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This is a employment of erotic adventure fiction, containing furry, anthropomorphic beast with homo news having sex with our human hero. If this isn't for you, delight take my other stories.

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After leaving Clair, dumfounded in bed at midnight, Tom ran along the drop way of life towards Mermaid's Cove. With it being so late he didn't have to worry about skipper Brown or his wife seeing him. Although, it would have 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 walk, as he tried to run, his boots felt like lead, then something clicked privileged and energy ran through him. Whether it was cat or dog nanobots in his descent stream taking over, he didn't care, but he sped up. Sometimes he dropped from his two legs onto all quaternary with his hands, scampering along the ground, which seemed more innate and definitely quicker.

Soon he reached the area above the cove and he easily jumped over the fallen tree to walk down the path to the cove below. The cove was abandon, but Tom continued down the footfall, cut into the cliff to strive the beach. His cat's eye imaginativeness cut in, to fall in him a perfect horizon of the area. In the Moon, he could have read a Quran, but he couldn't see any sign of Pisces, the mermaid princess.

He looked out seaward through the narrow inlet and noticed ripples on the water, funnelling towards the beach. He walked down to encounter the point of the rippling as Fish, raised her head above the water with an urgent feeling on her face.

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

"I'm sorry. I do n't throw a wristwatch, let alone a moon watch."

"striptease off, quickly ..."

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

"No, shush. Something is happening further along the slide. You need to strip off to drown with me, so we can see what is happening."

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

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

"I can't hear anything ?"

"Under the water, silly. You need to be quietly, 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 charge, as he was already stepping into the water. Initially, he resisted entering the dusty pee. Pisces eyed him up and down. Pleased at what she saw, not just between his legs, but also the gold strand necklace, still around his cervix with the cuticle whistle her father had awarded him.

Fish beckoned him to join her, looking as lovely as the first time they met. Her retentive fatal haircloth trailed down over her shoulders, barely hiding her ample raw knocker. Her blueness rubbery skin matched the moony pee as she slipped further out, now frustrated, still beckoning him to go deeper.

Once thigh-deep, Tom held his breathing place and took the plunge. The initial coldness was n't so bad and he followed Pisces the Fishes out. At number 1, his breaststroke could barely save her in spate, but he remembered how she swam, butterfly stroke mode with her arms trailing behind her and kicking with her fanny. He mimicked her tail movements with his two legs, finding more power than private kicks.

His cat's eye nighttime imaginativeness worked as well below water as above, so he could observe Pisces, as she continued to swim underwater. Tom's continual ventilation hampered him, but the further they swam, the prosperous it became. He could thin out the number of breaths he needed and yet he could swim faster.

Mermaid's cove was well behind them as Pisces swam in close to a large rock holding onto the seaweed clinging to the rock candy. Tom swam in closely enough for them to touch, her downhearted rubbery pelt sending ripple of excitement through him. Pisces pointed to a dark region beyond the rocks.

Tom's eyes adjusted, and he could see a apartment rubber eraser dingy moving along the cliff. The dingy carried three grim shadowy bod. The dingy disappeared between two rock and roll and Pisces the Fishes kicked off the rock to follow it. Tom caught up with her at another rock and roll, but this time he could rest his stifle on the bottom.

Looking over the rock, he recognised the beach with the ruined, overgrown fisherdogs sign that he and Becky had been at sooner that day, or was it now yesterday ?. On the beach was the apparent feline, white-furred form of Balthazar, the village bureaucrat.

Two of the number jumped out of the dingy to pull it up onto the beach and then the third got out. The third gear dark figure was declamatory and heavyset, wearing a hooded scrubs, standardized to a monk, but the former two pulled their cap off to search around, looking for any witnesses. Pisces gasped in obvious credit of the two bare-headed animals looking like with child weasels.

The monk walked up the beach to Balthazar, leaving the two weasels at the dingy. Balthasar and the monk met and talked for a period. Balthazar then showed the monk the list Tom had given him earlier that evening. The Thelonious Monk pulled his hood off to read the list, exposing his psyche, with two gabardine stripes.

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

"This inclination of equipment shows that they know nothing. Give them what they want, as they will check zip. I have someone coming who will put a stop to this,"said Brock, his voice full of menace and pharyngeal consonant.

He handed Balthasar the tilt back, and they continued to mouth at length, in low vocalism, which Tom couldn't hear clearly. Afterwards, Brock pulled his thug up and returned to the dingy, sitting in it as the two weasels pushed it out, keeping their boss dry but whilst getting their feet wet.

Balthazar disappeared into the underbrush, not following the coastal itinerary but going straight inland. The dingy and its occupants turned and headed out. Rather than swimming out, Pisces the Fishes pushed Tom's head beneath the H2O and they both watched the dingy go across them by from underneath the surface.

When Tom and Fish raised their nozzle above the weewee, Tom didn't penury to heave in a breather of air, despite being submersed for multiple Mississippi River count. They watched the dingy movement along the coast, but rather than heading directly out to sea, it headed for a low, yearn rectangular unnatural looking rock.

"I don't recognise that John Rock,"Fish 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 run. The two weasels pulled the dingy onto the rock, working their way around the deflating dingy as they flattened and folded it up, rolling it into a caries in the rock.

The twain lifted a hinged cover charge over the dingy cavity. Then, like closing a holiday suitcase, the one stood on the doorway, as the early pulled heavy grab to secure it. The two weasels sank down the stairway into the careen. The dark rectangular tilt moved away and then submerged.

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

Fish pulled him back underwater, so they could both take heed an galvanic hum and faint swish of the propeller. Hearing it move back into the aloofness, 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 ace 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 second base time in two days, Balthazar must make met the group on the beach in this way. Although the perfume smell was not stage tonight. They would have to keep an eye out for the mortal, Brock warned he was sending ‘ To put a full stop to it'...

Pisces asked about the contentedness of the box they had recovered from Tor Rock. Tom explained his business organization about the Institute for Genetic Control and possible mole feeding Brock transmitted material and nanobots. He explained his plan, with Lucy, dick and the cottage, also about St. Peter the Apostle's possession of the required testing equipment.

Pisces was excited about the conditional relation with her mind racing with the info. Tom then added the frosting on the patty. Lucy's false equipment lean that Tom had given to Balthazar, who they had just witnessed, showing it to Brock for critical inspection.

"At the moment, Pisces, you and I are the only the great unwashed who know all the pieces of the puzzle. Becky, Lucy, putz, and even headwaiter brown only know portions of the puzzle, which will help keep them safe. You need to keep your beginner appraised, so if anything were to happen to either of us, he will also know."

"I'm glad you know you can believe me."

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

Pisces grinned at Tom.

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

She dived underwater and swam off. Tom could easily surveil her with his cat's centre doing their job and now he found he could easily keep up with her. Maybe these nano-bots had improved his lung and muscle 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 exercise, his branch itched rather than ached.

Pisces enjoyed leading him a merry saltation, twisting every which way to lose him, as Tom chased her. Before he knew it, Pisces was sitting above the very crab pot they'd incarcerated her in. This time, rather than gasping for air, Tom could slacken and join her with air in his lungs to spare.

Tom struggled to sit aboard Pisces. As he tried to bring his one leg daily round, he found his legs constrained together. He turned to look and overbalanced, falling into the crab pot, hearing Pisces the Fishes laugh. Tom 's legs were now a bingle poop. Not a shining fishtail covered in scales like Pisces, but a exclusive opaque mucous membrane.

At the end of his tush, it also conjoined his fundament with a crude bingle fin. He struggled with this new concept as Fish chuckled at his discovery.

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

Tom tried to talk back, but all he could do was come down the air in his lungs as he blew bubble. Pisces, realising his quandary, pointed up to the airfoil and headed upwards. Tom overcame his instability and joined her in a raceway to the air above. As they broke the surface, they both laughed, Tom in daze and Pisces 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 mucus forming. You 're quite an excellent bather and your respiration is far better. ''

Pisces looked thoughtful, with her script brushing Tom 's hair away from his pinna.

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

Tom found trample watering with a tail, not as well-fixed as with two legs, but soon got the knack. Then a care 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 torso and the one move around his genitals. Her fingers found his growing penis and stroked it through the membrane, teasing it tumid. His humanness was now pressing from inside the membrane for dismission. She gripped his jibe through the sheath. With a abrupt twist of her fingernails, created a twat for him to slip out of.

Her other deal reached around, stroking Tom 's cheeks, her fingers teasing down his cheek scissure. Her finger pressed on the membrane, pulling his cheeks in, suddenly breaking through to find his rear entrance, causing Tom to shudder.

Tom felt the fondness of Pisces'mouth engulf his shaft. She licked and suck on it. Her finger now entered his rear, not deeply, but far enough to excite him further. Pisces's use distracted Tom, who forgot to stay on treading water, and he dropped below the undulation. Rather than coughing or spluttering, Tom felt quite at comfort and pulled Fish up for them to kiss.

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

Now Tom realised he was famished. He hadn't eaten since early the previous eventide and it must be too soon break of the day. preferably than nodding, he instinctively spoke and once more, an eruption of exhaled bubbles exited his mouth. They both lifted themselves above sea level, Pisces the Fishes laughing again.

"How fall you can speak below water system and I can't ?"Tom asked, frustrated.

"Because you're still breathing air. Once subaqueous, I use my lamella so I do n't use my vocal corduroy to utter. If I used my submerged voice above water, all you would hear 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 surely if he wanted the nanobots to modify him that much. At least his tail will ` wash'off in fresh water. He found the mind of being a cretin mermaid exciting and offering him new discoveries in the future.

"Come on, we'll go to a recondite kelp forest 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 swimming techniques and found his spring bottom and fin were helping, enabling him to keep with her twists and turns.

They remained just beneath the undulation as they swam. The Sun Myung Moon filtering down through the waves flickered and twinkled off Pisces, exaggerating her body variety as she flowed through the ocean. Tom grew more and more excited as he admired her body, rather than focusing on technique.

Fish turned to enjoy Tom's eyes on her. She coiled around to meet him in an embrace, bringing him up to the surface.

"I love the way you watch me ... Your eyes sex me, knowing you want me."

Pisces smiled and winked at him, then looked down at where Tom's stomach was hidden beneath the control 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 moving ridge, with Tom hot on her tail fin. After a brief swim close to the airfoil, she dived deeper into darker profundity. Tom felt the soft velvet kelp before he noticed it around them. instant 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 reddish flatfish that was slightly bombastic than her small bridge player that held it. She reached her spare hand up to a decorative shell in her hair and withdrew a small sharp tongue that deftly dispatched the fish.

She pointed at the fish and held up four fingers, then returned to her hunt. 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 buttocks, or at least where it was, inside his tail, he turned. Pisces hovered behind him, holding four Pisces in victory. She pointed for him to follow her and they followed a rocky base, then up a rock drop, to the surface.

They swam around until, with a flick of her empennage, Fish landed to sit on a convenient stone shelf. It took Tom three try to just shoot down on the Saame bound 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 flyspeck, rocky island, surrounded by the sea, with no land in mountain. Using her fuzz shell's tongue, she filleted a Pisces the Fishes and handed Tom slices.

"We must have swum miles out to sea."

"No, not far, the cliffs around mermaid cove are just on the apparent horizon 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 drown on an empty stomach."

Now knowing where to wait, Tom could just pull in out the dark cliff against the Night sky on the horizon. Tom's stomach growled, as if on cue, causing them both to laugh. It surprised Tom at how Nice the raw Pisces the Fishes tasted, as Pisces shared her catch 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 good books."

'' Ignore your feelings, Tom. It 's for the good of everyone. Edgar has always had the Village and Mer masses's wellbeing at heart. Becky would cause already told him you suspect Balthazar's meeting with Brock and now we have witnessed it. He needs to have sex, so he can decide on what to do"

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

"It's only an island at low lunar time period and barely a rock and roll at high gear lunar time period, it's easily missed. We've storms coming in the following few days and the rock 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 stay deep and may even not run at all. They usually like to run along the Gulf watercourse that circles Britain, but not in storms."

'' Ah, we have the Sami in our populace, the gulf Stream, that is. I do n't bed about the Clupea harangus though. Is that why the sea feels warmer tonight ? ``

"Yes, out here, we are in a inscrutable body of urine, so it holds the temperature better than inshore. Your body's nanobots must also help, because any bare human out here would be shivering by now."

Tom had forgotten he was technically naked out here, sitting on cold, wet John Rock. He kicked his buttocks in the pee, enjoying the benefit of this world's hi-tech nanobots. Never in a million twelvemonth would he have ever thought he would one day be sitting, sharing a midnight snack, with a mermaid, with his own tush in the water.

Once she finished her close bit of fish, Pisces slipped into the water, sweeping water across the sway, allowing the fish remains to wash away. She hovered just a few meters away, waiting for Tom to join her.

"ejaculate on Tom, I want those hungry eyes of yours to live up to me now."

She flipped and dived under the urine, her tail flicking senior high school in the air to splash Tom. He shouted in protestation and half fell, one-half jumped, to watch her. She had a lead on him and, whilst he soon caught up ; he was sure she had slowed up to give him a chance.

He loved chasing her silvery, blue body that flicked and twisted through the water as she made the most of her 3-dimensional world. Unlike playing with girls in the resort area, that could only writhe left or right, Pisces the Fishes could plunge or rear, whilst also twisting left or veracious.

Maybe Pisces the Fishes planned it, but Tom quickly worked out a pattern to her play. Like a chasing hero plane, he anticipated her next flick downwards and was already there waiting for her, catching her bum in his limb.

Her mightily shadower kicked and flicked, trying to release herself, but in the end, she twisted back rhythm to wrestle him into an embracement. As their clapper sought transcendence, Tom brought them both to the Earth's surface, giggling and laughing whilst holding her in a tight grip.

Pisces the Fishes breast pressed against his chest and she squeezed his tail clad buttocks, thrusting her hips into his bulge hidden inside the pocket in his tail that was now fighting to scat. Tom moved his hold to her rosehip. Now she was no longer fighting to escape.

Pisces leaned her head back to flick her wet hair behind her, giving Tom a perfect, unhindered sight of her breasts. He lifted her mellow out of the water to snog and suck her one tit, causing her to chuckle in pleasure. Her hands pushed onto Tom 's shoulder as he switched to her secondly boob for her to squeal and run her workforce through his hair.

Tom lowered her to buss her on the mouth again and suck on her lip. Pisces the Fishes hand reached down and with a flick of her wrist, pulled his shaft out of its pocket. She dropped beneath the blue control surface for Tom to feel the warmth of her rima oris envelope him, sucking and licking him.

Her mouth left him, but her manus clasped his shaft, her oral sex emerging with her grinning and kissing him. He felt her guide him skinny to her and manoeuvre his shaft into her. Her fingers worked him through a fish scale flap, then in a Sceloporus occidentalis flick, she rose a few in up to drop cloth and she engulfed him inside her lovesome body.

"You'll need to keep thrusting. This isn't like on the beach. We need to swim together, but you need to be the guide."

She hadn't convinced Tom, as he remembering their live disappointment on the beach with her empennage. He gave a little flick and felt him repel deeper into Pisces. This was estimable than former. Taking a breath, they ducked beneath the wafture and the pair glided along, with Tom giving pulsing thrusts into Fish as she grinned back at him.

Pisces only needed kid adjustments to their consistence 's tailored, to cause them to curve and bend whilst they remained engaged. Tom found this far more gratify than before. More erotic than just grinding hips on a stationary bed. Their two physical structure, locked together working in submersed harmony.

Fish gripped Tom and bobbed up and down on his shaft as he kept steering them through a cubic dance, both upping the tempo of their love life. This was more subtle and erotic than his previous intimate experience and in one bubbled pant, Tom remembered he still needed to breathe.

Bursting to the surface, Tom sucked in a cryptic breath as he laughed in XTC, with Pisces shaking her head, flicking her hair as she squealed in joy.

"holy place cow, Pisces, this is so aphrodisiacal ... erotic beyond bill ... Our organic structure are one ... I love it."

'' No talk, take a oceanic abyss breather, '' Pisces commanded, on the edge of her orgasm.

No soon as Tom had closed his mouth at the end of his deepest breathing spell, she pulled him back underwater to stay their submerged ballet. Once to a greater extent, it only took youngster adjustments to their soundbox shape to enable them to impel their physical structure whilst still thrusting into each other.

With the both of them holding each former's waistline, Tom leaned back to ascertain Fish's breast flow in the water supply, almost floating in the fluid as their consistency jerked together. Pisces's eyes remained empale on Tom as they thrust their hips together.

The pair continued their sexual ballet. Tom had to adjust his usual technique, with them both effectively having their wooden leg bound inside their butt. Feeling Pisces tightly wrapped around his shaft, his excitement grew. It felt strange for Tom, as he missed being between a pair of thigh and having legs wrapped around him.

Pisces the Fishes's consistency tensed up as her sexual climax fell upon her. She gave agile movie of her tail as she arched her back whilst she screeched like a dolphin in the water system. Tom had to keep thrusting with his poop and compensate with his torso to keep them engaged.

Fish orgasm acted like a initiation of release for Tom. With her eubstance tightening its grip on his rotating shaft, he exploded inside her, filling her with his lovingness. The pair gripped each other in a tight, thrusting embracement, floating in the ocean.

Tom sucked in a taste of body of water before he realised they were both still submerged. He released his hold on Pisces the Fishes to scud to the aerofoil spluttering and coughing, breathing in lung fulls of air. Pisces the Fishes surfaced with goodwill, a shortstop aloofness away, smiling and laughing at his discomfort.

With his lungs cleared, Tom swam over to Pisces to hug and osculate her, now more apply to keeping their tails side 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, Fish, that was ... Lovely and different. But I need to return to get some sleep and help pot. They are due more than visitor today and I'll never have time to lose this tail and sleep."

"Maybe we'll try something else next time ... Don't trouble, I can encounter something that will help you with avoiding rest. Come on, we'll get back to Mermaid's Cove."

Tom swam with Pisces, the moonlight no longer dancing its rays off her as the sky brightened. As they passed over Fish cage, that remained sat at astuteness. Fish dove, searching the jumpy cleft, picking at assorted seaweed patches before they swam on.

As they reached the shoal, Tom made his way to the fresh water stream running down the beach, seeing his boots and wearing apparel still scattered, haphazard but dry. Tom flipped and flopped up into the colder stream as Pisces laughed at his antics.

sitting in the consortium they had made for Pisces the Fishes the last sentence they were on the beach. Pisces remained light up of the freshwater, sitting at the water 's edge, watching him stir urine over himself. Despite the two chatting as Tom washed weewee over himself, he got frustrated as it seemed to take a long time for his legs to release from his tail.

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

"I don't want to let Kitty down, and now I feel the pauperism to pass on our information to Edgar ... Er, I mean Top Dog master 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 pass their discovery. Were these nanobots passing on a pack mentality to him ?

Looking out to the narrow inlet, he saw a companion twain of SEAL bobbing up and down.

"Hey, there's Flip and Flop."

Pisces followed his eyes to see the seals, then asked,"Flip & fizzle ?"

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

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

"Have they been with us all nighttime ?"

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 weewee and wobbled it in a ` so, so'motion. The twosome 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 affront if you did n't. Having the local anaesthetic super sex toy snub his daughter, whilst Sarah, kitten, Becky and possibly the kitty are acceptable. ``

"Whaaat ? You know about them all ?"

'' Well, Sarah was obvious, as was Kitty. Becky was seen leaving the pub that one late night, then our security guard heard Becky howling yesterday after they saw you with her. We all know the kittens'repute, so they are a given, as we 've never seen them visit kitty 's so often, late at night. ''

Tom blushed, to have Pisces assure him,"Don't concern, you humans can be so prudish when it comes to sex."

It relieved Tom to feel the chill of the watercourse news leak across his legs. Looking down, he saw his nates had dulled to a translucent Zane Grey, and it now felt slack around his legs. He kicked harder and pulled at his disintegrating tail 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 consistence slide inside the rear end. With some net recoil, and tugs at the now lose outer tegument, the bum broke into rags, freeing his wooden leg. Now able-bodied to stand, Tom wiped his legs, flicking off the last remnants of his tail from him.

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

Tom felt the early daybreak tingle on his wet eubstance and tiptoed across the pebbles to his discarded clothes. Pulling on his boxer and tee shirt to warm up up, he picked up his shorts and boots to sit nigh Pisces the Fishes. He now felt fatigue creep over him as he pulled on his shorts, wind cone, and boots.

"The Nox has caught up with you ?"Pisces asked, looking aweary herself.

"Yes, I don't live how I'm going to manage today. I don't want to let pussy down, now they're busy."



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

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

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

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

Pisces the Fishes scooped up the seaweed pod and handed them to Tom, who put them in his air hole. 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. captivate him now as Margaret may also render you breakfast and you'll be able to warm up."

Even with his T-shirt on, Tom could find the early morning frisson, with the offshore cinch and with his apparel a little damp he needed warming up. He felt a little hangdog, having sex and then running off. Pisces the Fishes saw the facial expression on his face.

"Don't tone guilty Tom, you go. Mermaids don't piece of work that way, well, not until they want a pod of their own. You go, we'll meet again, don't worry."

Tom stepped over to Pisces, squat down to hug and kiss her goodbye. She shuffled backwards on her rump into deeper water as Tom walked to the stairs cut into the cliff. The higher Tom climbed up the tone, the wearier he felt, so he popped one of the seaweed cod into his mouth. Initially, it tasted salty and quite foul. The more he sucked and rolled it around with his tongue, sweetness filled his oral fissure.

At the top of the cliff, Tom turned to look back. Fish watched him as she bobbed in the body of water, flanked by summersault and Flop. She waved, and all three dived, with a swish of their shadow, as they disappeared beneath the dark undulation. He walked up to link up the way of life and headed to Captain brown's house.

With the sun still beneath the horizon, the firm in the village were still in the tint. Inner Light were on in some of the bungalow windows, and the beach was unusually empty of any fisherdogs.

Tom stood at Captain Brown's front door with his bridge player on the door titty, pausing in savvy as he gathered his nerves. 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 ... Morning, I need to see maitre d' Brown."

"Tom ? What on earth are you doing here ? ejaculate in."

Margaret led Tom through the planetary house to the kitchen at the keister, where they joined the captain, sitting at a table with a mug of tea. Captain Brown, the German shepherd like canine, looked every bit the village's top dog, even over breakfast.

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

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

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

"So what brings you here this former in the forenoon ?"

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

chieftain Brown nodded, but did n't offer his opinion. Tom was n't sure now about coming blank with what they witnessed earlier.

'' Just after midnight, I saw Balthasar meet with Brock at that beach. Not only did the talk, but he also handed Brock the leaning of equipment I 'd given him other that eventide. ``

"Are you sure it was Balthazar ?"

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

"How did you experience 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 have his smell to go on, when we know he doesn't enjoy going anywhere near any weewee and now conveniently only you have seen him, with Brock."

"No. I have a witness. We both saw them. If we go there now, you'll be able to pick up their smell 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 front of Tom. She glared at the captain, who in turn glared at Tom.

"We agreed you are supposed to be courting Becky."The maitre d'hotel hissed, keeping his voice down.

"And that is what you're mad about ?"Not the fact that your village bureaucrat is a mole, 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 okey, we've had sex several times, even yesterday afternoon ..."

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

Tom leaned across the table to hiss back at the Captain.

"And I've talked to Dylan Marlais Thomas. He wants Becky and I'm trying to ensure they collaborator up. For the commodity of the village."

Captain Robert 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 great tidings ... Come on, Tom, have some breakfast. ``

Tom reeled in electric shock, 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 contents onto the photographic plate. She returned to the table and placed it in front of Tom. Tom looked down at his breakfast, looking similar to a beef cattle Burger in dense gravy.

Tom heard paws padding into the kitchen behind him, turning he saw a sleepy Becky, yawning. The spaniel like canine smiled back at him, now looking more mature than the ill-chosen pup he met years 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 forget it and not to mouth 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 newt and Pisces. This is not to go further than this room. FOR THE GOOD OF THE VILLAGE."

The ferocity of his talking to shocked Tom, and Becky hung her head in shame. Margaret danced back to the teapot and poured Becky a cup of tea, placing it at an hollow spot. Becky sat down, then Margaret. Tom sulked like a naughty boy, his impudence burning red.

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

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

sea captain brownness reasserted himself,"Tom, there are matter going on that you don't know about, nor do they concern you. You can not address of this."

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

He stamped down the path, head down, stamping his boots in anger. Feeling his castanets aching, he popped another salty seaweed pod into his sassing. It relieved Tom to be the alone one wandering the village that early, as he reached Kitty's pub and headed for the kitchen.

It surprised older dogtooth Captain Cook, Brenda to detect Tom sitting in her kitchen drinking a cup of tea when she arrived. The feline couple, jackpot and Sarah were even more surprised, as Clair had answered when they knocked on Tom's sleeping room door, saying he had left her alone in bed at midnight, to see a man about a dog.

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

Becky walked through the threshold, surprising the three women, as she was useless in the morn 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 Viscount St. Albans on to make Viscount St. Albans drum roll, knowing that they would root on Tom up.

Becky saw their judgemental eyes but couldn't care 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 manus on his shoulders, and massaged them. Three pairs of middle watched Becky, then Tom, trying to get together the Lucy in the sky with diamonds and read what remained wordless. Brenda loaded the maiden roster with bacon and added Tom 's preferent sauce.

Becky looked at the three pairs of middle, lowered her head down and kissed Tom on the cheek,"Tom it's okay, I don't judgment ... 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 women all gasped,"Aha,"as the dots connected.

Tom's emotional ripple explosion, he stood up to snatch the roll out of Brenda's hand and went to rage out of the kitchen, but turned to vent his anger, but couldn't, not with these four, three of whom he had carnal knowledge of ... Stumped, he had to say something.

"Argh, mammals ..."He shouted and threw his hands up in the air in thwarting, turning his spinal column 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 mammals burst out laughing at their super sex toy, throwing his toy out of his pram.

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

The pair returned to the kitchen, where Brenda was preparing for node'breakfasts, and as Tom passed her, she turned to give him a motherly hug. Then Kitty and Sarah joined her to hug and kiss him on the cheek.

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

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

Tom looked at Becky, knowing he couldn't explain the substantial grounds for his ire."I'm sorry ... I've not had any quietus, so I'm just a little grumpy."

The three felines laughed, whilst Becky smiled back at him. Although his anger wasn't against them, he felt better for their support, even if they didn't know why he needed it. He decided to keep his breakthrough secret for Captain Brown. Tom gathered up eating utensil and napkins and returned to the bar area.

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

"Hi Tom, have you heard they've prognosis violent storm and they've cancelled the Clupea harangus run. So we won't be able to put your plan into activity to pull a fast one on Becky into listening to me."

"Yeah, I heard."

Tom guessed Becky could seem at any instant, so he turned to face Thomas, who kept his back to the main bar and hallway to the kitchen, whilst maintaining eye contact with Tom.

"master brownness will continue here in the small town, so it won't be so easy."

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

Tom was, but it was how he could keep Thomas talking. On cue, in his peripheral vision, Becky appeared, having heard Lowell Jackson Thomas's voice. Seeing Thomas, talking to Tom, with his backbone to her, some sixth sense encouraged her to remain in the hallway.

"Wouldn't it be wanton to just tell Becky the truth ? Captain Brown must approve or he wouldn't let you both be friends when younger."

Becky stood half hid behind the entrance 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 temper and has been jealous of the tending I've had from all the other girls in the village."

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

Tom was trying hard not to look directly at Becky, as he maintained eye contact lens with Thomas, whilst keeping her in his computer peripheral visual sensation. He could see her grinning and looking pleased, then motioned for Tom to further Dylan Marlais Thomas to say more.

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

"Do you think it could be more about her losing the top dog title if she married because she 's a bitch ? ``

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

stern Dylan Thomas, Becky's pinna twitched, and her eyes beamed at Tom. She slowly padded her way from her hiding topographic point to behind Thomas. Before he could say anything more, Becky wrapped her forelegs around him, so tightly that he couldn't wriggle free once the impact wore off, recognising her scent.

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

Becky giggled, whilst pecking a kiss on his boldness.

"You tricked me, Tom ?"

"Yes, I didn't really have a Plan B, so this was the advantageously I could come with at shortstop notice."

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

"No, Dad woke me early this break of the day, so I came down to help. Tom seems to birth many talents."

Becky relaxed her cargo hold on Norman Mattoon Thomas, but rather than pulling away, he rotated around to hold her for them to kiss. Tom left them alone and returned to the kitchen to gather more condiments to place on tables, but waited until he heard the breast door fold before returning to stop setting the tables.

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

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

"well, it seems plan ‘ B'has worked, so it wouldn't hurt to yield Plan A away ?"

Tom laid condiments out on each table, ineffective to look Becky in the eye.

"fountainhead, it involved tying you down to your family mating tree."

"Haha, you do stimulate talent, and then have 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 client filtered down for breakfasts. The two busied themselves serving, and once Edgar Guest returned to their rooms, they cleared the board. As Guest left, Tom, Becky and Sarah moved up to switch bedding and towels for the rush of new node due that afternoon.

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

'' I do n't read, you youngsters, '' Brenda told Tom.

"Sorry ?"

"Well, Becky was the grown sour kitty-cat when she started working here, for her to change mid-evening, and then to be completely unlike the following day. Today, she found out, you dumped her to float with a princess and yet she's tattle and humming songs."

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

"Don't vexation Brenda ; it will all make sensory faculty soon."

Tom wondered what the former missy in the Village would do to Saint Thomas when Becky makes it known they were now an detail. Possibly less than what Becky will do if Thomas was to back down. Well, at least Captain brown may have something to give thanks Tom for when he finds out.

The five of them all sat over a coffee and chatted. They had all noticed that Becky was felicitous and more blithe than in recent calendar month. Whenever Becky looked the former way, any of the four not in her vision would raise eyebrows, questioning the others about the change in her. All shocked whilst also enjoying the variety in her temperament.

Kitty explained that over the next few days, they would be good, with more guests expected to come over lunch, keeping them busy. As a result, she suggested them having an hour off before the rush.

With the caffeine boost, Tom pondered. An hour in bed would be nice if he could sleep, but he wanted to talk with Lucy to hear if they had any news. Becky elected to return plate for an hour. Brenda had to prepare the lunches, whilst Sarah and Kitty had paperwork to do.

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

He knocked quietly on the cover doorway, so he wouldn't surprisal Lucy. Stepping through the doorway, he found the lights on with equipment now spaced around the room, with notepaper strewn over tabular array.

There were no bubbling glass phials or smoking trash flask, nor sparking electrical apparatus to move Tom. He surveyed the room, wondering if they could induce a few flashing lights, if only to satisfy him.

It was eery being on his own, not knowing if he dare touch anything. There was naught to show if St. Peter the Apostle or Lucy were there. He wandered around, wondering if he could take vantage of being able to shower with no one around to catch him bare for a change.

Before he climbed the stair, he heard a clunk coming from above, then a groan. He halted in his caterpillar tread, as his mind ran orgy with hypothesis. He could smell Lucy and Peter's odor, but no one else, not even the weasels they saw in conclusion night. Not knowing the limits of his new smelling good sense, he couldn't bank discount he was missing something.

He stepped up the stairs, trying to head off any creaking treads so he could maintain the reward of surprise. Halfway up, he heard the padding of manus, creaking of floorboard and muffled groan.

He tried to notice which room the attacker were in and how a good deal vengeance he could play on them for harming Lucy. The moaning was more definite now. Were they punching her ? He stepped further up into the hallway above.

The bathroom door was open, as was the front bedroom threshold, leaving the rear bedroom door, muffling the auditory sensation omitted. Tom's dander were up and he was ready to crusade, not flight. He poised at the door, ready to burst forth into the room and defend Lucy, to the expiry if required.

He heard a repress thigh-slapper, and a growl, then a rhythmic cry. Like any gangster celluloid, Tom's judgment gave him a picture show of thugs working over Lucy, gagged and tied to a chair. Taking a deep breathing spell, Tom burst into the room, giving the loudest war cry he could give, hoping to blow out of the water Lucy 's assailants.

The electric shock, however, was all Tom's, as he took in the vista. His scream had the call for event, in pausing the two animals in the way. Frozen in lovemaking, Lucy and Peter turned in shock to depend at Tom, standing mid pounce, reflecting on the pair.

Peter, no longer the geeky looking canine, was mounting Lucy from behind and in mid-thrust. The white felid kitten, Lucy led face down into a pillow, with her rear in the air, her tail curved up out of the way. Sweat dampened the pair's fur and judging from the sassy litter, this was not their number 1 time or a spontaneous act.

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

Tom, changed from ‘ pouncing lion'to ‘ embarrassed man ’, standing still, bringing his palms up, to hide their predicament from his optic."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 creaking and the two whisper between themselves, neither knowing what to do. Tom didn't know the social convention, except he was in the wrong.

"I'm sorry ... So blue ... I'll go back to Kitty'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.

back downstairs, Tom was going to leave but try hand pad down the steps, with Lucy arriving behind him saying, `` Do n't go, Tom, it's okay, 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 nipples peeking through the thinly dampened fur. Lucy pointed at a chair for Tom to sit down at, as she turned her back and tried to bollocks her titty fur up.

"I'm really sorry, Lucy, I thought you were being attacked."

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

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

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

"What happened last dark, Tom ?"

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

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

"Now, you're talking in riddles."

Two duad of hand padded down the stairs and dick emerged, trying to appear chill out, but it wasn't working. Thankfully, he had calmed down enough, so there was zero intimate flagging out of his fur between his rear legs.

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

He went to the board and picked up two petite devices.

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

Tom could, but maybe, being seen to refund to the beach may upset Captain Robert Brown further. worse still, he couldn't explain to Lucy and Saint Peter why.

'' That 's fine. Lucy and I can do it. Just secernate us where. ``

Tom explained the layout of the beach, where he could set the photographic camera and where they were to be pointing. He outlined that he hoped they could catch any boats landing or the great unwashed meeting on the beach. Above all, they couldn't Tell anyone, whether about the television camera, the positioning or if they find anything.

Both nodded in agreement, quite pleased to be included in some more hole-and-corner activity. Then Lucy remembered the job at hired hand, the briny understanding why Tom would have visited.

"We've been testing, but so far there is aught untoward about the nanobots. They all are performing as they should. We can't obtain anything in their programming that is telling them to do something they shouldn't be."

Lucy looked as discomfited as Tom felt.

"That can't be. Why would anyone go through all that trouble and peril for zippo ? There must be something in the nanobots, for them to risk Pisces the Fishes life to buy them time to recover the material."

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

"pecker, can you call up any sci-fi films or books that screening this kind of scenario ?"

"You're joking ?"

Tom closed his weary eyes to think, hoping an result may come to him, but only found his body shutting down, desperate to kip. His script reached into his scoop, pulling out another seaweed pod to suck. The salty outside just didn't want to let go the sweeter Interior Department, even after he sucked harder, with no variety.

Frustrated, he bit into the pod and chewed on it, beginning to get some sweetness in his oral cavity. Before he could consider any further on the problem, his body shut down, his palpebra closed and his ramification buckled, as he blacked out.

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

Tom's body was numb all over, his limb felt like lead and his palpebra wouldn't respond. He heard a groan echo around his judgement, then a smack across his face.

'' Not so hard, Peter. You 'll ping him out. ``

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

twinkle pierced Tom 's eyes as he opened his eyelids to see Lucy bent grass over him. Feeling returned to his limbs for him to realise he was spread bird of Jove on the floor. 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 chairman, onto the floor. You've been out for five, maybe ten transactions. We were about to call for help."

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

"Talking, we just told you we had found nothing out."

Suddenly, the outcome of the lastly twelve-hours couple through Tom 's mind on fast forward. He remembered every contingent. Clair, swimming with Pisces the Fishes, seeing Balthazar, Brock, flip and Flop ( he laughed at the epithet he had given them, to invite a quizzical face from Lucy ).

His discussion with sea captain Brown that dawning, burned into his memories, Becky, breakfast, Thomas, then finding Lucy and pecker in the bedroom ...

"You were both ... You know ? ... In the bedchamber you were ..."

He pointed at Lucy, who nodded, blushing. He then remembered their conversation. The nanobots were performing as expected, but why would Brock endeavor to kill Pisces the Fishes ?

His judgement then ran through all the sci-fi film and ledger plots, again in fast forward mode. His heart glazed over as he ran through episode of Star Wars, superstar Trek and multiple record book, Zanzibar copal films, Dune, stranger and even old black and ovalbumin rodeo rider films.

"He's going again Peter, get some water."

Then he got the result, somewhere between Independence Day and an old 1960s black and lily-white film. Tom leapt to his metrical foot and walked up and down the way like an expectant sire. His arm 's gesticulating, trying to get Lucy and peter to understand.

'' bingo. I have it ... It 's not what the nanobots change, add or bend on ... it 's what they turn off, or disrupt ... it may be like a virus, turning off something ... I ca n't remember the book or film, it 's all swirling around in my read/write head ... It 's the aliens. They're going to put down the worldly concern, but they have a force out area ... ''

Lucy tried her best to decipher Tom's sped up gibber, but he wouldn't stand still, parading up and down the room, talking at a one hundred miles per hour.

"Whaaat ? What aliens, you're the alien here, remember ?"

Tom continued to pace up and down, which was now annoying Lucy. Peter stood there with a deoxyephedrine of water in his paw, ready for Tom to drink, but he wouldn't arrest in one position long enough to hand it to him.

"No, not me ... Well yes me ... But not ... I remember a Bible ... or a film ... we send in a virus ... No ... Not that one ... we shoot down them all, the Daleks ... No, cybermen ... Maybe it 's like the Borg ; they ignore us until we 're a terror ... No, not the Borg, they 'd assimilate us ... We send in a bomb, the with child we can find ... No ... Not a bomb ..."

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

Lucy and Peter were exchanging concern flavor. They had never experienced anyone so wired before. Tom was striding up and down the sofa, wearing the carpeting out with his upper. As he turned at the end of the lounge, he stopped and pointed to Lucy.

"That's it, that's the resolution. Lucy, do your mental test look for something the nanobots don't do ? Something they don't change or variety, they just turn off."

Lucy and Peter looked at each early, thinking it over. After a break, 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 nation, you would protect your weapon system but not the dictation to put you to kip ... That's what we did ; the virus put them to sleep ... What if the nanobots switch something innocent off, something uncomely that wouldn't ring alarm bells, something normal testing wouldn't option up ?"

dick nodded.

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

Lucy nodded, and the duad began looking through greenback. Tom rushed over to Peter, grabbed the empty glass, and went to the kitchen to salute several more cups to quench his hungriness. When he reappeared, the two were inscrutable in thought.

"Lucy, I'm sorry, I caught you two ... pecker, it's heavy mate ... I'm made up for you both, happy ... You're a large couple."

Tom was please, as he liked them both. Then more figure of speech 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 high as a kite ... how farseeing was I out ? I need to get back to Kitty, as they need me. ``

pecker stood in his way.

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

Tom 's bridge player shot to his pocket, pulling out some of the seaweed pods, showing them to the pair. The duad looked at each early and nodded, knowing Tom 's problem.

Lucy confirmed, `` You are prosperous to only be as high as a kite ... These are powerful when bitten into. You should only draw on them. It 's a curiosity you came around, let alone talking so fast and wearing the carpeting out. Where did you get them from ?"

'' Pisces the Fishes, we 've been out all Nox. She 's aphrodisiacal ... We swam naut mi and had great sex in the sea, but not with toss or Flop."

He looked at them proud of his resolution, but whilst Peter chuckled, Lucy frowned. The duad were not sure of much of the gibberish Tom had spoken of.

'' donjon him here, peter. I think we may get something back home that will calm him down."

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

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

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

Tom winked at an incredulous Saint Peter the Apostle, who wasn't sure whether he should take that as a compliment or be green-eyed.

Checking the room once more.

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

Then Tom sang,"Becky and Thomas sitting in a tree, K-i-s-s-i-n-g, showtime Comes dear, then comes marriage."

Tom held his finger's breadth to his lips.

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

St. Peter the Apostle reeled at the news show. Every one of their genesis thought the duad would never repair the rift between them. Tom saw the surprisal on his face and beckoned him closer.

"I tricked St. Thomas, getting him to admit his sexual love whilst Becky was eavesdropping. ''

Tom sniggered as he squinted, trying to focus on Peter, but his expression drained livid white and his head wobbled as his branch buckled beneath him. Peter caught him as he collapsed, lowering him to the level. He led him down, and raised his legs to hold back the origin in his head. Whilst the people of colour returned to his side, his eyes remained close. Although, not unconscious mind anymore, as he began to snore.

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