Thursday, October 9, 2014

Mundane Magic: Bushes and Cat Ladies 5

She never saw Rusty do any chores about the farm. Matilda Mae had worried with the passing of her Nana that he would seek employment elsewhere.

There wasn't much to the family farm if there ever was. She kept a vegetable garden for herself with cabbage, peas, tomatoes, carrots and the like for her vegetarian diet but nothing of industrial yield. There was the main house, a four bedroom affair made of brick with the classic screened in porch in the front. There was the barn in the back which wasn't too far from the stalls where her one cow, Clarabell and her nanny goat, Ulga used. There were acres of land not be utilized anymore since they stopped keeping horses. Since it was just her now, they had even scaled back on the animals they kept.

Rusty hadn't slacked off in his chores though. While Nana was being put in her grave at New Symrna, the farm and the house was kept even though many said he was at the funeral...

 She tried leaving notes and food to coax him out so she could talk to him. A post it here. Some cookies with a cold glass of milk.

Though the cookies were ate and the milk drunk, she had gotten no reply from Rusty. Things went as usual. The harder chores were done, leaving Matilda Mae to maintain the bills. Oddly enough, none of that included actually paying Rusty anything; it never occurred to her to do so, though she found that she was baking more extravagant sweets for him these days.

It was a good thing Rusty was there that night. With the weather being as awful as it was, she'd hate to think Ulga, Clarabell, and even Mr. Leroy her ornery rooster would be left out in it. Clarabell didn't like getting wet and Mr. Leroy was terrified of loud noises.

Her minivan rattled up the gravel driveway as rain and hail pelted her windows. There was talk on the radio about flood warnings in Volusia, Brevard, and Orange county. A tropical storm had appeared in land out of nowhere. No one could explain how. It made her sick inside knowing the cause of it.

Milly. That was what she thought about as she got inside. The house was at the perfect temperature. No doubt Rusty's doing. This might have made her physically feel better, her mind was still uneasy.

Three lives had been brutally sacrificed to make that sad creature. Equivalent exchange, she remembered Cricket's reedy voice, is the bones of magic. But that was equivalent. That monster that had Milly made wasn't punished for it. The humiliations she made her utter...

Matilda Mae realized she had summoned Witchfinger again, gripping it like she wanted to swing it at someones head and Jojo was yipping at her legs.

She blinked at the little beige chihuahua like she was seeing him for the first time. He yipped, putting his paws on her wet jeans, wagging his tail as if to get her attention. But why would he want that? She bent down, leaning on the wooden bat. His barks sounds like they were coming through water, slow and distorted and then-

"-whatswrongwhatswrongwhatswrong?!" Matilda reeled back as her ears popped. Jojo's barks. His stance. His very movements were communication she realized. Cats must not speak not like dogs do she gathered. "Wait." Said Jojo quietly cocking his head.

"Huh?" She replied dumbly. Jojo got on all fours and walked slowly in front of her, his paws clicking on the linoleum floor. The manner was strangely sentient. He sat down on his rump and turned his doe black eyes towards her.

"You can understand me." His voice sounded...Mexican. Matilda sincerely wanted to know why at that moment but her dog was talking. "Yes?" The yes came out like jess.


"Thank you." His lips didn't move but he had a voice. Was he barking still, she wondered, and it was just translating into English? Matilda considered if all of the noise and jumping around was the equivalent of a dog yelling at a deaf person. Was that why Jojo was so hyper? Did he just want to talk and she wasn't listening?

"For-for what?"

"For not making my balls disappear." His tongue lolled out his mouth. It looked like a smile. "You know how many dogs I know that ain't got none? That's some treacherous shit you humans do man. Taking a dog's balls..." He whimpered. "It's twisted Mattie Mae. What a dog do to deserve that shit? Bad enough we got collars."

"You can talk." Tears welled in her eyes. "I'd never do to you what she did Jojo." She sniffed to try to hold the flood back and failed. Milly's face just wouldn't go away. "I'm just happy you're here, you hear me?" Matilda was full on sobbing now.

"Hey, hey, hey chica." Jojo wagged his tail, whimpering in just that special way when he wanted to be picked up. She scooped him without thinking. Witchfinger was wound about her wrist again. " I knew something was wrong when your eyes went strange."

"Strange? 'Cause I was crying?" Matilda instantly felt better with Jojo's little furry body nuzzled against hers. He, like pretty much every animal in her life, had been kind to her beyond words.That's why she couldn't eat them.

That's why she hated Irma Jean Hurley. "Yeah. Like that." He whimpered again. His ears back and flat against his skull. "You scare me when you're angry like that. Looks like you tear up everything man."

Matilda flopped down on Nana's sofa, she couldn't think of it as anything but after all these years, a checkered affair that was probably older than her. It always felt calm to her. Maybe because of the way it smelled, like her childhood and hard farm work. Of soil and of sweat. No matter how much she cleaned the cushions or shampooed it, that scent never went away. She thought to click on the television but how could she with the world as fractured as it was?

That was no longer her domain. The irrational was rational for her now. The idiot box would do her no good anymore, if it ever did. "Do you know anything about magic?"

As soon as she asked she regretted it. What would Jojo-"Lil bit." She was scratching behind his ear. "Rusty teaches me what he can but the cow and the goat know tons more. Leroy don't bother with it if he can help it. Too much shit he says."

"Clarabell and Ulga know about magic? Since when? Where was I?" Matilda wasn't aware that a chihuahua could look at her like she was stupid.

Which bothered her more since it looked familiar. "And waitaminute, what does Rusty know about magic?" The hail had taken over where the rain left off, peppering the house. Jojo whimpered, trying his best to hide from the noise. "I've never even seen Rusty."

"Really?!" Jojo yelled.

"Why are yelling?"

"I can hardly hear you over all this noise!!" He was physically barking yet only words came out. "But yeah man, Rusty knows a bit about it!"

"How can I find him?"

"Just summon him!!" He angled his head towards the coffee table. "Put out a piece of cake or something and some baloney!!"

"Rusty doesn't eat baloney."

"I know!! The baloney is for me!"


Matilda didn't know if it was a good thing to give Jojo baloney so instead of the the three he usually got, she laid one piece on the floor.

To which he whimpered of course and thus he got an extra one.

She had always put food out for Rusty in one of two places; the dining room table with the plates that were never moved or the coffee table which was for everything.

Since it was a special occasion, Matilda went with the dining room. The hail had stopped for the time being so Jojo was up to trotting about without fear. The night seemed darker than most, the sky moonless, and the wind howling in unknown agony.

And yet she sat the piece of lemon cake that she knew to be Rusty's favorite down as if it might be Christmas. Like she was going to see Santa come down the chimney. There was-dare she say it-a joy in her that she could not explain it. Matilda felt giddy like she had aged seventeen years in that moment.

"You feel it don't you?" Jojo's tail wagged so fast she though he might lift off. He was barking physically, running around in circles. "He's gonna come out again! Hurry and light the candles!"

And why was she getting candles she wondered? It was storming outside. She had lights she could turn on. There was Milly. She had been angry and scared and....

And who cared? Rusty was going to appear! She got three candles from out the cupboard, all white wax and sat them around the cake so that they made a triangle. Matilda struck a match ( and why hadn't she used the Zippo in her pocket? ) lighting one after the other before snuffing it out.

Everything got quiet. Even Jojo was hushed.

The shadows cast by the candles began to waver yet the flames did not flicker. They looked like animals one minute then men the next. The animals and men had tools. They worked and tired, singed and danced, feasted and made merry.

It was slow at first but it steadily grew in tempo. The music grew louder. The shadows moved about her, laughing and making animal noises that seemed separate and one at the once. Jojo had long since joined in, his barks and yelps blending with the inhuman voices.

"What am I seeing?" Matilda whispered in awe and fear.

"Me." Said and old scratchy voice between mouthfuls of cake. "Just me. Rusty. The Groundskeeper."

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Mith Short Stories: Moonwalk 3

Howmani had been awake at least three minutes by his count but he didn't open his eyes. He kept his breathing shallow and his lips partially open to mimic being knocked out. The way Grandpa explained it, a Magi didn't whisper information that the user themselves hadn't somehow picked up. If what he said was true, then neither Nick nor Tumani would know he had awakened.

Especially since Nick hadn't made them into a Party. He almost smiled if not for the ruse. Howmani couldn't say basking in the sun in the grass was unpleasant but not being able to move around made him anxious. Grandpa's voice though, smooth and mellifluous, echoed in his brain. Train with your family whenever you can. With them, you are safe if you fail. He didn't know when playing dead would come in handy and as much as Howmani found things that challenged him amusing, he didn't want to be in a situation where he needed to. And his big sister ( he would never call her that to her face ) was worried. That could be fun up to a point but he didn't like dragging that out too much and he was getting itchy...

"Stop being a smart ass." He rolled away just before Nick's foot came down where his chest once was. "Learning how to use Willpower after have the magic knocked out of you is the first thing a Taim learns. And seeing as the both of you are clearly over-trained, you shoulda figured I'd be on to you. Stop me if I'm going to fast for ya."

Howmani tried to spring up after rolling away but his arms turned to rubber and he came up short. He felt like he couldn't get enough air into his lungs. Nick was right, he did have Willpower but it was level one at best. Tumani caught him by the arm before he fell into a heap. "Ugh! Will you stop acting like a child for a second?!"

"You're ten too!" He wheezed. Boxer was on his opposite side. For once, he didn't shoo her away. Her warmth was somewhat comforting though he was sure she pooped on the way there, dumb long ears that she was.

He heard Nick grumble something in response to them as he picked over the frozen pieces of monster. If he had to guess, Howmani would say he'd be looking at the nucleus of the thing. The gel part of a Slime's body was mostly just squishy stuff but that part was it's brain and everything else more or less. If he weren't so tired, he'd go see. Tumani was going to coddle him though and there wasn't much to be done about that.

"Not good, not good, not good..." Nick was turning the cantaloupe sized thing over and over in his hands. He was shaking his head in a way that made Howmani think he was genuinely concerned, his afro swishing like a bush. "Come here and take a look at this the both of you."

"See these markings?" There were dark gashes marring the crystal core's surface or at least they seemed that way at first until Howmani got dizzy again. Blinking away his disorientation he heard Tumani say, "Tenma?"

Nick groaned. "Spot on. Crude but definitely runes and on flesh no less." He pointed to a small indentation. It was hard to see through the ice but it looked like spikes had been lodged in it. "Runestone I'm betting. To speed up the process. If we looked at the dead things inside it, I'll bet the corpses are a day or two old at best."

"Somebody made this?" Howmani asked though it wasn't really a question. Nick nodded. "Wow."

"Not wow. Definitely not that."

"This is forbidden magic." He didn't fail to notice how his twin was mimicking Nick. Her shoulders were square, feet apart, one hand stroking her chin even as she held him up. Such a copycat hare. "And you say you saw others?"

"During my moonwalk yeah, which leads me to believe that I didn't wake up here on accident."

Howmani tried to keep his curiosity in check but he was ten. advanced or not. "You have to wake up from a moonwalk?" Nick nodded absently again. "So you trance?"

The three dots on Nick's Magi flashed briefly, bathing the sphere in a golden glow. Dropping it to the ground, he opened it revealing a sketch of nucleus. Howmani saw notes on different parts that he could not have possibly jotted down, including cross sections, and diagrams of its insides. "It's sorta like that but not exactly. I suppose I might as well explain while I'm taking samples."

"Samples?" Howmani asked.

"Of the monster?" Tumani volunteered much to Howmani's dismay. She could be such a know-it-all sometimes though Howmani himself was a know-it-all pretty much all of the time. "Maybe we can get it to a Chemist at a Mark's Guild."

"Hmmm. I'm still going to do what I said, seeing your skills and what have you, not to mention getting you back to your Scout Master but she's right, it's going to take a Fiend Chemist to figure out exactly what and how this was done. Only then can we maybe find out who." He had taken out a chisel and hammer (for the ice no doubt) along with a set of surgeon's tools which he laid reverently on the ground. "In the mean time, I can tell you a little about moonwalking and how it works."


There are gods though I wouldn't call them divine.

You have the many aspects of the Madonna Glane in the Glanic faith. You have just Cuchulain, the Bright Father, in the Sunseeker religion. Many on the Jade Plateau follow the Burning Buddha and his teachings and he was a man that supposedly fought the gods for enlightenment. Some have incorporated the Jade gods and goddesses into the Burning Path which muddles the teachings a bit.

I say this so that you understand that even gods have things made up about them and so, their stories change depending on who tells it and what they believe.

The stories of Fahrim the Huntress and Prast the Sage are somewhat different in this aspect. The names might change perhaps but the essence of the tale remains the same no matter where it is told.

They are always twin sisters, Prast and Fahrim are. Fahrim's eyes are always the red of fresh blood marking her thirst to hunt. Prast's are silver and milky because she is blind to all but the future.

Twins though they are, they are much like you two; they couldn't be anymore different you see. They are literally on two different paths circling Mith, only crossing at two times. The lunar eclipse is called the Mage's Eye while the solar eclipse is called the Tiamat's Eye. Outside of that, you'll usually not see both of them together.

As they wax and they wane, some say that they affect magic like they do the tides. Scholars have tried to disapprove or approve such a theory just to end the debate. Both sides haven't been successful, especially with the phenomenon of the sage and the blood vision. Both are connected to the moons as being born under them appears to grant the ocular magic. However, this isn't always true and some have thought that such a thing may just be mutation and nothing more.

In any case, I was born under Prast at night. Mom says she thought my eyes were silver at first. Don't know if that means anything but I've got Prast's vision all the same. Do I trance? Yes. I can induce it using Meditate but it takes a long time for it to start working and typically, I just don't have that option.

But a moonwalk? It's different from that obviously. It's in the name actually. I've never seen Prast full and in the sky because if it is, I'm moonwalking already. It's like waking up but still dreaming. I'm only half aware of what I'm doing; I know that I have to do whatever it is I'm doing but I don't know why I'm doing it. I just know, deep down inside, that I've seen the future and that what I'm doing is part of it.

If I'm lucky, which I'm not, it'll last for the night. Of course you all know though, that a full moon doesn't just last a single night. That would be fair. That would be manageable.

Nope. Never that for a Hero Class. This is the second fugue. I'm fairly certain that I'll be moonwalking again tonight and that when I do, I'll have to fight some more mutated Slimes that are gonna be a bitch to kill.

Monday, September 15, 2014

A Journal By Some Guy 46

Hello Journ,

Apologies. We keep meeting this way. Erratically.

I drop in like your drunk little brother after a bender. I only find you when I'm a step away from the gutter. Like a good sibling you're always there though. More's the pity for you.

So as I lay on your couch, stinking of beer and god knows what, I'll tell you all that's been crowding my mind as of late, hopefully before I fall asleep.

And don't worry about me peeing on your couch. I did that in the bushes.


My girlfriend stays on my mind like a migraine. It's insistent. I can see the glittering in my eye before it comes. I feel the constricting of my blood vessels in my temples. The anticipation of the pressure keeps me on edge.

However, this is not an unpleasant feeling.

What is sort of distracting is all the emotions that come with this good feeling. I am not emotional Journ. I observe them in other people but I try not to get involved passed that. Emotions make you do things that logically you wouldn't and, well, as the young kids say, I'm not down with that.

But I can't not be down with that. You see, it takes a special woman to make me feel something. It's not an everyday thing. It's not even a monthly thing. Seasonal? No, no, definitely not. Yearly?

Not yearly. Not even.

That scares me a little. Missing someone like that definitely does because you think, one day they might be gone.


Don't allow me to be maudlin Journ, about her or anything else because you see, she makes me happy this one does.

For instance, cuddling with her is pretty great. Every time great. She's a bigger girl, for such are my tastes, but she's shapely. This makes being close with her a treat.

Sex? Of course you know the answer to that.

But being next to someone and falling asleep is even better than that sometimes.


I would not call what I have writer's block. Perhaps writer's pebbles-that-get-stuck-in-your-left-shoe.

I mean let's be honest Journ, I have no formal training in this nonsense. I'm just telling stories through my hands is as best as I can understand it.

This lead to the thought process of Gee, maybe I should get some formal perspective on this thing I'm trying to do professionally one day. That lead to a lot of searching which lead to me thinking How in the shit do writers get better by learning about writer's lives and quotes and shit? I mean, the fuck man? I don't write like these guys and half of their shit I wouldn't read because it would bore me.

Work as a cart pusher and sweaty days segue rather quickly. No montage or explanation needed there.

Moving on to now and me getting back to just writing because I think it was halfway working for me there. Between doing stuff on here, I suppose Silver and his friends whom he happens to sleep with will probably get that digital novella so they can stop yammering in my head about their problems.

And Lilian. They will not shut up about that one.


I meditated Journ in order to overcome a migraine.

Maybe I was dehydrated or it was hot or the stars were aligned wrong and some deity shat on my good fortune.

Just spitballing here Journ. Any of those reasons are equally plausible to me really.

I hate the waiting. Anticipating the pain that you know will come. The inevitability kills me. That and the nausea.

What does the unstoppable force do when it meets the immovable object? It meditates because there is nothing else to be done.

Always I advise people to meditate. Not for spiritual purposes as I don't believe in that rubbish. For stress relief, anxiety, and general health.

Meditating, I had to distract myself even behind my eyelids still seeing that light. Deep breaths by themselves weren't helping so I visualized myself in the Looking Glass, the first room of my mind palace.

With the stars shooting around, it wasn't to hard to blend the lights with them. Even the dull ache could be managed. I was even talking myself through it.

I was going deeper and deeper still. My visualization was getting better. I was standing up and walking around by this time, which made me talking to myself kinda awkward. It was like staring at yourself on video but being aware of yourself staring at yourself in the video.

So Journ, keeping in the fact this was somewhat a dream, I did what any lucid dreamer would do; I made a guide.

Stop: A guide in your dream is your subconscious talking to you. This is why in dreams people see dead relatives, pets talking, ghosts, monster, etc. A lucid dreamer however, can make a guide into anything or anyone they choose. They usually do this so that when they lucid dream, the guide acts as, well, a guide and anchors them in their dream.

Stop: Prock joke.


Visualization helps me make characters. It also works on my sanity, as there are literally talking bits and pieces of people having nonsensical bits and pieces of conversation with other people bits.

When I saw Nick I thought Well this won't be so bad. He's been my guide while I've lucidly dreamed before. I didn't really talk with him then since I was to busy flying around like Neo from  The Matrix but from a thousand miles in the air over a valley, he seemed cool enough. Besides Journ, he's my character right?


So tell me my own character didn't question his own existence in my half lucid dream. Go ahead. Tell me. The Muses. Dragons. Ancient Memory. Everything. Even the apparent skips in time as we spoke.

It was so odd because he really didn't know he wasn't real and I knew he was just a facet of my subconscious but we were talking to each other. I wanted to tell him not to smoke in my glass Tardis goddammit! Rotten little punk! Who does he think he is asking me why he's here? I'm just his creator!

Needless to say, I'll be using this technique with every character I can.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Mith Short Stories :Moonwalk 2

Nick was definitely slow. For every three squares they moved, he moved one. He had this odd stop and go walk Something between an old man's shuffle and a fat man's waddle.. At first, she thought it was just because he was smoking his Goblin weed ( as if she didn't know what it was! ) and didn't want them to catch a contact ( that she learned from her father ).

But as his little brother cartwheeled and capered around him, there were moments where he would stop just in time to throw Howmani off. His arm shot out. Howmani had to duck mid-run, his knee skimming across the grass. Scylla coiled up and struck at him from within Nick's hood scaring him. One time, he threw a kunai with an explosive tag into the dirt. It exploded, showering him with powder and stopping Howmani in his tracks just as he backflipped.

"That'll teach ya to settle down." Nick grumbled before exhaling a cloud of smoke. She wouldn't have been dumb enough to fall for that. Though he did slide the dagger from within his sleeve, flicking it the ground in one smooth motion ( Grandpa taught him that ), he still should've expected it, duh.

"What did you even hit me with?!"

"Tracker Dust. Relax."

Howmani was covered in what looked liked flour only bright green from head to toe. The way he shook his dreadlocks made him look like a wet dog oddly enough. He coughed and spat. Typical Howmani behavior, right down to even being caught with such a thing. This was why he was the little brother.

Soon though, the powder started to sparkle. Howmani, of course, tried to run around in effort to get off. She could only hope that he had enough sense to stay away from her and Boxer with his stupid. "Stop running around like an idiot." Nick said. "It's not even on you anymore. The dust is dissipating and doing it's job."

"What the-whoooaaa!!! Sparkly! Trail! JUT-tsu!!!" Howmani literally was looking back on his trail, the dust hovering with luminescence in the places he had previously been. It looked odd to her in the noon sunlight, almost too bright but never quite so. Tumani wanted to look away but it was really cool.

"Sparkly what? No. Nevermind. Anywho, Hunter Classes use that on fiends sometimes to track them." He unclipped his Magi-a small red book with the three circles embossed on it's front-from his Utility Belt. Touching the corner, it tripled in size, before he opened it up so that Tumani could see it's pages. "There." He pointed to a map of Alondell, rendered in three dimensions instead of two. It showed the the whole sprawl of the training field, it's rolling hills, the scrubs of trees, even the clouds that drifted lazily above it all. Nick touched it, making it nearer to their scale. The squares where Howmani had been were marked green. "It only works within the range of Muse Altars you've visited but a Hunter get's around like that if he's-Howmani don't come over here."

"Aww! I wanna see too!"

"You will when the effect wears off. Now go out and burn up some more energy. The space you cover, the more the dust is stretched until it can't be anymore. Then you can come over and see what jackassery you've been up to."

She was trying not to be amazed by the way he used his Magi. Tumani couldn't dream of having the map coverage for a display like that. Nor Scylla. Or being the Turtle Sage.

The more she thought about it, the more it should've been obvious. To think, not even Dad knew but Hare did and he chose her to keep the secret. "I thought you were supposed to be telling us about moonwalking?" Be smart, Hare told her. Be observant.

"And so why are we fooling around with tracking dust?" Nick finished off. His eyes were on her, not gold hazel like a normal Shath but penny brown. Looking into them, she felt very, very young. "First off, quit being a smart ass. It's not becoming of a student. Second, Howmani needs to settle down so I can tell the story. This is a great excuse to turn a distraction into something useful. Third, if you two are trying to be good Rangers, then you need the type of map coverage you're looking at. Homura has better than me."

"Did...someone...say..." Howmani was doubled over, a sheen of sweat on his brow. "Flame?"

Nick grunted as he looked out over the hills. He must have heard the telltale squish of a Slime as she had. He cast his glance about, signaling with his hand for them to stay put.

He unclasped a dagger at first from his Utility Belt or that is what it seemed to be at first before the metal warped, twisting and writhing until it made itself into his Elven Short Sword. The blade was shaped like a slender leaf with Elven filigree as it's veins. If not for the almost danger of the situation, Tumani would have loved to ask him about it.

But sure enough, there was a rhythmic thud coming up to the little knoll. Startled birds fled the tree. A rabbit bounded out the grass below. Nick was trying to get a bead on exactly where it was coming from, no doubt looking to ambush it and kill it quick. Tumani and him were of one mind looking towards the nearest forest. A Slime couldn't get that big out in the open. It wouldn't have a chance to grow before some Scout killed it with a Wooden Sword.

He was already making his way down the hill as the slime in question bounded into view. To Tumani, it looked like a cube of clear jello, only instead of fruit, it had the bones and offal of thing that it hunted or got in it's way floating in it. There were tree limbs, rocks and animals in different stages of digestion, melting away in it's interior. A stench worse than rotting flesh and waste roiled from it in waves almost causing her to retch.

She didn't see Howmani but she did see the tracker dust. He had gone the opposite way of Nick but not towards the slime thank the gods.

Which meant it was after her. Tumani would never admit how her knees got a little weak or how Boxer nuzzled her leg sensing her fear.

She would however talk later about how she and Boxer went opposite directions, confusing the monster. Tumani would talk about how it's cube nucleus bounced around inside of it like a pinball. It couldn't figure out which of us was the better target, she'd say. It was beaten from the start.

That would only be half the tale though. Tumani would eventually have to admit how Nick shoved his Elven Short Sword into that nucleus at just the right moment when it was pointed at her. She'd have to say how surprised she was that he could do that with something other than spear.

The silver blade stuck into the cube within the cube. It's mass shivered and Nick's grunt was turning into a howl. He was forearm deep into the creature. It's enzymes were burning him alive even as the nucleus began to glow.

Slime Uses Self Destruct

She didn't need her Magi to tell her that. Tumani was trying not to panic. Trying to slow her heart down. Tried to get into her calm place like Grandma said.

"Don't come any closer Tumani!" Nick yelled. "Stay put!" She was halfway down the hill before she came to her senses. What was she going to do? Nick was sinking more into the creature. The carriage size bulk of the slime's body seem to undulate and quake in anticipation. The more he struggled, the deeper he'd be pulled in. The more her brother the Turtle Sage would disappear...

And where, she suddenly thought, was her other brother? "Howmani NOW!"

Right behind the slime, at the end of a sparkling trail, was her stupid little brother clapping his hands as if in prayer.

Nick Summons Sea Turtle

A great wave crashed into the slime. There was hissing followed by a cloud of steam. Tumani couldn't see anything.

Howmani Is KO

"How!!!" She screamed. "How!!!" It was almost like fog now. Boxer was chittering at her legs, aware more than she of the dangers of going into it. The slime hadn't detonated. The water, she thought, must have delayed it somehow.

Nick Uses Ice Breath

And through the steam, Tumani heard the familiar tinkling of water freezing over faster than nature intended. There was a whoosh like a snow flurry as the steam itself began to cool, spinning in a dance of wind and ice.

Slime Is Frozen 

In the heart of the maelstrom was Nick with one arm and half of his upper torso free of the creature. Snow and icicles hung from his afro making him seem like a palm tree in a freak storm. "A little help?" He grumbled.

"What about Howmani?!" Nick stared at as if she were stupid. Then he looked from her to behind the slime.

The sea turtle he summoned was as large as a small cabin with aquamarine skin. It's leathery shell was a deep, dark green with barnacles, lichens, and even coral adorning it's back with seaweed and jellyfish for garlands. It's head had coral upon it as well like a crown with large liquid eyes that spoke of intellect. "An aqua bullet will do," Nick sighed with a wave of his free hand. "Never mind about the collateral damage."

It blinked twice. Nodded once. Opening it mouth, it spat a literal missile of water into the slime, smashing it to bits. Nick was thrown to the ground, rolling shell over stomach until he skidded on his back to a stop. His Magi hummed something about EXP points.

The same wave that brought the beast came to retrieve it. It washed over it twice before the turtle disappeared with it. Tumani was down the hill with Boxer in tow. She went around the ice chunks that were once the slime not bothering to check on Nick figuring that he was alright.

But she was worried for nothing it seemed. Howmani was doubled over again, wheezing and smiling as he wrung water out of his cloak. "Did you see...that?!" He smiled. "I summoned a Turtle!" He tried to stand up and look brave but fatigue had him swaying on his feet. Tumani caught him just as he was about to fall.

"What did you do?" She readjusted his arm around her shoulders. How could she worry him so?! "You idiot! You shouldn't have wondered off! He told you to stay put!"

"Lay off him. He did good." Nick was on his feet again though there were acid burns on his legs and arm. It seemed mostly cosmetic though. "I planned to summon that Turtle but I got impatient. Thought I could one hit kill that sonuvabitch but it struggled. Shoulda stuck to my original plan." He lit the joint hidden in his hood again. Pulled. Blew the smoke away from them. "When he passed out, that was from using a trap he had no affinity for. Sucked all the mana right out of him."

"So you were showing off." Tumani said.

"Nope. I don't do that." Nick pulled. Blew out another cloud then put it out. "The cube variety of slime in rare. They don't use magic. They're tanks. Add to the fact that this one wasn't as stupid as they usually are and well, you got yourselves a mystery."

"And how's one slime a mystery?"

"One isn't. Two or three on a moonwalk however, might be."

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Mith Short Stories: Moonwalk

It was not often that Nick approached anything close to a home.

He had a Hero Class and everyone knew that was not a stationary occupation. By virtue of having the designation, one would think there would be some travel. Heroes had to go off to fight something. They didn't get off their couches, walk around the corner, kill the Big Boss because he/she happened to be there, then come back to sit on his/her couch and finish watching their soap opera.

That's not how it worked. It should. Their should be breaks. Time off. A sick day. Perhaps you could use a Warp Scroll and tag in another Hero that might need the exposure.

But no. Nobody wanted Nick's quests. Fight a Zombie infestation? Nobody wanted that. Kill some Mermen with a level 5 Sharkman as a Boss? No one even had the equipment for that..

And. Who. Did? No one that's who. Only the Hero Shell ( and how he hated that title ) had the variety of Skills needed to sterilize that village. He had the Crystal Rose he could use for his Holy Breath which had +10 Magic Attack against Undead creatures. The Volt Carrot he could use against the Mermen and the level 5 Sharkman for + 5 Magic Attack being that they were Water elements. It would cost him HP, seeing as he was a as well but the trade off might be worth it-


-and really where was the Boy's Army? Besides Junky Steve of course? He was probably in some gutter in Dorchester with a needle in his arm-

"...rabbit!....wake him...butterflies..."

-up his ass and being whiney. He saw a lot or Rangers like Connor over a lot of lives. Rather he was in a kilt or cowboy boots, cloak or duster, with a crossbow or six shooter at the ready. a swaggering Ranger was just as annoying as ever. He'd of course give credit where it was due. Connor had talent. Avcoor was right to make him his Ranger B. It's just he didn't like him using that to justify his judgments. He acted like his INT wasn't higher than his nor would he admit Seiglum Peacewalker's strengths in woodcraft. Seiglum's nose was just sharper. It was the mark of a good Ranger and Connor knew it-

"...can't believe he's been sleeping...."

"He's waking up!"

He yawned. As usual it sounded like the groan of someone older than his sixteen years. Blinking several times, blurs became clearer. The green above him were the leaves of a stately oak. The gold that lanced between them was sunlight.

The two smaller person-like blobs came to form two children. A Shath boy in a blue cloak assessed him curiously. The Shath girl with twin ponytails and round glasses tried to hide her interest but the jack rabbit that was almost her size gave that away. It sniffed and hopped about him, too shy to directly investigate but not patient enough to be still. Typical Turtle/Hare dynamic, he thought. What he said was, "The hell are you two doing out here by yourselves?"

"In Alondell Field? Surely us level 2 and above Class users need chaperones in a level 1 training zone." said Tumani with as much snark as a ten year old going on twenty could muster. Howmani was sniggering despite his attempt to look aloof like his grandfather. When he caught Nick watching him, he looked away into the distance,still failing to hide it. "Quick. Let's go get the scout master with his Wooden Sword to help us farm Slimes."

Tumani's jack rabbit, Boxer, thumped the ground with a hind leg. Nick knew how rabbit's laughed. As the Turtle Sage, he had seen it in enough life times to know. The rabbit had a vest on with Nipponese character for fist on the back, gold on reddish brown like the colors she wore. Her hoody ( when did this start? ) was outlined in fur like their father Justin Taim but that's where the resemblance stopped. The rest was like him, right down to the cargo pants and red brown Chucks. She didn't have a Shell but the Chemist Backpack was laden with pockets, zippers, belts, and tools all the same.

And-and was she trying to stand like him? Did he really stick his hands in his pockets like that? "I wear my Breastplate under my hoody, you know, so people don't know I'm wearing it." She said cocking her head back. Now that was all Justin Taim.

"Quit being a smart ass." Nick ran his fingers through his fro. Three butterflies fluttered away. A squirrel chittered out of the comfort of his hood unto the tree. How long had he been out?

"That squirrel probably pooped in there."

"Who cares? Animals poop. You poop. We all poop." Howmani was sniggering and mouthing poop. Both he and Tumani rolled their eyes at that. "Answer my damn question. Why are you out here by yourselves?"

"We're too advanced for the Scouts." Howmani said catching his breath. His cloaked opened a little and sure enough, he was dressed like Avcoor in darker colors with a small Flak Jacket instead of the standard Ranger Plate. "We're level 2 going on 3 and the rest of the scouts aren't even a full two miles away." He shrugged and smiled sheepishly, his shoulder length dreads making it more regal than childish.

Level 2 going on 3 at such a young age, Nick thought. And not even in wartime. He looked off in the distance of Alondell's rolling green fields, speckled with snatches of trees, thinking of a time long ago when everything had been scorched by Tyran fire. Had he seen then what Alondell was today he would not have believed it. He would have thought the wrath of Kaonane would be known to the soil until it's breaking.

"That's still no reason for you two to be out here like this." Nick said blinking out the last bit of sleep from his eyes. "At the very least, form a basic three man Party. Sometimes Bladehorns and Power Bison find their way out here. They're level 3 on average and they run in herds. You might take one down, might, but three or four and you're definitely biting it." Tumani groaned. Howmani was alert, soaking in his little bit of knowledge like a sponge.

That worried him. He didn't know why but-"You were Moonwalking weren't you?" Howmani said suddenly. His smile turned from mocking to a full on grin. Nick groaned. "I knew it! Your eyes were silver when you first opened them! Where were you?!"

By now, How was bouncing around with uncontained glee. His mind was always curious about things like that. If he ever made a pact with Ravens like his grandpa, Nick was sure that secrets would be his "shiny" things. "Well?" Tu asked as she shuffled her feet. She was like himself in that way; he hated to show interest in things willingly. He had to keep in mind that he was six years older than her ( more than that if he counted his Ancient Memory ) and she had a blossoming bro-con.

And how in the seven hells was he gonna deal with that? The thought alone made him feel tired."Look," he said in a raspy voice. "I'll tell you but you two have to show me what you've learned before I take you back to the Scout Master-"

"Mistress," Tumani corrected with a smirk. "She's a girl."

"Ugh." Too much like their father. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. He could feel this getting annoying. "Whatever. I'll tell you where I've been on the way back to the group."

"Awww." Howmani whined. "You're gonna leave again?"

"Of course but not for a little while. Remember, I'm a Turtle; things go slow for us and this Moonwalk is no different." As if to illustrate the point, Nick took extra time getting to his feet. He grunted, rocking the weight of his Shell so that he was almost doubled over before standing up with a sigh. Just when the twins thought to speak, he raised a finger, and ,with great effort, yawned again as he stretched his arms. Scylla, his living whip of alchemy, slithered from around his arm, disturbed by the sudden movement. She flicked out her tongue, craned her head between Howmani and Tumani and then slithered into the sleeve of his opposite arm.

"When am I gonna get a Whip?" Tumani said with a stomp. "Dad's got Gorgon and when it leveled up and split, you got Scylla-"

"Point being?" Nick scratched his afro again. This time, a cricket leapt away only for Scylla to shoot out her head and eat it.

"Cooool!" Howmani beamed. "Now I want one too!"

"You won't get one before me." Tumani retorted, her hands back in her Hoody's pockets. "I'm the eldest."

"By three minutes!"

"Still older."

"That doesn't count! Does it Nick!?"

"Shut up the both of ya." Usually Nick's rudeness would cause people to do just that. In this case, Tumani just cocked her head and Howmani was still pouting. "Gorgon gave birth at level 22. I'm a ways away from that so settle down." Nick took out a jay hidden with his hoody. Sure enough, the squirrel did poop in there.

"You shouldn't be smoking." Tumani said trying to sound more mature. "Smoking is bad for you."

"So is telling people what they should and shouldn't be doing." Nick was looking for his lighter only to have Howmani offer the Zippo almost ceremoniously. Scylla made and appearance again, clamping her jaws around it before dropping it in Nick's hand. Howmani's hazel-gold eyes were wide as saucers.

"Now I really want one." whispered Howmani.

"You use your Steal Command on me again and I'm gonna smack you." He made to move his arm and as expected, Howmani wheeled away, backflipping and then dashing two Squares back in blur of blue. The Ravenlord is definitely training him, Nick thought. And Tumani? He could tell by her stance that the Adamant Fist, his grandmother, was teaching her the finer points of her Fighter Class. Things hadn't changed it seemed. "Now come on," Nick said. "You wanna hear about Moonwalking or what?"

Monday, July 14, 2014

Quickies: Hunger

It's not that I haven't heard from Lilian or anything like that. She texts me often enough and in the mornings or at night when we have free time, we chat. It's real easy, the back and forth we have. She talks about her kids and work ( running a floor isn't as easy as it sounds apparently ) and I do the same save I substitute the child parts with Bruce Wayne.

Thing is, I haven't had a real chance to see her. Between going after her BSN on top of everything else, she's pretty busy.

And I understand that. Really I do.

But the distance is more than that. There's something she's holding back. I can feel it. It's like that one mistake in a line of code that throws everything off. It seems like it's almost not there which makes it seem more there. "So I was thinking maybe go-karts and then grabbing something on I-Drive one of these days when you're free." Don't know why I picked shopping as a good time to call. Maybe I overthink the appropriateness of calls too much.

"That sounds fun." Even through my cell, I can sense that off thing in the way she speaks. I've been rummaging through fruit theses days at Bag's, trying to do the organic thing. I'm glad the guy at the counter knows me, otherwise, a black guy inspecting a tomato for five minutes might be cause for alarm.

"I mean, unless you had something else in mind." I instantly regret saying it. I don't even know why but it just sounds like something old dorky Richard Reed would say.

"It's not....that." She sighs. Bored? Am I boring her that quickly? "It's just...I'll need some...time papi."

"Okay." I say trying to put some bass in my voice. I toss my perfect beef tomato in my bag. My Dr. Who shirt is damp. My toes are squishy in my Chucks. And apparently, I'm getting turned down again.

This is not the type of hot and wet I was looking for. "Just get back to me when you can."

She sighs again. "Bye Mr. Reeds."


Sometimes, Ma'am treats her special.

Not that it matters how Ma'am is to her because it's always for her own good. She knows this and because of it, she knows that Ma'am cherishes her. When she is spanked, flogged, pinched, prodded, and made to serve she knows it's a privilege.

That Ma'am would discuss her feelings about another potential slave made her jealous at first. She was quite sure that she was enough and if she wasn't, she'd find a way to be enough. Such was her devotion to Ma'am after showing such wonderful things.

She was just coming on shift as Ma'am was ending hers. Ma'am looked tired but radiant in all white. It made her skin brighter than it was supposed to be. Even from behind her desk, hunched over and exhausted, she radiated strength. Ma'am would be leaving Healthcare and Rehab for her other job at South Seminole soon she knew. How she managed to have so much energy was anyone's guess.

:Ma'am would want to unwind. Some release. The single rubber glove was on her desk and she knew it to be true.

She hurried to clock in. Wetness pooled in her stockings. Ma'am had forbidden her to wear panties or to masturbate. The three days had been sweet agony.

She ignored the smell of piss and death that hung in the air. Her duties could wait. Clutching her purse, she all but ran to their rendezvous point, the perpetually empty room that they never seemed to fix. The toilet had been broke since she started a year ago.

Thankfully the door wasn't locked when she got there. The door swung with a little resistance. She found that there was janitorial equipment on the other side. Boxes of tissue stacked haphazardly. An extra mop bucket with bottles of cleaner here and there.

And a hand on her mouth. "Close the door." Ma'am's voice was husky. She didn't want to know how she got here before her. She was too excited to care. One finger went passed her lips and she couldn't help but suck it. Ma'am pulled her stockings down, her hand moving from her mouth to her neck.

Ma'am squeezed her throat as the gloved finger went into her pussy. The slight asphyxiation coupled with the pressure on her spot made her swoon. "Did you masturbate Toy?"

"No Ma'am." Her fingers were kneading her insides, tempting her to cum before she ordered her to. Ma'am's breath was hot on her neck. She was hungry. She could feel it.

"Don't come." Ma'am hissed. "Don't say a fucking word." Her accent was coming out. Dominican and something else she couldn't place. "Just listen Toy. I'm playing with you as an afterthought." Ma'am had unbuttoned her bra. She was twisting her nipples. Teasing them. Thumping the piercings both. She was biting her lip, trying not to give in. "I met a guy. He's nice. I like him a little." Three fingers were inside her, diving in and out as they pressed against that spot.

"No. Lemme stop. I like him a lot. He ate me out so good." Four fingers now. Ma'am made her lean on the door for better leverage. "Then he rubbed me down and I sucked his dick and it was delicious." Ma'am sighed. She pulled her out of her sex then rubbed her juices on her ass. "But I didn't fuck him. I think I might be too much for him. He might not keep up.

"But his dick is nice though. On your knees." Her pussy was spasming. She was so close. So very close. Her body was aching, shivering for a fix..."What did I say?"

She couldn't be disobedient to Ma'am. That was a sign of weakness almost giving into her physical desire and she was ashamed for it. "Punishment first Ma'am?"

"Punishment first." She lifted her skirt and Ma'am slapped her ass open handed. The sting was sharp enough to make her breath catch. Then she got on her knees, relishing the pain and the lesson that came with it.

She loved the taste of Ma'am's cunt. It was fresh and sweet like ripe fruit. Her pussy still throbbed, denied the mind blowing orgasm that it was promised. She struggled not to finish herself, holding hands behind her back as Ma'am used her face as a saddle.

"I just want some good dick Toy." Ma'am moaned. "That go ten rounds or more dick. Marathon dick." Ma'am grabbed her hair and pushed her face between her thighs. They were like pillows on the sides of her face. "Fuck. Ah I wanna fuck him but-"

Ma'am's phone rang but her rhythm didn't slow or falter. It never did. "Oh...Hey Mr. Reeds." Ma'am pushed her head back so that she could lick her clit. ".....I'm fine.....What you doing?...Shopping at where?...."


When men sent dick pics, you could tell they were doctored somehow, typically by angle and close ups. That didn't help really because anyone with eyes understood proportions or at least she thought so.

Men would always try to impress her these days. She didn't think it was because she was especially attractive so much as her deciding not to give a fuck anymore.

Maybe she was whore for loving sex the way she did. If that was the case though, most if not all men were whores as well. They seemed to have coped with it well enough to send anonymous people pictures of their genetalia without shame.

And Reed was no different. She couldn't really be surprised when he said yes to her request only that she wanted him to at least be a little ashamed by it. She would have found it adorable.

It was on her shift at South Seminole later that night did she get that telltale buzz on her cell. The weekends were hard nights. That's why no one wanted them which is why she always had them. Two DUIs, a dog attack, and a street fight had all came in and even though that wasn't her section, they needed her help just the same. Lilian welcomed the distraction.

She let the appropriate people know she was taking a break before taking a short stroll to her car.

This was usually the time where she'd rub one off. Just a quick orgasm to ease her through the night. She had a bullet in her purse and it didn't take much effort for her to nut if she set her mind to it.

The parking lot was relatively empty. The street lights casting their golden glow over the cars nearest to the building, the dark beyond it illuminated by moonlight. People scurried back and forth to the entrance through emergency, most in pairs with the occasional family.

No one would see her. They never did.

The text was from Reed which was perfect. Lilian always liked something visual to go with her masturbation. She opened the picture message to see him stroking his dick. It glistened with what was probably lube but she hoped was spit with veins that seemed to pulse off her screen.

Was his dick always like this? Lilian didn't know. She just knew that her fingers were already teasing her wet slit before she had a chance to check if anyone was around. Lilian licked her lips remembering how he spurted all over her. How his fingers were all in her pussy.

With her free hand she sent him a reply, already cresting on her first orgasm.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Quickies: Studying



"Let's fuck."

"We're studying." She heard him turn a page. "Now I don't know what you don't get about this Socrates."

"What I don't get," Suzy said into the pillow "is why we're not fucking." She finally decided to stop playing ostrich and sit up. He was going through the textbook and reading it like the fuckin' nerd he truly was. And he was still dressed. "I'm high. I'm horny-"

"You're high?" Silver arched a peppered eyebrow. He had some shirt with Megaman on it and jeans. God that pissed her off so bad. Not even a bulge. And it was raining. She could hear it drum through his attic space. It was thumping her pussy. She needed that itch scratched. "Why would you be high before a study session?" He leaned his lanky Shaggy-like frame back in his chair with the book in his lap. "Well?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you." Silver cocked his head at that. She rarely saw his little hidey hole all lit up. He must've actually thought she just wanted to study. "Don't look at me like that. Like you don't smoke."

"Not before I do important things." The rain was coming in sheets she knew. There had been dark clouds on her way down I-4. The wind even made her Jeep rumble a little. It had been so perfect, she lit the piece of blunt she had along the way. Her window was down, Muse was playing, the wind whipped through her hair...

...and Silver was going to fuck her brains out. Then an hour or so after going through Plato..."I seriously can't believe you have trouble in this class. I mean, it's philosophy for God's sake." Silver shook his head. "It's not like it's math, which you are terrible at."

"So terrible." Why did she wear yoga pants with nothing on under them? Sitting herself lotus made the fabric rub against her pussy. Suzy knew she was wet and yet... bulge. "You're really not living up to your stereotypes Su-ji." Was she mistaken? Did his voice get a little husky? Didn't matter. For some reason him calling her Su-jin made her clit jump. "In any case, aren't we able to see other people?" He stood up and placed the book on the table and retrieved a rolled blunt from ashtray. Silver alway wrapped a rolling paper around his, claiming that it made it burn slower. He found a lighter and lit up, blowing smoke into the room. It smelled fruity.

"Thought you didn't smoke before doing anything important?"

"Clearly your head's not in the game right now so I figure why not." He cut off the main light after turning on his question mark lamp with a lazy jaunt before plopping in his swivel chair. "And you didn't answer my question."

"You know the answer. I suggested it and you agreed." Yep. She was definitely a bit moist.

"And that's the thing," Silver took a puff. Puckering his lips, he blew out smoke rings. Suzy could imagine those lips on her clit. After blowing out the remainder of the smoke he said "you can go get sex from anyone else. Why come here?" He coughed a little.

"Because you're mine." Suzy said reaching for the blunt. When she didn't get it, she looked at Silver and Silver was already looking at her. "What? You're parking on the grass." He turned it over, easing back into his chair. Silver crossed his legs with both arms on the chair's rests, drumming his fingers.

Shit. It tastes like.."Lemon? Where the fuck do those hippies get this shit?" Suzy took another hit, sprawling on the bed as she coughed softly. She was starting float away.

"I don't know how to feel about that." Silver said.

"The fuck you do." Her body was already feeling heavy. If her thighs didn't rub a certain way in these pants, she might have been tempted to fall asleep. She pushed wild black hair out of her face. Suzy had to see how he felt about this. Seeing his expression, she would know. "When you hugged me after I lost that spelling bee to you, I knew you were mine." She took another puff before handing the blunt to Silver. "And you did too."

"Really? I was supposed to know all of that back then?" His smile said amused but his eyes said he understood.

"Not exactly. Fuck. I don't know Silver." She was rocking forward. The taste of the lemon flavored weed lingered in her mouth. She was seeing Silver through half-lidded eyes now. "I went to Cali. Came back. You lost Wendy. We went through shit. But fuck if we don't come back to each other. Every fucking time Silver. I know stuff about you that I know you've never told anybody and the same goes for me."

"So..." Silver exhaled a cloud of smoke. The blunt dangled from his hands as he looked to the ceiling. He was being thoughtful and didn't want her to notice. "What are we then? Soulmates or...something?"

"Tell me what I'm thinking."

"You want me to touch you."


"Because you're a cuddle whore." Silver moved through the cloud. A shadow shrouded in mist. Suzy took the cigar from him as he hovered over her. "You liked to be explored. Like here." His fingers rubbed up and down her slit, massaging her sex through her pants. It felt so perfect. He wasn't dry humping with his fingers. He was teasing her. Making her squirm. "The rain got you wet."

She hadn't realized her eyes were closed. Opening them, he saw Silver lick his fingers. They were sticky with her juices.

Suzy took a puff, motioned for him. They kissed. She exhaled smoke into his mouth. He blew it out into air. "Fuck that's sexy." Suzy moaned. "And you're already sucking my nipples." She pulled, exhaled, shivered as her kitty started to purr. "That's just lovely."

She repeated the same thing again, Silver taking smoke from her lungs with a kiss. This time he blew the smoke across her nipples before nibbling on them.

That-that was definitely new. "You didn't wear a bra." Silver said slurping her nipples. His fingers had wiggled down into her tights. It was time to put the blunt out.

"My tits aren't that big that anyone would notice."

"I love your nipples. Small breasts aren't bad." As if to demonstrate, he puckered his lips, rolling around each nipple like a berry in his mouth.

Her body tensed. Silver was barely rubbing her clit but he was sucking the hell out of her nipples. Suzy had enough. "Eat my pussy." She said.

"From behind." Silver said. "And don't-"

"-take the yoga pants all the way off." Suzy was already rolling them down, just below her butt cheeks. "Yeah, yeah. I've seen your hentai collection. Next thing you know, I'll be dressed up like a cat girl or something."

Her ass was in the air now. Silver did not hesitate to slap her on one ass cheek. It stung so good. She'd never have an ass like a video chick but Silver often said it was big in its on way. As a Korean girl, she couldn't help but take that as somewhat of a compliment. "You shouldn't be looking through my hentai on my personal computer. Like seriously, when do you even do that?"

"Times like now. When you trust me not to go rummaging through your porn."

"We're gonna talk about this later." Suzy was going to say something but she felt Silver's hungry tongue probe the folds of her pussy, pushing back curtains to find her bud. He moaned like she was hot soup on a cold morning. Suzy felt the vibrations pulse through her, relishing how they made her tingle.

She tried to wiggle away but Silver moaned uh-uh and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of his bed. "Fuck you motherfucker." Suzy hissed. "If you're-uh-gonna get it than get it all. Lick my ass too. It's clean." He moaned something into her pussy that was akin to are you sure? "Yes you nasty fucker. I keep it clean just so you can do it. Now-" His tongue tickled her ass. Suzy was caught off guard. Silver wasn't really anally inclined. Too unsanitary for his tastes.

Now she had a handful of Zelda themed comforter and Silver was going from ass to pussy, making a sloppy mess as he slurped and sucked like a man starved.

Suzy screamed into the bed. Her body shook. Silver was going to pull away but she caught him, keeping his arms around her thighs. She didn't like for him to leave alone while she came. She wheezed. Blinked back from darkness and stars to the hum of a computer and the sound of her fluttering heart. "Fingers. I need...fingers now." Slowly, he eased one finger into her. Probing. Searching. Then finally reaching her spot.

Silver didn't go fast. She knew that he knew that she didn't like it like that. He still licked her ass and her clit but he rubbed her g-spot with every plunge of his fingers until there were two fingers.

And then three. He moved with a rhythm now and Suzy rocked in time so that he his her swollen g-spot at just the right angle. "Ooooh fuck." She moaned. Suzy heard thunder in the background. It didn't stop her rhythm any. "Some dyke taught you what to do."

"Some dyke?" Silver laughed before licking her ass. He was right between her cheeks, spreading them for greater access.

"Shit yes. Men don't eat pussy like women can."

"Says the person who taught me how to eat pussy." He wrapped his lips around her swollen clit much like he did her nipples. Suzy's stomach clenched. The second O was on its way. "You were the first girl I ate."

"Makes...sense." Her toes were curling. "I'm cumming. Don't stop. Oooooh fuck! Don't you dare!" His finger was rubbing that spot. Then his tongue-"Oh my God...." Suzy blinked. His fingers. They hadn't stopped. Silver's tongue and his lips-"Cumming so hard! Oh fuck! Oh shit!" Suzy could feel wetness on her thighs. Suzy kicked like she was having a tantrum, her pussy beating like a drum. She released a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Gimme that dick."

"How do you know it's hard?"

"'Cause you like seeing me get off." She heard his pants fall to the floor. His shirt and boxers followed before he climbed onto the bed. "See?" His head pushed into her wet pussy before the rest of him began to stretch her out. Silver didn't stop until he filled her up. His balls literally slapping against her vulva.

"So, fucking, deep." Silver got both of her arms around the biceps, attempting push deeper into her. He groaned. Suzy knew she was wrapped around him like a fist as he began to pound her with slow strokes. In and out, deliberate and strong, holding her in place so he hit her spot every time.

When he let her go, Silver didn't have to tell her to match his stroke. Her hips had a mind of their own. The next one was on it's way. They were drawing it out as long as they could but Suzy could tell by how Silver groaned that he was close.

That made her hips move faster. "Cum in my fucking pussy." Suzy hissed. "I want all that fucking nut in my pussy." She arched her back. Silver had grabbed her waist-length hair, bawling into a black mass around his fist. His sweat rained on her back.

And that was the difference. She didn't know if he knew, but this kind of sex, she couldn't just get anywhere else. Silver just knew exactly what to do to get her off. They literally had cheat sheets for each other. "Fuck!" Silver growled. He was slamming into her, rocking her body with every contact. She felt him swell inside her. "Cum for me please Silver." Suzy whined. "I need it so bad. Filling up my pussy with your cum. Need. That. Shit!" Her rhythm was gone. Suzy's body froze up before her orgasm reverberated through her.

Silver kept thrusting. "Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop!" He was moaning but his hips hadn't stopped moving as if his body had no choice but to obey her. She could feel him spewing inside of her. It felt so good. So good that she felt like she'd cry if he stopped.

When he did, she fell forward into a heap, his seed dripping out of her. Suzy didn't know there could be so much. It was an impossible cumshot. Like something out of his hentai. "You're still hard..." She rolled over to see Silver barely standing, his erection covered in cum. From his or her own she couldn't say. "Fuck." She tried to put a hand up to motion him over but only got halfway through the gesture before her arm fell back onto the bed. "Come here."

"You want more?" He said breathlessly.

"Yes. And..and so will you." He came to the side of the bed. Suzy wiggled as best she could, sticky between her thighs as she was. Silver was glistening in sweat. "Do you wanna know what me and Rosa got planned for you?" Silver's face was surprised but his dick got harder. "Thought so."