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by: Spacebabie

Email: LadyAndromeda@smstars.zzn.com

night before he slept with the enemy. Not just sleep, but engage in numerous sexual acts. He

was hit with the remorse as he started to search for his clothing. Clothing, a ripped up shirt

and a makeshift loin cloth. Created because of what happened to him at night. Thanks to

Her. He was going to find a way to reverse this. If not for him then for the others.

The others! He nearly forgot. One minuet he was about to tackle her the next then he knew

she was tackling him in bed. They must still be in the basement. He started to search for them.

He stayed on the first floor and carefully searched through the halls trying to find the door to

the basement, while trying to avoid being detected by the steel clan bots. Walking was

a problem. His feet didn’t hurt but his groin did. How many hours did they go at it?

He finally found the right door. When he opened it he saw the group still in chains and still

asleep.

"Jerry, Marle wake up." He whispered loudly. Gloria stirred first she nearly bolted from her

cot when she saw him.

"Guys," She started poking them. "Matt escaped we can leave now."

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They had received all matter of stares from people as they walked.

"Ya’d think New Yorkers would have gotten used to seeing weirdo’s," Marle said.

"Well we do kind of resemble people from a bondage film," Gloria laughed. "Especially

with these scratch marks on Matt’s back." Matt closed his eyes and tensed up.

"Man the bitch did a number to you," Frank said. "I hate to see what you did to her."

"What I did to her?" Matt asked.

"Yeah how you over powered her and escaped. I bet you mopped the floor with her."

"Yeah, I pretty much beat her up."

They continued in a straight line when Jerry made the announcement that his apartment

wasn’t too far away.

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"Toby," Jerry knocked on the door. "Toby it’s me." The door opened and a young man in his

late twenties opened it.

"Jerry?" Toby asked. "Shit man I was as scared as shit and oh man your back. Where the hell

where you?"

"Easy dude. I’ll explain. Or try to explain, but first we need two things. Food and the phone."

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Matt managed to call Elisa who drove half the group to Wyvern. Toby drove the other half.

"Your own places are not safe," The female detective said. "You will be protected at

Wyvern."

"Isn’t that where those gargoyles live?" Frank asked. Marle smacked him on his head.

"Idiot," She snapped. "What do you think we are?"

"They transformed too?" Elisa asked.

"Every night at sunset," Matt hung his head.

"Like Demona?"

"Exactly."

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Once at the castle Detective Maza explained how she and the clan searched for them.

"We did get held up," She said.

"By what?"

"There was a break in at the midtown museum. It was caused by a group of gargoyles."

"Oh god," Gloria buried her face.

"What’s wrong?" Elisa asked.

"It was us," Jerry said. "We were the ones causing the break in."

"We thought it was a dream," Marle continued. "but we each dreamed it and it was so

vivid."

"She controls our bodies, and now she controls our minds," Frank said. "What is she

going to control next?"

"I need a shower," Was all that Matt said before he ran off.

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He turned the knobs at the same time and the same distance. The water that came out of the

faucet was an evenly blended mix of hot and cold water. He poured a small portion off

shampoo into his hands and massaged it into his scalp. He knew he won’t be able to wash

off the guilt but a warm shower felt good, and besides its been a while since he last bathed. He

scrubbed his chiseled chest and arms while thinking of the night before. What was going on

through his mind and why did he do it. He looked up at the knobs. They were perfectly

symmetrical like her breasts. He thought about those soft azure pillows. They felt like

tomatoes as he had caressed them the night before. He looked down and saw that he

had another erection. He gently yet firmly grabbed the end and held it the same way she did.

His thumb rubbed the tip it a slow matter before he lets his fingers go lax and he slid them

toward the base. He wrapped them around his rig again and stroked down to the tip, then

back up. He repeated the same style of masturbating as Demona did when she gave him the

hand job. He closed his eyes and imagined she was doing it.

He stopped suddenly and turned the hot water knob back off. The icy cold water brought him

back to his senses.

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He returned to the group shivering.

"Are you feeling fine?" Elisa asked.

"Ran out of hot water," Matt replied through chattering teeth.

"We have some good news." His partner beamed. "Xanatos has a mole at Night Stone. He

will find out what we need to know and try to get the cure."

"Thank God," Matt let out a sigh of relief.

"Also Xanatos will be retrieving his stolen robots," She added. "Though unlawful means."

"Of course."

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Dominique stared at the empty basement and frowned.

"My darling let them out," She said. "Doesn’t matter they will return to me, besides I

already have what I need."

She entered a room that has a map of Manhattan and a small brass disc. She held up the disc

and began chanting. The disc glowed and hovered.

"Show me where the remaining quarrymen are," She commanded. Several beams of light,

each thin as dental floss struck different parts of the map.

"Time to go hunting," She said and waited for the first moments of pain that went through

her.

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Goliath flicked off the last piece of stone skin. The rest of the clan was also finishing

waking up. From inside the castle they heard five different roars.

"They finished their transformations," Elisa said. Her gaze returned back to the clan.

"Remember the are going to be racked with guilt."

"I understand," Goliath said as he led the clan inside.

Jerry kept chewing the bottom of his lip and staring down. Gloria held her tail and twisted

the tip in the same matter a nervous second grader would with his shirt when he was called

to answer a question on the chalkboard in front of the whole class. Brooklyn and Lexington

tried to ease her nerves by smiling at her. They also kept looking at Marle. The ice blue

gargoyle posed in a sultry way and raised an eyebrow. The two unmated males’ smiles

grew even larger.

"Were sorry about attacking you last night," Frank said. "Hope we didn’t hurt you."

"We slept it off," Broadway said. Goliath gave him a look.

"What my friend means is that you don’t have to apologize," The lavender leader said.

"We know what Demona is capable of. We are going to search for her now. Hudson you

and Bronx stay with them. Brooklyn, Lexington with me."

"I’ll go with Broadway and Angela," Matt said.

"It’s risky," Goliath said.

"I wasn’t under her spell," The detective said. "I want this to be over with soon."

"Very well," Goliath said.

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Broadway and Angela glided together. Matt was behind. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to

gliding. He just couldn’t look at Angela with out thinking of her mother. Her mother, he had

fucked her mother repeatedly. A new wave of regret washed over him.

"I think I see her," Broadway’s voice broke the tension. He adjusted his wings for the

descend. They landed outside a storage facility. A shadow ran inside.

"It’s her," Matt growled his eyes glowing.

"Relax," Broadway said. The three of them entered. Their eyes and ears were alert. Angela

detected a movement.

"Mother!" Angela shouted and gave chase. They caught with her in front of one of the bins.

"Give it up Demona," Broadway said.

"There is something in here you with find interesting," Demona said as she opened the bin.

Inside were three human squatters.

"Aw fuck they found out," One of them said.

"Mother?" Angela asked.

"These were Quarrymen," Demona said. "I have been searching for the remaining

members. The other three gargoyles didn’t know what to do. Everyone was quite and still for a

second. One of the squatters threw something down on the ground the room filled with smoke.

"After them!" Demona shouted. The squatters split up, So did the gargoyles. Broadway

and Angela chased down one down one direction while Matt and Demona chased down the

other two. They raced side by side on all fours they tracked down their prey like a pair of jungle

cats on a nature special. Demona pounced on one of them. She took his head into her hands

using all her strength snapped his neck.

Matt tackled the other.

"You monsters should all be dead," The former quarryman said.

"Is that a fact?" Matt asked. His eyes illuminated. He grabbed the punk

by the shirt and lifted him off the ground.

"Were you ever a member of the quarrymen?"

"Uh um uh," The man stuttered.

"Hello? Is anybody home in there? Or are you just hard of hearing?" He slammed the punk

into the wall and growled. The man’s pants darkened at the crotch right before a stream of

urine trickled down.

"Were you?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to go to the cops?"

"N-no!"

"Do I have to make you shit your pants?" He watched as the pathetic worm shook his

head. "Good now are you going to the cops?"

"No," His voice was tiny.

"You pathetic waste of humanity! Don’t you know what I can do to you? I can snap your

spine like a pencil, I can rip your fucking throat out. Now," Matt pulled him close and slammed

him back into the wall. "Are you going to the cops?"

"Yes,"

"I can’t hear you."

"I said yes! Aww shit don’t kill me." Matt let out a disgusted grunt as he threw the guy

across the room. He turned to face Demona. She embraced him and pressed her mouth against

his. He kissed her back parting her mouth with his tongue. Her mouth tasted like raspberries.

The only fruit with the perfect amount of sweet and sourness. She folded her wings around him

and pressed him in closer. His hands traveled down her back and caressed her soft round

buttocks. He slid his fingers up and started to undo her loin cloth.

"No not here," She whispered in his ear and grabbed his wrist. "Follow me."

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David Xanatos sat in his favorite chair in his office.

"Greetings Leonard," He said. "Can I offer you anything to drink?"

"Just water would be fine," Said the young clean cut man behind the desk.

"Well Owen you heard the man."

"I’m on my way," Owen left the room.

"Now do you have any good news for me?"

"Yes sir," He reached into his brief case and pulled out a manila envelope which he

handed to Xanatos. The megalomaniac reached inside and pulled out a small pink vial and a

disk.

"What is this."

"The disk explains it. The stuff in the vial is an interesting compound. It was contained in

the gas those robots fired. After inhaled only a few trigger words need to be said to cause the

victim to be under the complete control of the person who said the keywords."

"Fascinating. Is there a cure?"

"The ingredients are mentioned in the disk. I also managed to nab the much needed

ingredients." He pulled out another envelope.

"You have just earned that vacation in the Caribbean."

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The two of them glided while holding hands.

‘Wake up Bluestone,’ He thought. ‘She is just leading you by your dumbstick.’

‘I know, but I want it.’

‘Do you? Don’t forget how you felt this morning.’

‘Yes and I couldn’t stop thinking about her.’

‘Think of the consequences.’

"Is something wrong?" Her voice interrupted his thoughts

"No, well this do-" She interrupted with another kiss. His hard lips softened at the touch

of hers.

"Were almost there," She assured.

She led him to her office. Upon landing she pulled him in with her wings again.

"You have an unique flavor," She said. "I have been wanting to taste the wine from your

drinking horn all day."

"I’ve been think about you all day long as well," He said as she started to kiss him again

Long, warm, and passionate. He imagined her muff slowly getting wet with anticipation. His

hands worked their way to her back as he slowly removed her top. She worked fast as she

removed his clothes. His mouth traveled down her chest to her breasts. His tounge traced

around each of her nipples before he latched on and sucked. To him they were button candy

of woman and he couldn’t get enough.

Demona gentle nibbled on the tips of his ears before letting her tongue slide around his

horns. Her tail was tapping and stroking his erection. She slowly backed him to her

desk As they leaned on it she threw stuff off in a spontaneous sweep. With their mouths still

going at it she hoisted him on top of the desk and climbed on after. Their eyes were already

glowing with interest as she became the azure sheath to his golden sword. Their speed built up

as they tried to out race each other. Her eyes nearly lit up the whole room when she reached the

peak of her orgasm. They continued through the night roaring each other’s names.

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Broadway dropped the goon a few feet from a police car.

"We better go see how Matt and mother are," Angela said. They glided back to the storage

facility. They saw the damage.

"This one is dead," Broadway said. Angela just nodded. "How is the other guy?"

"Unconcious," Angela said. "We better get him to the hospital."

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They held on to each other as they breathed deeply. Demona laid with her back across his

chest. He was gently licking her ear.

"I always wanted to know what it would be like," She said.

"What would be like?"

"Sex on my desk. Do you have any fantasies?"

"Well," He looked into her eyes. "I always wanted to do it like an animal."

"My darling if that’s what you want then that’s what you’ll get." She blew

gently into his ear and stroked his wing membrane. Matt felt his heart rate and body heat rise

as well as his shaft, the tip already starting to dribble. She got on all fours and lowered her

chest while raising her rear end. The end of her tail touched his membrane once more. His eyes

were illuminated as he mounted her. She had been careful not to leave any claw marks on the

table but she couldn’t any more. She dug in with every thriving sensation.

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Frank couldn’t keep his eyes off Marle’s breasts. They kept shaking as she kept dancing.

Jerry and Gloria were in the TV room with Hudson. Gloria was already asleep on the sofa

while Jerry was in a deep conversation with Hudson.

"Frank, get off your ass and dance with me," Marle said.

"I’m not in the mood to dance," Frank said. Marle resumed shaking the groove thing until

someone turned off the radio.

"Hey what the hell?" Marle asked. Owen cleared his throat.

"We have good news," The dull man said. Gloria woke up.

"While we haven’t found a way to change you back to human completely we do have a

cure for the mind control gas."

"Really?" Frank asked. "Where is it?"

"Give me your arm I’ll administer the injections."

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Matt woke up before Demona. He looked down at her naked body. She was beautiful in

both forms. He gave her a kiss. Her green eyes opened.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"Almost nine," he replied.

"We have to get dressed. I have a meeting at nine thirty." She raced to a closet and pulled

out two business suits: A woman’s and a mans. "I always have a few spare suits for myself.

The others, well lets just say we weren’t the first two to have an in office romance darling."

"Why me?" He finally asked as he pulled on the pants.

"What?"

"Why not Jerry or Frank?"

"Jerry is to timid and I don’t care for Frank’s attitude, besides you the only one to adapt."

"Adapt?"

"To being a gargoyle. After last night I am convinced that you have lived your life as a

gargoyle trapped in a human body."

"Why all three robots?"

"You get right to it don’t you?" She asked as she applied her lipstick. "The first bot

was used to blind, and prepare the body for the serum. It also contains a camcorder to

show me who I have gotten, as well as the bee that contains the serum. The bee was to

administer the serum it was also to return to me to let the third bot know where you live.

Well since I already knew who you are I just had to do a little hacking to find your address."

"The third robot."

"The third delivers the gas that allows me to control the mind of the person who inhaled it,

but I never had to use it on you."

"Are there any cures?"

"To the gas yes, stop by later and I’ll make it for you, but to the serum no there isn’t. Your

like this forever." Matt nodded his head as he took in all the information. He turned to leave.

Dominique buzzed for her secretary.

"Mary Anne call a cab for detective Bluestone," She ordered.

"Yes ma’am."

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Matt caught up with Elisa at Wyvern.

"I have good news and bad news," He started.

"I have good news too, We have the cure for the mind control gas."

"You already do?" He asked. "That’s great. I was going to tell you that."

"But the bad news?"

"There is no cure for our transformations."

"Oh Matt," She hugged him.

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Later that evening Detectives Maza and Bluestone stood in Chavez’s office. She refused

every explanation why he needed to quit the force. Finally he had to show his boss his night

affliction.

"This happens every night?" Chavez asked.

"Every night," They both replied.

"There is no cure?"

"No cure."

"I understand how you might feel Bluestone, but I can’t let you go. Even with your new

form."

"Your putting us on day time patrol?" Elisa asked.

"You be switching time schedules, but I need you both on for tonight. This city is

warming up to the ideal of gargoyles protecting them. I want to make sure that they know

we accept them, as long as they carry a badge."

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Day’s later.

Dominique Destine wiped her mouth with toilet paper as she got up from clutching the

toilet. The wave of nausea had ended. She checked her watch. It was time. She stared at

the stick. A small blue plus sign formed. She smiled.

The end?