Seanday Break: Something Furry

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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My time was running out, but I'd found my next home. Although I looked quite normal, a seventeen year old a touch skinny and a little awkward this form was becoming unstable. I should have expected it really, I'd obtained it two years ago and I was already 6 months overdue for a change. He'd started to feel itchy, and grated on my conscious continually, whether it was the claustrophobic tightness or something that used to feel comfortable and like home now started to feel alien to me.

I don't know how many of us there are in the world, but I know for one thing we are damn good at hiding; even from each other.

We all have the ability to shape-shift, to change our identity; physically, but only for about an hour or so. I'd use this ability to track and follow him, being his friends, a stranger asking for the time perhaps or a friendly shop assistant, it all helped to understand his choices, the way he reacted to different situations, all important.

I scratched at my elbow, the tightness and irritation was becoming worse.

By now I knew his routine and today he would be at the gym; I looked at my mobile, 19:30 yeah he'd be finishing soon.

I waited for an opportunity and it arrived on schedule, Kenny one of the personal trainers.

I turned and bumped into him, grabbing his shoulder; "Sorry man, entirely my fault."

"No problem, just look where you're going next time." He retorted.

I gave him a quick smile and walked off towards the gym, tossing his keys in the air catching them and clipped his ID to my shirt.

Caption This (12th Nov)

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Seanday Break: Jock Enhancement

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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Deep heavy breathing, a huge rush of air with every breath a tightness across your chest, the rush of blood in your ears, something unfamiliar to you. With a groan your head rolls to the side, your vision starts to clear, and you blink a couple of times.

Through obscured vision you see feet, lots of them shuffling, walking, jogging. The throbbing in your head beats in time with your pounding heart; through the noise something catches your attention

“Jason, Jason!” You turn your head to face the voice and blink. Someone crouches in front of you and a helmeted face comes into view. “Jason you OK?” The guy waves his hand in front of your face and you jerk a little. He stands towering over you, still slightly dazed you see him wave at something to your right.

You let out a long sigh, and close your eyes hoping it will help the throbbing in your head, “No-no-no, stay with me bro’, keep your eyes open,” you blink again and try to focus on the face of the guy kneeling again in front of you, “that’s it stay with me.”

You’re looking up and someone else comes into view; dropping a bag. He’s checking you over, the voices are muffled but you think you hear him say, “Did he lose consciousness?”

“I’m not sure, it was one hell of a tackle, helmet-to-helmet, damn!” The guy kneeling next to you replies. You let out a groan and try to sit up, “No, lay still for a moment,” He pushes on your chest, “the medic is here he’s just going to check you over.”

Caption This (5th Nov)

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Seanday Eclipse

This maybe horror... or relief for some; for others a murmur of indifference.

The story is: I'll be taking a break for a month or so. You know I enjoy writing and look forward to reading your comments just as much, but when it becomes a chore to keep to the writing schedule I feel it's time to stop and take a breath.

I will be around of course, and the “Caption This” on Saturdays will continue. If you want a chat, then hit me up on Google Hangouts, Twitter, Tumblr, comments below or email (smitch1981 @gmail.com).

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Second Coming: The Rage Within

A Halloween repost from the archives. 

Darren stood for a moment and looked around the old house, certainly older than the others in the street. It was built in 1887; Victorian Second Empire apparently. Steeped in history he was told, a true fixer upper they said. Still he was grateful for his uncle who left it to him in his will. But as Darren looked at the photo from who knows when, even then its wooden frame, its dark aged slatted walls, sighed with the years.

It had sat unoccupied for a good five years before the will was read, due to Darren's uncle going missing. The investigation to find him had been thorough, but he was never found and the house had suffered from serious neglect in the meantime.

Darren decided that he would simply renovate the house and sell it; he had no interest in the family history. He started to move an old chest--one of the few remaining items in the house--and a photograph, paled and aged, dropped to the floor. He picked it up; it appeared to be a group of football players in a locker room. They were all holding up their fists proudly showing their championship rings. Darren remembered his uncle talking about the time the football team won the college tournament. He ran a finger across the faces, and smiled as he spotted his uncle; he hadn't seen him for almost twenty years now. He propped the photo on the chest and stood back wondering what cards fate had dealt his uncle.

The restoration was tough; he'd worked through the house room by room and was only half way done. He had only started working on the ground floor box room in the morning. It was a peculiar room with no windows and appeared to have no purpose. The wallpaper was dark and mottled with a pattern that seemed to shift if you stared at it too long.

Caption This (29th Oct)

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Seanday Lunch: Winner's Line

"Quit fooling Jack," I growled as I framed the picture. "Act your age!"

He smirked and looked at me. "What, my real age or Tommy's?"

"Your boy's age, you dope," David said with a sigh.

Jack covered the lens. "This is how my boy smiles for the camera, I should know!"

"Come'n Jack, don't spoil the day," David moaned.

"Just chill will you guys, I just want picture," I told them.

Caption This (22nd Oct)

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Seanday Filler: Turn-a-Round, pt2

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I'd seen Tommy from the window, he was a senior and looked like he'd eat me for breakfast and ask for more!

It was a risk, but I stretched open Logan's mouth again, and started to feed my feet inside.

It was warm, tight and clingy. I pushed in deeper, his body bunched up as my legs found their way, all the way down to his feet. I wriggled my toes and watched Logan's move, his calves and heavy thighs moved when I did.

Pulling up his waist, I felt my ass drop into his, then I winched. My dick was trapped, twisted. Sliding my hand inside his mouth, I searched inside his body and released my member. Finding a hole I fed dick inside.

I gasped; a shiver skated down my spine. I looked down, Logan's, no my dick? It was hard. I touched the tip with a finger, and shuddered. The thick, appendage certainly wasn't mine, but I could feel the touch. I wanted to know what was going on, but I knew Tommy would be calling again.

Caption This (15th Oct)

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Seanday Filler: Turn-a-Round, pt1

"No, no, no. Not now!"

This was the first time I'd dared to enter someones house. My lip started to quiver as I slid down the door.

I'd only had scraps of food for the past few days. I was picking through a bin behind a cafe when two servers came out, told me I was worthless. I'd been called worse, but then they started to push me around. I did my best to protect myself, but they punching me; cut my eye. I fell, but I managed to scramble to my feet, and run.

My stomach was turning inside out, I was so hungry. Then I saw the house--big and expensive looking. I thought the house was empty, a guy had just left in a Jeep. I saw an open window and leaned in, it was a bathroom. I hopped on the sill, and then fell inside. I'd told myself that they'd never miss a box of cookies or something.

Then I'd heard the voices; just outside. There was some shouting, the door shuddered as someone fell against it. Then it went quiet.

I heard them talking, laughing as well. I got to my feet and pushed my ear to the door.

"How long does it take?"

"Couple of minutes," the other replied.

"This is going to be sweeeet."