Authors Note:
So wow! It's been officially a year since I started writing. The whole Home Improver story was really just meant as an experimental 1 shot to see if I could actually write something decent. From that one stupid little story, it blossomed out to many more and I am proud of what the series has become. I really want to thank my readers - you guys are what makes this all worth while! Lastly I would like to say while this seems like the end of the Home Improver series, it's not, but do think of it as a season finale, as I would like to focus on the Connecticut Yankee series for a bit. Now a word from everyone's favorite pencil pusher-
Bob the lawyer: First, I'm not a pencil pusher, I am an accredited, Bar associated attorney at law... now then... names, places and incidents are all purely fictional and used for entertainment purposes only. Any similarities are entirely coincidental and unintended.
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June's Revenge...
It had been well over 3 months since June had been fired from the Home Improver Store. Unprofessionalism in the work place they called it or at least that's what was put down on paper when Angel herself, termed her. It was bitterly ironic to June as how almost every manager and supervisor there was fucking someone else in the store. Yet they said what she did was unprofessional.
Being a part-time cashier, June lived paycheck to paycheck along with supplementing her meager income with 'donations' from her numerous flings and one night stands. With no family to rely on and her primary source of income now gone, she had been kicked out of the small room she had been renting, resorting to living in her car. When it eventually ran out of gas on the road, she was forced to take what little possessions she had with her and leave the now useless auto where it had stalled.
She walked the streets, truly homeless, penniless and loveless. No one cared for her, not one person offered to help her. Not a hello, not even a smile. She stank from not washing for weeks, her clothes were filthy. People avoided looking at her, they crossed the street to evade passing by her. After all, who would want to be near some homeless, dirty Kejourou?
It was perhaps a stroke of luck or even fate, one rainy summer evening, that led her to an old abandoned warehouse at the outer edge of town. Finding a weak point in the chain link fence that surrounded it, June was able to break the wire securing it to the post and squeeze through.
Inside, she discovered it was relatively warm and certainly much drier then some of the places she had been forced to sleep previously. Finding some dusty packing blankets, she was able to make herself a bed in the upper level office, overlooking the vastly empty space below.
That night, June took out from a small, black sack her most prized possession. Passed down from mother to daughter in her family for as long as any could remember.
June stared deeply at the small brightly glowing yellow stone in between her fingers. She could feel the power and heat it emitted just by it's touch. June was tired of being cold and hungry, of being persecuted for what just came natural to her. If those at the store thought they were so righteous, then she would gladly show them what hypocrites they were.
"Mama was too scared to use you," She whispered at it, "Even when they threw things and spitted at her, when they came to our house and dragged her out. Even when they tied her up and set her on fire, she didn't use you, but I will... I'll finally make them all suffer..."
Raising it in the air above her head she dropped the stone into her mouth, swallowing it. Instantly, she could feel it's power and light pierce though her body. Her already long hair growing even longer and stronger. It enveloped her as June began to laugh at all the possibilities. She would have her revenge.
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The beeping of the alarm clock awoke Kurt. 2:30 in the morning, Kurt sighed, no man should be up this early. Looking down he saw his Alp girlfriend, Michelle, sleeping peacefully atop him. A tightness below made him realize that he was still inside her from last nights love making.
After finally beating the Rape Wars: Sex Front II video game she had been playing for a month straight, she celebrated that night by having 5 frantic rounds of sex with him. With every orgasm she had, Michelle would shout, "The Dark-Side will return!" Kurt didn't quite know what to make of her choice of pillow talk, but he chose to ignore it. He really didn't question a lot of the things the 19 year old Alp said or did because they frankly confused the hell out him.
Kurt gently rolled her over to the side, freeing his sizable girth from her small, tight sheath. The coldness on his still wet neither regions made him shiver as he hurried to the bathroom to take a shower.
The opening 5am morning shifts were always the hardest, but he figured at least he would be out early and could spend the rest of the day with Michelle as it was her day off. The hot water helped to clear the morning cob webs from his head as he soaped his massive frame and rinsed. Once dressed, he spared a moment to kiss Michelle on the cheek before grabbing his lunch from the fridge as he made his way out the door to his truck.
Walking to the dimly lit car port, Kurt reached his old faithful blue pick up and unlocked it with the remote. He paused as something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. True, the sun still wasn't up and it was quite dark out but it seemed darker than usual. Perhaps it was because one of the car port lights was out?
Peering out into the blackness, it seemed to swirl and dance hypnotically before midnight black ropes of hair shot out to capture him. They covered his mouth and bound him so firmly that not even his massive strength could break their hold. Struggling, he found himself constricted to the point where he couldn't breathe. After a ragged few minutes of thrashing about, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as the sound of keys hitting the pavement from his unconscious fingers was the only evidence he had ever been there.
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"Do you think we have time for one more round?" Edward asked as he came inside his wife and supervisor, Karem, for the fifth time that morning.
"As much as I want to, you gotta get ready for work, mister. I want my department looking perfect when I get in later." She said as she remained on all fours in front of him, enjoying the feeling of her husbands cum stuffing the insides of her pregnant body.
"Yes boss," He said as he lovingly kissed his way up her back to the nape her neck.
Shuddering in pleasure, Karem instinctively grinded her pussy back against him as she felt his cock hardening once more inside her.
"Fuck, alright let's do it one more time... But you probably won't be able to take a shower." She said huskily as she began to thrust herself back and forth on his rod again.
"That means I'll be smelling like you all day." He teased as he grabbed her swollen breasts and pulled her up for a side ways kiss.
"I can live with that." Karem mumbled lustfully to him as small tendrils of electricity danced between their bodies.
Letting her fall back onto to her hand and knees, Edward grabbed her hips and began to fuck her in a frenzied state as he jack hammered his dick into her. He was eager to fill his wife with more jizz. After all, their Hakutaku Obstetrician said that a healthy Mamono pregnancy depended on excessive amounts of sex and semen.
"Ohhhhh fuuuuucccccckkkk!!!" Karem moaned as they came together, him flooding her already overfilled insides with more cream.
Edward let the exhausted Raiju collapse in bed, as he jumped over to the dresser and quickly threw on some clothes. Kissing her passionately before taking off, he promised her more of the same treatment that night.
Checking his phone before going out the door, he saw a text message from his new friend, Matt the DH from Department 69. Damn, he would need to take a quick detour before work...
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On the edge of town there was a mansion atop a hill that overlooked all below it. It was one of many in California that was owned by the Lilim, Druella. While she did prefer the night life of the Bay Area or L.A., the Central Valley still had it's quiet charm.
Being the shrewd businesswoman she was and, most importantly, Mamono royalty, Druella had been slowly buying up local businesses and adjusting them ever so slightly to meet the 'special needs' of Mamono clientele.
In certain cases, she would also buy the most run down apartments in the area and have them charitably renovated for both Human and Mamono in need. Of course all the needed materials would come from her Home Improver Stores. It would in turn provide a tidy profit for her stores and of course a nice tax write off at the end of the year.
It was also conveniently omitted to her renters that all the bedrooms were remotely video monitored. The Lilim found her voyeuristic tendencies nicely fulfilled as she regularly watched her Mamono and even Human renters have sex on a daily basis.
