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Tales of The Strange: Strange Book Edition

Story Collaborated with V-Disco.

Undertown creatuers Copywrite to V-disco

"Cinna" copywrite to V-disco and Myself

"Depp! I'm telling you! It's a monster!" shouted a voice over the phone, that German accent giving that familiar sound of desperation for someone to believe him. It had been the same thing since last Christmas, having told his friend countless times with even some evidence to back up his claim. However monsters, super natural, were things that the head of Forensics would not accept. There weren't a single bit of clues when he himself checked his house, aside from a fur that couldn't be analyzed well. But that on its own was weak in its self as evidence of monsters, still having this argument. It was late October, being close to Halloween time, and all he was looking forward to are the sweets his buddy were going to make, "And I'm telling you that monsters don't exist! It's probably the Coon Crew. They're known for ransacking fridges in the dead of night." replied Abu, adjusting his glasses as he typed on his personal desktop.

He had the phone on speaker, working on 4 screens and doing some gaming at the job since there was little work to be done. Crime had been fairly low, thanks to Aisarue and Eurasia, two humans who knew how to put down criminals, though the blood trail was much higher behind the vigilante Aisarue. Abyssion had his hands full covering up most of their actions, it really helped make the citizens of their city feel very secure at night. Though the underworld was not happy with their plans being stopped, and had big plans for getting revenge for all of the money the major players the crime fighters of the city have cost them. His personal office was large and had everything needed for his work, from a medical kit on the wall, brown drawers and shelves containing chemicals and the such for studying a body, along with surgical equipment to perform any autopsies or the such when needed. The white tile room, had a large table in the middle, with his computer and desk on the far end of the room, opposite the entrance.

It was getting a bit old now he thought, hearing the same old thing every month or so, when Chef Süßigkeiten, or Sub for short, was frantically begging his best and smart customer for help. Abu had quite a sweet tooth, something that was well known among his colleagues, especially Eurasia, who he hung out with on occasion. Sub's case began last year on Halloween, when his food vanished. The same thing happened on the winter holidays such as Christmas, Hanukah, and such, his themed leftovers were ransacked. Things only got worse as this year went by, finding scratches on his body, and sometimes his bed and pjs ruffled and torn. None of the tests or investigations turned up anything concrete and he dismissed as being crazy with probably a habit of scratching himself while tossing and turning in his sleep.

Sub was famous for his baked goods, especially around holidays. Instead of candy, he cooked hundreds, nearly thousands of small snacks and cookies, living by his creed that everyone deserves something sweet in their life. Aside from running his own bakery, with a somewhat famous chef, the two dominated the city in quality foods. Their higher price point was worth it when looking at their sales figures and clientele, though the holiday specials he did were from his own pocket, not minding one bit since the smiles he gave were its own reward. Though lately with all the stress and paranoia getting to him, he's been having trouble baking to the best of his ability and it is interfering with his personal life.

"Okay you know what, I'll do this for you. Your brownies have been lacking that flavor you put in and I can't stand for that. Take three of my best, finest cameras. I use them for studying and recording data when I go on my yearly journey across the country...later I'll install them myself and I'll let you know what I fine. Just make me a dozen brownies and we'll call it even." ordered Abu, about three nights ago. It was finally October 31st, and he finished making his usual 800 cookies, brownies, donuts and other varied delights. His house had a mini bakery he had custom built so he could practice at home any new desserts he thought could wow and knock the taste buds from anyone willing to try them. Sub was a simple man in his early 30s, having always wanted to fill the world with sweets, studying hard on how the taste buds reacted to sweet and salty flavors. For a human he was fairly tall, being 6'5", and only weighing about 150 pounds, which was astounding considering how much of his own sweets he ate. Everyone loved seeing his happy expression when he came along, having a long beard on the tip of his chin, curled up close to him which was caused by him tugging on it when it was still growing.

Unlike most chefs who wore their standard attire, he preferred a more formal wear when working, with khakis and a buttoned shirt in his favorite color, brown. Brown was the color of the most popular sweet treat on the planet, chocolate, and it was one treat he worked the hardest on perfecting. Everyone knew when he came out with his chocolate smeared apron adorned with strawberries and flowers, things were about to get a lot sweeter, and the cavity count would rise 10 percent. Angry parents would sometimes yell at him for giving such sweet sweets but they would be quelled by the fluffiness of his cinnamon rolls, as he insisted the kids practice good brushing. He himself made it a priority to have good teeth, since without them, he couldn't chew his favorite foods.

Later that night, Abu came during the evening while Sub baked away, usually taking the day off on major holidays like this to focus on the sweets for all who want it. He put 3 high resolution, night vision cameras in hidden areas like the top cupboard to see the whole kitchen, one in his room, and the last in his living room, looking at the stairs going upstairs. After taking a 30 lb. crate of sweets, he went on his way and let his friend enjoy his evening, knowing that probably nothing will be found but at least he's set for the next few days. With that bit of relief in mind, he stayed up late answering the door, and resting in his living room while reading a book on what's hot in the world of baking today, "Oha! Chocolate is going out of style? Nein! The kids all loved my brownies and chocolate chip cookies. These foul pretends have no idea what it means to sweeten the world." he exclaimed, finding it hard to believe that anyone would get sick of chocolate.

His works of art all used chocolate in some way, excluding the more specific ones like his famous cinnamon buns, rolls and bites, which were popular among the ladies. He twirled his black beard with a finger and found himself yawning, realizing that it was almost 12 am, and that the kids had stopped ringing his doorbell. It was time to get some rest, his body tired from all the baking but his heart happy to see all those smiles and happy faces of the next generation. Quickly he ran upstairs and got himself ready for bed, changing out of his sweet smelling chef outfit to something more form fitting, red boxers with chocolate bars designed all over it, and a white T-shirt, taking the time to brush his teeth and head over to his large bedroom. His room was simple, having a large king sized bed, adorned with chocolate bar shaped pillows with fluffy red covers. The red carpet and white walls gave an overall sweet feeling to his personal bedroom, with a mini-fridge beside his bed. There were also some pills on top of it, sleeping pills specifically which he used after long days like this.

He started using them since his doctor recommended it as he couldn't sleep due to the "monster" creeping around. No one would believe him and his doctor felt that it was simply his overworked imagination making him paranoid. Tonight though, with the cameras in place, he felt at ease, kneeling down and reaching into his mini-fridge to get a cold bottle of mineral water to cool him down, "Mmm...I feel..like I can just fall asleep this time." he thought as he gulped down the ice cold chill, wiping down his beard and opting to go without the sleep drug this time. Feeling daring, he jumped right into his bed, bouncing a few times from the softness and stretching out with a yawn, "Mmm...wait...what if it is my imagination...Abu may rub it in my face...no. It'll catch something. I didn't wake up with my boxers down for no reason...and those scratch marks..."

Part of him hoped to find something on camera, but another part also didn't want anything else to happen. It was conflicting, however all he wanted was peace of mind finally, and to get on with his life. With his blanket wrapped up, and his mind easing up on the stress and dreaming about entering the Sweet Dulcia Judging, where any true skilled dessert chef would want make himself recognized. He was already 37 and he didn't want to miss out on baking the best sweets while he was still in the prime of his life. Only thing stopping him was his fear of failure, knowing how strict the judges are as they were unbiased and come from a family line bred to have the most sensitive and accurate taste buds on the planet. Although he had many great dishes, he had yet to find the "perfect" dessert dish, something that he could call his own unique work. Despite those thoughts, he dozed off rather easily, snoring softly with his mind at last resting and snoozing all night.

Two hours later, at about 2:30 am, the neighborhood was dead quiet, since the curfew for Halloween was in effect. Sub was dreaming about making the best dessert, the one of his dreams ironically. Everyone cheered him on as he opened the oven and was about to pull out the master dish before suddenly hearing an odd sound. Suddenly his dream was ruined and he didn't get a chance to even see his dream dish, hearing the sounds of rummaging and odd sounds coming from downstairs. At first he thought it was nothing, dazed from his sleep, but the sounds soon woke him up in shock and he realized that someone or something was downstairs, "!?...w-what...what is that?!" he muttered, shivering in his covers and wondering what it could be. If it wasn't the "monster", it could be a thief. Quietly he reached over to his cell phone, left on top of his fridge beside the water bottle and pills, only see that it was not working.

It was off and would not turn back on, making him panic as even his alarm clock was off. It was a really bad situation, wondering if he should stay in bed and hide. The prospect of dying was a scary thought, though he didn't want to go down without a fight. Carefully he climbed out of bed and tip toed out of his room, hearing the sound of chewing coming from downstairs. Whatever it was, it was eating his left over desserts he thought. He had a lot left over, which he would normally give out the next day, but if this mystery person was partaking on the desserts, it would be a good distraction. He grabbed an umbrella he had at the side of the stairs, gripping it hard as he quietly went down to the ground level, seeing the light coming from the larger fridge. He had two fridges, a normal one for his general food on the left corner of the kitchen, and another fridge was which was extra-large to accommodate the extra things he needed for holiday specials, the type made like a walk-in closet was made right beside the oven for easy access.

The silence of his house was scary and made his heart race, swallowing hard as he shimmied against the wall and quietly crept over, the sound of that chewing growing louder before he reached the wall behind the kitchen. Sweat rushed down his face, seeing that his front door was untouched, and wondering if this person came in through the back. No sounds of a break in woke him up, so how did they get in? It was a serious question on his mind, and it was making his hands tremble. He leaned over and peeked into the kitchen, finding his fridge wide open but no one was inside. He also just noticed that the chewing sound he was hearing had stopped as well. Did he miss it while lost in thought?

With his trembling hands, he raised the umbrella and prepared to strike down whatever was eating his food, forgetting that he could've ran out the front door and called for help, but no one can think properly when their chocolates are in danger. His desserts were his life, and it was about time to stop whoever was causing him all this stress, "....H-here we go." he said to himself, his shaky legs carefully moving that scared body into the kitchen. From his angle, he couldn't see the fridge, just the light coming from it, peeking around and barely able to see anything in the darkness, and the glare of the fridge light wasn't making anything better. Quickly he turned the corner and saw nothing but a large mess and the light of the fridge blinded him for a moment, adjusting after a few seconds and seeing that no one was there. There were many crumbs on the floor and tons of pieces of cinnamon buns tossed around the floor.

Whoever was here, was snacking hard and a very messy eater, thinking for a moment on what to do. Did they leave, or did they hide and awaited to strike. The low hum of the fridge, and the cold air coming from it started to make him shiver, considering closing the door but it may alert whoever was here, if they were still around. Suddenly he heard that sound again, the faint but noticeable chewing sound, like biting into something soft, "Nnngh!...there it is again...it's there...waiting for me..." he said looking behind him, now realizing that the fridge is projecting a shadow against the far wall. He must have alerted whoever was here, quickly hiding behind the cooking table in the middle of the room. The chewing began to grow louder, making him whimper a bit. It was scary being unable to know where it's coming from, peaking from both sides and seeing nothing in the darkness.

The cold floor against his trembling palms was not making situation any easier, considering running outside and calling someone for help. But the front door felt so far away now, still clutching the umbrella tightly and looking towards the kitchen exit which lead to the front door. As he started to crawl, a dark silhouette caught his eye and made him fall back behind the table. Now he was officially scared, his teeth nearly chattering after seeing what was indeed another person. It wasn't human, and whatever it was, it had fur, lots of it. Since he was in the light, there was no doubt that he was seen, "Scheiße....Oh no..oh no...oh no..." he panicked, having seen a creature he could not recognize. Maybe it was done with dessert and wanted his flesh now, that awful chewing growing in loudness, sounding like it was right behind him.

He was too scared to even move a finger, those teeth chattering on their own. He turned to the right and saw a bright brown face, with black eyes, simply chewing idly. The look of fear on his eyes widening before screaming out loud and turning to run, 'OH MY GOO---OOOOF!", he shouted before being stopped right in his tracks. With a loud thud, he ran face first into the lower drawers, flinching and falling right to the ground. There was quite a bit of pain coming from his face, rubbing it but quickly turning around and seeing if whatever snuck up on him was still there. Luckily for his heart, he was alone, or so it seemed, being in the light of the fridge now and slowly standing up, "Ow...no! I got to get outta here!" he thought to himself, standing up while still holding his face. Although no one was there, that awful chewing could still be heard, as if following him.

It was sinking into his bones, that soft munching, that odd sound driving him crazy and making him starting to bolt towards the door. He needed to get help and he needed to avoid getting eaten, taking one step forward and slipping on a piece of soft cinnamon bun, immediately flipping back and landing right on his back. It was such a sudden fall that it knocked him unconscious, being left on the floor, at the mercy of whatever was in there with him. His eyes suddenly opened up, leaving the darkness he was in and finding himself in bed. He was quite confused, looking around and seeing his alarm clock on, showing the time 3:01 am, and his cell phone also having the same time, "?..What...was it all a dream?..." he wondered, wincing suddenly and feeling his face to be in pain.

No it was no dream, as his face and back of his head was throbbing, but how was he brought to bed? Suddenly he realized that the blasted chewing was again still being heard, gripping his head and now thinking he was brought here to be finished off. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness finally, turning over and seeing someone peeking in from the doorway. He heard a light high pitched eep, seeing the person move away and quickly go down the stairs. This time he was determined to do something, tired of being such a lowly man and not wanting to end up as lunch. From what he saw, it wasn't that big, being shorter than him, so he felt a bit confident about confronting it. Quickly he followed through, grabbing pillow and planning on using it to pin whatever it was down.

Ignoring the headache, he didn't care about hiding. It knows it saw it and it would try and get away. From the kitchen he saw its shadow, seeming to have gone back to the kitchen to get more food probably. Sub growled and ran full speed ahead, holding the pillow over his head and seeing that there was nobody in the fridge. There were however a few of his cinnamon buns on the floor, making him wonder how something could move that fast. As he lowered the pillow, he saw a hand reach out for one from behind the table, being very low to the ground. Now he could see that it was a brown hand, with a lack of claws which was surprising. The instinct to attack kicked in and he jumped right on the table and sliding across it like they do in the movies, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ATTACK!" he shouted with that thick German accent, landing right on the target, with the pillow over its chest. He expected a vicious monster, but he got loud sobbing, seeing the face of his "monster".

The pillow was lifted up quite high, now realizing that it was female. Her hands covered her eyes as she sobbed loudly, having fur all over her head, like a loin's mane, and a short muzzle, with even two little horns poking out the top of her head, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!" she cried, tears flying all over with Sub suddenly having a heavy heart. There were cinnamon bun crumbs all over her mane, and chest as he lifted the pillow off and got off of her. She was wearing very little, with two straps over her breasts, just enough to cover the nipples with areola visible, and a purple skirt that was over her legs. Overall for a monster, she was cuter than expected, and thick like the head chef he worked with from time to time.

"?...Y-you're the one who's been stealing my lebensmittel...and driving me verrückt?..." he asked with a calm voice, seeing her sniffle and remove her hands from her eyes. To his surprise, her eyes were not white with a colored iris, but black and slitted. The slits in her iris were not however a circle, it was a cross, something like a dragon would have, but with another line down the middle. Definitely was not something from around her he thought, but that soft innocent tone made him wonder if he should be angry at her,"...Y-your food...*sniff* is so good...that sweet fluffy thing...Cinna loves it...you make the best soft food.." whimpered the monster, wiping her nose and looking up at the human. At least his food was delicious to even those not from this world he thought, feeling a bit of pride for a moment, before shaking his head and sighing.

Was this the time to marvel at his skill? That other worldly beings actually stole it from under his nose? Maybe his dream was trying to tell him something after all, smirking for a moment before once against shaking his head, "....You seem to really like the cinnamon buns..." he noted while rubbing his beard, seeing a what looked like sack made of cloth full of cinnamon buns right behind her. There were other sweets too, but the majority were his famous cinnamon buns, currently chilled due to being inside the fridge. Now he just felt bad, though stealing was not right, "....Honestly stealing is wrong...whatever you are. So you like my desserts huh? Really you could've just asked me instead of sneaking around like this. My bakery is open to all. Freshest cinnamon buns mid-day to late afternoon." advertised Sub with a smirk, before offering her a hand. She lacked even claws so she could've have been that dangerous, and with that emotion she was giving, it was doubtful she was evil as well.

Her face was still a little nervous, though he seemed sincere. The stories she was told and the rumors all pointed to humans being the most vicious of monsters. But over the past year, she watched him at night, as he slept and partook of his food. Words could not describe the delicious sweetness he was able to make, and her friends and peers all enjoyed it when she jumped back home and brought the food this human was able to make. Cautiously she raised her hand, before taking it and standing right up. She was heavier than he thought, and wider too, making him wonder how was she able to hide from him, "T-thank you...y-you aren't going to eat me right?...really?" he asked once more, seeing that she was about 5'9", shorter than him by a good margin but she was rather thick.

She had the scent of sweets all on her, feeling her hand to be rather warm, and she enjoyed the flesh of smooth human skin, taking a deep breath as she looked up at him, "Yea...really. I only make sweets to put smiles on everyone's faces...and I think you'd better with a smile too. Though since you asked me...I want to ask you. You're not a demon or anything are you?..." he asked while turning around and closing the fridge, getting tired of feeling chilly and taking a moment to clean the floor with several paper towels. She looked to the side as she was put on the spot, not expecting to have seen him, only expecting him to be sleeping when she took her time to check him out. For a while she worried about the worst case scenario she was found out, but he never woke up no matter what she did.

That lead her to becoming more and more daring over time, her tongue of hers getting a taste of that human flesh, and more so. But she felt safe because he wouldn't wake up and there was no chance of him finding out. Tonight she expected to do the same, having written down back home about what day was today for humans and she was very eager to get right on to doing what she had planned for a while, and finally had the courage to do so. In her thought, she didn't realize that she had her hands against her cheek with a light blush, thoughts coming to that naked human, and that sweet cream that shot out from him. Though the lights turning on and making her scream suddenly, "Aahhhh! Too bright!" she yelled in slight pain. Sub had gone to the kitchen light switch to get a better look at her, jumped up and panicked watching her fell to the floor covering her eyes. Maybe she was from the underworld he thought, turning down the light to a dim setting, and running over to her.

"Ack! I'm sorry! I just wanted a better look at you!" he shouted as he ran to her aid, seeing her wipe her eyes, and blink several times. This level of light was acceptable, being about outside was for her back home, "Mmph...that wasn't nice Süßigkeiten...I can't see in the bright light you humans are accustomed to..." she explained while once again being helped up, wiping her skirt off and looking annoyed at Sub. It wasn't like he did that on purpose, thinking for a moment, before getting an idea on how to cheer her up, "Ah..--wait, you know my name?..." he asked, not having mentioned it to her at all and getting a nod in response, "Oh yea..you're Süßigkeiten...best human sweets maker. Cinna fell in love with this thing here when she jumped over and opened the cold closet..." she replied while bringing up the sack she had with the cinnamon buns in them.

Was he that well known that his fame transcended the earthly plane? For a moment he felt that confidence turn to ego, though he quickly turned it down, looking at his guest reach into the sack,"Cinna?...is that your name?..." he asked, getting another nod and a squeal of delight as she took a healthy bite of the crumpled sweets that had gotten messed up. The flavor was unharmed though, getting flakes and crumbs in her mane but still oh so loving it. It was a cute name, fitting of a sweet looking girl, if not a monstrous looking one. She was very well figured, having wide hips and visible yellow stomach which complimented her cinnamon brown skin. That skirt was a two piece, showing part of her upper thighs and bits of fur on her ankles, "I see....that is a cute name...though wouldn't you prefer to have fresh ones?"

Although they were good cold, she never got the opportunity to try freshly baked treats, her eyes widening and holding her cheeks in awe at the possibility of having her dessert fresh, "Eeeeeee! R-really?" her voice being rather high pitched, Sub giving a smirk as he rarely heard such an enthusiastic squeal for his sweets, going over to the large fridge and getting a metal tray to put 10 cinnamon buns, the last ones he had that weren't pilfered by Cinna onto it for warming in his oven. It was very exciting for her, not only is she getting more sweets, but that rumor about humans seemed to be a bunch of lies. Although she would wonder why rumors like that were spread to begin with, her heart and stomach was aflutter seeing him walk past her and towards the oven.

Unfortunately for Sub, he wasn't watching the floor and his heel caught a piece of cinnamon bun that Cinna had been eating and found himself sleeping and falling onto the ground with a firm thud. He couldn't catch a break today, having dropped the tray onto himself and looking up at the ceiling. It was getting really old that he's been this clumsy all night. Cinna gasped and walked over him, kneeling down at his head and putting a hand on his head, "Oh! Süßigkeiten! Are you okay?!" she asked with quite a bit of concern, the chef about to answer before her gaze turned to something else. She realized that the sweets had been ruined, moving forward to grab the upside down tray off of his lap and seeing crumpled cinnamon buns stuck to his boxers, "Oh...you're all dirty...and it's my fault...let me help you!"

She moved forward enough that her Sub's head vanished under her skirt, to his surprise she was bare, and smooth all over. He felt his heart skip for a moment, not having seen something like that in ages, "Uh....Cinna!?.." he whimpered, feeling her warm heavy breasts resting on his stomach before giving a gasp upon feeling a hand on his crotch. Cinna was removing the sweets from his boxers, trying to be helpful while being absentminded about what was happening down below. Her hands grabbed the tray first and then grabbing each bun before accidently brushing her palm against the middle of his boxers, feeling the bulge and giving a light eep and a deep blush growing on her face. She immediately jumped a bit feeling his breath against her bare lips, only just realizing that she had moved enough to put his head between her legs, jumping back and landing on her soft tush.

Sub saw that she had her legs spread while covering her face, seeing that she had a bit of a bush on top of her crotch. Again it took her a moment to realize again that she was showing too much, quickly closing her legs and standing on her knees, having such a red blush of embarrassment on her face, "Oooh no...H-he saw me..." she whimpered to herself, the chef taking a deep breath and clearing his throat, "Uhh...well now. Seeing that I'm a mess...let me get a change of clothes...t-then we can focus on...making new sweets.." he suggested considering his red boxers were quite covered in white cinnamon bun cream. Cinna curled up and hugged her knees, giving a shy nod and wondering how he felt about having seen that. She found him attractive on first sight, and many of her kind thought she was a glutton from her love of sweets.

She was already taller, and wider than most females of her kind, and her appetite was not very appealing usually. Despite that they flocked to her when she bought sweets, not many people could look at her body and say she was attractive. She caught at the corner of her eye, the bulge in his boxers, the main reason why he hurried off actually since Sub didn't feel proper with a female he just met. On top of that, she wasn't even from this world! That wasn't the proper introduction she needed from a professional chef, though she was thinking otherwise. Quickly she stood up and was about to follow but there was still a few buns left on the table, reaching over and nabbing one before quietly going upstairs.

It was good that she learned how to properly sneak around, a big requirement back home with how the state of affairs were. She peeked in and saw him looking at into his closet, that glancing down to that bulge between his legs and saw that it grew, "Eee....it's gotten big and thick....Oh...that sweet cream..." she whimpered in her mind, pressing her back against the wall and munching on the cinnamon bun she took. Sub had kept the light dim, knowing now that Cinna can't take bright light, though why he did so when he didn't expect her up here he wasn't so sure. She chewed happily with her legs quivering, feeling the wetness gather and start dribbling down her legs. Images of her sucking him off like before, and slurping up the stickiness went through her mind, but now knowing that he didn't mind his company. It was much more comforting in knowing that she could get him off without the fear of him waking up and eating him like she originally thought.

"...Cinna, you can't eat something while trying to sneak up on me." remarked Sub, getting a surprised eep from Cinna as she was unintentionally making noise. By now he already knew where that chewing came from, planning on not being frightened by it anymore. She felt that embarrassment hit her again, her legs grinding together as she peeked in again, seeing him sitting on the bed and thinking on what to do. He couldn't very where change with her there, and he wasn't proper with that erection he had bugging him, "...I I wasn't trying to s-sneak up on you...I..."

She couldn't get what she wanted to say out, getting too nervous and shy to continue what she wanted to say. Sub sighed and thought about the other part of what she had been doing. His food was being stolen, but there was the matter of his lower half getting undressed, and the claw marks left on his thighs. The last girl he liked left him for some jock, having given up on women after that and devoting himself to the trade of cooking. Hell he found himself working with an attractive python, but only later on did Abu state that she tried to work her magic on him and he failed to notice it. There was no lie that he was pent up, and he let his disappointment make him ignorant of any women for the past decade, "...I have a question...were you the one responsible for scratching my thighs up?...many nights I've woken up naked, with light scratches on my legs.." he asked the monster girl, Cinna swallowing hard and realizing that she must have been rougher than normal those few nights.

Her silence and light whimper probably meant that she was the one responsible, having felt a bit uncomfortable for a moment, but at least it explained two things. One, the lack of pent-up ness he felt the following day, and the scratches, both being related to her. If she wasn't so sweet sounding and kind, he would've mistaken her for a succubus, but she was just a monster who enjoyed treats, "...Cinna, come in please." he requested, seeing Cinna peek in and lick her fingers clean, brushing off the crumbs from her mane and wondering if it was really alright. He did say please, and he did offer to make a fresh batch, so there was little chance that he was going to do something mean. Shyly she walked in, looking down on the ground and wondering if this was the right thing to do.

Looking back, she was being rather selfish, seeing how generous he was to her, someone not human, "...Süßigkeiten...I...Uh..." she spoke, trying her best to get over her natural shyness as she walked towards his bed. His room was very elegant she thought, only seeing it in pure darkness but now able to appreciate it in the dim light, "I'm not...angry at you. I just wish you had spoke--..warten..that probably wasn't an option for you. You tried your best to stay hidden from me." he realized, seeing her take a seat beside him, though a few inches away. She glanced over at him, noticing that he was still in the same boxers from before and she caught him before he could change. His heart was racing, being so bare in front of a lady was making him a bit nervous.

To break the ice, he reached an arm over and pulled her over against him, making her gasp and blush harder than before, "Aahh!....Oooh..." she whimpered, feeling his warm shirt against her and resting her head against his shoulder for a minute or so, "Mmm...Feeling any better? As I mentioned, I'm not going to eat you or anything of the sort. My life is making people happy with treats, and I will be the best no matter what." he exclaimed, getting himself hyped up and hopefully getting her to understand why he does what he does. That passion, that burning desire to cook the best sweets got to her as he thought, but maybe more than he bargained for as she suddenly moved off the bed and pounced him on to it, straddling him while biting her lower lip.

"Nggh...Süßigkeiten...you're the sweetest male I've ever met...and...I've been selfish in enjoying your body while you work day and night sharing your sweets with everyone..." she said while pouting, looking down at him while her moist thighs and crotch grinded idly against his lap, making him shiver a bit feeling that lovely female on him. Her guilt was enough to push her to indulge in her arousal, her fingers resting on his chest and lightly scratching. Sub himself was unsure on what to do, looking up at this juicy beauty and seeing her undo her top, revealing her bare bosom jiggle free from their thin prison. Her nipples were rather pert and areola was rather large, his hands unconsciously reaching towards them as for the first time in ages, his attention was right on a woman.

Her moan was sweet and soft like a fresh corn muffin out of the oven, his palms pressing against those nipples and feeling them grow while her body shivered, "Nngh...They're soft like your...buns Süßigkeiten...let me share with you...as you've shared with me.." she pleaded, pressing into those hands, and leaning into him, enough that his face was nearly smothered by those marshmallow pillows of goodness. She was quite stacked, his fingers teasing that now pert pair of nipples, and pinching playfully, trying to do his best to remember what he had done in the past. Baking required steady hands and fingers, and his hands were something he was very skilled with. Cinna arched her back and gasped, her hips wiggling back and forth under her human partner while her eyes were clenched shut.

That body of hers was warmer than he expected, the scent of cinnamon strong on her, along with that natural female scent that was driving him wild now, showing how long it's been for the chef. His beard tickled her slightly, feeling his face now being smothered by that bosom. Wanting to tease her more, a hand left her nipple, and moved gave her hip a firm squeeze, lucky for him that he was a tall guy with long arms. Her body shuddered even more feeling that fleshy hand caress her, and those fingers latching to her skirt and teasingly trying to pull them down. She took a deep breath and pulled back, his fingers too much for her as she stood up on his bed and unbuttoned her skirt. As it fell, she revealed her full naked body, something she never expected to do with any male, especially one not of her kind.

Sub's heart skipped a beat seeing that sexy body, those plump tits, that juicy stomach, and the little bush above her pussy. Honestly he wondered only for a moment, is her body really the same as any other female? His eyes focused on her, seeing turn around and show off her fuzzy tail, before bending over to give her partner a lovely view of that delicious jiggly butt. To Sub's luck, she lowered herself against his face, this time not minding that she was being seen in full, "Nngh...I-I can't believe...I'm doing this...with a human...but he's so...sweet!..." she thought to herself, her body going crazy for the chef as he could see. Her thighs were lightly moistened by her juices, her butt a lovely brown, but her crotch area a bright yellow.

That monster scent she had was strong and feminine as expected, her lips being a bright pink, even with a clit, showing that females generally don't change much no matter where you go. Sub's hands first gave her butt a firm squeeze, starting to pant hard now as he heard her squeal in delight. Though he gave a low grunt upon feeling Cinna directly feel up that obvious bulge that was moist with her fem juice from her earlier straddling, her hands gripping the covered shaft and toying with it, before simply pulling down those odd clothing that humans wore. They were complicated she thought but at least they had a hole to let the cock out, which was useful when she first started to taste him. However she wanted the full package, giving out another moan of delight once Sub's fingers spread her lips and giving her goose bumps all over.

"Ooooh...S-Sub..." she cried, looking at that uncut cock and gripping the shaft with her left hand. She pulled the foreskin back nice and slow, the heat and throbbing in her palms felt delicious as she stared intensely at the phallus, leaking with pre. Interestingly, he smelled lightly of chocolate, which was attributed to his choice of scented soap and body wash. Her tongue was already drooling and her body was trembling once that tongue finally found its way to her lips. Both of his hands were holding on to her hips, his tongue going around and tracing over the outline of that wet pussy. The taste of a female, driving him crazy with arousal, was only compounded once Cinna gave the head a lovely firm lick, kissing the head before engulfing it with her lips and suckling lightly, making him curl his toes and once against grunt in delight.

The last time she visited was Independence Day, which was about 3 months ago. Sub had made cupcakes and wore a red white and blue pair boxers to go with the patriotism, which she of course gorged on and made her way to his room. That human flesh and pre was something she had missed, being a pervert under that sweet face if Sub were able to look at her now. Her mouth opened wide, considering that Sub was not only tall, he was fairly well endowed, being at least 9 inches in length and probably 2 inches in thickness. That pink tongue worked its way around the throbbing swollen head, dragging those taste buds over the urethra and getting the sweet musky taste of that male pre. The slurping and licking was quite loud and lewd, doing her best to not moan so much feeling her lover's tongue slip right between her folds.

Her butt pressed her muff harder against Sub's face, his grip on her hips increasing as he didn't mind the weight smothering him. He was actually used to it, being with females who were curvy since those were the types who loved his foods the most. His grunts were muffled by that large amount of ass, feeling Cinna doing something he was not used to. Her tongue had slipped into his foreskin, licking the sides of that swollen head in that tight area. It didn't help that her lips completely covered the head now, letting her tongue do all the work, which after a minute or so, got herself a lovely reward of cum shooting right into her mouth. That first gush caught her off guard, usually taking more effort on her part to make him blow his load.

More than likely it was because he was awake and aware of the pleasure going through his body, pulling back and swallowing that first squirt, letting the following seven squirts spray right on her nose, face and part of her main, making her shudder in pure ecstasy as she felt that gooey thick semen glide over her face and cheeks. Those strands of spunk few quite high, a few droplets landing on her horns before it died down, her fingers stroking that semi spent cock and getting her fingers drenched in the excess that had dribbled out, "OOOOHhhhh oh...so much...has it been that long Süßigkeiten?.." she asked while looking back, feeling him trying to push her off as she relished in his post climax.

It took her a moment to realize that she was resting too hard on his face and was depriving him of oxygen, her ass just too juicy for him as she quickly moved up and heard him take a deep breath. That climax was so good, that he was still shivering, his eyes clenched shut still and panting hard as he tried to re-gain his composer, "Oooh...it's been...so so long...since I felt something like that....gods..." he complimented, being completely overtaken by the rush of pleasure going up his spin. Cinna turned around and rested on her knees beside him, licking her fingers clean, as well as her lips. The sight was something to behold, a facial on a monster--no, a lovely lady. Despite her different looks, she was no different from any other woman, and she was pleased to be with an odd chef like himself.

"Mmph...You okay Cinna?...I really...let myself go...I hope it won't be a problem getting that out of your lovely hair." he said with a slightly worried tone in his voice, Cinna merely smiling with that deep blush. She was used to this sort of thing by now, having gotten the necessary tools to clean up later, "I-It's not a problem...I usually prefer that sweet...release on my face...t-though Süßigkeiten...T-there's something..I'd dream of doing with you..." she began to talk, tapping her claws together and lowering her head a bit. He was spent for the moment but he had more than enough to keep going, the chef himself blushing since she thought of him quite strongly and wondering what she had in mind.

"Dream...well what is it?" asked Sub curiously, tugging on his beard while seeing her lift a finger to her mouth and lightly bite on it. Cinna took a deep breath once more, moving from the side and moving onto his stomach, making her human give a light oof and making him shiver feeling her still dripping muff against his bare stomach, "...Can I ride you?...I've...been hesitant to do it in the past...but I've wanted to..and I wanted to see you enjoying it...nngnh.." she squealed at the end, closing her eyes and covering her face as she finally said her deepest desire to the male she had been tasting for over a year. Sub swallowed hard hearing such a request, his fingers trembling for a moment, before giving her a naughty smirk.

He was really in the mood, his normally calm and stern nature changing to a more lewd and lustful one. His hands moved up to cup her breasts, catching her off guard and making her moan slightly, before moving those hands down to her stomach, and then rest on her thighs, "Mmm...that's a great idea Fräulein...I'd love to have your ass bobbing up and down my cock.." he remarked, his tone of voice having changed and bringing back his previous nature behind closed doors. It was definitely different from the Sub she knew, but he basically said to ride that cock all the way home. Slowly she lifted her hips, and moved down, reaching between her legs to grip that male human cock, feeling it throbbing once again in her palm and ready for round two.

Sex alone was a rush, his head heavy and pounding hard with the heat of lust. His fingers dug into the bed feeling her tease herself, the thick phallus being pressed against those swollen lips, making him grunt while Cinna herself gave a low soft moan, "Nnngh...So thick..." she uttered, her chest rising and falling rapidly, jiggling once that moist penetration rocked their worlds. She was incredibly tight, those walls clenching on the invading flesh. Cinna stopped almost immediately after the head vanished, nearly losing her breath and seeing stars, "Nnaaaaaah!....Oooooh..." moaned that lovely thick lady, taking it easy while Sub himself curled his toes and felt that sweat go down his nose and beard.

The interesting part was how smooth and soft his cock felt, her kind having slightly tougher feeling skin when erect. Though not having them did not make it any less pleasurable, his size being abnormally large compared to the males back home. Sub was really having trouble containing himself, his hands moving up and caressing her legs as she lowered herself down, inch by delicious inch, the two lovers both gasping in unison. That thickness was really hard to handle, finding herself nearly making a wet mess of her fem juice on him once she was half way down. His encouragement via the hands on her thighs were a lovely addition, soon finally managing to get all 9 inches of that male inside of her.

Sub's throbbing was intensified by her tight clenching, those walls squeezing and trying to milk that pent up sack of what it was worth. He realized that the shirt he was wearing was not only wet with her juices from earlier, but from the sweat he was getting due to the lewd fun they were having. It was difficult but he pulled that pesky shirt off, looking up at that beautiful fuzzy face and saw her shivering with her eyes clenched, getting herself properly adjusted on his thick rod. Cinna rested her hands on his chest after a few moments, panting quite hard and finding it hard to move her hips at all as they felt like jelly while feeling so stuffed. He was surprisingly in good shape, having a toned body, with his chest being somewhat defined and tough. By no means was he muscular but he stayed in good shape being on his feet all day and carrying all those ingredients back and forth.

He was indeed a real man, even if his facial hair was lacking compared to the males back home. To her surprise, her human gave the sides of her butt a playful slap, making her squeal in delight and making her hang her tongue out as she hadn't seen this side of Sub. Technically she hadn't seen any side considering he was unconscious each time she drank him dry, but it was delightful to see that he could get into it. His hold on her hips was firm, massaging her before helping her lift those hips up, her shivers in his palm oh so delicious before letting her go, the loveliest slap being heard from their bodies meeting and the bed shaking. Her moan of being fucked was music to Sub's ears, smirking somewhat and grinding his hips against hers, "Mmmm...so tight...you're pre-heated already...time to stuff and fill your sweet center." he remarked while breathing hard, making her bite her lower lip, and properly lift her hips up herself.

The monster lady riding the chef, her dream come true while she began to pump herself up and down that thick rod, "Nnngh!..." she moaned, her fingers digging into that bare chest while her naughty sweet human helped along. The bed began to shake and squeak, the scent of their sweet arousal mixing and the bed taking the beating of a life time. Her sweet light moans were accompanied by the light sound her breasts jiggling, Sub getting the best kind eye candy he could ask for. He gave the side of her hip a playful slap, making her moan and suddenly stop in place, shuddering and arching her back with her tongue hanging out. That orgasmic moan hit the room hard, Sub himself shivering upon feeling the lovely wash of feminine juices going over his thighs and sack.

She had the look of nirvana on her face, seeing stars for a moment as she leaned back a bit and moved two fingers to give her clit some light rubbing, "Oohhh...Süßigkeiten...Mmmmph..I-I'm sorry...those hands..." she apologized, orgasming suddenly and feeling a bit embarrassed that she did so rather soon. She was pent up as well but not like the chef, Sub giving a confident smirk and sitting up a bit while keeping himself balanced with one hand to give her left nipple a playful lick, making her gasp and moan once again, "Mmm...No worries Cinna-buns...these hands are used to handling sweet and hot things. Though they may get burnt from my lack of oven mitts with you..." said the flirtatious chef, making her blush oh so hard and hug him close against her chest.

A talented well-endowed male who's a sweet talker to boot. At first she thought she hit the jackpot with the food stash she brought back home, and the free oral fun, but now it was as if she died and went to the afterlife. Sub gave her right nipple a pinch, giving her a sweet smile while he teased her, "Mmmph...well care to let the head chef recommend a better method to giving you a gooey center?" he asked her, wondering what he meant though she had hoped it would end in her getting that pussy of hers dripping with his semen. She raised her pinky and bit the tip lightly, clenching both eyes for a moment before looking at her with that flushed expression on her face, "O-oh?..What does the professional suggest on stuffing these "buns"?.." she replied with a small whimper of anxiousness in her voice, moving a hand and giving her own left cheek a playful slap.

Much to their discomfort, Sub had to help her off, that lewd dirty exit of that tight pussy making their hearts jump for a moment. His bed would need a nice cleaning later, but that was of little importance at the moment, as a chef's workstation always ends up a mess when making the best sweets. He got on his knees and pointed towards the wall at the end of his bed, "Sweetie, brace yourself against the wall...and bend over nicely..." ordered the chef, Cinna swallowing hard and now getting the gist of what he planned on doing. She scuttled forward and pressed both hands against the wall, slowly lowering herself until her butt was upwards and pointing back. Almost immediately Sub gave her left cheek a playful squeeze, making Cinna arch her back and turn her head.

Those fingers trailed along her wide cheeks, before reaching her still quivering muff and feeling two fingers enter her, "Oh...perfect...you're ready to be filled with "frosting". This position is perfect for pouring loads of gooey sweetness without spillage...though it may sometimes be unavoidable when having fun.." he teased, his tone low and sensual as he fingered her, his thumb teasing her clit as well and making her shiver, "Naaaah!....Oooh...Süßigkeiten...no more appetizers...please serve dessert!" pleaded Cinna, feeling like she could get another climax sooner than expected at the rate Sub was laying the love on. This position was one of his personal favorites for obvious reasons, moving right behind her after pulling his fingers out from her and licking them clean.

She was so moist and wanting now, that her mind was getting cloudy with the thoughts of sex. Although she dulled her claws as she found sharp nails to be ugly, she was lightly scratching his wall from how anxious and wanting she was. Sub wasn't doing her any favors by taking his team to make her as heated as possible, before pushing the head in. She was wet and lubed enough, not going slowly this time and feeling her actually push back into him, making that penetration that much faster, and rougher on her tight cunt, "Ggnnah...So thick...that baster is so long..." she remarked, feeling him hit the deepest part of her body upon feeling and hearing that light slap when their bodies met.

Both of his hands were holding her hips tightly, the sweat in his hands taking a moment to get a proper grip and it was a bit difficult to focus when your legs want to give out from the feeling of being inside a hot and tight woman. Though as a professional, he was able to keep his cool and pull himself back, his fingers lightly digging into her soft flesh and thrusting right into her, starting to quicken the pace and causing her to pant harder and faster. Her delicious butt jiggled with every hard thrust, increasing in speed and intensity as time went on. The bed shook with the naughty couple going at it like rabbits, Sub pausing for a moment to give her right cheek a playful slap, making her arch her back and gasp once again.

Cinna looked back at her kinky human, her mane a mess from how hard they were going at it but she was feeling too good that her moans and sweet gasps were not enough to show how much she was loving getting fucked from behind. It was probably the 2nd thing she loved, right under riding a nice cock, "Oh...god...her buns are the fluffiest I've ever had the honor of feeling...She's milking me for all I'm worth..." he thought to himself, his beard getting soaked with sweat and droplets flying in every direction with every slap of her ass against his thighs. When he was getting close to that second climax, he slowed down the thrusting, giving one last strong thrust before leaning over and moving the hands from her hips to her ass to give both cheeks a firm pat, then slap.

If he was any thinner, he probably could fit between those cheeks, so much of it still visible despite being right behind her and pounding that delicious ass. For a moment she wondered why he had stopped, not feeling the warm frosting just yet, but rather his hands wandering to her succulent rump and making her clench her eyes in sweet ecstasy. Those naughty palms moved around to her hips, going up, and under to her stomach, feeling his stomach and back pressing against her own. This was an unexpected bit of affection, giving a sudden delightful whine feeling her right ear getting a playful nip by him, and making her turn back to look at him eye to eye, "Mmmph...I can't last much longer Cinna-buns...making the best sweets in a short time...you got the best oven a chef could ask..." he complimented, making her blush harder than ever and nearly faint from the rush to her head, made only worse as he added in a light kiss to her lips.

A kiss on the lips, another thing that she hadn't gotten in so long. She had a few tears going down her eyes, this moment being sweeter than any of Sub's works and her heart pounding so hard, "Raawwrr...the best chef for the best job. Show me how you "coat" these buns with your...thick sweet "frosting"." she requested, licking her lips and feeling the lewd arousal overtaking her embarrassment and making her want to feel that semen on her rump. It would be bad form if a chef did not listen to a request, especially one which was the chef's special. He brought his hands back to her waist, gripping hard and feeling her shudder yet again, this time knowing that the end was near. Those hips moved back and began pumping once again into that thick juicy rump.

Sub grunted as he was doing everything he could to end it so soon, her inner muscles tensing tightly and squeezing the throbbing shaft, making it more intensified and slightly painful. Their repeated grunts and shaking bed would soon come to an end, Sub finally feeling his resolve melt like the butter in a heated pan, "Nnngnh...Can't hold..." he muttered, feeling that first strong squirt gush into her, making Cinna clench her eyes upon feeling the sticky hot goo enter her. The 2nd and third gushes shot into her with just as much force, coating her walls with that sticky human semen while he continued to pump into her. With all of his strength however, he pulled back while the 5th squirt was making the semen dribble out, still holding on to her lovely ass, giving Cinna's "buns" the frosting it lacked, and what she wanted for a long time. That pent up male was showing how long it's been with 11 good squirts, gush after gush landing and some of it bouncing off that soft ass, with squirts landing on her lower back as well.

The light taps those gushes being shot at her made her tremble, before causing her own orgasm to let loose and her moan rocking the room, unlike Sub's somewhat quiet climax grunt. Quickly she lowered a hand and rubbed her swollen wet hot muff, rapidly grinding those fingers in a circular motion to let out more of that femjuice before slumping down, her ass sticky, dotted and raised up as her upper half had flown down. The hot semen that landed on her tail began to flow down between her cheeks, a hand moving back and spreading her rump to let the spunk get the tight space between her cheeks slick, "Süßigkeiten...you're...such..! Süßigkeiten?!" she suddenly yelped, realizing while looking back at him that he began to fall backwards. His 2nd climax was too much, going unconscious and about to fall off the bed until that fast acting Cinna quickly grabbed by the arm. It was close she thought, though she herself fell onto the slightly sticky bed along with him, her body finally giving out.

She really had a good time, and it was unfortunate that Sub had passed, wanting to show her appreciation for what he did though she saw that the clock read 4:30, knowing that sunrise would be soon. It wasn't a good idea for her to stick around for that, quickly moving off the bed and grabbing her clothes, and the special ring she had attached to her hips that had several colored gems on the ring itself, which were incredibly important for. She was about to head downstairs, but she turned and moved back to the side of the bed, looking at him sleeping peacefully and giving his forehead a smooch, "Mmmwah...I'll be back soon Süßigkeiten...sleep tight..." she said with a happy smile on her face, quickly hurrying downstairs to prepare herself for the jump back home. She may not be bringing much back but the experience was sweeter than any pastry or food.

The sunlight hit Sub's face, yawning a bit and feeling his body to be incredibly sore and slightly in pain. It took him a moment after the grogginess wore off that he was alone, knowing that it wasn't a dream since his bed was a mess and the smell of sex still hung around, "Scheiße...I...I passed out...guess...10 years of not getting any would do that to any man..." he muttered to himself, standing up and feeling a sharp pain in his hips. He would have to wash those covers soon though for now, he just wanted to shower and rest some more. He wondered if she was planning on coming back, grabbing a red towel with chocolate hearts on it and dragging himself to the shower across the hall. After spending a good time cleaning, all he had on his mind was that woman, that sexy thick and juicy lady from another world.

He was still alive, and he didn't think he was dead, pinching himself and feeling pain. She wasn't a succubus, which was a good thing he thought. Maybe he should learn more about her, knowing that light is bad for her, so she wouldn't be around during the day. The day was spent resting, cleaning the kitchen and changing his bed sheets, setting his alarm to 7 pm when the sun went down in case she were to come by. With a clean work station, he got to work and got to baking a dozen cinnamon rolls and cinnamon roll sticks, something he thought up today with the time he spent day dreaming. He finished his treats at 10 pm, making sure to take his time in case she were to return late, giving a sigh as 11 pm soon passed by and still nothing.

Maybe she wasn't coming back he thought for a moment, the hot fresh cinnamon buns and sticks now lukewarm while he rested on his arms, feeling a bit depressed and finally standing up to head to bed. Before he went upstairs, he heard a loud electric sounding boom, along with a bright purple light, making him rush over and suddenly being greeted by the one he had hoped to see, "Cinna! You made it!" he shouted with happiness, the two giving each other a big hug and spending the night chatting and getting to know each other. They also decided to spend more time in bed, though this time with proper preparations as to avoid the major mess they had last time. As they went upstairs to his room once more, Sub wondered if he was forgetting something important. With his thoughts on more fun, he shrugged and decided if it was important, he would've remembered immediately.

Meanwhile....

Back at Abu's single story house, he was sitting in front of a monitor, leaning back on his chair and listening to something. A video was playing on the screen, along with many tissues littered along the floor, "Hmm...Well Sub, guess you were right the whole time. A monster really was stealing your food...damn why don't I get sexy ass girls from other worlds invading my place like that..." he muttered in slight jealous, his cameras still recording and sending live feed of their fun right to him, enjoying the fruits of his labor and thinking that he'll get the cameras back once Sub remembers. No rush in the meantime.....

Happy Halloween!