Diogenes Takes Control
#5 of The Life of Diogenes
Diogenes
decided to take a break. He was rather pleased with himself. If what the residents here were telling him
was true, he could finally make a difference to someone's life. True, he was
still determining how real this world was, but from the way it made him feel,
he found it hard to disregard as entirely make believe. He knew his old dreams,
though they were foggy, and they never had the strength of realism this place
had. It was like his dreams were only pale images of what was going on around
him now. Dragons!
Lions! Cartoony characters he would never have dreamed of as sexual playthings.
People certainly had a lot of fantasies he had never ever considered before.
But now... That got him thinking of his Kakhra. She was based on his cat. He
hoped someone was taking care of her during his, uh, absence. She had a feeder
and a big litter box, but that wouldn't hold her forever. His
thoughts seemed to react with his environment. The leopardess appeared out of
nowhere. "Yes
master!" Her voice was all bounce and mirth. "Sorry.
I was just thinking about my cat. I didn't mean to disturb you." The
leopardess stretched and extended her claws, examining each one minutely. "I
hope she'll be fine. But here I'm your cat, master!" "Don't
call me that. I'm not your master." "True,
you did set me free. But I owe my being to you, and my freedom. I guess I don't
know what to do without you. But I do know what to do with you! They don't call
felines pussies for nothing!" Diogenes
laughed long and hard. He had never felt so free as he did here. It was like
founding his own country and setting his own rules. The only problem he could
foresee was that he had no idea how many subjects he would eventually have. It
depended on so many factors. Heck, they might not even be limited to animal
forms. There could, and probably was, human forms, and plants forms, and fish,
and whales and... He had
to wonder what a plant form might be. But he didn't wonder to hard. Who knows
what might pop up. He wasn't sure he was ready for that just yet. He took up
his old mistress on her offer, and they spent a lot of time enjoying each
other's company. They talked in the afterglow of their encounter. "So my
lovely dark mistress; how am I to set everyone free? I hardly would like to
think I must have sex with them to accomplish something so noble!" The
leopardess snuggled in close. "Me too. I'd like to keep you for myself. But I
can't answer that. You are an anomaly here, and as such, the normal rules don't
apply. I don't even think they exist for you." So
you're saying I could just as easily make you a human?" He didn't wait to hear
her reply. She was suddenly a dark human girl, with dark pattern skin, green
eyes, and luxurious black hair. She felt the change, but lacking a mirror, she
could only imagine what she looked like. He did her the favor of producing a
mirror. "Roaw!
This isn't as bad as I imagined! And I still feel like me!" He was
looking her over. "I have good taste! " And so saying that, turned her back. "I
find I prefer things pretty much as they are. I'm glad the three boys didn't
mind the upgrade to their appearance. They seemed a little too innocent looking
for this place and all they had been through." Kakhra
stared in the mirror again. "You know, I don't think I've ever had this perspective
on how I looked. I am lovely!" "Of
course you are. Why wouldn't you be?" "Not
everyone here has been so kindly graced. You have kindness in your heart. Not
all creators are created equal." That
got him thinking. Who would want an ugly dream partner? What would be
considered ugly? He had to think what he, Diogenes Smith, would view as
unpleasant. The
funny thing was, while he had aesthetically pleasing taste, he found the only
things he didn't like were bad people, and therefore, bad intentions and
actions. Besides, he could do a makeover to anyone here. "Kakhra,
how would a person differentiate a creator from a, well, whatever you are?" "They
would normally be the only ones initiating physical contact, but you have
blurred the lines now. Why?" "I
would like to look in on some of their doings. It seems that there are a few
people out in the world who need to be taught a lesson!" She
shrunk back from him. "Are you suggesting that we hunt down the creators?" "Only
those that are here and now. I won't bother anyone who is behaving, but if I
find someone abusing another person from this world, I'll deal with them
myself." "But
can you affect another creator?" "I
guess there's one way to find out!" So off
they went in search of a creator. He had no idea how to begin, but Kakhra did.
Soon they found an old man happily plugging away on the ass of an ass. As they
both seemed happy with their little act, they were left undisturbed. The
leopardess explained the two. "The creator Is an old farmer, and he has always
had a thing for his animals, but was afraid of showing it. Here he can do
whatever he likes, but he is always kind. Sometimes I think that his servants
here are actually his real animal, if that's possible. Diogenes had no idea if
that was or wasn't. After a
few unsuccessful attempts, they found the most horrific of scenes. A beautiful
unicorn, all white, with a lovely flowing tail and main, was chained in a
stinking stable. Behind her was an ogre, obviously the real inward appearance
of her creator, despite what he might look like in the other world. The things
he was doing were unspeakable, leastwise for poor Diogenes. He couldn't imagine doing what he saw to
merely humiliate and degrade a person, even one that might not be real. He balled
up his paws into rock solid fists and strode into the scene. The ogre, with its
characteristic stupidity, gazed at him in confusion. The tiger ended his slow
working mental processes with a fist to the head. The beast fell to the floor
unconscious. The
unicorn was hardly excited. For all she knew this was some worse dream
concocted to make her life even more horrible. She could just imagine the claws
sinking into her flanks as this huge (handsome, but savage looking) beast
repeating raped her. It would only be different in that at least this abuser
had some looks. She
knew she was right when he approached her from the rear. She didn't even have
the strength to lift her tail in submission. Then she heard the chains rattle.
Then she heard a rending of metal as the chains snapped. She looked back to see
the tiger tearing the manacles on her legs. She felt a slight thrill. When he
got to her front and did the same there, she gave him a lick. "Thank
you, but I think you're wasting your time. I don't know who you are, but you
can't get away with attacking a creator!" "That's
no creator. That's a molester; a filthy nasty excuse for an intelligent being!" "Perhaps,
but when he awakens, I'll be back in my chains again." Diogenes
looked at the ogre. He was snoring, which make him wonder just what condition
the creator was in right now. Sleeping in a dream? He had done that, and
figured once you were in a dream, simple things like this meant nothing. He
walked around the ugly beast. He wanted to teach this guy a lesson, but how?
Abusing an ogre hardly seemed like a practical thing to do. Especially a male
ogre... The
creator finally woke up, in the dream. Apparently getting knocked unconscious
in a dream was enough to keep you out in real life. He was dazed, and trying to
comprehend why he was bent over. His hands were on the ground...except his hands
weren't hands. They were hooves. And in front of him stood his pretty unicorn.
Except that he slowly came to see that it was in fact a mirror. He was now the
unicorn. His four legs were shackled and he could plainly see the terror
developing in his own eyes. That
fear increased when a tiger came into view. He had never seen anything like
this before. And the thing talked!" "I
don't like you. It's nothing personal, because I don't know who you are. But I
think that if you're going to dish out punishment where none is deserved, you
should be able to take it. I had a conversation with Marelyn and... He paused
because the other creator had a blank look on his face. "You
mean you created her and you never even knew her name? I find that to be
unforgivable. I wasn't clear on my own creation, but I didn't torture her in
any way. In fact, I think in my own way I love her." Kakhra wasn't in sight,
but he heard her voice. "I heard that!" She sounded excited. He
ignored her. "So as you see, you are now in Marelyn's shoes. I think that maybe
you need a dose of what you've been giving her. I don't personally have time to
dole out the proper punishment, but I have been granted the right to first
blood. Have you ever seen a real tiger's cock before?" The
creator shook his head. "Well,
you might think that it looks like this," he said, willing his slightly
oversized cock into view. "But you'd be wrong. All felines have a rather nasty
barb system. It looks like this." He adjusted it to look almost like a real
tigers. "Kind of ugly, isn't it? Don't worry. I won't use it on you." The
other creator could see the terror in his own eyes dissipate. "No,
you see, I think a combination of the two is in order for you. And just so you
know, at the beginning here, your present form is a virgin, just like you
dreamt up for Marelyn each and every time. That means I'll have the pleasure of
breaking you open and making you bleed. I think that should give you a taste of
what you've been doing to others." The
terror in his eyes increased tenfold. Diogenes
wasn't sure he had it in him to be cruel. But after what he had witnessed, he
found it less being cruel than getting even. The bible said an eye for an eye,
so his method of punishment was fitting. He was debating whether his
participation was appropriate. Part of him was afraid he would be into it too
much, leading him down a one way path. Then he smiled. That might be, for only
those who deserved it. Steeling
himself, Diogenes grabbed the "mare's" tail and immediately found himself a little
too short to reach. The ogre had been pretty big and tall. He considered a
moment before choosing to shrink the mare. After all, when he was done, there
would others to take his place. A smaller equine might be appealing to them. He
lined up and slammed his cock in. He actually winced, for he knew the spine
coated piece of meat was going to hurt...the mare. The creator let loose a whinny
that was painful on the ears. The tiger just kept pushing it in until his
striped belly fur was smack dab against the mare's haunches. He found to his
dismay that his present cock wasn't nearly as sensitive as the one he had been
sporting. Apparently it was producing some pretty intense feelings in his
unwilling partner. The
unicorn was violently trying to break free. It was amazing how those who could
dish it out couldn't take it. The subdued creator would have been better
holding still. All that wiggling was making the tiger all the hornier. He
decided he had better get this over with. It was meant as a punishment, not a
self gratification for himself. He
could already feel the blood dripping down, and despite knowing that it wasn't
quite real, he still felt it was unnerving. It did seem to help with reducing
the friction just a little. He could have fixed that himself, but remained
firmly entrenched in his plan. He sunk his claws into the rump of the unicorn
and pounded away. After a while, he willed his ears to grow deaf so he didn't
have to listen to the pitiful noise. The
trembling from the equine body was translating into a whole different set of
sensations. Diogenes started to really put hip thrusts into his movements,
grinding upwards with preternatural force. Soon the rear hooves of the unicorn
were lifted off the floor with each thrust. Even with his paws holding the back
end, his violence was taking precedence. Finally, with a huge roar, he slammed
it in with the speed of a cheetah, leaving no doubt he was getting off on his
duty. He held
still while he filled up the bruised and bleeding insides of the mare, claws
digging in but not breaking the skin. He could feel the strong pulses of his
balls pumping hot fluid into the quivering equine body. Diogenes almost felt
bad, but not enough to discontinue his punishment for the creator. This was,
after all, only the warm up. He
pulled out slowly, prolonging the contact between soft equine flesh and stick
bristly penis. The mare was stomping its feet and its teeth were chattering.
When the tip of his cock came out, the mare nearly collapsed on the floor. "Now
you know what you've been doing. It's not fun, is it?" He
stepped away and whispered into the shadows. "You're turn!" Out
stepped Marelyn. Only now, instead of a pretty white unicorn mare, she was a
huge, fire eyed, black coated demon of a unicorn, thanks to Diogenes. "How long
do I have?" "Who's
counting? I say until you grow tired of it is soon enough." "Grow
tired? You have a lot to learn. We never grow tired!"<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> The two
doctors were comparing notes. "This is most unusual! I wonder if there is some
kind of new virus going around." "He's
been tested. It's much like that other case, that Smith fellow. Coma with no
known injury, with the rapid heart rate and involuntary muscle movement. The
only difference in this fellow is the persistent bleeding from the rectum.
There doesn't seem to be a reason for it, but it acts like trauma. It reminds
me of the skin lesions on Mr. Smith." "Curious
indeed. We'll run him through the scanner and see what shows up. Otherwise,
we'll keep him under observation for as long as necessary."