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Counter Earth Chronicles - Fallen Empire

Chapter 53: I Think I Am Going To Like It Here (Acceptance Part II)

You're welcome. Little man? The she monster started to say reading my thoughts as I experienced another vivid vision:

No! Stay away from me! A woman screamed as I reached for her arm. And that was end of her free will.

No! I don't want to be a zombie! A little red panda screamed as I approached him.

"Why don't you take my hand and tell me all about it?" I said to the cub.

"Um, kay." He replied.

(I got another one.)

"What are we going to do?!" A female possum shouted looking at the chaos all around her as the basement in the farmhouse was overrun with the possessed.

"There is nothing to do my dear but to embrace the bliss of your pending transformation." I said smiling wickedly as I grabbed her tail.

Aiieee!!!- OAH!!! She screamed-moaned.

Oh, I see. Demona said reaching through my box-cage to snap me out of it.

"What was all that?" I asked coming to.

The shimmer. You saw the faces of your victims... all of them. It happens to the newly awakened. You will get used to it. Enjoy. The harpy said as her image disappeared.

As Demona departed to socialize, I was left with nothing but the blue haze outside my cage and my own thoughts. I loved making Others. Especially the reach out and touch someone part. I didn't care what part of my prey's body I touched. Whatever was exposed, legs, arms, shoulders, neck, tail, even breasts. I wasn't picky whatever it took to see some human's skin crawl or a beastial's fur bristle. When I saw that, it meant another new follower for my master either willingly or unwillingly. But seeing my victim's final moments before their conversion- the terror in their faces, their screams, shrieks and pleas and then reliving that? It was going to take getting used to.

Eh whatever, I had abandoned all hope of becoming a normal again and returning to my previous life; the synoptic had me and was not going to let me go; returning back to the lost city was out of the question.

(So this was my life now, I might as well enjoy it.)

"Russell? Tauren? Lurie? Lea? Bess? Tess? Any beast there? I said trying to reach out into the between to make contact. Despite giving in to the synoptic, I still could not reach out and make contact with my friends and who had been transformed before me. I couldn't figure that out nor could I reach Yama either.

So what to do with all this free time while Demona was visiting friends? Well perhaps that alternate reality thing would happen again. I am not sure exactly what it was or what caused it but I was starting to enjoy it very much when it happened. In a way it was like a interactive novel that I looked forward to experiencing whenever I was placed in standby mode. It was like exploring different states of being; paths that I didn't take or was not afforded an opportunity to explore until now. I could very easily lose myself, forget this universe and live entirely in another. I found that notion did have a certain appeal.

I was elated when it happened again.

(Ok Alex you can do this.) I said approaching the a condominium. This building and the surrounding area it was in looked nice. The inhabitants must be totally loaded. Next to a four level condo was a row of white town-homes numerous windows, nice walkways and ornate doors. The perfect spot to start selling my wares.

Condo or townhome? I decided to try the town-homes first. I started on the end unit. I made it down the walkway and right to the front door where I knocked confidently. There was some rustling inside before the door was opened by a she centaur- brown pelt, shoulder length hair and a nymph-ish but pleasant looking face.

"Good afternoon ma'am I am Alex Winter a door-to-door salesman."

"I can see that." She responded. "We don't get much of those around here- well any actually."

"What are you selling?" Her companion who had a white pelt with black spots, black hair and freckles that complemented his boyish looking face.

"The latest in home cleaning devices- the box." I said smiling showing them a black cuboid palm shaped device.

"And what does this do?" The he centaur asked.

"Well you place this object in any room of your home and it instantly obliterates dirt, dust, grime and all sorts of germs."

"Now that is impressive however, that technology is out of date." The female centaur said. "We can clean our entire home at a touch of a button."

"All rooms at once." The male centaur said. "You must not sell a lot of those."

"Well, I... ah no. But I need to in order to keep my job. One of the requirements of my release from The Maximum is that I obtain steady employment."

"Sales is a tough industry Mr. Human; you literally eat what you kill." The she centaur said judgmentally.

"It was all that I could find when I was released. Not many are interested in hiring ex-prisoners."

"So you are a ex-prisoner? Why don't you come in and tell us all about it." The he centaur said inviting me in.

Their home was very spacious because of the occupants sizes. A nice hallway adorned with accented rugs, a few pictures. A nice center room with a sofa and hub monitor complete with a beautiful skylight.

The two fixed me a pot of tea and had me sit down and relax. It turned out the two centaurs were both writers and wanted to interview me for a book they were composing on the human condition since the High Evolutionary's deposing.

"Thanks but I have to get back out their and make my sales targets." I said taking another sip of tea from a transparent glass.

"What happens if you don't?" The black haired male asked.

"I lose everything- literally."

"Where are you staying right now?" The she centaur asked.

"The basement. I have a one bedroom jalopy."

"If that is where I am thinking it is, it is far far from here." The he centaur said.

"Yeah the commute is a bit rough." I admitted. "But it was all that I could afford- well mostly, I am behind in payments... and other things."

"Does it have running water?" The she centaur asked.

"Well.. no that is from a spigot in the alley." I blushed.

"What about sanitation?" The he centaur added.

"From the same alley." I said lowering my head in shame.

That was when the she centaur removed my jacket and shirt.

"Whoa? Hey!" I shouted as she ran the palms of her hands down my torso, stomach and belly.

"You are malnourished." She said judgmentally. "You look rather pale too."

"Well I guess, I haven't been eating right since leaving The Maximum." I admitted.

"It is easy when somebeast is feeding you three squares a day. Not so easy when that somebeast is you." The he beast said.

I nodded my head in turning very red in embarrassment.

"Times have been tough since the dictator was disposed. There has been a power vacuum as many compete to replace him. It has affected the economy; you aren't the only one out there struggling to make ends meet." The she centaur said.

"Olen and I were thinking of taking on a roommate to help out around here what do you say Alex? It is a one bedroom with a nice common area, kitchen- running water, sanitation and not away from everything."

"You two are too kind, but I could never ever afford this!!!" I stammered.

"Huten and I could give you a slight discount as long as you agree to let us interview for our book." Olen said to me.

I looked at the centaur couple as my eyes teared up. It had been a long, long, long time since I had experienced such kindness. I hugged the both of them.

"I think someone needs a bath." Olen said to her companion.

"You see to that Huten and I will take care of his clothing."

The palomino escorted me to their bathing room and its shower. Where he watched me with great interest.

"Thank you. It has been a while since I was able to properly do that." I said trying to lather myself with the soap-foam.

"And not doing such a good job hiding it either." Huten said.

"Huten?" I asked as the he centaur stepped into the shower with me.

"You missed a spot, well quite a few." He said turning me around to face the shower controls. He then lathered my shoulders, armpits, back, rump and legs.

*Sigh*

"You like that do you?"

"My significant other used to bathe me in the same way." I admitted.

"Is she still with you?" The he centaur said.

"No. She is at The Maximum. Say, are you and Olen?"

"Yes we are a couple." Huten said as he finished my legs. "A couple of centaurs!" He laughed.

"I laughed with him. This centaur couple were going to make for some interesting roommates."

I had no idea just how interesting.

Huten and Olen showed me around what would be my home. As I mentioned- there was a kitchen, a living/room family room where they would relax. Two bathrooms, a very large study in what would be the cellar and another on the main floor, several closets and the one bedroom. But it was what was in those closets that was interesting- next to nothing in terms of clothing.

"You see, we work from home." Olen said to me cryptically.

"So when can you move in?" Huten added.

"Now." I responded hugging them both. "I was told not to return without last month's and this month's rent payments."

I placed a backpack of all my belongings in one of the closets on the second floor before heading back out to try to secure more sales.

That evening Olen and Huten interviewed me further during dinner.

"So you and your companion took shelter at The Maximum?" Olen asked writing down everything I said on a pad.

"Yes ma'am we arrived during a period of unrest- the previous warden was killed by a prison faction which escaped. We and another were placed in extreme lockdown only to be released when the new warden regained control of the outpost."

"Did you and your companion try to explain to him that you weren't part of the prison population?" Huten asked.

"We did, but he refused to believe it. He said that the faction that had caused such misery had been dealt with. To him we were all guilty. In fact, he ruled the prison with an iron fist; the conditions under his watch were unbearable."

"So what did you do?" Olen asked.

"A few who couldn't tolerate it anymore escaped into the wilderness outside of the prison and were never heard from again. My companion, myself and an acquaintance escaped during a transport shipment one evening. We covered our tracks and made several transfers winding up at the last point anybeast would find us. A deserted remote island in the middle of nowhere."

"How romantic." Huten said.

"We were resigned to live out the rest of our lives there in seclusion. We did for a time, but after a big storm destroyed most of the island, the warden found us while we were cleaning up the mess."

"Oh no." Olen said.

"We were promptly returned to the prison to finish out our sentences. I was released back into society for being a model prisoner and as long as I am a productive member of society, something given my status is becoming hard to do."

"So the warden would regain control of you, when you fail." The she centaur said taking notes.

I nodded.

"What a jerk." The he centaur said also scribbling down notes.

"My companion and our acquaintance remain in The Maximum until the warden feels that their punishment has been fulfilled." I said finishing dinner.

"How long will that be?" Olen asked.

I shook my head.

"Thank you for taking me in. The both of you have been beyond kind and have literally changed my life. If there is anything more I could do."

"How are you at massages?" Huten asked.

We retired to the center room where Olen started writing up my contribution to their publication, while Huten crouched on the floor and had me sit on his back- the horse half.

"You see our work can be very stressful at times- reports, articles, schedules, deadlines- we take a lot of breaks."

"I see." I found my hands on his human shoulders rubbing, massaging and groping his muscles. "You are very tense here Huten." I said moving my hands to his pecs and then his chest.

At the conclusion I found I had placed my chin on his head and was embracing him. Olen found it rather amusing.

"It looks like we have an in house masseuse. Now don't forget the rest of him." She said indicating to his equine half.

I continued moving down his other back feeling the fur and admiring the patterns as I approached his flank which I also caressed and rubbed even between the cheeks.

"We have trouble reaching that part, he admitted."

"Looks like he is a keeper." Olen added.

"Most definitely." Huten commented.

I performed my services on the she centaur as well just before the three of us decided to retire for the night.

The room arrangements were a bit intimate. I should have guessed with only one bedroom.

"Is this how all centaurs sleep?" I asked staring at the exceptionally wide bed.

"It is how WE sleep." Olen said.

"Why, did you think we had barn with a stable?" Huten asked.

"No. well, I don't know what to think." I said lying down in the center between the two of them. Olen to my right and Huten to my left.

"How does that feel?" The she centaur asked hugging me from the front while Huten hugged me from the rear.

"Stable and calm for the first time in a long time. I did have a question though, I noticed during the walk through you two don't own a lot of clothes."

"That is because we don't believe in them." Huten responded.

"They distort and obscure the body's natural beauty." Olen added.

(That is right they weren't wearing anything when I met them. How could I have missed that?)

"You are nudists?!" I said.

"Come on take a look sweetie, a good one." Olen said.

I did at the she centaur lying to my side and the he centaur to my other. They were right they did look better without any clothing!

"We thought that you would agree, and since you live with us now, you are one too."

*yoink*

There went my undershirt.

"And we can't wait to see what is underneath these." Huten said rubbing my flank.

"In due time love. Alex has only just met us. He needs time to get adjusted." Olen said.

And so in the space of one day my life was changed for the better; I moved in with a middle class centaur couple, in a nice home, in a nice neighborhood in a nice section of the city. They were very loving and affectionate and provided me with a stable place to come home to after a chaotic day of work. Now the nudist thing took a while to get used to but eventually I was comfortable being naked around them.

They would teach me to admire the physical beauty of one's body. I would also learn that one of Huten's other projects he was working on was a love book for beastial couples focusing on centaurs. He would scribble down some notes and then he and Olen would act it out. I would observe and give my opinion as well.

Then one evening...

"Um Huten what is the purpose of that pose?" I asked turning a deep shade of red.

"To prepare the female's genitals to receive the male's silly." He popped up before moving his mouth back to Olen's personal opening.

The she centaur's torso and front legs were lying flat on the floor with her rump pointed straight upward giving her companion easy access.

"It looks like you are dining at a some type of eatery." I commented.

"That is what I will call it!"

"Call it what?" Olen asked.

"Cafe table! Alex bring me the imager!" Huten ordered.

So I photographed the intimate position position between the couple and then several more- Huten playing with Olen's genitals, her breasts, the two kissing, the two of them kissing with their legs and arms intertwined.

Then it was the she centaur's turn! I photographed her playing with Huten's penis- kissing it, stroking his shaft, and then....

"I didn't know that was even possible!" I gasped snapping another photo for the book.

Huten's human torso was flat on the floor with his equine legs straight up in the air while Olen was standing over him, his shaft poking her vagina.

"I call this position riding him!" She blushed.

"I have one better." The he centaur smiled. "Let's switch positions."

Soon Olen was flat on her back with Huten's forearms on her equine forelegs- his equine belly touching hers a he confidently rammed her from behind.

"And what is this position called?" Olen asked her companion.

"I named it after our new companion." Huten said.

"You did?" I asked taking another photo.

"I call it human style."

(Damn, now I can't wait to see the book when it is finished!)

"But honey what if there are three participants?" Olen asked.

"As in a special guest?" Huten asked.

"Yes love. How can all three equally enjoy themselves?"

"That could be another book entirely, but I think I have an idea." The he centaur said lifting me up to sit on to Olen's back- the equine part.

"Um..." I said confused.

"Pleasure her." He ordered me.

"Um kay."

And so I started massaging her shoulders then moved on to her breasts while looking at Huten for approval. The he centaur was kissing his companion's flanks and I watched as his shaft started growing underneath him again. When it was sufficient length, Huten mounted Olen. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his front legs on her back.

"There we go, a perfect three-way." He announced.

"Mmm... I say...." Olen purred.

"Yes this is nice." I added feeling the he centaur shiver.

"Olen... Alex..." Huten warned.

"Something wrong Huten?" I asked.

"RRRRGHHHH!!!!"

"He hit his limit and passed it!" Olen announced. "Did he ever!"

"Huten are you okay?" I asked.

"Give him a moment Alex." Olen said as I petted the he centaur on his head.

"OAH!!! That was incredible Olen, Alex." He said after composing himself.

"So much!" Olen commented on the viscous white fluid dripped from her vagina. "Huten did you take any precautions?"

"Olen I thought you did!"

"You mean none of you were wearing anything?" I asked them.

"No." They responded in unison.

"Awkward." I stammered.

"If we foaled then we foaled. I can't think of a more perfect way of creating life, a quiet evening with my closest friends." Huten said dismounting to write some things down.

(Wow he really exploded into her.)

I watched as white stuff leaked out of her cub tunnel onto the rug.

"That was beyond wonderful." Olen giggled as I hugged her from behind. "Perhaps we should explore why humans don't have tails next."

I dismounted Olen as the two went back to writing. Over the next few weeks I would learn more about centaur anatomy as the two finished Huten's publication and I grew closer to the both of them.

Olen would make me sit next to her in the center room as she worked. I would feel her equine belly daily looking for any sudden change in weight to indicate that she was carrying Huten's foal.

Huten also on foal watch, was looking for changes in Olen- mood, hormonal and breast size as well.

The couple wanted to share their life with me. They thought that I would make a great sub-parent. If Olen was indeed pregnant, I would be more interested in being by her side as she gave birth. That would indeed be most interesting.

One night as we laid down to sleep I found myself rubbing Olen's belly as she snored softly. I noticed a slight bulge that managed to kick back when I touched it.

(Huten you old dog!)

Day: (Not sure but a lot of time has definitely passed.)

That alternate life in an alternate reality thing I have been experiencing or whatever it was this time lasted for several days if not weeks which meant that Demona and I had been offline for a long time. We were not unlike two dolls placed on a shelf or in a toy box until their handler wanted to play with them again. But when what that be?

But each and every time before- I came out out it on my own without the master's intervention. Which was a shame- I wanted to find out how my new roommates, err I mean the centaur couple made out and what the warden did to my mistress and Boris.

Again I contemplated taking control of my body and and going for a stroll, but why should I? The master would only assert its control over me again. But the biggest reason was I was underneath and inside a she monster- I had received nice dosage of harpy pussy. I realized now- that it wasn't as good as my lioness or my bear, but it was what it was.

I noticed that I had two visitors who were talking just beyond my box-cage. Demona and a fierce looking female sergal who was dressed in a one piece article of clothing. She looked familiar somehow.

Ah Mr. Winter welcome to the collective. When we met, we knew that you would join us eventually.

"Do I know you?" I asked the black and white outline.

The sergal looked at the harpy.

Our little man has not quite mastered using the between. Demona said to her companion.

So that is why we haven't connected. The sergal said looking at my surroundings.

"I think you have me at a disadvantage." I replied.

You know who I am Alex Winter. She said looking at me.

It would have been helpful if I could see in color while in the between, but visual communication was only in black and white.

Reach out and touch her mind little human we are all connected. Demona said to me.

"I am trying, but it is so difficult!" I said straining.

That was when Demona decided to act as a bridge of sorts allowing our minds to merge.

"You were in the Seven/Seven Club in World Four!" I exclaimed.

We were in the middle of a big recruitment drive the night your raiding party paid us a visit.

But you have been doing well ever since. The harpy added.

What is left of the city is ours save for a few stragglers. We even claimed a few of the Intendant's forces before the master annihilated their leader. GAHHH!!

Demona and I felt a collective shard of pain as our communication with the female sergal abruptly ended. Her image also disappeared. Demona tried to reach out to her and anyone else in her location but she couldn't. Somehow the link had been severed.

"Is she offline?" I asked.

No it is something more. The master is reaching out as well. There is no response. The harpy said as the between ended and I could see outside my body again.

I was still pinned by the harpy as we were "powered on."

Oh yes we did find our intimacy enjoyable. Demona said looking down at me. We would next like to experience cuddling... Yes master, next time.

"What's going on?"

The master has assigned us a new task. We are to determine what has happened in World Four.

"So that MIA thing with the rest of the collective is serious?" I concluded.

We are to make preparations and leave as soon as possible. Demona said backing off of my penis.

(Wow, even as an Other I have missions.)

The she monster and I headed to the bathroom to clean up from our mating. Demona took her time bathing me and I her.

"So how are we supposed to get to World Four?"

The she creature grinned and spread her wings.

"This is going to be a long flight."

Do not fear little man, we will take care not to drop you.

(Especially when she looking forward to bedding me again.)

After Demona's promise not to let me skydive without her, we finished our bath and dried off. It was eerie how quiet the compound was after its fall; the master had relocated its new minions elsewhere. But the Grand Kingdom still did have two remaining residents, we decided to check on them before leaving.

We found Mr. Thorn in his room tending to his adolescent sex-toy. The lion-boy was sitting stark naked on the edge of the former goon's bed receiving a haircut?

"Did I say you could grow a mane?" The betrayer of the Grand Kingdom said shaving a tuft of brown fur from the boy's neck.

As he finished he started brushing the boy's fur slowly making his way done to the groin. Gently holding his scrotal sack as he shaved off all the fur just above his penis on the groin making the boy look less like a adolescent and more like the young lion cub which he desired very much.

"Yes what is it?" Mr. Thorn said annoyed as Demona and I stepped in to check on him.

We have matters to attend to; we are leaving. The harpy announced.

"I guess we will have to manage somehow." He said kissing his sex toy's genitals.

The lion-boy just giggled in response.

(Um, okay.)

"So where are you headed?" Mr. Thorn said redirecting his attention back to us.

"World Four." I responded.

"For what purpose?" He asked fondling the lion-boy's scrotum.

Demona and I didn't respond.

"You lost contact with your kind out there didn't you?" Mr. Thorn concluded. "Caden sent several expeditions to that city- none of them came back. There maybe a reason for that."

It has been a high priority for the master. Demona said.

"You mean your kind have had more difficulty colonizing that city compared to the other four. There is probably a reason for that too. Be careful harpy otherwise you will join the ranks of the lost."

(That warning sounded more like a premonition.)

I can see why we have not converted you. Demona said to the man.

He is more valuable to us in this compacitly. The master said to the harpy and myself. _ _

As Demona and I left the room, Mr. Thorn returned to tending to his lion-boy. I took another glance over my shoulder to see him scritching the boy's balls before proceeding to suck him off. The adolescent spread his legs wide, tipped his head back and moaned.

(Dawn was right, he is a creep.)

The sky was a dark shade of red that morning as the harpy and I walked out the front door of the farmhouse into the yard. I looked at Demona and she at me. I knelt down, glommed onto her right leg as she and I took off into the sky toward World Four to investigate the mysterious goings on there.

To Be Continued....