Hallucinations
A Strange wind was blowing over the mountain, bringing with it a ribbon of alien pollen.
It snaked its way through one of the open windows at the back of the lodge, moving through the house, visiting everyone in turn, creating visions and hallucinations.
Zemo
Zemo stood in front of the huge patio windows overlooking the gardens at the back of the house. He was wearing an extravagant jacquard smoking jacket over loose worsted trousers. His shoes were handmade from Milan. He swirled a champagne flute in one hand, the other in his pocket.
He saw a movement in the clouds above.
Were those zeppelins? Where had they come from?
Wait! He could hear gunfire. Hell, no!
Please, no.
Where was James?
And Jamie, and Muzzy? How could he protect them if he didn’t know where they were?
He threw down his glass and turned to run into the house.
Huge kraken-like tentacles erupted from the ground around him, rising up to trap his arms against his sides, crushing his chest until he couldn’t breathe. One pushed its way into his mouth.
He heard a whistling, buzzing sound; getting louder, getting closer.
The missiles ripped through the side of the house, destroying walls, shattering glass. Everything was crumbling around him. Smoke and fire filled his vision.
His head hurt, his eyes became blurry.
He fell to his knees, the tentacles moving with him, but keeping their hold around him. Surprisingly, he found he could breathe, if he took slow, shallow breaths.
God, only once before had he ever felt this helpless, this weak.
Then, stalking through the steam and flame, came a figure. With a recognisable strut. Sub-machine gun in one hand, machete in the other. His left arm was making whirring, clicking noises: cogs and gears rotating in a synchronised display of strength and finesse.
Bucky!
His steampunk soldier. His clockwork companion. His mechanical man.
He felt his heart lift.
He tried to stand. The tentacles pushed him to his feet, then further, lifting him up into the air, unwrapping him in order to stretch out his hands and feet in a crude crucifixion.
Bucky stalked towards him. Stood beneath him and looked up into his face, blue eyes meeting brown. His hair was thick and long, reaching down to his shoulders. He winked and smiled that roguish smile of his.
He threw down his gun with a flourish, and began to hack away at the tentacles constraining Zemo. Blood and flesh splattering in arcs around him, hissing when they hit the floor.
He was balletic. A lethal killing machine with the grace of a dancer.
He tore through the tentacles methodically and as each one was destroyed, Zemo dropped a little closer back to earth.
As Zemo’s feet touched the ground, Bucky stabbed his machete into the penultimate tentacle, twisting it viciously. Zemo felt sure he heard it scream. Then Bucky was pulling out the tentacle from Zemo’s mouth and ripping it apart with his bare hands.
Standing in front of him, triumphant, arms outstretched, each hand holding one half of that last tentacle, still dripping gore and ichor on the floor.
Zemo dropped to his knees before him. Bucky looked down at him, and threw away the tentacle parts.
“Baron Zemo,” he intoned, voice ringing like a bell. With bloodied hands, he started to unbuckle his belt.
There was an almost imperceptible shimmer, and Bucky was naked. Zemo found that he was also naked, still kneeling before him. He dropped his eyes to Bucky’s groin. In place of his dick, was a throbbing tentacle.
Zemo knew what he had to do.
He shuffled forwards and grasped that purple tumescent member. Looking up at Bucky, licking his lips, opening his mouth, brown eyes meeting blue.
Bucky’s face was impassive. His stance solid. Waiting. His hair moving gently, even though there was no breeze.
Zemo took the tentacle into his mouth and started to suck. It was hot and fleshy, the little suction pads sticking to his tongue, interfering with the usually easy glide of wet mouth over smooth shaft.
He persisted, his hands moving round to Bucky’s bum, kneading the soft downy skin; his head moving along his tentacle, which seemed to have less suction pads on it as he continued to suck.
Bucky placed his clockwork hand on Zemo’s head, gripping the back of his neck, gears shifting and grinding, pulling him closer.
“Helmut Zemo,” he said, his voice low and guttural. Zemo felt a change in his mouth, as the tentacle transformed into Bucky’s cock. And Bucky’s hips stuttered against him.
“Zemo,” Bucky said, cogs whirring as his clockwork fingers moved in Zemo’s hair…
The scene shifted again.
Bucky was lying beneath him on the bed. Zemo deep inside him, rocking into him gently. Bucky’s hair was long and thick, spread out on the pillows like a fan. His legs were up and wrapped around Zemo’s hips, his clockwork hand gripping the back of Zemo’s neck, tiny gears grinding and spinning.
Zemo loomed over him, and Bucky raised his head, opening up eyes whose irises were transformed into sliding clockwork mechanisms, shifting silver gears, tiny and perfect.
“Helmut,” Bucky whispered, and his tongue was a thick red tentacle.
Zemo knew what he had to do.
He kissed him, and took that tentacle into his mouth, sucking on it gently, feeling the fleshy pads once again. Bucky moaned into his mouth, cogs whirring softly as his fingers shifted against the back of Zemo’s neck.
Zemo placed his hands by Bucky’s head and fucked him slowly while sucking on his tentacle of a tongue. He watched as Bucky’s eyes fluttered closed. When they re-opened, they were clear of gears, summer sky blue.
Bucky groaned into Zemo’s mouth, pulling his head closer to him, his mechanical hand still clicking as his fingers tightened in his hair.
Zemo sucked, Bucky groaned again, and Zemo felt the change as Bucky’s tentacle reverted into a normal tongue. He released it and Bucky sighed, dropping his head back to the pillows.
He gazed at Zemo, moved his other hand to Zemo’s waist.
“Hel,” he whispered, smiling. And he clenched around his cock.
Zemo rolled his hips, angling himself into his beloved. Bucky’s hair was shorter now, and he was grinning.
“James,” Zemo said, thrusting into him.
“Hel,” said Bucky again, moving with him, his vibranium arm sliding down Zemo’s back to grip his bum and urge him faster. “Cum for me,” he murmured.
And Zemo felt his orgasm building…
***
Bucky
Bucky was standing in the middle of the forest. The trees were close together. The sun was high - he reckoned it was about noon - but hardly any light fell about him. It was cool and green and calm.
He heard a rustle off to his left, and turned to see a young deer daintily picking its way through the undergrowth. It didn’t seem to have noticed him. He stood very still, slowing his breathing.
It was a beautiful creature - all long legs, with dappled spots on its back and sides. It raised its head and looked at him side on. Its eyes were huge and dark, with long sooty lashes. Sideways ears that flicked in his direction.
There was an imperceptible shimmer, and the deer morphed into Zemo. But not Zemo. Deer Zemo. Fawn Zemo.
He had Zemo’s face and body, clothed in a soft cashmere suit of caramel and ochre. But his eyes were huge and dark and limpid. Long sooty lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. Sideways ears, fringed with fine golden hairs that flicked in his direction. Tiny velvet covered antlers jutting from his impeccably groomed hair. He had enlarged freckles on his face, especially over the tops of his cheeks and his nose. He was captivating.
Bucky held out his hand to ZemoDeer, as if asking him to dance, and ZemoDeer smiled seductively, moving closer to him, taking his hand.
“Hello,” he said, in that maddeningly accented voice. Low and husky.
As he touched Bucky’s hand, there was a shimmering again, and he noticed that they were now naked. ZemoDeer was lithely built. Long legs, finely muscled biceps. His dappled spots ran all down his neck and back and sides. Those on his flanks were larger and lighter in colour. His cock was huge, swinging between his thighs.
Bucky was instantly aroused.
“My love,” murmured ZemoDeer, placing his warm hands on Bucky’s chest, and gazing into his eyes. Bucky was hypnotised. He could lose himself in those wide brown eyes. He saw depths and layers and tiny sparkles in the irises.
ZemoDeer stepped closer, moving his hands round to Bucky’s back, and pulling him into his embrace. He smelled intoxicating: musky and leafy. ZemoDeer leaned in to kiss him. His mouth was soft and warm, pressing lightly. Bucky brought his hands up to encircle ZemoDeer’s waist, and he kissed him back, just as gently.
But ZemoDeer’s cock was brushing against Bucky’s thigh, ZemoDeer was inserting his leg in between Bucky’s legs, pressing against Bucky’s dick. Pushing him backwards until he was stopped by the trunk of a tree. Moving his hands up to his neck, threading his fingers through his hair, opening his mouth to him.
Bucky moaned low, and moved his tongue into ZemoDeer’s mouth. Kissing him deeply, possessively.
After a long, long moment ZemoDeer broke off the kiss, cheeks flushed, lips reddened. He smiled.
He turned sideways in Bucky’s arms and presented his tail: short and thick and striped and fluffy. He wiggled his hips against Bucky’s crotch and whispered seductively “Fuck me, handsome.”
Bucky’s body seemed to move of its own accord.
He flipped ZemoDeer round so he was facing the tree, pushing him up against it. ZemoDeer placed his hands on the bark, opened his legs and raised his tail.
Bucky grabbed his hips, lined himself up and slid his cock effortlessly into ZemoDeer’s slick wet wanton hole.
Oh, God, he felt so good. So warm. So tight.
“Aaah…” moaned ZemoDeer, low and guttural. “Fuuu-uuuck. You’re huge.” He clenched around him, pushing back. “Oh… fuu-uuck. Fuck me.”
“I intend to, Doll,” growled Bucky, immediately setting up a fast, hard rhythm. He gripped ZemoDeer’s hips painfully as he slammed into him. He couldn’t control himself. His fingers left huge red welts on ZemoDeer’s soft skin. He bucked into him with no finesse. No finesse at all.
“Take it, Doll. Take it all.”
“Oh… aaaah… nnnng,” was all ZemoDeer could manage as Bucky pounded into him, his hips a blur, his thrusts powerful and deep.
ZemoDeer’s feet left the ground as Bucky held him up to fuck into him, only his hands on the tree bark giving him some balance, his head down, his back rounded.
Bucky jerked him up and down his cock like a rag doll.
He kept up the ferocious pace until he could see ZemoDeer’s cock pumping out thick ropes of white fluid, slapping into him until he was no longer ejaculating. He couldn’t hear what he was saying, or moaning, he just kept fucking.
And then his cock was growing thicker with every thrust, until it had doubled, tripled in girth. And finally, he was stuttering into ZemoDeer’s ravaged hole, shooting out gallons of cum, more than any of the ‘Cats. He fought to keep himself rammed up inside ZemoDeer as he came, his spunk flooding ZemoDeer’s insides, so much so that it was squelching out around his thick throbbing cock, and dribbling onto the grass.
He pulled out, stepped back and let ZemoDeer drop to his feet. ZemoDeer’s hole was so red and puffy, large and gaping, and dribbling a veritable river of jizz.
ZemoDeer flicked his tail, shook his hips, scattering globs of spunk all over the place. He brought his hands up to run his fingers through his hair, to tidy the wayward locks. He smiled over at Bucky, and then looked down at Bucky’s cock. His mouth formed into an O, and he brought his hands up to his cheeks, kicking up one foot backwards, pointing his toes.
“Is that for me?” he asked.
Bucky looked down. His cock was still growing. It was the size of a baseball bat, then the size of a missile. It stood straight out from his groin, not affecting his balance in any way. It was huge and throbbing and before his eyes it grew to the size of a cannon.
ZemoDeer fluttered his eye lashes and threw one long leg over Bucky’s cockcannon, mounting it like a horse. He was facing Bucky, but Bucky hardly felt his weight. He was as light as a feather on his cannon of a cock.
ZemoDeer scooched forward until he was close enough to hug Bucky. He left a shiny trail of cum behind him. He threw his arms around Bucky, kissing his cheeks and nose and mouth. His legs gripped Bucky’s cock, and he gyrated himself deliciously upon it.
ZemoDeer nibbled on Bucky’s ear, rubbing his own dick up against Bucky’s belly. “Cum for me, darling,” he whispered.
And Bucky did, jizz shooting out of his gargantuan cock like a fire hose.
ZemoDeer looked over his shoulder at the fountain of semen issuing from Bucky and smiled approvingly.
“That’s it, my Angel. That’s quite perfect. Don’t stop.”
And Bucky found he couldn’t. ZemoDeer snuggled against his cheek, purring.
He held on to ZemoDeer’s waist, turning slowly in a circle, while his cum painted the world white.
***
BuckyCat
BuckyCat was elfin, sporting huge dragonfly wings. The tip of his tail was a tulip, scattering heady intoxicating pollen dust as it swished.
He could hear the most marvellous music. It called to him.
He wandered through the house and out into the forest. The music was coming from the lake.
His mosaic multicoloured dragonfly wings whirred softly as he lifted from the ground and flew in that direction. He liked flying: the wind in his long lustrous hair, bringing him the smells from the forest below.
He had the sun on his face as he flew leisurely across the treetops. There was no rush.
He emerged from the forest onto the seashore. He wasn’t surprised. The sea had always been here.
Sitting on a rock on the shoreline, the tip of his beautiful golden tail flipping lazily in the surf, was a merman. The music was coming from him.
As BuckyCat alighted on the shore, he saw that it was ZemoCat. Muzzy as a merman. He had long auburn hair, curling around his shoulders. His skin was glistening with glitter, his spots gold and amber and topaz on his tawny skin. His snake-hipped fish tail was long and muscular, a dazzling gold in colour, with fine transparent fins running the length of it, and a luxurious bifurcated end fin.
He was singing, low and melodic, a haunting siren song that got inside BuckyCat’s brain and pulled him closer.
Muzzy turned to BuckyCat as he neared, and smiled seductively, even while he was still singing. His teeth were needle-fine and sharp, filling his mouth.
He held out his slim toned arms to BuckyCat.
BuckyCat moved closer. The song was hypnotic. He couldn’t think straight. He was caught by ZemoCat’s eyes: huge, honey-coloured irises, dark limpid pupils. He seemed to be falling into their depths. They were all he could see, as ZemoCat reached for him and enfolded him in his loving embrace.
ZemoCat’s skin was cool and refreshing. But something was wrong. Muzzy wasn’t cuddling him; wasn’t kissing him. Instead, he was moving his hands round to BuckyCat’s back, taking hold of his iridescent wings.
The song grew discordant, and ZemoCat ripped Jamie’s wings off with a vicious snap. He pushed BuckyCat away so forcefully that Jamie landed on his bum in the sand.
The song stopped. It was eerily quiet.
BuckyCat looked up to see ZemoCat stuffing his wings - his wings - into his mouth. He chewed on the fine glass-like membranes, eyes closing with pleasure, the wings disappearing into his mouth until they were all gone. He licked his lips, opened his eyes.
“Yummy,” he purred, rubbing his tummy.
BuckyCat was incandescent with rage. He leapt to his feet.
“Fuck you!” he cried, running up to ZemoCat , and pushing him off the rock and into the sand. “What the fuck have you done?”
He dragged ZemoCat away from the surf, pleased to see him floundering.
Muzzy opened his mouth and began to sing, but didn’t seem to affect BuckyCat any longer.
BuckyCat dropped by ZemoCat’s side and ripped out handfuls of his tail, stuffing them in his mouth and feasting on the fishy flesh.
“See how you like it,” he said, between mouthfuls, blood and scales dripping down his chin.
Muzzy propped himself up on his hands and sang frantically, but his melody was warbling, and big turquoise tears were rolling down his cheeks.
BuckyCat didn’t care. He wiped his hands on the sand and grabbed ZemoCat’s hips, ripping his tail right off him, leaving just his upper body.
ZemoCat stopped singing. Stopped crying. His face became sad and serious. His head and shoulders detached from his body and rose up, trailing his spine beneath him like a tail, or the end of a kite. He looked for all the world like the Borg Queen, or some sort of mutant pennangalan, hovering over the sand, watching BuckyCat put his feet inside the fishtail.
BuckyCat shimmied into the tail he had just ripped off like it was a tight pair of jeans. The gaps filled in and it was whole and bright and shining again.
BuckyCat stuck his tongue out at Muzzy, and slipped into the sea. The water was cool and green and clear as glass. He flipped his tail, and found that moving through the ocean was just like flying.
***
ZemoCat
ZemoCat was in a clearing in the forest, surrounded by trees. It was almost twilight, dusky shadows pooling in the undergrowth. He heard a rustle in the bushes to his right, and Bucky emerged onto the grass.
Bucky, but not Bucky. This was a werewolf Bucky. Larger than normal, covered in short black hair, shaggy hackles rising from muscular shoulders. His vibranium arm was black and silver, tipped with wicked silver claws.
He stalked towards Muzzy, eyes shining liquid silver in the half light, mouth half open to reveal sharp white canines.
“Little cat,” he growled.
As he closed the gap between them, Muzzy noticed that his pupils were oval shaped.
Muzzy shivered, and only then noticed that they were both naked.
His eyes dropped to BuckyWolf’s crotch. A swollen fur-covered cock hung between his legs, reaching almost half way down his long muscular thighs. Muzzy gulped. His hole twitched, his own cock thickening.
“Oh, yes,” he purred.
“Oh, yes?” growled BuckyWolf.
Muzzy reached for BuckyWolf’s dick, sliding back the soft furry foreskin to reveal a hot fuchsia prick, already dribbling pre.
“You want this?” asked BuckyWolf, crowding ZemoCat, pushing him back against a tree, ZemoCat holding on to his swinging dick.
“Mmmmm. Please,” said ZemoCat, licking his lips, his eyes shining.
Before ZemoCat could react, BuckyWolf spun him around and pressed him up against the tree, his stomach flush against the bark.
“Little cat,” growled BuckyWolf, placing one sharp tipped hand on his upper back to hold him in place, while his vibranium hand stroked down his waist and along his buttocks, sliding fingers into his hole.
ZemoCat squirmed and pushed out his bum, raising his tail.
“Fu-,” he began, but BuckyWolf pressed his face into the tree bark.
“Shhhh, little cat. You talk too much.”
He kept one hand smooching ZemoCat’s face into the tree, while the other grasped his own cock and pushed it into Muzzy.
“Oh… Oh…” moaned Muzzy, as he was filled, BuckyWolf sliding his huge cock right in and upto the back. Muzzy sank his talons into the tree bark as BuckyWolf started to fuck him.
BuckyWolf held onto Muzzy’s hips and fucked into him fast and hard, head down, hips blurring.
It was all Muzzy could do to keep himself upright as the Wolf pounded into him. He gave himself up to it. It was glorious. And soon, he was cumming, spraying huge amounts of hot salty catcum onto the tree bark and the grass below.
“Good boy,” growled out BuckyWolf, stuttering into him, filling his arse with thick wolfcum. “Good kitty.”
He stayed rammed up inside him for a few seconds, and then pulled out, leaving ZemoCat feeling bereft.
“Let’s see what you taste like,” said the Wolf, dropping to his knees, pulling ZemoCat’s hips out further and sinking his face between ZemoCat’s cheeks.
“Oh…” gasped ZemoCat as BuckyWolf began to suck at his gaping hole, noisily slurping out his own cum.
He rose and wiped a furry hand across his mouth, ZemoCat craning his neck around to watch him.
“More?” asked BuckyWolf.
Muzzy nodded.
BuckyWolf pulled ZemoCat towards him and pushed him to the ground. He spread ZemoCat’s legs and knelt between them. Muzzy lifted his knees and planted his feet on the floor. BuckyWolf reached for Muzzy’s cock.
“Little cat,” he whispered, moving his hand up and down Muzzy’s cock. Muzzy’s hips bucked. “Oh, I think you need much more, little kitty. Little kitty cat,” he said, grinning. And he ripped off Muzzy’s cock to leave him flat like a Ken doll.
Muzzy was too shocked to react, and just watched as BuckyWolf placed Muzzy’s cock next to his own and it attached itself to his groin, morphing into a twin to BuckyWolf’s own fine prick.
“Two for the price of one,” laughed BuckyWolf, spreading Muzzy’s cheeks and manhandling both dicks into ZemoCat’s hole.
And it was fantastic! Muzzy felt filled and stretched around both pricks, and when BuckyWolf started to move, he threw his hands above his head, pushing against the tree trunk to push back at the Wolf.
BuckyWolf set up a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, his balls slapping right up against ZemoCat’s ass every time. Muzzy lifted his legs and let the Wolf slam into him. To his amazement, he felt his cock reforming, a little bigger with every stroke. BuckyWolf jack-knifed into him, shooting a double load of spunk into his arse.
He pulled out, and lifted ZemoCat’s hips to his face. “Little cat,” he murmured, as he sucked at his dripping hole, “Let’s see what you and I taste like together.” And he noisily slurped out his double load of jizz, licking in and around Muzzy’s puffy ring.
He looked up, sighting down ZemoCat’s body, dropping Muzzy’s hips back down to the grass, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.
“Well, look who’s back,” he growled, reaching down to fondle Muzzy’s newly formed cock.
“Fancy a threesome?”
He ripped off ZemoCat’s freshly formed cock and planted it next to his own, to make a nest of three splendid hanging dicks, hard and throbbing.
ZemoCat scrambled up and back, grinning ferally. “Oh, yes,” he whispered. “I’m not finished yet,” and he pushed BuckyWolf down on his back.
“You little pervert,” growled BuckyWolf, grinning back, flinging his arms out to the side.
“Indeed I am,” said ZemoCat, climbing up his body, straddling his hips and cramming himself onto all three fat cocks.
Oh, he was full to bursting, stretched totally around those three thick Wolf dicks. He gingerly moved up and down at first, but then bounced faster, and faster, putting his hands on BuckyWolf’s phenomenal chest for balance as he rode that trio of cocks.
Again, he felt his own penis regrowing, getting bigger with every jouncing movement. BuckyWolf stuttered beneath him, spilling huge amounts of his seed in his ass. Muzzy’s cock was full grown and ripe, and he felt his orgasm building, rippling through him. Seconds before he came, BuckyWolf grabbed Muzzy’s cock, aimed it at his open mouth, and swallowed every fat juicy rope of Muzzy’s cum as Muzz ejaculated royally into him.
Muzzy collapsed onto BuckyWolf’s chest, still full of cock. BuckyWolf idly stroked up and down his back with his vibranium arm.
He moved his hand up to the back of ZemoCat’s neck and gripped tightly. He turned his head to whisper in his ear.
“Little cat. Little cat. I think I know what you need.”
He pulled ZemoCat from him and flipped him onto his back. Muzzy flung his arms out for balance. BuckyWolf loomed over him, his legs outside ZemoCat’s legs.
ZemoCat watched in amazement as BuckyWolf started to grow and change, enlarging himself and morphing into a huge black dragon. The size of a small house. His balls were as big as a beanbag. But his cock…
His cock was colossal. Stretching out over ZemoCat’s stomach and chest like a tree trunk. The weight of it pressed him into the ground. It was hot and pink and ridged with thick veins. The tip trembled under his chin, oozing clear pre that smelled divine. It dribbled out of the slit, and Muzzy moved his head to lick it up, wrapping his arms and legs around the whole length of that mighty dragoncock.
BuckyDragon pushed his balls up against ZemoCat’s bum, spreading his cheeks, while pushing his immense dick down onto his body. Muzzy squeezed his arms and legs around it more tightly, licking at the top, flicking his tongue inside the slit.
“Little cat,” rumbled BuckyDragon, sending tremors all through Muzzy’s body. “Little cat. You tickle.”
ZemoCat bit the tip of BuckyDragon’s cock, using his teeth to draw blood, and then pushed it downwards, spreading his legs wide and moving it to his hole. When the head popped in, he couldn’t breathe. When the shaft moved in, he squealed. When BuckyDragon leaned forward to slide his length fully in, ZemoCat yelped and gasped, squirming around it. He placed his hands on BuckyDragon’s underbelly, feeling the impossible girth push through him.
Full to the brim, cock maxxed up to his throat, he dissolved into bliss around it, turning into sparkling motes of light, drifting away into the dusk.
***