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 Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:21 pm
It felt worse than it looked. Several months worth of weight-training pushed into a few hours. Almost every muscle in your body thickens and bulks, your skin thickens as well, and turns an ashen grey color. Body hair is thicker everywhere you already have hair, but at this points still more closely resembles human hair than fur.
While perhaps you might be considered lucky by some of the other islanders at this point, your muscles are so sore and tender it makes it hard to move for several hours. Though it might be hard to tell between the muscle mass, your shoulder's and hips have a wider girth, and your arms have lengthened slightly, which, coupled with the mass gain, make none of your clothes fit right anymore.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:32 am
Steroids...without the steroids
18.11.06 - The first change takes place during the night, leaving Oz quite the pathetic creature in the morning. Time had just seemed to lose all meaning over the past week. Whether an hour or a day had passed, it didn't take away the haunting reminder of what could be Oz's fate he saw everday in the Islanders as they busied themselves with their own lives. Acting like they were normal, when they weren't. Oz had come to accept the truth of the Island, but still grappled with the animal/human debate. And whilst the general consensus was that the Island was inescapable, they can't just give up...can they? At least Oz was still able to continue with his proposed detox. Without counsellors or therapists, he couldn't tackle the whole mental portion of alcohol addiction, but he could tackle the diet part. Well, the exercise part. He'd still been eating like a pig. On this fateful evening, Oz returned to his duplex, his whole body sort of drooping in fatigue. The first thing on his agenda when he got inside - a nice hot shower. And thats precisely what he did. Strolling around his duplex, naked as the day he was born, he had a brisk shower, drying himself off just enough to clamber straight into bed. Overcoming the ache in his muscles, he promptly fell into dreamland. But sleep would not be so sweet... The burning in his muscles was so intense as to wake him from slumber, even one that had been induced by gas. His breathing was frantic, his heart thumping in his chest. What was this pain!? He grasped his shoulder with a hand, rubbing it furiously as he tried to massage the pain away. But it only got worse. He felt it. With his hand. As the shooting pains struck him across his collarbone and shoulder-blades, he felt his neck muscles physically plump in his hand. As if shot with a canonball, Oz just threw himself back against the headboard. Breathless. Harrowing gurgles of pain escaping his mouth. Panicked attempts with uncontrollable arms to scratch and grasp at the throbbing parts of his body. And the burning...the burning...that just penetrated every muscle fibre... And it didn't just end with the shoulders, oh no. His arms began convulsing as they too suddenly expanded. His chest. His back. His hips. His...oh no...his legs! The most painful memory of his past became even more painful. The scarring on his knee split as the new muscle set in. He wanted to grasp it, to stop the bleeding. But...his arms...he couldn't move them! He couldn't move anything! He had to sit and watch in pain as other scars opened up too, staining the bedsheets. His mind was a flurry of chaos. What's happening?! Why does it hurt so much!? Oh GOD PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME! This isn't real, this has to be a nightmare! Am I dying? Did something go wrong? What am I becoming!?The burning began to ease away, leaving a twitching mass that should have been a man in its wake. Before long, Oz simply passed out, having only the strength to lay himself down awkwardly on the bed before darkness seeped in... It wasn't until the early afternoon that life returned to Oz. He blinked himself awake. Blurry. Everything was blurry. His vision, his smell, his hearing. Everything. He felt totally numb, as if his body no longer existed. And in a sense, he was right. It didn't exist in the same way it was. A definite increase in muscle across his whole body, and a wider girth, which ultimately made his head look a little small. And something else had happened that Oz would not discover until later... Burning. Thats all he could remember. Did he have a fever during the night? His bedsheets did feel damp. As he tried to reach forward to feel the bedsheets with a hand, he was struck by the painful and jerky movements that his arm could only manage to do. Too much exercise? The liquid he sampled from the bedsheets, however, wasn't sweat. It was blood. Oh god! What happened?He wanted to get up. Now. But his body just didn't co-operate. Instead of sitting up straight away to survey what had happened, he slowly lurched himself up, some muscles working, others screaming as they were used for the first time. Now everything didn't seem so dull. As sleep began to ebb, the aches and pains began to intrude, flooding Oz's already overwhelmed head. But that was of little importance as he gazed upon the small pools of blood on his bed. Dare he look? He swallowed hard and bit his lip, then began the terrifying task of looking at exactly what the changes had done to him. The scars on his arms weren't too bad, they'd only split to the point of being mild scratches. The taste of blood on his lips meant he'd had a nose-bleed, as he was prone to after the second time he broke his nose. No other blood on his face, as far as he could feel at least. And now the legs... Words could not describe his horror as he saw the mangled and bloody opening on his left knee. It had stopped bleeding, but was still sticky to the touch. And incredibly sore. With a heavy heart and a suffocating feeling of dread, Oz ventured to move his leg. He could move it. It was painfully stiff, and Oz knew he would not be able to put his weight on it. But at least he hadn't been crippled permanently. He slumped backwards, resting once more against the headboard and wall. Exhausted in every way possible, Oz just sat there. Breathing. Sighing. Looking around. Staring at things. Closing his eyes. Finally, as though his mind had been given enough time to reboot, he glanced across at the intercom. He needed help, of any kind. Whether it was a friend, or one of the villains from the lab. Easing himself to the edge of the bed, all of his muscles still frozen in their swollen and sore state, he tentatively put one foot to the floor, then the other. Using one arm as support on the bedside cabinet, he began to lift himself. But he toppled almost immediately, landing with a heavy thump. "Ah s**t!" he growled, wincing. He was right, his left knee could not sustain any weight on it. With his mind focused only on the pain and getting help for it, he dragged himself across the floor of his duplex, and then hauled himself up a precarious standing position next to the intercom. What was it now...# for the labs? But did he really want help from the labs? Oz didn't know anyone else...wait a minute. What about Gaius? He looked like a fairly stable fella. Duplex 62. He punched that into the number pad and was so relieved to hear a voice reply. Whilst he waited for Gaius to arrive, it dawned on him that he was still stark naked. Sleeping in the nude was the only way to keep cool in this place. Oz rifled through his drawers, still balancing unsteadily on only one leg, grabbing the first pair of clean boxers he could find. But...they were tight. Very tight in fact. There was a knock at the door. He had no time to think more of his clothing problem. Oz had to wave off Gaius' concerned comments and together they hobbled down the stairs. Gaius' legs had improved with the training he was doing, but was still prone to the odd wobble now and then. Slowly but surely, they made their way to the medical centre. Gaius had wanted to stay a while longer, just to make sure Oz was alright, But Oz insisted that he get going, he had things to do and taking care of a lumpy old Brit wasn't one of them. He was in good care at the medical centre. The nurse had given him some painkillers, cleaned all his opened scars, and had neatly stitched his knee-scar back together. She said he should count himself lucky - it was only the skin tissue that had become damaged during his change. If anything, the previously damaged muscle may start to fix itself as his changes progressed. But Oz didn't feel lucky at all. He waved goodbye to Gaius, mentally vowing to repay the fella at the next opportune moment. He looked at the skin on the back of his hand...it was GREY! Finally free of pain's constricting grip, he could take count of his new appearance. Yes, he was hoping to lose weight and gain muscle. But the grey? Hell no! Every inch of him was grey! He looked like a zombie! Especially now with a compliment of fresh scars. Maybe...maybe it was temporary...and he'd get his normal skin colour back later... With the aid of a walking stick kindly provided by the nurse, Oz limped back to his duplex, his mind still too numb to think coherently, his body still too tired to function, and his muscles still too sore to ignore. Quite repulsed by the idea of sitting back on his blood-stained bed, he slumped against a wall instead, laying the can down beside him. Oz slipped back into that coma of sitting, and staring, and breathing, and sighing. And then, like a child trying to be brave after falling down, he fought back the sting of tears in the corners of his eyes. He clenched his forehead, furrowing his brow and gritting his teeth in anger. He pulled one knee close to his chest, hugging it dearly and running a hand over his skull, gripping at his hair to cause any kind of pain to distract him from these thoughts of lost humanity. The events of the night just cosumed his very being. There was no escaping it now.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 1:30 pm
One confused Geisha + one charming Brit - the 'Danna' = uh oh!19.11.06 - Sayuri gets a bit of an eye-ful of Oz but confides in him about what troubles herThe Grey and the Geisha
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:47 pm
There isn't a Topman on the Island, is there?
20.11.06 - Oz must give in to anger and pride and actually ask the labs for some new clothing. Another restless night of sleep and Oz practically fell out of bed. On top of searing muscle-ache that was taking days to go away, he'd experienced a few confusing nightmares. Mostly just snatched sequences of himself turning into various animals, since he couldn't determine anything from just the grey skin. Looking back on it, the elephant nightmare was kind of funny...in a disturbing way. But it was a bad sign that his mind just couldn't switch off even in sleep. And it was another morning when he just didn't feel hungry. He'd had to creep to the cafeteria in the darkness, dressed only in some rather embarrassing heart boxers, to avoid meeting anyone. He heaved himself onto the edge of his bed and just stared down at his slightly hairier feet. Then at the intercom. He couldn't keep going on like this, walking around in just his boxers and barefeet. And something had to be done about his bed too. He needed fresh sheets and the old ones had to be removed. In a moment of spontaneous gumption, he stood up, with the aid of his walking stick of course, and walked over to the intercom. He pressed the button for the labs...and silence. What would he say? These were the bastards turning into some unknown animal. These were the bastards taking away his humanity. Locking him away on this Island. Face formed a rather furious glare at the intercom, the faceless personification of the labs and their constant presence in his duplex, in his LIFE. He forced himself to look sideways at the door now, trying to dissipate his anger somehow. If he shouted at the staff, he could only imagine what they might do in response. Quickly, whilst his anger was at its lowest... "Excuse me? There's a problem with my clothing," he started, not waiting for any kind of reception on the other end. "Could you send some new extra large clothing to my duplex please?" Silence. ~"Your request has been put through to the technicians and will be processed shortly."~ "Thank you." Why did he say thank you? Didn't they kind of owe HIM at the moment? If Liamh was right, and Oz had now become a valuable experiment. Surely, they would want to make him comfortable, right? Filled with slight sense of empowerment, he ambled into the bathroom and ran himself a hot bath, simply waiting until his 'request was processed.' Later that day, a package arrived at Oz's duplex, filled with an assortment of extra large clothing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 2:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 4:46 pm
Is she going to eat my nuts!?
30.11.06 - Oz meets Antony in a better situation than the beach party...or is it? Osbourne Caldwell After almost 2 weeks of p***y-footing around after his change, Oz finally felt like he had the strength to return to the workout room. Maybe just a gentle regime to start with. A bit of treadmill to keep his knee loose. Some of the light weights to flex his new muscles. That sort of thing. Thank god the gym was empty at the moment. The new exercise shorts sent compliments of the lab were still a snug fit, much to Oz's distaste. He scrambled onto a bike machine, feeling it creak slightly under his weight. Antoinette Devereux Though the pole was fine and dandy most of the time, Antony found herself with the urge to go running during the middle of the day. Since the sun was shining fierce and bright as per usual, the squirrel woman left the safety of her duplex and made her way over to the gym. Wearing naught but a sports bra and a pair of biker shorts (the fur was hot enough already), Antony stepped inside only to be greeted with a rather large man. He looked familiar, but his name slipped her mind. "Uh... Hello," she greeted with a nose twitch or two. He didn't smell predator, and that was always a good sign. Osbourne Caldwell Oz glanced up in an obligatory acknowledgement of the new person, but he literally did a double-take when he saw her. His legs slowed down considerably on the bike. His head could only process one thing at a time afterall...when did fur start looking so good! "Err...hi," he said, shaking himself from stupor. He recognised her from the beach party a few weeks ago, but her name escaped him also. Antoinette Devereux Her eyebrows raised, but she simply flashed him a squirrelly grin when where she knew him hit her as well, "You helped me carry the cooler." It wasn't so much a question as a statement, and Antony moved to sit on a provided yoga mat to stretch out a bit before hopping onto the tredmill. "I'm Antony," she added as an afterthought, reaching to her side and smacking away a wandering tail before she ended up sitting ontop of it. Osbourne Caldwell "Yeah, thats right. I remember you at the beach party thing...where I managed to upset the friggin tiger and wolf," he chuckled awkwardly, and blushed slightly, although it was lost on his pale skin. He watched her start to stretch, maybe with a little too much enthusiasm. That same battle began in his mind again - fur or female? Could, or SHOULD, he even feel attraction towards Antony, with her white fur, multiple tails and inhuman eyes. Parts of him said she was still female, and still looked quite lovely, but then the other part of him just could not get to grips with bestiality...no matter how slight, considering his own journey towards becoming a beast of some sort. "The name's Oz," he said pleasantly, eyes quite fixed on her legs...then her tails. Antoinette Devereux "Yeah, they're not so bad," she said, sliding her legs straight out in front of her and leaning over them with a yawn. "They protected us when the feral wolf girl tried to make us a buffet." Antony looked up at Oz and caught his interested look, but for the time being, she simply tucked it away for future use. For the time being, the squirrel woman simply continued to stretch a bit longer before pushing herself to a stand and climbing onto the tredmill. "Pleaure Oz. Seems you've changed since the bonfire..." The comment was left open for him to react to as he so wished. Osbourne Caldwell Although Oz had grown accustomed to his new changes, it was still difficult for him to actually accept them still. He could look at himself in the mirror and see it as almost normal, but at the back of his mind, that distubring niggling feeling just gnawed away at him. What caused it? The uncertainty of his 'animal?' The loss of his humanity? Maybe he'd actually be brave enough to ask the Islanders one day. For now, he seemed content with the grey reflection and bulky muscles. He was about to answer Antony about his changes, but her previous statement took precedence. "Feral wolf girl? What feral wolf girl?" Antoinette Devereux The tredmill was turned on and she began to jog at an even pace while holding a conversation with the now grey man. "Well... She used to be an islander, but I heard she went ******** batshit crazy, ripped out her chip, and killed another islander... Yeah." Her tails behind her gave some nervous flicks and it was apparent that she had tensed up ever so slightly at the thought of Anne killing someone. It had almost happened at the bonfire, and that was with two predators there to protect them. It was a scary thought, to say the least. Osbourne Caldwell "Chip? What chip?" he asked further, the confusion scribed on his already lumpy face. "And what do you mean killed someone? Did she...hunt someone...?" All thoughts of Antony in her sports bra and what she might look like in red lacy underwear had flown out the window, and was promptly replaced by the same panicked bubbling he felt in his mind when he first learned of the Island and its inhabitants. He knew he'd gotten too relaxed about this place! By now, he'd stopped cycling altogether. Antoinette Devereux Her face formed a sort of 'oh... s**t' kind of expression, sighing softly before explaining, "There's a chip in the back of your neck... It's attached to the spinal column from what I've heard. It gives the labs the ability to knock out any islander. I mean, it's helpful to us prey creatures when instincts take over chipped islanders, but Anne's is gone..." She frowned, rubbing her muzzle and slowing down to a walk. The urge to flee to her 'den' and go back to hiding in there with her squirreled away stash of food had crept into the front of her mind. "Uh... Can we talk about something else for now?" Really, she didn't like the memories this line of conversation brought up. Osbourne Caldwell She didn't want to talk about it!? What about poor Oz. As soon as Antony mentioned the location of the chip, his hand flew to the back of his neck, feeling around for any sign of it. A scar where they'd inserted it...a lump...anything! Feeling almost like a child who had been reprimanded, he dropped the subject. The numb of the revelations was also taking its toll on his mental coherence. Inside, he was jabbering away to himself whilst trying to form the words he wanted to say. "Err...yeah...I just kind of ballooned in my sleep or something...hurt like hell," he said, going back to the subject of his change. "And I turned into the star of the next Romero film." Antoinette Devereux Antony turned her face away from him for a moment while wiping her hands across and over her muzzle in a grooming sort of fashion to calm herself down. Before the Anne attack, she wouldn't have been this bothered by such a topic, but it simply brought back her own selfish worries on top of her fears of Jamal being caught, or worse, someone else being killed by the b***h. "Try growing tails," she stated grumpily, tail tips lashing a bit behind her. Catching herself before she got too cranky on the subject, she shook her head and turned the machine off. It was just too hard to concentrate and her tails were definitely a liability. "I'd figure albino, but unless you're rather dusty... I highly doubt it." Instead, she plopped back down on the mat and layed down on her back, positioning her tails comfortably before she began to crank out some crunches. Osbourne Caldwell Oz felt like he'd touched a raw nerve. As painful and scary as his first transformation had been, most of the Islanders had been through worse depending on what animal they had been graced with. Feeling quite the doofus just sat on the bike doing nothing, he clambered off it and then parked himself on a yoga mat not far from Antony. "Sorry..." he said, eyes to the floor. How could he possibly apologise for what they were going through, let alone for his dimwittery. "I hope I stay a mammal. I can't be doing with scales, its not in fashion this season." He ended with a chuckle. Antoinette Devereux "That and you'd end up with whatever reptiles have for cocks," she pointed out with a wry grin during a break from her crunches. "So hope for a mammal... Unless you're into those kinds of things." Not that she'd judge him too harshly, but that's be a weird fetish, to say the least. Osbourne Caldwell Oz laughed out loud. He hadn't made it a point to know just what reptiles had in the p***s department, but then again why would he - he got the heebies just looking at them. "Definitely not into scales, yech," he grimaced. "I'd like to stay hot-blooded thank you very much." With that statement came a wandering glance over Antony once more. Maybe fur wouldn't be so bad. Antoinette Devereux Stopping her exercises all together, Antony sat up and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "I don't think I've had sex with someone with a reptile serum yet... And I do believe that talley will stay at zero." A lopsided grin grew across her muzzle as she caught his wandering eyes. "You get used to the fur," she commented with a shrug, "And it's softer than it looks." Osbourne Caldwell "So you're definitely not a lizard lady then. Thats good, I can hope I get covered in fur as well then," he said, switching into flirt mode. The problem with Oz and his flirt mode - it switched on at the most inappropriate times and often with the most inappropriate people. With Sayuri, she was still human looking on the top half. But here with Antony, who was clearly covered in fur and looked like a squirrel, it was still switching on. This would bother him later. "Well, I wouldn't know. I have no fur yet and I'm not about to touch yours." He feared a slap if he did. Antoinette Devereux "Only time will tell," she murmured, reaching a hand up to push some of her loose hair back from her face with a light smirk playing on her lips. His next comment caused her to raise her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips in a sort of challenging manner. "And why not?" Osbourne Caldwell "The last time I touched someone's fur, I got a serious telling off. Granted, I thought she was wearing a costume at the time, but I'm not about to tempt fate," he answered smoothly. He idly looked at his outstretched legs and the uncomfortably snug shorts he was wearing. Antoinette Devereux "Dude, I ended up naked during Truth or Dare..." She began with a roll of her eyes, but soon she trailed off and a look of both realization mixed with a bit of sadistic amusement. "You left before then didn't you...?" Oh the possibilities of torture that were currently flowing through her mind. Osbourne Caldwell Oz's eyebrow quirked up, a cheeky smile forming on his ugly mug. Antony wasn't as human as the girl who stripped on the night, but he imagined her to be just as lovely...wait a minute! What was his mind thinking!? His hormones needed a serious reality check. "I can't believe I missed it. Did I miss any other acts of debauchery?" he grinned. Antoinette Devereux "Well, she and I were... Ah, pressed up against eachother while we were naked," Antony said with a nonchalant shrug, as if two women buck naked and all up on eachother was no big deal. "We were going to kiss, but the party got interrupted I guess you could say." Another shrug couldn't conceal her smirk or the amusement in her eyes, "So you didn't miss much then." Osbourne Caldwell Antony's dismissal of two women touching eachother was almost sexy in itself, let alone the mental image that was then emblazoned on Oz's now testosterone filled brain. His entire posture shifted dramatically, from laidback to rapt attention. "Seriously?" he asked, huge grin sweeping across his face. He unconsciously started ton inch a bit closer to Antony. Antoinette Devereux "Mhm," came the dissmissive reply during the course of pushing herself up onto her feet once more, tails swishing behind her in a sort of swaying motion. Glancing down at Oz, Antony offered him a sweet grin before stepping towards him and stopping just in front of him. Her finger tips played lazily on the white fur just below her navel, as she made an inquisitive sort of noise. "What, have you never seen two women... Together like that?" She pretended to seem mildly shocked, and even 'tsked' him under her breath as if it were a travesty. "I thought that was every guy's fantasy?" Nevermind she knew better than that, but this one seemed to like it. So, she played to his apparent likes. Osbourne Caldwell That somewhat self-confident and slightly moronic grin dulled slightly as Antony got up to approach him, and as if paralysed by the action, he just continued to sit there. Looking up at her. Quite the view. "Well...errr..." he began, eyes locked on those slender clawed fingers toying with that fur, on a part of the body Oz liked to see - her navel. "...of course I have, but...magazines and movies don't exactly...compare to the real thing." Was he nervous? Bashful? Of course he was! He liked to think he was charming and irresistable, but at the first sign of a woman advancing on HIM and he was putty in their hands. Antoinette Devereux "Alas, I much prefer cocks to p***y," she announced bluntly, letting one of her tail tips whack him upside the head playfully before patting him on the head. Instinctively, at a time like this she moved to pull her smokes and a lighter from her pockets, but found that she had neither, causing her to curse under her breath. "I left them at home," the squirrel woman murmured, pouting down at him to appear just a bit younger than reality. Osbourne Caldwell Her rather blunt comment shouldn't have come as a surprise really, considering her open-ness to talk about sexual experiences. But it still shocked him. It broke those images in his head of women being shy, polite creatures to be wooed and won over. Even though he'd met girls like Ant before, it always took him back to hear them swear or talk about sex. "Well...thats a bonus then," he smirked but awkwardly. Oz was still sat down, leaning back slightly on his hands now, looking up at Antony. He flinched slightly as she bopped him with a tail, almost missing her fumble for her cigarettes. His crooked nose wrinkled slightly - he'd never thought much of smoking personally. Antoinette Devereux His comment didn't garner a response, but his nose wrinkle did cause her to give him a sheepish sort of grin, an act of course. "Everyone has their vices," she chuckled with a half shoulder shrug. "Besides, who cares about cancer when we're turning into ******** animals?" In the end, cancer may just be a sort of blessing in disguise. That way, she'd die here on the island and ruin Moreau's experiment, or at least, his little multi-tailed albino squirrel what the ******** experiment. The idea was forgotten just as quickly as it had come to her, and the squirrel woman occupied her hands by settling them on her hips right above the waistband of her exercise shorts. Slowly, a wicked grin crept up on her muzzle, "You know, I have some exercise equipment in my room that may be better suited for a man such as yourself..." Osbourne Caldwell Oz shrugged and chewed his tongue in a moment of reflection. She was right. If smoking was her vice, drinking was his. And she may take exception to his rather alcohol-fuelled past. "You make a good point," he sighed, finding her comment a sharp reminder of what was happening. Oz has this pecularity of somehow forgetting this situation, thinking it be some how normal. Was it the range of normal things he could do everyday? Was it the way people all seemed like normal people, save for a few skin colourations and extra bits? It only seemed apparent to Oz whenever someone brought it up. But his musings lasted a split second. "You do? Like what?" he asked, displaying a rather child-like curiosity. Antoinette Devereux At his question, she looked contimplative, chewing on her lip ring ever so lightly as her teeth could now pack quite a punch if applied properly. "Well," she finally replied, "I guess you'll have to just come over to find out yourself now won't you?" A waggle of her eyebrows followed the teasing. With a simply grin, Antony took a step or two back before turning and walking towards the door, making sure to add her physical feminine wiles to the equation during that short distance. Peering over her shoulder, her eyebrows raised expectantly, "Coming?" Osbourne Caldwell Well, that was an invitation for hijinks if Oz had ever heard one! Did it bother Oz that Antony was a furry-all-over giant squirrel? Well, taking a leaf out of her book - he was turning into an animal just like she was, so what did it matter? Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he was battling with this, but his hormones were winning out at the moment. He could only imagine, with boyish delight, what this 'exercise' would be. Obviously quite enthusiastic, he scrambled to his feet and joined her at the doorway. "Your own exercise equipment. That explains those legs," he said smoothly. Antoinette Devereux It was good to see that she still had her womanly mojo, and though his eagerness reminded her of someone much younger, she brushed that and the rather lame pick up line aside for now. Again, instead of gracing it with a 'witty' comment of her own, Antony slid on her sunglasses and pushed open the door. The walk to her duplex wouldn't take long, but the ever so subtle tail motions ontop of her usual sort of walk in such a situation would probably make it seem much longer to Oz. Unlocking her duplex door finally, the squirrel woman motioned him inside and would shut the door afterwards. There were gnawed wood shavings in the trashcans and some poorly whittled animal figurines littering her coffee table and the countertop. Sketchbooks were spread out on several surfaces as well, and some were even open. In the corner were several packing boxes chock full of empty bottles, both soda and alcohol alike. Recycling possibly? "It's a bit messy..." She apologized with a lazy shrug of apathy. Osbourne Caldwell The journey to Ant's duplex had been done in relative silence, mostly because of the strange feeling that he was a lamb being led to the slaughter. Oz quite often chewed his lip, eyes drifting over Antony's form many times, each time getting more and more used to it, even turned on by it. White always meant purity to Oz, but Antony had already managed to dispel that belief. Upon arrival, he felt almost giddy. Antony was a far cry from Sayuri, maybe he expected her to be somewhat more spicy. Inside, it was a little messy, but that didn't bother him. His interest was peaked by the various sketchbooks and carved animals, to the extent where he was quite enraptured for a few moments. "Hehe, you should see my room. Nothing really fits anymore, all my torn clothing is scattered everywhere," he said, picking up a sketchbook and flipping through it. "Did you do all these?" Antoinette Devereux "Hmm? Oh those, yeah. I used to be a tattoo artist, and a mechanic before all this... Drawing is the closest thing I can get to either anymore..." A half smile appeared before she reached down and pulled the fur on her chest back as best as she could to show him her tattoos. "See...?" Conveniently, she had chosen to lean back on the pole, tails curling somewhat around it just because it was there. "Ready to exercise then...?" Her eyes slid up to his face and she let her lids lower somewhat to add a sort of sultry atmosphere to her words. Osbourne Caldwell Oz inched a little closer, leaning and squinting to see the tattoos still inscribed on Antony's pale skin beneath the fur. Impressive. She certianly had a talent, although he wondered how a mechanic and a tattoo artist led to the carved animal figures. "Aww, its shame you don't have any tattoo equipment - I've always wanted one, but I was often too drunk or too skint to get one," he said with a smile, seeming at much greater ease now. Attention back on the sketchbook, his eyes lifted to Antony slowly, dragging themselves away from the drawings to...WOW! He dropped the sketchbook when he saw this squirrel temptress clinging to what appeared to be... ...a stripper's pole. Antoinette Devereux "Quite a shame," she agreed sadly, "Maybe for Christmas hmm?" It was ever so difficult for Antony to not giggle at Oz's initial reaction once he realized what she was in fact leaning against. "Yes?" The squirrel woman purred, allowing the nail of her index finger to trail ever so lightly along his jawline before pulling away. Osbourne Caldwell Oz felt drawn in by Antony's finger, his jaw slightly slack in wonderment of what could possibly be the best damn dream fantasy that had ever come true. Save for the fact Antony was a squirrel, it was perfect! Unable to summon words at the moment, he simply nodded his head, a moronic grin plastered on his face. Antoinette Devereux "Anything in particular you want right about now?" She asked point blank with one cocked eyebrow, forcefully enough to get her point across that he was to answer the question verbally. Osbourne Caldwell The moronic grin was soon accompanied by a heavy blush, despite his grey skin. There was SO much he wanted right now...right? But was it right to feel so turned on by Antony? She was a giant squirrel afterall. But she was a powerful giant squirrel and oh so tempting... And despite his eagerness, it was becoming increasingly difficult to form into words what his body was aching to do. And whereas he could be so bold with his mermaid, he couldn't summon the courage to reach out and grab Antony. She didn't seem submissive in the slightest! He physically seemed to falter, eyeing Antony with hungry eyes but not doing much else. It was another case of when put into the situation he actually wanted, he didn't know what to do. He stepped closer, pressing himself to her, gently perching his large hands about her hips, lightly fingering the top of her shorts. This close feeling... ...then it happened, his body speaking louder than words. "Thats...what I'd like to do..." he whispered, almost ashamed to say it, as he nuzzled into the side of head. Antoinette Devereux When he finally asserted himself, Antony let out a soft 'oh my' sort of sigh to pull him along a bit before catching him in a kiss, which was deepened ever so slightly until she suddenly pulled away. Her hand pressed against his chest to keep him from continuing as a tainted sort of smile filled her maw. When her eyes opened and caught Oz's, the lust was evident, but so was something else. Something a little more dangerous for the rugby player. "Will you do something for me first?" She breathed deeply, placing her free hand atop of one of his, much larger hands and pushing it down and behind her. Over her rear, where she let it linger a little longer before moving it onto the cool metal of the pole. "Show me some moves, and then I'll show you some of mine..." Her request was murmured lustfully as she delicately chewed on her lip, a hopeful look in her albino eyes. A little incentive never hurt anyone. Osbourne Caldwell Oh the tease! The kiss was a surprise but was so good, why did she have to end it so soon? He could still taste her on his lips, his eyes fixed on her as she pulled away and continued to torment him and his rather excited crotch. Chest heaving, heart thumping, her request took a long time to process as he just revelled in the feeling of his hand cupping her rear. "W-what...?" he responded finally, grin dropping. "You want me...to...pole dance?" he looked worried. Aside from making a fool of himself, which wasn't usually a problem, he was afraid of breaking the damn pole! Antoinette Devereux "Nothing too extravagent," she stated simply, "And you'll be rewarded afterwards." Who know, maybe she'd actually give him a proper show at some point in the near future? "Just realize, if you break it... I can't return the favor." With that and a wink, Antony slid herself out from between him and the pole, allowing her body to brush against his chest in the meantime. Osbourne Caldwell Nothing too extravagent...good, 'casue I'M nothing too extravagent either...The offer of a 'reward' was more than enough for Oz. And he was no stranger to humiliating himself all in the name of laughs and good spirits. He tried to keep his hand on her rump for as long as possible as she slipped to a spectator position. He looked at the pole in front of him, thinking about his 'routine' and whether it was really worth it. A glance toward a rather sultry Antony confirmed it. Oh sod it, just go for it!Of the opinion that pole-dancers looked better topless, he whipped off his vest to reveal a broad chest and shoulders, a mildly hairy chest....and his left n****e pierced. Wishing he had a drink right now, he wrapped an arm about the pole, resting his left hip against it in a James Dean lean. With only girl strip shows for influence, this wasn't going to be pretty. He started with a swing around the pole, as if showing off every part for display. To give him credit, he was trying to add a bounce in his step, but a lack of music made rythm impossible. Then he straddled the pole between his legs, looking right at Antony in a mixture of 'Why me?' and lusty advances. He slid himself down the pole slowly, nuzzling its cold surface like he might caress a lover. When he reach the bottom, he stayed squatting, leaning back to rest his weight on his palms. A few pelvic thrusts for good measure, pressing his inflammed crotch to the coldness of the pole. He flinched a little, hauling himself back and then sliding up the pole. He moved around to face Antony, sliding back down with his back to the pole. He began to wish he had a tail now, for support. Still blushing but with a giddy smile on his face, he knew he looked like a twerp but it was almost fun! At the bottom, her splayed his legs to show the obvious tightness in his shorts for Antony to feast her eyes on. With a bit of vigour now and a cheeky smile, he moved back to his straddling move but stopped halfway down the pole and started to lean back...uh oh! CRASH! Oz lost his grip and fell flat on his back. Yeah that was impressive! Antoinette Devereux It wasn't long before Antony had one hand, and then two clasped over her mouth to try and contain her laughter. This she failed miserably at, but made sure to muster up a few winks and whathaveyou to show Oz that she was laughing with him and not at him. Not that he was actually laughing... But the saying still fit in her mind. Regardless of his efforts, his preformance definitely left much to be desired, including a finale that didn't involve him flat on his back. Despite that, however, he had managed to display a sort of rugged charm as well as the ability to let loose and just have fun, even if he did have to be motivated. "Oh. Dear. God." She managed to choke out between laughs and a few coughs as she made her way over to the fallen Oz. "You... Okay?" Stripper pole provided by money from Moreau's bank account: enduring a cranky staff member and two weeks. Polish to keep the pole from tarnishing: a trip to Delia's. Screw driver to tighten the screws: a battle through the jungle to the toolshed. Watching a gorilla man attempt to pole dance... Priceless. Osbourne Caldwell After a while, Ant's laughter didn't bother him simply because it meant she was at least having a good time, either at his expense or joining with him. The fall wasn't the best way to bow out of an improvised pole dance, but maybe it could work in his favour... As Antony came to his side he smiled up at her with a devlish grin not seen until now. "One sec..." He then tripped Antony so she would land on him and he could catch her. "There, now I'm okay," he said wrapping his strong arms about her in a hug. At this moment, he probably wouldn't have minded missing his reward, but other parts of him demanding satisfaction. Antoinette Devereux Though the trip caught her by surprise, she managed not to land atop him in any potentially fatal or very painful manner, and merely squealed as he tripped her and grunted as she landed. "Next time just take me," Antony commented seriously with a purposeful shift of her hips before letting her lips curl into a grin. Moments later a slightly sweaty sports bra hit Oz squarely in the face to the sound of more laughter. "What now huh?" She taunted, making sure to press her chest against his to hide the girls from view. Osbourne Caldwell "I'll take you up on that offer someday," he grinned, his hands gently stroking her back for now. But the bra? An invitation to get his mojo going. The feeling of her breasts against his naked skin felt so good, and she was right - her fur was soft. So very soft. It tingled his skin all over his stomach and chest, it was a way of taunting him all by itself. One hand, then the other ventured down to her rump once again, fingers occasionally weaving through the myriad of tail-bases as he fondled the alternative to his chest. He playfully tugged at her shorts. "I'm hoping these are next," he said in-between sweet kisses to her soft neck, working his way to her shoulders. Antoinette Devereux There were several soft noises of consent at his motions, back automatically arching as he messed with her tail bases. That was most definitely a strange feeling, but not a bad one. "Oh are you?" She questioned rhetorically, tilting her head to the side to allow him more room to do his required work. Ignoring the shorts for now, she bent down to lightly nibble up his neck, making sure she was aware of her teeth all the while. Squirming slightly, she wiggled herself free from his grip, and while covering her chest up with one arm, she stepped out of range of easy capture from his current vantage on the floor. Her chest was heaving slightly as she caught her breath, and to add a bit of insult to injury, Antony turned around, bent over and wiggled her rear at him teasingly. "I think rug burn should be scheduled for later tonight, don't you? As for now..." And with that, she waited until he was already coming after her before darting away from him towards the bedroom. A good game of cat and mouse would be lovely, especially since it'd be a perfect warm-up. Osbourne Caldwell She was escaping from him again? Oz rolled on the floor until he could get up safely and steadily, quite excitable himself. Her every moment was like waving the red flag at a bull and he just got more and more incensed, ready to charge right at her and just pounce all over her. "Just exactly how much have you got scheduled?" he played along, following her into the bedroom, missing her at every leap for flesh. Antoinette Devereux "Lets see how long you can last first, and if you can keep up with me," she taunted, stopping suddenly and about facing him just to see what he would do, "And then we can go from there..." Poking the hungry beast was something she had become quite skilled at over the years, and more literally over the last year. In the end, she knew when to stop dangling the meat out of reach and drop it down to a catchable level. Osbourne Caldwell He hadn't been dashing around like a rabbit on speed after her, he knew he might out-trick her at some point. But Antony saved him the trouble. She stopped quite abruptly, and Oz just sauntered up to within inches of pressing himself into her again. "That sounds like a challenge to me," he smirked, determination scribed all across his face. With no warning, he leaned down and scooped Antony into his arms, carrying her over to the bed. In the manner of a true gentlemen, he laid her down slowly, taking the opportunity to kiss along her collarbone and shoulders and neck. He laid himself at her side, losing a little but of confidence for a few moments, trapped in that same problem that was plaguing him - was this right? They were both people who used to be human and were now changing into something...they were exactly the same. It wasn't a human with a squirrel. It was a half-man with a half-woman. His hesitation became physical when he almost dared not touch her, but courage returned him to make him so bold as to start caressing her thigh. Antoinette Devereux She chuckled and pressed back until she was abruptly scooped up and carried over to the bed like something out of a romantic movie. At this, she rolled her eyes, choosing to believe that he had done that not in a serious fashion, but as an over the top gesture to amuse her. Surprisingly, she didn't notice him falter, and at his bold touch, Antony turned and lost herself with her lips against his. One thing was for certain, this American was going to outlast this Brit, hands down. Osbourne Caldwell And indeed, the American outlasted the Brit. It was morning and Oz could be found stretched out on the sofa, Antony draped over him like she was a furry blanket. Movement. He struggled to open his eyes, blinking himself awake as he slowly looked around the duplex, trying to recall where he was. Then hazel eyes settled upon Antony. Naked. Then himself. Naked. ...oh yeah...squirrel sex... Antony was a sobering sight and he soon found himself quite alert and growing increasingly aware of certain signs of what he'd been upto. The stinging scratches on his back weren't painful but uncomfortable, incurred in the heat of passion. A slight smirk formed on his lips as he looked about the duplex, seeing more signs of where they'd been busy. Antoinette Devereux The squirrel woman had become a sort of morning person, not by choice but by species, and regardless of the lack of sleep the previous night entailed, she woke with the sun and a soft groan. His stirring underneath her brought the woman's attention downwards, "Morning." With a casual pat to his chest, Antony pushed naked self up and off of him and the couch. She soon disappeared into the bathroom, where she stretched and went to the bathroom. Only after she had washed her hands did she return, not bothering to really cover herself up again in the meantime. "Sleep well?" She inquired, testing the waters a bit in case he decided to freak out for some stupid belated reason. Osbourne Caldwell "...morning..." he said quietly as Antony, and her warm fur, departed from his grey naked form. He was still half-asleep, not being the best person in the morning. But that wasn't the problem here. This felt...a little too normal. All through the sexual adventures of last night, it never became truly apparent to Oz that what they were doing should be anything but normal. She had everything in the right places and was a blast in bed. Her fur and tails became part of their intimacy. However, Oz was left with a strange feeling inside, sort of dazed. "Yeah, I did, unsurprisingly," he said, that cheerful tone creeping in halfway through his sentence, a half-smile forming on his face. Antoinette Devereux "That's always good," she chuckled, stepping her way over to wear her usual robe draped over a hook and shrugging it on with a smile. Once covered and tied, Antony pulled a blanket from under the bed and offered it to Oz, "If you want to sleep longer while I go get breakfast, but I won't be offended if you want to leave instead." By now, the drill was unfortunately nothing new for her, and she knew that there were only a handful of options in which he could pick. At least, only a handful of predictable options. There were always those odd ball "can I lick peanut butter off the back of your neck" kind of requests, but as they were both sober and he seemed sane enough, there was hopefully only a very slim chance of one of those reactions. Osbourne Caldwell Oz was almost sad to see her cover up, the naked female form was always something beautiful to behold, whether it was covered in white fur or not. He chewed his lip a short while as he was offered the blanket, finally waving it off in favour of something a little less uneasy than just leaving her or staying here. "I think after a night like that, I'm going to need to re-fuel as well," he sigh-laughed. He stood up, groaning a little as his knee protested. "Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't escort you there." He wasn't sure if Antony liked all this British charm the same way Sayuri did, but he didn't want to feel like a slimeball, using Antony for just one thing and discarding her as easily as a used condom. Oz searched around the duplex quickly to grab his bare essentials, remembering he'd left the rest of his workout gear in the gym. Antoinette Devereux Antony merely nodded, and while he gathered his belongings and dressed, she lit herself a cigarette for the walk there, inhaling it deeply with a sort of satisified murr. Since shoes weren't exactly an issue anymore thanks to her feet, she decided to not even bother with them for the short trip to the cafe. Apparently, underwear and regular clothes were too troublesome as well, and Antony had opted to simply continue to wear her black silky robe and her sunglasses. After a moment of thought, she did tug on a pair of lacy boyshorts to cover her bum because human robes weren't exactly made with tails in mind. The last thing she needed to happen was to get a burn on her a**. "Ready to go?" She asked impatiently, already leaning against the door frame lazily, but with a pleasant look nonetheless. Osbourne Caldwell He finally found his last trainer, slipping it on whilst balancing on his other foot. Not really a good idea considering his left knee was acting up again, no doubt from 'intense exercise.' Eyes occasionally glanced over at Antony, provoking a mixture of feelings inside - she looked good in her dark robe, quite enchanting, but at the same time looked like a D&D gamer's dream - Warrior Squirreless. Not to mention that age-old turmoil often summoned when he spent time with Sayuri too - was this wrong? You could tell when Oz was thinking too hard about things. His brow wrinkled ever so slightly and his gaze glazed over every so often, like when you day-dream in the middle of a boring conversation. And he was doing just that. "Of course I'm ready," he said, striding over to her side, hand automatically moving to the gentle curve of her back for a moment, like a gentle nudge. Antoinette Devereux For the most part, she pretended not to notice his intense looks of thought, and she felt that ignoring them would be better for both of them. No embarassment for him, and no anger or self esteem blows on her end. With the nudge, she waited for him to walk out and then locked the door before setting off towards the cafeteria. Somewhere just over half way there, her cigarette was discarded with a flick. Upon arriving, Antony pushed open the door and slipped inside, not really waiting for Oz to open it for her. Once inside, she made a beeline for the buffet and began to pile her plate with pancakes, waffles, and eggs along with a various variety of dried fruits and nuts to snack on. Osbourne Caldwell Oz hadn't intentionally meant to be thinking this hard, especially after having satisfied a serious bodily urge and enjoyed his time with Antony. She made him feel like he was back in his prime, the young star of the rugby pitch with all sorts of fun females to frolic with. But it was that intense enjoyment, ecstasy that troubled him, contrasted against what she was and what he was. Technically, wasn't he just like her, but not quite as far along yet? This question gnawed at his gut, along with hunger, as they travelled to the cafe. Oz was quite amused at Antony's scurry to get food. It brought to mind far too many images of the squirrels in parks, all skittering about for nuts. His diet, whilst still not as good as it should be, was a far cry from pancakes and eggs. Fruit. He had quite a craving for sweet fruits. A tall glass of orange juice, several apples and bananas, two choc chip muffins and a toasted bagel populated his tray. He hesitated a moment. Would it be inproper to join Antony? He moved over towards her regardless. Anatoli Schreier For the most part, Anatoli had been an asocial little b*****d lately. Most of his time was spent sulking in his duplex, mournfully playing his trombone and laying in bed all day with his cat. For some reason, he'd started to become more active at night. But even mopey gits need to eat, and Anatoli acknowledged this by morning as he reluctantly dragged himself to the cafeteria. He looked pretty bedraggled, and even though he'd only had his first transformation one could argue that he's already starting to gain the typical scuzziness of the animal he's becoming. He'd neglected to shave for a couple days now, as well. He blearily moves over to the buffet, picking out whatever junk food he can grab into a messy pile on his tray. Ah, apathy. His is enough to rival a teenager's, and he's only in his 30s. Antoinette Devereux She had no problem with Oz joining her to eat, and she sat down at an open table. No one seemed to be around, but before she could knock on wood, a familiar figure entered the cafe. Her food was nibbled on sporadically as she watched him lumber about, feeling a bit guilty for never visiting him after the bonfire ordeal. After a bit of stalling, she cleared her throat and smiled. "Hey Toli?" Osbourne Caldwell Oz knew someone else had entered the cafeteria and gave an obligatory acknowledgement by looking over a bulky shoulder to see the newcomer. Oh! He looked vaguely familiar...most likely from the bonfire party weeks ago, where a good portion of Islanders had turned out for the festivities. He was just lowering his bulk onto a seat next to Antony when she cast a greeting over to the rather scruffy looking fella. Hands looked really grubby, unless it was fur or something. Considering his own rather drastic skin colour change, it wasn't totally unbelieveable that others would develop the markings before the fur. "He was at the bonfire party, right?" he asked Antony for confirmation. Anatoli Schreier Truthfully, Anatoli hadn't changed at all since the bonfire, save for personal care (or lack thereof). He looked over at Antony and mumbled something at her, but it's hard to tell what he's trying to say as he half-heartedly waves. "Mornin'." He's just wearing a wifebeater and some shorts. Grody. Antoinette Devereux "Yeah, from the bonfire," she answered Oz while rolling up a pancake and taking a large chomp out of it, chewing on it with her brow furrowed slightly. Her ear flicked as he grumbled, trying desperately to hear what he has said before his mumbled greeting. Upon getting a better look at Anatoli, her muzzle aquired a deep frown and her eyes conveyed genuine concern. "Hey, are you okay...? You look a bit... off." She had wanted to say something a bit more truthful, but he seemed to be in a cranky mood, to say the least. As an afterthought she motioned to the two open chairs at her and Oz's table. Osbourne Caldwell It did not take Oz long to demolish the muffins and bagel. After spending a rather busy night with Antony, maybe now would be best to leave her in peace, especially seeing as a friend had entered. He wasn't one to intrude un-necesserarily and it might get uncomfortable if Antony were to mention last night. "I should leave you in peace," he said, hauling himself up and scooping the remaining fruit into a cradled arm. "Get back to the workout I was supposed to be doing." He smiled at her, putting a large hand on her delicate shoulder in a gesture of...reassurance...tenderness? He couldn't be sure. One night stands were always awkward for him. But nevetheless, he reluctantly withdrew his touch of Antony and cast Anatoli a sincere look of 'get well soon', if that indeed could be said with just a look, as he left the cafeteria.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:05 pm
White fur isn't attractive
02.12.06 - Oz reflects on his antics concerning Antony A calmness had settled over Oz. A great pressure had been relieved from his body, whether he realised it consciously or not. It was by no means the sort of life-changing experience that would allow him to accept this Island for what it was, but since his liason with Antony, he'd just had a slight spring in his step, an extra confidence in his stride, all things that maybe he wasn't aware he was doing. But it wasn't until this day, a few days after his hijinks, that the reality hit him in the face. The trigger - stray white hairs on his exercise shorts. They were overdue for a wash, and Oz was just collecting his things when he spotted the physical reminder of Antony. And whilst his mind was flooded with the warm fuzzy feelings first, the darker and trickier feelings quickly consumed his mind. She was a GIANT SQUIRREL! How could he...! Why did he...!? What could have possibly taken over his mind that day! His face dropped and he felt his insides twist slightly. There was a disturbing arousal at the recollection of that night, but why!? It was skin against fur! It was like screwing a squirrel in the park, only on a much larger and more disturbing scale. He found himself backed against a wall, staring at his shorts in horror. When it all dawned on him, he dropped the shorts in disgust, as if they were infected with fleas...oh god! He hoped she didn't have fleas. What else might she have? "Oh crap...crap crap crap crap!" he cursed at himself, breathing deeply. "Calm down...it was something natural...she's an animal-thing now...and so am I...I think...so it was fine, right?" He carried on in this manner, mumbling and arguing with himself until he'd lost all common sense and logic about what he'd done. He flopped on his bed in defeat. He wouldn't feel at peace until he could talk to someone else about these strange feelings. It had never been a problem with Sayuri, since it hadn't got to that stage yet...and maybe because she was still very human looking. Or maybe it was something else about her, but whatever it was it did not trouble him as much. Resolved for the time being, his next mission would be finding a kindred spirit.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 2:12 pm
Down by the river13.12.06 - Oz indulges in a spot of home movies and swimming with AislinnRiver = wet stuff
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 3:57 pm
Every action has a reaction17.12.06 - Sayuri is terribly upset about Oz's time spent with AntonyConsequences by the lakeside Osbourne Caldwell Sayuri's eagerness, when she had previously been so very conflicted, should have made Oz feel uneasy. This wasn't the maiko he had come to know and care for, this was someone new. But...her new freedom didn't bother him in the slightest. In fact, it made her a little spicy and all the more alluring for Oz. With few words of hesitation, he'd carried Sayuri back to her duplex in a similar fashion to the day she'd changed, letting her slip from his grasp as they reached the door. Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri wobbled a little on her flippers when Oz out her down but she stayed upright and closed the door firmly behind them. A little shy again now that they were actually inside her Duplex, she motioned Oz towards her bedroom area...and the bed.
'Please make comfortable. I will be back.' and she walked carefully into her bathroom, shutting that door behind her also. She let out a long, shaky breath then went to relieve herself for her nerves had made her need to pee. She removed her yukata, and then her underkimono and washed herself as quick as she could. Her hands trembled enough to drop the soap several times but she was finally done and she put on the clean kimono robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door, wearing it without any under garments this time. She tied the robe fastening loosely and then brushed her out.
'This it..' she said to herself, and left the bathroom, heading for the bed area. Osbourne Caldwell This all seemed...terribly polite. Or restrained, he wasn't quite sure. It all felt right, but was it special enough, like Oz had envisioned. And yes, he had thought of this possibility, all manner of set ups in his mind. His gaze followed Sayuri into the bathroom, looking for several moments after the door had closed. He heard her fumble about and smiled a little to himself. He entered her bedroom, absorbing all the little details immediately. It was still the same drab colour as his own duplex, but it was distinctly Sayuri's room. He stood in silence, thinking over what was about to happen. Was he nervous? Did he have to impress Sayuri? Prove himself worthy? He heard the bathroom door open up and he whirled around to greet Sayuri. Sayuri Satoharu 'Oz-san is okay?' Sayuri asked, her voice sounding more relaxed then she felt. For some reason she fell back onto her manners and customs.
'Would you like a drink?' she smiled up at him, having drifted closer and reaching out she laid her palms on his stomach. Her tail lazily flicked out of the back of the robe as she nestled against him. Osbourne Caldwell If Sayuri had been physically nervous, Oz couldn't tell. She looked more at peace than he'd seen of her over the past weeks, and he always loved to see a lady smile. More so Sayuri. She deserved to be happy. But was Oz good enough for her? She'd chosen him over her mysterious Danna, but did that make him a better person? After rolling with Antony, should he really be here with Sayuri? As she reached out hands to his tummy, he too reached out a curled hand to gently stroke down her cheek, soaking in her appearance once more, as if looking upon a brand new person for the first time. "No thank you, just you will be fine," he spoke gently to her, pulling her closer ever so slightly. Sayuri Satoharu She imagined that were she a neko she would be purring about now. A moments pause..because she was after all human, and had a memory. Oz..he had made her hurt, cry, but he seemed sorry - and caring. He'd always been that to her. Even though he was nothing like what she had supposed the man that she bestowed her affections on would be like. He was tall. Wide. A little coarse, a little hairy. She felt so safe with him though.
She wanted to again say to him what her heart felt, it seemed like a perfect moment, but what she wanted more was to hear him return the sentiment. She moved her arms around him as far as she could and hugged him tightly, then pulled away, slowly leaving his side and went to sit on her bed, her robe falling open up to her mid thigh as she pulled her legs up and off the floor. Sayuri glanced once towards him, merely waiting for him to join her. Osbourne Caldwell Oz was reluctant to release Sayuri from the hug, feeling his insides ripped apart as he battled with just what he was facing. His body said yes but his heart screamed 'wait a minute.' He paused for a few moments, almost wishing it would be another 'lesson.' As he turned around, male instinct told him to leer at her naked form. True, he had already taken a peek before, but this was different. She was incredibly vulnerable. She'd bared herself for him, and Oz could only look at her with hungry eyes as he continued to wage war inside. All of a sudden, Oz felt uncomfortable. Although he'd caved to his male hormones, he'd betrayed Sayuri's trust and feelings. And she was putting herself in that vulnerable and almost naive position once more. Could Oz be trusted? Maybe...maybe it was a chance to make it up to Sayuri. Antony had been the quick fix, but maybe Sayuri could be the special lady. Like sharing the act of love-making with a girlfriend for the first time. He strode forward, and then kneeled on the floor in front of Sayuri. Resisting the lout that insisted on oogling her curves, he tried his best to keep eye contact with her as he leaned in to embrace her. He hadn't removed his shirt yet, the introduction of skin to skin sensation would have to be subtle for Sayuri. He held her like she was a porcelain doll, precious and delicate. Leaning further in, he gently nuzzled his head into hers. "I don't deserve you Sayuri, but you make me feel good here," he said softly, mimicking her actions in placing a hand to his heart. Sayuri Satoharu Her fingers traced circled on the bed covers as she waited for him to join her. She smiled when he knelt before her, a slightly tight smile as her heart was beating a fast tempo in her chest. When he spoke his sweet words and put his hand over his own heart she felt light headed and had to take a deep breath before she to spoke.
She kissed his forehead;
'Oz..I dont..' her words faltered as she tried to articulate her problem. She had no 'moves' - didnt know how to proceed, what she should do to initiate what was to come. She slid forwards, wrapping her legs around him, what he did from there she would let happen because she wanted it to. Osbourne Caldwell She didn't...what? Oz almost began to panic, thinking maybe she'd changed her mind and didn't want to do this. But her actions said something different, and for someone who hadn't done this before she was doing well. Should he warn her now? Losing virginity would feel very uncomfortable, maybe even feel painful for her. He knew how awkward things had been his first time. Taking advantage of the closeness, he held her gently to him, feeling her breathing against his chest. "Don't worry, everything will be fine...but you should...know, it might be a little...errm...uncomfortable at first," he said, not wishing to scare her, but neither wishing to mislead her. Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri nodded into his chest, her hands moving over Oz of their own accord. It seemed to be the thing one did and so she let them carry on.
'Maree-kay told me it would hurt little. But not like change so I am okay.' her mouth went to the side of his neck, kissing him there before travelling to kiss his face and then mouth.
'I am yours Oz-san..' she spoke quietly, looking at him directly after she'd broke off her kissing. Osbourne Caldwell "No, it won't be as bad as the changes, I promise," he began to say, his words quickly silenced by Sayuri's kisses. At first, he let her kiss him, but as she broke away, he couldn't get enough and began to kiss her, leaning further and further into her until he suddenly broke off. His heart thumped in his barrel-like chest and he was panting slightly. He couldn't move that fast with Sayuri, he had to be more gentle. With a tenderness not normally associated with hands that large, he slipped into a loose fold in her robe and began to caress her back, skin to skin. At the same time, his other hand slid down to the base of her scaly tail, lifting the robe there and running his palms over the different-to-skin texture to at least prepare himself. Sayuri Satoharu 'I am happy..' she managed to say before Oz leaned in and returned her kisses. There was a difference, she felt that his were a little harder but she enjoyed them just the same, a slight pleasurable tingling feeling awoke in her body as he did so.
A shiver passed along her body when Oz's hand slid under her robe and her back arched into his hand, again an almost unconscious act. She mimicked him, her hands tentatively going under his shirt, hands circling, stroking the warm skin beneath. Osbourne Caldwell Oh...oooohhhh...she knows what she's doingSayuri was certainly a quick learner. His muscles quivered at her touch, his skin tingling all over with the anticipation of more touches, caresses, tickles, etc. He brought both hands to her back now, spreading them across her dainty shoulder-blades to press her to him in another kiss. Shortly after that, he withdrew slightly to remove his t-shirt in a most ungainly manner, revealing sculpted flesh once more. His tummy was as squidgy as ever, but his chest and arms were more defined than they had ever been. He then leaned back into her, lifting a hand to stroke down her neck, then shoulder, tugging the edge of her kimono with him to reveal a naked shoulder, that he then kissed very gently. Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri kissed him back when he pushed her to him, her hands dancing at the top of his waistband, uncertain whether to move them further down or not.
She let out a little breath, sort of gasp on the cusp of hearing when he removed his top, and then her heart beat faster when moved to her robe and tugged it down from her shoulder. Her hands moved in circles, the pale a contrast against the peculiar grey, and she kissed him again, this time on the chest. Soon he would remove her robe completely and her stomach tightened with anticipation. Osbourne Caldwell In between the concentration he required and the restrain he exhibited, he idly wondered if he should go into 'teacher' mode and tell her about the importance of this foreplay. Maybe later, his mind was solely concentrated on her. Her nervous tugging of his waistband had not gone un-noticed, and as eager as he was, he had to make sure she was enjoying this first. Her robe was unfurled further, Oz laying kisses from her shoulder and part way down her upper arm. He was avoiding her chest on purpose. At every kiss she initiated, he brought her into a kiss on the lips, something he had always seen as a greater show of affection than kissing anywhere else. After a brief hesitation, he finally rolled down the other side of Sayuri's robe, so she would be as topless as he. He cupped his large hands about her waist and slid them slowly upto the base of her ribcage, just beneath her chest then slid them to her back. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable again. Sayuri Satoharu The kissing was gradually getting more intense, her whole body flushed with warm now, so that even her leg scales would feel warm to the touch.
So much kissing! She almost felt as though she were falling into a swoon. When her robe was pulled down to expose her bare torso she shivered a little, the air causing gooseflesh to rise..and two prominent points to pucker.
'Oz..' she fair moaned his name, his hands moving along her previously-untouched-by-another's skin waking feelings that were as foreign as anything she had so far experienced. Osbourne Caldwell At her utterance of his name, he stopped momentarily and lifted a hand to stroke a cheek. He kissed her once on the forehead, and once more on the lips, this time pulling her into a close embrace, pressing his chest to hers, causing a sensation Sayuri most likely would have never felt before. Now was the time. Oz became the dominate force. He stood up after slowly leaving their embrace, lifting Sayuri with him and laying her on the bed so that she might be comfortable. He was in constant worry for her tail, not sure how to do this so she wouldn't get hurt. Another ungainly fumble to remove his jeans - there wasn't a sexy way to remove any piece of clothing actually - leaving just his baggy (except for one spot) boxers. He laid beside Sayuri, untying the sash that was his final barrier. At least thats what he thought. This was the moment either of them could turn back. Oz was not driven by lust this time, and Sayuri was understandably nervous. He laid one hand on her delicate stomach, shuffling himself close to her and kissing her neck. "Sayuri...do you..." he began, but almost didn't want to ask. They'd come this far. Sayuri Satoharu The sensation of her chest against his was..warming and pleasant and contributed to the slow arousal that was building within the little Maiko. She let him hoist her up bodily, her tail slowly moving until it was laid on the bed as well, the fins gently curled over at the end.
She shyly averted her eyes at the moment when Oz removed his jeans, but then snuck looks again, coyly curious about the raised area on his boxers. Was it?
Her cheeks coloured a little, and when Oz laid next to her, his weight caused her to roll a little into him. Now she was completely exposed, a pristine, brightly coloured jewel for the taking. It seemed that he was giving her a last chance, to leave...and she thought that if she did withdraw now she may not see her Oz again. She nodded silently, looking straight up into his eyes. Osbourne Caldwell Oz smiled gently at her, the scars and signs of his past melting away as he was caught up in the now. With no more hesitation, he took off his boxers and aided Sayuri in how she should be. One final tender kiss to her lips... Together, they slipped into the union of love-making. Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri laid with one arm and one legs across Oz. She had slipped from the bed soon after their joining, heading to the bathroom and cleaned herself a little as she had a small amount of bleeding. Now that she was back and nestled into the warmth that his body exuded she gently kissed his shoulder and thought.
So now she was what? A woman. She almost giggled at that funny thought. For a moment a flicker of worry that she might be thought of as a...front tied woman. But she loved Oz. And she thought of herself as freed from her once Danna. She let out a sigh, her tail lazily flopping on the bed. Osbourne Caldwell Oz had shown an amazing gentleness with Sayuri, especially considering his penchance for more playful passion. There were moments where maybe he had been a little too excitable, but he'd always corrected himself before Sayuri could notice. Of course, the act of love was quite physically draining, and Oz panted slightly, drifting in and out of lazy day-dreaming. He felt the gap of heat as Sayuri got up to the bathroom, and was quite happy when she returned. He draped a muscular arm over and around her, nuzzling into her neck. Over the sound of their combined breathing, an odd noise began to become apparent. Like a deep rumbling. Oz was blissfully unaware that HE was the source of the noise. Sayuri Satoharu Well this was odd.
'Oz-san?' Sayuri spoke tentatively. Maybe the noise was meant to happen? She didnt want to compound the fact of her innocence by commenting on something that was a common occurrence. But they'd just shared something - well to her at least it had been special so she felt she might be able to ask him.
'Is noise a good thing?' Osbourne Caldwell "Noise? What noise?" he asked dreamily. As soon as he began speaking, the noise stopped instantly. Sayuri Satoharu Had he not heard it? How was that possible?
'It was..like big neko. Big cat.' she corrected, not sure if he knew the word but saying it english helped her comprehension at any rate. Sayuri let her fingers make lazy circles on his chest.
'I like. That was. Nice.' she smiled, kissing him. Osbourne Caldwell "Big cat...oh, you mean a purr? When a cat rumbles at you?" he said, the thought process quite obvious from his concentrated look until he had the answer. Oz loved women with long hair, it always looked so feminine and enchanting. He laid his hand gently at the back of her neck, weaving his fingers through her long hair. "Well, as far as I know, I can't purr, but I shall have to practice just for you." Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri nodded into him, her face nestled on his shoulder now.
'That was sound. And it not me!' she giggled, then fell quiet, her eyelids lowering a little as Oz ran his fingers through the length of her hair.
'You purr for me?'
A question ran through her head and she voiced it.
'Do you have idea what you are being - going to be?' Osbourne Caldwell "Hehe, I'd be a little surprised if a mermaid could purr, but on this Island, nothing surprises me any more," he chuckled, gently tickling his fingers down her back and up again. Sayuri's question seemed to catch Oz off-guard, quickly knocking him off his playful platform. His smile faded and he briefly glanced down it the difference in skin colour between him and his mermaid. "No not yet," he replied a little flatly, unable to summon any enthusiasm. "Maybe elephant or rhino judging from the skin colour..." Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri wriggled, moving her back away from his tickling fingers.
'No!,' she squeaked, and as her mouth was near his shoulder she nipped the skin there playfully.
'I just wonder if knew. I not care what you change to. I still love,' and she hugged him tightly. Osbourne Caldwell Oh, she was ticklish? Oz felt rather devilish, and kept this useful little snippet of information stored in his mind somewhere. In the meantime, he took Sayuri's playful n** as a sign to stop...and then carry on later. Her words, however, had a much different message to him. "You might not say that if I ever try to eat you or squash you one day," he said jokingly, despite his all too real fears of hurting Sayuri, or Aislinn, or Gaius, or any of the friends he'd made whilst being here. Sayuri Satoharu 'Oz-san would not hurt Sayuri!' she said firmly, neatly forgetting that he had done just that not a few days ago. But she wanted to not think about the bad things anymore. She had done the 'big thing' - well it was the biggest event she could recall, and she was laying here safe with someone she cared for a great deal.
For now she could even forget that she was trapped on an Island turning into something called a 'mermaid', although her moving tail was an ever present reminder even when her legs werent in view and her gills were still. Osbourne Caldwell "You're right, I would never hurt you," he said reassuringly, that smile returning to his gargoyleish features. "I'm big enough to keep you safe from anyone and anything." He leaned in and kissed her on the nose. His hands swept up and down her back, occasionally brushing over the base of her tail, which was now simply an after-thought for him. But Oz had questions of his own, and wondered if he should ask them now. Sayuri Satoharu She wriggled her nose, smiling up at him. It was good. Everything was really good. If she could think that far ahead she might worry that something would happen to take away all this but she wasnt one for forward thinking.
'Is Oz-san happy?' she asked after another few minutes had passed in easy silence. Every time he touched her tail it wiggled, and a pleasant sensation went through her body. She wondered if he wanted to do the act again and was asking in a way that didnt involve speaking. Osbourne Caldwell Oz was shaken from his semi-sleep, semi-thoughtful state and smiled broadly at her. "Of course I'm happy," he chimed, giving her a gentle squeeze and another sweet kiss, this time to the lips. He was avoiding all questions about what she thought of sex though. In a way, he shouldn't worry, since Sayuri had nobody to compare him to. But Sayuri's language barrier meant she knew very little of 'sugar-coating' and would probably not understand it either. "What about you?" he finally asked. Sayuri Satoharu She wriggled, blushing.
'I am little bit sore,' she whispered, looking around furtively as if she was worried someone would over hear!
'But I am happy. It feels good here,' and she placed a hand on her breast before kissing Oz repeatedly. What she wanted to ask..a small part of her anyway was if she had been good enough for him not to look for it elsewhere again but that was difficult for her to ask, or articulate. Osbourne Caldwell Oz winced a little, but he was glad to have warned her about the potential discomfort. It was something that eased after time, although he wasn't sure just how much Sayuri wanted to indulge in this intimate act. One part of him wished she would do more, another part of him wanted her to move at her own pace. Sexual liberation was a long process. "It will stop hurting when you get used to it," he said, a coy smile sneaking into his expression briefly before she smothered him in kisses. A random question popped into his head. "So, I'm assuming you didn't agree with your...eerr..d-d-dan-na...if you were, well, allowed to be with me...did you tell him how you felt?" Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri pulled away a little, sitting up in a manner which spared her from the hurt of squashing her tail. Did she really want to talk about Sabin? It was past after all, and she still adhered to the code of silence. She'd never once mentioned Sabin as being her Danna, or what he'd spoke to her about to anyone.
'My Dan-na has free me.' she said simply. Osbourne Caldwell Gah! It's Aislinn all over again!True enough, Oz had somehow managed to upset Aislinn when they were walking by the river the other day, and even now, he still hadn't worked out what he'd said wrong. And now, he'd gone and said something that upset Sayuri and confounded his mind. He shuffled himself up into a restful leaning position, supporting himself with elbows on the bed. "He's freed you...will you be alright?" Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri nodded. For her it was scary to be making her own decisions so much. But it was also something she liked doing. Especially when they led to pleasing encounters such as the one she had just had.
'I will be a-okay,' she smiled at Oz. She tapped a cheek thoughtfully, a sheet now pulled up to her body as she was feeling a little cold.
'So it not hurt when you practice alot?' she tried to look sly but was probably coming across silly..or cross-eyed! Osbourne Caldwell If Sayuri had looked comical in her attempted sultry expression, Oz was unaware or oblivious. All thoughts of how he was going to further the discussion flew out of his ear when she changed the subject onto something that was, at least for him, very straightforward indeed. "Yeah, you get used to it and then you can try new things," he said leisurely, rolling onto his back and stretching. Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri watched as Oz moved around on the bed. She was slowly becoming used to the new feelings that he, and the things he did to her, evoked in her body. Him moving around on her bed like that made a little internal pulse start up that was nothing to do with her heart.
She had to ask of course;
'New thing?'
Her hands moved along his torso, enjoying the tactile sensation once more of her fingers pressing and sweeping along his warm, sensitive spots. Osbourne Caldwell The murmur of another 'Oz-purr' was cut off before it became truly audible, his mind and body reacting to her touch. The human inside him shuddered at the skin to skin contact, evoking pleasurable memories. But the foetal gorilla part of his mind, now that had a different way to interpret her touch - grooming. So, grooming meant she saw him as the alpha male. And that she were his. Maybe it wasa good thing this part of him wasn't assertive yet. "Yes...well," he smiled broadly at her. "There are other ways to...do it...and some people have special things to turn them on." Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri watched as Oz moved around on the bed. She was slowly becoming used to the new feelings that he, and the things he did to her, evoked in her body. Him moving around on her bed like that made a little internal pulse start up that was nothing to do with her heart.
She had to ask of course;
'New thing?'
Her hands moved along his torso, enjoying the tactile sensation once more of her fingers pressing and sweeping along his warm, sensitive spots. Osbourne Caldwell The murmur of another 'Oz-purr' was cut off before it became truly audible, his mind and body reacting to her touch. The human inside him shuddered at the skin to skin contact, evoking pleasurable memories. But the foetal gorilla part of his mind, now that had a different way to interpret her touch - grooming. So, grooming meant she saw him as the alpha male. And that she were his. Maybe it wasa good thing this part of him wasn't assertive yet. "Yes...well," he smiled broadly at her. "There are other ways to...do it...and some people have special things to turn them on." Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri smiled at him, perfectly happy to be here and now. Except for the smile part of her that wanted him to express his affection in the same way she had. It wasnt as though she could outright ask him to say it. As new to the world of relationships as she was, she had an idea that he had to say it on his own - and mean it.
'Other way?'
There was more then one way to do - that? Her mind pretty much boggled. She dragged the covers with her as she tucked herself against him again and lay down with a noise of contentment.
'Oz know all the ways?' Osbourne Caldwell Sayuri may have to wait a little longer to tease the words she wanted to hear from Oz. Not that he didn't care for her a great deal, but he'd never been one to utter those words lightly. He throw his affections around, but he hated to say 'The Words' and then have it blow up in smoke. Unfortunately for Sayuri, she didn't know this and her patience may be tested. "Well, I don't know ALL the ways, but I know a few," he said, thinking honestly about it for a few moments. As she tucked herself against him, he slid a bulky arm around her, tracing patterns against her with his hand. "I'm not going to show you anything yet though, you need to get used to...this," he said, referring partly with self-disdain at his physique, so stark it was to hers. Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri wriggled a little when his hand touched her again, laughing into him as he caught ticklish areas again. If she was honest, she heard his words with a degree of relief. She had been nervous enough preceeding what they had done. She also worried greatly about being a disappointment. As upbeat as she was being about all the new things, in a small way she imagined that she would do something to make him cross with her, as Sabin had become.
She greeted his last sentence with a puzzled wrinkling of her nose. If it was the act itself. She was sure she could apply herself to practice that as she had done her dancing or shamisen. And it would be far more enjoyable! It seemed that he might be talking about something else that she didnt quite understand and so she simply kissed him softly, professing her feelings and finishing with a tiny yawn. Osbourne Caldwell He loved her laugh. He loved ANY woman's laugh, but Sayuri just struck him as the type of person who should be laughing all the time. Even though he'd gone through a very depressive and sad state in his own life, he hated to see others in the same position. But he was liking his current position now - beautiful girl laid beside him in bed. It seemed a shame that the reality of things constantly loomed over him, with the prison like duplex and the idea that cameras could be placed anywhere. As Sayuri seemed to be on the fast train to sleep, he kissed her nose softly and continued to stroke her back, as if trying to stroke her into sleep. It would be a short while longer before Oz felt relaxed enough to rest his eyes. Sayuri Satoharu Sayuri tucked herself against Oz, her head resting on him, one hand coming up to curl against her cheek as the combined physical exertion and emotional fairground she had gone through finally took its toll.
Her eyes became too heavy and her breathing even and peaceful as she fell asleep against him, her hair fanned out over his shoulder and her tail falling limp as her body relaxed.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 3:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 6:39 pm
Outside your door Christmas morning sits an unusual sight… a coconut. But this one has been cut open, the insides cleaned out, and part of the top made into a base of sorts for it to sit on… And on the side is painted a bright blue "O".  On a note inside it: Quote: Merry Christmas!
Thanks for your help with the work. Hope you have a great holidays!
Gaius
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 6:55 pm
A note is taped to the door on Christmas Day, and in the envelope is a signed sketch of a human Oz.  When he's finished reading the note, he'll find a lacy, holiday 'inspired' thong looped on the doorknob.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 4:27 pm
Ooops, I didn't get you anything!
25.12.06 - Oz receives some unexpected gifts on his doorstep Christmas morning seemed to go un-noticed for Oz. It felt like any other morning on this Island, with nothing special to herald the holiday. No cold weather. No decorations. No Christmas Tree. He did his usual morning routine - empty his bladder, shower, and then look at the unruly stubble on his neck before deciding it was a hopeless cause to shave it. The final part of his routine was a lazy walk over to the Cafeteria for breakfast. But Oz opened his duplex door to find his doorstep inhabited by what could only be called 'presents' on this day of days. Had it not been for the notes attached to said gifts, he would have been clueless, thinking he had missed some kind of Islander intiated gift-swap. He kneeled down to scoop up his various presents and look over them with a sense of childish glee that everyone fell prey to at Christmas. The first was something wrapped in paper; Cody Archer In front of the door of your duplex lies a small gift wrapped in regular paper by a string. There are some words scribbled with ordinary pen, saying: "Merry Xmas. From Cody" The shell was so delicate, he feared he would break it if he wasn't careful. The bright colours and the obviously hand-painted patterns harkened back to the days of Oz's primary school days, where they would paint stones and pebbles, or glue things to pine cones and be proud. From Cody Well, he hadn't met a Cody yet, but he'd have to find him to say 'thank you.' With a smile and laugh through his nose, he clutched the shell in one hand as he held up the other odd gift for inspection. A hollowed out coconut, with a painted 'O' on it. One glance at the note explained it all. Gaius. The smile that curled upon his face was priceless, a giddy laugh hard to surpress. Had anyone seen him at that moment, they might start to question his sanity if he was laughing at a coconut. Finally, he came to the envelope, expecting a card of some sort inside. Instead, he found a note from Antony and a sketch. A pretty good sketch too, considering they'd only met the once. Albeit for an entire night. The smile disappeared from his face rather suddenly. He had been avoiding Antony, and it wasn't entirely fair. He should at least stay on talking terms with her. Besides, there was no sodding way off this Island and he didn't need bad feelings with anyone. With a hefty sigh, Oz stood up and just deposited his gifts inside his duplex. Upon leaving for the second time, he felt something on the outer door handle. It was a ...thong! He pocketed it quickly, as if embarrassed to be seen with it. A thong was certainly on his 'intimate' item list and therefore something to be kept hidden. At least for now. Although he greatly wondered if Sayuri would find it all that amusing... The day passed without firther event. Oz had thought about going to see Sayuri on this special day, even if she didn't celebrate Christmas. But the longer he spent weighing up his options for the day, the harder it became to tear himself away from the few memories he'd been able to pack into his suitcase. An old drawing his sister made, with herself and her favourite big brother on it. A family photo from when he was about 17. Newspaper clippings and sports magazines of his 'sparkling career.' Unsurprisingly, he hadn't kept any of the stories of his career-changing accident. Neither did he want to think of his stay in the hospital, but it plagued him none-the-less. No matter what he had supposedly done to upset his family, they always forgave and forgot at Christmas time. Even after being out of touch for the past few years, he still got a card from his sister and mother, but never his father, and only rarely his older brother. By the time dusk was approaching, Oz had let himself sink into a depressive state, where he just couldn't scratch the images of happier Christmasses from his mind. Acting more on impulse than thoughtful decision, he threw his shoes back on and left his duplex in a hurry to get to the beach bar before he could run into anyone. Alcohol was always there, even when other people weren't.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 2:23 am
A festive red dragon25.12.06 - Oz avoids the Island's Christmas celebrations in favour of a drink...and an encounter with ZachMistletoe and...beer?!
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