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Enjoy! ", "writing": "[center][t]Lying in Lambskin\nPart One; Swim team[/t]\n[/center]\n\nThere are some horrible names given to me by people. Some call me a Hag, or Hel, or on one occasion a 'temptress from the [i]Devil[/i]'. \n\nI mean, sure, they all see how they're wrong in the end - in the case of that last comment, he soon found not only my allure, but also to call me by the correct gender. \n\nI make myself giggle thinking about it. A holy man, of all people, had actually sought me out for my reputation. He thought he could 'cure' me, because aside from feeding the poor, apparently that's what men of the cloth do these days.\n\nWell... he certainly cured my hunger, though not with what I'd call a 'holy spirit'. I seem to remember him calling out to some [i]\"Holy fuck\"[/i] about half way through, but that was lost in all of the moaning, and sweating... no doubt if he were to tell the tale now, he'd include a lot more \"gnashing of teeth\" and that kind of thing. I've never loved a priest. \n\nNah. I've never been one for [i]easy[/i] targets. Those who seek me out are fair game, but I don't really TRY with anybody I know I can have. To catch a bird with wax wings is easy, but catching one from the wild... that's a challenge worthy of note.\n\nThen there's [i]Homer.[/i]\n\nHe's almost the head of the feline swim team at a local university. I like watching him sometimes, from my vantage point up on the roof. His body is so lean and muscular, it almost makes me... \n\nAnyway. \nWith any other boy and especially a lion like him, I could have them trembling on their knees in less than a minute. Homer, though... the first time I made a pass at him, he gave me this look. Like this stupid, dough-eyed \"[i]I don't understand those words[/i]\" look. You know the kind - like when a puppy can't understand why the outside lights go out at night. \n\nThat's not really happened to me before. I'd just walked into the pool area as he was finishing some practice routine or something, and had tested my allure. My cute little lamb tail fritted side to side as I walked, my tight little jeans accentuating my hips, and my robe wrapped into a chest-hight shirt. I took a long glance at his far-too-tight swimming trunks to make sure he saw me looking, and then asked if there was anything I could help him with. \n\nHe said he [i]already had a towel, thanks.[/i] \n\nI was flummoxed. Where do you go from there? You already have a towel? What's that supposed to mean, exactly?\n\nIt struck me so off-guard that I decided to take a dip in the pool to cool off. He didn't even help me out; when I broke the surface, he just shrugged and walked away! From that day on, I knew I'd have my meal with that boy... one way or another. \n\n\n==============================================\n\nExcerpt from Homer's [s]Diary[/s] Swim Log \n\n\n[i]Did fourteen laps after school today. Mr. Coffee's riding my ass on that history assignment, but I can't get enough practice in. That's what my team says, anyway. Maybe if they practiced half as much as I did, I'd not have a problem with Horzen being made the team captain. But y'know, whatever. \n\nA boy came into the glass room today. Asked if I needed anything. I said I already had a towel, then he fell in the pool. Kinda weird, I haven't seen him around school before. Maybe he's new or something. [/i]\n\n\n===============================================\n\nThe next day, I attended one of his classes. It was teaching some kind of past events, so I thought I'd fit in very easily. I wore a better outfit this time, too; a rather light, short skirt, and my best brass neck- and wrist-cuffs. I wasn't informed as to whether this establishment had a rule on coverings, so I left my chest bare. He seemed to take note of that, at least; perhaps it was my effeminate waist. I've always been rather proud of that part of my body. \n\nThough I got into the room and accepted by the leader, both seats next to the boy were taken. I had to settle for one further back, but I found my own ways of getting his attention. He turned to me at one point and asked if I was okay. I replied \"[i]I'd be far better with you...[/i]\" but that seemed to go right above his head. After that I focused on the study book that had been placed on my bench.\n\nThis boy is strange, for sure. He continually acts in odd ways, and nobody else seems to notice. He's clearly ignoring me for a reason, so perhaps he has heard of me. Hmm. \n\nPerhaps a change of tactic is in order.\n\n\n==============================================\n\nExcerpt from Homer's [s]Diary[/s] [s]Swim[/s] School Log\n\n[i]That weird sheep kid came to class today. I didn't know he was meant to be in this class, but Mr. Coffee seemed to know him so whatever. He didn't have a shirt on and was wearing a skirt, which was weird. The whole class was staring at him. \n\nHe sat behind me and kept clearing his throat or something. I asked if he was okay. He just blushed and muttered something under his breath. Still wondering if he's meant to be here. Maybe I should talk to a counselor.\n\nToday's assignment was bullshit. \"Sirens and Death\", another stupid assignment. Coffee kept picking me out of the class to answer questions, the scrote. Hope I can get this one done before the next one is due. \n\nSwim team is meeting up tomorrow in the glass room to discuss workout schedules. Should be entertaining to see how little they've been training in comparison to me. [/i]\n\n\n==============================================\n\n\nOn the third day, I actually got somewhere - although, not in the way I'd have hoped. It was rather... accidental. Oh well, that's irrelevant for now. What matters is that I came across a small group of boys in the pool area after doing some normal exploration that happened to intersect with Homer's path. When I got there, he was there with them, and so naturally I had to interact like a normal student as to not arouse any suspicion. \n\nWell... unless one of those boys was called 'suspicion', my efforts were not in vain. All besides Homer joined me shortly after I got there in the rain room. Fresh, wet bodies just begging for my touch... it reminded me a lot of the old days. Oh well, it's nice to splurge on yourself sometimes - and this time, it was rather literal. At least I wasn't alone in the activity. \n\nCouldn't find the boy afterward. I assume he had gone off somewhere, but I may have lost track of time. \n\n==============================================\n\nExcerpt from Homer's [s]Diary[/s] [s]Swim[/s] [s]School[/s] Log \n\n[i]Holy shit, this kid. \nFirst off, he pervs on me while I work out. I don't mind, I get that from time to time. Then he crashes my class. Again, no biggie, I don't like that class much anyway. Today he followed me to my swim team's meet up and totally disrupted everything. \n\nAt first Al bragging about the 20 hours he'd put into practice that week. I just stood there, trying not to laugh. I was about to explain how I'd doubled that when he showed up. He was in that skirt again, shirtless too. All the guys seemed to just focus on him or something, like they all knew him from ages back. Did this kid used to come here or something?\n\nThey barely spoke to one another, then they were all in the showers. I was wearing street clothes, so I didn't follow them. I came back an hour later to pick up some notes, and the room was still full of steam. I heard... sounds. Noises. Like grunts and groans and stuff. I'm not one to judge, but whoever was in there seemed to be doing a lot more than scrubbing. \n\nHaven't seen any of the guys since. Seriously considering talking to a counselor about this kid. That kind of thing in the showers is just inappropriate. \n\nAssignment is late. I forgot about it because of today's weirdness. I'll get it done tomorrow and hand it in. \n[/i]\n==============================================", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Lying in Lambskin
Part One; Swim team


There are some horrible names given to me by people. Some call me a Hag, or Hel, or on one occasion a 'temptress from the Devil'.

I mean, sure, they all see how they're wrong in the end - in the case of that last comment, he soon found not only my allure, but also to call me by the correct gender.

I make myself giggle thinking about it. A holy man, of all people, had actually sought me out for my reputation. He thought he could 'cure' me, because aside from feeding the poor, apparently that's what men of the cloth do these days.

Well... he certainly cured my hunger, though not with what I'd call a 'holy spirit'. I seem to remember him calling out to some "Holy fuck" about half way through, but that was lost in all of the moaning, and sweating... no doubt if he were to tell the tale now, he'd include a lot more "gnashing of teeth" and that kind of thing. I've never loved a priest.

Nah. I've never been one for easy targets. Those who seek me out are fair game, but I don't really TRY with anybody I know I can have. To catch a bird with wax wings is easy, but catching one from the wild... that's a challenge worthy of note.

Then there's Homer.

He's almost the head of the feline swim team at a local university. I like watching him sometimes, from my vantage point up on the roof. His body is so lean and muscular, it almost makes me...

Anyway.
With any other boy and especially a lion like him, I could have them trembling on their knees in less than a minute. Homer, though... the first time I made a pass at him, he gave me this look. Like this stupid, dough-eyed "I don't understand those words" look. You know the kind - like when a puppy can't understand why the outside lights go out at night.

That's not really happened to me before. I'd just walked into the pool area as he was finishing some practice routine or something, and had tested my allure. My cute little lamb tail fritted side to side as I walked, my tight little jeans accentuating my hips, and my robe wrapped into a chest-hight shirt. I took a long glance at his far-too-tight swimming trunks to make sure he saw me looking, and then asked if there was anything I could help him with.

He said he already had a towel, thanks.

I was flummoxed. Where do you go from there? You already have a towel? What's that supposed to mean, exactly?

It struck me so off-guard that I decided to take a dip in the pool to cool off. He didn't even help me out; when I broke the surface, he just shrugged and walked away! From that day on, I knew I'd have my meal with that boy... one way or another.


==============================================

Excerpt from Homer's Diary Swim Log


Did fourteen laps after school today. Mr. Coffee's riding my ass on that history assignment, but I can't get enough practice in. That's what my team says, anyway. Maybe if they practiced half as much as I did, I'd not have a problem with Horzen being made the team captain. But y'know, whatever.

A boy came into the glass room today. Asked if I needed anything. I said I already had a towel, then he fell in the pool. Kinda weird, I haven't seen him around school before. Maybe he's new or something.


===============================================

The next day, I attended one of his classes. It was teaching some kind of past events, so I thought I'd fit in very easily. I wore a better outfit this time, too; a rather light, short skirt, and my best brass neck- and wrist-cuffs. I wasn't informed as to whether this establishment had a rule on coverings, so I left my chest bare. He seemed to take note of that, at least; perhaps it was my effeminate waist. I've always been rather proud of that part of my body.

Though I got into the room and accepted by the leader, both seats next to the boy were taken. I had to settle for one further back, but I found my own ways of getting his attention. He turned to me at one point and asked if I was okay. I replied "I'd be far better with you..." but that seemed to go right above his head. After that I focused on the study book that had been placed on my bench.

This boy is strange, for sure. He continually acts in odd ways, and nobody else seems to notice. He's clearly ignoring me for a reason, so perhaps he has heard of me. Hmm.

Perhaps a change of tactic is in order.


==============================================

Excerpt from Homer's Diary Swim School Log

That weird sheep kid came to class today. I didn't know he was meant to be in this class, but Mr. Coffee seemed to know him so whatever. He didn't have a shirt on and was wearing a skirt, which was weird. The whole class was staring at him.

He sat behind me and kept clearing his throat or something. I asked if he was okay. He just blushed and muttered something under his breath. Still wondering if he's meant to be here. Maybe I should talk to a counselor.

Today's assignment was bullshit. "Sirens and Death", another stupid assignment. Coffee kept picking me out of the class to answer questions, the scrote. Hope I can get this one done before the next one is due.

Swim team is meeting up tomorrow in the glass room to discuss workout schedules. Should be entertaining to see how little they've been training in comparison to me.


==============================================


On the third day, I actually got somewhere - although, not in the way I'd have hoped. It was rather... accidental. Oh well, that's irrelevant for now. What matters is that I came across a small group of boys in the pool area after doing some normal exploration that happened to intersect with Homer's path. When I got there, he was there with them, and so naturally I had to interact like a normal student as to not arouse any suspicion.

Well... unless one of those boys was called 'suspicion', my efforts were not in vain. All besides Homer joined me shortly after I got there in the rain room. Fresh, wet bodies just begging for my touch... it reminded me a lot of the old days. Oh well, it's nice to splurge on yourself sometimes - and this time, it was rather literal. At least I wasn't alone in the activity.

Couldn't find the boy afterward. I assume he had gone off somewhere, but I may have lost track of time.

==============================================

Excerpt from Homer's Diary Swim School Log

Holy shit, this kid.
First off, he pervs on me while I work out. I don't mind, I get that from time to time. Then he crashes my class. Again, no biggie, I don't like that class much anyway. Today he followed me to my swim team's meet up and totally disrupted everything.

At first Al bragging about the 20 hours he'd put into practice that week. I just stood there, trying not to laugh. I was about to explain how I'd doubled that when he showed up. He was in that skirt again, shirtless too. All the guys seemed to just focus on him or something, like they all knew him from ages back. Did this kid used to come here or something?

They barely spoke to one another, then they were all in the showers. I was wearing street clothes, so I didn't follow them. I came back an hour later to pick up some notes, and the room was still full of steam. I heard... sounds. Noises. Like grunts and groans and stuff. I'm not one to judge, but whoever was in there seemed to be doing a lot more than scrubbing.

Haven't seen any of the guys since. Seriously considering talking to a counselor about this kid. That kind of thing in the showers is just inappropriate.

Assignment is late. I forgot about it because of today's weirdness. I'll get it done tomorrow and hand it in.

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