The Fantastic Life Of Diogenes Smith Continues...
#2 of The Life of Diogenes
Also edited.
Diogenes was running headlong down the street. Sex with
that, that thing had been terrific, but the lion had scared him out of his
mind. Now he was running headlong down a cobblestone street, with gas lit
lanterns and strange beings on either side. Everyone seemed to be attracted to
him, as if he were some sort of freak. In his opinion, everyone staring at him
was a freak.
It didn't
take long for him to understand that he was lost. He was afraid that at any
moment he was going to run smack dab into something far worse than a lion or
leopardess. He was beginning to wish he was back where he had started. At the exact
moment he tripped and fell headlong into the wall of a building. He hardly had
time to wince as his head hit it.
The
pain didn't hit him until he hit the floor. He pulled himself together and stared wide
eyed.
"Back
so Soon? I thought Pomeroy scared you off for good!"
The
lion looked apologetic. "Sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you. It's not every
day that we see humans here."
Diogenes
didn't bother getting up. It just didn't make sense. One minute he was at a party, and the next he
was in bed with this... He still didn't know what she was. Well, yes he did. She
was lovely, sultry and oozed sexuality. Even the lion was some sort of feline
Adonis. He watched the big fellow as he stood there. He suddenly felt feelings
he had never knew he had.
Pomeroy
extended a huge paw. "Here, let me help you up!" Diogenes stood, not letting go
of the strong fingers.
"Answer
me this! How did I get back here? I was running straight down the street. I
know I didn't double back, and this room is on the second floor!"
"You can
do anything you want honey, "purred Kakhra. "You're a prime."
"A
prime fool you mean!"
"No!
She means that as a human, you are a prime user. No one comes here in human
form, not unless they're not presently in their own world. Where are you right
now?"
Mr. Smith
looked at the lion like he was nuts. "I'm right here! I can't be in two places
at once!"
"Chill!
You were just running down the street and yet you came back here. Do you know
why?"
Silence.
"Because
you wanted to be back here. You can be anywhere. You only need to choose."
"But I don't
know anything about this place? Where is it?"
The two
big cats looked at each other and shrugged. "We have no answer for you. We are
here because of people like you. When people exist no longer, I doubt we will
be here either."
Diogenes
was still holding the lion's paw. He unconsciously gave it a squeeze. To his
surprise, the lion yelped. "Hey, careful!"
"I'm
sorry! I didn't mean to... Wait a minute! I can't hurt you!"
"You
just did."
Diogenes
sat down. How could you hurt a dream? For that matter, how could a dream hurt
you? He was examining his arm. There was dried blood on it. It didn't make
sense. A dream was never this real, or so weird.
He
seemed to remember his little apartment. Yes, he definitely had an apartment in
the city. And he lived with, with...his cat. A pretty little black female feline
named...Mattie. His head whipped up. "You!"
The
leopardess cringed. "Me what?"
"You're
her!"
She
knew what he meant. "Yes, I guess so. I'm the one you created for yourself, a
longing for human comfort combined with your love of your cat. This isn't
really the first time we've met, but you were never human before."
His eyes
narrowed. "No it isn't, is it? Why don't I remember more clearly?"
She
sighed. "Because before it was only a dream. For us, that's all our existence is.
When we get visitors, they too are ethereal; mere ghosts of themselves. But not
you. You have come to us as you are. You have never come to me like this
before."
"What
was I before?" But even as he asked, he knew. As he remembered, he felt
strange. His head swam, his arms ached, and his legs wobbled. In the next
instant he was looking down at his new paws. "What the hell!"
But he wasn't
alarmed. They were as big as the lions, and a touch more interesting. He was
still agitated a bit though, for his tail was swishing like a willow in the
wind.
"I
remember now. I'm a tiger! But this is only a dream!"
"All of
life is only a dream. Many of us exist for only one night before fading into
the darkness. I must thank you master for allowing me to exist so long."
Pomeroy
motioned to Kakhra. "Do you think?"
"Think
what?"
"Do you
think he has the power?"
She
looked dreamy eyed. "In bed, oh yes!"
"No! I
mean to hold this all together?"
Diogenes
was immediately put off that they were talking like he wasn't even there. "Hold
what together?"
The
leopardess motioned for him to come to the bed. "It is nothing. It has been
said that we are all fleeting, and that our creators are just as fleeting. If
we could enter your world, we might be real. But you are real, and you came
here, not as a ghost, but as yourself. You might have the power to anchor our
reality and preserve every one of us, no matter how unimportant."
He
shook his head. "What good would that do? If none of you are real, why should
it matter?"
"Because
we are real. We are parts of the people who imagine us. Sometimes they pull us
back through to your world, and at other times, we simply fade. The strongest
of us owe a debt of gratitude to you who have brought us into being."
"So you're
telling me that this place is populated by creatures such as yourself. And that
they're all imaginary?"
"Look
delicious; was the sex we just had imaginary?"
He had
to think. It had to be imaginary. He had never had anything quite so sumptuous.
"Yes it was. And the only way I could have sex that good was in my head.
However...that doesn't mean I wouldn't do it again."
Kakhra's
eyes lit up. Pomeroy held up a paw. "There will be time for that. There are
others who need attention."
The leopardess shot him a dark look.
"He's
mine!"
"Yes he
is, or perhaps you should say you are his. My creator seems to have
disappeared. That makes me a free agent for as long as I exist."
Diogenes
was still sorting this out. The world he was in seemed solid enough, except for
the freak falling through the wall episode. If it was a dream, or if it was
some kind of twisted reality, there should be no problem with him exploring it.
"Pomeroy?"
"Yes
sir!"
"Dominant
or submissive?"
"How
did you.."
"I
assumed."
"Generally
submissive. My creator liked to have control over powerful things. "
"Well Pomeroy,
I've never ever had sex with another male before. Are you up to you and me
having a go at it?"
The
lion looked from Kakhra to the one asking the question. "You realize that once
you do, you'll have control over my existence? I will belong to you."
"You
will not. You will be free to be who you are."
The lion
thought for a moment. He hadn't had any interaction in a long time. "Sure! Why not?"
Kakhra shot
daggers from her eyes, but she knew that Pomeroy was starting what needed to be
done. One master, who was stuck here forever, would anchor everyone he touched.
They would go from being the playthings of the many to the playthings of the one.
Since it was their reason for existing, there wasn't going to be one who
objected. But she didn't need to be happy about it.
She
hopped out of the bed and reclined in a chair. "Hey, there's nothing that says
I can't watch!"
Pomeroy
climbed into her spot and stretched out luxuriously, just like a typical cat.
He had a grace about him that tingled Diogenes senses. In his new form, this
tiger body was an equal match for the one soon to be under him. He felt his
cock spring to life. He was almost shocked at the size of it. Kakhra read his
mind.
"You
can be whatever you want darling. And you can come equipped as you like. Don't you
remember?"
"It's
hard to remember everything from a dream."
The
lion looked back. "Is it hard for me?"
"What?
Remembering?"
"No!
Your cock!"
"Oh
that. You know, I think it is. Uh, will we need lubrication?"
"Only
if you wish it. Otherwise, you may do as you please."
Diogenes
suddenly found himself full of confidence. If he was really in charge of the
situation, which would be the first time in his life, he might as well act like
it. After all, if it was a dream world, what could happen?
He
climbed and mounted the lion. Pomeroy buried his head in the pillow and tensed
up. His original master had been rough and nasty. He had dreamt up the most
outlandishly outfitted cocks to torture him with. And a dry insertion was the
norm. You may think dreams can't be made to suffer, but they can.
He felt
the pressure on his backside and tried to relax. Surprisingly, the thick hunk
of meat slid it like a knife through butter. Diogenes pushed until he was
pressing tightly against his ass. "God you feel good!"
Pomeroy
pulled his head out of the pillow. "My words exactly. Why are you being nice?"
Diogenes
worked himself around a little before answering. "What shouldn't I be? I don't like
hurting people, even if they hurt me. I just like to feel good."
He was
going at it like this was nothing new. The lion still wasn't satisfied. "I'm
used to something bigger."
"Too
bad. But if it means so much to you, let's try this." Pomeroy sucked in a breath as the friction
doubled. Diogenes grabbed his tail and slammed his hips into the lion.
"Wh,
wh, what did you do?"
"I like
my cock just fine right now. So I simply tightened up your hole. The end result
is the same."
Pomeroy
felt a wash of relief come over him. If this stranger could manipulate him so
easily, then there was hope for so many more. Normally only a creator had that
kind of control. At that moment, the lion didn't care if he turned into a
dragon and tore him in half. He was never going to fade now. And what good was
he if he couldn't return to play again?
He was
so excited he began grinding back against the tiger. Diogenes was completely enthralled
by the situation. When Kakhra joined in,
sliding her head under his ass and licking his balls, he nearly came. This was
even more than his imagination could have generated.
The
leopardess timed her tongue to work with his motions. She could see Pomeroy's
cock slide out, red and hot. It was technically against the rules, but she
pulled herself farther up and began licking it. Diogenes said nothing, so she
assumed she had permission. She was soon sucking him off. It was a first for
the lion, who had never had anyone cater to his needs before. The reaming in
his ass was so comfortable that he knew it had to be the will of the one
presently pounding it. And now Kakhra
was doing a taboo and giving pleasure to him. He felt an uncharacteristic build
up in his balls. Never once had he ever been allowed to cum.
He felt
he needed to ask permission. "May I..."
Diogenes
was hardly interested in his question. "You have permission to do as you like."
Pomeroy
let loose with a roar. His cum shot forth with unbridled fury. Kakhra was
nearly unable to cope. All the while Diogenes was working his ass like a
locomotive. When he came, it was because the contractions emanating from the
lion's ass were too strong to ignore. He nearly tore his tail out as he used it
to repeatedly pound his ass into a sensual pulp.
The lion lay there panting. When he found his breath, he wiggled his ass. Diogenes was
still inside. "I think I'm going to like having a new master. And I'm not lyin!
Diogenes
did an experimental push. Pomeroy groaned. "If you're not a lion, then what are
you?"
Kakhra
shook her head and grinned. Things were looking up.