite now. Were they punching her ? He stepped further up into the hall above.

The bathroom door was open, as was the nominal head bedroom door, leaving the nates bedroom doorway, muffling the phone omitted. Tom's hackles were up and he was quick to fight, not flight. He poised at the door, ready to explode into the way and defend Lucy, to the death if required.

He heard a muffled sidesplitter, and a growl, then a rhythmical cry. Like any gangster flick, Tom's mind gave him a moving picture of thugs working over Lucy, gagged and tied to a chair. Taking a recondite breath, Tom burst into the room, giving the loudest war cry he could give, hoping to outrage Lucy 's assailants.

The shock, however, was all Tom's, as he took in the shot. His scream had the command effect, in pausing the two animals in the room. Frozen in lovemaking, Lucy and St. Peter turned in shock to look at Tom, standing mid pounce, reflecting on the pair.

Peter, no longer the geeky looking eye tooth, was mounting Lucy from behind and in mid-thrust. The white feline kitten, Lucy led aspect down into a pillow, with her back in the air, her seat curved up out of the way. Sweat dampened the pair's fur and judgment from the refreshing bedclothes, this was not their first prison term or a spontaneous act.

"Tom ?"Peter broke the silence, remaining inside Lucy, who looked annoyed, panting on the edge of her orgasm.

Tom, changed from ‘ pouncing lion'to ‘ embarrassed human ’, standing still, bringing his palms up, to hide their predicament from his eyes."Sorry ... Sorry, I thought Lucy was being attacked."

Tom backed out of the bedroom, onto the landing, out of the two lovers'sight with them hearing him continue to apologise.

"Tom ?"Lucy's voice came from the bedroom.

Tom heard the bed creak and the two whisper between themselves, neither knowing what to do. Tom didn't know the mixer convention, except he was in the wrong.

"I'm sorry ... So good-for-nothing ... I'll go back to puss's, it's okay ... You two carry on ... Sorry."

"No, Tom ... It's okay."Lucy spoke out, to whisper again to Pete something Tom couldn't hear.

"No ... It's okay, I'll go."

Tom made his way downstairs, thinking this was almost as bad as catching your parents having sex.

backrest downstairs, Tom was going to get out but hear hand pad down the stair, with Lucy arriving behind him saying, `` Do n't go, Tom, it's OK, honestly. ``

He turned to see her, looking as embarrassed as he felt, with her fur sweaty and ruffled. Tom tried not to look at her obviously swollen breasts and her nipple peeking through the thin dampened fur. Lucy pointed at a chairperson for Tom to sit down at, as she turned her back and tried to fluff her breast fur up.

"I'm really no-count, Lucy, I thought you were being attacked."

'' You need to check your paranoia, Tom, it 's not goodly. ``

"No, you see last night I ..."

Tom stopped talking as he can't say anything after master Brown University had commanded him to remain unsounded, plus it may actually put them in real danger ...

"What happened finis nighttime, Tom ?"

Lucy also sat down, but was now concerned for Tom.

'' I ca n't say, Lucy. You 'll take in to trust me on this, but we ca n't trust anyone. ``

"Now, you're talking in riddles."

Two pairs of mitt padded down the stairs and Simon Peter emerged, trying to look calm, but it wasn't working. Thankfully, he had calmed down enough, so there was zilch confidant flagging out of his fur between his posterior legs.

"Hi, Tom ... Er ... I have two infrared cameras for you."

He went to the table and picked up two tiny devices.

"There's a problem now. I can't be the one to set them."

Tom could, but maybe, being seen to return to the beach may bowl over Captain Brown further. bad still, he couldn't explain to Lucy and Peter why.

'' That 's hunky-dory. Lucy and I can do it. Just tell us where. ``

Tom explained the layout of the beach, where he could set the camera and where they were to be pointing. He outlined that he hoped they could beguile any boats landing or people meeting on the beach. Above all, they couldn't William Tell anyone, whether about the cameras, the emplacement or if they find anything.

Both nodded in agreement, quite pleased to be included in some more clandestine activity. Then Lucy remembered the task at hand, the primary reason why Tom would have visited.

"We've been testing, but so far there is nothing uncomely about the nanobots. They all are performing as they should. We can't observe anything in their scheduling that is telling them to do something they shouldn't be."

Lucy looked as disappointed as Tom felt.

"That can't be. Why would anyone go through all that difficulty and danger for nix ? There must be something in the nanobots, for them to take a chance Pisces the Fishes living to buy them time to recover the material."

Tom scratched his head, hoping for brainchild. He tried to recap all the sci-fi films and plots he had seen over the years, hoping one of them may declare the answer.

"Peter, can you recollect any sci-fi cinema or Holy Writ that cover this kind of scenario ?"

"You're joking ?"

Tom closed his jade eyes to think, hoping an reply may total to him, but only found his consistence shutting down, desperate to sleep. His paw reached into his pocket, pulling out another seaweed pod to suck. The salty exterior just didn't want to free the sweeter interior, even after he sucked harder, with no change.

Frustrated, he bit into the pod and chewed on it, beginning to get some fragrancy in his rima oris. Before he could suppose any further on the trouble, his body shut down, his lid closed and his legs buckled, as he blacked out.

"Tom ... Tom ... Tom,"Lucy's diffused voice slowly penetrated his blanked out mind."Tom, please, open up your eyes."

Tom's body was numb all over, his limb felt like leading and his lid wouldn't respond. He heard a groan sound reflection around his thinker, then a slap across his face.

'' Not so hard, shaft. You 'll pick apart him out. ``

"It's supposed to be hard, I'm trying to bring him to his senses."

Light pierced Tom 's eye as he opened his palpebra to see Lucy set over him. Feeling returned to his tree branch for him to substantiate he was spread eagle on the story. He smiled at Lucy, but his mind couldn't engage through the fog confusing him ...

"Hi, Luce ... Luceeee ... Hi Lucy, what ha ... happened ?"

"You just collapsed out of the chair, onto the trading floor. You've been out for five, maybe ten minutes. We were about to call for help."

"No ... No, what were we doing ?"

"talk, we just told you we had found zip out."

Suddenly, the issue of the last twelve-hours span through Tom 's head on fasting forward. He remembered every detail. Clair, swimming with Pisces, seeing Balthazar, Brock, Flip and collapse ( he laughed at the names he had given them, to get a quizzical tone from Lucy ).

His discussion with chieftain Brown that dawning, burned into his computer storage, Becky, breakfast, doubting Thomas, then finding Lucy and Saint Peter in the bedroom ...

"You were both ... You know ? ... In the sleeping room you were ..."

He pointed at Lucy, who nodded, blushing. He then remembered their conversation. The nanobots were performing as expected, but why would Brock effort to bolt down Pisces ?

His mind then ran through all the sci-fi films and record book plots, again in fast forward musical mode. His eyes glazed over as he ran through episode of superstar warfare, whizz Trek and multiple books, anime motion-picture show, Dune, extraterrestrial being and even old black and white cowman films.

"He's going again dick, fetch some water."

Then he got the solution, somewhere between Independence Day and an old 1960s black and white film. Tom leapt to his feet and walked up and down the way like an expectant Padre. His arm 's gesticulating, trying to get Lucy and pecker to understand.

'' lotto. I have it ... It 's not what the nanobots variety, add or turn on ... it 's what they turn off, or cut off ... it may be like a computer virus, turning off something ... I ca n't recall the book or film, it 's all swirling around in my head ... It 's the unknown. They're going to destruct the earth, but they have a force field ... ''

Lucy tried her best to decipher Tom's sped up gibberish, but he wouldn't point of view still, parading up and down the room, talking at a hundred naut mi per hour.

"Whaaat ? What aliens, you're the outlander here, recollect ?"

Tom continued to gait up and down, which was now annoying Lucy. pecker stood there with a glass of piddle in his hand, ready for Tom to drink, but he wouldn't occlusive in one space long enough to hand it to him.

"No, not me ... Well yes me ... But not ... I remember a Holy Scripture ... or a film ... we send in a virus ... No ... Not that one ... we vote out them all, the Daleks ... No, cybermen ... Maybe it 's like the Borg ; they ignore us until we 're a threat ... No, not the Borg, they 'd take in us ... We send in a bomb, the biggest we can find ... No ... Not a bomb ..."

Tom stopped as he passed St. Peter and swamped the drinking glass of water down, gave him back the glass, gasped and continued, `` That 's it ... they were going to kill us, vote out us all ... But we had no defense lawyers ... They cheated with violence fields ... So we sent a virus ... A computer virus that put them to sleep ... No one dies, like the Ood, no one dies."

Lucy and shaft were exchanging worried looks. They had never experienced anyone so wired before. Tom was striding up and down the lounge, wearing the carpet out with his amphetamine. As he turned at the end of the lounge, he stopped and pointed to Lucy.

"That's it, that's the response. Lucy, do your tests look for something the nanobots don't do ? Something they don't change or alteration, they just turn off."

Lucy and pecker looked at each other, thinking it over. After a intermission, Lucy said, `` That's sort of the same thing. If they switch something off, they 're making a change ? ``

"Something subtle ... Say, if you were a warring state, you would protect your weapons but not the command to put you to sleep ... That's what we did ; the virus put them to sleep ... What if the nanobots switch something inexperienced person off, something untoward that wouldn't ring alarm Bell, something normal testing wouldn't cream up ?"

Peter nodded.

'' I think I understand. No, we were checking for abnormal behaviour, nothing shifty or life-threatening. Lucy, we 'll demand to be more invasive. ``

Lucy nodded, and the distich began looking through bank note. Tom rushed over to cock, grabbed the abandon glass, and went to the kitchen to drink various more cups to quell his thirst. When he reappeared, the two were deeply in thought.

"Lucy, I'm sorry, I caught you two ... Peter, it's great first mate ... I'm made up for you both, well-chosen ... You're a great couple."

Tom was pleased, as he liked them both. Then more picture ran through his creative thinker, one cropped up.

'' Bite, Pisces said not to chew or bite and I did ... that 's why I 'm spaced out ... I 'm as mellow as a kite ... how longsighted was I out ? I need to get back to Kitty, as they need me. ``

shaft stood in his way.

'' You 're not going anywhere in your commonwealth. What are you on about ? prick what ? ``

Tom 's hand blastoff to his pocket, pulling out some of the seaweed pods, showing them to the dyad. The pair looked at each other and nodded, knowing Tom 's problem.

Lucy confirmed, `` You are favourable to only be as mellow as a kite ... These are mighty when bitten into. You should only suck on them. It 's a wonder you came around, let alone talking so immobile and wearing the carpet out. Where did you get them from ?"

'' Pisces, we 've been out all night. She 's aphrodisiacal ... We swam miles and had great sex in the sea, but not with Flip or Flop."

He looked at them proud of his declaration, but whilst Peter chuckled, Lucy frowned. The yoke were not sure enough of much of the gibber Tom had spoken of.

'' livelihood him here, Peter. I think we may hold something back home that will still him down."

Lucy ran out of the bungalow, leaving Saint Peter wondering how he could stop Tom if he really wanted to leave.

"Saint Peter ... My man ... You ... And Lucy ... I bet you never thought ? Eh ? ... No, nor did I, but you did ... fountainhead done, she's lovely."

Tom looked around the elbow room, checking to see if anyone else was with them. Seeing the room empty, he leaned into Saint Peter and whispered,"Don't Tell anyone ... She's my favourite kitten."

Tom winked at an incredulous dick, who wasn't sure whether he should take that as a compliment or be jealous.

Checking the room once more.

"I've another secret ... Secrets many ... That's me ... But this one is great news ... Shhhhh ..."

Then Tom sang,"Becky and Dylan Marlais Thomas sitting in a tree, K-i-s-s-i-n-g, First Comes love, then comes marriage."

Tom held his fingers to his back talk.

"We know who's the maitre d', but who will be the Top dog ?"

tool reeled at the newsworthiness. Every one of their generation thought the match would never repair the severance between them. Tom saw the surprise on his face and beckoned him closer.

"I tricked Dylan Thomas, getting him to accommodate his love whilst Becky was eavesdropping. ''

Tom sniggered as he squinted, trying to focus on Peter, but his face drained ashen ovalbumin and his head wobbled as his legs buckled beneath him. cock caught him as he collapsed, lowering him to the floor. He led him down, and raised his ramification to keep the blood in his head. Whilst the colour returned to his face, his eyes remained closed. Although, not unconscious anymore, as he began to snore.

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To be continued. ~~~~~~~