Page 43 of A Cock and Bull Story

“Yeah, we know,” Jack jokes, hitching a thumb over towards Seven-legs.

“No, we have an even bigger problem on our hands,” Jude parries.

“What?” Theo wonders.

“She's ahuman,” Jude spits, pointing at me.

He says the words like it’s a curse, and I feel it in my soul that being human and knowing about humans that shift in animals isnota good thing. I would be a jumbled mess of even more nerves, except Jude walks up to me, stepping into my personal space.

I’m sooooo not cool with him being in it, at the moment.

Until the man starts taking off his clothes.

With a fluidity that makes me wonder if the Brit is a stripper, Jude deftly pulls off his shirt and jeans. Iliterallyfeel my jaw drop when he yanks down his boxers, next. Arthur, Theo, and Jack don't even seem fazed by what the crazy man is doing.

I'm pretty sure that my tongue is hanging out—and I'm drooling. I sink into a chair behind me because my knees are weak. To be fair, my resolve to abstain from sex might be far weaker, but Jude is definitely testing me.

When I'm around these men, my world flips upside-down—I suppose I could use some dick to make it feel better. I slide from the chair and sink to the floor on my knees, his dick mouth-wateringly close to my mouth. I stick my tongue and take a quick lick.

Jude yanks away and stumbles back, staring at me in astonishment—I stare right back.

Why take out your cock if you don’t want me to suck it?

He answers me nonverbally—by turning into a fucking insect.

I've done a lot of dirty shit in my day—but bestiality isn't one I've ever partaken in.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Something cold and clammy keeps smacking my cheek.

Damn it—did I get drunk and pass out at a sorority party, again?

When I crack open an eye, I see that it's just Arthur. He looks paler than normal.

“Hey, love. Are you ok? You went arse over tit there.”

“My tits are fine,” I mumble, feeling groggy. “What happened?”

Arthur starts to answer before I notice Jude some distance away, standing in the shadows. Everything comes slamming back to me. At least the guy’s human and clothed.

Wait—scratch that—this would be way better if he were still naked.

It’s the only consolation to the fact that he turns into a bug—the fact that I got to see his dick in the process.

Suddenly, I think back to all of our other times together—to our first meeting when I thought it was just a roast.

“Oh, my God! You guys are Animorphs?”

“Shifters,” Jack corrects, mussing his grayish-brown hair with his long fingers. “What did you expect? Thisisshifter's anonymous.”

I throw up my hands as I sit up quickly. Theo is at my back and places a bracing hand against me for support. I scoot away from him.

“I thought this was sexaholics anonymous!” I defend.