For Fox Sake (Misfit Shifters Book 2), page 10
One that hopefully involved information, not groaning in the stacks.
“Yeah… information!” Owen added, also not bothering to keep his voice down as we weaved our way through the tables toward the back corner where we had found her last time.
The deeper we moved into the library the darker everything grew. The large overhead chandeliers weren’t lit this time, and it made the shadows longer. The shards of light that seeped in through the grimy windows were making everything worse.
“We want all the sexy information!” Evan was nearly yelling now, his voice carrying through cobwebs and the lone bat that lived in the high arched ceilings.
“I’m sorry, what kind of information do you want?” I hissed, peering down one aisle then another. They were all empty.
“Judging by the screeching echoing through my home, I’d wager you’re in need of information. Sexy information.,” Stacey’s sweet, sassy voice popped up right behind us and we all jumped and turned.
The twins were already grinning ear to ear in preparation, but Stacey was standing still, not a cock to be seen. In fact, she actually looked like a librarian this time, her arms wrapped around a stack of books as she pressed her glasses up her nose with one long, red fingernail.
“Considering who’s asking, however, I would be more than happy to oblige,” she continued quickly, looking from twin to twin with hungry eyes.
“Oh, hell no!” I snapped, stepping toe to toe with the horny bugger, pushing the twins back. “We aren’t here for that. We need answers.”
“Answers? Well, that’s my specialty. Give me a secret and a good fuck and I’ll tell you anything you need.” She leaned forward, shifting the books so they pushed her boobs up. The dark rings of her areolas peeked over the extreme cleavage she was giving herself.
Even the twins shifted uncomfortably.
Ew.
“No thank you, I just need old newspapers. Pretty sure I can find the information myself.”
Stacey blinked and sagged, pulling the books back over her partially exposed breasts before stomping away.
“This way.”
The twins exhaled in tandem, all of us exchanging a look as Stacey walked away, begging us to follow with only the shake of her ass. Which even I had to admit was unnaturally alluring.
Damn.
“I know I shouldn’t want to follow her,” Owen said, following Stacey to whatever dark corner awaited us. “But I want to follow her.”
I almost smacked him upside the head. Instead, I smacked him on the ass and gave him a look.
He wasn’t wrong after all, I wanted to follow her too.
She continued to wag that ass in front of us, swaggering her way through more dusty tables and wide, dark aisles towering with books made of all shades of leather.
The farther into the library we moved, the darker it grew, until Stacey pulled to a stop and clicked on two green table lamps that tinted everything with alien hues.
“I can’t say I come back here very often to research. I have other ways after all. I’m not even sure if this old thing works,” Stacey turned on another light, and pulled a plastic cover off a computer-looking machine.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take me up on my offer? I’m sure for the price of two I could give you all the answers you need.” Her creepy smile stretched back over her face, elongating her features in a way that didn’t seem quite human. She was swinging her hips toward Evan and I nearly pushed him out of the way to face her.
No way in hell was I letting that happen.
“No, we’re good. I’m sure this will be fine,” I told her. My fox prowled within me, waiting for her to walk away. The little animal inside me did not appreciate her grooming my mates for...whatever she did here.
I patted the old machine, half expecting it to power on and reveal the answers we needed or something. Instead, it sent a plume of dust into the air. Stacey gave us all a smile and walked away without a word, her hips shaking as though she had a tail.
Maybe she did. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure what kind of an animal she was, after all.
“Well, this should be fun. Who is going to be the first to ask our magic box the questions?” Owen asked, plopping down on one of the old, wooden chairs to stare at the computer thing.
“It’s not a magic box, it’s microfiche,” Evan provided, opening drawers and pulling down boxes from the shelving unit next to the computer.
“Well, at least one of us knows what to do.” I stepped forward to help before I realized I had no idea what to do and stepped back. Evan opened the first box and sent up a plume of dust like a mini-nuclear explosion. Pixels of dust and god knows what else danced in the light coming through the small rectangular window, looking like a kaleidoscope cloud of glitter.
“Are we sure those things haven’t been used in a litter box or some shit? They stink like rat shit, bat shit, cat shit, and snot, all at the same time. I’m gonna hurl.” Owen covered his mouth and nose from where he was sitting, now with his legs up on the tabletop. “I’m still all for just asking the thing.”
“Old tech, Owen. Although if you would like to try, I’m sure we could all use the laugh.” Evan shrugged one shoulder and joined me at the microfiche machine and the desk that was just as old. I didn’t think the thing had ever been moved.
“How do you work this thing?” I turned a knob on the side of the box, and it groaned so loud I half expected it to fall off.
“Think of it as a giant microscope, the slide goes in and you scan through info printed there. In our case newspapers…” He was saying it more like a question, sending up a hurricane of dust as he searched from box to box.
“Yes, from thirty years ago,” I quoted what Charlie had said, trying to piece it together with the tiny bit that I had overheard from Poetry. A house exploding, right next door to the Agile Vagina. I had the where and when, and part of the why, but there were so many other dots that needed connecting.
“Perfect,” Evan said, setting at least five weird-looking slide things in front of me. I had no idea what they were, but he seemed excited. “Cummings Cove isn’t that big of a place. Their newspaper reporters were probably lucky if they could fill up two pages worth of news. This shouldn’t take long.”
“Well, unless they counted every pothole as headline news,” Owen chuckled from behind us just as the machine fired up and the first headline from thirty years ago graced the screen.
'Dog-Sized Pothole puts Cummings in a Jam.'
"Well, will you look at that," Owen chuckled, the chair creaking behind us as he leaned in for a closer look. He wasn't the only one. Evan and I were practically noses to the screen as we scanned the other headlines for the day.
'Mouthful of Meat puts Cummings on the Map.'
'Safe Haven? Fantasies Abound at Big Dicks Cummings Inn.'
"I'm glad this town has always been a little dirty," I giggled as Evan began to scan the machine forward, showing headlines for other days, all of us breaking into bigger fits of laughter.
"Master Bait to Release the Wriggling Demon."
"Local Bunny Shows More Than a Little Tail." That one was completed with what looked like a boudoir shoot featuring the Mayor, or I guess the Mayor's father given the date. Guess the snakes had always lorded over the town.
After about twenty more minutes and dozens of headlines that made me feel like I was about to piss myself, we weren't any closer to finding any information about the explosion. Still, I’d rather look through the film for three days than see gross Stacey mentally undress my twins again.
Fucking cougar.
Not that she was a cougar shifter, but I wasn’t ruling it out.
“What the hell is Kamasutra?" Owen asked, leaning between us to get a better look at the image that Evan was now scrolling through. "Oh...it’s a soup place. There used to be a soup place!” I didn’t know why the hell I was so excited about soup, but I felt a smile rise to my face looking at what Cummings Cove used to be.
It made me even more determined to find out what the fuck was happening.
"Wait! There’s Poetry!” I put my hand over Evan's just as he was about to turn the knob, freezing him in place.
The story was headline news. 'Relationship Specialist ‘Blossoming’ in Cummings Cove.' The picture below it was of the shop, covered in the same painted flowers that still emblazoned her ancient car. Poetry stood in the front with her eyes closed and her hands poised in some kind of prayer. “What the fuck does that sign say?” Evan asked with a chuckle. He already knew what it said. I’d read it too but was too busy basking in the glow of having found something to actually bring it up.
“It says free spankings. God, that woman was always a freak. And I mean that in the most endearing way possible.”
“It’s a good marketing strategy for sure. No wonder she’s stayed in business all these years. The sex industry never dies.”
“Unless you give too many spankings,” I said, shifting in my seat. It had been more than a weak and hearing the word spank made me ache.
Made me wet.
Something the twins could clearly smell as they turned to me with a grin.
“Do you want a spanking?” Evan asked, licking his lips. I doubt he would forget what he had watched about as quickly as I would forget the feeling.
“No,” I swallowed. “I think, with you two, I might be more apt for sweeter things.”
“Sweet like your taste when I eat you out?” Evan leaned in, his hand already trailing up my legs to the tiny shorts that I was well aware gave him quick and easy access to what he was already licking his lips over.
“Mmmm…” I spread my legs, giving him access before a subtle movement at the end of one of the tall aisles caught my attention and I clamped them shut again, trapping Evan’s hand that was nearly to the apex of my thighs. “Not here.”
“Why not?” Owen was right behind me, his hands soft as they moved my hair away, tracing lines over my neck before he kissed me. His soft lips left a line of sparks over my neck and jaw. “You enjoyed the airplane… I think you will enjoy this.”
Owen’s soft voice was convincing, and I spread my legs again, my focus still on the end of the aisle, but there wasn’t anything there.
No movement.
Nothing.
Just me and my twins as Owen’s hands left my shoulders to slide under the wide neckline of my shirt, wiggling their way under the soft cups of my bra to grip my breasts, his fingers immediately pinching and pulling at my nipples.
“Fucking hell,” I mumble gasped, throwing my head back as if that would give him better access to my breasts. He just pinched and pulled harder.
My eyes flashed open just in time to see Evan dodge his way underneath the table, his hand soft on my thighs as he spread me wider, as he pulled the thin fabric that covered my wet desire aside and his mouth covered me.
The wet heat of his tongue lapped over every line, both twins moaning as I began to buck and moan underneath their touch. Owen pinched my nipples, twisting them between his fingers as he leaned down to kiss me. His tongue pressed into my mouth as his brothers dove into my pussy, lapping and tasting me as he moaned, his teeth nipping at my clit.
Owen’s kiss left as his hands did, my nipples begging for me, not that I could take it. Evan’s tongue exploring every inch of my pussy was enough to drive me wild.
“Open,” Owen whispered, the tip of his unsheathed cock pressed against my lips. I did as he demanded, my legs spread to Evan as I sat in the chair, Owen standing right beside me as he pressed his cock into my mouth, one hand cupping my neck as he pressed me into him. The other controlling my nipple and sending me writhing again.
Passion and desire had consumed me. It controlled every part of me as I bucked against them, as I moaned, and I writhed, as I tasted every inch of Owen as he fucked my mouth. In and out. He pressed deeper, my tongue running over the veins of his cock as he pressed against my throat and back again. Evan’s tongue matching the motions. Fucking me. Tasting me.
I was moving closer and closer to climax, and they weren’t slowing down.
“Come for us baby,” Owen whispered, kissing a line over my jaw as he flicked at the nipples that were as swollen as the clit that Evan was sucking.
Sucking.
Pinching.
“Oh god!” I yelled through the cock that filled my mouth. I couldn’t stop it. Just like I couldn’t stop the flood of wet and the raw need to ride every cock in the place. Evan lapped at my orgasm, eating me as Owen came over my tongue, the salt waves of him filling my mouth.
He pulled out as Evan reemerged, his lips as wet as mine.
“I could eat that pussy all day,” Evan whispered, leaning forward to kiss me, the taste of my cunt and his brothers cum swilling between our tongues. “Delicious.”
I sighed and laid back in my chair, heaving as I came down from the heights that the twins were so good at taking me too.
I sat there, staring at the picture of my aunt with her free spankings, thinking that she was onto something with her vagina store.
God, I loved sex. And I loved being made love to. I never wanted it to end. Even when I was as old as my aunt.
Well, not that old.
Even with the free spankings, everything looked the same but Poetry. Her hair was thicker, and the lines of age and wisdom hadn’t taken shape on her face yet. Even her car looked newer. The thing was already painted with vagina flowers as it sat parked beside the building next door.
The building that was still there...
"Hold on a second," I said, leaning forward and sliding on the vinyl chair a bit. “The building is still there, the explosion had to have happened after this. We’re close. Scan forward. It'll be headline news; we just have to find the date..."
Evan began to shift the nob, headline after headline flashing as we looked for something about an explosion, my mind logging away dates so that we didn't miss anything.
February 3rd, 4th, 5th... months and days it went on until, sometime in July, it skipped forward to September.
"Wait, we’re missing something." I stopped Evan, leaning toward the buzzing screen as if it would help me see better. "Go back."
He moved back to July, and then forward to September. Back and forth and back and forth.
"We have to be missing a disk."
"There's nothing here," Owen answered me, already pulling out more cartridges and reading the yellowed labels on the end. That's the only one for that year.
"No, there has to be..."
"Excuse me," Stacey cut in, leaning over the machine with her boobs still hanging out. "We’re closing. Unless you've changed your mind of course."
I rolled my eyes with an exaggerated sigh and stood to drag Evan up with me. At least this time they weren't looking at her, they were still scouring the boxes.
"Okay, we can come back tomorrow." I wasn't about to take her up on her offer, and I had every intention of dragging the truth out of Poetry when we got home.
Although, when we did arrive home, the shop was dark. The only sound was her rattling snore from behind the beaded curtains. Okay, morning then.
The twins were still talking about every possibility as to where those missing months had gone. They considered everything from aliens to government conspiracy as we dragged ourselves up the stairs.
Well, I did. The twins were still wired after our adventure. I was ready to collapse into bed.
Apparently that wasn't going to happen.
"Holy fuck!" I shouted. I had just wandered into a crime scene. Well, a crime scene without blood, thank god.
Our bed was upside down across the room. The futon had been ripped to shreds, and the metal frame was mangled into a pretzel. What little food we had was scattered throughout the place, and cabinets were open like we had a goddamned poltergeist.
"What the hell?" Evan said when he reached our front door. He went full protector as he muscled past me, snarling. "Who would do this?"
"More like what were they looking for?" Owen snarled as loud as his brother, both of them kicking the remains of the mattress as if the fluff was going to turn into a killer rabbit and rip my throat out.
"Looking for? Wait a goddamned minute." I ran to the bed and threw the mattress over and ransacked the comforters and sheets. It didn't matter how hard I looked; I already knew..
Kent’s fucking black book was gone.
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"I thought we weren't supposed to break into any more buildings." Owen chuckled behind me as we skidded into the alley and shifted back into our human forms, our bodies uncoiling in the dark.
"That was before I was made a detective." I gave him a smug
smile and turned toward the two doors that I had busted my way into on more
than one occasion. Somehow, I hadn't actually had to break in, break in, despite
Travis' claims of the opposite.
The twins had broken in once, and the other time Wulf had a key.
What I wouldn't give for that key now... we were going to have to break some glass this time. Who cares? It would serve her right after what she had done to our apartment.
"Plus, after we recover the book that clearly wasn't empty and prove that Becky broke
into our place, Travis might as well promote me to the lead detective on the case." I gave them a grin, but the twins just snickered. We all knew I was full of shit. Me included.
The alley was dark, not a light beaming from either business. The chances of Becky having
brought the book back here were low. At least we could return the favor of destroying her place, just as she had done to us.. Becky hadn't gotten around to changing the name on the back door yet, which still read Kent's Cuts. Although, someone had added the 'N'.
"Welcome to Kent's Cunts," Evan beamed, moving to open the back door like he was our chauffeur.
The door popped open with the slightest touch of the knob, the hinges creaking ominously as it opened to the dark office just behind.
"Damn. I wanted to break that," Owen was still bouncing a large rock in his palm that he had found, looking at the door as though he still might throw it.
