As Bart loaded his bag, in the car, he couldn’t help but complain again.  He didn’t want to be up so early, didn’t want to go camping and certainly didn’t want to go there alone with his father for a whole day and night.  He couldn’t blame Homer however. It wasn’t his idea after all, it was his mom’s.

            “Please Bart, do it for me,” she had said with her pleading eyes, the ones which no son could resist but agree to.

            Homer had complained as well and Marge had dealt with him as well.  It was ironic that the camping idea was meant for father and son to bond, when the one thing they did agree to was that they weren’t interesting in camping alone together.

            But having agreed to it and with no way to back out of it, they had left home fairly early on Saturday, both men grumpy and complaining to each other.  Homer didn’t trust the boy and knew that he would have to watch his back with his son around.  There was no anticipating what devilish plot Bart might come up with to torture him.  It was Bart’s favourite pastime it seemed and Homer his favourite victim.  But for the moment at least, the boy was sleeping on the passenger seat.  Getting up early on a weekend is never easy for a ten year old after all.

            It took little over an hour before the Simpson men arrived at their designated camp site.  Marge had chosen a peaceful forest spot for them rather then public camping grounds.  She said that being completely alone together without opportunities to meet and socialise with other people would help the bonding.  Also, she secretly wanted to avoid giving Bart any opportunity to humiliate his father in public. 

            As Homer stopped the car, Bart woke up and yawned loudly.  He looked around and was surprised to find the area to his liking.  The camping spot was a clearing surrounded by tall trees and as the boy opened the door, he heard a small river not too far in the distance.  A circle of stones was set on the ground, the remains of another camping family no doubt.  As he stretched, his father opened the trunk to bring out the tent and other camping gear.  The food would remain in the car, to avoid attracting any wild animals.

            Homer laid out the schematics for the tent and studied them for a moment.  “Alright, so if I put this here…” he said as he planted a stake in the ground to set the tent, “and I put this one here… and I attach this here…”  One could almost believe that he knew exactly what he was doing; ‘almost’ being the key word.  Bart knew his father well enough to know that he was basically guessing and not really thinking through his methods. As he planted the last stake, Homer took a step back to look at his work.  Three full seconds later, a small gust of wind brought it swiftly to the ground, to Bart’s laughter… Read the rest of this entry »

Chapter II. Waikiki.

  Kitty strolled down the sidewalk with the tourists, pretending to be interested in the contents of the shop windows. And she actually was, to an extent. They had some nice stuff.

  However, she wasn’t here to shop, so she looked at the swimsuits and such on the fly. She checked her direction finder watch and confirmed she was headed the right way. Since this was a surveillance mission, she had changed into street clothes before being dropped on top of one of the Waikiki hotels. This sure was nicer than slogging around in the bowels of those fucking pyramids.

  Forge had created the tracking equipment for the professor. It used the Avenger comm satellites to coordinate with Cerebro back at the mansion. The sats were designed by Reed Richards, built by Stark Enterprises, and launched by SHIELD. The Avengers allowed the X-Men a percentage of the bandwidth, for official business only.

  Every five minutes, Kitty’s watch would send off an inquiry to Cerebro via the sats, asking for the last known position of the target mutant. The watch would then compare that with Kitty’s own position and give her a heading, in the form of an arrow. Scott, Jean, and Mr. Logan, who had all started from different points, were also converging on the target from different directions.

  It wasn’t foolproof, because Cerebro could not detect the mutant unless he was using his powers. However, Kitty had changed direction a couple of times, indicating that he was doing so sporadically.

  The other piece of Forge-supplied hardware was in her ear, a high-gain comm link. The Avenger sat was providing the repeater capability.

  And of course Jean’s telepathy was an additional comm path, though it was a star configuration, and all traffic had to relay through her. The hardware comm was point to point, so Jean was a backup.

  Kitty heard Mr. Logan’s voice. “Position report.”

  The Blackbird computer responded with the coordinates of all five mutants, the target and the X-Men who were tracking him. After that the team members themselves reported in. She waited for her turn. “Shadowcat. Position confirmed. On track.”

  The mutant they were tracking was Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin, AKA Peter AKA Colossus. For a Magneto stooge, he wasn’t really that bad a guy. Not like that vicious fucker Sabretooth. Or that smug bastard Gambit. Or the psycho Pyro.

  He wasn’t really evil at all. Kitty had spent some time with him down in the pyramid and when they weren’t dodging those huge killer mechanical statues, he had told her that he worked for Magneto only because of extortion. Basically his family was held hostage.

  The team really wasn’t after him, but was trying to get a line on Magneto. Helmet Boy himself couldn’t be tracked by Cerebro so they had no choice but to go after the Acolytes, hoping they would provide leads. You’d think that Magneto would have learned his lesson after the Apocalypse thing, but he was apparently up to his old shit.

  Kitty noticed that the street was starting to veer off in the wrong direction, away from Colossus. And it was a long way to the next block. She considered just heading directly toward the target in a straight line, ignoring all obstacles, but she decided that a public display of mutant powers would not be in keeping with a surveillance mission.

  She headed on toward the corner, picking up the pace. But after a short distance she came across an alley, and it seem to be going in a good direction. The way the street was curving, the cross street might take her off on a tangent.

  She hesitated for a few seconds. The alley went straight a short distance, then curved off. The curve was in a good direction, but she could not see what the alley contained, or who it contained, or whether it was went on through to the next street. If it was a dead end she would have to phase after all. Read the rest of this entry »

Chapter II. Airborne

  Bloom smiled. “Okay, here’s how the Dragon Mate works. The male dragons have to chase the queen through the sky in order to mate with her. It’s a genetic thing, The idea is that the strongest dragon has the speed and endurance to mate with the queen, thus improving the bloodline. In our version, Flora and I play the part of the male dragons and there are two queens to catch. It’s one on one. We catch you, we fuck you. By the way, it’s like touch football or tag. If we touch you, you’re caught.””And if you can’t catch us?”

“Well, I assume you want to be fucked. If we just can’t do it, then slow down and let us catch you. But make us work for it first. The chase is a big part, flying just for the fun of it.”

Will nodded. “So if you catch us, or if we let you, then we land and do it?”

“Oh, no, it’s way cooler than that. Everything takes place in the air. First, we fly straight up, as high as we can go without passing out or freezing our asses off, doing foreplay all the way. Then we lock down our wings and freefall for thousands of feet, fucking like lunatics all the way down.”

Irma gasped. “Holy shit!”

“To say the least. Anyway, that’s the basic idea. We can give you more details on the ascent. But I need to tell you this part right now. This is a little different from most kinds of sex. Usually the idea is to make it last as long as possible, but that isn’t a good idea when the ground is coming toward you at terminal velocity, about 120 miles an hour.”

Will blinked. “Holier shit!”

“Yep. You don’t have to rush from the beginning, but when the altimeter goes off the first time, start wrapping things up and concentrate on getting off. When it goes off the second time, we break apart and start beating our wings like maniacs to kill the velocity, whether anybody has cum or not. The idea is to have fun, not have a close encounter with the landscape.” She glanced at the Guardians, serious for once. “Do you guys think you can handle it? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Will and Irma exchanged a long glance, then both nodded. “Kamikaze love,” Irma said.

“That’s what I like to hear. It’ll be awesome, I swear. Okay, so how do we pair up?”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Will said. “You’re both gorgeous, and I like you a lot.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” Flora said. “I feel the same way. I would be happy to fuck either of you.”

Bloom and Irma made it unanimous.

“So what do we do?” Bloom asked. “Flip a coin?”

“Let’s do it this way,” Will suggested. “Irma and I fly in front, side by side, with the two of you behind us, also side by side. We don’t look back and we switch sides at random intervals, whereas you stay in the same positions. Then we suddenly separate without warning and fly off in different directions. You chase whoever is on the same side as you at that time. We don’t know who we will get because we don’t look back and don’t know which sides you are on. You don’t know who you will get because we keep switching and the time of separation is not predictable.”

“I love it,” Bloom said. “Nobody chooses, no hurt feelings. All by chance.”

The others agreed.

Bloom looked at Elyon and June, snuggling on a beach towel. “Are you two ready for this?”

Both girls held up their binoculars. Elyon giggled. “And I’m sure we can keep ourselves occupied when you are out of sight.”

The Guardians launched, followed by the fairies. The pace was leisurely, as the run hadn’t started yet. Bloom and Flora held back a couple hundred yards, giving the other girls a decent head start. They watched their quarry change position several times, quite randomly. Sometimes they would switch after twenty seconds, sometimes after five. Irma was about 10 feel above Will, so that they wouldn’t crash into each other when they reversed.

Irma and Will were excited, having never done anything like this before. “God, I’m getting wet already!” Irma admitted.

“Me too. Switch!”

The girls swapped sides again. Irma was so used to following Will’s lead that she just did it automatically, even when it was for fun rather than official Guardian business. So Will controlled both the switching and the decision to start the run.

On the other hand, Irma was better at flying than Will, so she made suggestions on technique. “Don’t make sharp course changes, unless you are dodging something. It you turn, make it a long sweeping turn. If your turn is too sharp, she may be able to cut even sharper and gain on you.”

“Thanks. Switch! I guess it’s time to stop farting around and go for it. Are you ready?”

“Let’s go.”

“Okay. Ready, steady, suck it, fuck it, go!” Read the rest of this entry »

Pokemon Breeding Center. Part IV. 

Rhydon had spent the entire show dozing in the shade, apparently caring little for what happened. Which probably meant that he didn’t regret his earlier actions either, he just hadn’t been interested at the time. So, both of them would abuse my body at regular intervals for the duration of our stay together. The thought almost caused me to collapse, feeling that it was futile to go on living. But even if I had the means, which I didn’t, I did not have to courage to end my own life. So, I would live on as a sex-toy for two males… I could only prey that Crystal soon came to pick us up.

I was not surprised when I was awakened that night. Although Machamp was obviously willing to screw me in broad daylight, the night was still the main time for fucking. As he kneeled down and pulled me into his crotch, ordering me to suck his cock, I suddenly knew what was coming. Whether it was an ability inherited from my Espeon mother, or simply a quick flash of logic, I realized what Machamp intended to do with those cocks when he was done. Of course, knowing didn’t give me any comfort, quite the contrary. But at least it convinced me to do a good job on the cocks, covering both in a thick layer of saliva. When I was done, I was turned around, but before Machamp could order me to assume my usual submissive position, with my head on the ground and my ass high in the air, I did so on my own accord. There was no point in giving him an excuse to do me harder.

My preconception was confirmed when I felt his lower cock entering my ass. Although it was still slightly sore from the previous night, I didn’t feel stretched in any way. Compared to Rhydon’s bulging dick, Machamp was puny. That changed after he had done three-four strokes, when he poised the other dickhead at my anal ring and started pushing it in. Exactly as I had foreseen, the scene from the day was repeating itself, only in the other hole. Had it not been for the experience with Rhydon, my ass would have been torn open by this second cock, and the pain was just as blinding as back then. Machamp was neither gentle nor careful, he thrust fully into me as soon as he was sure that he was lodged securely within me. After a few testing thrusts, that left me grinding my teeth in pain, he took me in the same four-armed grip he had used that day, and lifter me into the vertical position. The difference was that, due to the different angle of approach, this position actually afforded better anal penetration that the doggy position they had used before. Both his staffs attained full penetration as I was forced down on them, stretching the sensitive skin of my ass around their fat bases. Then Machamp got to his feet, suspending me above the ground, supported only by his cocks. His hands didn’t really hold me up, they just stopped me from falling forwards. Read the rest of this entry »

    Since that night, Harry could not act like he usually could around Hermonie. Her shinning eyes, her firm ass, and lovely attire, was driving him insane. Hermonie had not told anyone else besides Ginny, (Harry and Ginny hook up in the 6th book at the end, lets see how this changes things…) and Harry had not even told Ron his best friend. The ups though, he felt like a Wizard king who could do no wrong but only without Hermonie around. Soon Harry began thinking about doing it again, but the problem was the spell he had used was nowhere to be found. The night he and Hermonie had sex he left it in the commenroom and found it gone when he woke up that morning.  Of course, Hermonie was not feeling the littlest of weirdness, she was actually much happier but still feuding with Ron. When Harry saw Ron these days, actually, all he really saw of Ron was his mouth on Lavender browns. So really the only good friend he still had, and she was a GOOD friend, was Hermonie.

     Ginny however was really looking at him a lot. While looking up potions for Snape he noticed how she was instead of writing her essay, looking at him. Staring mostly. He looked down at her skirt which had been slowly going higher and higher in response to Ginny pulling it up for him. She had no underwear on as he could see right to her hairless pussy. She quickly put it down if she didn’t realize she had done it and began writing her essay once more. Hermonie was out in the Library looking up books up the Half Blood prince again and Ron was probably out with Lavander leaving Harry to study alone. But today he had wonderful company, of Ginny.

  It was now spring and quite warm. The kids who had nothing to do had left and only some 1^st years remain along with Harry and Ginny.

  Harry notices some of her features too, her lovely red hair was enough to be boner inducing but that was just the tip of her head. She was filling in it looked like and only had maybe B cup tits, but from experience with Hermonie he didn’t car what size they where. She had a face of a angle and when she smiled you felt good too. Her body was well curved and had everything Harry would want to explore. Soon he really wanted that spell. What book he tried to think…what book.

  Suddenly he felt as if a heat wave had just gone over him. He felt his penis rapidly becoming hard as if he was about to orgasm right there. It didn’t of course but still he felt the need to masturbate right away. He got up and went to the boy’s room when Ron, Semus, and the other boy would not be. He also noted that Ginny and he would be safe up here. He picked up his bed, and pulled out a magic Vagina. It was a fake but felt real. All you did was stick your dick in it and ask it to suck, fuck, or be a asshole to fuck. He had never tried asshole before and turned it to that. Suddenly the door opened and closed as if the wind had made a mistake blowing it open. He quickly pulled his pants up over his large penis and went to investigate. He felt a presence and wondered if it was a ghost? A invisible clock? Nah he had the only one in the school. Right in his….where was it last he though. He had not used once that winter. Did Ron take it? Hermonie? Semus? Lavander?…GINNY? Read the rest of this entry »

Kim was in a foul mood. It was bad enough to be forced to go to a movie against her will, but it wasn’t even one she wanted to see. She liked some of Jim Carrey’s earlier stuff, such as the first Ace Ventura, but he got old in a hurry.

Bonnie and Brick appeared to be enjoying themselves, which annoyed Kim even more. At least it could have been a double date. But Kim didn’t have a boyfriend, the price she paid for the teen hero gag. So here she sat, alone yet not alone.

Damn Dementor and his fucking bonding agent! If she had to be joined at the hip with someone, why in the hell did it have to be Bonnie? Dealing with Bonnie was bad enough before, when she could at least be avoided most of the time. This 24 hour a day shit was a nightmare.

Even bodily functions were aggravating, since they could not both sit at the same time. It was exhausting for the other, holding a crouching position beside the toilet.

Showers were not so bad, because she loved Bonnie’s body, though she would never say so. Bonnie had much better tits, and she was envious. She longed to handle them, but limited herself to furtive glances.

Unable to keep interest in the movie, Kim let her eyes wander. She could barely make out the outlines of her film crew. She could see no red lights, so they were not filming. They had gotten some footage early on, but it was pointless for them to film a couple of hours of her sitting watching a movie. They appeared to be packing up, getting ready to transport the equipment to the next location.

Having her own reality show was cool, especially since “Kim Possible” was the highest-rated live-action show on the Disney Channel, but it was also a pain in the ass sometimes. This whole bonding-with-Bonnie thing was just too weird, and she would have preferred not to have all that go on camera. But then her contract required footage of her personal life in addition to the teen hero stuff, so she was stuck. Stuck with the cameras and stuck with Bonnie.

When Brick took them home, he asked, “am I supposed to kiss both of you?”

Bonnie and Kim both shouted “no!”, though Kim didn’t really mean it. She would have been happy to let him.

Brick left and so did the film crew. Bonnie’s house appeared to be deserted.

“I’m hungry,” Kim said. “Nobody bought me any popcorn. And you wouldn’t go with me so I could buy my own.”

“I’m hungry too,” Bonnie replied, “but not for food”.

She went to the back door, with Kim in lockstep, and let in Brick.

Bonnie and Brick kissed again. “Now that those TV guys are gone, we can have some real fun! My parents will be out late and so will my bitch sisters. Let’s go upstairs.”

Kim was incredulous. “You guys are going to make out?”

Bonnie was her usual snotty self. “Well, duh.”

“Hello! Bound together! I have to go with you. There’s no way I can give you privacy.” Read the rest of this entry »