“I’m sure they would.” Dawn patted his arm.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Well, let’s just say… No, I don’t. When the true nature of his collection is uncovered, scientists—geneticists—will take so much blood from our friends, they’ll shrivel into raisins.”
“It won’t be like that.”
“Won’t it?”
“There’s got to be a way.”
“There is,” Evie finally spoke. “We bust them out.”
Dawn pressed her hands into her hips. “Evie, you saw the security. An army couldn’t get in there.”
“Maybe they wouldn’t notice just the three of us.”
“Or maybe we’d end up back in a cage again. Or worse, in a breeding pen.”
“Let me help,” Buzz pleaded. “I’ll think of something.”
“I’d already thought of something.” She squeezed his uninterested cock. “But the moment seems to have passed.”
“Sorry, but I’m angry at the thought of McKenna keeping hundreds of people prisoner. Zoos are bad enough, but when the cages are filled with people like you…”
“It makes your blood boil?” She squeezed him again, hopeful.
“Let me get a fire going first. Let me dry my clothes, and maybe eat.”
Dawn sighed. “Heat, clothing and food. What kind of priority list is that, compared to fucking?”
“Language!” Evie chided.
“You enjoy it too, so don’t start.”
Evie poked out her tongue at the pouting Dawn.
“Ladies…” Buzz muttered. “There’s no rush. I’ll stay another day. Maybe two. I want to help your friends.”
“It’s hopeless. It took us years to bust out, and it was only because someone got careless.”
“Let me think about it. In the meantime, can you please switch on the lights so I can find my stuff.”
“Okay,” Dawn conceded. “You get your stuff, but not the knife.”
“What happens if the bear comes back?”
“Don’t worry, big guy. We’ll take good care of you. Won’t we, Evie?”
“We promise.”
*****
Darkness was falling and Buzz had everything he wanted. Flanked by two beautiful women, he carved off another slice of roasted deer and split it between the pair. They tore into the hot meat without preamble, sighing with happiness.
“I’ve never tasted anything so good,” Evie moaned.
“Better than eating it raw,” Dawn agreed.
“How is it that you never had cooked meat before?”
“We ate whatever we caught,” Evie explained. “And we ate it in our shifted forms.”
“We’d no need for fire. We don’t feel the cold like you do.” She indicated his dried clothes, which he was now wearing.
“And I can see better in the dark than any animal,” Evie boasted.
“Apart from a wolf,” Dawn corrected.
“I can see better than any old wolf!”
“But not this wolf.”
“Still better.” Evie poked out her tongue again.
“Ladies, please…”
“She started it.”
“Did not.”
“Okay!” Buzz shouted. “Maybe one day we can put it to the test. In the meantime, you’re both better than I am at seeing in the dark, okay? Plus I could never have chased down this deer.”
“Okay…” Evie muttered.
“Sure.” Dawn reached for more meat, but quickly snatched back her burned fingers.
“Let me get that.” Buzz carved off another slice and split it for them. As the women devoured the meat, he leaned back and watched.
“Are you checking us out?” Dawn asked.
Buzz shrugged. “You’re both naked. At least I can’t be accused of mentally undressing you.”
“Maybe you’re mentally dressing us,” Evie said around a mouthful of venison haunch. Her spread fingers hovered close to her mouth as she spoke.
Buzz laughed. “For what I have in mind, mental clothes would get in the way.”
“Oh? You’re fantasizing?” Dawn asked.
“Maybe. Now I know how I’m going to help you, I can focus on other things.”
“So you’re definitely going to help us?”
“I’ve the beginnings of a plan.” He handed out more meat.
“Care to discuss it?”
“Later, when I’ve mulled it over some more. In the meantime, enjoy.” He leaned back, slipping his arms around both women. When Evie finished eating, she sucked her fingers noisily, then snuggled against Buzz’s chest. Dawn, sophisticated as always, wiped her fingers on his arm, then moulded herself into his side. With two naked women pressed against him, he felt the beginnings of an erection stir once more. Dawn did her best to help him toward full hardness by squeezing and stroking him through his pants, before unzipping and fishing him out. He sighed as her mouth engulfed him, turning his head to kiss Evie. It quickly became a repeat of their earlier experience, although less hurried, less desperate. And this time, it was Dawn who straddled him first, angling his cock so she could sink down onto him. Her generous breasts rippled as she moved up and down on him. Encouraged by Dawn, Evie also straddled him, but lowered herself onto his mouth instead of his erection. Her sweet, breathless cries echoed throughout the cave as his tongue lapped at her smooth, slippery skin. The women held hands as they took turns to orgasm, clinging tightly to each other as their bodies shivered and trembled.
Buzz groaned and bucked beneath the pair as he filled Dawn with liquid heat. She whimpered as he pushed deep, arching his body until the shuddering spasm passed.
“He’s still hard,” Dawn whispered, squeezing Buzz with her internal muscles. “I don’t know how he does it.”
“So why are you being so selfish?” Evie asked. “Gimme!”
“Of course.” Dawn raised herself until Buzz slid out. She pressed a hand to her pussy, holding onto the nourishing fluids, then edged away to allow Evie a few moments of pleasure. Buzz was happy to oblige, letting her ride him for a time, then rolling her over to mount her. He began gently, unsure if Evie was able to take the pounding Dawn enjoyed earlier. But she wrapped her legs around his back and begged him to hammer her, harder and harder. Dawn held her hand as the younger woman cried out and scored Buzz’s arms with sharp nails.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard!” she cried. “Fill me with that cock. Come inside, me, Buzz. Please come inside me.” Ever the one to oblige, Buzz managed a final orgasm before shuddering to an exhausted halt. Evie peppered his face with kisses as Dawn squeezed his hard buttocks.
“Wow…” he whispered. “That was intense.”
“I have to say… you really delivered.”
“Did… my best.” He began to push himself up, but Evie clung to him tightly.
“Don’t leave me,” she begged, “Stay inside me a little longer.”
“Of course.” He kissed her tenderly, and although his erection was fading, he stayed put.
“Thank you,” Dawn said. Her hand explored his hard, muscular back through the shirt he still wore. “Thank you for not freaking out when we shifted.”
“It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. Sure, I was stunned—and frightened, if I’m honest—but the sight of you both transforming into wild animals… it was… amazing.!”
“Amazing…” Evie murmured, tightening her grip on his waist. Buzz shifted his position so his shrinking cock didn’t slip out of her slippery passage. He lasted thirty seconds more before he lost the battle. Evie pouted, and reached down to stop any leakage. Buzz shifted again so she could get her hand between her legs.
“I don’t understand how the nourishment thing works,” he said.
“Our bodies absorb the proteins in semen, but not everyone is the same. Some shifters need blood, others—”
“Blood? Like vampires?”
“They’re not undead, or anything. But blood stabilises their shifting, brings it under control.�
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“So if you’re denied proteins, your control diminishes?”
“Exactly. We can shift without warning. We can attack and hurt others.”
“But you became tetchy, snarky after we made love.”
“That was the tail end of our desperation, the last remnants of our instability being driven out.”
He leaned away from Dawn, his eyes wary. “Will you be snarky this time?”
“Of course, not. This is our second time. We’re cool.”
“Cool,” Evie murmured happily.
*****
As Buzz dozed next to the glowing embers, Dawn and Evie watched the stars emerge in a cobalt sky.
“Do you think we can trust him?” Evie asked.
“I think we have to. No-one has ever offered to help us before.”
“But can he do it? Is it even possible?”
“I don’t know. You saw the fences, the guards.” Dawn toyed with her hair.
“If he can help Sandy, Ron, Bono, Jen, Kip…”
“Even if we can get one of them out, it has to be worth trying.”
“So we trust him.”
“We trust him.” The women hugged, knowing Buzz could, on a whim, ruin their lives with only a few words.
Or he could help free hundreds of imprisoned shifters.
Time would tell.
THE END
Another bonus story is on the next page.
Bonus Story 37 of 44
Sharing Seals
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Best friends, Patrick and Kevin, have always done everything together, from Boy Scouts to high school sports to the Navy. Now these two SEALS have returned to their hometown on leave only to discover that another close friend from school is preparing to deploy and wants to get married before he goes.
Thrown into planning an impromptu wedding, the two meet the bride's sister and soon find themselves engaged in much more than just picking out flowers and booking a wedding band.
*****
"I can't believe your room looks exactly the same," Kevin said, walking into the small bedroom at the top of the old house and reaching up to tap the bunkbed wall with one palm.
He turned around and tossed his canvas duffel bag to the floor. The clothing inside made a dull thump when it hit the worn, aged wooden boards and the canvas sagged as if it was as tired after their long trip as he was. Patrick stepped in and looked around the space with a nostalgic sparkle in his eye. He sighed, one hand clasped around the woven strap of the identical canvas duffel bag looped over his shoulder and Kevin saw a soft smile touch his best friend's lips.
There were so many memories in that space and they were all reflected in Patrick's gaze as he looked at each piece of furniture, each poster, and each reminder of his younger years throughout the bedroom. It was as if he had never walked out of it six years before when they left together to join the Navy. Now with the years of SEAL training and their first tour behind them, they were finally back in their hometown. Even though they felt completely different, much of what they had seen had proven that nothing had really changed in the little town where they had both grown up.
"It hasn't," Patrick said.
"It's like your parents kept it as a shrine to you."
Patrick laughed and stepped into the room, seemingly broken out of the sentimental spell that had been cast over him by the sight of his childhood bedroom by his best friend's sarcasm. He dropped his bag to the floor beside Kevin's and immediately clambered up the ladder onto the top bunk of his old bunkbeds.
He had never had a sibling that occupied the bottom bunk, but he had asked for the beds when he was six, and, like always, his parents had obliged. When he met Kevin just a few weeks later, it was like he was being given the brother that was supposed to go into that second bed and his instant best friend ended up spending what seemed like just as much time, if not more, in that bottom bunkbed throughout their childhood than he did in his own bed at his home.
"That's fine with me. Maybe that's what made them keep the house rather than selling it when they retired to Florida. They didn't want to interrupt a historical landmark."
Now it was Kevin's turn to laugh and flop onto his back on the lower bunk so that his position mimicked that of his lifelong best friend on the bed above him. He reached up and ran his fingers along the faded marks of the words and drawings that they had made there over the years. It was like looking at a collage of their lives, the handwriting and themes of the sentiments changing and becoming sharper and edgier as the boys grew older and the lines layered on top of the softer, more playful inscriptions of their younger years.
"That's a plausible idea," he said. "But I think it has a whole lot more to do with them wanting you to finally settle down and find some girl to marry and have a horde of little babies with. They figured that if you had a house to live in, you would just have to fill it up with a family or it wouldn't make sense."
"Yeah," Patrick said. "That will definitely be happening some time soon." Kevin heard him give a derisive laugh. "After six years in the Navy, I have no interest in getting tied down. They are just going to have to be happy with me living here with an equally not tied-down roommate for the time being."
"Speaking of which," Kevin said, swinging his legs off of the side of the bed so that he could stand up and grab his bag. "I'm going to go peruse the bedrooms and decide which one is mine."
"Peruse?" Patrick asked with another laugh. "You sure did pick up some fancy words during the tour."
"They sound good to the girls," Kevin told him. "Something about a man in uniform who sounds smart. They love it."
"Yeah, well, that might work for the girls out there, but I wouldn't recommend wandering into the bar tonight wearing your uniform. I think the girls around here are all too used to you to get fooled by that bull."
Kevin shot a glare over his shoulder at Patrick and walked out of the room. He was familiar enough with the rest of the house that he knew where all of the bedrooms were. Now that he was going to be living there with Patrick as adults, though, the space seemed different. He no longer had to think of the big room at the head of the hallway as Patrick's parents' room, or the smaller room between that room and Patrick's as his mother's sewing room. The room that had been Patrick's father's den was now empty except for rows of heavy bookshelves along one wall and a faded globe on the floor. The final bedroom at the opposite end of the hall had acted as the guest room, but as far as Kevin knew, had never had an actual guest. It had been preserved like Patrick's, exactly as it had been when they were children, complete with frilly white comforter set and pillows covered in a spray of miniature purple flowers and delicate green leaves.
*****
Patrick and Kevin spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking the truck that contained Kevin's belongings that they had gotten out of the storage unit where his parents had put them before they moved to another town. The family had never been particularly close, but that had been a difficult blow for Kevin to deal with when he got the letter from his mother informing him that they had sold the house that they had always lived in and were moving three towns over so that his father could be closer to his new job.
It had all sounded so positive and optimistic, but Patrick knew that that wasn't the case and that for the most part, the letter had been a lie. Kevin's family had never owned any of the houses that he lived in when he was growing up. Rather, they bounced around from rental property to rental property burning bridges with landlords and making more enemies out of their neighbors with their arguments and late night drunken screaming fits than they did friends.
As for leaving so that his father could be closer to his job, Patrick knew that Kevin's father had never been one to be able to maintain a job for more than a year or so and that at last count he had been without a job for more than a year and a half. More likely than him moving to be close to his job was, they had run out of people who were willing to rent to them and were now moving on in hopes of finding somebody
who would hire such an undesirable candidate and rent to a couple without checking their rental history or credit.
Patrick had always felt bad for Kevin and the experiences that he had back home with his family, but he also knew that it was those experiences that made his friendship with him even more important. They were the closest of friends that either of them had ever had, and in a way he felt like having Kevin as his best friend gave his parents the second child that they had always desperately wanted, but had never been able to have, and had given Kevin the type of loving, supportive family that he had never been able to experience either. Almost as soon as they met, Kevin became a fixture at the dinner table, on weekend outings, in the yard playing, and even on family vacations. It was only logical that the two of them would decide to join the Navy and go for SEAL status together.
Once they had everything in the house, Patrick and Kevin took showers, got dressed, and headed out to the neighborhood bar where nearly all of the adults in town gathered on weekends. When they were just out of high school, the pair had spent evenings in the bar playing pool and eating the overly greasy food that filled the menu as they tried to stay beyond the 9 PM cut-off for anyone under the age of 21. Eventually they became such fixtures that in the last weeks before they deployed, they spent nearly all of their time at the bar collecting the good will and advice from the friends, family, and neighbors who gathered there to support them.
Walking back into the bar after more than a year since they had been able to visit on leave before their deployment was just as much coming home again as it had been to step in the house, and immediately Patrick felt the last of the tension and stress ease out of his muscles. They walked up to the bar and slipped onto two of the worn leather stools, but before they could even order their beers, Patrick heard a shout from across the room.
He turned toward the sound of their names being yelled in their direction and saw Evan pushing toward them through the crowd. One of their close friends from school, Evan was supposed to be there that night for their homecoming celebration, but the gleam in his eyes and the slight wobble in his step said that he had been there for much longer and might be celebrating something beyond just his friends coming back.
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