Monster Man Madness v02

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First off...what do we call you? <<textbox "$player_name" "First name">> <<textbox "$player_surname" "Last name">> What pronouns do you use? <<radiobutton "$pronounselect" "theythem" checked>> They/Them <<radiobutton "$pronounselect" "sheher" autocheck>> She/Her <<radiobutton "$pronounselect" "hehim" autocheck>> He/Him Do you have breasts? <<radiobutton "$chestselect" "yesbreasts" checked>> Yes <<radiobutton "$chestselect" "nobreasts" autocheck>> No What kind of genitals do you have? <<radiobutton "$genitalselect" "penis" checked>> Penis <<radiobutton "$genitalselect" "vagina" autocheck>> Vagina <<radiobutton "$genitalselect" "both" autocheck>> Both And last, but definitely not least, what is your position? <<radiobutton "$positionselect" "giver" checked>> Giver <<radiobutton "$positionselect" "receiver" autocheck>> Receiver [[Continue|StorySelect]]

Whose story would you like to play? <<linkreplace "The Cyclops">>The Cyclops Family get togethers can be an absolute nightmare, especially when yours won't stop nagging about when you'll get married and have kids. One of the few saving graces of being at your father's birthday party is that his BBM of a cyclops best friend, Paul, is there. You've had a crush on him for years but have never said a word about it. Why would you? He's twice your age and, again, your old man's best friend. You're ready to take your feelings to the grave but when a beer run results in you two frolicking on the beach, well, maybe it's about time some old secrets are told? <<linkreplace "Kinks">>Kinks: Cum inflation. <</linkreplace>> [[Start|CyclopsStart]] <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "The Werewolf">>The Werewolf It hadn't been easy for your family since your father passed. Things have only gotten worse now that your mother is ill. With no money to buy medicine, and against your young sister's wishes, you head out to the forest in order to catch some game to sell. Your plans are put on hold when you come across a werewolf named Caleb. But it turns out he's less ferocious beast and more lonely creature that simply wants to be told that that he's a good boy. Maybe you can help with that? <<linkreplace "Kinks">>Kinks: Pet play, praise, knotting.<</linkreplace>> [[Start|WerewolfStart]] <</linkreplace>> <<set $cyclopsendingone to 0>> <<set $cyclopsendingtwo to 0>> <<set $werewolfendingone to 0>> <<set $werewolfendingtwo to 0>>

The Werewolf There was once a time where meals were the liveliest part of the day in the $player_surname household. At breakfast you'd talk with your sister about what plans you had that day and when dinner rolled around your mother would go on about all the latest gossip she'd heard from the other wives at the market. Your father rarely said a word, simply nodding and smiling along with the chatter, seemingly happy to just be there, even if he rarely contributed to the conversation. When he passed, the once busting home grew as quiet as he had been. Your mother growing ill certainly didn't help. Now with your mother too sick to even get out of bed, it's just you and your little sister, Elaine, sitting at the kitchen table. You'd tried to give the ill woman some food but she hasn't been able to keep it down. Not surprising really, it's absolute garbage even if you're not poorly. She always used to compliment you on your vegetable stew but seeing how hard money has been to come by lately, with there being no funds in the budget for decent ingredients, it's now less a hearty stew and more barely flavoured water. The two of you eat your sorry excuse for a meal in total silence, the only sound being the clinking of spoons against bowls. You're just finishing up when Elaine suddenly says, "Maybe I can sell some of my toys." "What?" you ask, confused. Buzzing with excitement, she tells you, "We need money, right? So, I was thinking maybe we can sell some of my old toys I don't play with anymore. Then we can buy the medicine Mom needs!" You feel a pang of guilt in your chest as Elaine looks at you, eyes sparkling and grin wide over her brilliant idea. With your most reassuring smile, you say, "You're only ten, Elly. You don't need to think about stuff like money. Let the adults handle that sort of thing, all right?" "Stop talking to me like a baby," Elaine mumbles under her breath. "I'm sorry?" "I said I'm not a baby anymore, $player_name," she says, loud enough to hear clearly this time. "I know that you've been trying to find work and haven't had any luck. Please, let me help." [[Continue|ElainesConcern]]

Elaine's pleading words make your heart ache. Your father was the only one who had a proper full time job and when he died last year, so did your main source of income. You had a vegetable garden that was helping put food on the table for a while but then it was hit by some kind of sickness, ruining your recent crop. Illness had taken your father, your food, and now your mother, too. You've had an idea for a while on how to make money and you're guessing now is as good a time as any to tell Elaine what it is. "You remember Dad's old bow?" you begin, "Well, I've been making some arrows in my spare time and I've been thinking of picking up hunting. If I can catch us a deer then I can keep some of the meat for us and use the rest to buy medicine for Mom." "You want to go to the forest?" Elaine asks. "That is where the deer normally are, yes." "You can't!" she yells, suddenly, making you jump. "It's dangerous out there. What if the werewolf gets you? Stay home and we can sell my stuff instead. You don't have to go hunting." "I get that you're worried but it'll be fine. There haven't been any wolves around here in years. "No, not a normal wolf. A werewolf." "Did you say a werewolf?" you ask as you raise an eyebrow. "Jeremy Bronston told me that there's a werewolf in the forest. It's big and scary and it'll eat you if you go there." You try to hide your laughter, hoping she takes your smile as one of reassurance and not mocking. "Are you really going to listen to Jeremy Bronston? The same kid that insists there's a giant two-headed serpent in the lake?" "But there IS a giant two-headed serpent in the lake," she says with a pout. Having your sister worrying about you eaten by monsters, you can't help but smile. As grown up as she likes to act, in the end, Elaine is still a child. With a soft chuckle, you ask, "And exactly how does Jeremy know there's a werewolf in the woods?" "He saw it when he was berry picking a few weeks ago." Looking genuinely concerned, Elaine then goes on to add, "And he's pretty sure it ate Caleb." "Caleb? The baker's son?" You shake your head. "Caleb left the town five years ago to move to the city for a job. He wasn't gobbled up by some werewolf." "No he didn't! The werewolf ate him and if you leave then it'll do the same to you, too. Or you'll be bitten, turn into one, and then have to live in the woods and I'll never see you again." [['"Hey, being a werewolf doesn\'t sound so bad. At least then hunting would be a lot easier."'|WerewolfOneChoiceOne][$werewolfendingone +=1]] [['"I promise I\'ll be careful and won\'t be eaten by, or turned into, a werewolf."'|WerewolfTwoChoiceOne][$werewolfendingtwo +=1]]

"Hey, being a werewolf doesn't sound so bad. At least then hunting would be a lot easier." Apparently humour wasn't the best choice as she shoots you a glare and says, "That's not funny." "I mean, it is a little funny," you say with a soft chuckle. "And think about it. With my hightened sense of hearing, smell, and my amazing speed and strength, we be eating deer every night." <<if $pronounselect is "theythem">>"I'd rather have a normal sibling than deer every night." <<elseif $pronounselect is "sheher">>"I'd rather have a normal sister than deer every night." <<elseif $pronounselect is "hehim">>"I'd rather have a normal brother than deer every night." <</if>> "What if I catch some birds? Is rabbit okay?" "$player_name," she whined at your teasing. "Okay, okay, I'll stop. And I'll try not to get bitten by a werewolf despite how cool that would be." [[Continue|LeavingHome]]

"I promise I'll be careful and won't be eaten by, or turned into, a werewolf." Elaine looks at you, eyes narrowed. "You can't keep that promise. Werewolves are super fast and strong. If one wanted to eat you, you wouldn't be able to stop it." You hold up your hand, little finger out, and say, "If I pinky promise will you believe me?" "Seriously? I told you I'm not a baby. I don't do pinky promises." "Well, I do." You wiggle your finger, earning you a massive sigh from Elaine who's acting as if this is the world's biggest inconvenience. But, in the end, she gives up and wraps her pinky around yours anyway. [[Continue|LeavingHome]]

"When are you going?" Elaine asks, your conversation seemingly having calmed her from stopping you. "Once breakfast is done," you tell her. "I could be gone all day so it's best to get to it when there's still plenty of daylight." Not wanting to waste anymore time, you quickly down the last of your meal before heading off to your room to grab your supplies. With a bow, quiver, several arrows, and a flask of water attached to your hip, you're ready to head out. You'd love to bring some food with you but there really isn't any to spare. Hopefully it won't actually be an all day affair and you'll be able to find and shoot something quickly. Even if it isn't a deer, a couple of rabbits would be much appreciated at the very least. You just hope your father's old bow doesn't snap in your hands. You've been practicing with it but the old thing isn't in the best condition. The moment you step out of your room, Elaine runs up to you and throws her arms around you in a big hug that you quickly return. Her face buried in you shoulder, she says a muffled, "Remember...you can't get eaten and you have too come home safe." <<if $pronounselect is "theythem">>"Don't worry. Your big sibling will fight off any deadly creatures they come across." <<elseif $pronounselect is "sheher">>"Don't worry. Your big sister will fight off any deadly creatures she comes across." <<elseif $pronounselect is "hehim">>"Don't worry. Your big brother will fight off any deadly creatures he comes across." <</if>> "You better!" You give her one more squeeze and then you're gone. [[Continue|FindingBerries]]

You've never been much of a hunter. Your father had tried to take you out a few times when you were younger but all you ever caught was a cold. Sadly, desperate times call for desperate measures. But after spending hours traipsing through the trees, on your last arrow with every other one previously having missed its mark, you're painfully reminded as to why hunting never became your thing. Looks like you'll be going home empty handed. Tired, you decide to rest before heading back. You find a large tree to sit under, placing your bow on the ground beside you. It's then you notice a nearby bush covered in bright red berries dotted with little white specks. You've never seen berries like this before and they look absolutely delicious. You pluck one from between the leaves and pop it in your mouth, moaning at the sweet juice that explodes onto your tongue as you bite down. You can't believe your luck at finding such a tasty treat after such a terrible day and soon you're stuffing your face with as many berries as you can. As you consider filling your quiver with berries to bring home, you hear the snap of a twig behind you. You turn around, eyes growing wide as they lay on the largest stag you've ever seen. You slowly inch towards you bow, not wanting to startle it, but, just as your fingers touch the familiar wood, a large, black mass darts out from between the trees and slams into the animal, knocking it straight to the ground. The stag's cries of fear are soon silenced by fangs clamping down on its throat. [[Continue|EnterCaleb]]

You grab your bow and aim it at the beast with your last arrow, your hands shaking as you watch the monster stand up on muscular hind legs, blood dripping from its jowls as it stares down at its kill. Your heart skips a beast as you take note of how wolf-like it is. No. No, it can't be. There's no way in hell Jeremy Bronston isn't a bold faced liar. But how can you deny what's right in front of you? That's a goddamn werewolf. You let out a little squeak of shock at the realisation. Sadly, this catches the attention of the wolf monster and its head snaps towards you, steely blue eyes staring diretly into your soul. Or slightly left of your soul. It takes you a moment to figure out it's actually looking at the berry bush beside you. It breaths a heavy sigh before asking in a deep and gruff voice, "Did you eat any of those?" You quickly stammer out, "I-I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to eat your berries, really, I didn't. Please don't eat me in their place." "Eat you?" The werewolf gives you a look that seems downright offended. "Yeah, eating people isn't really my thing." "Great! Great. Not eating me is great. Now, since we've established you're not going to devour my flesh and use my bones for toothpicks, I think I'm gonna head out." Bow still raised, you take a few steps backward, too scared to turn your back on the beast. But as you're wondering if you can outrun the thing (a thought you admit is ridiculous the moment you have it) the werewolf moves closer to you and what it says next makes your blood run cold. "You're not going anywhere." "I-I'm sorry? But you said..." "Those berries are poisonous. They won't kill you but the cramps you'll get will make you wish that they did." The werewolf pauses for a moment as if thinking hard on what to say next. Then, with a heavy groan, it says, "The leaves of this one specific plant, if chewed on, help alleviate the symptoms. I always keep a few in my home as they also go great with stews." "Are you offering to help me?" you ask, unable to hide your surprise. The werewolf sighs. "I may look like this now but I was a normal man once. I'm not some heartless monster that would simply leave someone alone to suffer, not if I can help them. My humanity wouldn't let me." And now you feel bad. It...no, he...isn't an evil person eating monster, after all. Damn Jeremy Bronston and his gossip. Feeling more at ease wih him, you ask the werewolf, "What's your name?" He seems sad as he says, "Caleb. Although, it's not a name I've heard spoken aloud in a very long time." You lower your bow as your mind begins to process what he said. When it does, you're blurting out, "Caleb the baker's son?" "Yes, my mother was a baker. How did you know that?" Caleb the werewolf seems confused for a second before recognition hits and he says, "Wait. I remember you. You're $player_name $player_surname. You used to come into our bakery with your father and buy custard tarts." "Wow. You really didn't move to the city," is all you can say, still in shock. "The city? Why would you think...oh. That's what my mother's been telling everyone happened to me. Should have known." He shakes his head, saying nothing more as he walks back to his kill, picks up the stag, and flings it over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. He then starts walking, calling out to you as he goes, "If you want those leaves then you better follow me." You have a million and one questions flying through your head but the ice you can practically see coming off of Caleb after mentioning his mothernmakes you think the wiser choice would be to shut it. And, with that, you put your bow away before beginning your trek deeper into the woods with the giant wolf man. [[Continue|HawtWolf]]

You're trying your hardest not to stare and are failing miserably. Walking through the forest with Caleb in absolute silence has left your eyes to wonder in a mix of boredom and curiosity, your target of interest being your new fuzzy companion. The way his muscles twitch with every movement is absolutely captivating and, thanks to his lack of clothes, you can see absoutely every inch of him. It's hard not to bite your lip as your gazes moves ever lower to land on the impressivley large furry sheath and balls that dangle between his legs. You always did like hairy guys. You pull your eyes away and shake your head. No, bad $player_name, no gawking at the nice wolf person trying to help you. As you're mentally admonishing yourself, Caleb says, "We're here," and you find the two of you stopping in front of a less than impressive looking shack. It's small with no windows and made entirely out of wood that seems to have become covered in moss. There's the odd loose or even missing board, on the roof in particular. You're guessing the colder seasons aren't the most fun. Caleb drops the animal in front of his home before kneeling down by a nearby bucket of water. He begins washing his hands (paws?) and muzzle, the once clear water quickly turning red as he cleanses his fur of his kill's blood. Once done he stands up and opens the front door, a cringe inducing screech hitting your ears as the poor hinges do their best. You follow him inside, stopping in the doorway to take a moment to marvel at just how much nothing there is. [[Continue|HouseSucks]]

On the left side of the room there is an old grey blanket on the floor with a single pillow while on the other side you find a bookshelf housing various kinds of plants, cultery, and jars filled with things you'd rather not think too hard about. He said he made stew and you think maybe later you'll ask him where exactly he cooks it. There definitely isn't a stove or anything of the sort in here. On a fire outside, maybe? As you're thinking on the finer details about how a werewolf prepares his dinner, Caleb grabs a leaf off of the bookshelf, handing it to you as he says, "Eat this. It won't entirely get rid of the symptoms from the berries but they'll be much more manageable when they kick in." You stare at the leaf, a little unsure. What if the berries are fine and this is all some nefarious plot to poison you? After all, you don't really know Caleb. He was just some guy you'd buy pastries from. You'd make small talk across the counter and toss out a hello if you passed him on the street but that was about it. He wasn't your friend, being an acquaintance at best. But thinking over it for even a moment has you realising how ridiculous you're being. He's a giant wolf monster with great big fangs and claws to match. If he wanted to kill you then he wouldn't go through some elaborate sceme like this, would he? Your mind at ease, you take the leave from him and shove it into your mouth, wincing slightly at the bitter taste. Content, Caleb says, "You'll be fine. You can go now. But leave the door open when you do. Need the light." He then lies down on the blanket and closes his eyes. You've about to leave but as you reach the door, something stops you. This doesn't feel right. He's clearly alone here and there's a part of you saying that it isn't okay to simply leave him here, especially not after he helped you. As your eyes dart around the room, thinking of any reason to stay, your gaze fall on a small bundle by his makeshift 'bed'. It's a brown leather collar attached to a slightly rusted chain. Eyes on the prize, you point at the collar and leash and ask, "Do you have a dog?" Caleb sits up, looking slightly confused as to why you're still here, and says, "Not now. I did have a dog, Rocky, when I lived in town and when I left that's one of the only things I took with me. I loved the hell out of that mutt so it's nice having something of his close to me." Explains why he keeps it by his bed. You then sit down next to Caleb and ask, "What happened exactly? How did you become..." you motion over his body "...this?" Caleb gives you a heavy sigh. "Let's just say that while my mother was an amazing baker, she was a terrible parent. I used to take really long walks in the forest just to get at least some time away from her." "But she seemed so nice," you say with a frown. "That's what Mother was like. She was all smiles and sweetness in front of others but behind closed doors?" He turns over his left arm, splitting his black fur with a pair of claws to reveal an old scar underneath. "When I was fifteen I accidentally burnt a batch of pies she planned on selling. Her idea of punishment was to come at me with a knife." "I'm so sorry," is all you're able to say. You used to go to the bakery all the time when your father was alive and had no idea any of this was going on. How can someone be so awful to their own child? He continues by saying, "And one day on one of my walks I stumbled across a wolf-like creature eating a doe. It wasn't too fond of me interrupting its meal and attacked me. I always carried a large hunting knife with me for protection when on these walks and was able to stab it but not before it bit me right here." He gives his right shoulder a tap. "In a panic I ran right home and, well, that's when it happened. I'd barely walked through the door when I collapsed. Turns out werewolves don't only change during the full moon. It's more a right away thing and it's permanent. There is no changing back. Naturally, when my mother came home and discovered me, she kicked me out. "You're not serious, are you?" "What? You think I'd be out here by choice?" He lets out a cruel bark of laughter. "She couldn't handle having a monster in the house and that was the end of it." [['"I\'m sorry your mom is such a terrible person, Caleb. She actually abandoned her son in a time where he needed her most."'|WerewolfTwoChoiceTwo][$werewolfendingtwo +=1]] [['"What the hell is wrong with her? You\'re a werewolf now! How does she not understand how amazing that is?"'|WerewolfOneChoiceTwo][$werewolfendingone +=1]]

"I'm sorry your mom is such a terrible person, Caleb. She actually abandonded her own son in a time when he needed her most." Caleb gives you a sad smile. "Yes, well, that's Mother for you. I was an accident she never wanted and the least I could do was not embarrass her...something I failed at constantly." "Embarrass her by being cursed to become the monster that nearly killed you?" He gives you a shrug. "It hurt at first but I've come to accept it. I've learned to hunt and found this building to live in. It's nothing fancy but it keeps me warm and dry. Mostly." "You found this place?" "I sure as hell didn't make it. I think you would have heard if a werewolf waltzed into town to buy wood and nailss. I did manage to bring some stuff with me from home, that I snuck out at night, but this actual building was already here. I think it might have been used for storage at one point." He hooks a thumb towards the bookshelf. "That was already here when I arrived. Although most of the stuff on its shelves I put there myself. It's things I've gathered from around the forest either for food or medicinal purposes." "I still can't believe your own mother would do this to you," you say, anger boiling up in your chest. "It's fine, $player_name, really. I've made my peace with it. Besides, I'd say this is for the best. My mother was hardly the easiest person to live with. You have no idea how much I hated working at that damn bakery. Nothing I did was ever right." With a shake of his head, the topic of his mother is over and instead he moves on to ask, "What about your family?" [[Continue|YourFamily]]

"What the hell is wrong with her? You're a werewolf! Does she not know how amazing that is?" "I...what?" Caleb is taken aback by your reaction and can only stare at you with a clear look of confusion. No doubt sounding a little too excited, you go on to explain, "You took down and then carried around a grown arse deer like it was nothing. You could've been the best form of security your bakery ever had!" "Security? Our small town isn't exactly known for having a high crime rate. Unless something major happened since I've last been there," Caleb says, still looking at you as if you've grown a second head. "Well, no, not really. I think the biggest crime that's happened in the last year is someone stole the bins from behind the pub." "Ah, the infamous Bin Bandit. They used to steal ours as well." With a sigh you then say, "Seriously, that place is so dull. No wonder everyone found it so easy to believe you ran off to the city. Who wouldn't want a more exciting life?" "Well, I've definitely got it now. Just wish it involved less shedding." The humour quickly evaporates as he adds under his breath, "And less never seeing my home again." You inwardly cringe at yourself. Here you are saying how cool being a werewolf is while Caleb's suffering. "Listen, I'm sorry," you say. "For what?" he asks, head tilted to the side in a way reminiscent of a dog. You try your hardest not to find it cute and fail miserably. "I was going on about how exciting it is to be a werewolf but being a werewolf is what lost you everything." Caleb shakes his head. "Don't worry, it's fine. It's not as if I had much to lose in the first place. I didn't have many friends and I despised working at that damn bakery. Nothing I did was ever right. And at least I managed to find this place to live in and was able to grab some things to bring here." He hooks a thumb towards the bookshelf. "That was already here, though. That is, outside of most of the stuff it's holding which are things I've gathered from around the forest. It's largely items for food and medicinal purposes." "Would you be mad if I said how sorry I was again for the crap you're going through?" "It's fine. Really." He pauses then goes, "How about we talk about your family instead?" [[Continue|YourFamily]]

"My family?" "Yes," Caleb says with a nod. "How's your father been? Does he still love custard tarts?" "Actually, he passed away about a year ago." "Oh. I'm terribly sorry." "It's fine." You try to smile but it quickly falters and soon you find yourself saying, "You know what? It's not fine. Nothing is fine. Everything's been absolute shit since he died and now our mom is sick with the same thing he had. We couldn't afford medicine for him and now that he's gone there's even less money for her. That's why I was in the woods. I was hunting so that maybe I could sell some meat and buy her medicine. But now I have to go back to Elaine and tell her that I'm the worst person in the world who can't even catch a rabbit." You didn't mean to let lose a torrent of word vomit like you did but once it started you found it hard to stop. In response to it all, Caleb gives you a sympathetic look and says, "You're going through all of this to help your family? You're a good person, $player_name. You know what? I'm going to help you." "How? Do you have a stash of cash hidden in a pillow somewhere?" "No but I can give you that deer I caught." "Are you for real?" you ask, a spark of hope in your chest. "But won't you go hungry without it?" "I can always catch something else and you clearly need it more than I do." You launch yourself forward to wrap your arms around Caleb's neck, giving him a tight hug. His fur is surprisingly soft. Caleb is stiff for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact, but soon his large arms are around you, returning the emrbace. "I'd forgotten how nice touching someone felt," he says in a voice barely above a whisper. The two of you stay like that for a moment, simply holding one another without saying a single word. You think about asking him if it's all right to visit him in the future. It must be lonely out here all by himself and you think you could do with the company as well. "You're a really good guy, you know that?" you say as you look up at him. "No, I'm not. I'm a monster. Mother said-" "Screw what she said." You then place a hand on his head, ruffling his fur playfully as you say, "You're a really good boy, Caleb." You quickly pull your hand away, horrified that you'd pet him and called him a good boy like some kind of dog. You try to pull away, stumbling over words of apology, but his big arms hold you in place. It's then you notice his eyes are half-lidded in an almost serene look. In a quiet voice he asks, "Am I really a good boy?" "Of course you are," you waste no time in telling him. "You gave me medicine to stop me from getting sick and now you're offering to give me a whole damn deer. You're very good, Caleb." "Thank you, $player_name." He gives you a smile that makes your belly do somersaults. He really is handsome in a strangely animalistic way. And so, so good. You find it impossible to stop yourself from what you do next. [[Contine|GoodestBoy]]

Caleb freezes as you place a kiss on his lips. It's quick, chaste, and leaves you panicking once you pull away. But before you can say sorry for the sudden, most likely over the line, show of affection, Caleb is crashing his mouth against yours in a way far less innocent than what you had done. When you feel his tongue slide cross your lips, you're more than happy to part them and grant him access to your eager mouth. The two of you sit on his blanket, tongues dancing in a passionate kiss. The shape of his mouth is strange but you can't help the tingle that goes up your spine every time your tongue grazes against those sharp teeth of his. The fact he could easily end you but chooses not to is strangely arousing. His fangs could rip apart your flesh and the muscular arms around you wouldn't take much effort to crush bones. Yet he chooses not it. No, instead he gently caresses your back as he lovingly presses you to him. After what somehow feels like an eternity yet no time at all, the two of you pull away from one another, chests heaving as you try to catch your breahths. "That was...wow," you say with a laugh. "My sentiments exactly." That's when you notice something out the corner of your eye. You look down to find the tip of something red sticking out of Caleb's sheath. Grinning, you say, "Looks like someone really enjoyed that kiss, huh?" "I-It's not just that," he starts before quickly shutting up and turning away. You're surprised at the sudden and uncharacteristically timid reaction and begin to prod further. "Oh? There's another reason you're all hot and bothered?" In a tiny voice he tells you, "I like that you called me good." You're surprised that the scary looking wolf man has a praise kink but, when you really think about it, you guess it's not that strange. Guy just wants some love after what he went through growing up. And who are you to say no to such a request? You place a small peck on his nose then say, "You're amazing, Caleb. You're handsome and kind. I feel so lucky to have met you." "I'm handsome?" "Very," you say, laughing a little at the goofy, pleased smile he gives you in response. You want to kiss him again, then do even more. You have a feeling Caleb feels the same. What he wants exactly, however, comes as a shock with the werewolf asking, "Can you put the collar and leash on me?" You're about to ask why he'd ever want such a thing but decide against it, instead picking up the items without question. Caleb wants what he wants and you're more than happu to oblidge. In response, Caleb lifts his head, giving you access to his neck. You slide the collar onto him with ease. With the leather fastened on tight, but not too tight, you lean back to take a good look at him. The collar looks right at home nestled among all that fur while the chain fits perfectly in your hand. "You look great," you tell him with all honesty. He gives a shy smile in return. "And it feels great. Thank you." You reach out a hand to scratch him behind the ear as you say, "Such a good boy." You hear the THUMP THUMP THUMP as his tail begins to wag. Caleb then flops onto the ground, rolling into his back, holding his arms up to his chest to expose his belly. You can take a hint. His tail wags even harder as you give him a much deserved tummy rub. The wolf you'd once been afraid of now reminds you of a big, friendly dog. It's then you notice the red tip from his shaft is sticking out even more. It seems he really does like being pampered like the good boy he is. When his leg begins to kick and his tongue fall out of his mouth, you let out a little smile. "Wow, you really are enjoying this, huh?" you say while your fingers glide through soft fur. Caleb right now is, dare you say it, absolutely adorable? But almost as soon as it starts, the fun comes to an end. A strange expression comes over Caleb's face and then he's scooting away from your reach to sit up instead. You're about to ask him if you did anything wrong when he says, "Before I lose the courage, I have a suggestion to make." "If it's to ask for more belly rubs or head pats them I'm all for it." "As nice as that was and, believe me, it was, there's something else I'd like to try instead. Please, stand up." Curious, you do as you're told. Caleb, now kneeling in front of you, gets this nervous look on his face. Then, without warning, he hooks his claws into the waistband of your pants and pulls them down to your knees in one swift motion. His eyes grow large when he comes face to face with bare skin. His comically shocked expression makes you glad you decided to forego underwear this morning. Loving where this is going, you step out of your pants, kicking them off to the side. Caleb's eyes grow even wider at your eagerness. <<if $genitalselect is "penis">>Your excitement grows as his look of surprise soon turns to one of lust as he continues to eye your naked cock. <<elseif $genitalselect is "vagina">>Your excitement grows as his look of surprise soon turns to one of lust as he continues to eye your naked pussy. <<elseif $genitalselect is "both">>Your excitement grows as his look of surprise soon turns to one of lust as he continues to eye your naked cock and pussy. <</if>> There's a hitch in Caleb's breath as he looks up at you and asks, "May I?" You give him an all too eager nod. [[Continue|WerewolfForeplay]]

<<if $genitalselect is "penis">>You can already feel the tingle of arousal in your gut as Caleb hungrily eyes your half hard member. He starts off by giving the head a tentative lick, testing your taste before moving forward. He seems to like it as he then engulfs your tip into his eager maw. You shudder as you feel his tongue move across your slit, exploring your flavour. He's soon moving forward and, thanks to the length of his jaw, is able to take you all in without a hitch. <<elseif $genitalselect is "vagina">>You can already feel the tingle of arousal in your gut as Caleb hungrily eyes your your moistenng snatch. He starts off by giving your folds a tentative lick, testing your taste before moving forward. He seems to like it as he then lays his tongue flat on your folds before slowly moving upwards. You shudder as you feel him move over you, exploring your flavour. <<elseif $genitalselect is "both">>You can already feel the tingle of arousal in your gut as Caleb hungrily eyes your half hard member. He wraps his fingers around the base and gives it an experimental tug. But, seeing another part of you that could do with some much needed attention, he lowers his head to hover over your snatch. As he strokes you, he gives your folds a lick. He seems to to enjoy it and is soon pressing his face more to you, wanting to taste as much of you on his tongue as he can. <</if>> You let out a sigh at the moist heat pressing against you as he continues to slowly move his tongue. Your knuckles are beginning to turn white as you grip all the harder on the chain still in your hand. Caleb's beautiful blue eyes look up at you and your gazes meet. The heat in his stare makes you bite your lip, the desire for more growing even larger. Meanwhile, Caleb pauses in his actions, an unsure look grazing his features. He's come this far and decides now to get nervous? Looks like he could do with a little push. "Come on, don't be shy," you tell him in a voice you hope is encouraging. You're not sure as to why you say what you do next, maybe too lost in the moment, but you find yourself going, "Good puppy." Your eyes grow wide, horror stricken at what you'd just said. You're ready to get down on the ground and apologise profusely for refering to him as an actual dog. Then, when you notice his tail has begun wagging once more, you figure he doesn't exactly mind. Looking at the collar around his neck, this really shouldn't come as a surprise to you. <<if $genitalselect is "penis">>Feeling more confident, Caleb begins to move. His actions are slow at first, methodical, his tongue moving over every vein and inch of skin along your member that he can. And, with the impressive size of said tongue, he covers a lot of ground. As his head continues to bob, your shaft grows to full mast. <<elseif $genitalselect is "vagina">>Feeling more confident, Caleb begins to move, slipping his tongue between your folds. And, with the impressive size of said tongue, he covers a lot of ground. You're now nice and wet thanks to a mixture of your own juices and Caleb's saliva. <<elseif $genitalselect is "both">>Feeling more confident, Caleb begins to move, slipping his tongue between your folds. And, with the impressive size of said tongue, he covers a lot of ground. Same goes for his massive hand on your prick which is also sliding a lot easier thanks to the pre you've been leaking. <</if>> <<if $genitalselect is "penis">>When you woke up this morning you never imagined that this would be where you'd end up. Your dick down a werewolf's throat? Definitely a new one. But, as enjoyable as it is, you need more. You lick your dry lips and say, "Hey could you be a good pup and go a little faster?" <<elseif $genitalselect is "vagina">>When you woke up this morning you never imagined that this would be where you'd end up. Being eaten out by a werewolf? Definitely a new one. But, as enjoyable as it is, you need more. You lick your dry lips and say, "Hey, could you be a good pup and go a little faster?" <<elseif $genitalselect is "both">>When you woke up this morning you never imagined that this would be where you'd end up. Being eaten out and pawed at by a werewolf? Definitely a new one. But, as enjoyable as it is, you need more. You lick your dry lips and say, "Hey, could you be a good pup and go a little faster?" <</if>> <<if $genitalselect is "penis">>You shudder at the vibrations as Caleb moans around your dick at the title. He then wastes no time in doing as you asked, head moving back and forth, engulfing your cock again and again with every movement. <<elseif $genitalselect is "vagina">>You shudder at the vibrations as Caleb moans against your pussy at the title. He then wastes no time in doing as you asked, his tongue moving faster as it dips in and out of your hole. <<elseif $genitalselect is "both">>You shudder at the vibrations as Caleb moans against you pussy at the title. He then wastes no time in doing as you asked, his tongue moving faster as it dips in and out of your hole. His hand, not wanting to be the slacker, speeds up as well. <</if>> Your hand on his head, your fingers curl around his fur, creating an almost vice-like hold. The heat of his mouth, that wet tongue, every action and moan is driving you mad. "Yes, just like that. Good boy," you find yourself groaning as your release grows all the more closer. <<if $genitalselect is "penis">>One final flick of his tongue across your slit and you're throwing your head back in a low moan as you explode, hot white fluids pouring down his throat. Caleb pulls himself off of your dick and swallows. <<elseif $genitalselect is "vagina">>One final flick of his tongue on your clit and you're throwing your head back in a low moan as your orgasm crashes over you. Caleb pulls himself off of you and licks the juices off of his lips lips with the same tongue that's the reason for it being there in the first place. <<elseif $genitalselect is "both">>With one final twist of his hand around your shaft, you're throwing your head back in a low moan as your orgasm crashes over you, your cum spurting over Caleb to land in a puddle on the ground behind him. Caleb the pulls himself off of your pussy and licks your juices from his lips with the same tongue that's the reason for it being there in the first place. <</if>> "That was amazing," you say, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Caleb looks up at you with a smile as he leans back enough for you to finally catch sight of his bright red and engorged member. It's in full display for all to see, hard and ready. You need to touch it. Now. <<if $positionselect is "giver">>[[Continue|WerewolfIsBottom]] <<elseif $positionselect is "receiver">>[[Continue|WerewolfIsTop]] <</if>>

"Get on all fours," you tell him. "And tail up." Caleb gives a nod before he's on the floor once more, this time facing away from you, knowing exactly what you want. The obedient pup he is, he raises his tail, giving you a lovely view of his puckered hole. You bite your bottom lip. You can't wait to bury your face between those furry cheeks. You settle yourself behind him, grabbing a buttock in each hand, spreading them apart to get a better look at your prize. You notice Caleb's tail move slightly, fighting not to wag once more at what he knows you're about to do. You feel grateful for the restraint, not wanting that big old tail of his smacking you in the face as you're trying to eat him out. Speaking of... You lean in, pressing your tongue to his balls, before slowly dragging upwards. You love the gasp that escapes him as you slide over his hole, stopping right at the base of that dangerous wagger of his that's still struggling not to kick into action. You then lick him again, this time going a little faster, going faster still with every action, your ears drinking in the quiet moans Caleb is letting out at your movements. "You like that, Pup?" you ask him, earning a furious nod of his head in return. You give one more lick, painfully slow, before pressing the tip into his waiting hole. Still gripping onto his cheeks, you can feel him shiver beneath your fingers as you press even depper into him. Halfway in and you slide back out again. You thrust your tongue in and out, going just a little further with every motion, just as you were before. Soon you're entirely inside of him, Caleb muttering words that sound suspiciously like "More" and "Please". You're all too happy to give him exactly what he wants, dragging your tongue across his heated walls as you press your face against him, nose nuzzled in fur. "Yes, just like that," he groans as his tongue hangs out of his mouth. But, as fun as this has been, there's more you have planned. <<if $genitalselect is "vagina">>[[Continue|WerewolfBottomVag]] <<elseif $genitalselect is "penis" or "both">>[[Continue|WerewolfBottomPenOrPenVag]] <</if>>

You lie down on your back on the blanket, tugging Caleb's leash hard so that he falls on top of you, barely stopping from crushing you thanks to catching himself with his strong arms. A large clawed hand on each side of your head, and a wolf snout barely inches from your face, you shoot Caleb a wink and say, "Nice to see you falling for me." Caleb only chuckles before leaning down to give you a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue. You find it strangely erotic. As your teeth clack together, you feel a furry hand reach under your top and <<if $chestselect is "yesbreasts">>cup one of your swollen breasts. <<elseif $chestselect is "nobreasts">>cup one of your firm pecks.<</if>> You moan into his mouth at this, egging him on to squeeze harder. You let out a little squeak when he decides to give your nipple a tweak. He pulls his head away, looking as though he wants to say something, when you wrap your arms around his shoulder and pull him back towards you, capturing his mouth in a kiss once more. You don't care about words, only him. His hand moves down from your chest, gliding over your belly, reaching <<if $genitalselect is "penis" or "both">>your dick, where he proceeds to grab onto you and you give you a few light tugs. <<elseif $genitalselect is "vagina">>your pussy, where he proceeds to slide his fingers between your folds, making sure to be careful of his claws as he gently begins fingering you.<</if>> You grab a fistful of fur, holding tight as his fingers work their magic. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, quiet moans, and the wetness of a hand between your legs. You're growing more turned on with every action, not helped by still being sensitive from your earlier release. You gasp into his mouth at a particularly brutal twist of his wrist. Having such a powerful beast on top of you like this all while knowing he wouldn't dare hurt you? It does something to you and it's quickly becoming an issue that his hand alone can't solve. You place a hand of your own on his chest, pushing him slightly until he breaks your kiss to look down at you, concerned. "Is something wrong?" he asks. "Definitely," you repond, but before he can question further, you're rolling onto your front, raising your rear into the air. "What's wrong is that your dick isn't in me yet." Caleb blinks in shock for a moment before breaking into a wide grin. "I think that's an issue I might be able to solve." <<if $genitalselect is "vagina" or "both">>[[Continue|WerewolfTopVagOrPenVag]] <<elseif $genitalselect is "penis">>[[Continue|WerewolfTopPen]] <</if>>

You drop his chain, leaving your hand free to reach around him to grab his erect dick. You curl your fingers around it, just above the knot. You then begin the steady rhythm of jerking him off. You pull you mouth away and ask, "Does that feel good, Pup?" "Like you wouldn't believe," he says with a sigh. "Good boy," is all you say before your mouth is on him once more, this time sucking his hole before swirling the tip of your tongue around the edge. You're about to dive your tongue in once more when you get another idea. You pull your mouth away from him, give his buttock one last squeeze, and then remove your hand to place your finger to his entrance. "Never fignered a werewolf before," you tell him as you thrust the digit in all the way up to the knuckle. It earns you a yelp of surprise, which quickly becomes a moan as you begin thrusting your finger in and out. You soon add another, not that Caleb is complaining if those pleasured moans he's letting out in response are any indication. You want to hear even more. Need to. So, as you begin to piston your fingers in and out, you curl them, looking for a certain spot you know he'll simply love. You find it fairly quickly, Caleb letting out a low groan as he burries his face into the blanket beneath you. "What's the matter, Puppy?" you say with a laugh. Damn if you're not loving this. Face full of blanket, he mumbles, "That feels fucking amazing." "Language," you gasp in mock shock. "I think I'll have to punish you for having such a foul mouth." Before Caleb really has time to comprehend your words, you're thrusting into him with full force, slamming that perfect spot every time. Meanwhile, the hand around his red cock is mercilessly going to town, the liquid from his pre making it nice and slippery. Caleb does his best to muffle his cries in some attempt to keep at least a little dignity. You're also struggling to keep quiet. There's just something about having such a powerful creature writhing beneath you like this that makes you drip like mad and moan your heart out. If it wasn't for the fact you'd already come, you're fairly certain you'd be squirting all over this raggedy old blanket of his. Still, you can't help the little sighs of pleasure that escape your lips at every sound of his own that he's making. You suck in a breath to steady yourself, not wanting to reveal he's destorying you as much as you are him. Then, one more thrust, and Caleb is letting loose the most ecstasy filled howl he can muster as a string of white shoots from the tip of his dick. You let go of him and pull out your fingers so he can collaspe onto the ground, breath heavy and eyes hazy. "Guess I don't need to ask if you had fun," you say with a smirk as you wipe the remnants off your hands and onto the blanket. You sit down and spread you legs and say, "Now, how about you help me out a second time? It's your fault I'm like this. You can at least take care of it, hmm?" "I'd be happy to," Caleb says as a smile tugs on the corner of his lips. [[Continue|WerewolfAfterglow]]

You can't take it anymore. A tongue is no longer enough, for either of you. Pulling your face away, you look at his puckered hole once more, your breath catching at the wonderful sight. You then sandwich your dick between those beautifully plump cheeks of his. You're already hard again. It would be difficult not to be with the sounds he's been making. You release one hand to pick up the leash once more. You begin rocking back and forth, loving the friction of skin against soft fur. Your hands give his rump one final squeeze before sliding upwards to grab onto the base of his tail. Staring down at Caleb's broad back, you say, "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you." Looking over his shoulder at you, there's a glint of mischief in his eye as he says, "Funny. It seems you have no idea how much I want to be fucked." Never one to leave such a handsome specimen waiting, you pull back to place the tip of your cock to his more than eager hole. You slide in with a grunt as his heat envelopes your dick. Caleb makes a sound beneath you, one a mixture of pain but, more intensely, pleasure. Once you're nestled in nicely up to the base, you take a moment to collect yourself, so as not to get too overexcited. It doesn't work, however, and soon the urge to begin thrusting becomes overpowering. When you do finally start moving, the lust quickly takes over and soon you're pounding into Caleb without mercy, all while your grip on his tail and the leash grow to an almost painful degree. Not that he seems to care if the moaning he's doing are anything to go by. Soon your own hips are moving as if they have a mind of their own, going faster and harder with every passing second. So lost in it all, you wouldn't be able to stop even if you wanted to. "Holy shit, you feel amazing," you say between thrusts. "So fucking amazing. Such a good boy." The words make Caleb shudder and you feel him tightening around you. That feeling of completion is growing once more. He must feel the same, as he grabs onto his dick and begins pumping. You need to fill him. Then, with one final shove, you're emptying inside the werewolf, Caleb letting out a low groan as empties his own balls on the ground beneath you. [[Continue|WerewolfAfterglow]]

<<if $genitalselect is "vagina">>You're soaking wet and ready for more. <<elseif $genitalselect is "both">>You're soaking wet and rock hard, ready for more. <</if>> And watching the way he's eyeing you from over your shoulder, how his dick must be aching for release after your play so far, you know he's ready as well. He wants this, needs this, and so do you. "How much do you want me, Pup?" you ask. "More than anything," is his deep throated response. It makes you smile. Or is it more of a smirk? Having such a powerful beast want you is cause for at least a little smugness. In a voice, husky and low, you tell him, "Then why don't you take me already?" With a low growl he does just that, sliding the tip if his dick between your moist folds. You let out a sigh followed by a moan as he slowly eases himself in further. Once he's in up to the knot, he pulls back, excruciatingly slow. His thrust back in isn't nearly as gentle, however. His next is even harder, causing you to see stars. "Oh, yes, do that again," you groan. And being the good boy that he is, he follows your order and is thrusting into you at a steady rhythm that's growing harder with each motion. It isn't long until he has a grip on your hips so tight his claws leave red lines in your skin and he's pounding into you with such force your mind is going hazy. He rests his head on your shoulder and you swear he's saying something in your ear but you're far too delirious from pleasure to make out what it is. The way he fits into you just just right, stretching you in a way you've never felt before. You're beginning to think maybe you should run through the forest eating weird berries more often if this is what it gets you. Your grip on his chain is so tight that the metal begins digging into your palm. His knot keeps on slamming against you and you can't help but think how wonderful it would feel inside of you. It's big, so big. "Give it to me, Puppy," you tell him with a throaty gasp. "Give me everything you've got." He lets loose on you, your whole body shaking as he brutally slams into you over and over. Then, it happens. His knot slides into you with a pop and he's coming, throwing his head back in a blissful howl. The feeling of being so full, of having both his knot and cum fill you up, sends you over the edge, your body going into a fit of spasms at your release. The two of you collapse, Caleb practically crushing you before lifting himself up on shaky arms. "Sorry about that," he says. All you manage is a little groan of acknowledgement as you lie there in the afterglow. You're ready to fall asleep, content to stay this way for as long as possible when you hear Caleb nervously say, "Um, so the thing about my knot is that it takes a bit to go down. We might be stuk here for a while." Looks like your wish has been granted. [[Continue|WerewolfAfterglow]]

You feel Caleb's cock as it presses between your butt cheeks. You want him so bad it's drivng you crazy. But he's a big guy and you need a little preparation before he goes all in. So, you stick your index and middle fingers in your mouth. You swirl your tongue aroudn the digits, doing your best to coat them in as much saliva as possible. You know proper lube would be better but highly doubt the werewolf has anything like that lying around. You really don't trust anything on that shelf of his, anyway. You doubt you'll be walking properly for a while after this but it's a risk your horny mind is willing to take. "Move back a little," you tell him as you pop your fingers out your mouth. Although, still holding tight onto the leash, he hasn't got much space to spare. But he does his best to pull back just enough that his dick is no longer rubbing against you, at least. The lack of cock near your hole is a little disappointing but you need that space for what you're about to do next. You throw your arm behind your back, pressing the tip of a moist finger to your hole. Caleb sucks in a sharp breath as the sight of you slowly entering yourself. You'd like for him to do it himself but you're a little worried about those claws of his. Besides, it'll be fun giving him a show. So, in hope of egging him on, you look him dead in the eye as you let out a little moan while you insert a second finger and begin scissoring yourself. You continue to stretch, readying yourself for his literal monster cock. Your dick twitches with every thrust as you imagine it's him doing this to you. It doesn't help he's still so close that his heat radiates off of him, making you own body's temperature rise. Then, almost as soon as its begun, you stop. You remove your fingers from yourself and, giving Caleb a seductive smirk, you ask, "Ready to mount me, Puppy?" Caleb lets out a low growl that makes you moan before he's grabbing each one of your hips in a tight grip. You bite your lip as his tip presses to your puckered bud. He starts off slow, easing himself into you. Your breath shakes at the delicious friction as your only slightly wet and prepped arsehole is stretched as he makes his way into you. The ache is amazing. "G-Good boy," you manage to groan as he slides into you up to the knot. You feel him nuzzle the back of your neck when, suddenly, he begins pounding into you with such force it nearly knocks you over. "Holy shit, you really are a good boy," you say as his fucking grows more intense, his hands gripping you so tightly that his claws leave streaks of red across your skin. Your eyes practically roll back into your head as he hits your sweet spot just right, refusing to stop until you're crying out his name and begging him to go harder, faster. You grab onto your dick and begin pumping. You can feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge every time he slams into you. You hear him growl low and you know he's close. It's when you feel one final push and his knot pops inside of you, making you feel fuller than you ever have before, that you're letting out a moan as a stream of white shoots from your dick. Caleb then throws his head back in a howl as he releases inside of you, his cum coating your insides like the lewdest of paintings. The two of you collapse to the ground, Caleb almost crushing you before lifting himself up on shaky arms. "Sorry about that," he says All you manage is a little groan of acknowledgment as you there in your afterglow. You're read to fall asleep, content to stay this way for as long as possible when you hear Caleb nervously say, "Um, so, the thing about my knot is that it takes a bit to go down. We might be stuck here for a while." You see absolutely no problem with this. [[Continue|WerewolfAfterglow]]

Once both of you have caught your breath and the high of sex has begun to fade, the two of you lie on the blanket together, you still pantsless, arms wrapped around one another. You look at the collar still around Caleb's neck and move to take it off when a large hairy hand grabs onto your wrist. "I'd like to leave it on if you don't mind. At least for a little while," he tells you. "I'm not quite done being your good boy just yet." You give him a gentle smile in understanding. You'd love to simply lie here, only you and your pup. But, sadly, real life beckons. The image of your young sister waiting for you, and your sick mother lying in bed, appear in your mind. As much as it pains you to leave Caleb, the lonely wolf who only wants to be told how good he is, you know they need you more. Seeing the sad look on your face, he asks, "What is it? Did I do something wrong?" "No, it's not you. I was thinking about my family, actually." His arms still around you, Caleb gives you a tight squeeze. "Go to them. Don't worry, I'll be fine on my own." //Because he's done it long enough//, you think. It makes your heart ache. You really don't want to leave him alone again. An idea hits you. "What if I come to visit? "$player_name..." "I'm serious. Maybe once a week I'll drop by and we can spend time together. Caleb raises a brow. "Spend time together? I'm a werewolf, $player_name, not exactly the kind of person you'd want to be around." "Says who? Like it or not, you're my friend now, Caleb. Besides..." [['"I need to pay you back somehow for helping me."'|WolfTwoChoiceThree][$werewolfendingtwo +=1]] [['"Maybe you can teach me to be as awesome a hunter as you are?"'|WolfOneChoiceThree][$werewolfendingone +=1]]

"I need to pay you back somehow for helping me." "And how do you plan on doing that exactly? You don't have any money and it's not like there's anything out here to spent it on, anyway." You run your fingers through the black fur on his arm and say, "I'll pay you with my company, of course." "With your company, hmm?" he says with a raised brow and smile pulling at the corners of his muzzle. "That doesn't sound like the worst arrangement in the world." [[Continue|TheCollarStays]]

"Maybe you can teach me to be an awesome a hunter as you are?" "I...what?" "Yeah! Teach me how to take down deer like you do," you say, growing excited at your brilliant idea. "I'd love to but you don't exactly have the teeth or claws for it." "Oh. Right." You quickly deflate and, seeing the dissapointment, Caleb says with a sigh, "But maybe I can teach you to hunt in a more traditionally human way? I knew a thing or two before I turned." "Thank you so much, Caleb!" you say while wearing the world's biggest grin. [[Continue|TheCollarStays]]

You bury your face into Caleb's chest, inhaling a scent that's a mixture of the forest and something uniquely him. You're going to be spending a lot more time with the wolf, it seems. You can't wait. "I'll bring over the deer when I escort you home," he says. "Your family really does need it more than I do." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." "Good boy," you tell him, earning you a groan. "I cannot believe I made you say all of that. Maybe I really should take off this collar-" You suddenly yell out, "Don't you dare! If I'm staying then the collar stays." Then, as quickly as it appeared, any bravado you had soon evaporates as you awkwardly add, "Not that you have to wear it all the time but, you know, sometimes would be nice." "You know what? I think it would be, too. If you'll promise to call me your puppy again. That was...surprisingly nice." "Deal," you laugh as you curl up closer to him. You leave the feeling of his hand as it strokes your head and soon your eyes are growing heavy. <<if $werewolfendingone gte 2>>[[Continue|WerewolfEndingTwoPTONE]]<<elseif $werewolfendingtwo gte 2>>[[Continue|WerewolfEndingOnePTONE]] <</if>>

"You really care about your family, don't you?" Caleb's voice wakes you and it takes a moment for your blurry vision to focus in the dark room. Wait, dark? Is it night already? How long have you been out? As you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, you groggily ask Caleb, "What was that about my family?" "Was just wondering out loud how close you all are," is all he says as he looks up at the ceiling." "Pretty close. They're my family and I love them. Who doesn't love their family?" You pause then cringe, remembering who you're talking to. "I'm so sorry, Caleb. I didn't mean-" "It's fine. At least one of us has relatives that gives a damn." He smiles at you but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Cuddling closer, you say, "Maybe I could come and visit again next week? You won't be busy, will you?" "Busy doing what, exactly?" "I dunno. Wolf things?" "Ah, yes, I'm afraid my calender is quite filled with howling at the moon and marking my territory." He chuckles then pauses. He continues by saying, "Wait. You really want to see me again?" "I said I would, didn't I? Gotta give my puppy some love." You shoot him a wink. [[Continue|WerewolfEndingTwoPTTWO]]

"Do you like living in that town?" Caleb's voice wakes you and it takes a moment for your blurry vision to focus in the dark room. Wait, dark? Is it night already? How long have you been out? As you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, you groggily ask Caleb, "What was that about the town?" He sits up with you and repeats, "Do you like living there?" "You want me to be honest with you? Really honest?" "That would be nice, yes." With a heavy sigh you tell him, "If I had the money I'd be gone in an instant. I'd take my family and we'd move to the city. I always used to feel jealous of you when I thought that's what you did. I was all 'Damn, why can't that be me?' Going off somewhere and having an adventure. Some actual excitement." "That's what you want? An adventure?" "I'd love it. But only if it could provide for my family in some way as well. I couldn't go off and live my life without looking out for them, too." Caleb is silent for a moment. He then looks you in the eye and asks, "What if there's a way you could have both?" "How?" you ask. "Become a werewolf and stay here with me. I'll teach you how to hunt for your family, hunt the werewolf way." You blink for a moment. Then, with a burst of laughter, you find yourself saying, "That actually sounds amazing. Shit, how messed up am I?" "There's nothing wrong with you, $player_name. You simply want something more." With a deep breath, Caleb then says, "I can give you that. That something more. If I bite you, that is." You try to let what he's offering really sink in. You understand Caleb is lonely and craves positive attention but to actually suggest you abandon your faily to come live with him in the woods? That's oversteping a line. So then, why, does it sound so damn appealing? "Shit...shit!" you shout out. Eyes scrunched up, hot tears welling behind your lids, you say, "I want to stay here." "But you're worried about your family?" Caleb finishes for you. You look at the wall ahead of you and think about the fully grown stag on the other side, waiting out there to be devoured. Or sold. Your family would make a lot of money off of that animal's meat, its hide, as well. With the power of a werewolf, you could hunt as much as your family needed. "But you won't be able to live with them. The town's people would't tolerate a monster living among them," a voice in the back of your mind tells you. Then a louder, more urgent one, adds, "But you'd be able to look after them far better as a wolf than as a human. After all, haven't you spent all day hunting, wasting your arrows, and gotten nowhere? Besides, the way things are now, you're nothing but another mouth to feed. At least this way you won't be such a waste of space." [[Continue|WerewolfEndingOnePTTW0]]

"I'll...I'll do it," you say to Caleb with a wobbly voice and smile to match. "I'll become a werewolf and live with you." The kiss that follows is unexpected and intense but much appreciated. When Caleb pulls away, he says, "Thank you so much, $player_name. You won't regret this." He gives you a large grin, showing off two rows of the biggest teeth you've ever seen. They weren't that massive before, were they? The realisation of what those teeth are about to do hits you hard. With a sharp intake of breath, you say, "Just a little nip, okay? Don't want to leave too much of a scar." "Don't worry. I'll make sure to do as little damage as possible." He tells you this all while his tail wags like crazy behind him. You stop worrying for a moment to find it cute. That moment is then ruined by teeth sinking into your shoulder and you letting out an ear splitting scream. Pain. There's so much pain. Inside and out, everything hurts. It's as if you're being skinned alive and your very bones are being ripped from your body. You think you beg Caleb to help you, to do anything to just make the pain stop. Then, it's over, and you're left lying on the floor, breathing heavy and eyes wide. It's then you notice you're in large, strong arms, your hair being gently stroked by a big hand. You don't even know when Caleb took hold of you. "It's okay. It's all over now. Can you sit up?" His voice is calm, gentle, and helps to put you at least a little at ease. You give him a small nod before trying to get up. But every inch of your body gives up beneath you and you come crashing down back into his arms. "Careful there, easy. If it's too much for you it's okay. Lie down for now." He gently lowers you down onto the floor and covers you with the blanket. He's being so kind that all you want to do is touch him. You reach out with a hand to do exactly that, the desire to stroke his face intense, when you notice your arm has a little more hair on it than before. Your hand shaking, you reach up to your face to find a long snout that wasn't there before. In a quivering voice, you say, "The transformation is complete? I thought it took time to kick in. Isn't that what it was like for you?" "It might be different for everyone. Sadly, I never found the werewolf who bit me so I had no one to ask." He tries to put on a chipper voice as he adds, "I was alone when I was in your position, but you'll have someone to help and guide you through all of this." His words are only a hazy voice in the back o your mind. In a panic and eyes welling up with tears, the force of exactly what you've done hits you and you yell, "I needed more time! I needed to say goodbye to them." As tears now stream down your face, matting together the new fur on your cheeks, Caleb wraps his arms around you and holds you tight once more. He doesn't say a single word as you weep into his chest. [[Continue|WerewolfEndingOnePTTHREE]]

You thought your family would be happy to see you. You'd never been so wrong in your life. Even all these years later, as you sit under your favourite tree, you can still hear your little sister's screams and cries. "You said you wouldn't get bitten! You lied to me!" You'd never seen her so hurt before and no amount of explaining helped. Why would it? You essentially told her you'd decided to abandon her to go run around in the woods with a man, no, a creature, that you barely knew. She had every right to be angry. The yelling had woken up your mother who, to Elaine's upset, ended up taking the deer you'd brought. Much like your sister, she wasn't exactly thrilled with the arrangement either. But out of desperation she wasn't exactly going to say no to your gift. After she'd accepted it, you fled. You couldn't take their expressions of hurt and betrayal any longer. With a sigh you lean against the bark, wondering how you could have done things differently. Maybe not become a werewolf? Too late for that now. You hear the snap of a twig and look up to see Caleb hovering over you. "Have you thought about what I suggested?" he asks as he sits down beside you. "I don't think it's a good idea, Caleb." "Its been five years, $player_name. Don't you want to speak to them again?" "Of course I do. I want that more than anything." You turn your head away. "But they want nothing to do with me." You've made your promise to yourself to hunt for them, bringing them things from deer to boar to rabbits. But you've never approached them face to face, instead leaving your kills outside their door and watching them from a distance, hidden out of sight. With your kills, your mother was able to buy medicine and they've never gone hungry again. They might take what you give them with disdain but the important thing is that they take it. With a frown, Caleb says, "I'm sure that's not true. In fact, I bet they miss you very much, if not more, than you miss them." "As if," you say with a cruel laugh. "Then let's find out." Caleb stands back up and looks into the distance at the setting sun. "It'll be nighttime soon. We'll go into town when it's dark to minimize the chance of anyone seeing us." Like you've been doing for years. He holds out his hand to you and, for a moment, you hesitate. But he grabs your hand and pulls you up with a smile. You ask him, "But why now? You had so many chanes to nag me to see them over the years but never said a word. Why choose now to see them?" "Because I know what it's like to go five years being away from everything you know." He places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Listen, if, at any time, you want to leave then tell me and we will." Your wrap your arms around him in a warm embrace. "You give amazing hugs," you say as you practically melt into him. "I was about to say the same to you. Must be a werewolf thing." The two of you hold each with you terrified of what comes after when you let him go. Then, with a sharp inhale and exhale, you pull away and say, "I think I'm ready to go now." You don't know how this will end but you're comforted in the knowledge that at least you'll have Caleb by your side no matter what. THE END

His grip on you grows tight as he buries his face in your shoulder. "Thank you, $player_name. Thank you so much." "For what?" you laugh. "Visiting a friend?" "Friends? We're friends." He says it in a way as though he's not quite used to the word and is having trouble grasping its full meaning. His tail begins to wag at full force once more. "I'll come by as much as I can," you tell him, "and I'll bring bring my sister, Elaine, and we can-" The tail stops. "I don't think that's a good idea. She could tell others and I'd rather people not know I'm here." You're suddenly reminded of Jeremy Bronston. He saw Caleb. He knows he exists and correctly guessed who the werewolf was. Won't that be a problem? Then again, everyone knows the boy's a notorious liar and even the other children roll his eyes at his stories. You're pretty sure your sister is the only one who believes anything he says. You wonder if you should be worried about that. "Okay, I won't tell her," you eventually relent. "It'll suck, we tell each other everything, but, you're right, it's just too big a risk. I don't know what I'd do if anything bad ever happened to you." In response to your words, Caleb nuzzles your cheek with his cold, wet nose. "That's freezing!" He simply laughs and does it again, much to your annoyance. "Sorry, $player_name, but that's the deal with having a werewolf in your life. You'll have to get used to a cold nose, lots and shedding, and I might chew up a shoe of yours from time to time." "I've made a terrible mistake, haven't I?" "Yes. Yes you have." The two of you laugh like a couple of schoolkids and it's now you realise this day with Caleb is the happiest you've been in a while. Ever since your father died and your mother got sick, there just hasn't been much reason to laugh anymore. "I'm glad I came to the woods today," you say with a smile. "It's a good thing you decided to hunt around here and not by the lake." "Because then I wouldn't have met you?" Well, yes, but there's also a pretty nasty giant two-headed serpent living there that does not take kindly to strangers." You don't comment. [[Continue|WerewolfEndingTwoPTTHREE]]

It's already been a year since you ate those berries and had your gut saved by a dashingly handsome werewolf. In that time he's taught you a lot, far more than you could hope for. You now know how to track and hunt, where the best fishing spots are (and what times the giant serpent is asleep), as well as what berries are most definitely not okay to shove down your gullet. With the skills he's taught you, you've been more than able to provide for your family. Even though you now know how to look after yourself, every week you still visit the man who's become a dear friend, occasionally bringing treats to share. While his mother was hardly the nicest person, Caleb has confided in you that he does miss her pastries. More than her, actually. Instead of putting any money into the pocket of that terrible woman, you've picked up baking yourself. You're not as good as her but he does love your apple pies. You've brought one today in a picnic basket along with some sandwiches and a bottle of wine. Caleb's been looking down recently and you hope a picnic might cheer him up. You smile when his old run down shack comes into view and you break out into a sprint, wanting to see your wolf as soon as possible. You blush slightly at the idea of him being //your// wolf. You've fooled around a lot since you met him but have never really put a label on what you are. You're fairly certain you're falling for him but how does Caleb feel? Does he want more or is he fine with a casual friends with benefits type of relationship? You want to approach him about it but are too scared it'll ruin the friendship you have if it turns out he doesn't feel the same. You knock on his door but don't hear a response. You wait a moment then knock again. Still nothing. Must be out hunting or for a walk. Figuring he won't mind you waiting inside until he comes back, you open the door and let yourself in. You put the basket down before moving to sit on the blanket that serves as Caleb's sorry excuse for a bed. You wonder if maybe you should buy him a new one. As you're wondering if he'd like floral print, you notice a piece of paper with writing on it beside you. Not long ago he'd asked for you to bring him some stationary that he could draw with, something to waste the time, so the paper isn't an unusual sight. The fact it's covered in sloppy chicken scratch writing is. You pick it up and begin to read. //Dear $player_name I'm sorry it had to end like this but I knew that if I saw you face to face, I wouldn't be able to control myself. I'm in love with you. I think I have been since that first day we met in the woods. That's why I had to leave. I knew that I wouldn't be able to control myself and eventually bite you so that we could stay together forever. But I couldn't let you suffer as a bestial outcast like I have. Leaving was the only option. I'm sorry. I hope you'll forgive me one day.// And that's all it says. You read it again and again until you have every word printed in your mind. Caleb's gone. It's then you realise you're crying, only noticing when the first tear hits the note, causing the letters to bleed into the paper. You fold the letter and put it into your pocket before standing and making your way to the door. You wonder what you'll do with the apple pie. THE END

The Cyclops The backyard is filled with the sounds of children laughing as your little cousins chase each other back and forth from one side of the garden to the other. Meanwhile, you're sitting in a folding chair with your sister and aunt beside you, the two women talking one another's ears off over your sister's pregnancy. You try to ignore them and instead focus on your phone but but their high pitched shrieking voices make it hard to focus on matching brightly coloured blocks. "You look just about ready to pop," Aunt Janet says with a childlike giggle that doesn't quite match a woman of her advanced age. "I bet you can't wait for her to finally arrive." Smiling as she rubs her large belly, your sister, Chloe, responds with, "You have no idea. But only another week and then my beautiful blessing will be here." "Nervous?" Janet asks. "A little but in the end it'll all be worth it when I bring this little bundle of joy into the world," Chloe says, positively beaming from all the attention she's getting. You fight not to roll your eyes. Janet gives a sympathetic nod. "I understand. That first is always the most daunting. Why, I remember when I had my Michael-" And that's when you tune out completely, instead giving your phone your full attention. But as you're about to hit a combo for double points, you hear your sister say your name. "What was that?" you ask, looking up from your screen for what is possibly the first time since you sat down. "Oh, nothing," your sister says in a tone that makes it sound like it's definitely something. "We were just saying how happy Mommy and Daddy are to finally become grandparents." And there it is. Your family has always been big on getting married and popping out a swarm of kids as soon as possible and, being the oldest of your parents' children, you've had more than your fair share of nagging to carry on the bloodline. Unmarried and childless at twenty-five is simply unheard of in your family. Does it matter that you're happy with what you've got? Great friends, hobbies you love, and a decent job you enjoy? No. All that matters is you don't have a ring on your finger and a toddler on your hip. You want to snap at Chloe, give some witty retort in a slick way of telling her to shove it, but all you manage to say is, "Stop calling them Mommy and Daddy. You're twenty-three. Call them Mom and Dad like a normal adult." Chloe only laughs at your words, knowing very well she's hit a sore spot. How could she not? Ever since you turned twenty, your parents have less than subtly brought into conversations, more than you can count, your lack of familial ambitions. And, of course, golden child Chloe's always there to rub salt in the wound. She's become particularly insufferable since she got pregnant. The worst part of it all? [[You don't know if you even want to start a family.|CyclopsTwoChoiceOne][$cyclopsendingtwo +=1]] [[You'd love to start a family one day but you're simply not ready.|CyclopsOneChoiceOne][$cyclopsendingone +=1]]

Truth is, you're happy with the way things are. A partner would be nice but marriage? Kids? The only reason you can think of settling down now is to get your family off your back and that's really no reason to get hitched and procreate. You try not to groan at the thought that your family will most likely be nagging you about this until the day you die. You'll be in a nursing home and Chloe will visit with her army of kids and grandkids for the sole purpose of rubbing it all in your face. Putting on a fake smile, Chloe says, "Don't worry, $player_name. I'm sure you'll meet someone one day." "Yes, I'm sure you'll find a great person to settle down with," Aunt Janet chimes in, genuinely trying to be supportive, not noticing the gleam of smug malice in Chloe's eye. "Yeah, thanks," you say, doing your best to bite your tongue so as not to say something you'll regret. You gave up long ago trying to get them to lay off. [[Continue|PoorPaul]]

Truth is, you do want what Chloe has, but you're just not ready for that yet. Maybe in a few years but now? Despite what you family seems to think, twenty-five is still young. You're not over the hill yet and you want to live a little before settling down. Hell, you're not even dating anyone right now. Putting on a fake smile, Chloe tells you, "Don't worry, $player_name, I'm sure you'll meet someone one day." "Yes, I'm sure you'll find a great person to settle down with," Aunt Janet chimes in, not noticing the gleam of smug malice in Chloe's eye. "Yeah, thanks," you say, doing your best to bite your tongue so as not to say something you'll regret. It's frustrating. No matter how many times you tell them you want to wait, no one ever believes you. There's nothing wrong with settling down at thirty but to your family it might as well be eighty. [[Continue|PoorPaul]]

"Hopefully you don't end up like poor Uncle Paul," Chloe says with a faux sad tone. "No spouse, no kids, doesn't even have any parents or siblings around. His parents died when he was in his early twenties, didn't they?" Janet nods along. "Lost them in a car crash. Poor dear." "Poor Uncle Paul," Chloe says again with a shake of her head. Poor Uncle Paul, as he's now been dubbed, is more an honorary uncle than an actual one. But, seeing as he's been best friends with your father since childhood, he is essentially one of the family. From what you've heard that became even more after his parents died. As they said, he has no blood family, so, was essentially adopted by the $player_surname brood. It's why at this barbeque for your father's forty-fifth birthday, he's the only non-relative in attendance. At his name being mentioned, your eyes begin to wonder across the yard in search of him. Thankfully, being a massive cyclops at a party of a dozen humans, he's not exactly hard to spot and soon your gaze lands on the man standing by the grill with your father, beer in hand, laughing at whatever dumb dad joke your old man just told. The sound of his laughter carries through the air making your stomach do flops. You've had something of a crush on the older man ever since you can remember, a secret you've never told anyone. You'd never hear the end of it from Chloe if she found out and the last thing you need is to give her more ammunition to laud over you. But that doesn't mean you can't fantasise and check him out every now and again. Your eyes begin to roam over all six and a half feet of Paul's olive skinned form. He has massive tree trunk-like arms and a belly so large that he's yet to meet a shirt that can entirely contain it. Even now his "It's Pizza O'clock" shirt has ridden up, revealing a nice line of skin as his stomach hangs over his shorts. And, speaking of those shorts, they're absolute torture! Long pants aren't a thing that exist in Paul's world so you're often left inwardly weeping at the sight of the material straining to hold in that amazing bubble butt of his while his thick legs are left entirely bare. You think being crushed by those massive thighs wouldn't be the worst way to go. Then, there's that eye of his. It's the most beautiful shade of green that you can, and often do, get lost in. You could stare at it for hours. Even now you catch yourself grinning like an idiot as his eye sparkles while he bursts into raucous laughter once more. You really wish it was you making him light up like that right now. "Yes, poor Paul," you hear Janet say (Poor Paul this, Poor Paul that, it's driving you insane!). "Same age as your parents and never been married. No children either." She's simply repeating what your sister said, only with the added flair of looking extra depressed. The way she's going on you'd think he's suffered the greatest tragedy known to man. "Maybe he's happy with the way things are," you tell her. "He does have us, after all." "Yes, but we're not his real family, are we, dear?" You know she doesn't mean anything by it but her words still sting. Paul is a like a brother to your father and he's been around since you were born. You've always seen him as family, even if you don't call him Uncle anymore. Your attraction to him made the word feel a little strange. You shake your head. Your father's birthday party isn't the place to get into all of this. You need a distraction. A distraction from your thoughts on how good Paul looks in those shorts and from your pitying relatives. The beer Paul's holding is looking better and better with each passing second. You excuse yourself before standing up and heading inside to grab a cold one from the fridge. [[Continue|InHiding]]

And now you're just hiding. With everyone outside, the kitchen is nice and empty. It's the perfect place to park off and engross yourself in mobile block matching while evading your family. You're sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, happily drinking away and racking up an impressive score, when you hear a deep voice behind you say, "Hey, Kiddo. What're you doing all the way over here when the party's outside?" Only one man in the world calls you Kiddo. With a smile you turn and say, "Hey, Paul. Just thought I'd grab a beer." You lift your half full can and give it a small shake, the golden liquid inside making a sloshing sound. Paul tosses his own empty can in the trash before opening the fridge and taking out a less empty one. He pops the tab, take a long drink that makes you swear he's downed nearly the entire thing, before looking you dead in the eye and saying, "Sure it's not because you're hiding from Chloe?" "Oh, uh, it's..." As you're fumbling over what words to say to convince him you don't want to bolt whenever your heavily pregnant sister waddles in your direction, Paul's serious demeanor shatters as he breaks out into a big grin. "Calm down, Kiddo, I won't tell anyone. I know you two don't exactly get along so if you want some alone time I get it. Your secret's safe with me," he gives you a big smile and you fight not to blush. "Thanks, Paul. It's not that I hate my family or anything. It's just sometimes-" "They make you want to run off and drink all your problems away?" "Exactly," you say with a nod before taking a sip. "Mind if I join?" he asks, motioning to the seat beside you. "Knock yourself out." [[Continue|WhyIsTheBeerGone]]

The two of you sit in silence drinking your beers. It's not an awkward quiet, more a comfortable one. You're simply sharing a drink with a friend. Once said drinks are done, you ask Paul to toss you another one and are disappointed when he responds with, "Sorry, Kiddo, those were the last." "Are you telling me I'll have to go back out there and interact with people sober?" you ask, only half joking. Paul digs around in his pockets, fishing out a set of keys, "Don't worry, I wouldn't make you suffer like that. I'll go out and get more." You make sure to quickly put your foot down on that idea. "Paul, in the past hour I've seen you drink three beers. You're not driving." "Keeping tabs on me, ey?" Seems like your foot bounced off the tiles and straight into your mouth. You try to save face, pretend like you havn't been staring at him the entire evening, and ignore his comment and instead say, "How about I drive instead? I've only had one and I've got a really good alcohol tolerance." "And you think someone with a gut this big doesn't?" Paul says as he motions to his large stomach. You're unable to stop yourself, your gaze traveling downward to stare at that lovely line of exposed skin once more. You somehow manage to pry your eyes away from his body to say with genuine concern, "I'd feel al ot better if you let me drive, Paul. Please." Never having been one to be able to say no to you, Paul lets out a sigh and says, "Barely even got a buzz on but okay. You can drive if you want. I'll go tell your pops we're heading out." You make sure to look nice and long at his backside as he leaves the room. You may not be able to order at the retaurant but there's no problem in looking at the menu. [[Continue|OldReliableRed]]

You can remember a time in your life where Paul didn't have that red pickup truck of his. You're fairly certain it's older than you are, yet it still works like a dream. "Man, this brings back memories," you find yourself saying from your place behind the wheel as you drive down the street. "When was the last time I drove this thing?" Rubbing his bald head in thought, Paul takes a moment before he says, "Probably when you were a teenager and I was teachng you stick." "It wasn't that long ago, was it?" "Yeah, you drove into that pole, remember?" "I didn't drive into anything. It was a light graze at best." Paul chuckles. "Freaked you out pretty bad at the time, though. Said you'd never back back behind the wheel of a car. Swore off driving forever. At least until that Swanson kid had that end of year party and no one would drive you." "Oh, damn, you're right," you say. You then put on a grin as you add, "Not gonna lie, I did have a bit of a crush on the guy and there's nothing like the promise of a cute boy and free booze to get you over your fears." Paul clutches his chest as he gasps, "Weren't you only seventeen at the time? $player_name! Underage drinking? I'm so disappointed in you." But he quickly drops the act and goes, "Is what I would say if your old man and me didn't do worse. Remind me some time to tell you about the Summer we stole a bottle of vodka from your gramp's liquor cabinet. I should warn you that skinny dipping in freezing cold ocean water is involved." You try not to think too hard about Paul's bare backside as he frolics among the waves. Mission failed. "Hey, when was the last time we all went to the beach together?" Paul asks, pulling you out of your fantasy. You have to think for a moment. Beach trips with your family and Paul had been a regular occurence growing up. But it was one that had sadly died when you and Chloe moved out and life became too hectic with work on the like to go on family outings. "I think maybe when Chloe was eighteen?" "Five years, huh? That's a crying shame. We used to have a lot of fun on those trips." You nod in agreement. You really did enjoy those days, but as you grew older it had less to do with splashing among the waves and eating ice cream and more about those terribly tiny speedos Paul insisted on wearing. You didn't think you'd have your sexual awakening on a towel covered in sand but that's just how things are sometimes. Even now you find your eyes darting bewteen the road and the man beside you. You think about inviting him to the beach one of these days. Only it'll be you and him this time with no annoying Chloe. [[Continue|BeerBought]]

Beer bought, the drive back home is a short one and soon you're stopping old reliable red outside your parents' house. Even though your one on one time wasn't long, its been fun being with Paul and talking about old times. You could go on for hours, honestly. After all, spending time with him is a lot more fun than having to deal with what's waiting for you back inside. "What's wrong, Kiddo?" Paul asks. He quickly answers his own question. "Not too keen on going back, are you?" "Not really." "Having the family breathing down your neck about still being single is a bit much for you, ain't it?" "You have no idea," you groan. "Uh, well," Paul starts, awkwardly scratching the stubble on his chin. "I might have a small idea." That catches you off guard. He doesn't know what the others have been saying, does he? You try to play it cool, as if you don't know exactly what he's talking about. "What do you mean? What are they saying?" Nailed it. "They think it's weird I'm sitll single at my age. Janet even once asked if it was a cyclops thing. Nah, it's not a cyclops thing. It's a me thing. Just never found the right person, you know?" "I get that," you say with a nod of agreement. "Besides," he continues, "I don't need anyone else. I've got you and your folks. Even Chloe!" That brings the biggest smile to your face. Looking over at the house, you're struck with an idea. "How's this, Paul? We ditch this place, take all the booze, and go to the beach? We can get hammered on the sands and watch the sunset." Paul thinks for a moment. "You know, that doesn't sound like a terrible idea, Kiddo. How about you kick this baby into gear and we go get sand in our shorts?" With a laugh the engine roars back to life and off you go towards the beach. You'll send your dad a message when you get there so he doesn't worry about where the two of you disappeared to. Will he be mad about you suddenly ditching his party? No doubt. Not that you really care. The thing you need now is to get away from judgey relatives who love to hold every one of your perceived 'flaws' over your head. And what better way to do that than frolicking in the waves with a hot, bigger than life cyclops? You'd much rather have his giant belly shoved in your face than Chloe's, after all. [[Continue|BeachTime]]

You and Paul sit on the sands, on an old blanket he fished out from the back of his truck, watching as the sun sets over the ocean. It's a nice way to end an exhausting day. Even if the distant calming sounds of seagulls and waves are unterrupted by a loud shout of, "You're shitting me!" followed by a howl of laughter. "As if I'd joke about something like that," you tell Paul. "Seriously, worst date ever. I mean, who brings their grandmother with them on a first date? And then she ends up doing all the talking. Asks me about every little detail about my life. Surprised she didn't ask how often I take a dump." Paul almost chokes on his beer. "So, yeah, that's why I gave up on dating apps. It wasn't the only bad date but it was no doubt one of the weirdest." "Dating apps," Paul says with a shake of his head. "Everything's online these days. No one ever meets in person anymore." You give a shrug. "It's more convenient that way. Especially with how much easier it is to get rid of creeps. Online I can block them but it's a lot harder to escape a weirdo at the bar. Not unless you're very good at jumping out of bathroom wwindows." "I get that. Hey, you think maybe I should try one of these app thingies myself? Been a good couple of years since I was in a serious relationship and I think it's about time I jump back into the dating pool." "Sounds like a good idea," your mouth says while your insides tighten. "You think you could show me how it works?" he asks. "You were always so muh better at these technology things than I was. Like that time you fixed my internet." "Readjusting a loose cable hardly makes me a tech expert." "I still wouldn't mind you helping me." He groans then add, "Damn, its been ages since I got any." You almost drop your beer. Talking about dating is one thing but sex? Certain topics are off limits and that's always been one of them. Up until now, apparently. Realising what he said, Paul's face grows bright red. "Shit, my bad, Kiddo. Forgot who I was talking to for a minute there." "Nah, it's fine. We're both adults, right?" you say, hoping he doesn't notice how flushed your own face has become. "Geez, where did the time go? Feels like only yesterday I was teaching you how to ride a bicycle." "And buying ice cream to cheer me up whenever I fell over." "Which was all the damn time. Don't think I've ever met someone as bad at riding a bike as you were." "Or maybe I was falling on purpose," you say with a smile. "A grazed knee and some crocodile tears is nothing when you know ice cream is around the corner." "You litte shit!" Paul yells with a bark of laughter as he gives you a playful shove. While the touch was quick, it leaves you aching for more. You wonder if you should risk it. You scoot a little closer until your shoudler are practically touching. Thankfully, Paul doesn't seem to care about the lack of personal space and doesn't comment on it. You finish your beer and grab another from the six pack beside you. Well, what was once a six pak. Outside the one in your hand, there's only one beer left. "Hey, hand me a can, will you?" Paul says. Correction: There was one can left. [[Continue|TheFinalBeer]]

You've had two each and you're now starting to feel it. There's still another couple of packs in the truck but they need to stay there or else you'll end up doing or saying something you'll regret. Your inhibitions always fly out the window when you've had one too many and the last thing you need now is an alcohol induced incident involving Paul. "But back to the dating thing," Paul continues before stopping to awkwardly scratch the back of his head."Actually, I dunno. Maybe I shouldn't even bother. An old, fat man like me is hardly a catch." "Come on, Paul, that's absolute rubbish and you know it. There are a lot of people out there that would date you," you say, hoping he doesn't hear the hint of need in your voice." "Maybe." He doesn't sound convinced. "Still, it's not easy to get back in the saddle at forty-five. It's not like it is for you youngsters." "You think dating's easy because I'm young? As if. The amount of trash I have to wade through and I still can't find a decent guy. We need to face facts, Paul. Dating sucks no matter the age." "I'll drink to that," he says before throwing his head back and downing a heavy drink of beer. "What wouldn't you drink to?" "Absolutely nothing. And I'll drink to that!" "You know what? I think I will, too." The two of you down the last of your beers, your eye trained on Paul's bobbing Adam's apple as it bounces thanks to the bitter liquid. Your mind is still swimming from the dating talk. [['"You know, maybe the person you\'re looking for is closer than you think."'|CyclopsOneChoiceTwo][$cyclopsendingone +=1]] [['"How about I help you download that app now?"'|CyclopsTwoChoiceTwo][$cyclopsendingtwo +=1]]

"You know, maybe the person you're looking for is closer than you think," you find yourself saying without thinking. "You think so? Well, maybe. There is this pretty cute barista at the coffee shop I go to. Think I should ask for a date?" "That's not really what I meant," you mumble under your breath. "What was that?" "Nothing." You decide to change the subject. "Hey, how about a swim?" [[Continue|YaySwimmies]]

"How about I help you download that app now?" you ask, thinking that maybe hooking him up with someone else is for the best. Maybe once he's off the market it will help get him off your mind? It totally won't hurt like hell to see him with another person, nope, not at all. "That would be great but I don't have any data on my phone. Maybe I'll drop by your place next weekend and we can do it then?" "Bring a pizza or two and maybe I'll be able to clear up my busy schedule." "Ah, the classic food bribe. It's the ice cream all over again." "How were you bribing me with ice cream?" you ask, eyebrow raised. "I thought that was to cheer me up when I was upset." "And to stop you crying. Nothing hurts my eardrums more than a crying kiddo." "I get that." You then change the subject by saying, "Hey, how about a swim?" [[Continue|YaySwimmies]]

"I dunno, Kiddo," Paul say as he looks over at the water. "Might be too cold. Besides, we didn't bring any swimsuits." You're about to suggest going in in your underwear but decide against it. You don't think you'll survive seeing Paul in his unmentionables. You get another idea. You stand and pull up your jeans to just above your knees and say, "Okay, no actual swimming. We'll have to deal with only water walkies instead." You make your way to the shoreline where you tenderly dip a toe in for testing. The water feels wonderful and soon you're in up to your knees. You wave over at Paul and yell, "Come on in! This feels great!" Pauls seems to think for a moment, wondering if this is some scheme to get him to freeze to death, before deciding otherwise and stands up. He still says, however, "You better not be messing with me. I swear, if I come over there and it's like taking a bath in the North Pole..." But when he does finally pluck up the courage to join you, his eye widens in pleasant surrpise. "Hey, this does feel pretty good." "See? I may con you out of frozen treats but I'm not completely evil." Then, without warning, Paul runs one of his massive hands through the watter, splashing you with enough salty liquid that you're left spluttering. With a grin, he says, "Maybe not but I am." "You son of a-" But before you have a chance to finish, he's on the attack once more and soon you're soaked head to toe. While he pauses long enough to laugh at your appearane of a drowned rat, you take this opportunity to get your revenge. You place the palms of your hands on his chest and give him a mighty shove. His arms flail commically and you have to fight the urge to yell "Tiiiimbeeeer" as he falls backwards with a loud splash. His head breaks the surface and he blinks rapidly to get rid of the saltwater around his eye. "That was just mean, Kiddo," he says, but with a grin that lets you knowh he isn't really mad. "Hey, you started it," you say with a smirk of your own. Then, your heart stops. [[Continue|OneWetBoi]]

Paul stands up, his drenched clothes now clinging to his body, outlining his form in such a way it leaves little to the imagination. Your eyes immediatly fall to his crotch. "Holy shit," you find yourself saying out loud before you can stop yourself. "Uh, you okay there, Kiddo? Your eyes are like saucers." "Your body's amazing," you say without thinking. "I...what?" Paul gives a nervous chuckle. "Don't be weird, Kiddo." "I'm not a kid!" you snap, glaring as you look at Paul's shocked face. You've never complained about the silly nickname before, so, your sudden anger at it has caught him off guard. But it's true. You're not a child anymore. You're an adult and he needs to know that. You think back on the moment when he made a comment about not having sex in a while. A silly moment but you like to believe it's proof he doesn't see you as the child he likes to pretend he does. You do your best to clam yourself down and, ignoring your own outburst, tell him, "I'm just saying you're not a bad looking guy. It shouldn't be hard for you to find someone, you know?" "You really think so?" He looks down at his body. He lifts up his shirt to reveal his entire belly before grabbing it and giving it a bit of a juggle. "You really think someone would be okay wth this? Uh, you okay there? You're looking kinda funny." You need to get out of here. If he lifts his shirt any higher you're fairly certain you're going to pass out. "I'm going back to the blanket," you say before turning to move as fast as you can back to the shore. [[Continue|TooHornyCantFunction]]

You collapse onto the blanket, face buried in the old thing, trying your hardest to hide from your horny thoughts. This is absolute torture. You wonder if maybe you should head home before you do or say something you'll regret. Even more than you already do. There's the crunching of feel on sand behind you and then you hear Paul say, "It's not nice to pick on an old man like that." You roll over onto your back and stare up at the annoyed face of Paul looming over you. "Excuse me?" you ask, brow furrowed in confusion. His expression turns to one of embarrassment before he says, "You were making fun of me. You say I look good only to panic and run away when I show you more of me. I know I'm not the best looker but that was just cruel." The hurt in his voice makes your heart ache. He thinks you ran because you find him ugly, meanwhile that couldn't be further from the truth. You need to tell him. He needs to know how attractive he really is. So, after a deep breath to steady yourself, you say, "I think you're insanely sexy. I find you so hot that sometimes I struggle to function. Every time you turn around? Yeah, I'm checking out your arse. And when you lifted your shirt? It took everything in me not to grab it and rip the whole damn thing off. You are no doubt one of the best looking guys out there and that isn't a lie." Paul pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking about all that you just said. Your heart is hammering in your chest. After all this time you've finally admitted to the man how you feel. Well, partly. He knows you find him attractive but not how you have actual feelings for him. Maybe today us finally the day you muster enough courage to shoot your shot? You're pretty sure he's figured out you wouldn't mind doing indecent things with him, so, maybe now is the time you finally reveal you'd also like holding hands and going on proper dates between all the hot as hell fucking. [[Continue|OverStepping]]

It's starting to grow dark. The cool breeze makes you shiver, not helped by the sopping wet clothes clinging to your body. The two of you sit in complete silence once more with you inwardly panicking over what to do next. Should you tell him how you feel? Or maybe go straight to apologising for all the TMI? Much to your surprise, Paul is the one to speak first. "So, uh, about all that stuff you said..." He pauses for a moment. "You really think I'm good looking, huh?" You can't help but laugh. "Really? What gave you that idea?" "There were a few small signs," he says as grin spreads across his face. His goofy grin and dumb joke makes your heart melt. "Oh my god. You know it's dumb stuff like that that's the reason I'm in love with you, right?" "You...what?" The jolly mood grows tense when you realise what you just said. Being attracted to him is one thing but love? Your head is spinning thinking of the best way to backtrack this whole awkward scenario. Maybe you can play it off as a bad joke? Play dumb and gaslight him into believing you never said anything and he was simply hearing things? Or you could throw all those absolutely terrible ideas out the window and finally admit to Paul your true feelings for him. Before your mind has time to process what your body is doing, you're leaning over to press your lips to his. Paul grows tense for a moment and you're about to pull away when, much to your shock, he begins kissing back. The motion is gentle, slow, and over way too soon. When the two of you part to stare at one another, neither sure of what to do or say next, it's Paul that breaks the silence first. "Holy shit." You nod in agreement. "That sounds about right." You need to do more. But are you really prepared to step over that line? [[Continue|CyclopsForeplay]]

Forget stepping over the line, you're goddamn pole vaulting over it. Your lips meet once more and this time it's far more heated than the last. It doesn't take long until your tongues begin intertwining, never breaking away, intensity only growing stronger as you climb into Paul's lap. Then his large hands are on your hips, holding you firmly in place. He doesn't want you going anywhere and that's your sentiments exactly. It isn't long before he grows even bolder with his hands moving upwards, diving under your shirt to slide along your sides and back. He's exploring you as much as he can, touching every inch of skin in his reach, and now your shivering has nothing to do with the cold. If anything, your body is growing far hotter than it has any right to be. His lips finally let you go and he looks at you as though he wants to say something but becomes distracted when you begin peppering kisses on his forhead, cheek, and then move along down to his neck. The tip of your tongue swipes across his skin, tasting the leftover salt from his dip in the ocean. You back upwards to nibble on the lobe of his ear, earning you a hitch in his breath in response. You give his ear a quick flick of your tongue before whispering into it, "If you want me to stop then tell me." You're giving him a way out, a way to end it before you go any further and wind up doing something you'll never be able to come back from. Without skipping a beat, Paul says, "Like hell I want this to stop." A smile spreads across your face before you pull away from him to grab the hem of your shirt. You lift it up and away <<if $chestselect is "yesbreasts">>to reveal your breasts <<elseif $chestselect is "nobreasts">>to reveal your pecs <</if>>with your nipples becoming erect as they're hit with the cold night air. You then slide out of his lap to remove your jeans and underwear, his eye growing wide at the sight of your completely naked form. "Like what you see?" you ask. "You look amazing," he responds in absolute awe of you. "Not as amazing as you do. How do you feel about showing me more of that incredible body of yours?" "If you don't think my flab will ruin the moment." He may laugh as he says this but you can hear the hint of uneasiness in his voice. This self-deprecation simply won't do. You grab ahold of his face with your hands, look him dead in that big, beautiful eye of his and say, "If you talk down about yourself one more time then I'm going to end this and go home. Got it?" Paul laughs, this one sounding more genuine. "Okay, I get it. No more shit talking myself." "Good," you say with a sharp nod before adding, "Now, how about we get you out of those wet clothes?" "Way ahead of you," Paul says as he throws off his shirt. Meanwhile, you make quick work of his shorts, revealing a nice long and thick cock with am impessively massive set of balls nestled below it. The only problem is his shaft's a little on the flaccid side. Being that he's not as young as he once was, you figure he might need a little help standing at full attention. And it's help you're more than happy to supply. <<if $positionselect is "giver">>[[Continue|CyclopsIsBottom]] <<elseif $positionselect is "receiver">>[[Continue|CyclopsIsTop]] <</if>>

Your eyes immediatly fall to Paul's chest. His pecs are on the larger side and sag a bit. Kind of reminds you of a pair of tits, really. Only these are a lot more appealing seeing as they're attached to Paul. Licking your lips, you grab one, giving it a generous squeeze, making Paul jump. "Woah, $player_name! Warn a guy before you suddenly grab him like that," he half-heartedly scolds you. "You know, the other one is looking a little lonely, don't you think?" Your free hand finds its way to the neglected one. Now with a mound in each palm, you smirk as you begin to fondle and grope. They really are like boobs with how squishy they are. You release one to slide your hand down Paul's chest, over his impressive stomach, to stop at the bush of hair above his groin. In a double attack, your fingers wrap around his dick while your lips do the same to his now bare nipple. Your tongue swirls around the pert nub while your hand makes quicky work of his member. His limp shaft starts coming to life, your heart quickening at the feeling of him growing in your hand. "That feels nice," Paul says with a heavy breath. An extra hard suckle makes him grunt. "That feels really nice." Your hand's movements grow faster, your thumb occasionally flickng over his moistened tip, spreading the clear liquid rising from his slit all across his head. You move upwards enough to run your palm over the wet area before sliding back downwards, doing your best to lube his dick with his own juices, making pumping much slicker than before. "Oh, yeah, keep going like that," Pauls says as he goes from his sitting position to a more relaxed lying down one. You go down with him, refusing to release his nipple just yet from the pleasurable abuse your lips are giving it. Your hand picks up speed around his shaft and you're beginning to marvel at the sheer amount of pre the cyclops is releasing. You're hoping his cum is the same. With how massive his balls are, you wouldn't be surprised. Now that your hand is absolutely coated in his juices, a deliciously brilliant idea crowds into your mind. While your lips and the hand on his chest are still at work, you release Paul's shaft so that your now free hand can begin to head downward, giving his massive balls a squeeze before moving to his hole. Your fingers are nice and libricated from all the precum, meaning that when you press a finger to his entrance, it's sucked in quite nicely. "Woah, uh, never had anything down there before," Paul admits as he looks down at where your hand has disappeared below his groin. Paul's admission sends a thrill through you. Your mouth finally releases his nipple in order to say, "Don't worry, I'll make sure losing your hole virginity is a lot of fun." "Been a long time since I've lost any kind of virginity," Paul chuckles. You laugh along with his dumb joke as you continue to slide your finger in. It isn't long until the entire digit is engulfed by his warm walls and you're asking him, "Does it feel okay? It doesn't hurt or anything?" "Nah, a little thing like that wouldn't hurt me." You shoot him a smirk. <<if $genitalselect is "penis" or "both">>"Hopefully you'll be able to handle what I give you after you're nice and stretched. Believe me, it's far from little."<<elseif $genitalselect is "vagina">>"That's good. Then I'm sure you'll be able to hand a few more."<</if>> You slide another finger in, earning you a grunt in response from the large man. You begin pumping your fingers in and out, occasionally scissoring them in order to stretch him further. As you're doing this, you begin poking around, carefully watching his face for any change in expression. When his eyes shut tight and he lets out another groan, you know you've found his sweet spot. "You like it right here, huh?" you say as you hook your fingers, pressing against that area you hope will have him seeing stars. "Oh, fuck, that feels eans amazing," he says with a breathy moan. "Never thought about fiddling around down there before. Can't believe I've been missing out all these years." "Hey, how about you flip over and I show you a really good time?" you say as you pull your fingers out. Paul rolls over and raises himself to his hands and knees. You're practially drooling at the sighte of those two large globes of meat staring back at you. You can't wait to bury yourself between them. Looking over his shoulder at you, Paul sees your mesmmerized face and says, "What's wrong, Kiddo? Getting awfully quiet back there. Cat got yor tongue?" Your lips form a thin line at the mention of that nickname you're now growing to resent. Wanting to show him exactly who's boss, you raise a hand before bringing it down forecully across the soft skin of his backside. Paul helps as you grin at the way the cheek jiggles from the impact. "What's wrong, Paul?" you snicker. "Can't take a little punishment from the 'Kiddo'?" "All right, all right. I'm sorry for calling you that," he says with a wince. You give his rear end a gentle pat in acceptance of his apology. <<if $genitalselect is "vagina">>[[Continue|CyclopsBottomVag]] <<elseif $genitalselect is "penis" or "both">>[[Continue|CyclopsBottomPenOrVagPen]] <</if>>

You waste no time climbing back into Paul's lap. Your bare backside is parked nicely on his thick thighs as you move to wrap your arms around his neck. "Best seat in the house," you say with a smirk. Paul sucks in a deep breath then asks, "Can I touch you?" You can't help but laugh. "You haven't had any problems doing that so far." You place a small kiss on his nose and add, "But it's nice you doubled checked. You're more than welcome to fondle me as much as your cute little heart can take. And now that it's settled I want your hands all over me...what are you waiting for? A formal invitation?" Not needing to be told twice, Pauls hands are on you once more, this time reaching around to grab a nice helping of backside. His hands are so large that each one of your cheeks fits more than nicely into a palm. He pulls you even closer to him until your bodies are pressed tight against one another. The heat coming off his skin is more than enough to override any cold you were beginning to feel from the rapidly chilling beach air. Night's coming but you don't care. Paul will be more than able to keep you nice and warm. He places a tentative kiss on your shoulder, testing the waters. But after a few more light touches here and there, he soon finds his footing and is peppering kisses along every inch of skin he can reach. You throw your head back, gving him pentiful access to your neck, breath hitching as his lips move over your skin. Any nerves or worries he may have had before are completely gone, instead replaced by a man ready to explore a much of your body as he can. And you're more than ready to let him. You lean back even more, pushing yourself away from him to expose your bare chest. Your nipples have grown hard, more from arousal than the cool air. After all, it's hard to remain chilly when you see how hungry the man is as his gaze slides over your naked form. Paul wastes no time in latching onto a nipple. Like the rest of him, his tongue is equally large and the way it swirls around your pert bud before flicking it makes your head spin. It's now that you notice Paul's shaft isn't as sleepy anymore as it presses firmly against your thigh. You're amazed at how much pre it's leaking, your leg becoming absolutely soaked. You wonder if his cum will be as abundant. Eyeing his cock more, the very idea of having that monster inside you is enough to make you moan. Then another rough movement of his tongue catches you off guard and the sounds that follows is no doubt one of the filfthiest you've ever made. Paul removes his face from your chest give you a smirk. "You like that, huh?" "Maybe just a little," you reply, happy you're already sitting because your legs feel like jelly. You take a moment to catch your breath before saying, "How about we kick this up a notch?" Before he can reply, you're off his lap once more, this time to lie down on your back, spread eagle in front of him. Paul watches you, his singular green eye open almost as wide as your legs. "Are you sure?" he asks. "Paul, I've been sure about this for longer than I feel comfortable letting you. Now, are you going to eat me out or..." In an instant, Paul's face is between your legs, mouth practically drooling as its inches away from your hole. [[Continue|CyclopsTopAnyGenitals]]

Deciding he's not a fan of staying up, Paul lowers himself onto his belly. Now nice and comfortable on the blanket, he says to you, "Hey, don't keep a guy waiting." You're still salivating over the two large blobs that are Paul's backside. You could suffocate between those cheeks and you'd die happy. You lick your lips and say, "This is going to be so much tastier than ice cream." "What was that-ah!" Paul is interrupted by your sudden grabbing of each meaty cheek in a hand, spreading them to reveal that glorious bud of his. Positively craving that cyclops flavour, you don't waste any time in going in, hitting his hole hard and fast with your eager tongue right out the gate. He seems to melt at this, his entire body going limp as your mouth works its magic. "Damn, that feels good," you hear him say with a heavy breath. "Think you can go a little deeper?" You shove into him as far as you can go, tongue fucking him as hard as you can. That's when you feel him begin to move, rocking his hips back and forth. It takes you a moment to realise he's doing this to rub his poor neglected cock across the ground, an attempt to get any kind of friction he can. The downside to this is that it's made it so that your actions between his cheeks have become erratic, his sloppyg movements making it so that your own actions are a rough mess. Paul then reaches around behind himself with one of those large hands of his to grab ahold of the back of your head. Before you have time to process what he's doing, he's pushing your face to his hole as hard as he can, his cheeks practically engulfing your entire head. Maybe you actually will die via cyclops arse. His overeagerness is arousing you even more and your legs begin to shake underneath you as your pussy cries out be be touched. You bring your hand to your heated mound. You're so wet that two fingers slide between your folds easily and soon you're rubbing yourself in time with Paul's thrusts. The chorus of moans from the two of you mix with the sound of the ocean as you both become lost in the pleasure. You soon feel your orgasm approching and you want Paul to join you. And, so, you pull your face away from his hole and replace your tongue with three fingers. Your thrusts are brutal, hard and fast, doing your best to make sure you ht that certain spot within him with every pump. Paul decides to get back on his hands and knees so that his bucking backwards can go even harder. "Yeah, right there. Fuck me right there," he says as is body shakes while both your hands move in a wild fashion. "You have no idea how sexy you sound talking like that," you say, breath heavy and sweat on your brow. You slow down your actions. "Go on. Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you. I won't let you finish if you don't." "Cheeky little shit," Paul says with hoarse laughter. He decides to play along anyway and add, "I want you to pound me. Fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk tomorrow. Give it to me or else I'll-" You're not surprised when he comes before he finishes his sentence but you are surprised by just how much baby batter there is. His dick is like a hose as the ground beneath him becomes covered in white. His balls are big but holy shit. Where does he keep it all? The sight of the mess arouses you even further and you wonder what it would be like to be involved in a one person bukkake. The thought tips you over the edge and soon you're coming with a satisfied sigh. Paul's arms wobble before giving out beneath him and he crashes face first onto the blanket and into his own orgasmic mess. "Paul! Are you okay?" you ask, worried. He raises a shaky arm and gives you a silent thumbs up. [[Continue|AfterCleanup]]

<<if $genitalselect is "penis">>Damn if your cock isn't hard as hell. <<elseif $genitalselect is "both">>Damn if your cock isn't hard has hell and your pussy nice and wet. <</if>>You're more than ready to make him scream. Not able to stand it anymore, you grab onto his thick hips and slide your meat between his cheeks. You're surprised when his body grows rigid. "You okay there, Paul?" you ask, concerned. "Sorry, $player_name. Just a tad nervous. Never had a, um, dick in there before. Sure as hell is bigger than the fingers." You do your best to use a reassuring tone as you say, "Don't worry. If it gets too much for you then you can tell me to stop and I will. I want this to be fun for the both of us, not just me. Tell me when you're ready and I'll-" "I'm ready," he says before you can even finish your sentence. "You sure about that?" you ask, not entirely buying it. "Yeah, I'm a little nervous but I'm also excited as hell. So, come on, do your worst! Or, uh, maybe little less than your worst." "If that's what the gentleman wants," you say with a chuckle as you begin grinding against him. <<if $genitalselect is "penis">>You're so hard by now that it's beginning to hurt. <<elseif $genitalselect is "both">>You're so hard by now that it's beginning to hurt, not to mention your pussy juices are sliding down your legs. <</if>>Unable to take anymore, you pull back slightly to press the tip of your dick to Paul's puckered hole. With a lick of your lips, you slowly move your hips forward. Paul groans as you continue to move forwrd, pushing futher in until your entire head is engulfed in that glorious heat. You push even more, until your shaft is half swallowed up, before stopping to ask, "Doing good, Paul?" Breathing heavy, he says, "More than good. Holy shit, that feels amazing." "Glad to hear it," you say with a grin as you go in even further. Now you're fully inside of him and the heat around you is so intense you know you won't be able to hold back much longer. When you think he's adjusted enough to your girth, you begin thrusting. You want to slam into him but you keep your movements slow and shallow, the exact way you think a beginner like Paul should be treated. He seems to have other ideas, however, and soon he's saying, "Geez, $player_name, what do you take me for? I ain't some porcelain doll. Now, fuck me like you mean it!" "Uh, are you sure about that?" "I ain't afraid of a little pain. Might actually be fun." You decide not to comment on his possible masochistic tendencies and instead so ahead as the man asks. You quickly begin picking up speed and soon the sound in the air is a mixture of the sloshing waves and the wet smacking of skin against skin. You're not surprised when he comes but you are surprised by just how much baby batter there is. His dick is like a hose as the ground beneath him becomes covered in while. His balls are big but holy shit. Where does he keep it all? The sight of the mess arouses you even further and you wonder what it would be like to be involved in a one person bukkake. The thought tips you over the edge and you're soon coming with a satisfied sigh, your own milky white essence filling him as pleasure pours over your body. When you pull out, Paul's arms wobble before giving out beneath him and he crashes face first onto the blanket and into his own orgasmic mess. "Paul! Are you okay?" you frantically ask. He raises a shaky arm and gives you a silent thumbs up. [[Continue|AfterCleanup]]

The two of you clean yourselves, and the blanket, in the ocean. You then toss the soaking wet blanket into the back of the truck and put your wet clothes back on. The clothes feel uncomfortable as they stick to your skin, but it's not as though you have time to wait for them to dry before heading home. Speaking of, neither of you are ready to head back just head. So, instead you sit on the sandy beach, looking across the water as it reflets the moon, your arms wrapped around one another. This is a far more romantic ending to the day than you were expecting. It's ruined by you violently shaking as an extra chilly breeze from the cold night air hits you. Noting your shaking, Paul pulls you in even closer and begins to rub your arm with one of his large hands in an attempt to warm you up. It's warming you up, all right. A certain part below is especially growing hot. As thoughts of going a second rounds floods your mind, Paul speaks up with, "Hey, how about we get outta here? I know you messaged your dad when we got here but it's getting pretty late and we don't want the others to worry." You let out an exasperated groan. "Do we have to go? This is so nice. You're so big and cuddly." For emphasis you give his large body a squeeze. "Yeah, this ain't half bad," he says in an almost wistful tone. But Paul does have a point. It might be time to check up on your old man. [[Honestly, who cares? You can check your phone later. It's time for more cuddles.|CyclopsOneChoiceThree][$cyclopsendingone +=1]] [[Reluctantly get up and check your phone.|CyclopsTwoChoiceThree][$cyclopsendingtwo +=1]]

"Dad and the rest of them can wait," you tell Paul. "This is way too cozy," "Yeah," is all Paul says, looking somewhat distracted. "What's wrong?" "I think maybe you should really check up on your dad..." "What? Why?" you ask. "Because he's your father and might be worried about you?" "Okay, fine." With an annoyed groan you pull away from the wonderful warmth that is Paul to stand up and head towards the truck to grab your phone.You cringe when you look at the screen and notice several missed calls. Maybe you shouldn't have put it on silent. You then open your messages to find a string of comments from various family members that get more and more angry with each one. "Yeah, I don't think anyone's happy we skipped out on the party. Chloe sent an especially delightful text telling us to come back." A devilish idea then hits you. "But neither of us are exactly sober enough to drive, are we?" "I dunno, I feel pretty-" "Neither of us are sober enough to drive," you repeat, more forceful, and then add, "I think it's a good idea for us to stay the night in your truck. Preferably without clothes." It takes him a moment but Paul eventually catches on and he's soon nodding along, saying, "You're completely right. We're way too hammered to drive. Or wear clothes." You send a quick message to Chloe saying you're drunk and will spend the night with Paul. You decide it's best not to go into further detail. [[Continue|InTheTruck]]

You really, REALLY don't want to get up right now, but you do feel at least a little bad for ditching the party. With a sigh you pull away from the wonderful warmth that is Paul to stand up and head towards the truck to grab your phone. You cringe when you look at the screen to notice several missed calls. Maybe you shouldn't have put it on silent. You then open your messages to find a string of comments from various family members that get more and more angry with each one. "Yeah, I don't think anyone's happy we skipped out on the party. Chloe sent an especially delightful text telling us to come back." A devilish idea then hits you. "But neither of us are exactly sober enough to drive, are we?" "I dunno, I feel pretty-" "Neithe of us are sober enough to drive," you repeat, more forceful, and then add, "I think it's a good idea to stay the night in your truck. Preferably without clothes." You send a quick message to Chloe saying you're drunk and will spend the night with Paul. You decide it's best not to go into further detail. [[Continue|InTheTruck]]

The two of you lie on your backs in the back of Paul's truck, gazes trained upwards towards the stars. A silencce hangs over the two of you that, for the first time, is awkward and uncomfortable. There's a question hanging in the air that neither of you are brave enough to ask. What happens now? You'd like an actual relationship, of course, what anyone else thinks be damned. You don't care how upset it would make your family. But what does Paul want? He turns his head to look at you and your heartbeat quickens as he opens his mouth to speak. <<if $cyclopsendingone gte 2>>[[Continue|CyclopsEndingTwoPTONE]]<<elseif $cyclopsendingtwo gte 2>>[[Continue|CyclopsEndingOnePTONE]] <</if>>

"I think I want this." Your thumping heart jumps into your throat as you struggle to find the words to say next, ending up on a garbled mess of, "I, you, huh?" Paul laughs at your less than eloquent attempt at a sentence as he rolls onto his side and props himself up on an elbow. You do the same. He's smiling as he says, "You're not a child anymore. You haven't been for a long time and it's crazy to think its taken me this long to notice." His voice becomes low as he continues with, "And I think I'd like to spend more time with the you that you've become. Maybe at a movie and dinner?" You break into the biggest grin and say, "Only if you're buying." "Ah, so, I gotta bribe you to date me, huh? Pretty sure there's a word for someone like that." "Yeah. Opportunistic." Finding the distance between you simply too much, Paul scoots closer until you're mere inches apart, so close you're able to feel the warmth radiating off of his body once more. He's so near to you that you can see the little flecks of brown in his green eye. You finding yourself saying, "I like your eye." "My eye? Is this the part where I find you're only interested in me because you have some kind of cyclops fetish?" "Don't worry," you say with a smile, "there's only one cyclops I'm interested in." And with that you close the small gap between you, a jolt of electricity running through your body to an almost dizzying degree as your lips meet. You're still struggling to wrap your head around the fact you'll be able to do this even more from now on. But just because you'll be able to kiss him again doesn't mean you want this particular moment to end. The two of you quickly realise that putting your clothes back on what pointless. [[But What Comes Next?|CyclopsEndingOnePTTWO]]

"I don't know if I want this or not." His words fill you with a strange mix of emotions. It wasn't a no but it wasn't exactly a yes either. All you can do is give him a small nod and say, "I get it if you need more time to think things over." "I really am sorry I can't give you a straight answer right now. It's just that it all happened so fast and-" "Don't worry, I get it," you say, cutting him off. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little upset but you'd also be lying if you said you didn't understand where he's coming from. The two of you really did head into things too quickly. While you're certain you want a real relationship, Paul will need time. And you'll do your best to be patient about it, no matter how much you want this. "You sure you're not mad at me?" Paul asks you, a look of worry in his eye. "Because the last thing I want is you never speaking to me again." "Paul, I'm not going to cut you out of my life because you don't want to take long romantic walks with me on the beach." "Or bang you on the beach." "Or bang me on the beach." He laughs at his own dumb joke and the sight of his smile makes your heart ache. You want to touch him. You want to touch him so badly it hurts. He's so close that it really wouldn't take much to simply lean over and kiss him. But you're scared that might be too smothering for him at this time. Instead you close your eyes and drift off to the sound of the ocean. [[But What Comes Next?|CyclopsEndingTwoPTTWO]]

"What about this place?" You hold up your phone to Paul, the homepage of a seaside restaurant on the screen. "It only opened a couple of months ago but its got rave reviews already. Apparently they do the best malva puddings. Not that it's hard to screw up a malva pudding but still." As the two of you walk through the grocery store on the hunt for tonight's dinner, you can't help but think how wonderful this year together has been. You've even recently discussed moving into his place. The amount of time you spend there you pracically do already. You're pretty sure you haven't stepped foot in your apartment in about four days. Right now you've never been happier that the majority of your job can be done online, meaning you can stay at his place as long as you want as long as you have your laptop with you. With your anniversary right around the corner, it would be nice to go out somewhere. And as cliche as simply going out to dinner is, there's something special about the particular restaurant you suggested. "Hey, isn't that by the beach we hooked up at?" Paul asks, it clicking after he sees the address. "Yup!" you say, positvely beaming. "So, what do you think?" "Sounds good. I'll make a reservation when we get back home." Home. The word makes you smile. It's really not only his home anymore, is it? Paul picks up a bag of rice off of a nearby shelf. "How does fried rice sound for dinner? We can get some onions and mushrooms to put in it." You agree and he tosses the bag into your cart. You're about to head to the veggie section when you hear a familiar man's voice call out behind you. "Hey, Paul! Long time no see, Brother. Where've you been hiding? And is that $player_name with you?" You go into panic mode at the sight of your father standing there, a basket full of groceries in hand. You immediatly take a step away from Paul, trying your best to make sure the two of you don't look too comfortable together. A year on and still no one in your family has any clue about you and Paul. You've tried many times to bring it up but always end up chickening out when you think about how exactly they'll react. It doesn't matter you and Paul are consenting adults, you know it won't end well. "So, what're you two up to?" your dad asks, smiling, completely unaware of what's going on right in front of him. Thinking up an excuse quick, you say, "Not much. Was just doing some shopping when I, um, ran into Paul. Isn't that right, Paul?" "Yeah, defintely. We met here entirely on accident," Paul says as he's wearing the most uncomfortable and forced smile you've ever seen. Completely blind to your obvious awkwardness, your dad asks, "Dinner? You are coming tonight, right, $player_name?" "Tonight?" Paul looks at you with a confused expression. "You've got plans for tonight?" //What about our plans?// his face seems to say. You let out an exhausted sigh. "Sorry but I already told Chloe I won't be able to make it to her place tonight. I know she wants to celebrate her second pregnancy," you try not to cringe at the fact her first isn't even a year old yet, "but I sort of have a prior engagement, you see..." "With your new boyfriend?" Your jaw drops. [[Continue|CyclopsEndingOnePTTHREE]]

Your old man lets out a light laugh as he adds, "I may not be a spring chicken anymore but I wasn't born yesterday, $player_name. The way you're always too busy to spend time with your family and the few times we do see you you're acting like you're on cloud nine! So, it's either a new guy or got an amazing promotion at work." You take a moment to look between the smiling face of your dad and the shocked one of Paul's. You know what you have to do next. "You got me," you say. "I got a promotion at work. Can't hide anything from you, can I?" You swear he looks disappointed. But it's soon masked by a cheery tone of, "That's great. You do work really hard and you deserve it." "Thanks, Dad," you say, unable to look him in the eye. You really wish you didn't have to lie. "Well, I better get going. Your mom will have my head if I don't come back with her Pringles soon," he says with a little laugh. When he's gone and you and Paul are alone once more, the two of you let out a simultaneous groan. "We really have to tell them one day," you say with a sigh. "But it's hard," Paul finishes your thought. "Yeah..." After an uncomfortable moment of quiet, Paul puts on his best smile and says, "Well, this dinner isn't going to make itself. How about we get those mushrooms, ey?" You'll tell them one day when you're ready. But for now you're happy just having dinner with your cyclops boyfriend. THE END

Its been a tumultuous year to say the least. What has been dubbed //The Incident// happened only a few days after your get together with Paul on the beah. Your sister had her baby and, while a happy moment initially, it was ruined for you by numerous relatives feeling that this was the perfect time to let loose snide remarks about you still being single and childless. After what felt like the hundreth comment about how you're not getting any younger (because twenty-five is ancient apparently), you found yourself running to Paul for comfort. What started out with simply wanting a shoulder to cry on and a few tender words, ended with the two of you naked once more and in each other's embrace. You quickly learned that this wasn't going to be a one time thing. Over the months that followed, whenever the two of you had need to forget the troubles of the world, you'd go to each other for comfort. Then, much to your dismay, whenever afterwords you'd try to bring up being more than simply screw buddies, Paul would say he'd need more time to think about it and that you'd talk about it another day. Wash, rinse, repeat until a year after your time on the beach. Now you're lying naked in bed together, arms wraped around on another, a regular occurene these day. But you can't find yourself enjoying it, not with these lingering feelings trapped inside of you. You love Paul and your time together has only made these feelings stronger. You haven't brought up being an official item lately. Well, in the haze of your afterglow seems like as good a time as any to bring it up. "Hey, Paul, about us-" You don't even get to finish your sentence before Paul is letting out a hurried, "You hungry? I'm starving. It's nearly dinnertime so how about I whip us something up?" He then pulls away from you to climb out of bed. He picks his boxers up off the floor, slipping them on before he steps out the room to march downstairs towards the kitchen. His blatant avoidance of your feelings causes a searing rage to bubble up in your chest. You leap out of bed and storm after him, not even bothered to get dressed you're so upset. You barge into the kitchen and yell, "What the hell, Paul? You're just going to run off whenever I want to talk about our relationshp? How childish are you?" "What relationship?" You freeze at the sight of your dad standing by the kitchen counter, an empty coffee mug in his hand, a slack-jawed Paul in front of him. You stumble over what to say never before finally squeaking out, "What are you doing here?" "I was coming home from work and thought I'd stop by for a cup of coffee with Paul before heading home." He has a spare key to Paul's place and makes it a regular occurence to stop by unnanounced at random times for a hello and hot drink. It's something Paul has grown to enjoy over the years but by the look of absolute horror on his face now, you doubt that's true in this moment. "$player_name, what's going on? And where are your clothes?" your dad asks and you suddenly remember you are still very much naked. You turn tail and dash out the room, skipping two steps at a time as you run up the stairs and back into Paul's room. You hurriedly get dressed, your mind racing a mile a minute. No one in your family knows about the two of you. Why would they? Much to your annoyance, you're not exactly an official couple and it's downright messed up telling your parents or sister you're fuck friends with the guy that used to babysit you. But now its all come to the surface. Your father's found out and who knows what he's going to do to you and Paul now? Your eyes widen. Paul! You left him downstairs with a man who just found out he's screwing his kid. You shoot back downstairs, this time taking three steps at a time. You reenter the kitchen as your dad hurls the mug at Paul's head. He manages to dodge it and it shatters into a shower of pieces against the wall. Then the yelling starts. [[Continue|CyclopsEndingTwoPTTHREE]]

"What the hell is the matter with you?!" your father screams. "Are you seriously screwing $player_name?" "It's more complicated than that," Paul says as he takes a step back, unable to look your dad in the eye. You've never seen the large man appear so small. "Complicated? Exactly what's so complicated about you screwing my <<if $pronounselect is "theythem">>kid? <<elseif $pronounselect is "sheher">>daughter? <<elseif $pronounselect is "hehim">>son? <</if>>How long has this been going on, exactly?" "About a year," you tell him. You stand up straight, looking your old man right in the eye. He already knows, might as well own it. "A year?" He pauses before a look of horror and disgust washed over his face. "When you two ditched my birthday..." The anger comes back. "You were really running off to hookup somewhere?" Your proud stature faulters. You really do feel bad about running out on his party to do what you did. "Listen, Dad, I'm sorry, but-" "You have nothing to be sorry about, $player_name." He points a finger at Paul, hand shaking with rage. "It's his fault. How could you do this, Paul? $player_name is only a child, you sick bastard!" "I'm not a child," you say, eyes narrowed. "Besides, regardless of what you want to believe, I'm the one that came onto Paul." "What?" he looks more than a little surprised at your confession. "Yes, so, if there's anyone to blame for all of this then blame me. But remember," you shoot him a nasty look for emphasis, "we're both consenting adults who did nothing wrong." "Legally, yes, but morally? Do you really have no idea how messed up any of this is?" He then throws his arms in the air and says, "You know what? I can't deal with this right now. I'm leaving." He begins to walk away and you grab his arm to stop him, but he pulls himself out of your graps without so much as a word as he marches out the house. Your previously bold conviction is now crumbling down around you and it takes all you have not to fall onto the floor in a sobbing heap. Paul steps closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he says in a quiet voice, "He'll come around eventually." You shake him off and snap, "Yeah, well, I thought you'd come around eventually, too, but look where we are now. Honestly, Paul, all you had to do was tell me you didn't want a relationship and only cared about having a good fuck. I would've ended this months ago and then we wouldn't be in this damn mess." "I never said I only wanted sex," Paul says, offended. "Could've fooled me," you say with a dry laugh then turn and begin to leave "Where are you going?" "To catch up to my dad. I need to tell him this was a mistake and it's over." You feel tears begin to prickle at the corner of your eyes. This isn't how you wanted things to end but you can't let Paul play with your emotions anymore. He doesn't say anything as you walk out the door. THE END

He places his lips to your inner thigh, the simple action making your <<if $genitalselect is "penis">>cock twitch <<elseif $genitalselect is "vagina">>pussy tremble <<elseif $genitalselect is "both">>cock twitch and pussy tremble <</if>>in anticipation. Paul begins peppering light kisses along your quickly heating flesh, with you biting your lip in an attempt to keep down the moan bubbling up in your throat. Can't let him know you're getting to him so early, after all. His hand slides over your leg as he continues to assault that spot so close to your intimate area. So close yet he refuses to touch it. "You're such a tease," you say with a light tone that ends in a gasp as his tongue swipes across your skin. You can hear Paul chuckling between your legs. You consider telling him off but that plan changes when he says, "Aw, I'm sorry. How about I kiss and make it better?" He presses his lips to your entrance and gives it a gentle kiss. This is followed by him swiping his tongue across you, long and slow. Your body goes lax as you close your eyes and simply lie there enjoying as Paul gets on with it. You place a hand on his head, annoyed for a moment at his lack of hair to grip onto, and decide to push him closer to you instead, burying his face against you. Thankfully he doesn't seem to mind the sudden lack of air. You sigh as his tongue works its magic, your body shifting from rigid to slack with every different swipe and flick. You gasp as he enters you, his tongue wet, hot, and thick. As he slides in further you find yourself hooking your leg over his shoulder, your heel digging into his back. If it hurt or not, he doesn't say anything, instead continueing with his work. And damn if this man doesn't deserve a promotion. In and out, hard and fast, you can already feel yourself growing towards the edge. This is bad. "Hey, c-could you stop there for a moment?" you say between gasping greaths. Paul pulls himself off of you and, lips glistening a mixture of saliva and you, asks, "You good?" "Very good. You're doign really well down then. Too well, actually. I only want to come with you inside of me." "Say no more," Paul says as he pulls himself up. His back now straight, he looks down at you, and you can't help but shudder at this giant of a man as he towers over you. You suck in a sharp breath as he places a hand on each of your hips and you feel the tip of his cock pressing to your waiting hole. The stretch as he slowly pushes into you is a pleasure you can't describe. Instead all you can do is lean your head back and let out a gasp as he slides into you. When he's up to the base you let out a low groan of, "Fuuuuuuuck." He seems to like your reaction as you can feel him twitch inside you. You let out a moan in hopes of egging him on. It works like a charm and he wastes no time in pulling out, until only the head is nestled comfortably inside you, before pushing forward, your heated walls happily taking him in once more. His motions are slow and careful. You assume he's trying his best to let you adjust to his size but the pained look on his face makes it fairly obvious doing so is utter torture. You both need more than what he's giving, so, with a deep breath you push him for with a, "Harder, please." Lost in a haze of lust, all Paul does is give a small grunt before his hips start moving fiercer than before, his cock sliding in and out of you in a continuously quickening speed. His grip on your hips grow so hard that you wouldn't be surprised if you walked away with bruises. If you can walk at all after this, that is. Everything around you becomes a blur as the two of you morph into a mixture of thrusting, sweat, and moans. Nothing else matters anymore. Your family and their ridiculous ideals? Forget them! Who needs to worry about all that when you've got great dick pounding into you? You feel your release fast approaching one more and with the erratic way he's thrusting, you're guessing Paul is nearing his end as well. Your body shakes when he finally pops inside you. The feeling of his warm cum filling you makes you moan. And it just keeps coming. And coming. And coming. His head is like a hose and soon there's so much that even your body starts to change to accommodate all the salty liquid. Your belly begins to swell and the mere sight of it makes you moan. You place your hand on your distended abdomen, your breathing heavy as it continues to grow beneath your fingertips. The feeling of absolute fullness, far greater than even his massive cock could provide, has your shutting your eyes tight as your orgasm hits. When Paul pulls out it's a plug has been yanked. There's so much of the white stuff leaking out of you. You let out a little moan as you rub your large belly, marveling at how much is still inside. Maybe you can get it out with a push? "Hey, Paul," you say with a smile, "mind helping me with something?" [[Continue|AfterCleanup]]

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