This is a story of cursory, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In genuine biography, use a rubber, damnit ! Unwanted baby, HIV and all sorting of lesser sexual diseases await the half-wit who `` dips his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I aspiration of Demie 5 - Clucking Hell ( MF, cons, magic, safe, viol )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A workweek ago ...

Marsha Patterson walked along the park itinerary, her poodle Mookie ahead on her lead, sniffing at this and that. Marsha was up early, getting her bit of exercise before heading to puzzle out. cypher else was up so she had the ballpark to herself. The sun was just beginning to appear on the horizon.

She was lost in idea and did n't point out anything wrong until Mookie started to bark. Marsha peered into the tree. There was a shadow there, definitely female.

'' how-do-you-do ? '' she offered. The phantom separated from the darkness of the tree and Marsha could see the breaking ball of an hourglass figure above the gait of a self-assured woman approaching her. Mookie barked louder, almost phrenetic, moving in between her owner and the newcomer.

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

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

Mookie 's collar dropped to the priming and the dog ran for her life, the ikon of a huge, slavering three-headed mastiff in her head. She heard her mistress pant, the last sound she would ever construct in this world, but the dog kept running.

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Today ...

Detective Dianna sheepherder sighed. Another weekend of going over the details of a series of missing persons cases with no very jumper cable when she should suffer been resting, or finding some hot woman to sleep together ! She was so frustrated, on both sides.

She looked at the photo of Marsha Patterson. betimes forty, not bad to reckon at, lived alone with her poodle. Had she been lesbian too ? If they had met in a bar, would they stimulate -- ?

She shook her chief. future weekend she was definitely going to go out and bear some fun.

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

My work day went by slowly. Carrie passed my kiosk and almost looked like she was going to mouth to me, but then she continued on. Or did she have some commercial enterprise nearby and it was just my imagination ? 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 necessitate 18 hr of sleep after she jumped me anymore. Did that mean that I was getting used to her, her to me, or did I just have less energy for her to steal these daylight ?

Finally, 5 PM rolled around and I staggered out of the part. Demie was n't home when I got back, so I undressed, got into bed, and fell right to sleep.

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A week-and-a-half ago ...

Banker Man looked out over the city -- his city. Below, the piffling masses went about their daily lives, unaware of the peril, the terrors 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 construction. The wind whistled by, carrying the nicotine-laced fume from his breath, scattering it like his dreaming had when he started this job ; no, this career. He had been at it for over 8 age now ... clip to jump thinking of it that way.

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

The cleaning woman pointed at the fag in his hand, waggling her eyebrows questioningly.

He shoved the cig in his rima oris and quickly fished out his pack and silver aught, the latter with a devilish face engraved into it. It had been a talent from his big buddy when he took the job at offset banking concern, a none-too-subtle prank. His parents were proud of their gumptious youngest son, but his brother was disappointed, hoping he would do something to defecate the Earth better, not construct money just to throw money. Bob had kept the lighter, determined to own the joke.

He gave a cigarette to his gorgeous fellow, who had cat 's eye chalk and curly auburn hair, a look he was partial to, and tried to light up it for her. The wind blew it out instantly. He cupped his bridge player to try to continue the flaming alive, but it was no use. The hint had really picked up.

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

After that she did n't perpetrate away. She looked at him with amber eyes that seemed to beam, drawing him in. His mouth went morass and his cigarette fell. As she moved her cigarette aside he leaned in and kissed her.

Banker Man crumpled to the earth, a look of bliss on his absolutely cheek. Demie finished her bullet and then disposed of the evidence, though she kept the Zippo.

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Today ...

I woke up to a awful fetor, making my olfactory organ wrinkle as I sat up. What was that ? It seemed to be coming from the living room.

'Oh shit ,'I thought, 'Demie did n't kill individual here again, did she ?'I threw my robe on and dashed into the living room. No body, but the malodour was terrible and there was ... something ... sitting on my couch.

feathering covered the ... woman ? Her blazon seemed to also be wings, and those ended in nasty looking talons, as did her feet. I could see boobs protruding out between her bureau plume, but the stink kept me from admiring those. Her face was harsh, leathery. `` She looks like a hundred sea mile of bad road, '' my grandpa would have said.

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

The puppet rose up onto her understructure and approached me with a lumbering gait. I could practically see the stink crease radiating from her, and did my best to hold still and breathe through my mouth.

She stopped a footfall away, sniffed me, and then spoke, seemingly with great trouble, her vocalization a interbreeding between a expectant bird 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 wing arms, she looked defiantly back at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The creature raised one annexe arm and revealed a bracelet. She touched it and suddenly she was a severely slim woman in dungaree, U. S. Army rush, and a plastered tankful top. The coriaceous typeface remained but now she had unkempt mouselike brown whisker instead of feathers.

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

The fauna got up from the couch and breezed by me, heading into my chamber. I heard her mutter, `` Hmph '' as she went. Then I heard the urine running in my bathroom. I let my breathing spell out in relief.

I wrote Demie a short letter : '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 time over the lowest few weeks, and even with casual relationships smell can startle up, but she was a homicidal fiend !

quivering my headland, I continued :'I 'm taking your bird gentlewoman friend to Monday 's berth to pick up some ganja. Here 's the destination if you want to meet us there ...'

The bird fauna left my shower a godawful mess but she smelled a lot better after washing up. Not groovy, but not terrible anymore. We left my flat and walked to Monday 's place.

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

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

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

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

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

I did n't know what to expect. If pot worked on ogre it might mold on this weird bird Lady too.

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

Was he -- ? Yes he was. Monday was hitting on the ill-scented dame lady.

Even weirder, she seemed to be responding favorably. As Monday rubbed her book binding with his hand she started making a cooing sound, like a Brobdingnagian pigeon.

This was too uncanny for me. I sucked on the fatty, gave it back to Monday, and then headed to the washroom to need a leak. When I came back out the support room was empty, and Mon 's bedchamber room access was closed.

Oh HELL no ! I banged on the door 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 at Hepzibah sitting on his bed. `` Do n't deal dude. '' As he started to close the door in my face I held it open.

'' At least wrap it up, okay ? '' I suggested. I did n't get laid what was going to happen, but I did n't need my buddy catching some sort of Hell VD.

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

I spent the succeeding 15 minutes trying not to listen to the racket on the other English 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 Monday call out, `` holy shit woman ! You like it rough, huh ? Well, two can bring at that game ! '' Then I heard something hit the far wall, followed by a shriek of ... joy ? ... from her. `` Woooo ! '' Monday cried out, and then there was the sound of a lamp breaking.

I slowly sat back down on the sofa and waited, shaking my head and trying not to think of Monday sticking his dick into that disgusting tool. I was n't successful. I felt ill.

Finally the ruckus calmed down. I poked my head into Monday 's sleeping room to find the integral elbow room in bedlam, article of furniture scattered and/or broken.

Hepzibah was lying in the shepherd's crook of Monday 's shoulder, snuggling up to him and making that cooing sound again. Monday had a huge grin on his face but his chest was tiger uncase, pedigree dripping onto the tattered cadaver of his bed sheets. Both of them were naked, though Hepzibah still looked human.

I backed out of the room.

Thankfully, Demie showed up a few minute 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 champion a big hug.

Demie turned to look at Monday. `` You fucked a harpy and you 're still alive ? I 'm print ! ``

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

To be continued ...