Mr Smith Finds Room for Two
#7 of The Life of Diogenes
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"Hello Madame Voltura. I see you've
made friends. Good!""Mistress, I'm so sorry. I, I,
I..." But the
elvish looking woman was looking at the two other felines. "How
lovely are you two! And my, what a big strong handsome tiger you are! Too bad you belong to
someone else. I never took the time to get acquainted with the male of any
species. They are such brutes and pigs in my world." Diogenes
cleared his throat. He felt like a kid in the candy jar, having just got caught filching a piece.
There was an uncomfortable silence. The woman smiled. "If you
think I'm angry, please note that I am not. What would I do if I was? Punish
you?" Kakhra,
figuring someone had to talk, stepped forward. "We are so very sorry milady. I
am a denizen of this world, but he is not." She
looked a little close at him. "No? He suits this place well. Do you have a
name?" "Diogenes
ma'am. Diogenes Smith." "Smith?
How very bland. At least your mother had the grace to give you an unusual first
name to offset the commonality of your surname." "And
you are?" "Dying." Madame
Voltura screamed. "No!" "Oh
hush dear. We both knew this day would come. It comes for all of us. I was
coming to tell you, and to release you if I could." "Mistress
no! I'll not have you go!" "I
would stay if I could...you know that. But I am what I am. And speaking of that;
what are you exactly Mr. Smith?" "A
person?" "Very
funny. You seem an anomaly here. Why were you engaged as you were with my
creation? I am not angry, mind you. It's nice to see her getting out and
exploring. But what you three were doing is, as far as I know, impossible.
Trust me, I have seen others I'd like to bed, even males such as yourself. This
world is full of sensuality." "I
really can't answer that properly. Kakhra is my creation. I came here... Well, I
don't know. I have no idea what happened to me in real life. Before, I only
ever came here when dreaming. But it was never this real before. And I can do
things.' "What
things?" Kakhra
blurted it out. "He can free us for our commitments to our creators, he can
modify this world and all in it as he wishes, and he can even control other
creators!" "Control
other creators? This is not good." "Why
not?" he demanded. "You
silly, stupid man. This world is only a dream, no matter how real you make it
seem. People come here for many reasons. Sometimes those reaons are pure, and
sometimes they are not. But who are you to judge what someone does in their own
dreams?" "Well
for one, I don't like torture." "Nor do
I. I take it you found something you disapproved of and did something about
it?" "Yes." "An
what if I did something you didn't approve of?" Well,
uh. I don't think you could. I mean, you're so beautiful!" "How I
look on the outside has nothing to do with what is on the inside Mr. Smith.
Take me to this person you found to be so disagreeable." He
hesitated, not wanting her to see what he had done. He suddenly felt very
small. "Mr.
Smith, I am eighty seven years old. I doubt you are even close. If you want an
idea of who you're messing with, allow me to show you." She
grew and changed into the most horrific, red-skinned demon. She stood towering
over the three of them, snorting smoke. Her voice grew deep and threatening.
"You see Mr. Smith, we all have dark sides. Here, we can express them harmless
to the people we live with, and eat with, and work with. Can you imagine the
world if we didn't have a place to vent." He
nodded and in a flash, all three were back where they had first found the ogre
and the unicorn. The elf was back to being an elf. She look upon a rather nasty scene. It was the creator who was chained down, and the other was
working him over in much the same fashion he had done to her. Their places had
been swapped from his original fanatsy. "Oh
dear. Is that you Mr. Montgomery?" The
unicorn nodded it's head. "I told you you need to deal with your wife in a
better fashion. Now this other gentleman has gone and reversed your situation
here. I'm so sorry!" The
unicorn finally found its voice. "Believe it or not, this is better! I feel bad
taking out my frustrations on this here sweet creature of mine. So we are
presently evening the score. I hope I don't wake up for another three days!" "Are
you sure Mr. Montgomery? I don't think this other gentleman, Mr. Smith, quite
had the right to punish you in this manner." "Smith?
The tiger? He made his point early on. He was right. If I ever get out of here
again, I'm going to tell my wife just what she can do with herself. I was
simple transferring my aggression here, instead of standing up to my problems.
Marelyn deserves so much more!" The
woman glanced at the black stallion. "Mr. Smith dear, are you going around
changing people's genders too? You had better reign in such power. You'll have
everyone turned on their heads in no time. Of course, I can't stop you, but I
would counsel you to be careful. This world is very complex. Your answer is to
bring it in line with your own beliefs and feelings. That is simply not fair." He
lowered his head. "I didn't mean to do anything wrong." "Many
of us don't. It's no excuse. Release Mr. Montgomery and his creation." "She is
already. What she does, she does out of her own free will." With a flash, the
shackles were gone. "Now
change him back." The unicorn
spoke up. "Could we wait a bit please? I was just getting into this. It's way
more fun than what I was doing before." He sounded hopeful."Oh Mr. Montgomery, if that's the
way you want it, who am I to argue? Just don't stay too long. A body will waste
away if you spend too much time here." "And
that would be bad? Let the old biddy deal with things." But he took her warning
to heart. "Mr
Smith?" "Yes?" "You
are a remarkable man. Are you an artist or a writer?" "No. I was tailored to work in an office.
Imagination was pretty much beaten out of me at an early age." "But not
entirely. It seems to me that you are something special. No one has ever had as
much power here as you do. That could prove to be dangerous." "Might
I ask how?" "You
may. But I will not tell you. Until you show better judgment, I will decline in
answering your question." "Hmmph.
A lot of good that will do me when you die. You'll take the answer with you." "Why
Mr. Smith, you are much wiser than you first appear. Indeed. So I will offer
you a trade." "What
for what?" "I am
dying as we speak. In my unconsciousness, I have traveled here to say goodbye.
This has been a source of happiness for me for years. Now, I must lose it. I
doubt there will be anything left of me to remember it, but for now, my
departure brings me sadness." "And?" "And? I
liked to stay here forever." "So
stay." "No one
can do that Mr. Smith. Until now, I thought it was impossible. But you...in you
there is a glimmer of hope. So if you try and keep me here, I will guide you in
the use of your power." He
created a chair out of nothingness and sat down. "I like the way you think. But
I am uncertain how I would go about doing that." "Me
either." "And..." "And, I
want something else. But I will not demand it." "What?" "You
said you've never had a male before. I'm male..." "Why
Mr. Smith! You're so forward! You've got yourself a deal. Just remember, in
real life, I'm a wrinkled old crone." "And in
real life, I'm a balding, nothing-to-look-at accountant. It's what we are here
that counts." "That
may be. But you had best worry about what you're going to do for me right now Mr.
Smith. I can feel my heartbeat slowing." He
froze. He had no idea what to do. He suddenly panicked. Then, in a moment of
desperation, he made a motion. The elfish woman screamed and twisted into his
body. She disappeared into his massive tiger frame." Voltura
raced forward and beat on him. "What did you do?" Before
he could react, the lady stepped from his body. It was the freakiest thing he
had ever felt. "You're
either brilliant Mr. Smith or you're the biggest fool in the world." "What
did I do?" She
snorted. "You don't even know? Men. Shoot first and ask questions later. You
just absorbed me into your body. Your real body! If you ever leave here and
wake up back in the real world, you'll take me with you...you idiot!" Even as
she was saying this, he could feel the connection. "Sorry." "What
is done is done. I have an open mind to new things. I hope you do to." "What do you mean?" "You
see Voltura there?" The
feline took a bow. "Yes,
of course." "Look
at her. She is as perfect for my needs as anyone could be. But she isn't
everything wrapped into one. She has faults, and does not embody perfection. Perfection is an
endless pursuit. So what you need to do is to quit trying to change things to please
yourself. You can choose to please others, if that's your choice, but never the
other way around...not unless you ask them first. You may find that this world
has a lot to offer you...and you'll never grow bored, if you take everyone as they
are. Do that, and they will do the same for you." "But
everyone already seems to know about my power. Everyone will want me and
they'll be willing to do anything for me to help them." "I'm
sure that is so. Denying them help would be wrong, but be careful what you help
brings. There must alays be rules here or the fabric of it will break apart,
like a canvas in a thunderstorm." "Occupational
hazard?" She smiled, knowing what he meant. "Painting
is a passion. So yes, I've lost a few to the elements." "You
know, I've never asked your name." "No you
haven't" Silence. "Well?' "Well...what's
your name, if I might ask?" "You
might." "Might
what?" he said, getting flabbergasted"You might ask my name.""Oh never mind. You're one of those
people aren't you?""Yes I am. And you will learn to
appreciate it too."He was very precise in his next
question. "Are we going to connect as humans, or as we are?""Mr. Smith, you are very
impertinent. What's wrong with an elf
and a tiger?""Nothing I guess. It's just that I
can make allowances if necessary.""No such thing! It's you and I as
we presently are. That is what I got myself in for and that is what I will
carry through with. ""If you say so ma'am. I easily out
weight you.""So confident! Just how many of the
beings here have you already corrupted?""Corrupted. I've set them free! Is that wrong?""Oh, we'll talk about it later.
Maybe then you'll be a little more informed. Be it understood that I have no
reservations about coupling with you. I have lived my life, so if I happen to
die here, by any means, it will be no great loss." Then she paused."Mr. Smith? Is there a Mrs. Smith?""No.""I didn't think so. You have a lot
to learn about women. For example, if a woman tells you she'll go to bed with
you, you don't debate her on fine points. Unless you don't find me attractive?"He about choked. "No, no, no!
You're so lovely you make my eyes hurt."She batted her eyes. "Now that's
better. A little flattery will go a long way.""It wasn't flattery. It was
honesty." She
smiled even broader. "All the better then Mr. Smith." "Diogenes.
Please call me Diogenes." "If you
insist. I guess you at least found an honest woman." His
eyebrows went up, but he said nothing. At a loss, he made a mental image of a
forest, one with smooth tree trunks, hanging gray moss, and carpets of flowers
and ferns. In the next instant, it was there. They were the only ones standing
in it. "Very
nice! I take it you were looking for a suitable place for our rendezvous. It
seems a bit trite, but we can go with it." "If you
have a better idea..." He let the thought trail off. "As a
matter of fact..." In the next instant the place grew dark. When he light
returned, it was a sumptuous Art Deco hotel room, complete with wet bar, satin
sheets, music and a view overlooking a large metropolitan city. "Really?"
he asked. "Certainly.
Haven't you ever wanted to travel back into the past? Here you can. Sure it's
not real, but who cares?" "A
tiger and an elf in a hotel room making out in what? The 1920s? I must say, it's beyond my ability
to think up. So why not?" "Good!"
In one fluid movement she doffed her clothing. It hit the floor with barely a
whisper. Her real body was old and dead, or at least dying now without her, but
here she was as exquisite as sculpted alabaster. The only touch of true colors
were the rosy nipples and the lightly color patch of crotch hair. While the
long hair on her head was nearly white, that between her legs was a cropped
patch of pale emerald green. As a
tiger, he wasn't obliged to wear clothing here. His fur was sufficient. So he
had nothing to remove. But Voltura's demonstration had been correct. There was
something to be said for giving a show. Still, the elf was fascinating in her
own right. He hoped she could really handle what he could give. She lay
on the bed and motioned to him. "Don't waste time. I have no idea how much I
now have, but thanks to you, I have more than I did before. And while time here
is relative, in the real world, it ticks by inexorably. If your body dies, I
can't say what will become of us. So make this good Mr. Smith." He felt
out of place, but did as he was directed. He could smell her as he climbed on
top, straddling her to keep his massive weight off her delicate frame. She
evoked memories of woodlands and greenery. It was such a sharp contract to
their surroundings. But he didn't argue. What he had to figure out was how to
initiate their tryst. She
saved him the agonizing decision. She reached up and with a strength that
surprised him, she pulled him down. She leaned into his whiskered face and
kissed him. "Hmm.
Not too different from Voltura, if a little bigger. And you do have a unique
male smell to you. I find it exotic." Her
hands traveled down his belly to his crotch. He couldn't help himself. His cock
sprang forth with a will of its own. Her
gentle hands cupped it and stroked it with an assured touch. "I'm
surprised. I thought most males preferred the rule of bigger is better. While
I'm sure this is bigger than what you have in real life, I think it will be
just perfect." "Don't
you mean purrrrrfect?" he teased. "Perhaps
I do." He suddenly felt his cock grow so rigid it hurt. Her hands seemed to
have electricity running through them. His passion for her jumped to unlimited
bounds. He was aware that she had done something, but he wasn't sure just what
that had been. Like he
needed extra help in feeling horny! His only reason for ever coming here in his
dreams was to wake up in the real wrold and need to wash the sheets. That made
him wonder what was going on with his real body, where ever it was. But he didn't
wonder too much. There was too much going on here. Her
body seemed small and fragile underneath his. Her arms however, had the
strength of his. She pulled up her knees and pulled him down. "I doubt you'll
hurt me big guy. So don't go easy on me!" He had
his orders. Forgoing any diplomacy or decorum, he kneed her legs wide open and
pushed in. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as his cock split apart her
lips and penetrated into her pink depths. It dawned on him that while it seemed
only marginally different from anything else he had so far done here, the fact
that this was a real person, albeit in the dream world, it was more like he was
really having sex with an actual person. He found it somehow more exciting. She
gasped involuntarily as his cock stretched her tight. Having played with toys
in partnership with her creation, this woman now found that having a real male, who in essence
was now in charge, was quite different. She nearly cried out, in part because
of the discomfort, but mostly because she herself was no longer in control. Her
heart speed up and her pulse quickened. If she had been in her real body, it would have been too much for it to handle. However, she was a woman of her word.
She'd ride it out until the end. Diogenes
pushed in hard, wondering belatedly if she had a maidenhead. Apparently she did
not, despite being a virgin in real life. Here, obviously, she wasn't; not
precisely. So if there had been anything to worry about, it hardly made a
difference. He dug his claws into the bed and pulled his whole body into his
effort to sink in deep. He hit bottom and ended up pushing her whole body
forward a few inches. He only stopped when he heard her suck in a breath
through clenched teeth. "Sorry." "Nonsense.
I can take it. It's just that... Well, this is new for me. I suppose you must
feel something through that cock of yours..." He
mentally scratched his head. "Of course I do. Much like I'd hope to think you
do inside you." She
sighed. "You see, a strap on is just a strap on. Only the other person can
feel anything significant." "Oh, I
see." He considered a moment before trying something unusual. In the next, she
let out a groan. "What
did you do?" "I
have merged our pleasures into one. What I feel, you feel. What you feel, I
feel. I figured we're in the same body right now, so we might as well act as
one. Don't you agree?" She
concentrated on the sensations surrounding his cock. No wonder guys were always
trying to have sex! She often had similar feelings inside her, but she could
feel that there was a constant urgency inside his male body. It was a
biological imperative. It was very nearly the driving force in his life,
whether he recognized it or not. He
sucked in a breath. He suddenly felt a presence inside him that was very
unfamiliar. It took a moment to recognize that is was his cock inside her. She
was taut from having his disproportionate cock inside her. So what was great
for him wasn't quite the same for her. That was good to know. She
noticed the same thing. It was no wonder there was often trouble in the
bedroom. Her friends had regaled her with tales of their husbands; how some
were great and others flops. Communication seemed to make the difference
between the two groups. She went to open her mouth. He beat her. She could feel
his size drop marginally. He stopped right where she thought it was perfect. "It's
like you read my mind!" He got
a huge tiger smile. "Yes, it is, isn't it?" He
pushed against her again, shoving himself in tight and forcing her body upwards
on the bed. She retaliated by pushing against the headboard and forcing herself
onto him. "Mr.
Smith, where have you been my whole life?" "Ma'am,
for part of it I didn't even exist. I seem to have missed much." He was
wishing he was back to being in human form. She had such a divine body that it
seemed wasted on his tiger form. But she had declared that they would do it as
they were. He
placed his paws on the bed at her shoulders. His claws anchored them down. With
a massive push, he started drilling her, slowly at first, but as he could feel
her body respond, he increased his movements. He was now in the enviable
position of working on two levels of pleasure. While he could ignore one or the
other, the benefits from having both were too good to ignore. She
could feel the sensations her was feeling from being connected with her body.
For the time being, she shifted to his point of view. Truthfully, it was
presently more exciting. In fact, she was suddenly imagining being a male. All
she wanted to do was screw, screw, screw. It was a wonder men had any room in
their brains for a concrete thought! But at the present moment, thinking was
overrated and unnecessary. She
willing spread her legs wider and lifted her hips into his thrusts. Her legs were stronger than they looked. For
someone to be able to remain rigidly in place while being pounded by the might
of a male tiger was incredible, even in a dream world. With her body properly
pinned, he couldn't help but cut loose. He stifled a roar as he built up steam.
He could feel two sets of nerve endings being rubbed and it was driving him nuts. She too
was overwhelmed. As her body got used to being invaded by a huge, hot-blooded
cock, she allowed the sensations to flow across their connection. Soon she was
lost as to which feelings where hers an which were his. They meshed completely
as one. Her
legs started to cramp, but she wasn't aware of that yet. All she was aware of
was how incredible it was to be the submissive creature in the encounter,
especially to so fantastic looking a beast as Mr. Smith. She shivered in
contemplation of having an orgasm while this brute was pounding away. She
normally stopped and enjoyed the thrill of the convulsive pleasure, but he
wasn't going to stop. She had no idea what that would do to her overall pleasure. She found out. When she came, it was in the
height of his furious pounding. It triggered her into a paroxysm of twitches
and cries. He didn't stop. His own pleasure was washing over her like
increasingly stronger waves crashing into shore. It got to the point she could
no longer stand it. She tried pushing him away. His paws were secured by his
claws and the force of his weight on them. She tried to lower her legs and
found them tight. No matter what she tried she couldn't relax them. She
started to scream. Her head was rocking back and forth. He had to feel what she
was feeling. Why didn't he stop? It was
exactly that reason that he didn't. He was sure he would never ever get a
chance like this again. Maybe it was because he was male, or maybe it was
because he was bigger; in the end it didn't matter. He plowed into her,
generating his own form of electricity between their bodies. It felt so
incredible that he forced himself to stop just shy of a climax. He rode that
final wave like a surfer on the biggest heavy of his life. When he
could take no more, he crashed into her like the surf, spilling foam and energy
everywhere. Her nails dug into him as wave after wave of his cum flowed. When
he was done he collapsed on top, spent. His weight was finally sufficient in
causing her legs to buckle. She hung onto him as if he were a life preserver. She
finally found her voice. "Mr. Smith. If this is the way you are all the time,
then I cringe to think what you will do to the others here. Perhaps we can
arrange some sort of deal?" The
tiger pushed off her to look her in the face. "Madame, you have a deal." "But I
haven't proposed one yet!" "After
that? You can ask for anything!" "Be careful Mr. Smith. Anything covers a great deal of territory!"