A siren and an incubus chapter 7
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A siren and an incubus chapter 7
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-Did you all enjoy the previous chapter? I hope so.
-I apologize if this chapter is weirder or less well written than the others, and/or it's filled with spelling errors and fuel for the grammar nazis, but I churned it out last night because I was unable to sleep and was basically going through medication withdrawal again. Shivering, shaking, cold no matter how many blankets, just like last time (had a journal about it). My pharmacy was closed and didn't get there in time to refill my prescriptions after being on a few days vacation with my roommate. Poor planning on my part.
-Still pretty shakey actually
-Shakey?
-Or shaky?
-Help me grammar nazis!
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"That kid is... Lucile's?" Sissel asked, tears in his eyes. The nurses took one quick look at the situation and fled for their lives. Smart choice.
"Sissel, I'm sorry. It was that night we all got drunk. I wasn't thinking clearly, and it just sort of happened. I understand if you're pissed at me, but please don't be mad at Lucile. I went after her, and she tried to tell me it was a bad idea, but I-"
"I don't want to hear it. You lied to me. How could you do that, after all we've been through?" He asked, his cheeks wet with tears. Though actually we hadn't been through a whole lot. Nitpicking.
"Sissel, I didn't want to hurt you. After it happened, I couldn't tell you because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I'm sorry." I said, and I was crying too.
"I... You should have told me. I would have been upset, sure, but we could have worked it out. But now? We... We're through, Sarah. I'm sorry." He said. Then he left. Leaving me by myself, with Lucile's baby in my arms.
"...And so I said to him, at least we didn't bring the tomatoes." I said, and everyone bust out laughing. That is, without a doubt, the funniest thing ever.
"Umm... Thanks for letting me stay at your place for the night, you don't know what that means to me. But I'm gonna head out now. I don't want to be a burden." Joice muttered as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her old clothes.
"Nonsense, we're all sitting down for breakfast. Why don't you join us?" I smiled. Sal was a bit unsure about bringing her in at first, but he came around. I may have had to give him a little encouragement last night though. Actually, now that I think about it, that was just because I was horny.
"I can't do that. You've been really kind to me Mali, but I don't want to overstay my welcome. Thank you for letting me stay here." She muttered.
"No, I insist, come have breakfast with us. Just one meal, and afterwards, you can go if you want to. Consider it a personal favor." I smiled.
"I... Ok then. But just breakfast." She smiled and sat down next to me at the table. I piled up some waffles on her plate and handed her the syrup. She eyed it suspiciously and poured some on the waffle stack. She licked it curiously, as if she'd never seen it before.
"These are delicious!" She exclaimed, and shoveled and entire waffle into her mouth, swallowing it greedily. I've never tasted anything so amazing. My ears twitched, picking up a stray thought from her.
"I'm glad you like them. Sal says I'm a great cook, but he has to say that. It's good to know someone else thinks so too." I smiled. Joice continued to shovel down waffles as if she hadn't eaten in a month.
"You should really slow down, you're gonna give yourself a stomachache." I giggled. She swallowed the two waffles currently in her mouth and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, I just haven't eaten like this in a really long time. The only food I'm used to is whatever I can fish out of people's trash." She muttered, looking both ashamed and angry.
"I'm so sorry to hear that. Have you ever considered maybe trying to find an adoptive family?" I asked. It sounded better in my head, but when I actually said it, I realized it was a stupid question.
"Tried once when I was fourteen, but nobody wanted anything to do with me. Anyone interested in adoption wants somebody younger, not to mention that sergals have bad reputations." She sighed. I can understand how that would make sense, terrible as it may be.
"I don't know. Maybe me and Sal could adopt you." I smiled. Everyone in the room simultaneously dropped their jaws but me. Are you out of your freaking mind? My ears twitched at Sal.
"Why? What about me could possibly have convinced you to do that?" Joice asked, with a cautious look in her eyes. Yeah, really? Sal thought. I gave him a dirty look.
"I like you Joice. You may be a bit distant, but I know you're a good person. You don't deserve to be looked down on by everyone. Besides, me and Sal have been thinking about adopting a kid anyways." I smiled, and shot Sal down before he got a chance to object.
"I couldn't possibly ask you to do something like that. I think it's time that I left." She muttered and stood up abruptly.
"I'm so sorry about all you've gone through, but you don't have to be alone anymore." I said. I stood up and I wrapped her in a hug. She quivered uncertainly, and then I think her walls broke.
"I don't know what to say... Thank you." She cried, and I felt tears on my shoulder. Sal didn't look particularly happy, but I didn't care. Joice has a family now, and I'd never apologize for that.
"Who could possibly be at the door?" I sighed and walked towards the door. Why would anyone want to see me at two in the afternoon? Most people would still be at work. The only reason I'm not is because I took the week off for "family issues," which is code for "Get off my back or I will literally kill you."
"S-Sarah? What are you doing here?" I asked. She looked visibly upset, and she was holding a bundle of something wrapped in blankets. I'd think it was her baby, but it's only been half a day, how could she have the baby?
"Lucile... I need to talk to you. It's important." She muttered. I led her into the living room and we both sat down on the couch, which seemed the logical place considering it's inherant couchyness.
"Lucile, that night we... Had sex... The condom broke, and it wasn't Sissel's baby. It was yours." She muttered and unwrapped her bundle. An adorable brown furred baby bat looked up at me. She had my eyes.
"Sarah... I don't know what to say..." I muttered. I felt strangely empty, as if all the emotions I should be feeling were being held back by some invisible force.
"I know you didn't mean for this to happen, and I'm not going to ask you to help take care of her, but I just felt you should know you had a kid." She sighed. It took a moment, but all those emotions I was supposed to be feeling finally made it to the surface.
"Sarah of course I want to help take care of her!" I yelled and wrapped her in a hug. I think she sort of broke at that point, and she cried into my shoulder..
"Lucile... Sissel found out and... He left me, Lucile..." She cried. I squeezed her tighter. I know she loved Sissel, and I was ashamed for thinking it, but this was my chance for her to love me.
"Sarah, I'm sorry to hear that. I know what he meant to you." I can't imagine Sissel dumping her. It just didn't seem possible. I didn't think, didn't imagine the consequences, but I kissed her. I kissed her on the lips. She squirmed for an instant, but then she kissed me back. We broke off after what felt like hours to me, but was most likely only moments.
"Lucile... I think... I think we can give it a shot now. Us." She smiled. Maybe she wasn't really feeling that way, maybe she was just desperate for something to fill the gap, but I didn't care.
"That's all I wanted Sarah... And... She's beautiful. Just like you." I smiled, and she kissed me this time. I practically melted.
"So, I was thinking you could help me name her. I haven't been able to come up with anything good." She said. Naming a baby is not an easy task.
"Um... Maybe we could name her Mary." I suggested. I've always been bad at names. I remember when I changed my name to Lucile. It took me four months to come up with it. My name used to be... Nevermind... I don't want to talk about it...
"Well I suppose you could name her Stacy. You'd be Stacy's mom, and you'd have it going on." I snickered. Sarah sighed. Loudly.
"Don't make me hurt you Lucile." She chuckled. Whether she admitted it or not, my joke was funny, even if it was only worth a chuckle.
"Well..." I muttered. "We could name her Cecilia." I suggested. It seemed like as good a name as any, especially considering it was me that came up with it.
"I like that." She smiled. Cecelia. An excellent name. I'm surprised I came up with it honestly. I've always been terrible with that sort of thing.
"But I still have to ask. How do you already have the baby? It's barely been a day." I asked. I suppose it's possible that I somehow got amnesia and forgot an entire ten months of my life, but I doubt it.
"I got some weirdo potion from Wasabi. Accelerated the pregnancy." She sighed. That makes sense I guess. Alchemy is a pretty amazing thing.
"Isn't Wasabi the wolf guy who set up shop next door to Sissel's coffee place?" I asked. The name Wasabi rings a bell, but I couldn't quite remember where it came from.
"Yeah, he runs the restaurant. That place practically sprung up overnight too." She muttered. We sat in silence for a minute, until the baby started crying.
"Hey, come on, don't cry. Are you hungry?" Sarah cooed softly, trying to reassure the baby. Then she slipped her shirt down and brought the baby up to her breast.
"You don't mind if I feed her here, do you?" Sarah asked. I stammered, trying to form words for this situation, and failing miserably. In the end, I settled with a blush and a nosebleed.
"I don't know what else I expected from you Lucile. I really don't." Sarah shook her head, chuckling. I blushed again, which just made her laugh.
"You're not jealous of Cecilia now are you?" She grinned, referring to the baby sucking in her nipple. I felt a stirring sensation between my legs.
"N-no, of course I'm not. I-I mean w-why would I be jealous of... sucking on... your... nipples..." My face went beet red. I also had a slowly growing tent in my skirt.
"Haha. Lucile, you are so lying. You know you'd just love to get some of these." She chuckled, shaking her breasts suggestively.
"Why do you have to talk like that."
"Mali, are you out of your mind? We can't adopt that girl. We don't know anything about her, not to mention the fact that she's a-" "Don't you dare say sergal, because so help me Sal I will punch you." I growled, shutting Sal off.
"Listen Mali, it's not a racist thing, but you know why I don't like sergals." He muttered. His brother was killed by a sergal, and he's never been able to look at them with anything but disdain. I'm not saying I approve, but I understand.
"I get it Sal, and I don't hold it against you, but not all sergals are like that. Yes, there are some bad apples just like any other species, but she's not like that." I sighed. I get why he's upset, but I've got my heart set on this, and there's no way I'm going to change my mind, and I told him so.
"Mali, if you really want to do this, I'll support you, but I'm still not happy about it." He sighed. For all his shortcomings, Sal still knows how to agree with everything his better half says. That's one of the most important skills a man can have.
"Listen Sal, give it some time and I'm certain you'll come to love her. She's a bit down on her luck, but think about it. Think about what we could do for her life." I said. Jason continued to observe the conversation with the cold analytical look he always gets when we argue.
"Well, it may not mean anything to you two, but for what it's worth, I like her." He grinned, making it so very obvious what he meant.
"Hey, that's my daughter, don't make me hurt you Jason." I sighed. He always gets like this, and it doesn't always go well for him. I remember once there was a girl who kicked him in the groin. It was a little sad, and a lot hilarious.
"Well, technically not your daughter quite yet, at least as far as the legal system is concerned." Jason muttered, being overly critical again.
"Then I suppose we'll have to make it official. Come on Sal, we're going to town hall." I grinned at Jason.
I was always a bit unhinged. I played things a bit loose. My methods were often called into question, and many a lawsuit was filed against me, but dammit I got results. Sure, I may have bent the rules, broken a few even, to put men behind bars, but I always did what needed to be done to put those dirtbags where they belonged. Yes, I was walking a thin line, and yes I broke the law, but I brought it home on every case I was assigned. Until him.
It started out simple enough. Track down the guy who broke into an electronics store and stole a bunch of computers. I remember it so well.
"Mallows, get your ass in here. I got a case for you! Don't fuck it up!" The boss yelled from his office. Hardass. A bunch of the boys muttered. He's tough on his subordinates, but he gets stuff done, and I respect that. Still a dick though.
"Whatcha you got for me chief?" I asked, walking into his office. He's a big guy who's a stereotypical police chief in just about every way. He's got the mustache, he smokes a cigar, he's go a serious donut addiction, and the list just goes on. He reminds me of Jonah Jameson from those human comic books, except he's a cop and not a newspaper person.
"Some idiot broke into an electronics store and stole all their computers. All of them, even the ones in the back. Two hundred computers just disappeared overnight, and we've got no evidence left behind except a bundle of fur that snagged on something." The boss man growled.
When the boss says 'no evidence,' even when it's only a small amount, he tends to say it angrily. He despises when criminals aren't complete dumbasses. He doesn't like to think that they can be intelligent.
"Did we run DNA on it?" I asked. The chief doesn't like the way I do things, and he doesn't like me. In fact I'd say he downright hates me. The only reason I'm still on the force at all is because I get it done.
"Of course we ran the DNA you idiot." He sighed. The chief, while callous and maybe a bit more aggressive than is called for, is very good at what he does.
"Well, what did we get on it?" I asked. Now that I think about it, maybe that was a dumb question. If we'd gotten anything, the case would be over and I wouldn't be in here.
"Actually yes, we did get something. Or rather the absence of something. The DNA had a match, but the file on whoever it matched was gone. We know they're in the database, but their entire file was just gone. Erased." He sighed. Gone? How could a file just be gone off the entire database?
"But, forgetting that, we did manage to get some general DNA information from it. It's from a male direwolf, dark grey fur. That much is certain, but aside from that we got nothing." He said, puffing on his cigar.
"Direwolf? There are only about six or so hundred of that species left. That narrows the list down a little bit at least." I muttered.
"Unfortunately, about a hundred of them live in this district, so we're basically screwed on that count." He growled.
"So, what do you want me to do?" I asked. The chief routed around in the pile of junk on his desk and pulled out what I assume was the case file.
"Go question some evidence and collect some witnesses, but do it right." He said, and handed me the file. I took it and set off for the store.
"And Mallows." He called, stopping me before I went out the door. "If you do anything outside the law, so much as step on a bug without a warrant or probable cause, and I'll jail you so fast your ass won't know what rammed it." He growled.
It seems like just yesterday. That case proved to just be the beginning of the end. The end of everything that I cared about. All because of him. That bastard Wasabi. He ruined me, and everything that was dear to me.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I screamed and threw a chair. The chair smashed to pieces against his picture on the wall, sending splinters everywhere.
"YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!!!" I flipped a table. He ruined my life. He took everything I had, and now I can't even get a job working security for the fucking mall.
"YOU TOOK MY JOB!" Fifteen years with the force, and they toss me because I try and bring in that bastard for casing eighteen banks in two fucking months! All because he had an alibi. An alibi that was only backed up by his own damn employees!
"YOU TOOK MY MONEY!" The money that bastard won from me in damages and suffering, I can barely afford to feed myself.
"YOU TOOK MY MARRIAGE!!!" Because of what he did, my wife left me. He made it impossible for her to be around me, with all the crap he pulled.
"everything I had... you ruined my life. i hate you..." I broke down and sobbed. If it's the last thing I ever do, I'll make you pay for this Wasabi... I'll make you pay.
"So ummm... H-how are you d-doing?" Phillip asked. Again. He's been a but over sensitive lately, but I don't really think I expected anything different from him. Probably would have helped him if I'd taken the potion. Then this would be over already, but I prefer to do this the way it was supposed to be done.
"I'm fine Phillip, just like I was five minutes ago." I chuckled. He's a bit scattered sometimes, but I know he means well.
"Oh. W-well good." He blushed, his whiskers twitching. He's a cute boy, but a bit too shy if you ask me. He needs to learn to man up some.
"So Phillip, let me ask you something. What exactly do you and your friends do for a living?" I asked. He sort of froze for a second.
"W-we r-run a r-restaurant..." He stammered, and he avoided eye contact. I had to laugh. He really is bad at keeping secrets.
"You obviously aren't a regular restaurant. I see the way you all flip around and do ridiculous stunts. Waiters don't do that. Plus..." I whispered in his ear. "You talk in your sleep Phillip." I grinned.
"I-I-I-I... Madeline, please... Please stop asking. I'm not allowed to talk about it." He muttered, gaining a moment of clarity.
"Well you're no fun at all Phillip. Actually, I can't say that. I know for a fact how fun you can be." I grinned, perhaps somewhat wickedly.
"P-please don't talk like that." He blushed. I laughed. Such a timid boy, but so much in his pants. I still have no idea how that works.
"Oh come on Phillip, you've got a huge tool between your legs, how can you be so shy about everything?" I laughed, which just made him blush harder.
"Well, regardless of what's going on in your head, I still want to know what you do." I said. He really does talk in his sleep, and I would know. I haven't done anything with him since that first night, but unlike most men, he enjoys cuddling. it's unusual, but not unpleasant.
"I... I can't tell you. P-please try to understand..." He muttered. He did look genuinely sad about it, though that sadness could be at what he does or because he can't tell me (supposedly).
"Well Phillip, maybe I'll just go ask your boss." I grinned and dashed off towards the restaurant. Phillip and me were planning on hanging out in the park while he was on break, but whatever.
"W-what? No, wait, d-don't!" He yelled and ran after me. I'm not sure which was louder, me laughing or him complaining his boss was gonna kill him.
"Madeline, please let it go. Please..." Phillip panted, leaning against the wall to try and catch his breath. He is really not an athletic boy. Why do I keep calling him a boy? How old is he exactly? Doesn't matter.
I grinned and opened the door to his boss's office, slowly just to mess with Phillip, when I saw something I probably shouldn't have. I shut the door with a blush.
"W-what's wrong? What is it?" Phillip asked, still trying to get his breath back. I swear, he really needs to work out or something.
"Your boss was... Does the term 'red rocket' mean anything to you?" I asked him. He had a blank expression on his face.
"No, of course not. Let's just never have this conversation again."
"So you mean to tell me, you want to adopt this seventeen year old sergal?" Mr. Judgy asked. He's not actually a judge, but I've always called him that for some reason. Now that I think about it, I have no idea why.
"And what's so wrong about that?" I asked, perhaps a bit defensively. A gay couple tries to adopt a seventeen year old sergal and suddenly everyone is freaking out, I mean what the heck? Well actually nobody is freaking out, but whatever, I'm being dramatic.
"Nothing, nothing. Just a bit unusual is all." He muttered and handed me some papers to sign that were written exclusively in legalese.
"What, unusual because we're gay? Is that it?" I asked, very much offended by his blatant case of homophobia.
"Mali, you say that same thing every time we talk to eachother. It stopped being funny a while ago." He sighed.
"You're no fun at all Judgy." I chuckled. He knows I'm just messing with him. He's just jealous that he doesn't get any of this. I laughed.
"And now... To sign papers!" I announced loudly, which made both Sal and Judgy sigh equally loudly. They're just a bunch of spoilsports.
Ok then. Name of adopter(s). Mali & Sal Halifax. Yes, that's a real last name. Shut up. Name of adoptee. Joice... Joice... Something...
"Joice, what's your last name?" I asked. Hard to imagine the subject hadn't come up before, considering all the preparations we've gone through to get to this point. Preparations my ass.
"My last name is Savage. It was given to me as an insult back at the immigration center on one of the border districts. A bastard named Jacob put it in the papers, and I got legally stuck with it." She muttered. That jerk. How could anyone do something so terrible?
Well, ok. Adoptee, Joice Savage. I smiled and filled out the rest of the sheet. I got Sal and Joice to sign the paper and handed it back to Judgy, who sighed when I called him by his nickname again.
"Ok then. I'll submit this to whatever agency handles this stuff, and they'll give you some notice or whatnot, and boom it's official." He chuckled pretending to not care. He really does care, but he pretends not to. He's a really good guy. It's my understanding that the human world has a much stricter adoption system, but ours is actually rather lax. The reason for that? Plot convenience.
"See ya later... Judgy." Sal laughed, which made Judgy sigh again, and the rest of us laugh. Sal is hilarious, whether he tries to be or not.
"Well Joice, you're part of the family now!" I smiled and hugged Joice. Sal joined in as well because he knew I'd punch him if he didn't. Joice smiled and cried, overcome with happiness I assume.
"I... I've never had a family before... I love you Mali..." She cried. "......And you too Sal." "Thanks for that. Jerk."
"Hey there Phillip, welcome back, you're late for work. I can only imagine why." I chuckled. Sex jokes. You've just gotta love em.
"Yeah, right, this coming from the guy who was just masturbating in his office..." Madeline muttered under her breath.
"I have very good hearing you know." I said to her, suppressing the extreme embarrassment I was feeling in favor of sarcasm.
"Well Phillip I'll see you at my house later." She blushed and ran off with her tail between her legs. I expected nothing less. I'm very intimidating, even when I'm not trying to be.
"Wait, what did she say?" Phillip asked. Seriously Phillip? Those huge satellite dish ears on you head and you didn't hear that? I sighed. His girlfriend though... she apparently has very good hearing... I'd have to make a note of that.
"Nothing, Nevermind. So Phillip, you're on the register, which means Matt, you're on whatever the heck is next on the list of mindless tasks I give you." I laughed, and Matt groaned. Yesterday I sent him out to find watch batteries. He was out for three hours trying to find those things, and in the end I just set them on my desk and haven't touched them since. The look on his face was just priceless.
"Why don't you make Orion do it? It's not like he actually does anything around here anyways." Matt muttered. That's actually a really good point.
"Ok then... Orion, you're on 'mindless task' duty, and Matt you go clean up the bathroom." I said, before I doubled over laughing.
"Whatever. Still better than running all over the district on a fucking scavenger hunt." Matt muttered and grabbed a mop out of the janitors closet.
"Hey, language." I said. Matt has always had a bit of an issue with profanities, not to mention when he's really ticked off.
"Are you the manager here?" Asked some guy in a crappy Hawaiian shirt. Tall, spindly, not very much muscle, though just a little bit of fat. No concealed weapon. Overall rating: not a cop.
"Yes I am. And who, may I ask, are you?" I asked. He didn't seem like a health inspector, but health inspectors rarely wear a uniform. It'd be pretty stupid if they did, come to think of it.
"Just a man who's been waiting twenty minutes for his order to be taken." He said. His tone wasn't upset, so much as bored. Strange.
"My apologies. It's impossible to find good help these days. What can I get for you?" I smiled, then shut my mouth again when I remembered that customers don't like to be greeted by razor sharp teeth. He didn't seem to notice.
"Rib eye, medium rare, side of fries and some brand of alcohol. Surprise me." He smiled warmly. I did the same, for the sake of being friendly. Ok then. I wrote his order down and tossed it over to Dario in paper-airplane form.
"That'll be right out for you." I said, and went off to find Coleman, who would likely be slacking off in a security camera blind spot. No matter how good you think your camera setup is, Coleman will find a blind spot, and then slack off in it. That's sort of why I hired him. He knows camera layout better than anyone I've ever met. Of course he almost never actually does his job, so it's a bit of a tradeoff.
"COLEMAN, YOU'RE ON WAITER DUTY, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND DO YOUR JOB!" I yelled, and Coleman appeared almost instantly from out of the kitchen. He went off and started taking orders in a rushed manner. Idiot. Come to think of it, a lot of my employees are idiots. You'd think I could have sprung for intelligent master thieves, but the idiot variety are cheaper. Wait... I don't pay them. We divide up the spoils.
"Hey Phillip, make sure nobody does anything stupid. I'll be in my office." I chuckled. I love putting Phillip in positions of power. I do it just to see him squirm. It's extremely entertaining.
"Ok then, time to play some internet blackjack." I grinned and cracked my knuckles. Blackjack is an easy game. I wasted about five minutes on that before my mind started to wander again.
"Dammit Wasabi, stop thinking about her." I sighed and slammed my head on the desk. I've had to keep myself occupied constantly just to keep from thinking about Joice, but you can't be busy forever.
"Get her out of your head, she isn't coming back." I growled and slammed my head on the desk again. I can see her, wearing her ragged clothes and with that ever present look of boredom on her face that attracts me no matter how much I try and forget her.
"Hey Wasabi. I hate to stop you from pounding your head on your desk, I really do, but someone's complaining about their meal." Salm chuckled. I jumped to my feat and pushed her out of my head again. Yes! Something to do!
"Wait a second, aren't complaints usually sent to the chef?" I asked. "Usually, but you remember we had to pay the hospital bills for the last guy who complained about their food to Dario." "Oh yeah." I chuckled. Yeah, some guy complained his burger was burnt, and Dario literally jumped through the window to the kitchen and started punching the guy out. By the time we pulled Dario of of him, the guy had three broken ribs, a broken arm and he lost three teeth.
"What seems to be the problem?" I asked Hawaiian shirt guy, putting on a fake anything I can do for you smile.
"This steak is dry as a desert. I wouldn't be surprised if you used sand instead of seasoning." He said, with a smug look on his face. One razor-toothed grin from me wiped that look right off his ugly mug.
"I see. I must apologize for that. Excuse me just a second. HEY DARIO, YOU MESSED UP THE STEAK!" I yelled to him.
"I DIDN'T LIKE THAT DUDE'S SHIRT!" He called back. I sighed and had a new one made up for Hawaiian shirt guy. He sat down and ate it with standard diner expressions and such. I don't know, I went off to find something else to do and didn't really pay all that much attention to him.
"Hello Sarah. Hey Lucile." Sissel muttered and handed us our coffee. Lucile looked downright uncomfortable, and I felt the same. The potion I took clearly wasn't as potent as Wasabi claimed, because Cecilia haven't grown at all. I'm sort of glad though. I think I'd prefer to raise her rather than have her grow up at a ridiculous rate. It just makes more sense.
"Hey Sissel." I muttered back. I really am not in the mood to talk to him right now. Yes, I shouldn't have slept with Lucile, but I was drunk. I would have forgiven him if he'd been in my position... I think...
"He looked pretty upset..." Lucile said, staring at the ground._ I guess he sort of has a right to be._ I sighed. I still have feelings for him, but I think he's made it pretty clear that he doesn't want to talk to me. Until he does, I figure Lucile deserves a chance, since she's my kid's father... Mother? Here we go with the confusing again.
"Yeah, well he's upset that you and I slept together and I didn't tell him." I sighed and sipped my coffee. Sweet, with a slight fruitiness.
"I'm sorry he's angry at you. I really am." She muttered, staring at the ground again. She actually looked kind of cute...
"Thank you Lucile." I smiled and kissed her on the cheek. She blushed and stammered for a few seconds, then just blushed again. She's freaking adorable. I laughed.
"Saraaaahhhhh..." She blushed. She really does love you, Sarah. I thought, referring to myself in the third person for some reason. Sometimes I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I still love Sissel, but I really do have feelings for Lucile. Why is my life so confusing all the time? Why can't everything be simple like it used to be before all this?
"You're adorable when you're embarrassed, you know that?" I grinned despite my thoughts, which made her blush even harder. Adorable indeed. I smiled. She tries really hard to make me love her. Maybe a little too hard.
"Why do you have to talk like that..." She blushed. I laughed. Everything she does is unbelievably adorable, and I don't know why.
"So... W-what do you wanna do when we're done with our coffee?" She asked. A good question. Most likely I'd just go back to the apartment and see what kind of damage Stacy did while I was gone.
"I was thinking... Maybe you'd like to go get something to eat. Maybe go to a nice restaurant or something..." She suggested, with a cute hopeful look on her face. How can I say no to that face?
"I'd like that. Where do you want to go? There are a lot of places we could try." I smiled. Lucile is a bit on the shy side, but she's really sweet.
"But I can't really think of too many nice restaurants that would be very happy with us bringing in a baby." She said. An excellent point.
"I don't know. If nothing else, we could convince them some other way." I giggled. Lucile made some more nervous stammering noises.
"Don't worry Lucile, I'm just kidding. Besides, I don't think they'd have the same attitude if they saw what you really have in you're pants." I laughed.
"I... Well... There... There's nothing wrong with me. There's nothing wrong with who I am, what life I've chosen, or what gender I am." She huffed, crossing her arms.
"Oh come on Lucile, I was just messing with you. I know there's nothing wrong with you." I smiled, patting her on the back. She let out a sigh, and relaxed. At least until Cecilia started crying.
"Oh come on now baby girl, don't cry. It's alright, everything's fine." Lucile cooed, holding Cecilia. She looked beautiful, holding a baby in her arms.
"You know, I'm not feeling as up to a restaurant all of a sudden. Why don't you just come back to my apartment with me, I'll cook something for us there and we can watch a few movies." I smiled.
"Okay. I wasn't really looks forward to the bill for a restaurant anyways." She chuckled, in that nervous manner that she does.
"She really does look like you Lucile." I smiled, referring to the baby, and Lucile blushed again. She blushes way too easily. Especially during sex. I thought. I took a moment for a blush of my own.
"Stacy isn't going to like me being there is she?" Lucile asked. To be honest, Stacy probably wouldn't like it. She doesn't even know the baby wasn't Sissel's. To find out it was Lucile's, and then that Sissel had left me? She'd go on a squishy green rampage.
"I'm sure everything'll be fine. Since when has Stacy ever overreacted to anything?" I said, and we both laughed.
"We're seriously going to die." "I know."
"So you mean to tell me that your baby belongs to Lucile... I... I'm confused. How do you have a kid with a girl, unless... Is she some kind of hermaphrodite?" Stacy asked. She seemed to be setting her angry act aside in favor of momentary curiosity.
"Well... I-I'm... Sort of... a boy... physically..." Lucile muttered. Stacy looked her up and down, and then started laughing. She kept at it for a solid two minutes before she finally calmed down enough to pay attention.
"O-only physically... I'm a girl at heart!" Lucile blushed, then she sighed. Stacy seemed to be a lot more interested than I expected her to be. She always was a very curious person. When she's not pissed, anyways.
"So you're transgender. Fine by me. I had a roommate back when I was a teenager who I thought was a guy for about a year, until I walked in on him masturbating, turns out he was a man in a woman's body. Physically female, but he always truly felt like a guy, so who was I to say that he couldn't live his life the way he chose to." She shrugged. Wow. I never expected Stacy to be so... Progressive.
Honestly, I didn't expect her to be so accepting right off the bat. It's a bit out of character for her. Usually she has a whole ridiculously upset mood about everything.
"So what about you and Sissel?" Stacy asked. And that is the question I've been dreading. How would she react? Would she try and kill Sissel or something, or would she just use the quiet fury act like she does when she's really pissed?
"He uh... Well... It's not me and Sissel anymore..." I muttered. If there is some sort of godlike being floating around watching over us like some kind of stalker, for the love of you, don't let her be angry.
"Uh huh..." Stacy muttered. She didn't really do anything for the first couple seconds. She was most likely contemplating all the different goo related ways she could kill him.
"LET ME AT THAT SON OF A BITCH, I'LL RIP HIS LIMBS OFF!" She screamed, trying to get through the door while me and Lucile held her back. Like holding a guy back from getting into a bar fight. A bar fight that would most certainly end in someone dead from blood loss. Or dissolved with salt.
"Stacy, please clam down. You're going to hurt yourself, if that's even possible for you." I sighed. I suppose I should have expected this reaction from her. Thanks for nothing, floating stalker being.
I'm not angry at Stacy. She's just being a little overprotective. Honestly, she's always been like this, even when we were kids. On a related subject, goo people have similar life spans to a lot of other species, weirdly enough.
Sure, it wasn't always warranted, and a few times she got upset over nothing, but she always had my best interest at heart. I remember once when some jackass started groping me right in front of her. I told him to leave me alone, he didn't listen, and Stacy ended up in a holding cell for the night to cool off. Those were the good days. Now she's just sort in the background of the apartment, like some sort of secondary character in a story or something. As if someone were writing my life on a computer and couldn't figure out what to do with Stacy.
"So you're dating Lucile now?" She asked, and Lucile looked at me with hope in her eyes. She gets that reaction a lot. A good question actually. I mean, it's really soon after Sissel, and maybe I'm just sort of clinging to her as a defense, but I figure she deserves a chance. Though maybe I'm just trying to rationalize my grief.
"Yes, sort of. She is really cute." I smiled, and grinned when Lucile blushed. Stacy chuckled at Lucile's embarrassment, and so did I.
"W-why do you have to say things like that." She blushed again. Stacy and me both laughed, and all that managed to do was make Lucile even more embarrassed.
"Well, she's most certainly more adorable than Sissel. Is she as cute in bed as she is out of it?" Stacy grinned. I sighed. I knew this part was coming. Stacy, for reasons I can't understand, is constantly either teasing people about sex, or having it with them. Those are the two settings on her switch.
"Even more so, now can we drop the conversation?" I sighed. Lucile squirmed on the couch, blushing yet again. She is way too shy.
"Aww, but that's no fun at all. I just wanted to have sex with her. What's so wrong with that?" Stacy pouted, crossing her arms. Lucile made some uncomfortable noises and fidgeted on the couch.
"Come on, what's she got down under? Is she bigger than Sissel? I bet it's adorable. Come on, let me go at it with her. I could make you feel so good. You'll cum in seconds, I promise." Stacy grinned, probably way more wickedly than was necessary.
"P-please don't talk like that. You're getting me all... Excited..." Lucile blushed, and I could see a bulge poking through her skirt.
"Stacy, please. Don't start with this already." I sighed. I love Stacy, she's like a sister to me, but she can be irritating sometimes. Especially when she gets like this.
"Well fine, I'll just go do something else then. Maybe go to a strip club and check out some of their hotties. You big meanie." Stacy huffed and left, headed towards the nearest male strippers. It's her way of blowing off steam. This was actually more playful anger than the real thing.
"So Lucile... Is that bothering you?" I grinned and circled a finger around the bulge in her skirt. She gulped, then she nodded slightly.
"Maybe I could help take care of it for you." I teased, which actually got me wet. She went stiff, both in body, and in body. If you catch my drift.
"So how would you like it? Maybe I could use my hands, or maybe my mouth. Or would you prefer to put it in me. Put your big girl cock in a nice, tight, wet, warm hole." I whispered teasingly in her ear, and she popped to full mast in an instant.
"I-I... C-can I p-put it in?" She asked, even more shy than normal. I grinned and pulled her skirt off. She had on a pair of pink panties that were even more dainty than the ones from last time.
"Oh I don't know Lucile, maybe I'm not in the mood for that right now. Of course, if you beg for it, I may reconsider." I grinned and pulled her panties down, letting her cock spring free of its confinement. Six hard, delicious, thick, inches.
"P-pleeease..." She blushed. I just chuckled and licked up the underside of her cock. She moaned and thrust her hips unintentionally, not to mention adorably.
"Oh I don't think so, you'll have to do a lot better at begging than that." I smiled and started stroking her length with my hand, just light enough to be teasing, but not anywhere near enough to get her off.
"P-please Sarah, I want to fuck you so badly. Please let me put it in you..." She groaned, thrusting at my hand desperately to try and get some real sensation.
"A bit crude, but I guess it'll do. Come on then, put it in me girl. Stick that nice thick cock of yours in my nice, tight little pussy." I teased and pulled my panties off, slowly just to mess with her.
I turned around and wiggled my hips at her while I slid my panties down my legs. She groaned and squirmed in her seat, her cock looking painfully hard.
"S-Sarah, don't talk like that. You're embarrassing me..." She muttered, still squirming in her seat. A drop of precum was beading on her tip.
"Oh am I now? I don't think your friend in your lap is embarrassed. I think she's loving it." I grinned. I like teasing her, seeing her squirm.
"T-that's natural. You can't expect me not to get turned on when you're shaking your ass around in my fa-EEP!" She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands.
"Oh Lucile, you don't have to be embarrassed of what you think about me. Come on now, let's have some fun." I smiled and licked the pre off her tip. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. I traced a finger up along her length and around her tip.
"P-please... Don't tease me..." She groaned. I had to laugh. She's such a cutie. I mean seriously, every word out of her mouth just makes me want to squeeze her.
"Aw, there's nothing wrong with teasing. It's fun. Well, for me at least. But if you insist, we can just get right to it. A shame, I like seeing you squirm." I grinned and took her tip into my mouth. She gasped and bucked her hips.
"Ah! Sarah... I'm close..." She groaned. I smiled around her cock and sunk deeper onto it. It was thick. A bit too thick actually. And it felt longer than I remembered. Strange.
"Already? Come on Lucile, you can do better than that. We haven't even finished with foreplay." I smiled, before going back down on her cock. I hadn't taken even half of it, and it was already poking at the back of my throat.
"I-it's hard when y-you... When you suck on it l-like that..." She moaned, digging her fingers into the couch. She looked cute, writhing in pleasure like she was. I wonder what I looked like to her, with my head bobbing in her lap. Suddenly, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled, till my nose hit her pelvis and her cock was down my throat. I gagged in surprise, but quickly suppressed the reflex.
"Sarah... I... I'm... I'm gonna cum!" She squealed and thrust into my throat again, this time spraying a thick rope of cum down into me.
"Hey Sarah I'm sorry, I forgot my-WHAT THE HELL?" Stacy yelled, coming in the door. My eyes shot open and Lucile gasped in surprise, letting go of my head. I pulled back in surprise and got a jet of cum on my face, and then two more, till my whole face was just a white mess.
"This is so embarrassing..." Lucile whined, with her legs crossed and her hands covering her groin, even though she'd already put her panties and skirt back on. It took Stacy twenty minutes to stop laughing enough to talk. I'm not even joking, it was twenty minutes. I counted.
"You-HAHAHA! You were giving her a freaking blowjob. I CANT EVEN! I JUST CANT TAKE IT! A-and she came all over your face, and the look you had. That's freaking hilarious! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Stacy laughed. Well, she was still laughing, but at least she could talk around it.
"Oh be quiet already. It's not that funny..." I muttered and crossed my arms. Five more minutes of solid uninterrupted laughter ensued from her.
"Ok fine, I'll stop laughing. This time..." She huffed, crossing her arms, which just melted into her chest, adding even more volume to her gigantic freaking tits.
"You're uh... Pretty big though Lucile. I'd say about eight inches, and an inch and a quarter thick?" Stacy grinned. She's always like this. Though now that I think about it, it used to be funny. Weird how things change like that.
"Actually it's more six inches long and a bit less than an inch thick." I chuckled. I don't know why I decided to share that bit of information, but Lucile just blushed again.
"W-well actually... Stacy's right..." Lucile muttered. That made me stop. Now, granted I was drunk the first time I slept with her, but she was most certainly only six inches then. I'm certain of it.
"How is that possible? I know how big you were the first time, and it's certainly not eight inches." I said. There's no way she grew two inches in the space of like a half a month. Especially since she's already an adult.
"Well... The first time we were together, you just didn't seem to enjoy it as much as I did, so... I bought a potion from an alchemist friend of mine and... I just felt like if I was bigger you'd enjoy sex more... B-but it's only temporary. It'll wear off in a couple weeks..." She muttered, with one of the deepest blushes I'd ever seen on her.
"Permission to laugh again?" Stacy asked. "Permission granted." I muttered, very seriously. Stacy laughed again for another three minutes.
"You didn't have to do that Lucile. You were just fine befo-okay you know what I am not having this conversation with you in the room Stacy." I sighed.
"Fine, fine, I'll go. Just don't do anything sexy without me. You know I want a piece of that juicy thing between her legs." Stacy grinned, blew a kiss, and left again. This time most likely to go get hammered at a bar or something. Her plans are often erratic.
"So why did you think you needed to be bigger for me?" I asked Lucile. She sighed and looked at the door, as if expecting Stacy to barge in again.
"Well I just though, you know, women like them bigger. I figured you would like it better that way." She muttered, still with her legs crossed.
"Lucile, you didn't have to do that. I like you just the way you are, and please ignore how cheesy that was. But wait, if you want to be a girl, or however that works, then wouldn't bigger be the opposite of what you want?" I asked. Granted, I don't totally understand the issues of transgender people, but it didn't seem right.
"Thank you, I'm glad you at least like me. But yes, I'm sort of uncomfortable with it now. It just feels weird. More so than usual I mean. Being a girl is even harder now than it was before." She sighed.
"Well, why not change it back early or something, I'm sure an alchemist can whip you up something for that. Come to think of it, wouldn't they be able to just make a potion that'd change you into a girl?" I asked. The thought hadn't occurred to me, but it seemed like a really obvious solution.
"Well I guess I could go back and get something to change it back. I'd certainly feel more comfortable. But gender transformation isn't nearly as easy a process. There are potions to grow breasts, there are elixirs to change your voice, and a multitude of other things, even shrinking it, but actually changing the... Sex bit... Isn't nearly as easy." She muttered.
"Why not? You'd think it would be rather straightforward." I said. I mean, not to say that I understand alchemy... At all... But it seems like it would be simple enough.
"Well according to Vivian, my alchemist friend I mentioned, the results are always pretty bad. If you're lucky you just end up smaller with a serious case of erectile dysfunction. If you're not lucky, well, you don't want to know..." She muttered. She looked depressed.
"I just... I wish it was easier, so I wouldn't have to hide my own body, but when has anything in my life been easy." She sighed, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Oh come on now, surely your life hasn't been that bad." I put an arm around her shoulder. I mean, I imagine life as transgender would have its problems and it's issues, but I can't imagine it being all that bad.
"Are you kidding? Where do I even start. At sixteen, the first time my parents saw me wearing girls clothes, they flipped out. My mom gave me a twenty minute angry lecture, but that came after my dad yelled at me till his throat was sore, screaming _I won't have my son turn into some skirt wearing faggot. _Do you have any idea how that made me feel?" She cried, a slowly growing wet patch on my shoulder. I just squeezed her tighter, trying to be comforting.
"And then there were the six months after that where I couldn't look at myself in the mirror without feeling sick to my stomach, like there was something seriously wrong with me. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I was sickened by it." She said, still crying. I hadn't even thought about what it would be like to go through something like that.
"I finally decided that my parents could go screw off, and I started wearing girls clothes. I still felt awful looking myself in the mirror, but I felt relieved somehow." She sighed, but she was still crying.
"My first day at school, when people saw me wearing a skirt, a women's tank top, and an obvious bra, they did a lot of things. They laughed and called me names, ranging from "faggot" to "effed up tranny." And then they threw things at me. Anything they could get their hands on, from crumpled up paper to entire backpacks. Some people threw their lunches at me, got stains all over my shirt and my skirt." She cried.
"I had to go through that every day for two more years until I graduated, and that was just the beginning of the next level. When I went to get a job and people saw male on my resume, then seeing me in person wearing a skirt and whatnot, they laughed me out of their offices, or even called me names and threw me out of the building. Eventually I managed to find someone who would hire me, doing some boring cubical work." She cried. I don't think my shoulder could get any wetter at this point.
"But then there were the other employees. It was the same as at school, calling me horrible names and throwing things at me, but then there were the men who got physical. They'd push me, tear at my clothes, make sexual remarks just to hurt me, and that wasn't the end of it. The women called me names too, but they constantly do things to mess with me, like slap my butt, and wink at me and run up and kiss me before running off, making me wanna puke. They'd tease me and make me hard, which just made me want to throw up even more." She whimpered once, and kept crying.
"So no, it's not easy being who I am, being a female on the inside but being in this body. I had to move just to get away from all of it. I had to move away from my family and what few friends I had, away from my home and everything I knew. I moved twenty districts over, into one of the reject districts and I just... My life... My life sucks ass Sarah, it just sucks ass!" She sobbed, really sobbing now. She didn't even bother with caring about what she'd said. I sat, like I'd been slapped. I hadn't thought about what her transition would be like, or how her life would be, surrounded by the prudes of our society, but I had to agree. Her life sucked.
Wait a minute... 'Reject district?'"
"Why are we doing this again?" Phillip asked over the radio. I sighed and went back to work. It's a simple thing, to screw with people. Simple, and fun beyond words. Screwing with Mallows? Well that's just a bonus.
"Because I hate this guy. What other reason could we possibly need?" I chuckled. His house is kind of rundown, with a flipped table and what looks to be the remains of a broken chair.
"What? Oh come on." I muttered. He had my picture taped to the wall, with a bunch of knives sticking out of it. That's just not cool.
"I think he really hates you too sir. I don't usually say this, but I feel sorry for the guy. I mean, he was just doing his job, and in return we ruined his life." Said Salm.
"Just doing his job? Do you remember the time he strapped me to a chair and played five finger fillet with my hand? He didn't even have a reason, he just wanted to fuck with me." I growled.
"At least he was good at it, otherwise you might be short a few fingers." Marx muttered. I sighed, but unfortunately had to agree with him. It's usually a bad thing when someone agrees with Marx. Actually, it's always a bad thing.
"All I want to do is get a little payback. Payback like covering every square inch of this house in sticky notes." I grinned, opening up my backpack and pulling out several stacks of sticky notes, all of them yellow.
"You're a dumbass." "I'm fully aware of that."
"If there's one thing I know how to do, it's attract attention." Beth sighed, shaking her head. Unfortunately, that's about all me and her are good for.
"I know, but we still need to go out into the world. We have needs." I sighed. We both walked in and sat down at a table. A tall wolf guy walked up to us.
"And what can I get for you?" He asked, with a smile consisting of razor teeth like perfect triangles. Despite that, it was still quite friendly. He didn't seem at all weirded out by us, which is always a plus.
"I'll go with the steak. Prime rib, medium rare." I smiled back. He seemed nice enough, and anyone who isn't put off by a two headed hellhound can't be all that bad. Besides, he was kind of cute.
"And for me, well, surprise me." Beth winked at him. And there she goes. She get's embarrassed when people look at her, but as soon as a cute guy walks up she gets all flirty.
"I wouldn't recommend a surprise. Our cook has... Different tastes for that sort of thing. Those things usually include dishes I can't even pronounce, and they basically go down like a glass of acid." He shook his head. Well, he's honest.
"Maybe just a salad then." Beth said, shaking her head. A wise decision if ever there was one. I'm really not in the mood for burning a hole in our stomach.
"I would recommend that, yeah. It's one of the few things thar our cook can't screw up... Much..." He muttered. I got the feeling that that was only half a joke.
"But that isn't important. Is there anything else I can do for you?" He asked, with another one of those friendly smiles on his face.
"No, I think that'll be all." Me and Beth both smiled. He turned and started walking away.
"Wait!" I grabbed his wrist. He turned to look at us again, with a questioning look.
"Can... Can you sit down and talk with me? I... I don't get the chance very often. Me and Beth don't really go out much..." I muttered. Beth made an agreeing nod.
"Uh, sure I guess. I've got a little time, and we aren't too busy today. HEY DARIO, YOU HEARD THE LADIES ORDERS, NOW GET TO IT!" He yelled. "Impossible to find good help these days..."
"But anyways, was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?" He smiled. Suddenly a million different topics flooded my mind, almost all of them innappropriate. Dammit, I'm getting smitten with this guy and I've known him for like five seconds.
"Uh. I-I'm not sure..." I blushed. I could see Beth was doing the same. He just laughed, like we'd told some sort of hilarious joke. That just made me blush harder.
"How about we just start with names. I'm Wasabi." He smiled and reached his hand out. Me and Beth both reached for it, ending up in a sort of three-hand shake, both our arms and one of his.
"I'm Beth." Beth smiled. "And I'm Telula." I sighed. It was brief, almost impercebtable, but I saw him snicker. That hurt. I've gotten used to it, but from him it hurt like hell, and I don't know why.
"So, Telula... That's an interesting name." He said, but he had buried the snicker and regained his composure.
"Well, one of my mothers was an idiot. One of them named her Bethany, and I got named Telula." I sighed. I mean seriously, Telula? What kind of a name is that?
"I know how you feel. My name is Wasabi. I mean seriously, what am I, some kind of frikkin vegetable? I know for a fact that I'm not spicy, though I will admit that I'm hot as hell." He laughed, and we laughed with him.
"Okay, so everyone here except Beth has a stupid name." "I'd take offense to that except for the fact that it's totally true."
"So, now that introductions are out of the way, what do you like to do?" He asked, with yet another of those smiles that make my heart jump. Pull yourself together girl. You've known him for like a minute.
"Well, to be entirely honest, I'm basically a complete geek. I do science, from theoretical to practical application. I love it all." I shrugged. _And here comes the part where he loses all interest in me whatsoever. _Beth muttered something along the lines of "Here she goes with the science crap again."
"Really? You know, personally I prefer the technological side of the field, especially robotics. I love seeing complex mechanics come together to form a greater whole. Add computer circuitry to the mix and you end up with amazing stuff like bionic limbs or eyes." He said, with enthusiasm audible in his voice. What?... I-I... Brain shutting down.
I don't know how to respond to this. This handsome guy likes the same things that I do. I stuttered something unintelligable, blushing heavily. God please don't let him see me blush.
"You okay there? You're looking kinda flushed. Maybe a fever. Hang on, I'll go grab you something." He smiled and walked off towards somewhere or another. He's so oblivious. Thank God.
"Yo Tel, you okay? You're freaking out here. You uh, don't happen to have a crush on him, do ya?" She grinned and nudged me, which was basically nudging herself.
"I-I do not, shut up..." I grumbled. Beth has always been a pain in the ass when it comes to this sort of thing. Can't have a moment of privacy with her around. I mean why can't I get some privacy from the chick attached to me? Actually, I withdraw that question.
"Hey, I'm back. Grabbed this vial of... something. I don't know, our alchemist made it. Orion is and idiot, but... He's... Not..............." He frowned and tossed the vial back behind him. It shattered and the liquid proceeded to melt a hole in the floor.
"I want to remind you to never touch anything Orion makes. He's an idiot beyond what words can express and... I just don't know what to do with him." He threw his head back in an exasperated sigh.
"He almost got my sister's throat melted! Jeez, did his mom have to screw you to get him a job here?" Beth laughed. I made an apalled gasping noise. Did she seriously just say that?
"Ha! I wish I were so lucky. No, I owe his father a debt, so unfortunately I'm stuck with him. It's not all bad. He has his uses. He does have this weird thing for wrenches that I just don't know what to do with. That reminds me actually. SALM, TAKE THE WRENCH AWAY FROM ORION!"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW HE'S GOT ONE?" A voice called back, with just a hint of old man accent to it.
"BECAUSE IT'S ORION!"
"FAIR ENOUGH!" The man named Salm called back.
"NO, IT'S MINE, YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!" Someone yelled, and then suddenly there was the crashing of pots, pans and all sorts of important and expensive sounding things. I turned back to see Wasabi repeatedly slamming his head into the table.
"Does... Does this sort of thing happen often around here?" I asked, and Beth mirrored the question.
"Oh you have no idea. Orion is constantly mixing up dangerous crap that could kill people, Salm is always saying things in some sort of old man language nobody understands, Dario is always assaulting customers, Coleman is a sarcastic asshole with a swearing problem, Klaus is a german dude of some kind, and Marx is a criminally insane weaponized retard." He sighed and went back to slamming his head on the table. Wow. His employees sound like an episode of the office brought to life.
"Wow. I imagine you probably need to get out of here quite often." I murmered. His people really do sound like quite a handful.
"You have no idea. I have to duck out of here about four times a day just to maintain my sanity. Now that I think about it, I could really use a break right about now. I don't suppose you'd care to join me? We could finish our conversation over some coffee perhaps?" He smiled. It probably wasn't an affectionate smile, but my brain saw it that way anyways.
"I'd like that." I blushed, and this time I know he saw it. He smiled again, and again my brain mistook it for affection.
"There's a coffee place next door isn't there? The smell alone made my mouth water." Beth said, drooling a bit. She really likes coffee. Like, obsessively so.
In a few minutes we found ourselves sitting at a table at the coffee place run by some dude named Sissel. He walked over to us to take our order.
"Hey Wasabi. What can I get the three of you?" He asked, in a morose tone, like he just broke up with his girlfriend or something.
"Whoa, what's up Sissel? You okay man?" Wasabi asked, looking genuinely concerned. Weird, for two competing restaurant owners.
"Sarah's kid? Not mine. Turned out to have belonged to a friend of mine. I... I left her." Sissel sighed and sort of collapsed into a chair next to Wasabi. Huh. He did just leave his girlfriend. Nailed it. But still, the poor guy. That woman sounds like a bitch. Slept with his friend? That's just messed up.
"I'm sorry to hear that, man. I know what Sarah meant to you. Anything I can do for you?" Wasabi asked. Again I got the feeling that they were really good friends, which was again weird because they are suposed to be competitors.
"Nah, I'll be fine. I'm gonna go get your order. I'm sorry I made your date all depressing." Sissel chuckled, with a cocky grin, trying hard to chin up. I just blushed and stammered for a moment, while beth did the same for reasons I can't explain.
"Bye Sissel." Beth said, waving, just to be friendly, which you'll be surprised to know is somethign she actually does. Regardless, I grinned and nudged her/me a few times suggestively just to mess with her, to which she growled and flicked me on the nose.
"AH, BITCH!" I said, suffering a moment of sensory overload from the pain of being tapped on the nose. It's a canine thing. Sense of smell comes from a large concentration of nerve cells, which also makes our noses very sensetive to pain as a side effect.
"So let me ask you a question, Telula." Wasabi grinned, and then he and Beth chuckled for a moment. I just blushed.
"So anyways. This has actually been nice, talking with you. I was wondering if, maybe you'd like to call this a date?" He asked. Input error. Brain shutting down. Prepare for self destruct.
"That open mouthed, drooling, confused stare that my sister is making is her way of being smitten. Forgive her. She'd love to." Beth said, smiling.
"I see. Well, I can understand that. My friend Phillip is probably the shyest person out there, so I'm used to it. He is a damn good lawyer though." Wasabi smiled.
Why am I doing this? Because I'm never as oblivious as I appear to be. I've seen the blushing and stammering, the shy glances and avoiding looking me in the eyes, and above all the discreet glances at my junk when she thinks I'm not looking.
Am I over Joice? Not at all, but I figure I'll give the hellhound girl a chance. Once she get's to know me, she'll get the hell out of here, just like everyone else.
There was Katie, an iguana. It was a weird coupling, to be sure, but I didn't care at the time. But then I lost my eye and had to use an eyepatch for months. She let me down gently, instead of just running off, but it still hurt.
Oh, and then of course there was Jessy, a human. She wandered through one of the cross-world portals and got into a rough patch. Lost in the woods. I found her while I was out hunting with a few of the others in my clan. She was terrified of us at first, but she warmed up to me. After a few months, she just couldn't adjust to the species in our district and ended up leaving for one of the all human districts.
Then there's Joice, the red furred, vagrant, thief of a sergal who I can't get out of my mind no matter how hard I may try.
But there's one who stands above them all, even Joice. A woman who holds my heart even now, after all these years. Coral, a beautiful albino direwolf. She was the first woman I ever loved, and still do. A priestess in worship of the goddess Lupali, the wolf mother. She liked me, she did, but not like that. After a few years of friendship, I had become a completely non-sexual entity in her eyes, like her brother... Or a lamp.
So what harm could come from giving Telula a chance? She'll just leave like they all do. I technically was the one who ran away from Coral, but not because I didn't like her. I just couldn't be a part of that clan anymore.
"Wasabi?" Telula asked, breaking my train of thought. I looked up in time to have her lips connect with mine. My eyes went wide for a second, then I returned the kiss. My tongue intertwined with hers, though her inexperience with this was obvious. She was tense, but clearly wanted me to like her.
She broke apart from me with a glazed look in her eyes, and a face flushed so dark you'd think her face was covered in blood or something.
"Tastes like... Cherries!" Beth giggled. Wait, what? She can taste what her sister does? That must be a weird experience.
"Yeah... He does..." Telula murmered in a flustered manner, far off and still with the glazed eyes and the flushed face.
"Yeah, I've got magic saliva. That's not a joke, I really have enchanted saliva. Side effect of one of my mentor's concoctions. I won't say how, but I ended up with a bunch of poison in my veins. The potion purged it from my system, but my the saliva glands were screwed up. Now my saliva tastes like cherries and actually has healing properties. Helps when I cut my tongue." I chuckled and showed them my teeth again. The teeth are a tradition in my clan. They've got this special alchemical elixer that completely reforms the teeth. The old ones fall out and new razor ones grow in their place in about a week. It's a milestone of adulthood in our culture. As is our first conquest.
But that's a story for another time.
"Wasabi. Did... Did you maybe want to go back to my place? Beth cooks an amazing steak. Which reminds me, we left without getting our order at your restaurant!" Telula laughed, and I had to join her.
"Those assholes! I go through the trouble of cooking up a nice meal, and they just up and leave!"
"Daario, shut the hell up!"
"BITCH I WILL CUT YOU!"
"Bring it on motherfucker!"
"I WILL DESTROY YOU!"
"Oh, I'm so afraid!"
"THAT'S IT, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS YOU LITTLE INGRATE!"
"Come at me bro!"
"ORION YOU ANNOYING RETARD, STOP PISSING OFF DARIO!"
"You wanna go, Salm!?" "STOP BEING SO FUCKING STUPID!" Everyone yelled at Orion simultaneously.
"I'd like that. I've been craving a good steak anyways, and I don't trust Daario. He'd end up randomly stabbing my if I said anything bad about it." I said, only half joking.
"Well terrific then. I love cooking, and having another person around to eat it will be great." Beth smiled, and Telula did the same.
About ten minutes later we walked in the door of Telula and Beth's apartment. I looked around and just doubled over in an uncontrollable fit of snickering. A vibrator and a bunch of porn was sitting on their couch.
"Shut up! Don't act like you never get lonely." Beth said, and the two quickly threw all that stuff into the closet, both of them blushing all the way.
"Me? Lonely? Perish the though." I said, still snickering. The two of them just blushed deeper. I love it when women blush. Such an attractive sight.
"Will you just shut up and sit down. I'll go cook dinner, you just watch tv or something." Beth huffed and went into the kitchen, which was openly connected to the living room. Me and Telula were only about a few feet away with the position of the couch. I sat down and switched the tv on, before another fit of uncontrollable snickering. On the tv was a video of some hellhound woman getting done doggy style by a german shepard, moaning in an exaggerated fashion typical of porn.
"You know what, just shut up. Sit there and be quiet." Beth said and unplugged the tv with a yank of the cord.
"You two really don't get out much, do you?" I asked, laughing. They both blushed full faced and stammered for a moment, before sighing.
"No, we don't. People aren't usually very comfortable around hellhounds, because of our two headed physiology. We basically stay in our apartment unless we absolutely have to go out." They sighed, and suddenly I felt bad.
"I'm sorry to hear that. People aren't as accepting as I wish they were." I said, standing up and wrapping the two of them in a hug. They shivered uncertainly, then hugged me back.
"Wasabi..." Telula said, blushing. She looked hung up on somethign, as if unsure how to word her next sentence, so instead she just blurted it out.
"I want you to fuck me." She said, with a blush so deep it might have been life threatening to have all that blood away from the body.
"Wait, what!?" Beth asked incredulously, staring at her sister with a the fuck did you just say? Look.
"I... Don't know how to respond to that, honestly. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but we literally just met no more than an hour ago. Plus, your sister there seems less enthused by the idea than you." I said, with a blush of my own.
"I... Yeah, you're right, let's forget this ever happened, I shouldn't have said anything, I'll just go back to cooking now." Telula said, embarrased, and turned with her sister to head back to the kitchen. I grabbed her arm, spun her around, and kissed her suddenly. Her eyes went wide, but then she fell into it and kissed me back.
"I didn't say I was unwilling." I smiled at her suggestively after we broke apart. Her sister was blushing, as well as licking her lips, most likely at the taste of cherry.
"Just one question. How exactly will this work. Like, won't I be having sex with your sister as well?" I asked. It's a conundrum I have actually been wondering for a while.
"Yeah, we can both feel it. Kind of awkward, but you get used to it. Or we would, if we'd ever done this before." Telula said, casting a shy downward glance. Wait, she/they is/are a virgin? I felt my cock jump, but also my mind race to a halt.
"We don't have to do this, you know. You don't have to give that to me." I said, looking at her seriously. She looked me in the eye, and kissed me, dragging me toward the bedroom, losing clothing the whole way. We fell onto the bed naked as we broke apart.
"Beth?" Telula asked her sister, looking at her hopefully. I mentally facepalmed myself. I hadn't even thought about it. This was a big decision for both of them, not just her. Her sister looked at me, and back to her, and nodded. I grinned with a wicked idea, and kissed Beth. Her eyes shot open, and she squirmed, surprised, before she melted. Her sister looked at us and chuckled at her sister, which drew a squinting sideways glance that most likely meant screw you. I broke the kiss and just grinned as beth stared off into space with a blank look on her face. She quickly regained her composure, and also an indignant look.
"Well? Come on then, get to it." Beth huffed, face flushed. Then the two of them moaned, as my hand went up to fondle one of the two soft globes on their chest.
"Not quite yet. I believe in a thing called foreplay." I grinned and slowly slid down her body, hands roaming over every inch of her. Every curve, every erogenous zone. By the time I got down to their thighs, they were both breathless, biting their lips from barely repressed need. I grinned and traced my fingers up their thighs, giving every inch of her body the attention it deserved. Except that one, particular spot between the legs. as I approached the soaking wet organ, my fingers changed direction, going around the spot completely to the other thigh. They both groaned in frustration, but also love of this treatment.
I just smiled knowingly and worked my way back up the body. Running a finger along the outer thigh, up iver the stomach to the breasts. I circled around them, not quite touching, then spiraled my way up each soft, plush breast till my fingers found the nipples. Telula and Beth both threw their heads back and moaned a long, drawn out moan as I payed special attention to the nipples, circling, just a light squeeze, and more than a bit of fondling. Then up further up yet, up the the neck. Then I look both of them in the eyes, and give each a passionate kiss in turn.
Then I smile and work my way back downward in a trail of kissing over every one of the sweet spots. A trail of saliva down the neck, and I can see them grinding their thighs together in need. I just grin and keep kissing my way down their body. I work my way from the neck, back down to the breasts once again. I work my way around the supple D cups, spiraling upward on each of them until, with a loud moan from each of the girls, my mouth locks around the nipple. A long, gentle suck, and the tongue circles each one, flicking at them lovingly. The two girls both moan and reach their hands townward toward their steadily drooling gash.
I grab their hands and place them back at their sides, with a salacious grin that says "not yet." before leaving the nipples and working my way downward once again, working down the stomach. Their thighs grind away at eachother even more now. I grab the legs and lightly pry them apart and work my way down to the inner thigh area, starting just above the knee and kissing a trail upward. I grin to myself and once again stop just before the outer lips. The untouched gash there is absolutely soaked beyond all reason. Perfect. I stopped and just sat there for a moment, not doing anything. Right as the two of them were about to say something, most likely something along the lines of "stop teasing me", I placed a long, heavy kiss right there on the exposed clit. Both their hands grabbed my head and pulled my face onto her gash as they both screamed and began convulsing. A gush of feminine fluid splashed out onto my nose and snout.
"Oh... Oh... Sweet jesus... That was amazing..." They panted in unison, breathless. I crawled up to their faces and gave them each a long, sloppy kiss, still with their juices on me. The blushed when they tasted their own fluid.
"_Now _we can get to the main event." I grinned lustily and scooted myself up till my cock rested right above the fluid soaked gash. I pressed my tip up against the outer lips, and even that brought a moan from the two of them.
"This is the last chance. You can still back out of this if you want. I won't feel hurt." I said, looking each of them in the eye. They looked at eachother, their eyes carrying out a conversation only they could understand. Then they looked back at me, and nodded. I nodded back, and started to press forward.
"Wait!" They said in unison, looking at me with concern in their eyes. I stopped pressing forward and gave them a quizzical look. Telula reached into a drawer in the nightstand next to the bed and rummaged about for a moment, before pulling a condom out and handing it to me. I facepalmed for a moment. How could I possibly have forgotten something so important? Just because my writer has an impregnation fetish doesn't mean I have to. I sat up and looked at the square foil wrapper in front of me. It had K-9 L printed on it. Large sized condom specially made for canines. How very well prepared of these two, to have just the right thing.
I unwrapped the thing and slid it on, rolling it down my length. Snug, perfectly sized, and heavily lubricated to help with those tight insertions. As with typical canine style condoms, there's extra material at the base to allow the knot to balloon out as it does with the _canis _genus. The girls blushed at the sight of my member, with Beth licking her lips hungrily and Telula's eyes darting back and forth, wanting to look but too shy to openly stare.
I grinned at her knowingly and began to press forward at their gash's outer lips. The two moaned again, this time not held back by fear of what could result of this act without a condom. With a moan of my own, the first of the night, I pushed forward again and felt my tip slip into the wet hole. Immediately I bumped against the barrier that marked her virginity. Again, I asked if they were sure about this, but halfway through the sentence they both reached up and brought me into a weird three mouth kiss, then wrapped their legs around my back and pulled, plunging me to the hilt in one quick stroke. There was a quick hiss, and whimper, as the two of them lost their virginity.
"Wasabi... Wait a second. Let me... Let me adjust." The girls hissed simultaneously, squirming uncomfortably. I sat, motionless, just waiting for them to get comfortable while also enjoying the quivering mess of tightness wrapped around my cock. With the condom on, the sensations were dulled a bit, but still extremely pleasurable, and entirely worth it to avoid unwanted pregnancies. Then suddenly their legs relaxed, allowing me room to move. With a nod from each of them, they urged me on, with a very clear, and very shy "be gentle" look on their faces. I pulled back, slowly slipping my length out of her/them.
"You... Are extremely tight." I groaned as I pushed forward again, burying half of my cock back in their snatch. The two of them moaned loudly, unfamiliar with this sensation. Their pussy fluttered constantly whenever I moved, muscles squeezing and rippling.
"Don't talk like that. I'm excited enough as it is." Telula said, blushing. Beth mirrored the sentiment. Regardless, their cunt grew inevitably wetter.
"You seem to be enjoying it." I grinned, and Telula kissed me, presumably to shut me up, though I had a suspicion she was just enjoying it.
Our session continued on for some time. The three of us moaned, groaned, and in their case yelled and screamed, out our pleasure. All in all, our passionate session of sex continued on for ten minutes longer, the girls orgasming at least four times, with me managing to hold on if for no other reason than experience... Actually that's a lie, I've very little experience in this. Chalk it up to luck then.
Then I felt the undeniable sensation of orgasm approaching. I started hammering into the gash wrapped around my cock, and all three of us yelled out in orgasm. A wave of bliss exploded through me as their love tunnel convulsed and squirmed over my length. A gush of girl cum soaked my entire groin, and the two of them wrapped their arms around me and brought me into another one of those three person kisses again, leaving me wrestling, intertwining my tongue with the both of them. Right as my orgasm began to roll through me, I pressed forward hard, and my engorged knot slipped into the convulsing tunnel with an audible pop. A second, more powerful orgasm rocketed through all three of us as we joined in the way our canine nature intended. I felt several large blasts of semen jet forward towards their womb, but held back by the elastic condom. A steadily growing balloon of seed.
With an exhausted sigh the three of us fell back onto the bed, lightly kissing. We broke apart and started panting, both because of the kiss and because none of the three of us have sweat glands due to being canines. Ten minutes more of gentle, tired kissing, and my knot finally deflated enough that my cock came free with another pop. I slowly pulled out until not even the tip was left inside. There's quite a bit of cum trapped in the condom. That balloon has got to be at least the size of a canteloup.
"Wow... You really put out a lot. Glad I had you use that condom." Telula giggled exhaustedly, and Beth mirrored the sentiment. I just laughed weakly, still out of breath.
"I... Have a rather... Large output." I panted. "This is nothing, really. Usually I... Can manage four times that amount... But I may have uh... Gotten off a few hours before we met..." I laughed again and slowly removed the condom, tied it off and tossed it into a miniature trashcan beside the bed. Then I collapsed, laying right on top of Telula and Beth. The three of us laughed and, in the sake of survival, decided to take a nap.
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-So, wanted to clarify a few things. One, the art with a bat that basically looks with lucile (previous chapter) isn't something I had comissioned or anything, it's just a pic that I found which bares a striking resemblance to my character, so I figured I'd use it. -The other one, with characters who are basically Sal and Mali (also in a previous chapter), I liked the character's appearance and decided to create characters based around the image. It was never my intention to steal anything from the artist (Rajii), I just thought they looked cool and wanted to kind of make characters based on that appearance. A questionable action, on my part, and one I probably should not have gone with for fear of getting yelled at by the artist of said image. Please don't kill me. I'm too young to die.