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"When a young couple's sexual exploits attract the attention of a strange extra-dimensional being, they find themselves in a struggle to maintain their identities as things quickly grow (quite literally) out of control." Part 1 (of i-don't-know-how-many-yet) The first part is a fun little romp, while I get used to writing like this again, and while I set up my plot and premise. Of course - in the end - it's all just an excuse to write smut. =P * * * * * *

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• * * * * * Chase cast a quick glance around in the relative darkness of the hallway. Classes were still in session, and the lower floor of the lecture hall was - for the moment - completely empty. In another twenty minutes or so there would be students from wall to wall in a mad rush to get to their next class, but for now, they had the whole place to themselves. He flicked his ears forward and let his eyes play over his conquest. Illuminated in the sparce fluorescent light, his bobcat compatriot flashed him a nervous smile, twisting a knot of her swept-back brown hair between a finger and thumb. She was small for a cat - maybe five feet and a couple inches - and she had that indescribable mousy quality that shy girls wore about them like a cloak. Still, she was slim and had an attractive air despite her baggy clothes. Chase was having no trouble getting excited as he undressed her with his eyes. He let a smile spread across his muzzle as he stepped closer, gazing directly into into her amber eyes, "Well ... this is going to be much more fun than history class." She blushed, but never dropped her eyes away from his. Chase saw the hunger burning in those eyes, and he leaned closer - letting his muzzle meet hers. He started off gently - just to be sure - but he smiled inwardly when he felt a rough feline tongue run tentatively across the surface of his teeth. He reciprocated, and let the moment build until she had to come up for air. As she stepped back with a deep breath, she undressed him with a glance - sliding her hand up under his shirt and deftly undoing his belt. He took this as an invitation, and leaned her against the wall - letting his hands play over the tight, suppple flesh hidden behind loose pants. He was about to take it a step further when she flipped the tail of his shirt up over his back, forcing his arms up and away from her body. She unceremoniously stripped his shirt off, exposing his bare chest. He posed for her for a moment as her eyes took in his wiry form - the rust colored fur and white patches on his chest and upper arms. He was thin even for a fox, he knew, but she liked what she saw. She pushed him away with a single arm on his chest, letting a mischievous feline smile slide across her countenance. She tossed his shirt into the open door of the janitor's room next to them. She trailed a hand against the wall, and stepped inside, beckoning to him. Chase chuckled under his breath as he followed her in. Still shy after all that ... Still, the little janitor's cubby provided a much better forum for intimacy, even if it did deny his exhibitionist streak. If classes got out before they were done, they might just have to stay in the closet for a while, pressed close together ... Chase slid the door closed behind him as he stepped inside, his loose belt giving an auidble jingle from the movement. In the dim light sliding under the door from the hallway, he could just make out the outlines of her form. More than that though, in the tight space, he could feel her. He was close enough to catch the smell of her - light and definintely feminine with no trace of her shy demeanor. He stepped close, letting her lean into him. Surpisingly firm flesh pressed against his bare chest as his hands roamed up her back, undoing her bra in one fluid motion. She let it fall to the floor, joing Chase's shirt as she worked to finish what she had started int the hallway. Somehow, she managed to get a hand on his his zipper despite the close confines and that, too came undone. She slid a hand into his boxers, getting a good grip on his maleness, and Chase let out a surprised gasp despite himself. It wasn't long before he was at full attention, and seeking a little bit of payback. He undid the buttons securing her baggy cargo pants, and got his hands in a firm grip of her ass. Without the thick material in his way, he realized just how wonderful that ass was. And she hides all this ... She tweaked him again, and the game escalated from there - a tweak here, a well placed tongue there - until he had her leveraged up against the wall, her bare legs wrapped around his body. Soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips as she let him enter her. Her moans got louder as he buried himself up to the hilt, and slowly - gently settled into a rhythm. She cringed in pleasure against him, reciprocating his efforts by riding him for all he was worth. The pleasure mounted, rising as she melted against him until she let out a veritable scream of pleasure, her body reeling in the throws of orgasm. As he felt her body tighten around him, Chase lost himself over the edge. For a moment, the two locked around one another, sharing in that single instant of pure bliss. As the world flowed back into existance, he stepped away from the wall letting her down. He watched in the golden afterglow as she gathered up her clothes and re-dressed herself. She slid past him and opened the door, turning back to smile. Her eyes betrayed new confidence in that smile, and even through the baggy clothes Chase could see a glimmer of the smooth, sexy woman she'd been when she pressed against him. "You were right. That was fun." Elise - Chase's new private treasure, purred in his ear - "We'll have to do it again some time." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * No one in the building noticed the lover's moment of passion. The students above were far too distracted with higher learning to hear the screams of pleasure. The janitorial staff was busy with their off-duty poker game, dismissing the occasional thumps and muffled moans as simply a noisy water heater. But something in a place altogether different felt the surge of energy ripple through its universe. It was a pure cascade of power, unrivaled by anything in this distant other world. The Creature stared around the formless, colorless expanse of its home in abject wonder. The explosion of power had been intensely focused. It would have never noticed the surge had it been any farther away from the torrent, but what Creature had felt was more than it had ever imagined possible. Just thinking about that much energy set it a buzz with excitment. It rushed over to where the surge had been, waiting. When the surge didn't come again, Creature began investigating. The surge had peirced through a barrier Creature had never even know was there. It picked at the barrier, and found it soft and pliable. With a small investment of effort, Creature pushed against the barrier until it stretched and gave way. In an instant, Creature found itself among a rush of new sensations - color whirled past it, sounds vibrated the air around it, and heavy musky aromas permeated its very being. It glanced around, taking in its new surroundings. It could still feel the barrier at its back, flexing and pliable under its touch. The Creature resisted the urge to press back on that barrier and flow back into the comfort of the void it was used to. The area around it vibrated with energy in the wake of whatever had caused the surge, and the temptation drew Creature away from the barrier. It had the scent of unimaginable power, and it wasn't going to retreat back to the comfort of its home until it had tasted that power for itself. Creature glided forward, through the wooden door in its way, following the trail left by the surge. Past the door, a frenzy of movement assaulted it's senses as forms rushed past. It paused, taking in this newest development. Living beings blew past Creature, paying it no attention as they went about their buisness. It reached out and touched a few of the consciousnesses as they passed. They offered no resistance to his probing, and seemed to take little notice of even this most personal invasion. They were simple animals - constructs of flesh and bone. None showed any signs of the energy Creature sought, but at least they wouldn't offer any resistance. It moved forward again, passing through the bustling forms as if they weren't there, gleaning information from them as it went. It followed the trail to another building - the men's dormitory - as the local animals thought of it. It rose off the ground, hundreds of times Creature's height, and yet it was still a simple matter. No more than stone and mortar, the Creature passed through the walls as if they weren't there, and rose up through celings and floors until - at last - it found what it was looking for. In a small room on the fourth floor, one of the animals - a young male fox - lay, steeped in the energy Creature sought. It was fading quickly, and Creature would be able to glean very little from it, but it was there. It would more than make up for the effort of breaking the barrier into this world. Creature tentatively reached forward to touch the fox's mind with its own. If it could figure out how to make this young male generate more ... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Chase awoke to a strange tingling sensation at the base of his skull. He reached up and scratched at the spot with a bare claw before rolling over and trying to get more comfortable. When the sensation persisted, he sat upritght and clamped a hand on the back of his neck, rubbing at the eeire feeling - as if thousands of tiny pins were teasing his spine. His mind was bleary, and he had trouble focusing his thoughts. Seemingly unbidden, memories seemed to rise to the forefront of his mind. They were random at first - a class earilier that morning, a hike up the continental divide he'd once done in his youth, a strained half-faded memory of his first kiss, and - finally and powerfully - the memory of his romp with Elise not an hour before. His thoughts snapped into focus, as he relived that event in his mind with exquisite detail - the smell of her hair, the feel of her hands on him, the feel of his hands on her ... A more pleasant tingling sensation spread to his groin, and he felt his boxers begin to get tight. He shook his head to clear it and tried to focus on math equations. If he didn't lose this train of thought, he was going to have to tend to his libido all by himself ... For a moment, it worked. His mind seemed to focus on the math equations as intently as it had on his sexual encounter, but the thougt was suddenly thrust aside as if some part of his mind was disgusted he had brought them up. The memories of Elise returned, in force. He imagined pinning her against the wall in his passion ... Felt the arch of her back as she moaned in pleasure ... Blood rushed back to his groin, and he felt his maleness swell again. He sighed and swung his feet out of bed, grabbing the tissue box on his nightstand. The pinpricks at the back of his neck dissapeared for a moment, as if they had been left behind on the pillow. The intensity of the daydream faded for a moment, but returned with with fervor a second later as the pinpricks resumed. He ignored the strange sensation, and pulled off his boxers - gripping his now fully attentive maleness. He could feel the heat of it, could feel his pulse pounding through his shaft as his mind replayed his foray with more detail than he'd noticed the first time. Every intimate nuance echoed in his mind as he started stroking himself. It didn't take long to bring himself to orgasm. He hardly even needed to touch anything with such vivid memories. The force of it drove all other sensation from his mind, as the tingling sensation was drowned in a moment of ecstasy. He felt his body slump and his fantasies recede back into being just memories as the tingling sensation finally faded out completely. He took a moment to catch his breath. He'd been too caught up in the moment to remember to use the tissues, and bits of fur on his chest and groin were sticky with fluid. Still in the afterglow of the act, he reasoned it was a small price to pay. Chase was alone with his satisfaction for only a minute or so before the prickling sensation at the back of his neck returned, bringing the encounter back to the surface almost immediately. He watched them with a sort of detatched confusion. Why was he still thinking about that? He certainly wasn't going to be able to go again ... As if in response, the memories faded momentarily, and the pinpricks moved lower down on his body. They swirled down to the base of his spine, causing him to gasp in surprise. With strange certainty, the sensation spread to his groin, flowing over his skin - touching every intimate part of him with needle-like intensity. Almost instantly, his flagging erection surged to full height. He stared at it dumbly, wincing a little as each heartbeat sent electric tingles through his still-sensitive member. Was it just his imagination, or was it bigger? He reached out and touched it, and as the tingling sensation began to center on his balls, he slowly found himself start stroking. No pleasant memories stirred him to arousal this time, there was just a sheer, overwhelming need. It was as if a great pressure was dammed up inside him, and he was driven into a frenzy with the desire to let it out. It took longer this time, but orgasm eventually found him. His head rolled back, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as cum splashed on his chest, arced onto his muzzle, and soared over his head - landing on the bed behind him. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through his body as his shaft sprayed long ropes of cum into the air with greater and greater force. When at last it ended, Chase's mind reeled. A strong, musky odor filled his nostrils. His body ached, his maleness throbbed, and the tingling sensation returned. He barely had time to draw a ragged breath before the feel of thousands of tiny needles spread over his still-erect member once more. He watched, dumbfounded as his erection grew before his eyes - pulsing larger with each throb of his eyes. Longer ... thicker ... veins standing out on the sides, it grew, questing up towards the celing. He felt his balls press against the inside of his thighs and force them apart, slowly, persistantly growing bigger and heavier with each wild beat of his heart. As he watched, a strange thought popped into his mind. What if it didn't stop? Fear mixed with fasciniation as he watched it creep upwards, past his ribcage, felt his balls force his legs farther and farther apart, until - suddenly - the pinpricks swirled back up to the back of his neck. His maleness surged larger one last time and then settled - it's girth swaying gently with his racing pulse. He put a shaking hand around the base, his fingers not quite meeting on the other side. It was as big around as his forearm, and just as long, the swolen head the size of a clenched fist. Below his hand, his balls lay on the matress, bigger than oranges, heavy and roiling with male potency waiting to be released. Numb as he should have been from two consecutive orgasms, the light, disbelieving touch brought pleasure roaring thought his body. Almost instinctively, he brought his other arm up and placed it higher up, moaning in pleasure despite himself. His hips thrust forward on their own accord, thrusting against some unseen lover. In moments, he was pumping away with all his might, his head lolling - pleasure rolling away through his body as if he were already cumming. Torrents of precum flowed down his shaft, sticking to his hands and pooling on the sheets below him. He had long ago ceased to care about the mess he was making, or worrying about the strange tingling sensation that was now spreading across his body. Nothing mattered, but the feeling of touching himself - the thrill of keeping this pleasure alive. Pressure built slowly, massing at the base of his shaft, like a vast sea of tension rolling up against a dam. Then with a sudden roar of pleasure, the dam broke, and sensation rolled across him. Wave after wave drowned out his conscious mind and carried him away. There wasn't any word for what he was experiencing. It was better than pleasure, beyond esctacy, more powerful by far than anything he had ever experienced. Cum exploded forth from the head of his maleness, striking against the celing with force and sending it raining back down on top of him. He stayed conscious for the first two convulsions, before the sheer force of sensation ferried him over the edge. His vision faded, and he was left swimming in a lake of indescribable contentment while his body kept going for almost an entire minute - rocked by wave after wave of powerful orgasm. When at last he stilled, Chase collapsed back onto his bed, falling into an exhausted sleep in a puddle of his own fluids. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The Creature sighed and retracted itself from the fox's mind. It had found energy in the poor animal's frantic masturbation, but it only came for one brief instant at the beginning. It wasn't nearly as much as he had felt pierce through the barrier, and once the orgasm was over, the male needed to be stimulated again. Almost all of the energy gained had to be re-inveested to keep things going. Increasing the size of the organ and the potency of the event had been simple enough in concept, but had cost yet more energy. At one point, Creature had been forced to reconfigure the fox's entire body to handle the strain of of the increased size, and that had nearly wiped out Creature's energy in its entirety. The resulting orgasm had brought Creature back, but had wiped out the last of the poor animal's resolve. This generator, it seemed, had a cooldown time. Still, the event had not been an entire loss. Creature now knew the nature of the energy it sought. It knew these simple animals could be used, and from the fox's mind it had scavanged images of a female who had been with him at the original energy surge. Perhaps the bobcat would be a more productive source. And if not? Well, there were certainly quite a few males in this building. It could always farm them at his leisure. The energy wasn't nearly as strong as Creature had hoped, but it was still there - and with more sources than it had ever dreamed imaginiable. Creature smiled to itself - a habit it had picked up from the minds of these simple animals - and set off in the direction of the women's dormitory. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *