A human in his mid-twenties, with features that can be easily molded and stretched against the tight confines of Marcuv's belly, suggesting a flexible and slender physique. His personality is somewhat submissive and prone to panic in stressful situations, indicating a more timid or anxious nature. Despite his fear, he shows resilience as he continues to plead for release even after being swallowed. He also demonstrates adaptability---despite his initial terror, he manages to fall asleep inside Marcuv, implying an ability to adjust to extreme circumstances.

As Ryan kept struggling furiously, the very loud and long belch that was elicited filled his ears as his entire belly surroundings started to heavily contract and shudder. Within a few seconds, he found himself forcefully held in a very tight position to the point where he could only slightly move some part of of his limbs, creating smooth bulges on the lemon shark's belly. His outlines are a lot more prominent now as the other sharks could see his human features as his face and limbs were all stretched out tightly and snug on the shark's belly. "MMmmmfffhhhp~!" He tried to speak but the belly walls have tightened over his face to the point where he couldn't.

Now, more defined than ever, he could hear the conversations that were taking place and his heart dropped as Marcuv's shark friends were suggesting about having Ryan on being Marcuv's belly-pet possibly for years? This cannot happen! "MMmmffpp~Mnnnnmnnnn!" He tried to scream no as he struggled up, his motions only so far causing the shark's belly to bounce up and down! It seemed he was rather fearful!

Marcuv gave a groan, putting a hand on his belly to hold it steady. "Settle down in there, buddy..." He murmured, before hiccupping. "Aww, having trouble keeping him down? Bet you can't even keep him for that long" One of the other sharks teased Marcuv.

"Totally can! Just you watch!" Marcuv said, his body swaying as he pointed out to his 'friends'. "I'll keep him for, for... for FIVE years! How about that? None of you can hold a human for five years, but I will! Just you wait... everyday from here on, I'll have this big belly filled with this guy... And when it's all done, I'm gonna eat all of you, one by one, until you're all gone..." Marcuv said, with a little giggle, as if he was drunkenly joking.

"You're on, Lil' Marcuv" One of them told him. "But if you lose, we get to eat you... and your friend" He added... sounding like he wasn't joking. "Deal" Marcuv responded, with the confidence of somebody three sheets to the wind.

Ryan was clearly fearful as Marcuv placed his hand on his belly. He could definitely feel his belly shuddering about with Ryan's struggles upon hearing such a dare. Worse even, Marcuv decided to take on the bet! Adding five years to it? This is impossible, Ryan thought as he struggled on before pressing his face against the thick wall belly walls, showing off his prominent details externally!

"P-Please, don't keep me in here for five y-years! I have a life and ev-everything please!" He begged as he struggled about massively, Marcuv's belly was moving about wonderfully as prominent bulges appear here and there, even going as far up to his chest at times.

Though eventually, Ryan felt rather tired from doing so and seeing how his struggles seemed to do anything, he decided to just give up and lay back against the shark's belly walls, feeling his fleshy environment pulsating and slowly contracting on him. "D-don't, please" He continued to beg as he buried his face against the belly walls!

Though Ryan's struggles and desperate cries were noticeable, it seemed that he was being ignored by all except Marcuv, who only gave a tickled chuckle and rubbed his stomach in response, keeping his hand on it as he seemed to be moving through the party, the conversation having moved on. From then on, it was just a case of Marcuv once more showing off the Ryan-filled stomach to anyone that listened. Perhaps the worst part for Ryan though, was that Marcuv made a decision to keep drinking...

...which meant it all crashed down on top of Ryan, splashing him and his clothes with liquor. No matter how much Ryan struggled or screamed, Marcuv and the rest of the party either ignored him or simply didn't notice him... He was stuck, and he was alone.

Eventually, after what must have felt like hours, but had really been less than just one, Ryan would hear the noise fading to silence, and was jostled this way and that as Marcuv appeared to be staggering somewhere, likely home...

Truly it was an embarrassing and humiliating for such a squirmy, submissive human being nothing but just a large shark belly bulge for the rest of the party. The entire time, he felt the shark rubbing and kneading on him gently, as if he was caring for his belly like he's pregnant and whatnot. He though it couldn't get worse until of course the ravenous shark continue to get himself even more and more drunk to the point where he binge drink. Ryan being stuck in there himself was splashed with all the liquor, some of which had been accidentally drunk by Ryan as he was rather held tightly in one position. Luckily for him, he had a warm belly to snug around his form, providing the warmth for his currently wet clothes.

Though, he was indeed alone and nobody responded to him. Eventually though, his screaming and struggles stopped and he remain quiet for the later half of the party. Soon, he somehow fell asleep for a bit within his predator's tight and taut belly. Though, he woken up just in time to hear the noise fading though his entire fleshy world would shudder and toss him for a bit, causing Ryan to yelp for a little. His shark predator was staggering and strutting back from somewhere it seems.

"P-please, it's o-over yeah? L-let me go." Ryan decided to ask one more time to see if the shark would consider letting him out

"Aww, shush..." Marcuv hushed Ryan drunkenly. "Yoush can stop pretending now..." He huffed, using one hand leaning against a wall to keep himself steady whilst his over rested on top of his bumpy, swollen belly. "...betweens you and me, we're gonna winsh thish bet eashy..." Marcuv mumbled to Ryan, as he continued to stagger away, constantly using the walls or whatever surface he could to lean on as he floundered towards his home in the darkness of the night. "...caush I don't really know how to getsh you out... so... we can't lose, woo!" Marcuv explained, pumping his fist in the air for a moment for only his enjoyment.

Eventually, Marcuv would practically fall against a door, his stomach pressed between him and it, as he fumbled for his keys.

Ryan sighed as he heard how drunk his shark pretender seemed to be. Though, he shook his head which can be seen as a prominent bulge moving from side to side when Marcuv asked him to stop pretending. "P-pretending? I want to get out of here! I have a life!" He angrily exclaimed as he swayed around in that shark's sagging gut as he strutted back home in a drunken stupor. At least this time Ryan is confident that his predator is not looking to digest him.. "It's a stupid bet.." He said as he pressed both his palms against his belly walls, pushing it outwards though he paled for a bit when the shark told him he doesn't know how to get him out. "S-surely I can just c-crawl upwards when you're l-lying down? Right?" He asked before he let out a small yelp when he was squished between the shark's belly walls and the door which the shark had fallen on!

"Jush shush..." Marcuv mumbled in response, before opening the door and, quite literally, falling into his own apartment. He landed on his belly, of course. Luckily for Ryan, the stomach walls cushioned the blow and he was left unscathed, though he would feel the weight of the admittedly slim and lithe Marcuv on top of him for a moment.

Marcuv squirmed about for a moment before getting himself to his feet. "...come on in, make yourshelf at home..." Marcuv mumbled, presumably at Ryan who he seemed to forget was trapped in his middle. He closed the door behind him, before wandering towards his living room. "Jush gonna... lie down for... a mo..." Marcuv huffed, as he basically fell over the side of his sofa and onto it's comfortable cushions. Thankfully, he landed on his side this time, and Ryan wasn't so squashed... However, after a few moments, Marcuv's breathing slowed... and he started to quietly snore. Before he passed out completely, Marcuv managed to place one hand on his belly, holding it like he were a mother holding her pregnancy. With that... Marcuv was asleep.

If Ryan was leaving the stomach at all, he would be at the earliest, waiting until morning... or when Marcuv woke up, anyway.

Ryan grunted lightly as Marcuv shushed him once more. His fear fading away slowly and slowly but Marcuv's sudden fall caused him to yelp and bounce up again but he was immediately met with a loud thud to his body! It was powerful enough to force him against the shark's inner organ while the belly walls were squeezed into every inch of his weary skin. He sighed, a little alarmed from the fell and remain quiet.

He could practically feel his predator squirmed for a bit before finally getting on his two feet while Ryan remain suspended in a drunken shark's hammock of a belly. At this point, he wasn't sure on what to do as his predator was horribly drunken as he could hear him welcoming someone into his own house. Presumably him in which Ryan pushed out his hands against the belly walls. "I-I am here! M-Marcuv!" He yelled as he laid against the belly walls, feeling his predator wandering for a bit. Another fall caused Ryan to yelp and to be pushed against the side of the shark's rumbling belly walls.

He wasn't squashed this time but was rather packed in a tight belly but surprising against the softer belly walls, making him believe that Marcuv had already went to bed or is lying on a sofa. He sighed, knowing the shark would probably sober up tomorrow but for now he is a shark's food for the night. He was about to go to sleep until.. He felt Marcuv's placing his on his the belly bulge where his head was. He was gently rubbing and patting him in his sleep! How humiliating! Or... how comforting, Ryan thought as he squirmed for a bit lightly. It was quite a caress that he has never really received before and this is him coming from within the shark's belly. Though, still flustered but a little comforted now, he decided to get some shut eye. Hey, at least the shark's belly makes a warm bed!

Marcuv wouldn't stir until well into the morning of the next day, when a distant alarm in his bedroom began blaring. The shark boy was slow to rise and had a horrible, horrible headache. "...urgh... feel so bloated..." He muttered as he started to push himself up slowly, yawning and rubbing at his face. He finally seemed to feel the weight and presence of a human being inside of him for the first time. He looked down at his swollen stomach, and his eyes went wide and he gasped in surprise. "...what the hell did I... oh... oh right..." He mumbled, as events of last night slowly began to come back to him.

A blush went across his cheeks. "...oops" He mumbled, as if the imprisonment of a human inside of his stomach for five, possibly more, whole years was a mere trivial accident. "Oh well..." He remarked, smiling. He gave his belly a gentle rub. "...feels pretty good, actually" He murmured, before he groaned and rubbed his head. He carefully got up, trying not to rudely awaken his 'passenger' and started to head upstairs to get himself showered and changed out of last night's clothes.

Meanwhile, Ryan slept pretty well the entire night. He was enclosed in a rather warm, tight and snug fleshy chamber in which the belly walls continued to knead him, lulling him into a deep sleep. He would continue to sleep when Marcuv wakes up, Marcuv himself hearing a bit of a snore coming from within his belly. At some points, he would noticed his prey slightly twitching a bit, causing his yellow shark belly to shift for a bit as his prey seemed to be comfortably sleeping within him~.

Marcuv couldn't see it but Ryan had a bit of a grin as he slowly moved about within his ravenous gut. Its as if all thoughts of fear have faded away from Ryan's mind as he moved about gently, snoring right into Marcuv's belly wall. The shark's gentle belly rub would continue to comfort his prey, even so far as causing him to groan rather comfortably as the shark walked upstairs to change his clothes. Though that would be quite a challenge considering how big his belly is now with Ryan making him all full-out pregnant! Marcuv could hear his prey slightly shifting about, perhaps he is about to wake up?

If the walking didn't wake Ryan up, the pattering of the shower water against Marcuv's belly certainly would. The shark wasn't in the shower for very long, heading for his bedroom to change, still feeling a little rough. He started to feel the motions in his belly, looking down at it. "...well, morning sleepyhead, hope you slept well, because I slept great" Marcuv told Ryan with a smile, as he started to get dressed.

Hearing the sounds of shower and feeling the lovely belly scrubbing immediately did stir Ryan up. Again, he was shocked to see dark, pulsating belly walls surrounding him again! He thought he was in a dream! "Wait.. this i-isn't a dream? Let me out!" He yelled once more as he pressed his terrified face forward, a rather large facial bulge can be seen on the lemon's shark belly. It was then followed by dancing prominent bulges which seemed to shift from here and there. Lovely squirming~. Though at the end of the shower, he seemed to calm down a bit as he curled up, slightly shivering due to fear. He glanced upward, sighing as he shook his head. "C-can you let me out please? I need to go home!" He said, totally ignoring Marcuv's greetings!


A young Lemon Shark anthro in his twenties with vibrant yellow skin typical of his species and a lithe, athletic build that's somewhat smaller compared to his peers. His features carry an energetic and youthful charm. Marcuv is quite the free spirit who loves socializing and partying. He's competitive, eager to prove himself even when faced with daunting challenges. Despite being somewhat reckless especially when under the influence of alcohol, he carries a confident swagger about him. However, beneath this audacious exterior lies a manipulative streak---he isn't above deceit to achieve his goals or maintain his image among friends.

Hearing the sounds of shower and feeling the lovely belly scrubbing immediately did stir Ryan up. Again, he was shocked to see dark, pulsating belly walls surrounding him again! He thought he was in a dream! "Wait.. this i-isn't a dream? Let me out!" He yelled once more as he pressed his terrified face forward, a rather large facial bulge can be seen on the lemon's shark belly. It was then followed by dancing prominent bulges which seemed to shift from here and there. Lovely squirming~. Though at the end of the shower, he seemed to calm down a bit as he curled up, slightly shivering due to fear. He glanced upward, sighing as he shook his head. "C-can you let me out please? I need to go home!" He said, totally ignoring Marcuv's greetings!

"Ooof..." Marcuv panted, putting both hands on the sides of his belly to keep it steady, the squirms and wriggles visibly shaking it. He caught sight of himself in a mirror, and grinned widely as he saw Ryan's face pushed against his stomach walls, leaving an imprint. "Aww, come on, it can't be that bad in there, you slept like a log all night" Marcuv pointed out, before he gave a groan and rubbed his head again. "Urgh... tell you what, I feel real rough from last night, especially if you keep squirming like that... so I'm gonna try and throw you up, but if I can't, will you please stop panicking and moving about so much?" Marcuv offered... having no intention of releasing Ryan, though he wasn't going to let Ryan know that. "Like, just chill... think of it as a... vacation" Marcuv suggested, as he headed back to his bathroom.


A caring and devoted husband who is willing to make sacrifices for his wife, Helene. He demonstrates his love by comforting her and offering himself as a source of nourishment despite the risks involved. He is strong enough to withstand being fed on multiple times by Helene. Zeph also has a sense of humor, as he jokes about their tumultuous marriage and how it might affect their bedroom activities. Overall, he comes across as supportive, loving, and committed to making their relationship work despite the challenges they face.

A sharp pain coursed through Zeph's neck as he realized what had happened. To his surprise, he couldn't get her off him. It was like being held down by metal clasps. "Helene...", he felt himself starting to fade as she drank his blood. Maybe this was his way to die...

She suddenly leapt off of him and disappeared out of the door. He got up to go after her but stumbled on to the floor. Her feeding took a lot out of him. He struggled to his feet, grabbing a nearby towel and pressing it against his neck to slow the bleeding. He found the wound, miraculously, had already healed over, leaving only two marks where her fangs pierced his skin. More astounded than before, he quickly regained focus and threw on some clothes and grabbed a sheet to go find his beloved.

Racing down the stairs, he saw a slight trail of blood drops here and there that seemed to make a trail. He followed it as discreetly as possible, hoping not to draw any attention. The trail led to the stables where he found her, hidden away from the world. "Helene, it's me, Zeph." He inched closer to her, holding out a sheet for her to cover and comfort her.

Helene was huddled in the corner of the stables, the sounds of the horses being the only thing she could hear. How could she have been so stupid as to feed from her beloved! She could have killed him, and she didn't even go to see if he had passed out on the bedroom floor. All she had cared about was the sweet, sweet taste of his blood flowing from his veins into her mouth. But just as she had been about to figure that out, there he was... standing at the stable entrance and creeping closer to her with a sheet.

"Zeph... I..." She took the sheet in her hands, getting up and covering herself with it before looking at him once more and sighing. "I am so sorry, my love. I did not know, I simply thought I was tired after all that had happened. Forgive me... please forgive me Zeph. I do not know what I would do if you did not."

"It's okay, Helene." Throwing caution to the wind, Zeph wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closely. Was he insane? He knew he should have been terrified of her, maybe should even resent her, but he couldn't. After all they had endured together, he wouldn't abandon her, especially now. He tilted her chin up to look st her fangs. It seemed unreal the way they looked on her, but he knew that they were all too real, and all too sharp.

"It was the vampire king..." he said, realizing what happened. "It must have been that potion, but we've been banned and cannot return." He dropped his head in frustration. What could they possibly do now? A thought ran through his mind that he hadn't thought in the rush of recent events. "Are you still hungry?"

Helene whimpered painfully as he pulled her into his body, her face awfully close to his neck the and the sweet smell of his blood wafting into her sensitive nose. Curse the king for making her.. a monster like he was, now she would not be able to be near her husband without wishing to sink her fangs into his neck like a knife through soft butter. "It... it is not okay, Zeph. I feel so upset that I did not understand how I was feeling was because of the king, and not because of the long journeys that we had to take back and forth only to have me blinded one time and now turned into this... this thing!"

"I..." As she was about to keep speaking, she felt him tilt up her chin. She knew what was going on, so she opened her mouth so he could see the sharp fangs. Her mouth closed right away as he asked her that, and she backed away a little. "I... I am, I cannot lie. But feeding from you again, I am worried I will hurt you."

"Hey, hey, easy..." Zeph took her in his arms, looking into his arms. "You are not a thing, you still are my wife, the Empress, and the mother of our child." He rested his hand on her stomach. "Let's go back up to our room, away from prying eyes and ears. " He quickly led them up to their chambers. He locked the door, making sure they wouldn't be interrupted. He took a deep breath before facing her again. He walked up to her and gave her a sincere smile. "We're going to be okay." He leaned his neck over. "Go ahead and drink. You need your strength, with the baby and all."

Helene looked up at him like a lost child as he held her in his arms, and she sniffled as she tried to make sense of all of this. His hand on her stomach helped, and she stayed standing despite just wanting to sit back down and never leave this spot. "I... I understand." It was annoying to understand that she had duties to the crown still, and to her husband whom she must obey as often as possible. So she followed him as he guided her back to their chambers, waiting for the chance she could have more of his sweet blood.

They entered the room, and Helene walked in ahead of him to take a few deep breaths before he turned around to face her. "Yes, you are right." She walked carefully over to him, hugging herself to him as she leaned into his neck. Licking it once, she then sunk her fangs in and began drinking his blood.

Zeph winced as her fangs sank into his jugular vein. It hurt as first but then the pain eased as he felt the blood drain from his body. He was doing this for his love, and his child. After awhile, he didn't really feel anything at all. She was much more gentle this go around, which was a good sign. Maybe she was getting used to her urges and how to control them. His thoughts began to wonder how they would continue life. He would not leave her side, but he only had so much blood to give, where would they get the rest? He waited until she was finished before speaking again. "How are you feeling now?" He asked before stumbling to the floor. She may have taken a little too much as his head started to swim.

Helene drank until she was well and full, but she could tell something was wrong when she pulled away. "Zeph? Zeph!" She cried out as she watched him stumble to the floor, before hurrying over and quickly helping him to the bed. "I am okay, but what about you, my love? I am so sorry... I knew I should not have done that." It wouldn't be said, but she would have rather disappeared into the woods rather than harm Zeph any more than she had already done. It hurt her to see him like this.

"No, no. You're fine. It's just two feedings with a few minutes may have depleted me more than I thought." Zeph found his way to the bed and smiled weakly as he took her hand and pulled her on top of him. Maybe it was the blood loss, but he was infatuated by her, fangs and all. "Wow, I can't believe you're stronger than I am now. I guess that will make our bedroom activities more interesting, don't you think?"

Helene sighed softly, as she helped him up as best she could, even though he already had gotten himself up for the most part. "Well we will have to make sure that I go into the woods as often as I can, so I don't have to hurt you further." She walked over to the bed, sitting down carefully... before being pulled right on top of him as she straddled his hips. "I suppose so..." All she could do as giggle and be happy that he was okay, and that she was alive... so to speak.

"Just don't bruise me too much, I'm delicate, you know?", Zeph said jokingly. He pulled her face down to meet his and kissed her tenderly, running his tongue across her new fangs. He broke it slowly, "We're gonna be fine. We can try animal blood and see if that works. If not, well... well we'll figure it out from there. I just know I love you so much and will not ever think of letting you leave my side, deal?"

Helene looked down at him as he joked to her, and she sighed softly when he pulled her down. Their lips touched softly, but she felt him caressing her fangs with his tongue, she froze up and watched as he pulled back soon after. "Zeph... I... I will try. I love you too, and I hope that everything turns out okay for us... and our child." It worried her that her daughter would have to leave them to marry the son of that man who had done this to her in the first place.

Zeph smiled as he caresses her face. "My dear, we have had the most tumultuous start to our marriage, haven't we?" He took her hand in his and started playing with it. "You've been kidnapped, blinded, and now you're with child and have been turned into a vampire, not to mention the few times I've nearly died and one time almost did." He couldn't help but laugh. "Where do we possibly go from here?"


A woman who has recently been turned into a vampire, giving her an otherworldly and mysterious appearance. She has pale skin, sharp fangs, and heightened senses as a result of her transformation. As for her personality, she is remorseful and frightened by her new vampiric nature, fearing that she could hurt her husband Zeph unintentionally. She also shows concern for their unborn child and the future of their family. Despite feeling like a monster due to her condition, Helene remains loving towards Zeph and desires to find a way to manage her new life without causing harm to those she cares about.

Helene looked down at him as he joked to her, and she sighed softly when he pulled her down. Their lips touched softly, but she felt him caressing her fangs with his tongue, she froze up and watched as he pulled back soon after. "Zeph... I... I will try. I love you too, and I hope that everything turns out okay for us... and our child." It worried her that her daughter would have to leave them to marry the son of that man who had done this to her in the first place.


A resourceful and adaptable woman with big green eyes and red hair. She's a hunter showing determination to survive. Her willingness to learn quickly and her ability to keep her emotions in check suggest a level-headed and pragmatic nature.

With a defeated cry, Marethari turned and forced herself to keep moving. She would pray for her them when it was safe to, if it was ever safe to. Gripping her bow tightly in her hand she continued to run for her life. She looked back a few times, not sure if the sounds of crunching leaves and snapping twigs were caused by the two of them alone or if they were being followed. She could only hope it was not the latter.

Some time later, long after it was safe to stop running and just walk, they came across a dark cave. "Look." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she pulled Leon to a stop. "Perhaps we could rest a bit in there?" Marethari suggested. Her the lower parts of her legs began to throb, making her realize just how exhausted she was. Her body was telling her that she wouldn't get much farther if she didn't rest, and that was not a warning she could ignore.

Leon looked behind as he ran, stumbling and almost falling a few times, when he saw the carnage. Men being ripped limb from limb, gargantuan weapons splitting the innocent villagers in two, blood coating the once-sacred ground of their village. The beasts were feral, they kept swinging even after the man or woman was surely dead.

Leon looked forward, his mind gaining a clarity, as if time was slowing. He was able to clear most bounds, duck under most branches, and the ones that did trip him up or hit his face did little to impede his progress. The only thought in his mind was to survive. Through the forest the two went, Leon, not knowing how, but being able to tell they were in no danger. For now.

Then he saw the cave almost at the same time Marethari called it out. Leon's first thought was immediately that a bear would live there. But it was spring. If a bear nested there, it would return at night.

"Rest in a cave? Who knows what could wait for us in there?" Leon questioned. "That cave would make a perfect home for bears." As much as his limbs ached also, and his muscles burned with a fiery passion, he was hesitant in resting there. But night was fast approaching, Leon estimated only a few hours remaining of blessed day-time.

"Whatever is in there can surely dealt with." Marethari replied. They survived the monster horde, they could definitely survive a bear attack. "We can use the remaining hours of daylight to ready ourselves for any attack." She said, walking towards the cave entrance. She stood just outside of it, peering into the darkness like it would part for her and allow her to see inside. "Hello?" Her voice was the only thing that echoed back, though she wasn't sure if that was any indication of emptiness. "The nearest settlement could be miles away..." She murmured, trying to talk herself into overcoming the trepidation she felt at walking into complete darkness. "We do not have many alternatives."

That fact gave her pause. There really was no plan as far as she knew. The only goal had been survival, and evidently that goal had been realized. But where did they go from there. "Where are we to go, Leon?" She asked. "I mean, the most logical thing would be to run to the next village. But what do we do then?"

"Bears are not that easily dealt with..." Leon murmured. He stood next to her, on the other side of the cave, and tensed, waiting for something furry and vicious to come out and eat them. When nothing did, he took a cautious look inside, never having been the trusting sort, or the sort that acts without reason. It seemed relatively clear to him, plenty of darkness. And plenty of cold.

"We stay here for now, and I think we should go to the next village. But we would have to be wary about it, because the beasts might beat us there. If they haven't, buy supplies, clothes, maybe horses... or steal them, and go to a city or town, with real soldiers and palisades and walls to fend off these brutes."

"We'll also need a fire." He took his hammer, ramming it into the side of the cave as hard as he could, and a couple brittle pieces of rock fell, each about the size of his palm. He picked one stone up, and examined it—Flint. Leon allowed himself a small grin. He walked over to Marethari, saying, "Know how to use a flint and steel?"

Marethari took the flint. "No, but I'm a fast learner. Why don't you show me?" she replied, looking down at the rock and then back at him. She extended her hand and gave it back. It was useless to her as it was. And she was indeed a quick learner. She had to be, living with a father whose health had declined rather quickly, leaving her to become the head of the family in his present absence. She'd had to learn how to hunt, which was how she'd learned to use a bow and arrow. She'd had to learn fiscal responsibility. She'd also had to learn how to keep her emotions in check so that she could remain levelheaded. She had to be shown but once, twice at the most, and she caught on to a skill or concept.

"Once you show me how to use that, I shall go hunt for something to eat." She said as her stomach growled loudly, the sound quickly followed by a burning sensation as if her empty stomach was eating itself. The forest was filled with easy prey, which included woodlands animals and edible berries and mushrooms. She become quite adept at working with what she had. She couldn't make a gourmet feast, but she could whip up something passable.

Leon grinned, and knelt down, taking one of Marethari's arrows. He braced the arrowhead against the stone, and said, "Drag it roughly across... and sparks will fly everywhere. In order to make a fire, you have to nestle them in one place, make a home for the sparks to take root..." Of course Leon knew about fire. He could coax a fire to burn down a castle from rubbing two sticks together. "But of course, You are going to hunt, for I am as talented with a bow and arrow as the fish that tries to fly. I'll take care of the fire."

When he heard the loud rumbling noise of Marethari's stomach, Leon laughed, a deep, booming noise, he was a big man, for his young age. "And that... makes two of us." He said in a undertone. He was, no doubt, hungry, but he had recently had a meal later in the day, and was not starving to death. "I'll get firewood, you hunt." Leon picked up his hammer, thinking he had better chances of just ripping the tree branches off than whacking them off with the hammer. He had no woodaxe, which he cursed himself for.

Marethari watched every move Leon made closely, committing the steps to memory. She repeated the process in her head until she was certain she could repeat his words and actions verbatim. "Alas, we are all useful in our own ways." She replied, her smile full of humor as she turned and walked back into the thick line of trees, taking her longbow off her back and knocking an arrow as she moved.

As soon as Marethari stopped moving, a branch cracked. She gasped, quickly raising her bow and preparing to fire. Leaves made a crackling sound behind her and Marethari turned so quickly her legs almost couldn't keep up, and she stumbled slightly. Something moved. Marethari closed her eyes released her arrow with a shriek, her panic forcing her into action. There was a dull thud as something hit the ground, and then all was silent again. Marethari opened her eyes and looked at what she killed. A fawn, probably no older than six months. Oh, no.

Marethari always avoided killing baby animals if she could. It just didn't seem fair to cut them down before they'd gotten a chance to experience life. Her chest ached and she found it hard to breathe for a moment, but she quickly suppressed the urge to cry. Now was not the time to be sensitive. It was either the baby deer or her, and she chose her. After gathering up everything else she would need to make a meal, Marethari dragged her prey back to camp.


A physically strong and pragmatic man. He has a practical mindset, assessing risks and suggesting strategic plans. He has familiarity with survival techniques and experience with challenging environments. He possesses skills with tools like a hammer and shows confidence in his abilities. He has blue eyes and short jet-black hair and is 6'2" tall (188 cm).

Marethari watched every move Leon made closely, committing the steps to memory. She repeated the process in her head until she was certain she could repeat his words and actions verbatim. "Alas, we are all useful in our own ways." She replied, her smile full of humor as she turned and walked back into the thick line of trees, taking her longbow off her back and knocking an arrow as she moved.

As soon as Marethari stopped moving, a branch cracked. She gasped, quickly raising her bow and preparing to fire. Leaves made a crackling sound behind her and Marethari turned so quickly her legs almost couldn't keep up, and she stumbled slightly. Something moved. Marethari closed her eyes released her arrow with a shriek, her panic forcing her into action. There was a dull thud as something hit the ground, and then all was silent again. Marethari opened her eyes and looked at what she killed. A fawn, probably no older than six months. Oh, no.

Marethari always avoided killing baby animals if she could. It just didn't seem fair to cut them down before they'd gotten a chance to experience life. Her chest ached and she found it hard to breathe for a moment, but she quickly suppressed the urge to cry. Now was not the time to be sensitive. It was either the baby deer or her, and she chose her. After gathering up everything else she would need to make a meal, Marethari dragged her prey back to camp.

Leon was tearing branches off of trees, jumping and grabbing, and when they snap, he fell painfully to the ground with a painful *thwump!* half the time, and landed on his feet the other. Every time he got an armful of wood, he carried it back to the cave. He went through this process several times, before he deemed the small pile in the cave enough to fit the night.

He came back on his last trip, to see Marethari already in the cave with a young buck, and an assortment of sweet-smelling herbs. "Nice shot." He commented, but with a small start, he seemed to notice the state of her emotions, as if he could sense it. He drew closer, dropping his armful of wood, grateful for the reprieve. "Something go wrong?" He asked, hoping that there were no beasts nearby.


A male biomechanical android created by Leslie. He is the most advanced technological being, created without any special military abilities or superhuman anything for that matter. He is meant to be one of a kind. He's 6 feet 1 inch tall.

Calvin looked at the woman who happened to be in front of him, he blinked one time as he focused his light emerald green eyes at the young woman. He stood there, he was around 6'1 with a near perfect frame and body, he was a biological android, thus he was practically human, and was given a rather nice body. He had medium length light brown hair as well. He listened carefully as he looked at the woman, Leslie. She was the creator. He followed that command on the spot and nodded his head, "Yes Leslie, I comply," he replied in his same robot tone as he looked at her.

"Social interactions, the way in which a group of people interact with each other from as many as two people, to as many as the whole world. Subject Sociology, primary goal will to be to learn these form, and master them," he said repeating his command in a sort of way as he looked at the woman for a moment longer. "I understand the instructions, do you wish to begin working on such things at the moment?"

So far so good, thought Leslie, her sharp yellow eyes curling into a smile. Her brown curls were tied on partway on the back of her head, a small pin to them, and her beautiful eyes were hidden by thin glasses. Everything about her appearance was meticulous, from the way she cared for her hair, the way she cleaned her cafe con leche naturally tanned skin and body as to leave not a single scent that wasn't that of her very skin, to the way she always dressed in a lab coat while she was at work despite most of her projects didn't require her to.

He was complying better than she expected, had successfully integrated the database of information from what she could tell, and managed to say them in context. Walking around him, inspecting him, she smiled content. "Yes, we shall start building social interaction with me," she responded. "Although make sure to note that each human has a marked and distinct personality, and generalizing is not always an option." She breathed in, her small frame tilting back and her already full breasts looking larger for a second, before she breathed out. "Lets begin. Approach me."

Calvin looked up at her and nodded his head as he he looked around the place, the area seemed void of any thing that his circuits would say was out of order. The term would be well kept he believed, he looked ahead at the woman, his green eyes catching her own eyes for a moment as he looked at her. She was very much like the room well kept, as it were. He blinked and looked at her, "acknowledged," he said as he looked at her "social interaction to begin," he commented out loud as he looked at her.

"Good Morning, Doctor Leslie," he said in still a robotic tone as he looked at her and put his hand out to shake her own. He looked at her and then looked at his hand and blinked for a moment as he then blinked, "Well now, that was the right thing to do, that was what my database said was correct, am I?" He asked almost sounding unsure of himself.

Leslie looked at the robot, expectant what the social interaction program would begin, and she was glad to see it had started well. She would have been even happier, were it not for his doubt. Tilting her head, she said, "That's odd, you're not supposed to question the database..." She took his hand and shook it. "This is a basic greeting in human interaction, where one seeks for contact with each other. That is why there is a holding of hands." She understood these interactions perfectly well, what she didn't always succeed on was the execution.

Letting go of his hand, she walked around him, pressing her fingers to his back. "Your voice still has not been able to simulate a human tone... we'll have to work on that..." His back was almost a keyboard, full of commands if you knew the right keys. "We'll have to revise your speech software..."

The robot blinked his eyes as he stood there perfectly still as he looked at the woman whom was in front of himself. He was perplexed by what was going on with the new information that was run inside of his systems. He was not sure what was wrong with his system, he ran a check of each system one at a time, in order and worked his way through the whole of the system. He found no single problem in his system when he checked.

He looked up as he noticed that his creator had disappeared from in front of him. He could sense that she had accessed his system. He stood there frozen as he was accessed by her. He blinked as his voice systems came online one at a time. He blinked again, "Ma'am, the systems are working," he commented with a human tune this time, that was far different from the robotic one he had used just earlier.

Leslie's eyes lit up as her modifications seemed to have done the trick. Softly, she leaned on his back, caressing it softly. "Good, good... you're already improving..." she whispered. "Even your body temperature seems human..." She had to be his finest piece of work, ever. And even being only minutes online, he was already upgrading.

With a soft sigh she left his back, walking once again in front of him. It was almost sad to leave it, but again she smiled. "Can you register my facial expression? What does this mean?" She pointed to either side of her cheeks, pointed to her smile. "You have to be sure to pick up cues from the environment around you." It was exciting, to test the boundaries of his knowledge.

Calvin blinked calmly as he stood there still as could be. He felt her hands against his back for a moment longer and heard her whispers. He didn't make any reply to them at all, he figured they were comments to herself. He didn't understand the complexity of the human mind or at least her mind at this moment.

He blinked as he looked at her face as his mind went over various clues that were left there for him. She had a upturned smile, he could sense something different from her tone too. He could tell from the sigh a moment something as well, thought that he wasn't sure about yet. He blinked as he put it all together inside of his mind. "Well now, I would say that the smile shows that you are happy. I am also guessing from the tone, as well as your line of questioning, that you are curious about something as well."

"Very, good, very good!" Leslie answered, clapping lightly. "Yes, smiles show that you are happy, but you have to also make sure the eyes are smiling, because if that's the case it could also mean something else. I'm surprised you picked up curiosity, but even more surprised you haven't found out the why of my curiosity." She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "The fact that you are now active and being beta-run has me excited, and anxious to find out your capabilities. Scratch anxious, eager! That would be a more correct phrasing."

She needed to be careful with words. Humans sometimes took words too lightly, and forgot that each word has a very precise meaning. Hopefully, she'd be able to convey her expressions well enough despite these shortcomings. "Can you imitate the facial expression for happiness?"

Calvin looked at the female whom was in front of him, and continued to take some measurements of how she was reacting, for his database to be able to compare this action to future actions in the future. Then he could be able to make a base judgment on how she would react to various things he did and statements he made as well. He hope to be able to figure it out in a sort of mathematical like way. He made a note in his database about how she was, eager, and put that in his notes about this first encounter.

He stood there for a moment as he looked a there and then thought about her request. He went over the events, of the last several moments in quick order, as he put together what his mind told him would show happiness the most effectively. He smiled a small not smile, nothing overly fancy, but one that was similar to the one she had shown a bit before. He then nodded his head, his tone lightened by a just a bit, "Well now, how is this?"


A woman whose creativity exceeded most human beings; her intelligence was unsurpassed within her contemporaries, and her talents are not limited to her field of study. She has worked with music, medicine, psychology, anthropology, engineering... there is nothing this woman could not do if she put her mind to it! Well, nothing except social interactions. She knows how to behave in theory, but has never properly managed it. To properly explore these social interactions, she created an android: Calvin. Leslie has brown curly hair tied partway on the back of her head with a small pin, beautiful eyes hidden by thin glasses, tanned skin. She has a petite frame, yet quite large breasts.

"Very, good, very good!" Leslie answered, clapping lightly. "Yes, smiles show that you are happy, but you have to also make sure the eyes are smiling, because if that's the case it could also mean something else. I'm surprised you picked up curiosity, but even more surprised you haven't found out the why of my curiosity." She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "The fact that you are now active and being beta-run has me excited, and anxious to find out your capabilities. Scratch anxious, eager! That would be a more correct phrasing."

She needed to be careful with words. Humans sometimes took words too lightly, and forgot that each word has a very precise meaning. Hopefully, she'd be able to convey her expressions well enough despite these shortcomings. "Can you imitate the facial expression for happiness?"


A 15-year-old girl who's self-conscious about her physical appearance, particularly her slim figure. Despite this, she carries a sense of style and confidence, often opting for trendy outfits like tight jeans and crop tops that hint at a more mature side. She is quick-witted and not afraid to speak her mind, especially when it comes to putting her younger brother in his place. Although initially uncomfortable with the explicit nature of their discoveries, Jessi's curiosity gets the better of her, suggesting an adventurous streak beneath her somewhat reserved exterior. Her relationship with Eric is typical of many siblings; they share moments of camaraderie but also engage in frequent bouts of teasing and disagreements.

"Thanks Eric, thank you very much," Jessi grumbled under her breath as she pulled the lighter box closer to her to properly look into it. She knew that she wasn't the best looking girl around with her at the moment not really existing tits and her gangly legs, no need to rub it in. Jeez, suddenly she was remembering why she sometimes hated her little brother, because he was such a dick sometimes.

Anyway, she gazed into the box... and blushed heavily. No way was she gonna put those on. At least, not when someone else could see them. That is, not when someone who wasn't supposed to see them could see them. No way, fuck no. And she did not have the figure for it anyway, too little in the way of tits and ass she thought as she saw the thongs and outrages underwear. Well, sexy underwear. Silken sexy underwear.

"Great... Granpa hid the dirty stuff." She looked up, seeing Eric unpack the camera. "I bet there's porn on those tapes." Only then did she realize that most likely Eric had no idea what porn was and that now she had to explain it. Urgh, great.

"Oh that's so cool," was Eric's reply. Like many of his friends, he had spent a great deal of time trying to bypass parental control lockouts on the TV or internet; hoping to get his first glimpse of a naked girl. Eric's sudden elation at the discovery was short lived however, "Or it would be if there was anything to play them on. All that's here now are Blu-Ray players, nothing for these dinosaurs."

Eric then turned his attention to the index card boxes, opening one at random. They were full of old Polaroid pictures. He took some out of the box and began flipping through them. The first was of four girls on a boat in the middle of a mountain lake, wearing their bikinis; then one that looked like a selfie with two girls; a third was of their parents when they were only a year or two older than Jessi.

"Oh wow, I think I know who's stuff this is," Eric said as he flipped to the fourth picture, "look." The picture was of their grandparents, dad, and one of the girls from the first two pictures. They were all gathered around a table, with a cake that said Happy Birthday Kimmy, and candles in the shape of the numbers 1 and 4. "This must have been Aunt Kim's room way back when."

The photos Eric handed to Jessi showed a girl with sandy, sun-bleached hair who wore braces. Flipping back the picture of the boat, it looked like she was cut from the same cloth as Jessi; both were slim, with small breasts and slender hips. If anything, Jessi looked slightly more developed than the girl in the photo. "She looks kind of like you. I guess being tall runs in dad's side of the family," he quipped, as he looked over more photos.

For a second Jessi was startled, then she realized in what a time she lived. Of course Eric would know what porn is, they had the internet at home, right? So of course he would have tried to get parental control to get a glimpse at some naked booty, it was what every boy that age did, right? At least that was how she imagined it. Still, she was somewhat relieved that she did not had to explain this to him, that would have made things very awkward. On the other hand, it would surely have lived up the whole time around here. Oh well, that was a bullet dodged, though.

However, she took the photo he handed her and looked at it. And surely, she kind of did look like the girl in the picture, though thankfully without braces. Well, NOW without braces, just a year before, she had worn a pair of them as well and had just gotten out of them about three months ago. And gods, had that been liberating. She smirked a bit as she studied the girl, her aunt Kim, in the picture and mentally compared what she saw with what she saw in the mirror everyday. "Yeah, I guess it does."

Then she knelt down on the other side of the box opposite Eric, looking through the photos with him together. Then her eyes grew huge and her cheeks reddened. "Oh wow... that is... umm... something..."

The picture in question was of their aunt wearing a sky blue, baby doll, lingerie with matching panties. The material was gauzy and see-through, allowing an unobstructed view of her small, perky tits; somehow highlighting their rosy crowns without muddling them in the least. In spite of the fact that the girl in the picture was his aunt, Eric found himself getting aroused.

Quickly, he cleared his throat as he continued flipping through photos, "Oh wow, check this one out!" This photo didn't have their aunt in it, but it did have one of the girls from the boat photo, as well as another, younger girl, perhaps even younger than Eric. The older girl was wearing a set of lacy, black bras and panties that didn't quite sit right on her, as if they were swiped from the underwear of someone older and were just a little loose.

The younger girl was naked, with a flat chest, and only the barest hints of pubic hair. The two girls were sharing a deep tongue twisting kiss, as the older girl held what looked like an egg with a wire attached between the younger girl's spread legs. "I guess we know why she kept this stuff hidden; if Grandpa or Gram ever caught her with it, they'd have had a meltdown. Heck, if Mom and Dad knew about this, they'd take it all out back and burn it, then they'd ground us for a month just in case we knew something about it."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jessi said with a slight chuckle and a look at the picture. She couldn't help it; the idea of doing such a thing with another girl, even one younger than Eric, was kind of hot. Perhaps because it was forbidden or perhaps because it was just so darn cute, no matter why exactly, the thought excited her. As in, excited her between the legs. She bit her lower lip and fought back the urge to shove a hand between her legs to scratch her tingling there and instead focused on the now.

"Well, look at that." She pulled another photograph from the box, this one just as old and slightly marred as the others. It showed two of the girls from the boat, their Aunt Kim with her blonde hair and breach, and a dark haired girl, somewhat older than her, or perhaps simply more developed. Both were on the boat, lounging next to each other. Both wore their bikinis but those were somewhat lopsided, as if they had pulled them off and then put them on again with very little care, daring to expose anything hidden any second now. They had their arms around each other but smiled into the camera, their skin wet and glittering, and in the hand of the dark haired girl was a very suspicious looking cigarette.

"I guess everybody has a past, huh?" For a second Jessi imagined finding pictures like these of her own mum, but then she killed that thought quickly. No way that their prissy and well behaved, boring parents ever did something fun or daring or forbidden. The most scandalous thing they ever did was driving two miles faster than the speed limit allowed and even that only when there was no one else around.

But another thought occurred to her, and she looked at Eric. "Hey, you know what? I think we can actually watch these videos. We only have to attach the camera to the TV. I think..." That perhaps those tapes were porn or something else absolutely inappropriate to watch together with her younger brother did actually occur to her, but she did not care. After all, who would ever know? And what harm would be done? He would sneak them home anyway and watch them there, most likely that is. And she was intrigued by now.

"Really?" Eric asked, looking back at the camera, "well then let's get it hooked up." As Eric grabbed the camcorder and spun it to the TV, he clipped the box of clothes, and it spilled to the floor with an odd clatter. Eric ignored the mess in his hurry to see what was on the tapes, so failed to notice that there were several sex toys and a small book mixed in among the lacy bits of cloth.

"Are you sure you don't want to try some of that stuff on?" Eric asked over his shoulder, as he puzzled over the cables, "you could see how you stack up side by side with Aunt Kim. It's going to take me a few minutes to figure this thing out anyway, so you won't miss anything."

Jessi got up as well as her little brother grabbed the box, but she was startled by what came out of the fallen box. And she recognized most of it and could guess well enough what the rest was. She was certainly old enough to do her research on the internet. She blushed crimsed and barely fought the urge to hit her brother down as she heard his comment. But she almost yelled at him with a voice that left no room for doubt, "No, I would not like to!"

Then she grabbed the spilled stuff, pushed it back into the box, and grabbed the cardboard box, stomping into her own room with it. She slammed the door shut behind her, angry not really at Eric, but at his thoughtless comment. With a snarl, she practically threw the box onto her bed for later examination. And well, perhaps she would try on some of the clothes later, when Eric wouldn't see. Not now, not ever in his presence, no fucking way, that would just be... Ewwwww. And anyway, she thought of herself as sexy enough in her tight jeans and her white sweater, leaving her stomach exposed, hinting at more to explore and discover.

But... A thought wormed its way into her conscious mind... She pushed it down that one as well, schooled her features into a neutral expression, and left her room then, skipping down the stairs. "I'm getting a coke, do you want one too?" She did not wait for a reply as she crossed the living room, where Eric was working on the camera, and went into the kitchen. A few moments later, she returned with two glasses and a bottle of coke, threw herself on the couch and waited.

It took Eric less than ten minutes to connect the cables, set the TV to the proper input, and figure out the controls on the camera. "OK, we've got three tapes, including the one in the camera. No names on any of them, just numbers that look like they could be the day and month. Which one do you want to try first?" he asked, turning to his sister.

Jessi leaned back on the couch and got comfortable. For a second, she thought about the question, then she shrugged. "Starting from the beginning sounds as good as any, right?" It was one and the same for her. With no way of knowing what was on it, they could simply pick one at random and start. And this simply felt a bit more right to her, nothing else. She sipped on her coke and tried not to think too hard about what they would see. She imagined it would be some kind of old school, dirty porn movie or something.

Eric took his best guess at which tape was the first, and rewound it to the beginning, then pressed play. For the first few seconds, there was nothing but static before a black cut in. "God Kimmy, I can't believe you got this thing for only 35 bucks," came a voice from the speakers. "Hey, I think I got it working guys, but I can't see anything," came a second voice. "Try taking off the lens cap genius," replied a third, as the screen glared white before setting into focus.

The scene showed two girls sitting on a bed, with a third, the young version of their aunt, holding the camera visible in the mirror. "This thing is going to be so much better than my Polaroid," their aunt said. "Please Kim, you spend too much time behind your camera watching other people live their lives and not enough living your own," said the girl on the left. "Well that won't be as much of a problem with that thing," replied the one on the right. "it has a tripod, she can just set it up in a corner, let it play and join the rest of us having fun. Looks like Aunt Kim's home movies." Eric said as the screen cut to static.

As the static gave way to an image again, the view was one of someone hiding in bushes along the side of the road. "My brother thinks he's being so smooth, but I know he's dating someone, and now I'm going to catch him red handed," came their aunt's voice as she sprinted from bush to bush until coming to a stop by a tree. The camera zoomed in on an old car with a Honda logo on the back. After several minutes, a much younger version of Eric, and Jessi's mother came walking into view. "Sarah?!?" was all that was heard before more static, and an image distortion shifted the scene to a bedroom, the camera apparently lying on its side. "I CAN'T BELIEVE HER!!!" came their aunt's voice in a shriek, "WITH MY BROTHER!"

"Kimmy keep it down, my parents are going to hear you, and you're going to break your new camera throwing it around like that," came a reply. "I DON'T CARE, SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE OUR FRIEND, MY FRIEND, AND SHE'S OUT THERE SUCKING FACE WITH MY BROTH." The scene cut off abruptly as the camera tilted up, and apparently someone had shut it off, leaving more static.

"Looks like Aunt Kim's home movies" Eric said as the screen cut to static. Jessi just rolled her eyes at this and replied, "Yeah, what else, duhh?" Her slight annoyance was clearly heard out of her voice, but at least it was only a slight annoyance and not a total "I'm-unnerved-as-hell-by-you" like she so often was.

She sipped on her coke and watched the movie, scowling, trying to figure out what was happening there. Was that...? She wasn't sure; it was too much jumbled and out of context. Better to wait for things to get clearer. However, she turned to Eric slightly and then said to him, "If this turns into porn and you have to rub one out, you better do it in the bathroom."


An 11-year-old boy, the throes of early adolescence. His curiosity and technical skills suggest he is intelligent and resourceful. He appears to be quite bold for his age, as evidenced by his willingness to explore adult content without much hesitation. Despite this maturity, he still displays typical pre-teen behavior such as teasing his older sister and showing excitement over taboo discoveries. His interactions with Jessi suggest that while they may have their differences, there's an underlying bond of sibling camaraderie between them.

"Looks like Aunt Kim's home movies" Eric said as the screen cut to static. Jessi just rolled her eyes at this and replied, "Yeah, what else, duhh?" Her slight annoyance was clearly heard out of her voice, but at least it was only a slight annoyance and not a total "I'm-unnerved-as-hell-by-you" like she so often was.

She sipped on her coke and watched the movie, scowling, trying to figure out what was happening there. Was that...? She wasn't sure; it was too much jumbled and out of context. Better to wait for things to get clearer. However, she turned to Eric slightly and then said to him, "If this turns into porn and you have to rub one out, you better do it in the bathroom."

"Don't be gross," Eric replied as a new scene began. The beginning showed their aunt in a mint green teddy, leaning over the camera. "There, I think that's got it," she said as she backed away to stand in the center of view. "OK, so Angie's mom has had to pull a double at the hospital tonight, and she's left Angie in charge, with specific instructions that there are to be no boys over, so she's invited over a few friends for a No Boys party. And as a special treat tonight, joining us for the very first time ever, will be Angie's little sister Megan."

A second girl stepped into frame dressed in lacy, black underwear and draped herself around their aunt. "That is, if those two will ever come out of the bathroom. You don't think Megan is getting cold feet, do you?" asked the newcomer. "Are you kidding? Megan has been wanting to get in on the action ever since she walked in on Angie and the traitorous bitch fooling around two months ago! No, they just couldn't find anything for Megan to wear, so now Angie is trying to improvise something hot for her sister's big debut."

"Hey, check it out, same chick, same clothes! This must have been taken at the same party!" Eric said, holding up the photo with the two girls kissing.

Eric's comment almost drowned out, the other girls reply on the video, "Oh come on Kim, you need to let that shit go already. Sarah didn't betray you! I mean, when you're having fun with me, or Angie, or any of the other girls, you're not betraying her, right?" Their aunt looked at the other girl for a moment before sighing, "it's different Kelly, it's my brother" she said in exasperation before being cut off as a third girl entered the room.

"Dun-Da-Ta-Dun! Everyone give a big round of applause to my little sister Megan!" said the girl who must have been Angie, who was followed by the young girl in the photo, who was wearing nothing but three red, stick on Christmas ribbons; two over her nipples and a larger one covering her vagina. "Oh wow," said their aunt, "i can't decide if that's super cute or super hot." The girl, whose name was apparently Kelly, had only one thing to say in response: "Dibs!"


A determined and passionate individual, with an impulsive nature that often leads him to make decisions on the spur of the moment. His physical appearance is marked by a dominant presence, exuding an aura of control and authority. He has strong feelings for Rowen, which can verge on obsession, leading him to be possessive and insistent. Despite his aggressive tendencies, he also shows moments of tenderness and care towards Rowen. His quick temper flares up when faced with resistance but he's quick to apologize afterwards, indicating a complex emotional landscape.

Rowen's protests weren't very convincing so Edwin ignored them, leaning on one elbow and pushing his other hand up under Rowen's shirt, stroking his lower stomach and hip. "Why not, there's nothing holding you there and you don't like your job. Stay with me, I'll take care of you," he promised again softly, gently insistent and not going to back down.

He slid his hand down further, palming Rowen's crotch through his pants, maybe pleasure would soften him up and make him agree to say. "Can't you see it's meant to be? Why else would I find you again?" He asked softly, it was because he'd been looking of course, but Rowen didn't need to know that yet.

Rowen's jaw clenched tightly as he watched Edwin lean closer towards himself. Only for his hand to enter against his shirt. His skin shuddered as he felt his hand touch against his stomach and hips. "Edwin. This is the f-first time we've seen each other in years! You can't possibly be serious!" Rowen gulped.

The male's body tensed up slightly as he suddenly felt his hand press against his crotch. Only to feel a warmth press between his legs. "I'm... I'm a grown man, Edwin. I don't... need you to take care of me." Rowen mustered. Whilst Edwin felt a faint pulse against his palm.

"Of course I am," Edwin assured without hesitation, he knew what he was talking about, and yes he was very impulsive and a bit delusional but he did not back down from a decision! He'd decided to take care of Rowen and he was not going to back down on that, he didn't easily give up on these sorts of things.

He grinned against Rowen's neck, feeling his body respond to Edwin's touch he rubbed the other man slowly. "You don't need it, but I want to take care of you," He insisted softly, undoing Rowen's pants casually so he could slide his hand inside, one less barrier between his hand and Rowen's cock. "You might like it, worth a try if what you're doing isn't making you happy."

Rowen's chest, slowly heaved up and down. "Edwin it cant be that—e-easy!" He called out. He was about to deny once more toll he felt Edwin begin to undo his pants. His eyes slightly widening in surprise. His feet, pressed down against the mattress, thinking of what the hell he'd do.

With a small sound of surprise being heard from him, Rowen could feel his hand just against his boxers. His cock, twitched ever so faintly at his touch. "B-but why do you want to..." Rowen mumbled.

Edwin was starting to get tired of Rowen's insistence on arguing with him, would is stop if he told Rowen now that he wouldn't be allowed to leave even if he wanted to? Probably not, but he could silence the other man another way. "I've missed you, I don't want to lose you again. Stay close to me," He half demanded before he kissed Rowen again to silence any arguments he might have now, Edwin was far more interested in touching at the moment.

He broke the kiss once they were both breathless, pulling back to tug off Rowen's shirt and bending over his chest, running his tongue over one of his nipples, biting softly once it was hard. All the while continuing to gently rub Rowen through his underwear, feeling him responding made Edwin feel amazing.

Rowen was about to resist once more. Trying to give logic to this man, though his lips soon became occupied with his lips. A muffled sounds being heard from Rowen as he melted once more. His hands grasped tightly against the sheet under him as Edwin broke the kiss.

His face was a flushed mess at this point as he panted. As before he know it, his shirt was pulled over, only for Edwin to be mere inches away from his chest. "Edwin... what are you-" his words cut off as he felt his warm tongue touch against his nipple, as his nipples only responded back by hardening, as well as his crotch as the male continued to tease him through his underwear. A small curse was heard under Rowen breath as he shuddered under Edwins touch.

Edwin could have purred at Rowen melted under his mouth and hands, submitting if somewhat reluctantly to Edwin's touch and let him keep going. It seemed like Rowen didn't have much experience with this, or maybe none if he'd never been with only been with men or if he was a virgin. "I'm making you feel good," he murmured against the other man's chest when he was asked what he was doing.

"What do you want Rowen?" He asked softly, kissing up to Rowen's neck, gently biting and sucking a light red mark onto his skin. "How can I make you feel better?" He murmured into Rowen's ear, licking the shell of his ear.

The color of red only darkened at his gave as he heard Edwin's comment. His teeth clenched tightly. Nearly seeing the Jaw muscles shift against his pale thin face. "I-I don't w-want anything Edwin... I need to get home n—." The male's words cut off once more as the warm tongue licked at his ear.

"I—I..." Rowen tried speaking, though his brain was blocked due to this distraction. Indeed he had never been with a man, as well as a virgin. His hands, grasped the sheets tightly as he looked up at Edwin.

That wasn't the answer that Edwin wanted and it pissed him off, he wanted Rowen to shut up about trying to leave! It hurt him and he didn't like it at all! He lost his temper and ended up biting Rowen's neck harder then he intended to with a sound of anger before he got himself back under control and released the other man's neck, taking a deep breath.

"Sorry," He murmured as he kissed the red mark apologetically. "Rowen please don't go," He murmured, pulling back and giving his old friend a pleading look. "I've been alone for a long time, I don't want to be alone anymore. I won't be alone anymore, I won't let you go," He said bluntly. He grabbed Rowen's wrists and pinned him to the bed, gently grinding down against him and kissing him deeply once more, softening his words.

Rowen's eyes widened in surprise as a small yelp of pain was heard from the male. His body jumped, due to instinct. His chest rose and fell quickly as Edwin pulled away from his neck. A shudder sent down his spine as he kissed the red mark, worried he may bite him once more.

Rowen looked up at Edwin with a small shake to his head. "Edwin! I—y-you could find someone e-else I'm sure!" He soon said. Though before he could say anything else, his felt his wrists pinned upon the bed as well as a pair of lips pressing at his. Rowen tried to turn his face away, though a small pleasurable groan was heard between the kiss. Rowen's face only grew a deeper red as he could feel faint pleasure from Edwin's grinding. A small pulse was felt once more between his legs as he tried getting Edwin off, just by raising his hips. As that only made the matters worse.

Edwin didn't understand why Rowen was resisting him so much! There was no way what Edwin was feeling was one sided, it was just impossible, so something else must be going on. Something else was making Rowen reluctant to admit that they were meant to be together, Edwin didn't know what it was yet but he would figure it out eventually and Rowen would come around. He had known this was a possibility really, that was why he'd made sure to have a lock on the outside of the bedroom door. So until Rowen acknowledged what Edwin thought was obvious he would be able to keep the other man contained, he wished he didn't have to do that to the man he loved but he was sure that if he let Rowen go at this point Edwin would never see him again and might even get the cops called on him depending on how upset Rowen was with him.

The moan helped soothe him some at least, Rowen's body knew what was happening and Edwin echoed the soft moan as he ground down against Rowen, feeling his own cock harden in his pants. He would have to let go of Rowen's hands again to take off both their pants and he was worried about it but surely Rowen wouldn't actually do anything? He let go and pulled back enough to yank down Rowen's pants, moving quickly so he wouldn't have to be apart for to long.


A somewhat timid and reserved individual, often caught off guard by Edwin's advances. His physical appearance is characterized by a lean and delicate stature, making him appear vulnerable in certain situations. He's not very experienced in intimate matters, reacting with surprise and confusion to Edwin's actions. Despite his initial resistance, he finds himself physically responding to Edwin, indicating an underlying attraction or curiosity. His reluctance to accept Edwin's offers suggests a practical mindset that values stability over impulsivity.

Rowen's eyes widened in surprise as a small yelp of pain was heard from the male. His body jumped, due to instinct. His chest rose and fell quickly as Edwin pulled away from his neck. A shudder sent down his spine as he kissed the red mark, worried he may bite him once more.

Rowen looked up at Edwin with a small shake to his head. "Edwin! I—y-you could find someone e-else I'm sure!" He soon said. Though before he could say anything else, his felt his wrists pinned upon the bed as well as a pair of lips pressing at his. Rowen tried to turn his face away, though a small pleasurable groan was heard between the kiss. Rowen's face only grew a deeper red as he could feel faint pleasure from Edwin's grinding. A small pulse was felt once more between his legs as he tried getting Edwin off, just by raising his hips. As that only made the matters worse.


A nostalgic and emotional girl, with memories of her past experiences holding significant importance to her. She is also sensitive and curious, as evidenced by her reaction to the text message on Kent's phone. Despite feeling hurt or upset, she tries to maintain a friendly atmosphere and not let her emotions get the best of her. This suggests that she values harmony in relationships and wants to avoid unnecessary conflict.

Leah laughed, "Morning." She said back, before getting into his car. "Thank you." She said, before getting in and as he shut it she buckled her seat belt. Leah looked outside the window while they were on their way to the cinema, looking at all the spots in town that had been there forever, memories rushing back to her all at one.

When she saw Kent pulling up at the cinema, she looked over at him and smiled. She could feel her eyes swelling with tears, the last thing she wanted to do was cry but this was just to good to be true. She smiled at him and nodded, "That was torture... My neck was sore for a week from sleeping on your shoulder the whole time..." She said, laughing. "How bad is that, our first real date and I fall asleep..." She said, nudging over at him as she teased him. "It's really sweet you remember this..." She said, nodding as she reached over and squeezed his hand quickly. She wanted to show him that she appreciated how well he was treating her, even after everything that happened.

"Well, come on!" Kent moved quickly, taking off his seatbelt and getting out of the car. Perhaps they were playing something they'd want to see? He walked towards the box office and looked at the text written around the box, just like the old movies would have been. The title of the film and the rating was right next to it. "Citizen Kane, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest... Casablanca... Rome, Open City..." Kent looked to Leah, the movies were even older this time. He smiled at her and took her hand again, pulling her close to him once more. "I don't want your neck hurting for another week, so stay awake this time, alright?" He said, buying a couple of tickets and walking inside to get Leah and himself some popcorn.

Leah jumped out of the car with him, her head was arched high reading the movie titles. Leah laughed and shook her head, "I'm surprised they're still open with all these old movies." She said with a big grin, she squeezed his hand when he grabbed hers. "I won't, I promise..." She said, as they walked inside and stood line to get popcorn. "Casablanca is a great movie..." She said, "I know how much you love chick flicks..." She said with a grin as she nudged his arm with her shoulder. "God, this place hasn't change a bit. It's like deja vu all over again..."

"Hey!" Kent laughed. "That's not nice!" He chuckled and bought popcorn for the both of them. There weren't too many other people, but it was still only the afternoon and so the theater wasn't expecting to be too busy at this point. Before Kent had realized it he was walking Leah to the theater and his arm had moved from holding her hand to being around her waist. He caught himself and pulled away, maybe he'd gotten to comfortable with her already? The questions confused him and he wanted no part in any of this confusion. He did tell Leah that it would be better off if they jut remained friends.

When they got to the theater and took their seats Kent pulled out his phone and placed it on the armrest between them. "I need to go to the men's room, I'll be right back." he said, and walked off. While he was gone his phone, now beside Leah, flashed brightly. A text from Krissy appeared on the screen, this was the second one.

Leah smiled at him, nudging him again with her shoulder as they walked to the theater. She didn't even think about his arm around his waist, it felt so naturally to her. They found a spot in the empty theater as the credits began to roll. When Kent excused himself, she nodded with a smile.

Taking a few pieces of popcorn and popping them in her mouth as she watched the credits, before she noticed the flashing. She saw the name "Krissy." It was familiar to her, then a few seconds later another text came through. Leah thought nothing of it before her curiosity got the best of her, she took his phone and opened it, reading the text... she felt her blood began to boil. She was pissed off. But how could she be? He obviously has a girlfriend, she thought to herself, why else would she be calling him babe? And he was supposed to take her to an 'old-timey' movie and here they were?

She put his phone down when she saw him walk back into the theater. After he took his seat, "Krissy texted you... babe." She said sharply and sarcastically all while she kept her eyes on the screen.

Kent froze solid when Leah spoke. He didn't even bother to sit down. It took him a moment before he finally moved to sit in his chair beside her. He never meant for Leah to take a look at his phone. Kent swallowed a little and then bit his lower lip in thought. Was he truly fucked now? He had no clue.

Kent took his phone and slid it into his pocket. Another thought hit him. Why did he care? Leah and he were friends, nothing more. He wanted to only be her friend now, right? Wasn't that right? he had no idea how he truly, or was it that he didn't want to see the truth? Kent sat still, the movie lost to him, unimportant, just background noise, nothing more.

"Thanks." He said to Leah, however her tone still lingered like a knife in his chest. He shouldn't have touched her, or spoke to her, or even approached her last night. He messed up, and he knew it. "Just um... just ignore her." He said. A second later he knew that was stupid, the words just came out, he wasn't even thinking.

Leah couldn't be mad and she knew very well, but she couldn't help it. How could he be dating somebody and not have told her? Especially when he was supposed to take his girlfriend to the theater for an old movie and her took her?

Leah didn't even look over at Kent, she kept her eyes intently on the screen and ignored his words like air. Excuses, excuses, she thought to herself. How could she ignore it? She felt guilty for even reading it but she was not prepared to see what was to be said in the texts. It was better for her to be quiet, this would give her time to calm down... hopefully. The movie credits ended and the movie began playing.

Kent silently watched, his body tense the entire time. Eventually, as time wore on and he began to get wrapped up in the film, he relaxed. Kent looked at Leah and sighed a little. He'd wait, he'd allow things to play out slowly, let them take their time. It had worked in the past, why not now? He just watched and watched. Then it ended.

The lights went up and he was left, staring at the screen like an idiot. Now was the time, break the tension, it had to be now. "Well! That was... fun." he said, turning to Leah and smiling a little. He didn't say anything for a moment, he just placed his hands on his stomach and looked at her. "I'm a bit... hungry. I know! Denny's is open! Come on, I'm sure the owner will still remember you, you haven't been go that long." Kent chuckled nervously.

Leah stood up when the film ended and followed Kent out. She was biting her tongue, she already felt guilty for looking at his texts, she had no right... but she still couldn't ignore it.

Leah nodded, "Sure, I'm hungry." She said with a small smile, she tried to stay away from making things between the awkward. They made their way out to the parking lot. Leah had walked beside him and again it felt so familiar. The sky was a light blue when out the building and towards the parking lot, a light and simply perfect breeze brushed across them and there she couldn't help but smile, her eyes placed on the back of Kent's head. She was wondering what he was thinking about the whole situation, especially the two of them. She decided to break the silence, "So... who is this girl?" She had asked, she decided the best thing to do was clear the air and those were her intentions exactly.


A thoughtful and caring young man, as shown by his efforts to recreate nostalgic experiences for Leah. He can be a bit nervous at times, especially when faced with potential conflicts in relationships. Additionally, he appears to struggle with being honest about certain aspects of his life, such as his connection with Krissy. Overall, Kent values the bond he shares with Leah but needs to work on open communication to maintain harmony in their relationship.

Kent silently watched, his body tense the entire time. Eventually, as time wore on and he began to get wrapped up in the film, he relaxed. Kent looked at Leah and sighed a little. He'd wait, he'd allow things to play out slowly, let them take their time. It had worked in the past, why not now? He just watched and watched. Then it ended.

The lights went up and he was left, staring at the screen like an idiot. Now was the time, break the tension, it had to be now. "Well! That was... fun." he said, turning to Leah and smiling a little. He didn't say anything for a moment, he just placed his hands on his stomach and looked at her. "I'm a bit... hungry. I know! Denny's is open! Come on, I'm sure the owner will still remember you, you haven't been go that long." Kent chuckled nervously.


A strong and protective individual, willing to risk his life for the sake of Agatha. His courage and resourcefulness are evident in his efforts to provide for her. Despite the toughness he displays, there's a softer side to him that cares deeply for Agatha, which is shown through his actions and decisions. He also possesses a sense of responsibility, demonstrated by his insistence on Agatha's departure after he gets bitten. This suggests an altruistic nature and a strong moral compass. His appearance likely mirrors these traits---rugged, resilient yet with a gentle demeanor towards those he cares about.

Gabe watched over Agatha as she slept, deciding to give her his jacket while he went and patrolled the area to keep warm. Not like he could sleep right now anyway. He had too much on his mind. Like food. Maybe he could scrounge around a bit while he was making his rounds, surprise her with breakfast. The thought of seeing her smile brought one to his face. Even if she was sure to scold him, it'd be worth it for that.

When Agatha thought her life was bad before she didn't know the end of the world would come too. She had dealt already with the end of the world when her brother Alex died, and her parents Amarath and Arthur died. That to her was the end of the world. Little did she know her life would be turned upside down when something happened to people. She thankfully had Gabe, he protected her from everything, and like her he was still a breathing and living human. Not one of them. Those would kill her just to eat her brains and suck whatever they wanted from her.

She missed the home she grew up in, the perfect life, or hell even the shitty apartment with a toilet that overflowed every other day. Leaving her showers not to have a friendly smell with it. She missed that too. She remembered stirring in her sleep, nightmares of the accident seemed to be her life, and even though she was sure if she awoke she would feel the sweat again, she would be cold. When she jumped awake, she looked up at him. "Is it morning?" She said after struggling to blink with the need to see him, even now. Just to remember that this was what she had.

But when she opened her eyes, Gabe wasn't beside her. Although it was almost morning, he had yet to come back since he was still trying his best to find food.

He should have been suspicious when he found a perfectly full vending machine. But it felt like a miracle, and he didn't want to question it. True, it had been behind a locked door, but the glass was cracked from where someone had attempted to break into it. There was only one reason why they would have stopped. The bounty inside was mouth-watering. They could live off just this for weeks. He called himself checking the area beforehand, but he had not checked every corner of the break room. He picked up a broken pipe and started swinging.

That's when he heard the growl, and his blood ran cold. He should have ran right then, but something, the need to defend this bounty perhaps, made him rather stay and fight.

Agatha rubbed her eyes, finding them playing tricks on her as no one was beside her. She stood up, grabbing a few jackets to wrap around her in the awful cold wind and looked around. "Gabe? Are you here?" She was quiet not wanting to alert anyone of their presence. The area they were staying for now was quiet and being alone was not her favorite thing. She absolutely hated it, and everything that happened with it.

"Oh, Gabe," She whispered, waiting for things to happen, but alas nothing was and that was just what seemed to be her life. She went back to where she rested and waited, he had to be returning back to camp soon.

Gabe was overconfident, and this zombie was desperate. It didn't hold back in its attacks, since there was no motive of self preservation in it's mind. It saw red. It saw food, after who knew how long. Possibly years locked down there. And it was that hunger that drove it to fight like none that Gabe had ever encountered before. He thought he had it beat a couple of times, but it just kept on coming. Swing after swing after swing. Now he knew for certain why the door had been locked. But he couldn't come back with nothing. His pride would not let him.

Finally, it stayed down. He sat there for a good five minutes glaring at it until his breathing had returned to normal. He grabbed his backpack, smashed open the machine at last, and filled it completely full.

But the zombie had one last bite left in it. Whether it was reflexive during its death throes or one final lunge out of malice after playing dead, it didn't matter. Teeth sank into the flesh of his leg as he was turned away from it intent on his prize. It was dying, evidenced by the fact that the bite wasn't deep. But it didn't matter. It had drawn blood. He yelled out and used every bit of force in him to break its neck. Then, swearing and bandaging the wound the best he was able, he used the pipe as a cane to hobble back to the building where he'd left Agatha.

He was relieved to see that she hadn't gone anywhere. He threw the backpack down next to her. "Agatha, you need to go. Right now. Where's the gun?" The color was already starting to drain from his face, and his eyes were bloodshot. "I got bit, Agatha." His teeth were clenched, not just from the pain, but the frustration, the rage, that barely kept at bay the despair of losing her and leaving her alone.

Agatha sat there wondering how long he was going to be. She stood and paced, hoping it would cause some blood to flow through her and cause some circulation in her body. She walked and walked until he came and threw the backpack near her, and on the small made-up bed they had. He was yelling and panicking and she noticed the blood on his leg. The way it was a makeshift bandage.

She shook her head when she heard his words. "I can't just leave you." She rushed to his side and opened the bandage to look at the bite, noticing his eyes were looking with veins of blood as if bloodshot. When he spoke she shook her head with everything in her.

"No! I won't leave. I can't." She couldn't be alone, she would die trying. Shaking her head she cupped his face. "Please, don't send me away Gabe. Please. I beg of you." She didn't know what to do, she had no one else if he was gone. "Maybe its just a flesh wound and it won't be that bad." She lied, hoping he would believe her and not force her away.

Gabe shook his head and moved away from her, covering the wound again. "Don't get any blood on you. If I'd had my knife with me I'd have cut it off, but it's too late for that now." Besides, she wasn't likely to have been able to find him. He looked into her eyes. "This isn't the time to be arguing. I already had to walk several blocks to get back. I did something stupid. But I did it for the food. Should be enough for you in there for a month. You'll be fine. But you won't be if you stay here talking to me." He grunted, running his hand through his hair.

"Then again you'll probably be able to outrun me. But I'd still rather have a bullet so I don't hurt anybody. Trust me, Agatha, I don't like this any more than you do. I'm just trying to keep you safe. It's all I can do, so don't take it away from me just because you're upset. Just... just remember everything I taught you and don't do anything stupid like I did. You'll be okay." With a sigh he sat down and leaned his back against the wall. He was trying hard to keep from showing just how much pain he was in, but he couldn't stand anymore, even helped by the pipe. His whole body was hot. He closed his eyes. "If I can I'll watch over you, okay? You know I will. I'll be your angel, Agatha."


A resilient yet emotionally vulnerable 24 years old woman, heavily reliant on Gabe for her survival and companionship. She is deeply affected by the loss of her loved ones and dreads the thought of being alone in this harsh world. Despite the circumstances, she holds onto hope, even when faced with grim realities. Her personality suggests that she is caring and compassionate, especially towards Gabe, and has a strong emotional connection with him. These traits hint at an individual who values relationships deeply and would go to great lengths to maintain them.

Gabe shook his head and moved away from her, covering the wound again. "Don't get any blood on you. If I'd had my knife with me I'd have cut it off, but it's too late for that now." Besides, she wasn't likely to have been able to find him. He looked into her eyes. "This isn't the time to be arguing. I already had to walk several blocks to get back. I did something stupid. But I did it for the food. Should be enough for you in there for a month. You'll be fine. But you won't be if you stay here talking to me." He grunted, running his hand through his hair.

"Then again you'll probably be able to outrun me. But I'd still rather have a bullet so I don't hurt anybody. Trust me, Agatha, I don't like this any more than you do. I'm just trying to keep you safe. It's all I can do, so don't take it away from me just because you're upset. Just... just remember everything I taught you and don't do anything stupid like I did. You'll be okay." With a sigh he sat down and leaned his back against the wall. He was trying hard to keep from showing just how much pain he was in, but he couldn't stand anymore, even helped by the pipe. His whole body was hot. He closed his eyes. "If I can I'll watch over you, okay? You know I will. I'll be your angel, Agatha."

Agatha was shocked about everything going on. The logical part of her knew he was right and she should go away but as he moved, almost scared that she would touch him to get hurt she shook her head. He came all this way to bring her the food, he always was helping her and now she'd be alone. Hearing his mention of being her angel, she found tears streaming down her face as she wiped them eagerly away. "Please... don't make me go just yet. I just... I can't do it. I can't be alone. I've lost everyone and now I have to lose you." She pounded her fists against her knees, shouting, "It isn't fair." She hated that this was happening, she couldn't be alone out there.

"Please... I don't want to..." She whimpered, knowing it was unfair to act this way when he was hurt, but the desperation of being alone ached her. She felt for Gabe and having hurt like this. Doing nothing to deserve such a life. This world was cruel and it kept dealing awful cards.