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[Open-2] Rabid Weasel in a Tutu

Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Fri Nov 25, 2016 10:50 pm

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Bonfire Beach Party | Early Evening



Outfit reference 1 Outfit reference 2 Boots are in the back of Debo's car. Lils hair is loose and wild.She has neon bangles around her wrists and ankles. Dream Sequence is hidden. Music is playing at party until the end of her dream.








 


Number four? Five maybe? Were they ever going to stop? Fuck they were getting graphic. I could feel a ghostly drip of sweat rolling down between my breasts. Clearly, I was fucked up. I’d expected Fanger juice to start taking its toll but I’d never imagined it would be like this. Couldn’t say I really…disliked the idea of falling asleep. Before, the nightmares had been enough to make me force insomnia on myself. While fantasizing about fucking Onyx every way from Sunday was certifiable. Lust was certainly better than despair, heartache, confusion, fear, any of the other demons that had been haunting me. The V was stripping me back. Returning base primal desires I’d been trying to control. I refused to let myself become crazy enough to actually make fantasy a reality. A brilliant conviction in theory, in practice? Not so much.

Groaning I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was a tall plastic tumbler with a pink swiggly straw stuck in it. Carefully balanced between my boots, it still contained vodka. Loud metal-vibrating music thumped all around me. Fuck I must have passed out. Grinning with the happiness only a days’ worth of well-paced drinking gave me, plus the free porno beamed right into my brain, I sat bolt upright. Immediately after, I flopped back down. Shit I was late for the party. Debo had told me what this was for but now I couldn’t remember. Something about a guy called Logan. Who gave a shit really? It was an excuse to drink. Not that I needed one these days. Giggling I rolled about checking to make sure I had my clothes on the right way. They’d come off and on more times than I could count with booze brain which may have contributed to my asylum dreams. For a human Debo had some stamina but I was still…hungry. An insatiable desire that I couldn’t shake, couldn’t satisfy. Ancestors know Debo had tried. Was shocking really, how much he had grown on me.

Around my wrists and ankles were neon tubes, all of which I cracked, shaking my limbs to entice their rainbow glow. I was going to dance all fucking night long. Liquor. Music. BLISS. Tussling my curls to release any bed head I grabbed my drink, switching on its pulsing red light. My bare feet dangled out first as I awkwardly opened the door and then began to shimmy out. Suddenly my ankles were grabbed and I squealed as Debo dragged my butt to the edge of the seat. Hooking his arms under me, triggering me to wrap my legs around him, he lifted me out and into the night. The smell of wolf hit me like a wall but I focused on the cheeky grin right in my face. “Carry me to more vodka valiant steed.” Rattling the blinking red vessel I bounced my hips against him urging him to gallop.

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Re: [Open-2] Rabid Weasel in a Tutu

Logan Milo Byrne | Human; Citizen

Posted on Sun Nov 27, 2016 1:18 am

No get it on there good dude. I ordered, shaking my hand to show just how loose it was. "I can't see shit." I rotated my body so my hands were in the light of the fire, Yeah, just take it right up the wrists... Too tight! Too tight! OW! I looked at the underside of the duct tape, looking where it had ripped off patches of hair when he tore it free. "You said to get it on good." Well I wasn't talking about the tape baby. Peanut Butter looked at me funny, and I realized the sexy jokes were better used in the company of friends I hadn't made only an hour ago. "How's that?" He slapped at each of my wrists and I shook my hands gently. Make sure the tape is stuck. He ran his hands up my arms, No really stroke 'em. "Fuck you dude." I laughed.

Now someone twist off the caps please. "I got this." Debo's voice chimed out from behind me, with a new backpack of the hottie variety. Do it with your mouth. I held out both hands, 40oz taped to each one, and he wrapped his lips around the caps. But released long enough to speak, only to dive right back in after. "The seal isn't broken yet." You got this, just think of all those blow jobs you dream about giving me. Those had to have built up some sucking power. "Oh yeah? Flick my balls it'll turn on the hoover feature." God you make me wet. I yanked the bottles away from his mouth, Really no ones gonna be able to twist these things off with your drool all over 'em.

What about you hot backpack? You wanna help out Edward 40 hands? I looked to the blonde on his back and rolled my eyebrows in her direction. There's a sculpture of lick her made à la kiddie pool awaiting you if you help me get so shitfaced I wake up with my dick in an elf costume and the hairs on my ass singed off from a night of kinky bonfire nudity. I extended both hands towards hot backpack and awaited her answer.

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Re: [Open-2] Rabid Weasel in a Tutu

Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Sun Nov 27, 2016 5:50 pm

Debo was Human. I found I needed to remind myself of that fact. Normally I wouldn’t be hanging out with one. Lenny had been the last Human I’d spent time with longer than an afternoon. Even then I had toyed with him, as fun as that had been for me it hadn’t exactly been a genuine friendship. Not that I would class my relationship with Debo as one either. Drinking, Fucking and listening to music all day could hardly be classed as buddies. The difference between Lenny and Debo? Liquor. Liquor and music. They were the only things that made me happy right now. Uncomplicated. Everything else was just a clusterfuck of confusion and pain. Drinking and feeding off the pulse of music was all that was keeping me from thinking. I was losing my mind, it couldn’t be trusted. Debo had been the only other person at One Shot at 9am in the morning. Ozra had opened the door to me bright and early. He hadn’t said a word yet as to what he wanted his favors to be even though I had my suspicions, but in the meantime, he was happy to take all my money, even if he hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet. And I was spending a lot on alcohol.

At this point, I could barely remember how the morning went down. I do believe it was. Something, something, Lewd pickup line. Equally as lewd comment about his beard. General conversation about why I was already drunk when some people hadn’t even poured themselves out of bed yet. All of which was filled with innuendo. Something, something, Comments about my hot pants. Then a song came on and it was all over. Debo was easy and right now I wasn’t complaining. Marathon fucking a rando human was much better than what my subconscious had been offering up as a treat.

Watching with wide-eyed fascination I sipped on the swiggly straw. There was still some vodka left but a half filled cup didn’t last long these days. Their banter made me grin around the pink plastic making it really fucking hard to get a reboot on what my impromptu nap had deleted. “If I’m a hot backpack does that make him Dora the Explorer? Forever getting lost and can’t suck to save a man in need. What the fuck are we teaching kids these days?” I took another mouthful from my red flashing tumblr as unscrewed caps hovered in my face. “Just remember boys and girls, backpack has been riding Dora all day.” Sniggering I jabbed Debo in the side playfully, licking my lips as my eyes lifted from bottles to male. Those blue eyes.


I leaned over wrapping my lips around the cap, teeth gripping hold just enough to allow me to grind my jaw to break the seal. Looking up through my eyelashes I had to admire Onyx’s Brother? Cousin? Substitute? Mind dipping into the gutter I may have lost track of what it was I was doing, licking thoughtfully at the cap before finally pulling back with it in my mouth. Looking around I realized all hands were occupied. Clearly I needed one to hold my vodka and the other to grip Debo’s shirt. “What’s up babe? Mama didn’t raise a spitter huh?” Smiling with my eyes I tiled my chin offering the cap right back to Debo’s friend.

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Logan Milo Byrne | Human; Citizen

Posted on Mon Dec 12, 2016 10:28 pm

If Dora the Explorer has a dick in those Orange shorts of hers... Actually. I made a pathetic attempt to move his hair above his shoulders, which was mostly failed since I had a 40oz bottle in each hand. You could pass as a whitewashed Dora you sexy motherfucker. I dropped my hands and wiggled my brows up and down, feeling semi-pedo but only to the level of a student fucking their teacher, which was hardly a crime. Gotta get them A's somehow. Good question hot backpack. The art of sucking is more useful in everyday life than say... Calculus. Sucking, the engineering of good blow jobs. My voice halted occasionally as I tried to use my shoulder to itch the side of my nose. When do I get a turn? My eyes narrowed on the two of them and an evil smirk tainted my innocent expression. Even I didn't know who the question was aimed at.

I threw my head back and let out the loudest most sexual groan I could manage as hot backpack wrapped her lips around the cap, watching her do the deed like I was watching a fucking figure skater at the Olympics. A master at her craft. Fuck I didn't even watch figure skating, but it'd forever be erotic from now on. In fact I might go youtube that shit and have a little breakfast fap in the morning, picturing hot backpack on those ice skates all the while. Fuck, was it as good for you as it was for me? I asked her, slumping and exhaling as I looked down to see if I had a little tent pitched in my pants.

I immediately brought the opened bottle to my lips and started guzzling. I drank until my head hurt from the cold, and examined the bottle when I was done. Alright, we have room folks, which one of you fine specimens wanna get me hard? Liquor that is, something tells me vodka would be bomb as hell in this cheap 40.

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Re: [Open-2] Rabid Weasel in a Tutu

Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Tue Dec 13, 2016 10:07 pm

Shadow. That was the nickname I’d given him. I tended to do that when I hadn’t cared enough to get someone’s name. Mean? Maybe. Fun? Yes. Whimpering and giving him mirth filled rejection eyes I clawed at Debo’s t-shirt. I’ll take that hot backpack. He lowered me to the ground and twisted his head around to suck the cap right out of my mouth. Spitting it out quite impressively into someone’s box of beers he dove in immediately afterwards for a sneak snog. Returning the kiss I fumbled about in his jeans making a fucking show of it. Throwing my now empty tumbler out of the way. My hands finding what it was looking for in his back pocket. Slowly snaking my fingers in I pulled out a lollipop and broke away from Debo.

“Trust a man to think about blow jobs when sucking is mentioned.” I slowly unwrapped the candy licking my lips as I did so. It was a church thing. Ever since going there, I’d thought about Vanilla Lollipops. it was fucked up really, they reminded me of my grandmother and the Priest but neither would appreciate the suggestive setting. Sucking it into my mouth I started to wonder. Were the humans of Index more fun? Or was I really that lonely? Actually I was probably just ridiculously drunk. Perpetually stuck in a haze. That most of the time was a great ride. Fucked up dreams. Paranoia whenever Camille made herself very noticeable. The tremors in my hand while I waited for another text from X. Those I could do without. Aside from that and the fact I knew I was beginning to kill myself on Fanger blood, I’d all but forgotten what it was I was trying to forget. Should just keep drinking till I forgot who the fuck I was. Pulling the lollipop slowly from my mouth I grinned at Shadow. “If you can get me so fucked up I reach Nirvana, then I’ll take you for the ride…as long as Debo comes too.” He’d come up behind me, now with the remote for the car stereo. The behemoth that I would have to actually fucking admit. Made my panties drop. “Sir I do believe you are trying to flirt with me…vodka is my poison. Need a backpack?”


Padding a short distance away with my bare feet I found what I knew had to be Debo’s stash. I’d been there when we had bought it. I’d paid for most of it myself. Fuck it. I didn’t want the money. “Logan, brooooo, I have to show you something…just have to find the prime…” Debo was refilling Shadow’s guns while also trying to search through…a playlist. “Backpack here is….she a fucking dance robot…I just push a button.” It was partly a game, something Debo and I had invented late in the day, setting up for the party. Now it was another addiction. When I heard music, I wanted to dance. Trying to beat the clock I began to scramble for the vodka, holding up a hand in mercy to Debo. “Wait for the me to get wrecked first Puppet Master. Come on.” He turned wicked eyes to me, stroking his beard like an evil scientist. Batting my eyelashes at him I unscrewed the lid of my prize and began to guzzle.

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