A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 10
When Helen awoke she had no idea where she was or even what day it was. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, as did her mouth. She spied a glass of orange juice, but that made her think of vodka which made her want to hurl. She ran to the kitchen sink and drank until her belly felt like it was going to burst. Looking at the kitchen clock she saw that it was a little after one. Since it was light out she guessed that it was PM and not AM.
She headed to her bedroom, to change her clothes. A shower was probably a good idea, but it sounded like too much effort. What wasn’t too much effort was tossing the all the fugly dresses in her closet. She couldn’t even remember why, or even when, she’d bought them, but she didn’t really care. They were hideous and she was never going to wear them so they had to go. She tossed them all into the hall and then rooted through her dresser for fresh underwear, t-shirt, jeans and hoodie. All of them fit much better today for some reason, not that she really cared. She wanted to get out of the house as soon as she could.
When she entered the garage she was shocked to see that the car was gone. Had Cassidy taken the car? She must have, but for some reason that idea bothered her. It wasn’t like she was going to drive it herself, not if she didn’t have to. All it did was pollute the air and clog the streets anyway. Better to get where you were going with your own power and not rely on the remains of dead dinosaurs. After pumping her bicycle tires full of air she took off towards the other side of town.
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 9
A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 9
After a brief recovery period Cassidy found Desiree and enlisted her help for another makeover, this one to return her to her old look. It was pretty easy. A little digging in her closet and Desiree found pair of jeans that she’d had from when she’d been heavier. They were loose enough in the posterior that they helped hide Cassidy’s new ass. She also loaned her a camo hoodie that hid her new hairdo and all of her tattoos. The old Cassidy was back.
Afterwards they both worked on Jax, giving him a bad boy to good boy makeover. While he removed all of his piercings, Desiree worked on taming his wild black hair, trying to make it look somewhat respectable. Cassidy poured through his closet looking for a shirt that wouldn’t make Penny turn and run the other way.
When they finished, he looked like a fairly normal person you might pass on the street and not even really notice. He wore a pair on clean blue jeans and a black polo shirt. Cassidy finished off his look with the silver cross Richmond had bought her. On the drive to the bank she had him memorize a couple of bible verses just in case Penny asked him for his favorite.
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 9
After a brief recovery period Cassidy found Desiree and enlisted her help for another makeover, this one to return her to her old look. It was pretty easy. A little digging in her closet and Desiree found pair of jeans that she’d had from when she’d been heavier. They were loose enough in the posterior that they helped hide Cassidy’s new ass. She also loaned her a camo hoodie that hid her new hairdo and all of her tattoos. The old Cassidy was back.
Afterwards they both worked on Jax, giving him a bad boy to good boy makeover. While he removed all of his piercings, Desiree worked on taming his wild black hair, trying to make it look somewhat respectable. Cassidy poured through his closet looking for a shirt that wouldn’t make Penny turn and run the other way.
When they finished, he looked like a fairly normal person you might pass on the street and not even really notice. He wore a pair on clean blue jeans and a black polo shirt. Cassidy finished off his look with the silver cross Richmond had bought her. On the drive to the bank she had him memorize a couple of bible verses just in case Penny asked him for his favorite.
Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 8
A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 8
As Cassidy slipped on her dress she looked over at Quinn, sleeping soundly, and knew that she should crawl back in bed with him and go to sleep too. He was the one she’d been matched with, not his sister. Yet, the promise that had come with the kiss in the van drew her away from the comforting arms of her new lover and out of his room.
She found Desiree in the living room, curled up on the couch, drawing in a large sketchbook, listening to Halestorm’s “Mz. Hyde” play over a portable bluetooth speaker sitting on the windowsill.
Desiree sat up and smiled when she saw Cassidy enter the room. “I was hoping that I’d see you tonight.”
“Do you have a charger?” Cassidy held up her dead phone.
Desiree popped to her feet, walked over to Cassidy and took her by the hand. “It’s in my bedroom.”
“You sure move fast.” Cassidy had just lost her cherry to Quinn and now she was hoping into his sister’s bed. What kind of slut was she becoming?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Desiree trailed her fingers over the tattoo forming on Cassidy’s arm. “I just want to finish up Alice.”
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 8
As Cassidy slipped on her dress she looked over at Quinn, sleeping soundly, and knew that she should crawl back in bed with him and go to sleep too. He was the one she’d been matched with, not his sister. Yet, the promise that had come with the kiss in the van drew her away from the comforting arms of her new lover and out of his room.
She found Desiree in the living room, curled up on the couch, drawing in a large sketchbook, listening to Halestorm’s “Mz. Hyde” play over a portable bluetooth speaker sitting on the windowsill.
Desiree sat up and smiled when she saw Cassidy enter the room. “I was hoping that I’d see you tonight.”
“Do you have a charger?” Cassidy held up her dead phone.
Desiree popped to her feet, walked over to Cassidy and took her by the hand. “It’s in my bedroom.”
“You sure move fast.” Cassidy had just lost her cherry to Quinn and now she was hoping into his sister’s bed. What kind of slut was she becoming?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Desiree trailed her fingers over the tattoo forming on Cassidy’s arm. “I just want to finish up Alice.”
Thursday, January 11, 2018
More Perfect Match on its way.
Hello,
Just a quick note to let you know that more of A Perfect Match, Every Time is coming in a day or two. Also, I'll be posting two chapters back to back, instead of just one. I will try to do that again with chapters 10 and 11.
When I first announced this story I said that there would be 10 chapters. Well, as with a lot of my stories (read: all), it grew as I revised it. There are now 12 chapters.
There's still a lot of story to tell. I hope that you're enjoying it so far.
Just a quick note to let you know that more of A Perfect Match, Every Time is coming in a day or two. Also, I'll be posting two chapters back to back, instead of just one. I will try to do that again with chapters 10 and 11.
When I first announced this story I said that there would be 10 chapters. Well, as with a lot of my stories (read: all), it grew as I revised it. There are now 12 chapters.
There's still a lot of story to tell. I hope that you're enjoying it so far.
Monday, January 8, 2018
Xmas story trade
I thought that since it was going to be another day or two until I can post the next part of "A Perfect Match, Every Time" I'd post the other half of the Christmas story exchange I participated in this year.
In a nutshell, my request had been for a woman to transform while protecting a group of people she cared about. I gave a couple of examples, one being a group of women are accosted by a tough biker and one of them stands up to him and turns into a biker herself. In my mind I was thinking she'd become a female biker, but I am happy with how it turned out.
Untitled
by CW Tyger
The first day of summer was an excellent excuse for Marsha and her friends to go shopping. Truth be told, any excuse was an excellent excuse for them to go shopping. They’d never needed a good reason other than having money to burn since they’d met in college and discovered their common love of consumerism. They’d had absolutely nothing else in common other than blonde hair and brown eyes, but as long as they could hang out at the mall and increase their already sizable wardrobes, that didn’t matter to them.
“Check this out!” she bragged to her three friends as she showed them the brand new bikini she’d purchased.
Tiffany wrinkled her nose. “It’s ugly,” she finally managed to say, averting her eyes from the loud disaster in Marsha’s hands.
“Yeah, I know,” Marsha confessed. “But look at how little it leaves to the imagination.” She held it up to her ample chest; although she’d hidden it in a sweater, her bosom was still prominent. The bottoms were little more than a string that seemed to disappear when she similarly modelled it over the faded jeans she wore. It was very clear that the bikini would only cover certain strategic parts. “They’d knocked 90% off and I just had to have it. I think I’m going to wear it to next week’s pool party and accidentally leave it behind.”
The girls knew what she meant by “accidentally” and that she probably wouldn’t care enough to want it returned.
“It looks like they’d knocked 90% of the fabric off as well,” Jessica said.
“I feel sorry for whoever you blind with that thing,” Ursula commented.
“Well, it’s going to be on the floor soon enough anyway,” Marsha responded. “Out of sight and out of mind!”
The girls made several purchases and showed them off in turn, each one expressing their approval of the price tag and yet agreeing that the purchases themselves were terrible, albeit useful in their own limited ways.
And so it went for the entire afternoon. The quartet raided all the clothing stores and a few that catered to their own interests. That evening, as they were making their way back to their car, Marsha was still gushing about the teddy bear she’d bought for herself.
“Don’t you have a room full of those?” Ursula asked. It was less that she didn’t remember and more that she thought she was reminding Marsha.
“Of course I do,” came Marsha’s response. “But this one is extra special adorable, don’t you think?” She held him up so he was facing the rest of the group. “I think he’ll be the centrepiece of my collection!”
They heard the sound of mocking laughter nearby and as one, turned to see where it was coming from. A group of bikers had parked nearby and were egging on their leader, who called out to them, “Hey! You, the hot bitch holdin’ Teddy. Wanna ditch the toys an’ come play with a real man?” His friends all laughed as one punched his shoulder.
In a nutshell, my request had been for a woman to transform while protecting a group of people she cared about. I gave a couple of examples, one being a group of women are accosted by a tough biker and one of them stands up to him and turns into a biker herself. In my mind I was thinking she'd become a female biker, but I am happy with how it turned out.
Untitled
by CW Tyger
The first day of summer was an excellent excuse for Marsha and her friends to go shopping. Truth be told, any excuse was an excellent excuse for them to go shopping. They’d never needed a good reason other than having money to burn since they’d met in college and discovered their common love of consumerism. They’d had absolutely nothing else in common other than blonde hair and brown eyes, but as long as they could hang out at the mall and increase their already sizable wardrobes, that didn’t matter to them.
“Check this out!” she bragged to her three friends as she showed them the brand new bikini she’d purchased.
Tiffany wrinkled her nose. “It’s ugly,” she finally managed to say, averting her eyes from the loud disaster in Marsha’s hands.
“Yeah, I know,” Marsha confessed. “But look at how little it leaves to the imagination.” She held it up to her ample chest; although she’d hidden it in a sweater, her bosom was still prominent. The bottoms were little more than a string that seemed to disappear when she similarly modelled it over the faded jeans she wore. It was very clear that the bikini would only cover certain strategic parts. “They’d knocked 90% off and I just had to have it. I think I’m going to wear it to next week’s pool party and accidentally leave it behind.”
The girls knew what she meant by “accidentally” and that she probably wouldn’t care enough to want it returned.
“It looks like they’d knocked 90% of the fabric off as well,” Jessica said.
“I feel sorry for whoever you blind with that thing,” Ursula commented.
“Well, it’s going to be on the floor soon enough anyway,” Marsha responded. “Out of sight and out of mind!”
The girls made several purchases and showed them off in turn, each one expressing their approval of the price tag and yet agreeing that the purchases themselves were terrible, albeit useful in their own limited ways.
And so it went for the entire afternoon. The quartet raided all the clothing stores and a few that catered to their own interests. That evening, as they were making their way back to their car, Marsha was still gushing about the teddy bear she’d bought for herself.
“Don’t you have a room full of those?” Ursula asked. It was less that she didn’t remember and more that she thought she was reminding Marsha.
“Of course I do,” came Marsha’s response. “But this one is extra special adorable, don’t you think?” She held him up so he was facing the rest of the group. “I think he’ll be the centrepiece of my collection!”
They heard the sound of mocking laughter nearby and as one, turned to see where it was coming from. A group of bikers had parked nearby and were egging on their leader, who called out to them, “Hey! You, the hot bitch holdin’ Teddy. Wanna ditch the toys an’ come play with a real man?” His friends all laughed as one punched his shoulder.
Saturday, January 6, 2018
Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 7
A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 7
When Cassidy woke the following morning it was still mostly dark, but it was lighter than when she’d gone to sleep so she figured that the sun was just starting to rise. The sounds of birds chirping was a pretty solid giveaway, too. Half of her was cold and the other half was sweating. She was still wearing the black leather pants, but the top half of her was naked and pressed up against Quinn’s bare chest. She loved the sensation of her soft breasts pressed against his hard muscles. The whole thing made her want to laugh. She was in bed with a man. A naked man! It felt so adult. She couldn’t wait to tell Penny, but then she remembered that she still hadn’t made up with her best friend.
Despite freezing and overheating simultaneously, she stayed where she was, listening to Quinn breathe, the birds chirp and the water tumble over rocks. A new sound joined the others a few minutes later. It was the zipper on the other tent. It was followed by soft footsteps drawing closer. She knew it was her mom; Ryan’s shadow didn’t have those kind of curves. Her mom hovered outside of her daughter’s tent for several minutes, before eventually jogging off downstream.
Cassidy decided to wake up her new boyfriend the same way that she’d sent him off to sleep, hoping that he’d finish with a roar just as her mom returned from her jog. Her mom lasted way longer than Quinn. Way longer. Still, she had another orgasm when he did. The whole thing made her wish she had someone to talk to who wasn’t a virgin. She had a strong feeling that girls normally didn’t orgasm when a man ejaculated in their mouths, but didn’t really know for sure. She would have googled it, but she’d forgotten to charge her phone before leaving the house and it was totally dead.
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 7
When Cassidy woke the following morning it was still mostly dark, but it was lighter than when she’d gone to sleep so she figured that the sun was just starting to rise. The sounds of birds chirping was a pretty solid giveaway, too. Half of her was cold and the other half was sweating. She was still wearing the black leather pants, but the top half of her was naked and pressed up against Quinn’s bare chest. She loved the sensation of her soft breasts pressed against his hard muscles. The whole thing made her want to laugh. She was in bed with a man. A naked man! It felt so adult. She couldn’t wait to tell Penny, but then she remembered that she still hadn’t made up with her best friend.
Despite freezing and overheating simultaneously, she stayed where she was, listening to Quinn breathe, the birds chirp and the water tumble over rocks. A new sound joined the others a few minutes later. It was the zipper on the other tent. It was followed by soft footsteps drawing closer. She knew it was her mom; Ryan’s shadow didn’t have those kind of curves. Her mom hovered outside of her daughter’s tent for several minutes, before eventually jogging off downstream.
Cassidy decided to wake up her new boyfriend the same way that she’d sent him off to sleep, hoping that he’d finish with a roar just as her mom returned from her jog. Her mom lasted way longer than Quinn. Way longer. Still, she had another orgasm when he did. The whole thing made her wish she had someone to talk to who wasn’t a virgin. She had a strong feeling that girls normally didn’t orgasm when a man ejaculated in their mouths, but didn’t really know for sure. She would have googled it, but she’d forgotten to charge her phone before leaving the house and it was totally dead.
Thursday, January 4, 2018
Story: Urcaguary’s Amulet
This is a the story I wrote as part of a Christmas story exchange. The requester wanted a pair of anthro foxes turned into 150 foot foxtuars via a curse while exploring ruins. Below is what I came up with.
Urcaguary’s Amulet
by Varian Milagro
“We should turn back,” Brian said. “We never should have come here.”
“I’m not leaving empty handed,” Vivien said. She was using her headlamp to illuminate a scrap of leather with crude markings on it. “We paid a lot of money for this map and I intend to make it worth my while.”
“What do you think, Ty?” Emily asked her brother. Both she and Tiberius were anthro foxes, covered from head to foot in soft fur. Like their human companions they were bipedal, except she and her brother walked digitigrade, on their toes, like regular foxes.
“I’m game if you are. I love a good adventure, you know that.” Ty slid closer to Vivien to get a better look at the map.
Ty’s fur was gray over most of his body, except for the front of his torso, which was pure white. Emily’s coloration was an orangish red over most of her body, but most of her torso, arms and legs were white. While neither of the anthro foxes needed to wear clothing for warmth or to cover their modesty, he wore a red t-shirt and she wore a vest with a myriad of pockets and a pair of hiking shorts.
They were currently standing in a dimly lit subterranean corridor, their headlamps creating ominous shadows down the long passageway. The ever present cobwebs and dark, viscous liquid oozing between the large stones that made up the walls added an unneeded layer of creepiness to their endeavor. The air was thick with the smell of decay. Snakes as thick as fire hoses slithered about along the floor while spiders the size of softballs crawled above their heads. Vivien, an amatuer zoologist, had assured them earier that none of the species that they’d encountered so far were particularly poisonous, but it was still best to steer clear of the local fauna as much as possible.
Urcaguary’s Amulet
by Varian Milagro
“We should turn back,” Brian said. “We never should have come here.”
“I’m not leaving empty handed,” Vivien said. She was using her headlamp to illuminate a scrap of leather with crude markings on it. “We paid a lot of money for this map and I intend to make it worth my while.”
“What do you think, Ty?” Emily asked her brother. Both she and Tiberius were anthro foxes, covered from head to foot in soft fur. Like their human companions they were bipedal, except she and her brother walked digitigrade, on their toes, like regular foxes.
“I’m game if you are. I love a good adventure, you know that.” Ty slid closer to Vivien to get a better look at the map.
Ty’s fur was gray over most of his body, except for the front of his torso, which was pure white. Emily’s coloration was an orangish red over most of her body, but most of her torso, arms and legs were white. While neither of the anthro foxes needed to wear clothing for warmth or to cover their modesty, he wore a red t-shirt and she wore a vest with a myriad of pockets and a pair of hiking shorts.
They were currently standing in a dimly lit subterranean corridor, their headlamps creating ominous shadows down the long passageway. The ever present cobwebs and dark, viscous liquid oozing between the large stones that made up the walls added an unneeded layer of creepiness to their endeavor. The air was thick with the smell of decay. Snakes as thick as fire hoses slithered about along the floor while spiders the size of softballs crawled above their heads. Vivien, an amatuer zoologist, had assured them earier that none of the species that they’d encountered so far were particularly poisonous, but it was still best to steer clear of the local fauna as much as possible.
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