Seanday Service: Jam Jars

I heard some noises again and struggled against the ropes that bound my wrists to the chair. I'd been a drug mule for the gang a couple of times, and I'd only just escaped on my last job. But they weren't impressed when I told them I lost their last package, two million worth of product they told me.

I knew they wouldn't hurt me, I was too useful to them. I was a courier for a hospital, so I was always flying in and out with sensitive parcels like livers, hearts and stuff. Normally I'd slip their consignment in with the other stuff knowing I could get it through security without any close inspections. But this time Anderson was there with his mutt.

Anderson worked for the K9 unit, his dog was good, could sniff out any substance from a hundred yards. He was so smug, fucking good looking for a cop as well. When the dog picked up the scent, I knew I was going to lose, so I dumped the shit and left. That was two weeks ago.

This morning a van almost knocked me down as it skidded to a halt next to me. A couple of guys burst out and put a hood over my head, I didn't struggle the gang always arranged meetings like this. But they don't normally tie me to chairs, this is fucked up, and I wondered if I was just an embarrassment to them that need erasing.

Seanday Fillers: Horse Play

"No, no way," Rick muttered. "There's no way I'm going to do that, it's a fucked up plan."

"But it's twenty thousand dollars man," Jack retorted. "It'll just be a day--and a bit, it'll be easy."

"What part of NO do you NOT understand!"

Jack looked at the stallion, its eyes where bright and alert. He held up his hand, and he animal reared back and trotted off.

"You know the plan will work," Jack moaned. Then he flexed, "See, proof that it works."

Rick kicked at the ground. "But it's an animal, how am I going to control it?"

Seanday Swap: Boys best Friend

"So how did you find out? How does it work?" I asked my lil' bro Duncan.

"I don't know, I just found that I could pull myself out of my body and float around," he replied excitedly. "Mom and dad won't be back for a few hours, so I could show you."

"Huh, I'd better go before they get back. Dad said he'd kill me if he ever saw me again."

"No, they're cool."

"You'd say that, you're the favourite son." I looked around the pictures on the wall. "See, no pictures of me, its like I never existed."

Duncan looked sad. "I miss you," he declared.

"Maybe you'll come stay with me soon, like old times. Anyway, show me this trick of yours."

He nodded, "When I leave my body don't touch it or anything."

"How will I know you're doing it? You could be just shitting me."

"Hold you hand behind your back, stick out some fingers and when I'm out I go and look."

I shrugged and held my hand behind my back with three fingers showing. "OK, so do it then."

Duncan stood for a moment, then his eyes glazed over. I called his name asking if he was OK, but he didn't reply. I was starting to worry when he blinked and grinned at me.

Seanday Repost: Devil Dog

As it's Halloween thought I'd re-post this story from way-back. Hope you enjoy it.

-- Trick or Treat...

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It was late afternoon when I went to meet Edmond, he'd just finished work. I could tell he'd been working hard as the sweat on his body glistened in the sun, I really couldn't resist taking a photo.

As I looked through the camera I saw Christian, one of the guys that worked with Edmond. Then something quite strange happened, the image blurred and refocused on him but his face had changed into something quite different. It showed the head of a dog on his shoulders; it had brilliant red skin with large ears. I returned my gaze to Christian, only this time I saw this creature without the need for the camera.



"Holly SHIT!" I screamed.

Turning I grabbed Edmond and ran as fast as I could. Looking over my shoulder I gasped as Christian came running after us, he was catching up fast with giant inhuman strides.

We both ducked down a side alley but suddenly my grip on Edmond's hand was torn from mine. I turned to see Christian crouched on all fours on my friends back, and with a leap he launched himself tripping me up. I tumbled into some trash cans cracking my head and a dull darkness enveloped my consciousness.

Seanday Extra: His Masters Voice

"Good, you've brought your dog," I told Drake.

"Yes, Fargo, as you requested."

"He looks strong, obedient?" I asked.

"Yes, he is very strong and very protective." As I approached the dog growled barring his teeth. Drake crouched restraining the dog. "I will hold him," he reassured me.

Seanday Roast: Dog Suit Part 3

Previously: Read part two

"Yeah, I'm right where I wanted to be, inside the richest kid on the West coast." I turned and saw John McKirkwell standing at the door.

"Romeo?"

He smiled, "Yeah." He held up his arms and turned in a circle. "And ain't I cute," he smirked.

I laughed, "Yeah, I guess. How long you going to stay in him?"

"Until one of us dies I guess, I have no intention of giving him up."

I looked over at Bruno, "So how did you do it?"

"Hung out as the dog for a couple of days, figured out John's routine and the security patrols. Bruno was more of a pet that a guard dog, slept on John's bed at night. Security posted outside at night." He looked in the mirror and picked at his hair, "On the third night I pulled myself out of Bruno, I clamped a hand over John's mouth and jabbed the needle into his neck--it was in the dog-suit." He shrugs, "Then it was just a matter of pulling John's skin on, and becoming the millionaires son."

"I'd guessed you were in when I got the package," I smiled flexing a bicep.

"Yeah, John--I had a gym session booked with Luis in the morning, I needed a way to get my bro' in the house and he was just in the wrong place at the right time."

"Shit man, I'm glad you did he's got an awesome body and a sweet girl at home."

John chuckled, "Yeah I thought you'd appreciate Luis."

"Oh yeah, fucked Amanda senseless last night." I suddenly realised what he was wearing, "So what's up with the fancy duds I thought you wanted a gym session."

He adjusted his bow tie. "I've got to attend a gala soon, thought I'd try on the suit. Besides, I wanted you to come with me as well."

"Really? I know its not Luis's type of thing."

John laughed. "No, I'll be going with my girl. I wanted you to be my security."

"Thought that was Tony's job."

John smiled. "It is." He led me through to another room--the gym. Laying on a bench was Tony, his arms limp, weights scattered across the floor.

Dog Days

Life is good during the dog days of summer. I have a beautiful beachside cottage, a comfortable life, and a very attractive companion. What more could I want or need? My life, however, has not always been so ideal. Not so long ago…

It is time to close the retail shop that I own for the night when this wizened old woman walks in at the last minute. Her appearance completely repulses me – think Nanny McPhee. I’m not exactly prime beef myself – somewhat short, balding, and a bit on the bulging side - but I guess for a man of 50 that isn’t so bad. “Sorry ma’am. I’m closing now.” I try to be as polite as I can while gritting my teeth and ushering her towards the door. She resists my efforts to get her to leave.

“No, not just yet.” She replies in a very commanding voice. She turns around to face me with an evil smile. “I have a new purpose for your life. I think you’ll make a fine mate for my bitch.” I find I can’t move from the spot I am in. The door closes and locks, the front window shades pull down, and the lights turn off. There is an eerie green glow throughout the shop that casts weird shadows everywhere. Why does she think I would be such a good mate to whatever woman she has in mind? I’m not married and I have no interest in doing so. She must really be crazy.

I am suddenly standing naked with nothing more than a silver dog choker around my neck. I can see myself eerily reflected in a mirror opposite from where I am standing. Definitely not a pretty sight. I don’t know how she did this but right now I am getting panicky. I try to object but nothing comes out of my mouth except growling noises. What is she doing to me?

Seanday Reloaded: Wolf-boy

"Jake. I don't believe you," came the voice on the computer.

"I'm telling you it's not me!" Jake peered into the Skype camera and pulled a face.

"Prove it! Lets see you and Carter at the same time. You said he was there right?"

Jake pulled at his lip for a moment. "Yeah he's here, but I don't know where he is at the moment."

"A-ha! See I knew Carter was a suit, I know when you're lying to me." There was an air of satisfaction in their voice.

"Wait, look give me a couple of minutes let me see if I can find him. The party is crazy here, he's probably fixing himself a snack or something."

The Pet, Part 1

By Seuzz

"Hey Jan," Michael said, bounding up beside the other student and clapping him on the shoulder.

"John," the boy corrected him. He gave Michael a narrow look.

Michael blinked. "I can never tell the two of you apart," he muttered.

"No one can," John said, relaxing a little. "You could look at my clothes, though." He plucked at his basketball jersey. "I'm the one who goes out for sports," he said loftily.

"If you two are identical, how come--"

"Jan just doesn't go for team activities. We play ball all the time at home, though." He and Michael continued walking along the covered portico in front of the high school, then turned past the band/orchestra room. "I bet he could kick your ass."

"I'd like to see him try," Michael laughed. "You should invite me over. Hey Kathleen."

"Losers." The two boys had to stop--less because they wanted to ogle the head cheerleader than because she had stepped right into their path and was imperiously shaking out her hair and adjusting her skirt before moving on. They turned to watch her go.

Michael nudged John. "You should invite her over to your house sometime."

"She'd kick my ass and then wouldn't show up," John sighed.

"Well, I'd show up if you asked me, though I'd punch you if you tried kissing me, you pussy gay-ass faggot!"

John flinched in surprise, but relaxed again at Michael's friendly grin. "Why are you here so late after school?" he asked cautiously.

"Detention. You know how it is." He swung his arm around and rubbed his shoulder. "Zelezny frowns on vigilante violence, but it's the only way to keep the plebes in line."

"I thought maybe you had football practice."

"Not today. Where you off to now?"

They'd come to the bike racks, and John was unlocking his. "Home. Eventually." He hiked his backpack up further onto his shoulders. "Probably just ride around a bit first."

"Well, I'll see you later," Michael said, and rubbed his nose with the heel of his hand.

John smiled weakly, then mounted his bike and pedaled away. He resisted the urge to glance back.

* * * * *

"Hey boy, I'm happy to see you too!" John exclaimed as he dropped the bike in front of the side gate. "Are you excited to see me? Are you?"

The golden retriever leaped at the fence, barking joyfully. John pushed through the gate and let the dog plant its paws on his shoulders, and he rubbed its ears and neck lovingly. "Did they feed you yet?" The dog barked again. "They didn't? What's wrong with them?" The dog bounded along happily beside him as he crossed to the plastic bin that held the dog food. From it he scooped two cups of feed into the dirty bowl, and Landru--named for the benevolent, omnipresent deity in an old science-fiction show--gobbled it down, seeming to forget its benefactor.

John passed into the house. "I'm home! Mom? Jan?" No one answered, but he wasn't surprised. He passed through the living room and into the back part of the house, to dump his backpack onto one of the beds in the room he shared with his twin brother. He opened the laptop and checked his email. There was one from his dad with the subject line "Do you need $$$?" He quickly deleted it unread, as he did with almost all his father's emails.

"Yo! You home yet?" a voice called faintly from the front of the house.

"I'm back here!"

Running footsteps heralded the arrival of Jan, who bounded into the room and leaped onto his own bed. "You didn't clean up after yourself this morning," he said smugly. "Mom is so going to yell at you."

"I'll tell her it was your fault."

"Oh, she knows whose fault it is," Jan gloated. "I told her." He laughed as John flipped him off.

They were both sixteen, and as Michael had intimated, identical in everything but their wardrobes: sun-bleached hair, rosy cheeks, eyes that twinkled and lips that curled with mischief and happiness. Both were lanky, with big wrists and elbows and hands and knees and feet, and both were thin like bows taut with latent energy ready to spring out. Jan drummed his hands on the bed. "So how was practice?"

"'s okay," John shrugged. "I ran into Michael Stroud afterward."

"Yeah? Your nose isn't caved in."

"He was actually nice to me."

"Pfft. Freak is bipolar. So what are we gonna do? Xbox?"

"I thought I'd take Landru for a run."

"Didn't you get enough running at practice? I wanna shoot guys."

"Where were you?" John asked, and a peevishness leaped into his voice "No one fed him."

"Who, Landru? That's your job. You're the one who wanted a dog."

"And when we got him, you did too. Don't you like Landru?"

"I love Landru. But I wasn't the one stupid enough to say 'Please mom, if we get a dog I'll feed him every day'!" Jan grinned.

"Well, you stay and fire up the Xbox. Get the first few levels cleared," John replied. "I'm taking Landru over to the field. After I take a long shit," he added.

* * * * *

Landru bounded and ran and sniffed and barked and chased after the croquet ball John had brought with him. He started at one point to run into the pond, but a sharp word from the teenager brought him back. After a good thirty minutes John said "Home, boy," and the dog ran off while his master followed at a much slower pace.

His mom was back by the time he arrived. "Set the table," she said from the kitchen as he walked past.

"Hi mom," he replied, stepping back to stand in the door frame.

"Hi honey. Set the table?"

He looked around. "Are we all eating together tonight?"

She looked up from the pot she'd set on the stove. "Don't you want to eat with your mother?" she said with the gravity of a woman who knows she is making her son feel guilty, and hating herself for it, but is unable to stop herself. When John winced, she relented with a sigh. "You boys can eat in your room again. Like always."

"Mom, if you want us to--"

"No, it's alright. I have some work I have to do anyway."

"Where's Jan?"

"I sent him to the store. How's Landru?"

"Exhausted. My brother will forget stuff, you know."

She gave him a look. "You wanna chase after him, hold his hand?"

"It'll piss him off," John grinned.

"Don't use bad words, sweetheart. He's got the list. But here--" She jotted on a slip of paper as the water heated. "You have money?"

"Enough for these things," John replied as he glanced at the list, and dashed out the door.

* * * * *

John was in the middle of his homework when he felt eyeballs on the back of his head. He looked around to find Jan in the doorway, frowning at him. "Are you pissed at me?" his twin asked.

"Don't use bad words," John replied.

"Fuck you," Jan retorted, then glanced worriedly over his shoulder. "Are you pissed at me?"

"Why would I be pissed at you?"

"Because you went to the wrong store and couldn't find me?"

"No, it's not that." John turned back to his homework, pencil poised thoughtfully over the paper. But when he turned back, it was with a seeming change of subject. "We should invite Michael Stroud over for some ball."

Jan's eyes widened. "Are you--" Again, he glanced over his shoulder. "Are you fucking nuts?"

"We can take him, the two of us. He doesn't do hoops. You can even be on his team. I'll still win." He smiled faintly. "Won't that be sweet?"

"He won't take us up on it."

"It was his idea."

"He won't remember. I told you, he's a freak, all mental." Jan waved his hands around his head. "And if you ask him, he'll try punching you but wind up hitting me."

"So we challenge him in front of his friends. He won't back down then."

Jan groans. "I don't want to have to deliver your eulogy, but if that's what you want to do," he conceded glumly. "Anyway, are we okay now?" John nodded happily. "Awesome. Oh, Mom's taking me to church with her. The choir director needs help moving stuff."

"Do I need to come?" John asked. His brother shook his head.

* * * * *

As John returned to his studies, Jan went out to the car. But instead of getting in the passenger side, he climbed behind the wheel. He then smoothly pulled off his baggy t-shirt and expertly slipped on a bra and blouse. As he shook at his hair he simultaneously plucked at his chest, and each time he did so, the fabric as it settled bulged out a little more, until it was draping over soft, maternal breasts. His hair fell lower and lower, covering his eyes and the back of his neck, and changing from a bleached blonde to a ruddy chestnut. His features bled and ran like mascara in the rain. But it was running in reverse, and when it cleared he was neatly and expertly made up. He slipped a few pins into his hair, then slid off his tennis shoes and pulled on the pumps that were in the floorboard. He was already in "mom jeans."

Then, as the spitting image of his and John's mother, he started the car and backed into the street.

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Read part 2 and part 3 at writing.com

Pussy Story

by Slick Psych

“Damn that was a trip….” I awoke from a dream-like slumber feeling light headed and unbalanced. When I looked up, I saw myself. “What tha fuck is this?” I think, realizing that the perspective from which I am viewing myself is unnatural. 

“Good afternoon sleeping pussy.” The thing inside me said to me while flashing a double bird in arrogant diffidence to me. It continued: “Been nice watching my absolute favorite cat in the world take its afternoon siesta.” He reached out to my face and began stroking it. Without realizing it, I was letting out a soft purr.

“You such a nice pussy,” he continued, his patronizing tone was making me feel relaxed and happy. He never says nice things to me. It seems as though he always hates me. He kicks me with his size 12 Jordans all the time and it makes me feel so worthless. Just staring tat that big foot makes me nervous, especially when he’s wearing his shoes. Wait a minute… this isn’t right….

He slaps my face and I immediately stand up. “If momma don’t throw you out because o your condition, I might just havta put you to sleep myself.”

Put me to sleep? What? Why would master do that?

He stands up and I look at him. He’s such a handsome guy. That face is so sexy to me. It screams that he’s a flirt. I always get jealous when he brings home other pussies and doesn’t play with me. I mean, those other pussies don’t serve him like I do! As he takes off his shoes and I see his feet, I'm compelled to go over and start licking them. I especially enjoy licking in-between his long toes. He seems amused by my affection.

He goes to take off his shirt and shorts. He throws them in my general direction and I immediately pounce on them with alacrity. I love smelling his used clothes. Sometimes, I can taste his cum on his boxers. He goes to the shower and turns it on. I follow him to the bathroom and bounce on the sink adjacent to the shower. He looks at me.

“Ah, pussy wants a peep show, eh? Well, enjoy it kid cause you’re never getting it back.”

 

Get what back? I wonder what master is talking about. As he lathers up his rather long thing between his legs, he looks at it and smiles. Then he turns back to me, before closing the curtain.

“And, if I got my spell right, you will probably never even remember being me. Haha, there’s a reason why Jellicle Cats have many different names. Everytime we go to the Heavy Side Layer, we are reborn. Can’t complain with this rebirth at all!”

I look at him quizzically. Oh well, I love master. Even though I’m not his favorite pussy, he is my favorite man!

Good Boy! (Sunday Bonus)

Special Guest Post by Erick S.

“You sure you don’t want to come out?” said Kevin, “We sure are having a great time, and everybody’s been saying how you’ve been acting real strange all day.”

I could only stare helplessly at him as I watched him manipulate my body… the best response I could muster was a low growl. Here I was trapped inside the body of my Golden Retriever, Rex, and Kevin was inside of mine, enjoying a day out at the lake with all of my friends — and none of them had any freakin’ idea that anything was amiss!

“You know,” he said, “If I were you, I’d start playing the part a little bit better — especially if you ever want to get back into your own body again. So what do ya say, huh boy? Why don’t you come out and play and jump in the lake and all the things that Rex usually does. And maybe if you’re a real good boy, I’ll throw ya a nice bone to chew on once we start grillin’ later!”

DogSuit

“Yeah, Yeah.. I know the house is impossible to get into; tens of security guards posted 24/7, but we need to get this kid – I need to get in this kid. With his wealth, his family name who knows what future he has!”

“Jack, I’ve found a way into the house, and I need your help - check your email I’ve sent a picture.”



“What you’ve stolen his dog?”

“Yeah, I took it from the dog walker”

“So what you gonna do? Train it to take out all the guards and open the doors?”

“Shut up! just come over and I’ll show you”

Jack arrived and was surprised to see Bruno the dog asleep, Romeo just smiled and rested his foot on the dog’s side – it collapsed inwards as he put pressure on it..

“You’re joking!” exclaimed Jack

“No I need someone to return the dog to the house, who knows you might even get a reward! Once I’m inside the house I can get alone with John and take him by surprise.”

Jack watched as Romeo removed the collar from the dog and then his own clothes.

Pulling open the dogs powerful jaws Romeo started to squeeze into Bruno. It was tough, tight but Romeo’s body was gulped down the dogs throat; swallowed up by the powerful animal bit by bit.

Finally only Romeo’s head remained, Jack stood there with his mouth open and then he blinked a couple of time in disbelief.

Walking over Jack pulled Bruno’s heavy set head over Romeo’s, there was a sucking noise as Romeo’s face was pulled into Bruno’s. The dogs empty eyes suddenly blinked and Romeo’s blue eyes look out, another couple of blinks and the blue eyes returned to Bruno’s black eyes.

The dog squirmed out of Jack grasp and backed off growling and showing its fearsome teeth, hell even the hair on Bruno’s back was lifting.

Jack backed away as Bruno approached barking loudly. Then just as quickly as it started Bruno stopped, sat down and started panting, his huge tongue flopping out the side of his mouth.

It took a couple of gulps and spoke “Haha – I fooled you, I have all the dog’s memories – I know the house inside out!” it said with Romeo’s voice.

“Now put the collar back on and take me back to the house, hopefully it won’t be long before I’m out of this dog skin and into John.”

Jack secured the collar and clipped on the lead before taking Bruno back to the house. Jack was rewarded and Romeo in the guise of Bruno was in the house.

Read part two here