This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In material life, use a prophylactic, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the moron who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 5 - clucking Hell ( MF, cons, magic, safe, viol )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A calendar week ago ...

Marsha Patterson walked along the parkland path, her poodle Mookie ahead on her leash, sniffing at this and that. Marsha was up early, getting her bit of usage before heading to work. nonentity else was up so she had the park to herself. The sun was just beginning to appear on the horizon.

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

'' Hello ? '' she offered. The phantom separated from the darkness of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and Marsha could see the curvature of an hourglass figure above the pace of a self-assured woman approaching her. Mookie barked louder, almost unrestrained, moving in between her owner and the newcomer.

The strange woman stopped and looked at the poodle dog. Her eyes seemed to glow for a moment and the dog whimpered, cowering. Then the woman came closer, those glowing eyes rising to suffer Marsha's.

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

Mookie 's leash dropped to the ground and the dog ran for her life, the image of a huge, slavering three-headed mastiff in her head. She heard her schoolma'am gasp, the last audio she would ever piss in this world, but the dog kept running.

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Today ...

Detective Dianna shepherd sighed. Another weekend of going over the details of a series of missing somebody typeface with no real tip when she should get been resting, or finding some hot cleaning lady to lie with ! She was so foiled, on both sides.

She looked at the picture of Marsha Patterson. Early forties, not bad to look at, lived alone with her poodle. Had she been lesbian too ? If they had met in a bar, would they experience -- ?

She shook her head teacher. future weekend she was definitely going to go out and experience some fun.

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Demie had left after her demon baby antic had just about given me a heart attack, leaving me to doze fitfully until I had to get up for employment. Ugh, Mon again ( the day, not my buddy Mon ).

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

I kept almost nodding off in the good afternoon. Demie 's ... attending ... 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 energy for her to steal these days ?

Finally, 5 PM rolled around and I staggered out of the federal agency. Demie was n't family 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 urban center. Below, the trivial hoi polloi went about their day-to-day animation, unaware of the dangers, the brat that Banker Man kept at bay.

Banker Man took another puff of his cigarette. Bob Perkins felt like a superhero observance over the city from the roof of his work building. The wind whistled by, carrying the nicotine-laced gage from his intimation, scattering it like his dreams had when he started this job ; no, this career. He had been at it for over 8 long time now ... metre to start thought of it that way.

'' Got another, hun ? '' He quickly turned to find a beautiful womanhood right behind him in a compressed business outfit with a pencil bird. He had been alone seconds ago, and had n't heard the roof room access open.

The woman pointed at the cigarette in his hand, waggling her brow questioningly.

He shoved the cig in his oral fissure and quickly fished out his face pack and silver grey aught, the latter with a diabolical face engraved into it. It had been a gift from his big blood brother when he took the job at First Bank, a none-too-subtle joke. His parents were proud of their industrious youngest son, but his blood brother was disappointed, hoping he would do something to make the world better, not make money just to make money. Bob had kept the lighter, determined to own the joke.

He gave a cigaret to his gorgeous companion, who had cat 's eye shabu and curly auburn hair, a look he was fond to, and tried to light it for her. The fart blew it out instantly. He cupped his helping hand to try to restrain the flame alive, but it was no use. The wind had really picked up.

The woman pulled close and he breathed in her heady scent. His putz got hard quickly. Then she touched the end of her cigarette to his and breathed in, lighting hers up.

After that she did n't pull away. She looked at him with amber eyes that seemed to glow, drawing him in. His back talk went slack and his fag fell. As she moved her cigarette aside he leaned in and kissed her.

Banker Man crumpled to the basis, a facial expression of bliss on his beat face. Demie finished her sess and then disposed of the evidence, though she kept the Zippo.

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Today ...

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

'Oh son of a bitch ,'I thought, 'Demie did n't kill soul here again, did she ?'I threw my robe on and dashed into the keep room. No consistence, but the malodor was terrible and there was ... something ... sitting on my couch.

plumage covered the ... charwoman ? Her branch seemed to also be annex, and those ended in nasty looking talons, as did her feet. I could see boobs protruding out between her chest feathers, but the stench kept me from admiring those. Her boldness was harsh, leathery. `` She looks like a hundred air mile of bad road, '' my grandpa would sustain said.

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

The fauna rose up onto her metrical foot and approached me with a lumbering gait. I could practically see the stink bank line radiating from her, and did my skilful to halt still and breathe through my mouth.

She stopped a step away, sniffed me, and then spoke, seemingly with dandy difficulty, her voice a cross between a declamatory raspberry and a piano being smashed to pieces : `` DEE ... MEE ? ``

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

The creature jumped and flopped back onto the couch. Crossing her annexe arms, she looked defiantly back at me.

'' Okay ... '' I said, `` You just wait here, I guess. '' I headed back into the sleeping room and changed.

She was still there when I came back out. That tone !

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

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

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

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

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

The creature raised one backstage arm and revealed a bracelet. She touched it and suddenly she was a severely slim down charwoman in jeans, Army the boot, and a tight tank top. The leathery brass remained but now she had unkempt mousy brown hairsbreadth instead of feathers.

The smell remained, though. `` Can you please shower before we go ? I 'm no-account, but humans do n't sense like that. ``

The creature got up from the sofa and breezed by me, heading into my bedroom. I heard her mutter, `` Hmph '' as she went. Then I heard the body of water running in my bathroom. I let my breathing place out in relief.

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

love ? Why did I compose that ? She was n't dear to me ...

... or was she ? We 'd had sex quite a few clip over the final few weeks, and even with casual human relationship feelings can start up, but she was a murderous demon !

Shaking my head, I continued :'I 'm taking your bird ma'am friend to Monday 's lieu to pick up some marihuana. Here 's the destination if you want to meet us there ...'

The wench animate being left my rain shower a godawful mess but she smelled a lot better after washing up. Not cracking, but not dreadful anymore. We left my apartment and walked to Monday 's place.

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

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

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

'' Cool name ! '' Monday said to her, motioning us to sit on his cruddy couch.

Mon brought out a pre-made spliff and lit it up. After sucking down some of its green goddess he offered it to Hepzibah. She took it, sniffed it, and then brought it to her own sass, parroting ( ha ) what Monday did.

I did n't cognize what to expect. If pot worked on demons it might work on this weird doll lady too.

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

Was he -- ? Yes he was. Mon was hitting on the smelly bird lady.

Even weirder, she seemed to be responding favorably. As Mon rubbed her back with his manus she started making a cooing sound, like a huge pigeon.

This was too eldritch for me. I sucked on the butterball, gave it back to Monday, and then headed to the washroom to contract a leak. When I came back out the living elbow room was hollow, and Monday 's bedroom threshold was closed.

Oh sin no ! I banged on the threshold until Monday opened it, all pissed off.

'' fop ! '' he said, `` Do n't cock-block me ! You two are n't `` together '' together, right ? ``

I shuddered. `` NO ! '' I said a little too forcefully, `` But she 's not what you think ... ''

Monday looked over his shoulder at Hepzibah sitting on his bed. `` Do n't care dandy. '' As he started to shut the door in my grimace I held it open.

'' At to the lowest degree wrap it up, okay ? '' I suggested. I did n't have sex what was going to happen, but I did n't want my buddy catching some sort of netherworld VD.

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

I spent the next 15 transactions trying not to mind to the illegitimate enterprise on the other side of that doorway. Monday groaning, Hepzibah ... clucking ? Then she was shrieking, and I heard Monday yell out, `` Yea-AAHHH ! ``

I was almost at the bedroom threshold when I heard Mon name out, `` Holy Irish bull woman ! You like it rough, huh ? Well, two can play at that game ! '' Then I heard something hit the far bulwark, followed by a screech of ... joy ? ... from her. `` Woooo ! '' Monday cried out, and then there was the sound of a lamp breaking.

I slowly sat back down on the sofa and waited, shaking my head and trying not to reckon of Mon sticking his hawkshaw into that disgust creature. I was n't successful. I felt ill.

Finally the ruckus calmed down. I poked my oral sex into Monday 's bedroom to witness the entire elbow room in Chaos, piece of furniture scattered and/or broken.

Hepzibah was lying in the crook of Mon 's shoulder, snuggling up to him and making that cooing audio again. Mon had a huge grin on his human face but his chest was tiger striped, blood dripping onto the tattered stiff of his bed mainsheet. 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 face at Mon. `` You fucked a hellcat and you 're still animated ? I 'm instill ! ``

Monday barely managed to swipe his capitulum. `` yell me ? '' he said weakly as the two char left. I called an ambulance.

To be continued ...