We went inside and followed the sounds of voices to the living room, where we found everyone gathered in a large circle with their animals gathered around them. Dr. Lawrence was joined in the circle, while the rest of the doctors and the people who had brought the animals watched from the sidelines. To see foxes, dogs, cats, and other animals so perfectly behaved and calm was a strange sight, to say the least. All the hybrids cheered in happiness when they saw us. “Ah, welcome back,” said Dr. Lawrence. “What’s going on here?” Lorraine asked. “We’re having a sort of group therapy session, in which all the animals and hybrids are conversing with each other. I was hoping to have this finished before you got back, but you’re here now, so you might as well take part. Go on, take a seat.” I sat on one couch between Momo and Jenny and Lorraine sat on another between Peter and Steve. In Momo’s lap were the four cats, and in Jenny’s were two rabbits. “See, Zoe? This is Master. He’s the one Momo told you about.” A skinny brown cat crawled from Momo’s lap and into mine, sniffing me all over with great interest. “Ok,” said Dr. Lawrence, “next question. Jenny, could you please ask one of your friends if they dream when they sleep?” Jenny held up a furry bunny to her face. “Do you have dreams?” she asked. I didn’t see any kind of obvious reply from the rabbit, at least anything more than a nose twitch, but that seemed to be more than enough of a response. “He dreams about humping vegetables.” “Who doesn’t?” Lorraine shot off. “Last question for the day. Could each of you ask your friends, if they had the opportunity, whether or not they would like to become like you.” The question was repeated over again with the answers varying between yes, no, and undecided. “All right, I suggest we call it a day. Good work, everyone.” Weeks passed and we performed experiment after experiment. I’m . . . Half of the roads are probably flooded out.” Her screams through the gag were so loud I nervously looked around. I was so lost in my feelings for Monet that I never imagined sex with her would be astounding for more reasons than it simply being with her. “Mmph..!” She groaned, bobbing her head up and down his erect member.
"Yes, my Queen." Atrin nodded, standing slowly and bowing low having to adjust the tie of the ill-fitting robe as he did so, keen to interpret her orders as a dismissal. As he and Avery both made for the door she spoke, her voice low, "Oh, and Atrin?" They stopped in their tracks by the door and turned to look at her, his voice coming out hesitant, "...Yes, my Queen?" She eyed him flatly, "...Burn the robe." He cleared his throat a little and nodded once, "...Yes, my Queen." The Beginning We were sitting at the table idling time after eating an early afternoon lunch. The day was cloudy, gray and wet, a typical spring day in Seattle. It was a Saturday and my wife's best friend and I were keeping each other company while we waited for my wife to come home from a conference in San Antonio. Amber was clinking the plates together, putting them in a pile on a corner of the table when my cell chirped, it was Chloe, my wife. “My connection in Denver has been canceled, the damn plane is missing a wing or something. All the other flights are full so I'm grounded until tomorrow, I'll be on the 6:30 flight out of here in the morning.” Each stroke went deeper and with more power. But it was a scream of pleasure, and the tears that still bubbled down her cheeks were becoming tears of joy. I obeyed this time. It wasn’t until noon when we would have our outing…I took my shower, admired myself in the mirror…my nipples got erect and stiff…I didn’t know why and I felt a tingling down there…again not knowing why but a definite tingling and squeezed my legs and felt it again! After a couple of deep breaths I squeezed and the egg started to see the sunlight. “If it is their nature.” I retorted, incensed by her insolence.�
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