Originally published on BigCloset Classic on January 22, 2003.
by Gedren Y
by Gedren Y
What kind of birthday is this? Daddy drops me off on our private floor at Henry's Palace Apartments, and went to catch his plane to Paris.
I don't know how long I've been crying. Crying, not for my daddy leaving me alone, but for the fact that no one remembered my birthday.
"Ding! Dong!" the doorbell sounded.
Drying my eyes, I went to open the door.
"Surprise!" Martha cried as I opened the door, "Happy birthday, Amy."
I hugged Martha right in the doorway, basking in the elderly woman's embrace.
"I thought you forgot," I sobbed into her breasts.
"Now, now, how could I forget my favorite little girl's birthday?" she replied patting my back, "Come now, lets get inside and I'll show you what I brought."
"Okay," I said and we headed to the kitchen, all the while I was glancing at the covered basked with a cake box on top.
We sat down at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen and Martha set the cake box on the counter.
She opened the box and said, "Strawberry cheesecake, your favorite."
After my taking a big whiff, she pushed the cake to the side and put the covered basket on the table.
"And now for your gift," Martha said opening the basket.
She reached into the basket and brought out a small white kitten with blue eyes.
"I found her wandering about the lobby yesterday," Martha explained handing the kitten over to me.
"She's beautiful," I said as the kitten curled up in my arms and purred, "I think I'll call her Puff."
And with that began a great and lasting friendship.
August 14, 1998
"Well, Dr. Peterson," I said worriedly, "How is she?"
"Perfectly fine, Miss Willow," the vet said, "The reason she hasn't grown is that she can't grow anymore."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It's like the growth disorder in humans that makes some people stop growing around age twelve," Dr. Peterson explained, "Although, this is the first time I've ever heard of a cat having this disorder."
"Mrow," Puff piped in.
"She is a perfectly healthy cat of two years old," Dr. Peterson continued, "She's now had all her shots, you can get her tag and license at the front desk."
"Thank you, Dr. Peterson," I said picking up Puff.
"Just remember," he said as I put Puff in the empty purse, "Puff has a check up in two months."
"I will," I said as I headed out into the lobby and up to the counter.
I handed the papers Dr. Peterson gave me over to the receptionist. She rang up the total and handed them back to me along with Puffs tags.
"The total comes to $573.59," she said in a bland voice.
I handed over my credit card, the MasterCard Daddy put in my name. She swiped the card, punched a few numbers on the register and returned my card along with the receipt.
As we left the vet's office, I said, "Let's go shopping, Puff. You always seem to find just the right things to buy."
And with those words we hopped into the limo and drove off.
At the mall I attached a leash to Puff's collar and said, "Where do you want to shop today, Puff?"
Puff looked about as we walked down the concourse. Suddenly, Puff headed off to the left towards a variety of small shops.
The store we went into was called Zotic Dreams.
"Puff, a sex toy shop?" I asked in an embarrassed tone, "What would you want in here?"
I bent down to pick her up and dropped the leash momentarily. It was all Puff needed.
She was off into the store with myself giving chase. When I caught up to her, she was sitting on a perfume counter with a cat-of-nine-tails in her mouth and a pair of handcuffs hanging about her neck.
"Okay, Puff," I conceded grabbing one of the baskets from the stack nearby.
As I put Puff's items in the basket I said, "First, that solar battery recharger, now this. Anything else?"
As Puff walked down the perfume counter sniffing the bottles a store attendant came up behind me and asked, "Can I help you with anything?"
"No thank you," I replied, "My cat's just picking out a perfume."
"Your cat?" he asked giving me a look that said, "Weird!"
"Mrow!" Puff announced from the other end of the counter.
I walked over and picked up the bottle Puff nudged with her nose. It was a bottle of Highland Mist.
"Scottish perfume?" I asked.
"Mrow fft!" Puff insisted.
"Okay," I said putting it in the basket, "Hop in."
After I paid for the stuff and left the store, I set Puff back on the ground and asked, "Where to next?"
August 24, 1998
I was dreaming, but it felt like I was awake.
There was a woman with me in my bed, touching, kissing, licking and biting me. It was a dream, so, I gave in to my forbidden desires.
She was more than a foot taller than me, but our breasts were about the same size. I know this because I played with her body as much as she played with mine.
At the height of my passion, everything went black and I felt nothing.
"Breep! Breep!" went my alarm clock.
I woke up bleary eyed, but still feeling a strange fluttering between my legs.
I tore off the sweat soaked covers and looked down the length of my naked body. What I found was Puff sleeping on my belly with her tail swaying between my legs.
"Puff!" I exclaimed picking her up, "So, you're the reason I had that dream."
"Mmrrooowwlm," Puff yawned when I set her down.
I got up and stretched before my full length mirror. I admired myself in the mirror, handling my very full breasts.
D cups, I thought sardonically, D cup breasts at fourteen? I guess they're to make up for my barely five foot frame.
I shook myself from my reverie. Today is to be my first day at a regular school. With other kids. I shivered with fright at the thought.
I got dressed in the school uniform of a white button-up shirt, gray, black and green skirt, green blazer with the school emblem on the right breast pocket, thick white stockings and black dress shoes.
I was braiding my long, platinum blond hair when Puff bounded onto my armoire with a light blue ribbon exclaiming, "Mlrowr!"
"Thank you, Puff," I said taking the ribbon, "This will go great with my ice blue eyes."
After I tied my braid, I put Puff's leash in my empty purse and said, "Hop in, Puff. You wouldn't want to miss my first day at school."
When she did, I slung the purse over my left shoulder and my almost empty backpack over my right.
I left the apartment and went downstairs to my waiting limo. I dreaded this ride but I took a deep, steadying breath.
I got in and said to the driver, "Manhattan High Prep, Jason."
When I got to the school it started to rain and Puff was none too happy about it.
The first thing I noticed when I entered was the noise. Hundreds of students milling about, conversing with each other.
I shook away my involuntary shudders and braved the mayhem.
I got quite a few curious glances, and even a few lascivious looks, as I headed to the administrative offices. Once there, I received my course schedule and was on my way to my first class, Algebra II Honors.
I jerked in my seat as the warning bell rang and the other students began filing in.
Then our teacher entered and my heart skipped a beat. She was tall, tanned and very well proportioned.
I expelled a shuddering sigh as she said in a soul resonating voice, "For the new faces in the crowd, I am Ms. Regina Rummel. You can call me Ms. Reggie."
"Yo, Ms. Reggie!" came a male voice from the back of the room.
"Thank you, Christopher," she replied, "This year I have the privilege of having Ms. Delilah Stone, there at the far right desk, as a teacher's aid. Ms. Stone is attending Berkeley to earn her teaching degree."
We were issued our books and the lessons began. First was Greco-Roman Theories and Equations. It was fascinating to learn the history behind all those equations my math tutors drummed into my head.
My next class was Chemistry. The teacher was Mr. Guy Dukes, a fat, balding man only a few inches taller than myself. As he waddled about the lab, I could hear his corduroy pants chafing.
Next was the horror of horrors, lunch. The cafeteria was deafeningly loud with conversation. I tried to find some place to have a quiet lunch and avoid notice.
I couldn't.
"Who's the new babe?" asked a boy at the table behind me.
"I don't know,” another boy said, "But she's hot."
"Yeah, just look at those cocoanuts." the first replied.
"Yeoch!" the other yelled, "Dammit all to hell! Something bit my foot."
A moment later, Puff hopped into my lap.
"Thanks, Puff," I said picking her up and kissing her on the nose. Puff, in turn, licked my nose and purred.
My other two classes, Economics with Ms. Cynthia Cooney and Painting I with Mrs. Jane Gordon, went well.
When I got home, I plopped onto my bed, my mind reeling from the days events. I promptly fell asleep.
August 31, 1998
I was in my art class, feeling mortified.
We were given time to paint whatever came to mind and on impulse I painted the back of Ms. Rummel, naked.
Mrs. Gordon came behind me as I finished and took my painting to show the class.
"This is excellent, Ms. Willow," Mrs. Gordon exclaimed, "Isn't it class?"
There were some appreciative hoots from most of the males in the room.
I wish Puff was here. I can't believe I left her home this morning.
When the bell rang, I was out of my seat and heading for the door as fast as I could go.
It wasn't fast enough.
"Ms. Willow," Mrs. Gordon said catching my shoulder, "I want to show this to the rest of the staff, its really good."
“Yes, thank you," I replied blushing furiously, "I need to go now."
"See you tomorrow," I faintly heard Mrs. Gordon as I flew out the door.
I hopped into my limo and slammed the door.
"Home, now!" I yelled to Jason.
"Yes, madam," he replied calmly, "Bad day?"
"Just drive, Jason!" I snapped back.
My mind kept going over the many scenarios of what would happen when Mrs. Gordon showed Ms. Rummel my painting.
None of them were good.
When I arrived at home, I could barely walk from worrying so much.
I unlocked the door, went in and locked it back.
I stumbled into the living room and passed out on the couch.
I awoke to find Puff licking my face.
"Mrlow?" she asked in that worried tone of hers.
"I'm okay, Puff," I said with a surprising serenity, "As long as you're with me, I'm okay."
"Finally, you're up," he said startling me.
"Daddy," I cried with suppressed anxiety.
"Another panic attack, Amelia," he queried, "You claimed you were over them. Do I need to have you put back on medication?"
"No, Daddy, its just the day was really stressful and Puff wasn't with me," I explained.
"Not the cat again," he sighed, "I know you claim to be less fretful with her around, but I don't buy it."
"Think about it, Daddy," I said calmly, "The only times I can remember that I haven't been reduced to tears when confronting you, like now, are when Puff was around."
"Mrowlm!" Puff agreed.
"I can't believe this," he said in an exasperated tone, "I need a drink."
And with that, Daddy went into his den and closed the door. I knew he would drink himself into a stupor, and that I would have to avoid him for a few days.
"Okay, Puff, homework time," I said to distract myself, "What shall we do first, math, science or economics?"
Puff tipped her head for a moment and then responded with a, "Mrfth."
"Okay, Puff, math it is," I said, "As long as you come with me tomorrow."
"Mreeow!" she replied.
"More whiskey, Burt," I demanded of the bartender.
"Sorry, Jacob," said the blurry outline of a man, "You've had enough."
"I said hit me again, Burt," I insisted, "I need it."
"Okay, Jacob," Burt relented, "So, what's got you in here this time of night?"
"My girl and her cat again," I said as I stared at the glass.
"So, what about it?" he asked.
I took a sip and said, "I went to her room to check on her. She had one of her panic attacks today."
"I thought she was over them," Burt interrupted.
"She claims as long as she has her cat with her she's fine," I said as I took another sip, "Anyway, that's not what's got me in here."
"So, what's wrong," Burt prodded.
" I caught her talkin' to her cat again," I said finishing off my drink, "I heard her talkin' 'bout how hot her math teacher is."
"So, what?" Burt shrugged as he refilled my glass.
"Her math teacher is Ms. Reggie," I said downing my whiskey, "There was talk of 'wanting to squeeze her breasts.'"
"Oh," he gasped as he refilled my glass again.
"A lesbian for a daughter," I sputtered, "And a crazy one who talks to cats at that."
I drained my glass and promptly passed out.
September 1, 1998
First period was pure hell.
I worried over what Ms. Reggie would say, but she said nothing. Not before class, not during class, not after.
I was so bothered I spilled acid on Robin's new boots in Mr. Guy's class, and later nearly dropped my lunch tray.
With a good meal and a few comforting moments with Puff, I gathered up the courage to confront Ms. Reggie.
I knocked on her classroom door a couple of times with no answer.
"Ms. Reggie," I called out softly.
I just turned to leave when my hand brushed the door handle. It gave way.
The door opened a crack and I heard Ms. Reggie moan, "Delilah, do it again."
I opened the door some more and looked in.
What I saw made me hyperventilate. Ms. Reggie was spread out on her desk with Ms. Stone on top of her.
Delilah was kissing her, licking her, fondling her breasts.
"Oh, God yes!" Ms. Reggie moaned.
"Just wait till I get you home," Ms. Stone groaned.
"Bbrriiinngg! Bbrriiinngg!" the bell sounded startling me.
I ran back to my table, grabbed my stuff and ran all the way to Ms. Cooney's class.
by Gedren Y
A soft moan escaped from my lips and Aaron let go. He got what he wanted.
I glared at him, vowing vengeance. He just laughed.
I finished my paper on what I did over the summer. I omitted my mystical and sexual activities and emphasized some of my more mundane occurrences.
Once finished, we had to read it aloud before the class. We were called in alphabetical order.
"Aaron Astante," Mrs. Winderban called, "Please share your experiences."
Aaron got up and was about to read when I used my telekinesis to yank his shoes out from under him. The class loved it, so, I did it twice more before I let him read his report.
After class he hissed my name to get my attention. He didn't touch me this time.
"Nice to see you're loosening up, Delilah," he whispered, "Using your powers for revenge. What would your parents say?"
"I did it to teach you a lesson, you arrogant bastard," I replied.
"What was that?" Aaron asked with devious glee, "Not to touch you in class?"
"No," I responded, "Not to touch me at all."
"What about what happened at Denise Schaefer's pool party?" Aaron teased.
"You forced me, and you damn well know it," I seethed.
"I seem to remember you being pretty forceful yourself," he laughed.
"Under the influence of the power," I replied, "I can't be held responsible for my actions."
"And those were some mighty fine actions," Aaron joked.
"And it will never happen again," I said turning to leave.
"Believe what you will," he said to my back.
It was a miserable day after that. I couldn't get the conversation out of my mind. Aaron knew I was into girls and he enjoyed tormenting me with the forced desire between males and females of the power.
I was so caught up in my fuming that I almost missed the slight calming sensation I get when another female of the power is near. She looked like a freshman and was quite pretty. I decided to talk to her tomorrow.
I called Dane when I got home. I told him to come right over. I needed his hacking expertise. I wanted to know who that girl was.
When Dane came over he rushed to my computer, not even bothering with a preliminary greeting. It took him moments to pull up the freshman records and find the girl I had sensed.
"Jessica Argetlam," he stated, "Is an orphan living at St. Josephine's Foundling Home."
"That gives me nothing, Dane," I grumbled, "I need to know her lineage."
"Keep your pants on," Dane said squeezing my hand, "You're talkin' to the Keeper. I can find anything on the net."
A coarse moan escaped my lips.
"Sorry," he murmured letting go of my hand, "Now, let's see what we can find."
Ten more minutes of searching hospital computer systems and he found her medical records. Dane pulled up a scan of her birth certificate.
"Mother's name was Valerie Myers, age 16," Dane read, "As far as I know, there is no Myers in the Nightwatcher's Database."
"What about her father?" I asked hurriedly, "I know there are dozens of families with the name Argetlam in the database."
"Nuada Argetlam," he said without recognition, "No age given."
"Nuada Argetlam?" I asked excitedly, "Oh, my fucking God! A daughter of Silverhand himself!"
"What are you driveling about?" Dane asked, turning in the seat.
"You don't know?" I gasped, "The Keeper doesn't know about Silverhand?"
"Then enlighten me. Oh, great Force Wake," he replied snidely using my mystic ID.
"In Nightwatcher's training," I began, "We are taught about the fae."
"Are you telling me she's half fae?" Dane asked with wide eyes.
I nodded.
"Nuada Argetlam, a.k.a. Silverhand," I continued, "Was once the king consort of the Tuatha de Danaan."
I watched as recognition flooded his face and he continued for me, "But in combat with a mortal wielding the sword, one of the hallows, his right hand was severed. Nuada had planned for this, though, and replaced his missing hand with one of living silver."
"With which," I said, finishing the tale, "Nuada grabbed the sword by the blade and took it from the mortal. The mortal was banished rather than slain, and to this day Nuada Argetlam is the only fae to have ever been able to wield one of the hallows."
With the tale retold we turned once again to the computer. Nothing else in Jessica's file could hold any interest for either of us. With a resigned sigh, Dane shut the computer off.
We stayed where we were for a few moments, basking in the enormity of what we found out. Jessica Argetlam was half fae, and as far as we could deduce, knew nothing of magic.
"What about her natural gift?" Dane broached, "She's Silverhand's daughter, so, it must be some powerful ability."
"We'll find out soon enough," I replied, "Contact the active members at the school. Lunch in the Audio/Visual room and an after school meeting."
"The first meeting to tell the others," Dane said, understanding my train of thought, "The second to test Jessica."
"Keep what you know to yourself," I warned him, "Tell no one, not the others, not to the Nightwatchers Council, not even your parents. This will be our coup."
"Yes, Force Wake," he replied submissively, "As you command."
He left then, like a stricken puppy, with his tail between his legs.
August 23, 1994
I still couldn't believe it, but here I am, attending Manhattan High Prep on a scholarship. I earned this by my merit alone. Not through sexual favors, as in the past.
I let myself feel proud.
I listened to the band teacher, Mr. Langston, as he droned on about caring for our instruments. I was already cleaning my violin as I have done for years.
Mr. Langston abruptly stopped as the door opened. In walked the strangest office aid I have ever seen.
Her hair was jet black with streaks of electric blue, eyes a dark violet surrounded by heavy black eye shadow. Along with the black lipstick and tight black dress, it made her skin appear to be porcelain. She walked with a liquid grace that made her seem threatening.
She came up to Mr. Langston and they spoke for a moment. Mr. Langston checked his seating chart and then pointed in my direction. She couldn't be here to see me, I thought.
Sudden dread filled me as she approached my seat, but it seemed to disappear when she finally reached me.
"Jessica Argetlam?" she asked with something that sounded like apprehension, "Hi, I'm Delilah Stone."
"Hello," I replied warily, "Is anything wrong?"
"No," she said with a slight smile, "I am here to invite you to a special meeting in the Audio/Visual room after school."
"And what is this meeting about?" I asked with a little more inquisitiveness than usual.
"I'm not at liberty to say," she replied, her smile widening, "You have to attend to find out."
Delilah winked at me and turned abruptly to sashay out of the classroom.
I spent the rest of first period in a daze. I had trouble focusing on anything other that my short conversation with Delilah. I barely heard the bell when class ended.
"What is the meaning of this?" Aaron snapped, "Having Dane call us all here without explanation!"
"Shut up, Shimmer," I said using his magic ID to stress the importance of what I was about to say, "Cut the crap, because Dean and I have found out that we have a half fae in our midst."
"Half fae?" came the gasped reply from nearly half of the assembled active Nightwatchers.
"Not only half fae but," I said, pausing for dramatic effect, "A child of Silverhand."
"What?!" asked an impassioned Becca Saunders, "Are you sure?"
"Nuada Argetlam was the father's name given on her birth certificate," Dane replied, "Jessica Argetlam is the orphaned daughter of a teenage prostitute named Valerie Myers."
"How could a teen whore," I continued for him, "Who has no connection to magic, know the name Nuada Argetlam?"
"If this is true," Michael chimed in, "We need to alert the Nightwatchers Council."
"No!" I exclaimed, "No, we initiate her ourselves. We all have been looking for some way to give our group some distinction. She is our chance."
"You're our captain, Force Wake," Michael replied, bowing his head, "We are honor bound to obey your command."
"To a point," Aaron sneered.
"Shut the fuck up, Shimmer," I growled, "And don't let me catch any of you guys touching her until she understands the sensations. Am I clear?"
Everyone agreed to this, though, Aaron was reluctant.
"Okay," I sighed, content that nothing would happen yet, "Everyone report back here after school with your spell collections and herbs. Meeting adjourned."
When the others left to try and salvage what was left of the lunch hour, I pulled my lunch out of my backpack. The only person who stayed behind was Dane, who usually ate lunch here anyway.
"I met her this morning," I said to Dane, "When I delivered the invitation, I scanned her aura. You wouldn't believe the power she has."
"I know," Dane replied, "I passed her in the hallway. If we don't recruit her, I shudder at the thought of the Spokesmen getting to her."
"And if they do?" I asked worriedly.
"May God have mercy on our souls," Dane said with all seriousness.
I'm not going to make it, I thought, My bladder is going to burst.
I was still a good hundred yards from the girls room. I spied then the door marked boys.
I checked the hallway, no one. I ducked into the slight alcove and began the shift. I turned myself into a reasonably good looking guy, clothes and all.
I burst through the door and staggered my way to a urinal. I freed a limp but huge dick and let myself go. This is one of the few things that I like about going male, peeing standing up.
I looked at the guy to my left as he finished. He had a nice cock, for a preppy high school boy.
Apparently he noticed me looking, because as he passed me he mumbled, "Fag."
I finished with a sigh Unlike that unknown dick swinger, I washed my hands when I was finished.
I left the bathroom and checked the hallway again. No one came, so, I shifted back to my usual self and headed back to class.
I spent the rest of fourth period Biology wondering about the special meeting I was going to attend. I found myself watching the clock more often than the teacher. She noticed.
"Miss Argetlam," Mrs. Sneed quipped, "Can you explain cellular respiration?"
I fumbled about trying to come up with a coherent answer when the bell rang. Apparently Mrs. Sneed never watches the clock. I was out of class and halfway down the hall before anyone could stop me.
I blew by the Audio/Visual room before I remembered the meeting. Mrs. Sneed really got under my skin.
I backtracked and found myself outside the supposed meeting place. I placed a hand on the doorknob and felt a strange mixture of calm and sexual excitement. My heart was beating at an easy restful pace, but my pussy wet and hot.
I tried to dismiss the feelings, but couldn't, so, I turned the knob and stepped over the threshold.
The feelings intensified as I entered. Looking around, the only people there were students. Everyone else looked to be either juniors or seniors, including Delilah.
"So, what's this all about?" I asked impatiently.
Delilah got up off the stool she occupied and came over to me. The feeling of calm increased.
"Welcome," she said in a breathy, soul-melting voice, "To the Nightwatch."
With those words began a new chapter in my life.
by Gedren Y
My power, I have always known about. The ability to change not only myself, but anyone I have had physical contact with. Rather than thinking myself weird, I felt special.
Now I know just how special. Half fae. From what I have learned they rarely breed with humans.
Wrapping my brain around the idea that I'm only half human took less time that even I would have believed. This explained some of the irregularities that doctors kept finding in my blood.
There is also the fact of my father, Nuada Argetlam. Until now, the only thing I knew about him was his name, the sisters at St. Josephine's Foundling Home hid nothing from me. I am the daughter of one of the most notorious fae of the Tuatha de Danaan.
During the past month, not only was I taught a condensed version of fae and magic history, but my training as one of the Nightwatch proceeded at an accelerated rate.
I found that I was particularly adept at enchantment, infusing an inanimate object with a particular spell. My spells often end up like poetry, Becca says I have a beautiful mind. On the other hand, my potions usually end up inedible soup.
At home, the sisters like the idea that I have been accepted by my peers. I often find that I am used as an example of success by the sisters. I have worked hard and earned a place of respect among the students of a prestigious school. However, not wholly true, it is a good object lesson for the younger girls.
As my mind whirrs from thought to thought, the reality of my present situation is ominous. I am in a van with the other members of the local Nightwatch team, on my way to be presented to the Nightwachters Council. Delilah seems to think that my presence on the team will be a political coup, I'm not sure why. That scares me.
"She did better than any of us," Becca stated proudly, "She made it half way out before succumbing to the fatigue."
"Yeah," Michael agreed, "I needed help after the fourth room."
Using my power, I settled Jessica onto the seat, head in my lap. Stroking her beautiful copper curls, a fleeting wish crossed my mind. Oh, to be her lover.
"Okay, Dane," I said, shaking myself from my reverie, "Let's go."
"Shouldn't we wait for Aaron?" he queried.
"Aaron isn't coming back with us," I replied, "Due to recent conduct, he has been reassigned."
"Thank God," Becca sighed.
"Thank my father," I replied, "It pays to have a family member on the council."
"Next stop, St. Josephine's Foundling Home," Dane chimed in.
"No," I replied, "My place. I've already cleared it with the nuns, so, Jessica will be staying with me while she recuperates."
"The Waldorf Astoria it is then," Dane agreed.
"Reassigned!" I roared at the top of my lungs.
"Yes, Mr. Astante," Councilor Stone confirmed, "To an all male team."
"But you can't be serious," I protested.
"Quite," the councilor responded, "You're lucky my daughter didn't ask for a more severe punishment."
"Oh," I breathed in the realization of why this was happening.
"As per request," he continued, "You are being assigned to the South Beach Nightwatch Team."
"Oh, no," I gasped, "You're assigning me to the gay team!"
"Yes, Mr. Astante," he explained, "It's time for you to be the one to deal with unwanted, male sexual advances."
I was in shock at the gravity of my situation. I didn't even protest when two guards came through the portal entrance and dragged me away.
I must have been dragged through at least ten different rooms, because the sensations kept changing. In my disbelief, I didn't care.
I came to my senses in time to realize that I was almost to the Miami barrier. I tried to struggle, but my captors, being earth spirits, couldn't be deterred.
"Jag gna onofong, noonck," one said in his own language.
The other translated, "Enjoy the heat, bitch."
They picked me up and slung me through the mystical barrier, and straight into the other wall of a closet, thoroughly knocking me unconscious.
September 29, 1994
I woke with the feeling that I was surrounded by clouds. I sat up stretching with a contented sigh. Then I looked down.
"Gah!" I screamed as I grabbed the covers, "I'm naked!"
"Mm, yes," Delilah purred next to me, "Beautifully naked."
Suddenly the covers went flying and Delilah was on me, sucking my left nipple and kneading the right. I reached orgasm in seconds, cumming seven times before I lost count.
"Good God, girl," Delilah gasped, letting go of my nipple, "I know I'm good, but not that good."
"The….hmm…uh," I gasped, "Ad…advantages of being a shape shifter."
Delilah was on my breasts again, but now a hand at my pussy too. Down, up, tweak clit, in a little, out, in a little more, out again, and in all the way, she did it all and had me cresting my threshold for what felt like an eternity. Still I needed more.
So I changed her, giving Delilah something that she definitely shouldn't have.
"Oh, my!" she gasped letting go of my nipples. I took the chance to give her the deepest kiss she's ever had, stretching my tongue literally half way down her throat.
Reaching down, I grabbed my gift to her. The clit sensitive dick stiffened even more as I guided it to my waiting pussy. With a quick thrust I had the whole foot long cock deep inside me.
I could feel her multiple orgasms as I launched past my own pleasure threshold into a swirling orgasmic bliss.
Fucking in animalistic fury, we kept on going. I suckled her, she suckled me and we both fucked for an hour or more before we both lay spent.
"Mind if I keep it," Delilah asked in a breathless whisper.
"Keep it forever," I groaned hoarsely, "No more worrying about a dick in your pussy."
"Now, I'm the dick in the pussy," she giggled ecstatically.
"And down my throat," I replied as I pushed her over to take her quickly stiffening dick in my mouth.
Twenty more minutes of intense cock sucking ensued before Delilah spoke up again.
"This has been unbelievable, babe," she huffed as she stood, "But we do have things to do today."
"Like what?" I ventured as I licked the last of her cum off my lips, "We're already too late for school."
"No, we're meeting Dane today," she said as she considered herself in the mirror, "No panties today, I guess."
"Me neither, the panties I mean," I said as I rolled over to look at her upside down, "And why are we meeting Dane?"
"Stop teasing me before I come over there and we loose more valuable time," Delilah growled as she pulled on a black skirt, "You'll find out why when we get there. Now get dressed, please."
"Yes, mistress," I purred, teasing her with my eyes one last time.
"What took you so long?" Dane asked excitedly, "No don't tell me. Fuck bunny stuff, right?"
"Sort of," Delilah murmured with a sidelong glance at me, "They on stage?"
"Just setting up now," he replied, "Is she ready?"
"Ready for what?" I asked, feeling out of the loop.
"To meet your battle and infiltration instructors," Delilah said, pushing me through the backstage entrance to Blood Fiend, a mystic controlled dance club.
Dane lead us to our seats, hidden just off stage on the right.
"Halo, out there," resonated the guy with silvery long hair, obviously lead guitar, "We're Transgender Media. From the looks of this place, most of you are just waking up from last night's party."
"Lead guitar is Shard, your battle instructor," Delilah whispered in my ear, "The babe on bass is Dane's mother, Invision, and your infiltration instructor."
"Since my good friend Dane is out there," Shard began, "I think we'll start with something a little weird. Sissify."
I watched Dane as they played. First, is face turned red, then several shades of purple. Watching his range of embarrassment was amusing, so much so that I didn't notice the song end.
"If Shard can control himself," came a deliciously feline voice from the keyboard player, "I think we should do one of mine. Angel in Disguise."
The thoroughly masculine rumble of a voice had me totally entranced with lust. The hypnotic feeling of power seemed to emanate from this lion of a man. Belatedly I realized that he was really radiating animal lust.
Just then, Delilah bit my ear and growled, "Dance."
It was a command and I obeyed. We danced until the concert was over.