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WARNING!!! This story contains graphic adult material. If you shouldn't be reading it, DONT. All characters and story (c) DarkWinged Angel 2005 It was two hours ago when Pryd stepped in the door with Melissa. Maria returned from work and settled down for the night. Melissa studied in her room and Pryd was in his sleeping like a log. Working at the docks was very strenuous. Constantly moving with loads in hand takes a lot out of you. Mainly, your legs and arms feel like jello after a day's work. Pryd knew this all to well. It was around five-thirty, the sun was lowering. Maria's slender curved body lay on the couch. Maria is a thirty eight year old lioness with an appearance that can deceive the eye; looking more around twenty nine. A black head band keeps her long blond hair back, out of the way of her green eyes watching the television set. "Yet another gunfight last night. Police got there just in time to find the bodies of two men; one human and, the other anthropomorphic. It is believed that both men are part of a gang known as the guard-" Maria changed the channel. She was just so tired of hearing all these kids getting killed. It was almost too dangerous to go anywhere nowadays. Flicking through the channels, finding nothing on worth watching, she finally turned off the T.V. Picking herself up off the couch, she headed to her room. There, she might be able to find something to do. * Pryd lay back on the silk bed in a red room. White garments, clothes, and blankets lay everywhere. He shrunk back towards the bed's head as a pride of eight beautiful lionesses crawled closer and closer to him. All of them were naked and he too discovered his shirt was gone. Their breasts round and their bodies well defined. They closed in on him ready to pounce any minute. "Mmmmmm," Suddenly, the two closest ones moved aside as they allowed the leader to crawl forward. Her body swayed from side to side with a cat like grace as she prowled towards him. Pryd couldn't feel his voice anymore as he looked into her eyes; full of playful passion. He felt himself so hard and ready. "Mom?" Pryd watched as his mother brought her body to his, her nose touching the tip of his as she cunningly smiled. He could feel her breasts rubbing against his bare chest and feel her smooth body sliding up the bottom side of his cock. He continued to observe, as it seemed that was the only thing his body was allowing, as she brought her hand behind his head. Slowly turning it, she brought his left ear up to her muzzle. The screeching of the alarm clock quickly brought him out of sleep. Turning it off, he sat up. He began to look back over the dream full of worry. He knew that messing with his sister was wrong, but his own mom? True, she was oh so sexy in that dream, but that was a dream. More thoughts flooded his mind as he began to think he had a problem. He couldn't quite get a clear understanding why all his sexual urges kept directing towards his family; his own flesh and blood. As he sat up he suddenly felt a warm moistness in the lap of his pants. Lifting the covers, he noticed that he had released all over himself. Now he was truly creeped out. When did a dream about sleeping with your mother become a wet dream? It was now seven; Pryd had to get ready for his second job. Pryd worked as a bouncer at a nightclub known as, Sweet's Girls. It was good pay and he got a little something extra out of it as well. Sweet's Girls was a bar, a strip club, and a sex house. His mother knew about where he worked, but in the current financial situation the family was in, she didn't have much of a choice to argue. Besides, he was old enough, fit enough, and trained enough to take care of himself. Two hours later, Pryd was clean, armed, and ready. Stepping out of his room, he shut the door. Maria heard the sound from her room and knew it to be Pryd going off to his job she so disliked. "Good night Pryd!" she called. "Night Mom." Pryd called back as he began to walk down the hall. He decided it was best to think over the dream for another time. Passing his sister's door, he stopped a moment and looked to it. Memories of the blow job she had given him started to find their way into his mind. He could feel himself slowly begin to- "No! Not now, stay focused." He thought to himself. He then continued off towards the front door. * Maria had entered her room and seated herself at her desk across from her bed. Opening one of the three side dwoors, she pulled out a small book. She opened it and searched for a pen. Finding one, she started to write down a summary of the day in her diary. April 22, 2024 Another tough day at the office. Bill, that clumsy man, spilled coffee on himself. I had to help him out cleaning it up and lost a lot of time on a report that was supposed to be done today. He should be more careful from now on. Almost lost my job because of him. Leon was asleep today as usual and Melissa was doing homework when I got home. They're such good kids. I must be blessed. Made Melissa dinner tonight. However, she didn't eat much of it. She must have already had something before I got home. I feel bad for Leon. I know he'd rather be out on his own right now but he knows of the crisis I'm in and has stayed to help out. I just noticed how odd it is that we all call him Pryd. I can barely remember anyone calling him by his first name. I did name him Leon Pryd. It's so strange. Then again, what isn't mysterious about him these days? I don't even know much of him anymore. He could be in a gang for all I know. He takes so much after his father. If only Marcus hadn't left. If he were still here, things would be fine. It's been 18 years since I've last -been- with Marcus. I tried to please myself two days ago imagining myself with him. I was a couple minutes into myself and ready to climax when it happened. The switch was so slow and gradual that I didn't even notice when it first happened. I stopped to find myself fantasizing about Pryd. My own son. He reflects his father so much. I've been scared to try anything since then. I think there's something wrong with me. But maybe if I try not to think about it, it might go away. I know, sounds childish, but it has worked before. Either way, these thoughts must stop. -Maria Pryd * Night had finally taken Grail City. The sky was a cloudy dark as the city lights lit up. The bright lights were able to be seen from far away; deeper into the city you got, the brighter it became. The party goers and night dwellers had come out now and the late night city was in its starting stages of the night hustle. The underworld of Grail City was coming out again. Meanwhile, Pryd strode through the parking lot towards the club. The car had been parked further on behind him as he made his way towards a back entrance. While passing one of the front entrances, he stared over at the group of people waiting outside for it to open. The front entrance was composed of two large swinging doors lit by a neon purple light that hung above it. It was a large group waiting, but every night was always a large group. He unlocked and opened the back door. Stepping in, he watched as others were getting ready for the place to open. Waiters hurried from place to place preparing tables, the bartender was setting up his glasses for quick access, and the ladies in the back were equally hurrying to add on their final touches of make up. Grinning, he lit a cigarette as he felt lucky he never had to be in such a hurry. If there was trouble, all he had to do was step in. Surprising how the most dangerous job in the house can be the most inactive at times. "Well, well, well, if it aint my little bouncer cub. Just on time I see," a seductive voice pronounced. His eyes swerved over to see Pepper, who was known in this club as Pepper the Mint Bunny. She was a twenty two year old, white furred bunny girl with soft red eyes and long flowing brunette hair. She wore shiny red spandex gloves, slippers, bra, and bikini. The color of her fur and the lingerie together gave her the colors of a peppermint candy. Thus, she was given the title of the mint bunny. Her body was so slender and sexy; the clothes practically clung to her. She was the main attraction here, top woman amongst the others, and a great pole dancer. Pryd had known her for quite some time now and they had become good friends. "Yo," Pryd replied. "Hmmmmm Pryd," she moaned as she came up and put an arm around him seductively, "when will you ever learn? You've gotten Tory all pissed again." "Oh well. Hasn't been the first time," "But Pryyyd, I like you here. I wouldn't want you to get fired now would I?" she childishly remarked. "Besides, you're so much fun to play with," she continued as her finger began to continuously circle on his chest. "Yeah I know, so where is the little squirt anyway?" "You shouldn't talk about him that way," she continued in a playful tone "Why not?" Pryd replied in a same tone deciding to play along. "Well, you shouldn't talk about people like that, especially bosses, when their right behind you," "Wha-!" Pryd quickly swerved around to meet Tory. Tory was a five foot bald man with a round gut. As Pryd looked down, he could easily see behind his boss's angry face how much he wanted to beat the living shit out of him. "Aw hell," "You got some fucking nerve showing up late again Pryd! I don't even know why the fuck I even keep you. You show up late, you're fucking with my girls, and you got no respect for your own boss. Christ! You are one fucking ass you know that?" "Yes sir," "Yes sir my ass! Your not even listening you son of a bitch. If it weren't for the fact we're opening in a couple of seconds I'd have a mouthful to shove up your ass! I, I'm really sorry mister boss Tory sir," Pryd reused imitating a little kid, "It's just that I like to show up only when I need to be here sir. Is that so wrong mister man?" Pepper began to giggle. Tory's little bald had then turned into a cherry by then. It was red with anger. "God dammit Pryd! If you weren't the only fucking bouncer who wanted to be here besides the other two dumb fucks, I'd have your ass on a god dam plate. Now get the fuck over to those doors and let in my customers you piece of shit!" As he stomped away to where ever, Pryd went to do what he was told. "Meet me later tonight Pryd! I want to have some fun!" Pepper called back. "Sure thing!" Pryd felt so lucky to be able to get a piece of Pepper's sweet ass. It's not like anyone can be screwing with one of the hottest women in grail city. He could hardly wait till the club closed. * The time made it to eleven by now. The place was packed full of men, woman, human, and anthros alike. Pryd stood near the bar as he observed everyone around the club. Some people were at the bar, others near the poles and some in the booths. Some watched as the pole dancers did what they did best, others had found couples, were either making out, or had rented a room, and were screwing them, but everyone talked. Finally, finding nothing else to do, he joined the many other groups of eyes in staring at the pole show. God they were so hot. He knew many of the girls here but has yet to discover the rest. He could clearly make out two girls he had talked with before. One was Jade, a coyote who had dyed her fur green, and the other was Foxy, self explanatory. They were nice girls. Both had much to talk about and their lives seemed so interesting. "You don't know shit!" a slurred voice yelled. Pryd immediately looked over towards the bar where it had come from. He could clearly make out a hound, slightly stumbling, pointing a finger at the bartender holding a bottle in the other hand. He looked completely drunk. Meanwhile, the bartender looked over towards Pryd, hoping he had seen noticed this. Seeing that Pryd's attention was on the wasted customer, he felt relieved. "I don't owe you -hick'up- shit," -belch- Pryd knew what had to be done before anything else could happen. He knew the drunken bastard would most likely take a swing but it was his job to talk him down. As he walked over he could feel his stomach turning. However, it was only natural to feel this way. Before any fight, there is always fear. Now was a good time to show why Tory kept him. "Hey you," Pryd called. The hound's head turned over towards Pryd, one of his eyelids was trying to remain open, "there a problem here?" "Yeah, this guy says -hick'up- I owe him a lot of money," the hound said. Pryd looked over to the bartender for his reply to the acquisition. He just lifted his shoulders. "Okay, well, what about that bottle in your hand, sir. Did you pay for that?" "What bottle? This one?" the hound raised the bottle and than took an over head swing at Pryd. Instinctively, Pryd's arm shot up to block. The liquor bottle smashed into one hundred pieces over Pryd's arm. He felt his arm go numb. Immediately, people turned to look. Using his arm that was still in the air, Pryd shuffled forward wrapping the arm around the back of the hound's head and pushed it downward into his rising knee. The hound's nose met the knee with a smash. He was now only a little conscious as blood pored out his nostrils. "Alright you asshole, time to go," Pryd carried him off towards the entrance door. The two front bouncers had heard the ruckus from outside and opened the doors for him. Giving one good through, the hound flew and rolled away on the pavement. Pryd turned the other bouncers and said "Make sure that asshole doesn't come back in," He then back in. He heard some clapping from the crowd as he walked back into the place. A couple of waiters had brought the people's attention back to what it previously was, and started cleaning up the bottle remnants. "Hey Pryd!" the bartender shouted, "check your arm, buddy," Pryd looked down, seeing a couple small pieces of glass sticking through the forearm of his shirt. Blood had trickled down and was dripping off his hand. He then felt the pain of the bottle crashing on his arm. "Damn." * Hours passed as people came and left. The club would get rowdy then quiet down just to get rowdy again. The pole dancing had ended and some of the girls had gone out into the crowd. They mainly stayed over near the group with the most money, that's what they were all about; you can't get a ride from them for free. Pryd successfully bandaged up his cuts. He had stayed near the bar for sometime and only engaged in small talk. He didn't want to be distracted if something were to happen. However, the night was proving to be steady. As the time startle to roll around two, the club was finally starting to empty out. Some of the girls were going off to sleep while the waiters had already went home. The bar had closed and many of the lights were shutting off. Pryd yawned as the final group of people left the building. Pryd walked over to one of the booths and plopped himself into it. His arms stretched along the head of the seat as he crossed his legs. He closed his eyes as he felt the drawback of insomnia start to settle in. Little white arms slowly slid from behind, beginning to wrap themselves in a soft hug around him. Pryd could smell the mint perfume of Pepper as she cuddled his head. He felt her fur slide across his hair as she rest her head upon his shoulder. "You ready Pryd?" she whispered. "I've been waiting all night," he replied. Immediately, Pepper had rounded the couch and seated herself upon his lap facing him. She was already nude. She began to unbutton his shirt slowly as they brought their muzzles into a lustful kiss. His arms came down to grab hold of her. Pepper had undone his shirt but was then rolled over onto her back; Pryd set her down upon the cushion. Propping himself up, he removed his shirt and began to undo his pants. Pepper rubbed and pulled at her nipples waiting patiently for Pryd to unclothe himself. A few seconds later, Pryd was naked as well and brought himself upon her into another passionate kiss. The caressed each other for a while; tongues probing each other's mouth and body's rubbing against one another's. Pryd began kissing down her body, a hand playing with a tit as he did so. Pepper moaned feeling every little suckle of his lips against her body, starting from her neck and continuing down her torso. He continued bathing her body in kisses until he reached her slit. Pepper let out a gasp as Pryd's rough tongue gave a good lick up her vaginal lips. Her back arched, she craved more of the sample that was given to her. However, Pryd continued to tease; licking at the opening of her clit like a lollipop, her breathing increasing. Suddenly, pushing his tongue into her, he gave one good slow lick upwards causing her to moan loudly. "Pryd, Stop teasing," she gasped. Complying with her wish, he inserted his tongue into her pussy. His tongue lapped the walls of her vagina in a hooking motion; shooting inwards, curling, than pulling back. Pepper felt his tongue pulling out of her. She moaned with every roll of his tongue. She could feel herself coming ever so closer to release as Pryd continued to eat her out. It wasn't long until he had achieved his goal. Pryd suddenly felt the warm moist walls contract upon his tongue as she cummed into his mouth. It had surged in quickly but he eagerly began to swallow it up. Pepper sighed in pleasure form her release while Pryd lapped the juices right out of her. Pryd's body slid back onto her, his fur brushing against her as he brought his face up to hers. Pepper could see his wet chin fur that had become matted by her orgasm as he stared into her eyes. "Don't I treat you well?" Pryd mused. He won a smile from Pepper as he felt her hand slowly rubbing up his cock. It was already unsheathed and grew in her hand. "My little cub always knows the way I like it. Now why don't you start doing what I love best?" she replied in a soft tone. Pryd, getting the hint, began to place his dick in position as he raised her legs over his thighs. Both shiverred as the head of his cock slowly pushed into the lips of her pussy. Pryd brought his arms behind her back as Pepper grabbed the cushion. Her eyes clearly reflected her desire for the meat. Pryd gave a good thrust into her, bumping her hips as Pepper gasped in surprise. He continued to quickly thrust himself into her, moaning as he felt her warm moist cunt grip his shaft. Pepper gasped more as she felt the long hard rod thrusting deep into her. Each thrust popping her body a little causing her breasts to bounce. He continued, each thrust becoming faster and harder. He felt himself coming closer to climax as her warm walls hugged onto his cock. Pepper moaned loudly as she felt his insertions intense. Each dive into her becoming deeper the last. It wasn't long before she couldn't hold it anymore. Then, with one hard thrust, Pepper's eyes shut, her mouth let out a strong loud moan, and her back arched as she erupted once more; her hands grasping onto the booth's edges. Feeling Pepper's walls grip his cock and her juices flowing out, Pryd couldn't hold himself back any longer. Cocking his head back and moaning, he too had orgasmed. His dick pulsed as he pumped cum into her. Streams of semen shot deep within her as Pepper felt the warm spooge filling her belly. Finally, the two began to relax their muscles as their climaxes ended. Pryd lay atop her allowing his penis to pump out whatever cum was left into her. "That was good," Pryd said lifting himself back up again. He then noticed Pepper had passed out from a combination of being up late and exhaustion. Pulling himself out of her, he stood up, his cock retreating back into its sheath. Grabbing his clothes, he began to get dressed. Afterwards, bending down, he slid his arms underneath Pepper's knees and head, and lifted her up. He carried her off, into the backstage, and to her private room. Placing her in bed, his hands pulled the covers over her as her face still wore an expression of bliss. She was done for the night. * As Pryd shut the back entrance door and locked it, he looked at his watch. The arms pointed out that it was almost three in the morning. "Great, I get about two hours of sleep tonight," he said to himself. Grinning, he walked off towards his car to return home and rest with what little time he had left to himself.