Days in the Life: Angela Neem: Day One - Chapter one
Hey everyone, This is the first chapter of a running series I'm doing. I'm really enjoying doing this series and hope it gets better as I go. Basically it's about Angela Neem, a hermaphrodite dragoness who is living out her live as best as she can. Hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: you should know the drill. If you are under 18 or if where you live is really anal retentive, don't read this, don't be at this site and don't look at the porn. Just a Fair warning. And if you don't like what you read here, why are you still here? Go read what you like. Enjoy the story! ~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Days in the Life: Angela Neem Chapter One It was early mourning, where most furs with a sane mind would still be asleep on Saturday mourning. But in one particular apartment, at the Open arms complex of 4th and Burdock Street rang out one of the most irritating noises ever devised the electric screech of a cheap alarm clock. The sound pulsed for only a few seconds until in the dim light of its bright red letters a cream yellow furred hand slapped at it a few times before there was blissful silence again. In the dull light of the alarm clocks red light and the first few rays of dawn filtering in through the dark green curtains of a window a lump stirred in the thick fluffy covers of a single bed. The violently bright pink covers were kicked away as she laid there sighing. Ahh, 5:30 and alls hell, she moaned rubbing her temples that were still sore from the night before. Damn that music was still ringing in her ears too. Shading her eyes in the dim light she reached for her lamp turning it on and groaned softly as she blinked getting used to the light. The butter creamed colored dragoness sat there a moment, wiping a hand through her brown sugar hair, her dull steel blue eyes were dim and red from the late night. She couldn't even remember what time she got home or even how. She looked down at her self and smiled a little. At least she had the sense to strip before going to bed. Wearing a silk loose bra like nighty and a pair of cotton panties she slowly rose to her feet and tried to resist the urge just to lie back down. Stumbling forward to her dresser she pulled the top drawer out as she used one hand to rub at her stomach which was covered in scales rather fur which she was most covered by. Finding what she needed she smiled opening the little bottle of No-Doz and poping in two of them. She was going to need the energy today. And finally making her way into the kitchen she started the little Mr. Coffee machine to make her a good strong pot of coffee. She looked at her living room and smiled a little seeing the trail of cloths, purse and dancing gear littered in a trail to her bed room. Well it had to have been a good party she thought to herself as the smell of coffee brewing started to wake her up slowly. She liked what Murdoc said, from one of her favorite bands, the Gorillaz. 'If you can remember the party, then you weren't really there.' didn't make sense to most people but to her it did. Her head bobbed sleepily until she heard the coffee hissing with steam and she got back to her routine. She reached over the L shaped counter top which was covered in newspapers, empty soda cans and half eaten pizza to the Radio turning it on to the station she liked. 101.2 hoping the 'Love Lines' show were as still on. And it was she loved listening to the comedian and doctor shooting back and forth with callers. It was always really funny. Turning away she knelt down to a cabinet and pulled out a bowl and a couple packets of Cinnamon oatmeal. She gave herself a rub at her crotch which was a little sore. She smiled realizing it and giggled. She must have had a real good time last night; it felt like it at least, she wondered who it was she fucked with while she put the bowl of oatmeal into the old beater microwave that was an avocado green color she pulled out of a junkyard. After a few minutes flipping through a 8 month old game informer magazine she pulled her oatmeal out and grabbed the syrup next to the microwave dumping some of it on her oatmeal to make it sweet and started to eat as she listened to the Radio giggling at a crack Adam the comedian made towards a 14 year old girl's question about anal sex. Kid's these days, she thought to herself before giggling, remembering her first time. So she wasn't so innocent either. She licked the spoon as she finished her breakfast, the radio signing off as the stretching her arms over her head showing a hint of a tattoo in her furred back, rather plain but looking like feathered wings along her shoulder blades, she liked them though she didn't really use what it was for. Finally feeling the No-Doz hitting in she smiled looking at her old cat clock, black with a swinging tail and moving eyes saying it was 6am now. Time to get ready for work she sighed. Oh well she did like the job though she would rather go see her friends. She moved to her bathroom and smiled in the mirror checking for make up that smeared, which she did have some face paint she forgot about, a few streaks of iridescent blue. She giggled peeling some of it off and washed the rest with a wash cloth. Nodding in satisfaction she remembered briefly that there were black lights and laser lights with the great techno DJ. She pulled off the silk nighty top tossing it into a hamper sighing as she saw her breasts, a good sized C cup cupping them gently stroking over the warm globes. She frowned a little sighing. She didn't feel they were big enough. Though sure they were enough to get guys but she wanted them bigger for herself. She loved having her breasts touched, and squeezed. Just not pinched, she smiled wickedly remembering the last guy that pinched her nipples, though a right cross against his jaw and a few of his teeth on the floor taught him not to do that anymore. Shrugging she bent down and pulled off her panties sighing softly in release and tossed them away reaching down stroking over her sheath. She loved being a hermaphrodite and hated it too. Sure it was great alone, having more pleasure than you could shake a cock at with dildos, rings, and other toys, but it was hard to get a relationship. Especially with her she thought to herself. She knew she was very sexually active and free. She loved to have sex, it wasn't just something she enjoyed it was something she needed. Yet when a guy gets a look at her sheath and balls, she usually got one of three reactions. They normally were Disgust, polite aversion, or murderous rage. And it didn't help that when she got hard and ready to rut, her cock measured at three feet and four inches when fully erect. She liked her cock though and was outraged at one ass holes suggestion to get it surgically removed so she could be 'normal'. She never put stock into 'normal' ever. She walked to the stall shower turning the water on and smiled seeing the water was already hot and steamy, she did like getting up this early for the fact there was always plenty of hot water for her. Stepping inside she swung her wet hair back and murred as she faced the stream of hot water feeling it soak into her fur and run down her smoothed scales letting out a soft shudder as it ran over her breasts as well as her sheathe and testes. She knew she had plenty of time and in the shower was the best place to beat off she reminded herself, easy to clean up. She had another difficulty as she had testes little larger than her fist, each about five and half inches across. As a result of her inbreeding ancestors and she thought likely some magic tinkering with their genes which were passed onto her she could easily produce enough semen to impregnate over a dozen women. But being a natural hermaphrodite had its disadvantages, or so the doctors told her. She was sterile. She thought about what that meant for her as she started to massage shampoo into her scalp. It means she couldn't have babies or give someone babies. Her ovary was fully functional, yet had no eggs. And her semen lacked the correct number of proteins in order to impregnate someone. But she didn't let it bother her. It just meant she could fuck without a condom. As dragons such as her had a natural resilience to diseases, including STD's. Which she always thought was a bit of a bonus considering her sexual appetite. Her thoughts wandered away from the results of the doctor's visit years ago and more towards that cute nurse that was there. A black lapin she remembered with a great bust and sweet ass. She leaned back against the stall wall as the visions of that curvy lapin filtered through her mind, her hand stroking over her sheath slowly coaxing her always eager cock out, the head slowly started to rise from its hiding place and she wrapped her hand around it. She murred deeply as that nurse started to grind against her hips, giggling she returned it groping at that tight ass sucking on her tongue. Her cock steadily grew inch by inch out of her cock and she stroked her hand steadily up and down the thick ribbed length. Ribs were separated by a half inch apart and were lovely inside of a pussy or ass, so she had been told and it felt great to fuck with it. Her hand pumped up and down the hard shaft that was at fourteen inches now and kept hardening longer as the lapin girl started to squeal with her large breasts bouncing over the medical table, her cunt being stretched and pounded by that thick ribbed length. Oh how she loved that tight sucking cunt, at 26 inches long now out of her sheath, a little more than half, the pleasure bumps under the crown of her cock started to form, using her other hand to massage over them she felt her knees turn to jelly under the hot steaming water, they were always so sensitive but she steeled herself and kept going her cock growing out of her sheath faster and faster as the bunny girl screamed her ass being taken now her powerful legs bouncing her body up and down as her breasts smooshed into her face, the dragonic tongue lapping over them fully and readily , feeling that tight ass rippling over the hard length. It was long enough now, just at 31 inches she slipped the head between her breasts, squeezing them together under the stream of hot water starting to breast fuck herself and the Lapin girl whom stuck out her tongue to suckle at the tip of her hard throbbing cock finally fully erect at forty inches, rubbing against her chin she bent her neck down and licked at her own shaft thrusting and thrusting as several thick rings of ribbed flesh at the base of her cock started to swell up, much like a canine would when he was about to tie with his bitch, she did the same thing in the woman's mouth, too thick to get off it now she screamed in blissful orgasm, the hot white cum spraying against her face and shower stall as it pumped down the girl throat and into her stomach. She moaned in bliss as she could see her swelling with the massive torrents of cum shooting forth. She loved how much she came at a time, rutting her face a little more before the last of it spilled into her stomach, making her look several months pregnant she mewled happily leaning against the shower stall panting heavily. She let go of her hard throbbing length as it slowly started to soften. Licking her lips and her hand she licked up the thick white cum sucking it off her fingers and with happy sigh. She finished washing herself up, rising out the soap and taking the shower head to spray the cum that clung to the shower stall walls. Turning the water off as it was starting to feel cool she stepped out of the shower grabbing the towel and drying her cock off first which hung between her legs limply past her knees. She sighed a little sad she had to go to work today as she would have loved nothing more than to fuck herself silly. But at least tonight there was a killer party to go to, maybe even someone fun to be with. She smiled at the thought and grabbed her uniform. A long blue pleated skirt and matching blouse with her name tag on it. After fitting on a bra that cupped her chest gently she stepped into a pair of pink silk panties loving silk against her skin. And after getting into her uniform she put on her black flats she liked to wear, picking up her purse that was by the door and her VW Rabbit keys she looked at her apartment with a longing look just to stay before shutting the door and locking it, heading down the hall to the stairwell. "Oh well... I hope I can pick someone up tonight. I'm going to need a good fuck." she muttered to herself picturing a cute guy, maybe a black Jackal, they were always cute. After hopping in her VW Rabbit she turned the radio station to her favorite one to listen to the traffic for a minute and to the radio show. Pulling out she started down the highway listening to the DJ's cracking jokes about a monkey in congress, on to work at the Purple Cow Cafe. It was an okay place to work. Decent co-workers, a good boss who didn't stiff ya and some cool people come in the cafe to hang out. It was like a 70's retro cafe. Aluminum siding, neon lights, most of which were purple, purple upholstery. She smiled thinking of her boss, a bovine woman by the name of Theresa, Theresa Valentine. She was a good woman to work for. Bright, cheerful but a good head for business too. Then there was Beatrice, or as she was more affectionately called, Beet. A bright flaming red anthro-raptress who had a sharp tongue and good heart. But she loved to spit shit with the best of them. The cook, Louis knew his way around a grill. He could manage four orders at once and still find time to smoke a Cuban cigar, the Orangutan was a great guy though a little weird, he would only cook upside down, hanging from the AC pipes. But he got the job done and he was clean about it. She sighed softly seeing the old Purple cow sign. It was of a cartoony 70's style cow with white fur and large purple splotches with a cap and tray in her hand with a burger and soda on it. It was tacky but cool at the same time. She pulled around back seeing the bread guy was there, Brad was his name. She knew him back in high school a few years back. The dude was still a tank. A Rhino whom every thought he was going to go for linebacker of the YC arena football but didn't, he surprised everyone when he enrolled in college for a Master in Biology, paying his way through delivering bread. Angela hopped out of her car picking up the small gym back she liked to keep with her. "Hey brad, how are you doing honey?" Angela asked taking a minute to talk to the Rhino, six feet and nine inches tall and all of it hard as steel muscle, and a softie all over. Brad smiled as he set down the stack of burger buns he was carrying. "Hey Angela, I'm doing alright. Theresa called me for these buns; sounds like you will be busy today. A party or something happening today." Angela groaned a little forgetting all about it. There was a kid's party today and THAT she was not looking forward to. She liked people, she hated kids. Alone they were alright, but in groups they were unbearable. "Oh goodie, alright thanks Brad." she leaned against him and stood on her toes to kiss his cheek. "See you later." she waved as she left Brad bright across the cheeks shuffling his toe in the dirt. It was odd that he would be a giant and shy like that, but cute at the same time. She turned her mind to other things as she pushed into the back of the kitchen, smelling Louis's famous Hell Black coffee. "Oh Louis you are a doll." she said serving herself a cup since it was made that way for staff. Louis smile biting the end of a Cuban cigar (no one knew how he got them but they were great) as he was flipping hash with one hand and eggs with another, starting on a couple breakfast sandwiches. "Not a problem honey. Just get your rear in gear. We got company already." She nodded as she got to the time clock slipping in the sheets and smashing the handle down before putting it away. Gulping down the coffee she felt it sear all the way down and deadly bitter but it woke her up in a hurry. Setting the mug down she started her day as she waved to the counter waitress Beet who was setting things up. Angela smiled seeing a regular, Officer Jack Macrom. An Irish terrier with perfect black fur and a thick Irish accent of passable English, "Ah, Angie (he was the only one who ever had the stones to call her Angie) the usual for me darling." he said as he took off his hat setting down on the table. He was a gentleman always but not one to cross. He was a traditional Irish boxer and heard he had a hell of an uppercut. His uniform was the stander navy blue a shiny polished page with his number and precinct printed on it. And a few awards he earned during his 23 years of service. His moustache was just starting to show signs of ageing, getting grey at the tips and his large brows which covered his eyes were took, made him look distinguished she thought. "Not problem Jocko." she said with a wink, as she was the only one with stones enough to call him Jocko. It was a relationship of sorts. She wrote down for an order of black coffee, has browns, over medium eggs and toast, picking up a clip that was weighted with a bolt soldered on it she threw it through the cooks window yelling. "Order up Louis." without missing a beat Louis used one of his legs that was holding onto a AC pipe and caught the weight flicking it to a magnetic board he put up on the stove range hood. He cracked a couple eggs and started on some hash as he blew a bit of smoke up into the range hood. "Got it, up in three." he yelled back as he threw a couple eggs to get it ready and flipped a couple slices of bread into a toaster oven. Beet smiled a pure red raptress with a gleaming alabaster underbelly and a Mohawk tied back into a pony tail she smiled at Angela. "So how was the party?" she asked as the raptress sipped at her own coffee. Angela took a seat at a bar stool to the counter reaching for her own cup. "Don't remember honestly." Beet laughed softly shaking her head. "Must have had a great time then eh?" Angela nodded. "Yeah I woke up sore and horny so I'd say it was a good time." Beet was one of the few people who knew that Angela was a herm, while Beet wasn't into it; she was still a cool friend about it. "Oh? Who was he?" she smiled wickedly showing off the rows of razor sharp teeth her soft green eyes giving a little flash. Angela knew that look and giggled a little nudging her. "If I could remember I would tell you." She looked up as Louis set the plates out on the pick up shelf of his window. "Order up!" he hollered. Angela swung by and picked them up, picking up a couple tubs of butter and jams to the plate and slides them on to Jockos table. "Bless ya Angie." he smiled as he picked up his fork and spoon and started dig in. Angela smiled leaning down to kiss the top of his head, a bit of a tradition. "You just be safe you old coot. It's just three more months until you can retire from the force." Jocko grinned laughing softly in a low yip. "Don't remind me girl, me wife is already on me about that." Angela giggled sweetly hearing that, his wife was a full breed Bull mastiff, a good heads taller than Jack. "Well she should. Such a cute little man shouldn't get her." Angela said flirting with him playfully as she scratched behind his ear, which always made him melt. "Oh now stop tha Angie!" he yapped swatting her hand away jokingly. "Shoo with you and let me eat in peace." Angela smiled dodging a swiping hand meant to swat her as she made her way into the kitchen again, wondering if Theresa was there or not. She wasn't, normally Theresa left the three of them to run the cafe, it was all they really needed to run the place but sometimes Theresa would be there to do some paper work and lend a hand as a waitress if things got real busy. Angela shrugged and hung out in the kitchen to pick on Louis, a hobby of hers. Louis just poured a little butter over the grill to let it melt before starting on some pancakes as he knew the mourning orders well enough to do them blind folded. But Angela scooted the pitcher of batter just out of his reach and Louis reached out a few times before looking over and saw her. "Oh now Angela, don't you have something better to do that get in my way girl?" he grunted as he swung over and grabbed the pitcher before pouring large puddles of it on the grill, making plate sized pancakes. "No, I don't Louis." She said drinking a bit more coffee watching him work and pulled the blueberries out next getting much the same reaction as before Louis griping at her and telling her off about it. The mourning was quiet, peaceful and nice. Angela smiled seeing the rising sun over the clock tower which was just ringing 7am. The normal world was just starting to wake up. But the normal world could have it. Angela liked her life just the way it was, though she wouldn't have minded perhaps a million dollar windfall and a cute boy friend with a herm fetish, but ah well, can't always get what ya want. For now she waited for the time when the kids would start coming grunting a little as she drank her coffee. She hated kids. ~End of Chapter one~ * * *
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