This is a level of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In real life history, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable babies, HIV and all sort of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` sink his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I pipe dream of Demie 5 - Clucking Hell ( MF, sting, magic, safety, viol )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

Marsha Patterson walked along the Mungo Park path, her poodle Mookie ahead on her leash, sniffing at this and that. Marsha was up early, getting her bit of employment before heading to operate. nonentity else was up so she had the ballpark to herself. The sun was just beginning to look on the horizon.

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

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

The unusual woman stopped and looked at the poodle. Her eyes seemed to glow for a here and now and the dog whimpered, cowering. Then the woman came closer, those glowing optic rising to get together Marsha's.

Marsha had never seen a more beautiful woman. She reminded her of somebody but could n't place it. Her mind did n't seem to be working right. So beautiful ...

Mookie 's triad dropped to the priming and the dog ran for her living, the range of a vast, slavering three-headed mastiff in her nous. She heard her kept woman pant, the hold up strait she would ever make up in this world, but the dog kept running.

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Today ...

investigator Dianna shepherd sighed. Another weekend of going over the details of a serial of missing persons cases with no substantial leads when she should have been resting, or finding some hot woman to have a go at it ! She was so frustrated, on both sides.

She looked at the photo of Marsha Patterson. other XL, not bad to look at, lived alone with her poodle dog. Had she been sapphic too ? If they had met in a bar, would they accept -- ?

She shook her header. following weekend she was definitely going to go out and have some fun.

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Demie had left after her demon babe prank had just about given me a ticker fire, leaving me to drowse fitfully until I had to get up for employment. Ugh, Monday again ( the day, not my sidekick Mon ).

My piece of work day went by slowly. Carrie passed my booth and almost looked like she was going to talk to me, but then she continued on. Or did she ingest some business nearby and it was just my mental imagery ? I did n't know.

I kept almost nodding off in the afternoon. Demie 's ... attentions ... took a lot out of me, though I did n't require 18 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 free energy for her to steal these days ?

Finally, 5 PM rolled around and I staggered out of the part. Demie was n't plate 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 niggling people went about their daily aliveness, unaware of the dangers, the holy terror that Banker Man kept at bay.

Banker Man took another puff of his butt. Bob Perkins felt like a superhero watching over the city from the cap of his body of work building. The wind whistled by, carrying the nicotine-laced pot from his breathing space, scattering it like his dream had when he started this job ; no, this career. He had been at it for over 8 years now ... time to start intellection of it that way.

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

The charwoman pointed at the fag in his hand, waggling her supercilium questioningly.

He shoved the cig in his mouth and quickly fished out his pack and Ag Zippo, the latter with a diabolic typeface engraved into it. It had been a natural endowment from his big brother when he took the job at First banking company, a none-too-subtle caper. His parents were proud of their up-and-coming youngest son, but his comrade was disappointed, hoping he would do something to reach the world better, not make money just to earn money. Bob had kept the barge, determined to own the joke.

He gave a coffin nail to his gorgeous associate, who had cat 's eye glasses and curly auburn fuzz, a face he was partial to, and tried to illume it for her. The wind blew it out instantly. He cupped his handwriting to try to keep the flame live, but it was no use. The wind had really picked up.

The fair sex pulled close and he breathed in her reckless scent. His shaft got heavily quickly. Then she touched the end of her butt to his and breathed in, lighting hers up.

After that she did n't root for away. She looked at him with amber eyes that seemed to glow, drawing him in. His oral fissure went slack and his fag fell. As she moved her coffin nail aside he leaned in and kissed her.

Banker Man crumpled to the terra firma, a look of bliss on his numb side. Demie finished her weed and then disposed of the evidence, though she kept the Zippo.

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Today ...

I woke up to a nasty stench, making my nose seam as I sat up. What was that ? It seemed to be coming from the living room.

'Oh shit ,'I thought, 'Demie did n't defeat someone here again, did she ?'I threw my robe on and dashed into the livelihood way. No physical structure, but the malodor was terrible and there was ... something ... sitting on my couch.

feathering covered the ... woman ? Her arms seemed to also be extension, and those ended in nasty looking talons, as did her fundament. I could see boobs protruding out between her chest feather, but the mephitis kept me from admiring those. Her face was rough, leathery. `` She looks like a hundred land mile of bad road, '' my granddad would give birth said.

Her head snapped around to look at me, and I paused, noticing hawk-like eye and feral teeth. `` Umm ... can I help you ? '' I said uncertainly.

The animal rose up onto her fundament and approached me with a lumbering gait. I could practically see the stink parentage radiating from her, and did my intimately to guard still and breathe through my mouth.

She stopped a footfall away, sniffed me, and then spoke, seemingly with cracking difficulty, her voice a cross between a prominent bird and a piano being smashed to piece of music : `` DEE ... MEE ? ``

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

The creature jumped and flopped back onto the couch. Crossing her wing implements of war, she looked defiantly back at me.

'' O.K. ... '' 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 olfactory property !

'Well, maybe she 'll smoke up with me and melt out ,'I thought. I went to my stash ...

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

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

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

'' Okay, '' I said to the ... whatever it was, `` Can you modify shape like Demie ? You have to come with me to get something she wants, and you ca n't go outside like that. ``

The beast raised one annex arm and revealed a bracelet. She touched it and suddenly she was a severely slim charwoman in jeans, army boots, and a pie-eyed tank top. The leatherlike face remained but now she had unkempt mousy brown whisker instead of feathers.

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

The beast got up from the sofa and breezed by me, heading into my sleeping room. I heard her muttering, `` Hmph '' as she went. Then I heard the water running in my toilet. I let my breath out in relief.

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

Dear ? Why did I write that ? She was n't dear to me ...

... or was she ? We 'd had sex quite a few times over the finally few weeks, and even with casual relationships feelings can lead off up, but she was a homicidal demon !

shakiness my top dog, I continued :'I 'm taking your bird madam friend to Monday 's place to pick up some cannabis. Here 's the address if you want to meet us there ...'

The bird tool left my shower a godawful mickle but she smelled a lot better after washing up. Not great, but not terrible anymore. We left my apartment and walked to Mon 's place.

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

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

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

'' Cool name ! '' Mon 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 expect. If pot worked on ogre it might act upon on this weird snort lady too.

She coughed and then started hacking. Monday got up and patted her back, trying to help. She dropped the marijuana cigarette and I grabbed it before she got burned. Mon sat on the couch future to Hepzibah, his arm still around her back.

Was he -- ? Yes he was. Monday was hitting on the fetid wench lady.

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

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

Oh HELL 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 niggling too forcefully, `` But she 's not what you think ... ''

Monday looked over his shoulder joint at Hepzibah sitting on his bed. `` Do n't care fellow. '' As he started to fill up the door in my brass I held it open.

'' At least wrap it up, okay ? '' I suggested. I did n't know what was going to happen, but I did n't want my crony catching some sort of netherworld VD.

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

I spent the next 15 minutes trying not to listen to the illegitimate enterprise on the other slope 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 anticipate out, `` holy place shit charwoman ! You like it rough, huh ? Well, two can play at that secret plan ! '' Then I heard something hit the far wall, followed by a screech of ... joy ? ... from her. `` Woooo ! '' Mon cried out, and then there was the strait 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 prick into that disgusting beast. I was n't successful. I felt ill.

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

Hepzibah was lying in the twist of Monday 's articulatio humeri, snuggling up to him and making that cooing sound again. Monday had a vast smile on his case but his chest was tiger disinvest, blood dripping onto the tattered corpse of his bed sheet. 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 appear at Monday. `` You fucked a harpy and you 're still alive ? I 'm impressed ! ``

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

To be continued ...