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The painting glowed with an ethereal light. It started soft at first, merely like a neon aura over the top of it, but slowly it grew brighter and bigger, shimmering with a thousand times a thousand colors. Reds, blues, yellows and more, teals and pinks, violet and green, and colors that existed beyond what the human eye could see, beyond what the human mind could comprehend. Slowly, the light grew brighter and brighter until it became unbearable to look at, burning it's way into the retinas of anyone who stared directly at it. Then, with a bang like a grenade going off the painting exploded.

Where once had been a painting, now there lay a woman. She was immense, easily seven feet tall, a long sheaf of white hair spread out around her on the floor, though in places it seemed that color faded in and out at random, as if highlights were appearing and disappearing. That was not the only unusual color about the woman, for it was clearly visible, as Iris was entirely nude, that her skin was a deep shade of midnight blue. She looked asleep, or unconscious, her bountiful chest rising and falling with soft breaths. After a long moment, her eyes cracked open, seeming almost to glow in the dim light. They were somehow full of even more color than the light had been, her irises a swirling mass of color. She was incredibly, inhumanly beautiful, a slender athletic frame, yet well rounded where it was most pleasing to the eye.

Slowly, Iris peered around her, her eyes going wide. As she sat up, her body changed in color, a new lighter, softer blue bleeding into the deeper color until it covered her entire frame, then further as a smile spread over her face, a bright and sunny yellow began to erupt across her skin, rapidly overpowering the softer blue. Her eyes locked on Jacob and with a beaming smile she said "uis-je libre?"

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Jacob reacted without thinking, jumping over the desk and hunkering down behind it, the entire room suddenly bathed in impossible brightness. He didn't know what was going on but some instinct told him he needed cover and no sooner did he start to question any of this did the painting explode like a firecracker with an oomph! that shook the desk and sent papers flying. There were sounds of surprise from outside the door. Jacob peered over the desk, assuming he would see a scorched spot on the ground where the painting had been. He was not prepared for what was actually there. He hadn't had much time to study the painting but it seemed to have depicted a woman very much like the one that now lay---completely nude---on the floor of the office, long white hair splayed around her.

She began to rouse herself and her skin and hair actually shifted in color, as if she were made from color itself, a real living painting. She started to say something in a language he didn't recognize, smiling at him for some reason. Jacob felt dazed with the impossibility of all this but he didn't have long to process the absurdity---or the nudity---of the situation before the door opened, a figure standing silhouetted against the light from the room beyond.

"What the fuck...?" The man seemed preoccupied with the absolutely enormous naked woman on the floor. So much so that Jacob had time to pick up the office chair beside him and chuck it at the guy, causing him to recoil with more cursing. Jacob took the opportunity to vault over the desk again---avoiding the rainbow beauty as he did---and slam the door, throwing the lock. He heard banging on the other side and turned to the woman.

"Those guys are here to rob the place. We gotta go!" he shouted as he crossed to the window, unlatching it and opening it. They were on the second floor but there was plenty of handholds. It wouldn't be a problem for him. But what about her? "Hey can you climb? I don't see another way out of here!" He beckoned to her, deciding he could ask the flurry of questions he had later. Not to mention have a monumental freakout about all this. Was he drugged? Was he high? Was he having a mental break?

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Iris couldn't believe it. She felt the floor beneath her, cold and smooth like marble, yet not marble. She heard voices and scuffling noises in a room behind her, and when she looked, she saw the door open and a man step through. It was all so wonderful, to be able to touch, to see, to hear again. For too long she had been trapped in her painted prison, unable to do anything. Now it was like being reborn. She could actually FEEL again, and to feel felt wonderful. She took a deep breath, ready to greet the man, only for it to come out in a startled yelp as he was bowled over by what she realized must be a chair, though why it's base was a 5-pointed star was beyond her.

A second man slammed the door and turned the lock, and from outside came banging and shouting voices. What the hell had she come back to? "Rob?" she repeated, "English?" Her accent was impossible to place, but would sound old to the human, indeed it was older than any other human language, and was the accent of the very first one to exist. "Hold, what be the cause of such commotion?" the yellow was already fading as her excitement of being free was replaced with a good deal of confusion, which manifested as dull orange, and concern, which began to drain her skin entirely to a dull gray.

"What in Danu's name---" she asked, just as the door burst open and a man wielding what was obviously a weapon burst in, shouting angrily. If they were here to rob the place they were being awfully loud about it. In the dead of night like she could see outside, one tended to be quieter about such things, or perhaps he was more a killer than a robber? Either way, Iris had no intention of staying to find out. "Danu above!" she swore, leaping to her feet. For a moment she stumbled, unused to the sensation of having legs again, let alone using them. The man swiped at her and she heard a lout crackling sound. He missed her by a hair and she scooted back towards the window and the stranger who wasn't trying to murder her, which meant for now at least he was the preferable option.

"Jump!" she shouted, twisting and diving towards him. She caught him up in her arms and leapt through the window, thanking the creator it was so large. She heard more swearing behind her and felt the weapon clip her ankle on the way down. A shock went through her body and she cried out, a painful arc of electricity she realized. They weren't that high up thankfully, but the pain had muddled her trajectory. She managed to twist in mid-air so that when they hit the grass, she acted as padding to the smaller, much more fragile human. They landed on the grass, which despite what many folks had said, was anything but soft. All the wind was driven out of her as they rolled once, twice and came to rest with him lying atop her and her wheezing for air.

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Jacob didn't have time to answer her questions as the door was broken open. He recognized a taser baton when he saw one. These guys were ready for a fight then! What in the hell was going on? The room was small and there was nowhere to go but out the window. And one of them, at least, would get caught. He froze up for a moment but the realization she was coming toward him with an intent to exit through the window made him shake his head. "No no wait--" he tried to protest, trying and failing to imagine any way of performing such a maneuver that wouldn't hurt. But it was too late. She gathered him up in her arms with little effort and jumped.

The fall happened so fast. They rolled and by the time they came to rest, his mind was spinning. They were on the ground now. He was sore. But there was something very soft and warm beneath him. Oh. That thing pressed against his face was a boob. Man. How long had it been since he'd been in a situation like this?

There wasn't time to appreciate the feeling of this though. He groaned as he sat up, finding his feet a little shakily. He'd taken some nasty falls before but that didn't really make them any easier. She seemed to have had the wind knocked out of her but he didn't want to wait around for those guys if they decided to come after them so he stooped and took her hand, trying to pull her up. He was athletic guy but there was no way he could lift her. He just wanted to get her moving. "Come on. They might follow us. We gotta get somewhere safe," he said as he rummaged in his pocket for his phone. It was totally busted. He'd landed on it during the fall. It was actually bent. So that's why his hip hurt so much... "Damn..."

He pulled her with him, too amped up from the attack to question this all right now. "Here quick," he said as he pulled off his hoodie and handed it to her. "Put that on." It wouldn't be enough. Oh wait! The dumpster. He remembered there was a textile-making class recently held on one of the other floors. Maybe there was some fabric in there. He rushed over to it and, sure enough, there was a big enough strip to make her a wrap to go around her waist. He returned to her. "Tie this around your waist!" He was trying not to look. He really was. But he couldn't resist a glance or two.

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Iris felt him atop her, and were this a more intimate moment it might've been pleasant, his head resting on her chest. As it was there was no time for pleasantries, whatever was going on she wanted nothing of it, wanted to be far away from it, wanted to be- Her mind went blank as she caught site of the city surrounding her, and her mouth fell open. It was huge. The building that the window they'd jumped through belonged to was big enough to be a small palace, but it was the smallest and lowest of all the buildings around her. Great soaring things that seemed to touch the sky they went so high. Dozens of floors up, great cubes of steel and glass and brick. It was all so overwhelming. She'd never seen anything like it before.

But there wasn't time to gawk. She felt him climb off her and try to tug her to her feet. She was no so heavy as to be unliftable, but he would not find it easy. Wheezing still, regaining her breath back, she climbed to her feet unsteadily. "I repeat noble sir... what, in the name of Danu, Jesus and Allah is happening?! I find myself in an unknown land, in an unknown time, with unknown men, one of whom has harnessed electricity, we thought you centuries from managing that!" She was naked, confused and more than a little scared. Usually she wouldn't mind the first, but in this specific situation, she was more than willing to don clothes if it meant sense came with them.

"What-" already she was tiring of that word as he pulled off his outergarment and thrust it at her. She frowned at him, a streak of firey red beginning at her temple and working it's way across her face and down to her throat as she reluctantly donned the garment. Her anger faded somewhat as she did so. It didn't cover her belly properly, behaving not unlike a crop-top, and was yet a snug fit on her frame. What was more was that it was incredibly soft and comfortable, the inner lining felt wonderful on her skin.

By the time she'd finished admiring her borrowed top he was back with a long scrap of fabric patterned with daisies, and try as he might, even in this situation he couldn't keep his eyes off her. She couldn't blame him truly, but she was so utterly bewildered by it all she didn't even think to flirt, instead just taking the garment and wrapping it around her waist, tucking one end in in a way that might be secure if they didn't have to run anymore. Unfortunately it seemed that was not to be the case as she heard shouting coming from around the corner of the building. "Somewhere safe!" she urged, taking his hand in her own, which was incredibly warm, she ran several degrees hotter than a human, but she knew her skin to him felt more like a blanket fresh from the drier than a furnace level heat. "Lead on, with haste!"

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Iris spoke so strangely. And from the way she was talking it was as if she weren't human... well maybe that wasn't so ridiculous given her appearance and how she'd... arrived. Did aliens travel through paintings? Jacob didn't even know how to begin asking what was going on. She seemed just as confused. Everything was happening so fast. There wasn't really time to answer her, especially when someone shouted around the corner. Shouldn't these guys be trying to leave and lay low? What if he'd called the cops? Wait, they were coming for the painting right? The one that had exploded and turned into the woman it depicted. Were they going to try and capture her? Then they weren't just burglars.

She took his hand and urged him to lead on. He did so without thinking, running around the opposite side of the building from where the noises were coming and toward the street. He could see the sidewalk illuminated by a streetlamp beyond. And across the street was a parking complex. That was where his van was parked.

"We're almost to my van," Jacob said as they left the alley and emerged onto the sidewalk. A couple of cars went past and once their tail lights were receding into the distance, he led her across the street, not bothering finding a crosswalk. There was a parking attendant by the gate but he wasn't watching the stairs that led up to the second floor.

There didn't seem to be any sign of pursuit at the moment as they ascended to the second floor of the parking structure. He led her to his van. It was one he had leased for some recent projects where he needed to transport large canvases. It wasn't a very large van but it served his needs. He quickly unlocked it, urging her around to the other side to get in the passenger side while he got in the driver's side.

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As Iris ran after him she couldn't help but marvel at the city around them. She was still taken aback by the sheer SIZE of it, the immensity of the buildings, the height of everything, even the lamps towered above her in ways they had never done before. Each had to be near 15 feet in the air, no way a mortal could light them, and the lights themselves... there was no doubt, electricity, and yet they had thought the mortals centuries away from such... a fear gripped her then, worse than the fear of those mysterious pursuers. How long had she been away?

Her bare feet made soft slapping noises as they crossed the road, several large horseless chariots, rumbling masses of yet more metal and glass, with high powered beams of light on their front driving by. This world was entirely alien to her as he urged her into an immense gray cubic structure and up a flight of stairs, taking them two at a time.

The structure was brightly it on the inside, and seemed to be nothing more than a storage for more of the strange metal vehicles. There were dozens if not hundreds of spaces marked out by white lines for them, and he lead her towards on of the few that remained occupied. He unlocked it with a key, then waved at her. It took her a moment, but she understood, darting around to the other side. She didn't realize but in their frantic sprint up the steps her daisy-skirt had fallen away, and so when she opened the door and slid in next to him, her knees near up to her chin despite the supposedly roomy cabin, she was bottomless again. He was panting, but she wasn't even breathing hard as he brought the vehicle to life with a roar of an engine.

it appeared they were relatively safe for the moment, and so she turned to him, her eyes wide. "What, pray tell, just happened?!" She felt as lost as a blind man at sea. Everything was so far removed from what she once knew she wanted to cry. It felt like she'd been away, and the world she'd known had vanished, to be replaced with a new one made of iron and glass and electricity. "Explain, human." she demanded.

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Jacob was peering out of the windows, looking for any sign that their pursuers might be after them so he didn't notice right away that she was once again bottomless. It didn't seem like they'd been followed this far, at least. He slid the key into the ignition and started the engine, then looked to her as she spoke. "Human? Wh---" He trailed off, looking at her with consternation. He leaned behind her seat and pulled a painter's drop cloth toward him, offering it to her to cover up once he noticed she was partly naked again.

"You tell me, lady. They mentioned they were looking for that painting you came out of before... well... before you came out of it. They were there for you. And if I'm 'human', what are you? Are you an alien?"

Despite seeing no sign of the men from the gallery, he wanted to get more distance so he put the van in reverse and started out of the parking lot, opting for the automated pay lane rather than going past the parking attendant. The old man in the booth still waved at them but they were too far away for him to see into the cab. The woman was still blue and rainbow colored after all.

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Iris gripped the dashboard tightly as he swung the vehicle out in reverse, driving it quickly down a gentle ramp and down towards the exit. It moved with unnerving acceleration towards the exit, and out into the street.

"Alien?!" she had to laugh, the stress of the situation making it tighter than she would normally. "Hardly, what I am is well... 'tis a complicated affair for one such as thee. As for our foes, I have no notion as to their motive, anymore than thou claimest to. I am, as they say, 'in the dark' as to this, as to well... gods abound, everything truly." She absently settled the fabric over her lap and hunched, peering out the windows as they drove. The speed at which the vehicle was capable of was astounding, speeds a horse would struggle to reach.

"Just... tell me what happened, before I was freed, was it you who did it?" she asked, turning her rainbow gaze towards him intently. She had no idea how she'd come to be free at last, but perhaps he had some inkling about this, even if he knew seemingly little else.

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They left the parking structure and he made sure not to pass the gallery, headed toward his studio. It was a loft. Nothing too fancy. But Jacob could work and sleep there so he hadn't bothered getting an apartment as well.

She claimed she wasn't an alien but she wouldn't tell him what she actually was. Or was he being insensitive? Maybe she just had some kind of skin mutation he'd never heard of. But that didn't answer why she CAME OUT OF A PAINTING after an EXPLOSION! But her confusion did seem genuine. Both of them wanted answers and only by comparing notes would they get any closer to them. At the very least, they could figure out the right questions to ask. Who they would ask was another matter.

"I don't know," he said of her question. "I was just looking for somewhere to hide when those guys came in. The office was right there. Then I heard them talking about the painting. I don't know why I grabbed it. But they were bad guys trying to steal it and I thought maybe I could hide with it and they would leave. Sounds pretty stupid now..." He was getting off track. "I swear I just pulled it off the wall. Then it started shaking and glowing. I took cover on instinct. Glad I did. Mighta blown my hand off when it exploded. And then you were just there. Nude as hell..." He trailed off, reminded of the feel of her under him. If she WAS an alien... well he wouldn't feel so bad if her people invaded...

"Why does your skin... do that?" he asked of the changing colors. Were he not so freaked out and confused, he would have found it beautiful. Hell, she was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Beautiful and impossible. He wanted to put her on the side of a building but a painting would be static. Her colors were always in motion, like living art. He began to feel a little less jittery as they got some distance from the gallery, taking the fastest route he could think of to get home. Getting her up to his studio wouldn't be too hard at this time of night. As long as none of his neighbors looked too close, they'd just think he was bringing home a girl.

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As he explained what had happened, Iris sat back in her seat, still tightly confined in the cabin, as the realization set in. She really was free. This wasn't a trick, wasn't a dream or a fantasy, wasn't her mind having finally lost it's vestiges of sanity. She was no longer a consciousness, floating in a void bereft of touch, of smell, of sight or hearing or taste. She felt hungry and thirsty, could sense the weight of herself, and after existing without such things for what might've been centuries it all rushed back to her. Her eyes welled with tears as she began once more to turn that brightest of yellows. She felt silly, but as tears ran down her face she was grinning like a maniac.

She sniffled and tried wiping her eyes, but it would do no good as she continued crying quietly beside him as they drove. Finally, he asked her a question in turn and she felt she owed him that answer, and so much more besides. He'd saved her, how she had no idea, how his touch alone had managed to unlock her cage she didn't know, and frankly didn't care. All that mattered was that she was free, she had a body again. Continuing to wipe her eyes she sniffled again and grinned sheepishly. "My skin does this in accordance to my emotional state sir, right now I'm feeling joy. Joy for thou hast freed me from my painted prison, joy to feel again, to be truly alive again after so long."

"But a thousand pardons," she said, using the hoodie sleeves to dry her eyes as best she could. "I know not my savior's name, and thou dost not know mine. Know me then, for I am Iris, Lady of Emotion, the Goddess of the Rainbow and She Who Brings Joy. Please, tell me your name sir, so that I might know thee better."

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This was too crazy. Was Iris like some kind of walking mood ring? And on top of that, she was both crying and smiling. He wasn't sure how to respond so Jacob just gaped at her as they came to a stop at a red light. Then she introduced herself and he thought his jaw would hit the floor. Whether or not he believed her, he could tell she certainly did. But who was he to argue with a woman who came out of a painting and had rainbow skin? Anything was possible, apparently. So yeah, sure. A goddess. In his van.

"Um... Jacob Karlsson. I'm an artist..." Not quite as impressive or World of Warcraft inspired as hers but oh well. Rainbow goddess. He felt like he knew something about that. Wasn't there a rainbow goddess in the Greek myths or something? Wait did that mean there were other gods and goddesses? And what about all the other myths. Hydras and gorgons and whatnot?

"OK... if you're a goddess, why couldn't you just snap your fingers and make those guys go away? Or levitate us out the window? Or... conjure some clothes?" He really didn't mind her being naked. He really wanted to paint her that way. But for practicality's sake...

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"'Tis a pleasure to meet thee Jacob Karlsson," Iris said as they stopped at a red light. She noted that the lights as they'd driven through them. Green meant, go, red meant stop and yellow meant go faster. They were left a breather as the light tinted the cabin of their craft red, and she offer her hand for him to kiss. "An artist says you? What manner of artist says I?" Perhaps that's how she'd been freed? An artist's touch? Yet it seemed extraordinarily unlikely that her painted prison hadn't been handled by an artist in however long it had been.

She'd seen the glint of recognition in his eyes when she'd said her name and awaited the usual deluge of questions, only to be surprised by the surprising practicality of his next words. "Well I..." her face flushed a bubblegum pinkish color as she felt more than a little embarrassed. She'd been so focused on their escape, and on the incredible change that had come to the world around her, she hadn't even thought to use her powers. "I am no warrior," she covered hastily. "I harm no humans, that is an oath I took an age ago, or perhaps several ages by now..." she muttered, glancing at the light as it turned green. "As for clothes," she said, skipping over the rather obvious levitation question, "You make a good point." Her tongue poked out between her lips, which with her face still flushed was a slightly richer shade of bright pink as she focused. She concentrated in her mind, picturing the item she wanted, a simple skirt, then putting it together in her mind. Linen she decided, and so went about breaking down the material by it's components, then putting them together. To create, she had to know what an item was made of, not just the material, but down to a chemical level, a molecular level. One mistake could ruin the whole thing.

They drove for nearly a minute as she build the skirt in her mind, then finally she lifted her right hand and clicked her fingers. Nothing happened. Iris frowned and tried again, clicking her fingers. Her eyes went wide as panic began to set in and she clicked her fingers rapidly "No no no no!" every 'no' was paired with an ineffective click of her fingers until she slumped back into her seat, now truly feeling scared. "My powers are not working," she said, turning to Jacob with real worry in her expression and shown by the dull gray of her skin. "I think I have been drained, my well of power lies empty, and until it can be refilled there is nothing to be done..."


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Zena was always the last Cheerleader to leave the locker room, usually cause she liked to shower in private: owning a ten inch cock made that a luxury she couldn't often afford. It also didn't help that owning said cock made her hormones fluctuate so frequently. Many times she'd be in class doing her studies, then she'd feel her trouser snake slither down her length, looking for a victim to bite.

Multiple times had she had to excuse herself and jerk one out in the bathroom. Embarrassing, but required. Tonight, after the game, her blood was on fire, she had her panties on tight to restrict her steel rod, but the last remaining of the cheer squad was sticking around, probably unaware that Zena was gonna use her image to jerk off in the shower once she left. Unless something else happened first.

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Violet grew up in an all girls house. She was the youngest, her father died in a car crash when she was just baby so for all of her life it had really just been her, her three sister and her mom. Because they were all women, they were all extremely comfortable with themselves and their nudity. That influenced Violet a lot and now that she was a cheerleader, She didn't mind existing completely naked around other women and most times, taking her sweet time with her showers after games.

That particular day was wild. The energy in the stadium was electric, obviously they had to keep up and it really made her work up a sweat, she loved it because all it did was make her look forward to her extra long shower. Most of the times, she'd be one of the last students in the showers but today, it seemed like everyone had left when she turned her water off. At least she thought. She took her time drying herself before she heard another shower start to run. She was extremely curious as to who it was.

She tossed her towel over her shoulder and walked up to the shower, looking up for a face first and seeing Zena. Only after she noticed it was Zena did she look down and see the thick long cock attached to her. Violet felt her body go warm all over, she couldn't help but stare and bite her lip, he hand moving unconsciously to her breast. Before she caught herself. "Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be a creep! I-It's just..." She trailed off, staring at Zena's cock and still biting her lip down.

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Having decided to shower anyway, Zena striped out of her clothes, turning the shower on as she made a messy pile of sweaty panties, skirt, and top, all while her hefty cock swung like a pole before her toned thighs. She was letting the water wet her hair before she heard Violet speak from the edge of the shower.

"Enter, Violet." She told her before she stepped from under the water, moving towards the dark skinned voyeur who had finally spied her secret.

"I know you are probably asking yourself a million questions. But answer mine first... would you like to get a free ride on this... in exchange for just one more secret to be kept?" Sweetening her external appearance, Zena took Violet by the hand, lead her in close, then pressed a kiss across her lips, sucking the tongue she found as a little incentive to follow her back to the shower for celebratory futa sex. "Come on... it's practically leaking for you."

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Violet didn't know what to do or say, and before she knew it, Zena had taken her hand, pulled her in and placed a kiss on her lips. Violent participated in the kiss wholeheartedly, moaning against Zena's lips when she felt her tongue get sucked on. That was so good. She wanted more, she wanted that cock.

Violet was almost frozen at Zena's words. She couldn't take her eyes off it, and almost unconsciously, she stepped into the shower and pressed herself against Zena, her breasts pushing against the Futa's holding her hip before sliding her hand right down to her unbelievable tool, slowly stroking it in it's entirety, focusing in the tip whenever her hand got there and then sliding back up the shaft and letting out, small, soft, excited sounds. "It's so fucking big..."

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"It's very fucking big. Feels even bigger when it's inside you." She moaned as she kissed along Violet's neck, pushing the girl up against the wall. Slowly sucking on her flesh, she lowered to her breasts before she chewed at her nipples gently, exciting the girl to her limit.

"I want you... bent over, grabbing the shower wall... and I'm gonna fuck you like you deserve it." Zena moaned before she stood back up, idly stroked her cock, and nodded for Violet to grab the installed support rods behind her. The perfect tools to hold her upright while Zena made the girl her bitch.

"I must warn you... I don't play nice. I work hard during the day... and work even harder during the night... so you better hold on..."

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Everything Zena said was music to Violet's ears. Her body was tingling, on fire, goosebumps everywhere when she felt Zena's mouth of her body. Moans freely falling from her lips when she sucked on her flesh and then her breasts. She loved the way Zena controlled her. Fuck, she couldn't believe how turned on she was, how wet she was.

She whimpered softly at Zena's words, nothing could stop her from obeying the Futa. Nothing. She watched Zena stroke her cock a little, she couldn't wait for it to be inside her. She quickly turned around and bent over, sticking her big round, plump ass out for Zena, spreading her legs wide, holding onto the shower tight and then wiggling her ass to tempt the Futa to take her even more.

Zena's words sent shockwaves through Violet's body. She wanted it so bad. "Yesss pleaseeeee! Please fuck me as hard as you can! I'll hold on, Just stuff that cock in me and take me!" He moaned out, biting her lip down and wiggling her ass even more, desperate to feel that cock in her.

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Zena knew what she was doing to Violet, something about the whole futa situation almost made her hyper sensitive to the arousal of others, especially whomever she was seeking to seduce. As Violet turned away, grabbed hold of the support bars as instructed, Zena thrust forward with her cock, making it smash against the girls fat ass, veer off, and bump its way over her hips. Zena's cock rubbed against the girls lower back, and her firm but tight nutsack tapped the bouncy cheeks.

"Ohh baby!" She chuckled, just before she pulled back, lowered her cock head directly to the pursed pussy lips, wedged it inside her, and then firmly pierced her core. Violet would feel every inch of futa spread her inner walls out, maybe even wondering if this would ruin her for future male sex, since who could ever contest with this cock.

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Violet loved the teasing. She let out a loud moan and then a whimper as the cock smacked her fat ass, moaning more when she felt the cock grind against her back. He held onto it the rods tighter, her pussy was dripping onto the shower floor, moans were falling from her lips and all she needed was to feel that cock fill her up!

She moaned again when she felt the tip against her pussy; her moans got much louder when she felt the monster cock pierce her core. "Uhhh~ Oh FUCCKK~ It's so fucking big! Yesss!" She screamed out, she couldn't care less about anyone hearing her. Everyone had gone home anyways, she was going enjoy this.

She could feel it stretch her pussy and her walls, fill up her insides completely. She couldn't believe how big it was, how lucky she was that she's getting to feel this amazing fucking cock. She shook her ass even more, her legs quivering slightly but she still looked back, and nodded at Zena. "Please fuck me, turn me into your bitch. Fuck my brains out with that huge cock! Pleaseee!" She pleaded, biting her lip down as she looked back at Zena.

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"Should have told me you liked this week's ago... I jerk off every night after practice... twice after games." She panted as she slid her cock back and forth slowly, only to ensure she was well lubed. No good to tear her pussy.

Zena began to thrust hard and deep, each strike making the black ass jump and hop around, like kt was trying to jump right off her hips. Not while Zena was staring at it though.

Slapping and moans filled the shower, music to the horny pair and a soundtrack for the futas' life. Reaching over her, Zena turned the shower up, making the water just shy of scalding. A little burn didn't hurt.

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Violet couldn't believe what she was she was hearing and feeling. Every night? After practice? Twice After games? Fucking hell. Violet wished she had seen her cock sooner! "Please fuck me after every practice, After every gaaaaammmeee!" She exclaimed, feeling Zena turn up the intensity.

Every stroke felt like she was getting absolutely violated, getting absolutely ruined and she loved every bit of it! The feeling of their bodies slapping together and the feeling of her cock made her already stretched insides clench hard onto the monster cock, her legs quivering more and her moans coming out at the top of her voice!

"Yesss!! FUCK YESS! FUCK ME ZENA, Yessssss~!!" she screamed out, letting out a loud whimper and squeal at the scathing water hitting her body but the squeal and whimper turned into a louder moans because the pain from the water coupled with the aggressive fucking felt felt fucking amazing! She held the rods even tighter and pressed her face against the shower walls, letting Zena take her completely.

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From the side view, no one would believe these two cheerleaders would be fucking, even two chick's couldn't produce this much raw passion. But even then anyone would see the small arm sticking out from Zena's arm and wonder how on earth she was born like that. They would also see the black skinned tummy bulge from the absolute size of her partners cock, ramming home inside her

"God! I'm gonna breed you! You're gonna carry my fucking kid when I get through with you!" Zena was sweating by this point. Whether it was the steam of the shower or the burn of her muscles, she was sweating.

Spanking Violet's ass, she grabbed the black skin as a handle, then grabbed a fistful of Violet's hair in the other, holding her down as she began to piston hard. "Oh I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum! Hope you like being a mommy!"

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Violet's entire body was shaking, she was covered in a layer of sweat, her legs were quivering hard and her moans were even louder, she was screaming the top of her lungs, Zena's huge cock making her lose all her composure.

"Yesssss! Pleaseee! Breed mee! I want you cum in me! Fill me! Make me a mommy" Violet screamed out! She couldn't believe what she was saying. 30 minutes ago, she didn't want to be a fucking mommy, but here she was begging someone to make her one.

She squealed and screamed again when she felt Zena spank her, even more so when she felt her hair get pulled back and the cock ram into her even harder. "Yessss! I'm cumming too! Cum with me! Cum in me! Fill me up!" she screamed out, her body violently shaking!

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Zena grunted hard, like a deep, passionate grunt as she slammed inside her new toy, erupted her hefty load, and felt the cavern stiffen as she filled up any left over space with seed. What Violet couldn't see or feel, sadly, was Zena Cumming from her pussy, erupting clear fluid out of her pussy.

Each bullet of cum shot out of Zena made her body twitch, she had never came this hard by herself, and now hoped she wouldn't be without a nice little receiver to take her frustrations from now on.

Releasing the girl from her tight grip, Zena crashed against Violet's back, cradling her stomach, and gently groping her tits. She hummed softly as her brain pulsed with orgasm, not wanting the moment of release to end any time soon.

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Violet's entire body was a mess, her orgasm ambushed her and hit her hard, her entire body twitching as she came hard and squirted on Zena's huge python. Her entire body shook, her legs quivered and her mouth was just open, a high pitched scream coming out of her as she rode out her orgasm.

She felt something splash on her leg and on her feet but she couldn't care less, her entire body was on fire and she wasn't sure if she could walk. She continued to hold onto the shower bars as Zena slumped on her, biting her lip down when she felt her sensitive breasts get groped and squeezed. She let out a little whimper and started to push her fat ass back on Zena's cock, very slowly, not wanting this moment to end or that cock out of her.

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Slowly, Zena reached out, cooled the water slightly, and went back to petting her stomach softly. "That was amazing... I've never been that hard when I explode... and I'd love to make this a reoccurring event, Violet." She murmured softly, kissing along her back and hair gently, unable to do anything but dot her with affection.

Sincerely, Zena wasn't about the whole commitment business yet, especially since it seemed her cock was having its own puberty and was cranking her hormones up to an eleven constantly. UT having a consistent fuck buddy like Violet was still something she would have massive fun with.

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Violet nodded her head at Zena's words, glad to feel the now cool water touch her skin as she slowly came down from the high of her orgasm. "That really was amazing. I've never been fucked like that before. I've never cum that hard." She said softly and truthfully.

"I want it to be reoccurring too. I wasn't kidding, please put this cock in me after every game, every practice. I don't care if I won't be able to walk." She said, biting her lip down softly. Violet wasn't even thinking of a relationship, not at all, getting fucked like that consistently was really all she needed.

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Slowly, reluctantly, Zena slid her cock from Violet's pussy, letting the white heat ooze from her and into the drain. "Considering planned. Expect many more great fucks." Zena chuckled before she tapped her ass cheek, and reached for the shampoo.

After a shower for the both of them, they were stood in the locker room drying out when Zena spoke again. "It goes without saying... but I'd appreciate some discretion. Having a cock like mine is difficult work. But any amount of help is greatly appreciated..."

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Violent let out a small whimper, almost in protest when she felt the cock slide out of her. Her legs shook again and she could feel Zena's cum lightly leak out of her and trail down her leg. Her words put a smile on Violet's face. She looked back and nodded again, letting out a small yelp and biting her lip again at the feeling of her ass getting spanked.

"No problem. I'll be quiet about it, definitely." She said softly as she dried herself off. "You don't know how glad I am this happened today." She said softly, wrapping her towel around her body and moving to Zena, kissing her softly. "I can't wait to get you in my mouth next time." She whispered softly, smiling before pulling away.

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Kissing back lightly, a handshake in their own little language. Yet they finished drying off and dressed themselves to leave. "I'm glad this happened too. I've been watching you... and I'm glad you made more of an appearance than just in the palm of my hand." She winked, letting the image of Zena jacking off to Violet's appearance linger in the girls mind.

With that, the two split paths. Zena made her way out to her little red SUV, got in, and headed home. She was very satisfied and equally glad she got to fuck. It was sadly not too often for Zena and her pet thigh snake.

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Violet blushed profusely at Zena's words and quickly put what she was getting at together. She was very glad that cock wasn't being wasted in just her palms anymore. Violet knew she wanted more of that cock and she hoped Zena would actually live up to their agreement and fuck her senseless whenever they were in the showers together.

Violet had a little bit of a noticeable limp to her step on her way to her car, even more so walking into her home from the driveway but she couldn't care less. It really was a great night for her.


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Mey took off in her prison oranges, running towards the backpack that was left beside the fence that was cut. Crawling under the fence, she grabbed the backpack and tore off from the county jail. Running at break neck speed, she ran into the darkness. Finally getting far enough away, she stopped, stripped down, taking her orange jumpsuit off, and opened the pack, grabbing the clothes that were left for her. A smirk on her face, she quickly got into the black cargo pants, stuffing the three credit cards into her pocket, and taking the cash, and putting it in the opposite pocket. Tightening the belt she had, she zipped them up, and put on the black long sleeve shirt, and pulled her hair up in a ponytail.

It all started two weeks ago, the 5'8, 125 pound Mey Miharu had a criminal record as tall as she was. Theft, Grand Theft, Grand Theft Auto, Assault, Assault with a Deadly Weapon, and Trespassing. This time she was in for grand theft auto, stealing a new '12 Camaro and taking it to the strip shop. Getting her cut, she walked out right into the hands of the FBI. But that wasn't going to stop her. Now she was on the warpath. Mey knew that she had about 6 hours before she'd be missed, as it was late morning, and they just shone their lights in the cells, and didn't do an actual head check until about 6 am, when it was wake up call.

Crossing the large field that was adjacent to the jail, Mey let her long brown bangs fall in her face. Grabbing the car keys from her pack, she seen it was to the '12 Camaro that she had stolen, but it was totally clean now, and registered to her. Smirking, she got in, the engine roaring to life, a full tank of gas, and her license on the seat of the car. Now, to go far far away from here, but where to go? She thought to herself, as she had to get out of the county. And soon. They'd have the hounds on her soon enough, she didn't need to get caught yet. Putting the car in gear, she headed east, to the next big city.

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When it came to morning, she would be far gone. Or at least so she thought. An unlucky night search had found her bed empty only two hours after she'd gone missing. And instantly, the authorities were alarmed, though they decided to take a different approach this time. They decided to hire a bounty hunter, one who had worked with the FBI on several other occasions. Even if he wasn't that old, he still had a good load of busts under his belt.

He was twenty-five years old, standing at a whooping 6'7 and weighing almost 200 pounds, Damian Johnson was the right man to call. He was quick to respond, getting into his car as they sent her file over through an email. Especially her last job as the only vehicle they had on her was the '12 Camaro she'd stolen. And the location where she'd been nicked. Luckily, he had a good contact at the cleaner she'd used, so he was quick to get info on the work they'd done, especially the paint job. After that, a simple call to the local authorities had their civilian cars on the lookout.

Though as he drove off, in his own car, a Volvo S70 '10, he was certain to get contact with her soon. And with the light engine job he'd gotten done, it wouldn't be too much of a problem to keep up with her. And there, around four hours after she'd gone missing, the call came in. She'd been spotted on the highway east, towards the coast. He was quick to react, taking the nearest way to the highway. And just as he passed over the bridge to the ongoing track, he noticed her car blurring past. He was soon after her, picking up her pace, his neutral, red, car fitted in nicely. She wouldn't be able to guess who he was as he put himself almost right behind her.

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Mey shifted up into 5th, after taking the Camaro through its paces, and loving the response she got from the manual transmission. Now to get lost in one of the biggest cities in the US. After getting far enough east, she headed up north. Good ol' New York City. The off ramp coming up soon, she cut the wheel to the right, getting into the empty middle lane, she grabbed her pack of bubble gum, and put a piece in her mouth. A smoker she was trying to quit, so she was on edge. Checking the mirror, she seen a red Volvo seeming to mirror her moves.

Looking back behind her, she wondered if it was just luck. So she got into the middle lane again, seeing if the Volvo would change lanes as well. "Shit, they noticed already? Okay baby, let's give the copper here the slip." She said to the Camaro, as she put her foot on the gas, speeding up, and getting into the fast lane, putting as much traffic as possible between her and the Volvo. "Nice try copper, but I'm not that stupid." She added, as she wished she could have gotten to the shop in New Jersey, before he noticed. She had planned to pick up a different car, a Viper, before she was caught in the Camaro.

Picking up the Cell phone that had been supplied to her, she called the shop. "Yeah, yeah...it's Mey, look, get that car started and ready to go, I have the fuzz on my ass already." She said, hearing that they had it already to go. "Good, I'll be there in 45 minutes, if not, meet me at the park, make sure it's busy, and have be ready to take his cop magnet out of the city." She said of the Camaro. At least with the Viper, she'd be looked at as the rich young kid, on her way up the corporate ladder. Getting to the rendezvous spot, she nodded, seeing the Viper sitting on the side of the road, and pulled up. Grabbing the pack, she put the Camaro into park, nodded to the driver of the Camaro, and took off in the Viper.

Getting back on the highway, she continued north, hoping that the car change worked. If not, then she always had her security blanket. Pulling the Glock from the glove box, she holstered it to her belt. With a smirk, she got back into 5th gear and proceeded to head up to New York.

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Damian followed her, noticing how she was trying to push him off, and get away from him. But his reflexes were as good as hers. "You're trying, credit." He muttered for himself as he pushed the Volvo up into the 6th gear, following her change of lane with only one car separating them. She wasn't going to get far as he watched her aiming for the fast lane, a smirk on his face. She didn't want to get caught, that much was obvious, and it only gave him the affirmative that this was the right car. Though once they got closer to the city, he slacked back, letting a few more cars in between. He knew what kind of stunt she'd pull, her dossier said how she'd avoided capture before.

He also knew from her track record what her type of cars were, something he enjoyed watching. Though he picked up the phone, calling an old friend of his. "It's me." He said as he got an answer. "Can you have it ready for me in twenty minutes, I'm on a job and I need something faster and more subtle." He said, receiving a quick word. He was lucky, she lead him straight to where his change point was, and a moment later, the Volvo was heading out after the Camaro, but with a different driver. Damian had swapped car, and she followed the Viper out, though this time in something that could pull as easy as she could. He'd gotten the street tuned Mitsubishi Lancer Evo XII model from his friend, complete with the looks that'd make him appear as a street racer.

He was quick to pull up behind her, figuring he'd go to his old history of being a street racer before he joined as a bounty hunter. He gave her two quick flashes, noticing it was a street tuned Viper. Then he pulled out ahead of her, the turbo whistling as he blew past her, he'd given her the known signal for a race, and he was even heading up towards New York. All he had to do was hope she'd take the bait, otherwise he'd have to find another way to get her attention. Or he'd just have to stalk her.

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Mey seen the signal in her rear view mirror. Then seen the Evo XII Blow past her. "Oh hell no, you're not getting away that fast." She said, as she shoved the Viper up into 6th gear, and took off after the Lancer. Getting up to his bumper, she waited for the lane beside him to clear, then pulled up beside him, and putting on her Oakley sunglasses, she stepped on the gas, taking off and switching into the right lane, getting ready to take the exit to the race track. She wondered if the Lancer was willing to race for pinks. If not, she'd be able to put down a K easily.

Getting to the track, she finally caved and spit out the gum, and lit up a cigarette. Getting out of the Viper, she made sure to have her Glock on her hip, and put the shotgun and the AK-47 in the back seat, keeping the shotgun in reach if she needed it. Nobody, and she meant nobody fucks her over. Weather it be cars, guns, drugs, money, if they were owed to her, and they didn't deliver, she'd come collecting.

Seeing the Mitsubishi Lancer Evo XII pull up. Taking one last drag, she threw it on the ground, and put it our with her heel. Waiting for her challenger to get out and discuss the stakes.

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Damian grinned when he noticed her accepting the challenge, he let her blast up next to him before he gave her a nod. He had a grin on his face, there was no way she'd beat him. He knew every racetrack in the US and he could cut any corner, especially in his custom Japanese. So he took after her, switching down the lane towards the race track, staying close behind her. Though he let her get a slight advantage, the lights weren't in his favor, turning to red before he could get a chance to follow her. He knew he had to be obedient for now.

But as he got there, he made sure he had his own backup, a gun in the back of his pants, safety switch easy to reach. It was a rather standard Five-Seven issue SWAT pistol, but she'd never know that unless she actually saw it. Getting out of his car, his street attire matched the looks of his car. "Hey! Nice ride!" He called as he moved towards her, a grin on his face. "Just a shame your raw muscle won't help you on a track like this." He told her, moving to lean lightly on the front bumper of his car. He was going to thwart her if he could, though he figured with her track record, she would be able to put up a decent fight.

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Mey looked at the guy, and listened to him. "Thanks. I like them expensive." She said, holding her ground, as she pulled a smoke from her pack and lit it up. "So what are you talking about? Raw muscle helped me more than a few times." She said, exhaling the smoke from her nostrils, giving her a bull ready to charge look. She knew something with him was fishy, but couldn't put her thumb on it. So she decided to force his hand.

Looking at the Evo XII, she smirked. "We racing for pinks or what?" She asked, as she pulled the pink slip to her Viper out, and flashed it. "If not, I'll be on my way, things to do, places to go." She added, as she opened the door and turned the car back on. She wanted to be ready to jet just in case things got dicey. Watching him, and studying him, she didn't like the vibe she was getting.

Not letting herself take her eye off of him, she reached to her waistband, and undid it, just in case. "What's your angle, you racer or cop? Cause you give off a law enforcement vibe." She said, as she grabbed her pistol grip, but didn't pull it yet. Getting ready, she moved to the open door of the Viper, and got ready for a possible showdown. She had quick reflexes, and was deadly accurate, but she still didn't like to discharge her weapon, as they could race the bullet back to her. Mey wasn't stupid. She started her crime career at 13, and watched up on all the crime TV shows.

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Hearing her words, Damian grinned, letting her get the smoke she needed. "Raw muscle can be a setback as well." He told her, shaking his head. It meant driving both types of car to know why one was better than the other, though when it came to racing, you could never foresee the outcome as individual skill levels were too different. But seeing her pink slip, he grinned. If he nailed her, he'd have both her car and he'd be able to cash in her bounty. "Yea, we can race for pinks." He said, flashing his own slip.

He saw her heading back into the Viper, turning the engine on, he did the same as he heard her question. He drove the car slowly over next to her, letting his window down for her to look inside. "My father was a cop, I promised my mother I would never become like him after he got shot down during a bank robbery." He told her, looking away for a moment. "So it might be that." He grinned, pulling away to spin his car around easily, the tires screeching only lightly. He knew exactly how much speed he needed as he pulled up on her left side again, rolling his passenger window down.

"We'll do this as a chaser." He begun. "You lead until the first corner at normal road speed, after that you can floor it. If you get three turns ahead of me, you win the round. If I overtake you, I win the round. If we stick, the round is draw. It's first to three wins, and if you need a smoke, don't smoke in my car, signal your turnlight and we'll take two minutes after the round." He told her, giving her a mischievous grin, not seeming to mind the play with her, especially as he looked forward to racing her.

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Mey heard what he said about his car, and she smirked. "Well now, a little cocky are we?" She asked, as he took one last drag from her smoke and put it out. "Well I'm sorry to hear about your father, must have been rough on your mother." She said, as she still didn't like the vibe she was getting. She also knew that having all this muscle made her car much slower than than the Evo XII. So she'd play it cool. Nodding, she got in, buckled up, and put it into drive.

Seeing the grin he gave her, she shivered. Something was up with him, she could tell. But she didn't care. She'd win the Evo, and get the hell out of dodge. So she took off and got to 55 mph, getting through the turn, she floored it, letting the big V12 roar to life, as she watched the speedometer keep creeping to the right, and smirked as she let him go by her. She was driving just as fast as he was, but she took the corners wide this time, letting him have the first win.

But on the second lap, she got down into the turns, taking the second lap, and she turned on her turn light, and pulled off the track. Lighting the smoke from before, she smirked as he pulled up. "Time me if you must, but I need this. It's my bad habit." Mey said, as she smirked at him. Little did he know, she had a surprise for him.

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Grinning, Damian just let her believe what she wanted. He followed her easily at the 55 mph until the first corner. And upon accelerating, he was quick to stick to her, his driving leaving him less than 10 inches from her rear bumper, using every second to push her into each corner and out of them. Until his spot opened and he soared past her, unable to imagine it'd be this easy.

For the second run, he noticed how she paid more attention. He was in the front, and maintaining a strong line, he decided it'd be the best to drag it out. A quick, clean win would be too suspicious as he made an error, even if on purpose it was impossible to spot, making him go a bit too wide in a corner as she slipped by him. Then came the flashing tail light as he let her get out to smoke, his car parking behind her as he got out as well. "Understandable." He said. "I never liked the idea of nicotine, it helps calm the nerves, but the addiction also provokes your body when you forget to get the fix." He said, shaking his head.

"So, you know a bit about my past, what's yours?" He asked, curious about her. Even if he knew about her dossier, he would much rather hear her side of the story, especially as he knew it'd help him figure out how to work her back to the prison she'd escaped from.

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Mey seen the mistake he made. She had ties into the racing world. But it didn't matter to her. Listening to him as she smoked her cigarette, she chuckled. "Yeah, I hear it all the time, my Mother still hassles me about it." She said, enjoying her smoke, no matter who said what. Then she heard the question about her past, and she froze for a second.

"Why do you want to know about my past? It's just that, my past." She said, as she looked at him, but answered anyways. "If you must know, I grew up in the hood, was molested by my Father, and ran away from home at 14. Joined a local street gang, got into some trouble, had to do hard time up in the Women's State Prison, got paroled, and now I'm here." She said, as she left the part about her current prison escape. By now, she was more than suspicious, and was going to ditch him as soon as possible.

"Okay, let's finish this. I'll lead, just like before." She said, as put out the smoke, and got into the Viper. As she sped up, she called her contact. "have the Celica ready, I'm going to need a ride, I'm gonna let this I don't know what he is, but he's law enforcement somehow." She said, as she got the word that they'd have the car at the track. "Double time it, I do not want to have to get a ride from this guy." She added before adding, "No, actually, get a driver down here to get the Viper, I'm about to get me a Lancer Evo XII." She said, as she smirked, and made sure that the Nox was armed and ready. Then she accelerated to 55, and as she did, she let the engine roar to life one last time.

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Listening to her, Damian grinned, they were a bit the same, except he'd never been caught when he broke the law. "Rough childhood." He commented as he shrugged. "I hope you're able to move past it, can't have it affecting the last round." He grinned as he got into his car as well, seeing her pulling her phone out while they headed back to the track.

He was right behind her, using the in-car phone system to call his friend, telling him to bring two guys down to take a new car home. "Yea. It's a Viper, some chick accepted a duel with me, chaser style. She has no idea what's waiting for her under my hood." He said, grinning to himself as he watched her rear end intensely, hearing the engine suddenly roar to life. He responded instantly, his foot pushing the throttle to the floor, the Evo's engine whistled happily from the turbo charger as he pulled out after her.

It was a tight race, neither of them seemed to pass each other, though he came dangerously close, he didn't want to be forceful and bump her out, it'd only scratch her car, something he didn't want. So as they neared the end of the round, he knew it was time. A hand moved down, flicking the switch open for the Nitrox tubes next to him as he waited for the turn to end before his car straightened perfectly, and he pushed the booster, the engine roaring suddenly, flames spiking out of the exhaust pipe as he blew up next to her, noticing her response was the same. And then he switched up a gear, gaining more momentum and more speed.

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Mey let the Viper continue on it's way, her lead obvious, until she seen the Evo pull up beside her, she looked over, and cursed. "Shit, hell no, I'm not going down that easily." She said, as the Evo started to pull away, she put her finger on the red button, and with a laugh, she pushed it, the Nitrox feeding the Vipers engine, and pulling her up even to the Evo, as Mey shifted up into 6th gear, the flames sparking from her exhaust.

Getting to the finish land, she couldn't tell who won. Putting on the brakes and downshifting, she pulled off the track. "Damn." She said, knowing that if they couldn't agree, they'd have to go another round, and she just wanted to get out of dodge. But as she was sitting there, she seen the Celica pull up. She knew when cut her losses, and the Viper was hot anyways, so she decided to just give him the Viper.

As he pulled up, she pulled out her pink slip, and walked over to the Celica and grabbed the car keys, and sent the driver off in the car that had come with the Celica. "I have no clue who won, but I'm not going another round. I have more pressing things to do, so it's yours. Enjoy it." She said, as she handed him the pink slip. Then she started to walk to the Celica.

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Damian could tell how tight it was, they were neck and neck when they reached the finish line, and he had to brake just as hard as she had when they got over, but he hadn't budged, it was a draw and it made him curse lightly to himself. Though as he saw her scooting out of the car, towards the two new cars. He was quick to react, moving after her, stopping the car on the way.

Though as he heard her words, he got out. "Hang on right there." He told her, moving after her as he put the slip into his back pocket. He was quick to catch up to her, and reaching out, he caught her wrist with his hand. "You're not even going to tell me your name?" He asked, gently pulling her back to turn her towards him. He knew he was taking a risk, but if she disappeared now, she'd know if he followed her. This was his best chance at getting her as he heard another car pull up, knowing it was his friends who came to pick up the Viper.

Though he was quick to add in extra words as he looked down into her eyes. "If you don't want to talk now, let's drive together. You lead and I'll be right behind you, we can talk on the road to wherever you're heading." He suggested, giving her a friendly grin, trying to blow aside the suspicion she might have for him and actually believe his words.

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Mey looked up at him, and paused as she wanted to pull her arm out of his grip. But she played it cool. "I could say the same." She said, as she looked at him, her thoughts racing. "So you want to know my name? I'm surprised you haven't looked it up yet. It is on the pink slip." She said, as she knew that taking him to where she was going could blow her whole operation, but she smiled. "Fine. Let me get the keys and you can follow me." She said, as she looked at him, a smirk on her lips as she slipped from his grip.

Grabbing the keys, she looked at her lead Mechanic, and said one word. "Ship." She said, as she seen her Mechanic nod, and get in the car that they came in, and head to the shop to make it look like a regular shop. Then she turned back to the racer. "Oh and by the way, name's Mey. Mey Miharu." She said, as she walked to the Celica. "See if you can keep up now." She said, getting in the car, rolling the window down, and lighting a smoke. "If not, my address is on the slip, come by and see me." She said as she put the car in gear.

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Listening to her, Damian nodded, not having bothered with the pink slip he let go of her so she could get her keys. He turned towards his friend, looking him in the eyes. "Take it, repaint it and street tune it." He said, pulling the slip out for her Viper. "Give me a text when it's handled." He added before he turned back towards her.

Seeing her friends getting out and leaving, he noticed her paying attention to him. "Damian Johnson for me." He told her, a grin on his face as he nodded. "I'll be right behind you." He told her, seeing her lighting a smoke as he grinned. Following her would be easy as he got into the Evo XII, gesturing out of the window for her to lead the way. He'd be right on her tail the moment they hit the open road, his car whistling happily through the gears as he followed her. Though this time, there was no saying what would happen.

There was no detail on his work if his name was checked up. He stood as a freelance journalist, even though it wasn't true. About his family and past, his mother lived alone in another state, his father was indeed a cop who had been gunned down, but there was only a small slip of it in an age old newspaper. It seemed he had evaded law enforcement and attention to himself during his younger years, though there were two remarks, wanted notes that dated back six years where he'd been wanted for evading capture, speeding and reckless driving.


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The Midnight Carnival was lit up with brilliantly colored lights and wondrous shouting voices of all the young adults who came out during the late evening events. Unlike most carnivals, this pier event was conditioned for young adults and anything above, hence beginning just after Nine pm. With all the late night activities out and about, eventually, it attracts attention of the true night owls, The Wild Ones.

The Wild Ones were a group of kids turned rebellious teens and then turned into street punk adults, destined to walk the night scene and bask in the attention of their people. The main man, Seph, had gone off on his own for the evening, walking down the main cobblestone street onto the older wooden pier, wondering if he could dare find anything worth doing tonight; perhaps a lady friend for the evening, or maybe even something a little more... sinister.

The one secret the Wild Ones held close to their chest, was that they were Vampires, creatures of the night hungry for the red blood of the human vessel. They were careful of their victims, never anyone too powerful in the community or ever to frequent, but did occasionally slip up now and again. As Seph walked the crowds, he gently bumped into a few girls here and there, using his hand to bump their hip or rear away from him, smirking to them as they quickly turned his way to shrug him off with either a less then impresses scowl or the odd interested grin. It was just his way of sorting Mates from Dinner.

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Gillian walked the pathways of the Midnight Carnival, face a mix of defiance and upset. Her friends had all decided to meet there at 11, but each one had bailed for one reason or another. This left her alone, cranky, and determined to have a good time just to spite them all. She had only just gotten to this sleepy little town when her mom had had a nervous breakdown after her father had passed. She had an aunt living in the area who didn't mind taking in strays, whether they be furry, or human.

She hadn't wanted to move and leave behind the memories of her dad, nor her friends, but her mother had no way to support them in her shape. Gillian had been fortunate to be able to find friends shortly after her first day of school, but she was highly doubting the strength of their friendship now. Her Aunt Janie had been nice enough to send her on with a bit of pocket money and an admonition to stay with her friends and in the light. If she needed a ride home, to not hesitate in calling her, but to absolutely not walk home by herself.

The redhead brushed it off as just an adult concern, but now, she was feeling a bit creeped out by all the sights, sounds, and some sort of metallic, earthy smell that permeated the Carnival grounds even though there were food vendors everywhere. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself and headed towards the cotton candy stall. Perhaps she'd feel a bit less out of place with something in her hands.

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The difference between partner and food was often slim for Seph, his eyes went up and down possible victims every few seconds, picking them out of there groups and wondering immediately how to get them alone. This was just the way he operated.

Dressed down in black Jeans, a white tank top and a heavily studded leather jacket, Seph bounced his way through a gift shop, finding a girl he had previously laid with. Slipping up along her backside, his hands laid across her hips before she turned to see him, smiling slightly before She shrugged and just pushed him off. The rejection was abnormal, and he knew she was safe in the lights and crowds of the small boardwalk shop. He gave a huff of his breath and stormed off, shoulder bumping a few people as he cut back into the crowds of people.

Idle legs walked him up towards the cotton candy stand, where a new smell hit his nose. Turning slightly in place, he saw a new girl, a girl who still carried a smell of a far away town, and at that point, he knew he found whom he wanted. Slipping up along her side, he turned to her with a soft smile, "You new around here? I don't think I recognize you..."

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Gillian was having doubts on her choice of snacks and wondered if she'd have better luck with one of those deep fried snickers or something. She wasn't really hungry and the thought of the overly sweet and sticky confection would probably leave her feeling a bit icky on the stomach. A voice from behind her sent her heart racing wildly and she jumped, dropping her purse on accident.

Turning to look at the taller male, she blushed from his attention. She'd been too shy in the past to even think about dating, not to mention they weren't rolling in the money for her to be able to own anything resembling a date outfit, so, she'd turned down anyone who even looked like they were interested in her.

Now, though, she was already at the Carnival, and her way was paid. Maybe, the guy with the dashing grin would be someone who could ward away the loneliness that had started her evening, "Ah... no. I'm not from here. I'm from the south and I've only been here about 2 weeks."

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"Don't gotta go and drop your purse for me, I'm not here to mug you." Seph teased as he bent down and collected her purse for her, handing it over, wondering if she would take note of how pale his skin was, even in the off color light of the boardwalk. "I could tell you weren't from around here. Most newbies do." He told her with a smile as he shifted closet as he hitched a thumb toward another little group of people.

"It ain't anything bad to be outsiders, but we can tell. Those few over there, bet they came over from Hecklers Bluff, about five miles down the coast from here." He reckoned, shrugging gently as if it was a newt party trick. "But are you... here all by yourself? No group? No guy friend?"

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"Ahh..." Gillian gave a nervous swallow as the lights from the booths had him looking sinister from time to time as they blinked over head. He was cute from what she could tell, and it made her a bit wary that someone who looked like him was paying attention to a country yokel like herself.

He moved closer and she fought taking a step back as she took her purse from him, "I will have to take your word on where they're from and even where Heckler's Bluff is. I'm afraid I still don't have my bearings yet and it's a miracle I found my way here." She winced as she just admitted that she was a bit helpless and most likely alone like the loser she is, "Ah, I was meeting some friends here, but they've been, ah... delayed as of yet."

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She was alone for sure, which played into the one hand of just eating her for the night and getting that out of the way for the next week or so. However, the light did the opposite for her as it did for Seph. She was cute and adorable, favoring more of like the quiet girl-next-door situation versus the normal genre of girls that paraded about the pier. She was enticing to say the least.

"Little lost still? Well... I could always give you a tour. Born and raised here... I know everything you would ever need to know... and probably what you don't want to know as well." He chuckled, still painting himself as more of a well-acknowledged bad boy, which was a decent description of himself.

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Gillian gave him a suspicious look at his insistence on talking to her, then gave her self esteem a kick in the ass. Maybe he liked little country girls? Or, maybe he had a reputation here that other people knew about and didn't seek to fill her in on.  She glanced around, and decided that cotton candy wasn't a very graceful food to eat with someone you didn't know before looking at him again.

"I am a bit lost, but, if you're sure you don't mind, I wouldn't mind learning more about the area with someone willing to talk to me instead of at me." She gave him a tiny, shy smile, showing him small dimples in her cheeks. "Unless you're busy, of course. Surely you came here with others, didn't you?"

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"Not at all, I'm flying solo tonight myself. Which works out great for us." He told her, smiling with a big trusting grin; offering his hand, he lead her out into the pier and stood as the groups seemed to naturally curve around them.

"My name's Seph, it's a weird name. But it works for me." He told her as he made the choice to begin walking her down towards the edge of the boardwalk that connected down to the beach, but also had a few spinning couples rides. It was halfway empty of people, but the few that were there were all minding their business and all seemed to fit more into Seph's punk vibe.

"Don't mind the heavier style of clothing... it looks tough as nails but That doesn't mean they want to kill you... they'll just look like they do." It was a bit of punkish humor which kind of missed, but for the most part, he seemed right. Most of the punks didn't even turn towards them, not even for Seph himself.

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Her hand in his was clutching tightly, getting a little damp in her nervousness, "Are they friends of yours? If they're not paying attention to you in their turf?" Gillian hoped she was using the right terminology and that she wasn't making herself seem more awkward than she already was.

Her skin goosebumped as they moved away from the bulk of the crowd to what looked like a pier. She was innocent, but even she knew bad things could happen to the unwary. Gillian eyed him, desperately trying to find something in his face that would put her at ease. He'd used a big grin earlier, but his surety of being left alone was both relieving and scary. What if they left him alone because he was the shark and they were just the feeders?

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"I don't mind them. They don't step on my toes, I don't step on theirs. But here I want to show you something." Excitement came up in Seph's voice as he pulled her along the pier and pointed down off the edge of the beach. Right along the waters edge, their was a large group of people, dancing and bouncing about, a live performance just before them on a small stage, complete with pyrotechnics and back up dancers.

"That's where the real fun is at. I won't go dragging you about the place just yet, but when you're ready I'll take you down there and you'll get to see how we really party here." He chuckled to her, pulling her away gently, trying to ease her into the night life, showing off just how much stuff there was to do, while also trying to instill confidence in her over the obvious tension she could be feeling.

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The breeze from the water ruffled her hair and gave her a bit of a chill as they walked. His hand in hers was the warmest thing around her. She made a soft noise as she followed, "Are you... a bad boy? Do you drink?" Gillian's voice was soft and nearly stolen away.

She blushed as she realized that he was showing her around and she hadn't even introduced herself, "Ah, Seph... I'm Gillian. Feel free to call me whatever you like." Her cheeks turned a darker pink at exposing her pet names when she was an 18 year old on the very cusp of graduation and hopefully college. Surely, by now, she'd realize that she needed to be less childish, especially when talking to boys.

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"A bad boy? That's definitely what some people call us. I prefer the term "authority free" but I won't let you get caught up into anything you don't need to. We're just here to have fun, not go around burning stuff. Unless you find that fun..." Seph offered with a smirk before he walked her along the pier and up to the small carousel that spun about with whimsical music and the older laughter of young adults at play. It was truly odd how so many young adults could find just as much enjoyment out of the usual family friendly crowds.

There was a girl behind the carousel controls with bright pink hair, mixed with strands of black. She looked pretty stoked to working the booth but as she saw Seph and Gillian, She let out a whooping call and waved them up to the ride.

"Hey man! First rides on me!" She called, giving the dial a quick spin to slow down the ride pretty quickly so the pair could hop on up, then just as quickly turned the speed back up. The kick in speed sent Seph against a unicorn seat and then Gillian into his arms, catching her like a true gentleman. "Whoa now... don't go falling for me yet. I just met you after all."

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She was impressed as he seemed to know everyone and even had the favor of one of the operators. She was beautiful and so daring with her pink hair. Gillian didn't think she could pull it off herself, even if her mother gave her permission.

They'd barely gotten their feet on the ride when they were sent almost flying when it started up abruptly, throwing her into a warm, firm chest. Arms wrapped around her and Gillian found herself ducking her face against his jacket, "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bowl you over." The embarrassed girl started trying to get to her feet, but the older ride made balance near impossible for her, "Oh... oh god. I'm so sorry."

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Taking the chance to be a hero, Seph put his arm below her and lifted her fully into his arm and then pushed them up onto the Carousel seat, leaning her between the bar and his chest. "Don't you mind a thing. Pretty girls fall over me all the time, you're just the first I've wanted to catch." He told her with a smiling smirk, his apparent trade mark judging by how often he did it.

Just to the back of them, Gillian got to see another major difference between the crowds that joined this event. Just behind them there were a couple, much like them, but the girl was much more saddled on her man and they were currently wrestling between their lips. The intense kissing was definitely frowned upon during the day but by night it seemed to be fair play.

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Gillian blushed and ducked her head at the kissing couple. There wasn't going to be too much longer before clothes started flying with the way they were going at it. She looked up into his face and smiled back at him, though she was definitely not as brash as he was. Her nose was still pink and she thought she would catch on fire at any moment, "Ah, so you're used to being the dashing hero trying to sweet talk young ladies out of their panties?" Gillian tried to sound teasing, but there was a nervous fluctuation in her words. He'd admitted to being a bad boy. Excuse me, 'authority free'. She was the epitome of a good girl as her family would never be able to afford to bail her out of any trouble.

"Is the operator one of the girls who've fallen into your lap before? She seemed excited to see you in the first place." Gillian looked down, and got ready to get off the ride in case he got upset.

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"I'm definitely no hero Gillian, but I like to think of myself as a liberator of unnecessary rules. But perhaps I have... liberated a few girls of their unmentionables. Maybe, perhaps, quite possibly." Seph teased in return, his hand shifting down her leg to her mid thigh, keeping his fingers at a reasonable distance before he gave a gentle squeeze.

"And Mallory? We were really close friends years ago, She and I did share an evening together but nothing ever came of it and we just parted ways. We are still good friends though. I think she plays for the other side... if you catch my drift." He told her, and right on que, they swung past Mallory at the control table and she was currently gawking at a chick walking past with a tight pair of booty shorts on, and Mallory was absolutely smitten for sure.

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"Ah, I'm... I'm not quite that easy to talk out of my unmentionables. I'm a good, Christian, lady who... who is being very reckless tonight for some unknown reason." Gillian's hand touched his and she got distracted from removing it as she too saw the operator eyeballing an admittedly nice backside. Not that she batted for her own team, but one could recognize beauty in any form. He was very easy on the eyes when the flashing lights didn't paint intimidating shadows across his features. His body was very firm, if lanky, a lean muscular if she were to be a judge, but she also wasn't experienced in judging those types of things on people.

She shook her head and focused back on Seph, "what is it about me that makes you want to liberate me from the rules I've grown up with? Not to mention my panties?"

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"You said it not me. But if I am to be caught in this, I will say it has something to do with your well to do country nature. It is different from Saint Carla, and I like it a lot." Seph told her with a smirk, his chest vibrating gently as he chuckled from deep inside his lungs and ribs.

"However, I do find a lot of that charm very addicting... I'll make sure to not liberate so much of it." His confidence was warm, if not a little more spicy then to be expected. He was forward but charming, self indulgent but also wary of boundaries. Judging by the couple who were making extra motions on their seat then the ride was capable of, it could be expected the male population wouldn't have been so cautious of how far their hand went on her leg, yet Seph was careful.

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"Mn... what exactly are your intentions with me after tonight?" Gillian shifted about as much as she could to view his features, hoping that he had tells to let her know if he were lying. He seemed to have an unnatural control over his expressions, only showing what he wanted to be seen.

That was something she was envious of. Her expressions always gave her away. Staring games had been a nightmare as she would always fold into giggles.

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"After tonight? After tonight I'd very much enjoy taking you to new places around town. Teach you the ways of Santa Clara, and maybe even rid you of some of those pesky authoritative rules. And also your panties." Seph teased on the last partner only because she had mentioned it first.

Coming to a slow stop, The carousel ended its looping ride, with Mallory making her rehearsed announcement to vacate the current occupants. Instead of lifting Gillian as he wanted to, instead, he let her stand on her own two feet and then took her hand as he lead her out of the ride, Mallory waving with all the joy of a preppy cheerleader, but the makeup of a gothic girl.

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Gillian quietly thought over what he was talking about for their supposed future and meekly followed him around, offering a wave to the operator, Mallory, if she recalled correctly, as they left the ride. She seemed to be genuinely nice. Much nicer than the friends who'd ditched her tonight had ever been, but that could be part of her job.

Another look around showed that Mallory was just about the only operator with any enthusiasm for her job. The rest looking bored and ready for the night to be over soon. So, maybe Mallory was that peppy. She took one last look at the pink and black haired girl before a crowd of people blocked her view. "Why me? Why do you want to liberate me after only knowing me for what? Twenty? Thirty minutes now?"

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"What makes you think I will tell? Perhaps I have a secret agenda in mind? It would be much more fun to keep you in the dark." Seph chuckled softly as he moved her along the pier until they came to a small little cafe of sorts, decorated with old light blue paint and outdated font styles. It looked twenty years out of place but was still attractive enough to pull its weight apparently.

Moving her to the table, Seph let her sit first and then he followed second. "I have been known to follow my own instincts to strange destinations. Maybe this is one of them, but I have a gut feeling about you. A good one." He told her with a gleam in his eye, which now confirmed he wanted her to be something of a mate, dropping the notion of eating her alive while she sat against him on the carousel.

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He just took her to a cafe! Gillian blushed, her tummy fluttering with butterflies which stampeded over all her doubts. They could have stayed at the carnival and blended into the crowd, but he'd wanted something more intimate. With her!

She gave him a shy look, "You'd tell if you wanted to be able to see me further. I could disappear on you once morning came around." She squirmed in her seat, glad she'd worn her best clothes, wanting to at least fit in with her small crowd of friends. "Has your gut ever been wrong when it came to people you've just met?" She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, a bit mussed from the wind.