Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Mundane Magic: Bushes and Cat Ladies 6

His gray broom mustache seemed to wiggle as Rusty attempted to brush away the cake crumbs from it. He was by all accounts dressed as groundskeeper with a navy blue jump suit with the name Rusty embroidered on his left pocket with a matching cap. If Matilda hadn't known who he was, she'd have though him just an old balding black man who was just getting off of work eating in his uniform because he was too tired to change out of it.

Yet as the crumbs fell to the table, they never reached it. Instead they were-and she was most impressed by this-pixie dust. Little tiny sparkles of star shine that chimed as they twinkled out of existence. "Helps with the cleanin'." His voice was scratchy but there was a melody to it that made it musical.

He was setting her mind's eye afire. Matilda could not figure out what he actually was with it. Only recently had Cricket started to tutor her in identifying magical beings. He called them auras. Matilda still called them power levels much to Cricket's annoyed mutterings. She had encountered Dredrom and his rotting witch servant. Their power levels were higher than Cricket's, almost as high as the Occam's.

Rusty however was clearly over nine thousand. If they were candles, he was a sun. "Don't just stand there gal," He motioned her over with a callused hand. "sit. Ya make me nervous standing there like ya got roots."

"Oh? Well, uh, yeah. I should sit at my own table?" Rusty smiled clearly amused. All straight white teeth. Warmth spread through her, causing her cheeks to flush. She found that, yes, she could sit down now though why she couldn't in the first place was unknown to her.

"That's a mean lemon cake you make there gal. Ummm umm! Put ya whole foot in it jus' like Hilda I swear."


"Oh I'm sorry. That'd be ya great great grandmother Hilda Willow." He sighed at the memory while patting his paunch. "Back when I was workin' for her, when all this here, " Rusty motioned with his hands. "was just woods, she'd pay us in food, us working folk. And naw, I ain't jus' talkin' 'bout negroes." Matilda must have made a face. Rusty laughed at her discomfort. "Come on now gal! This jus' how I talk! Don't think too much of it.

"Now it was strange for Hilda to be out there on her own land anyway being an Irish woman and all and damn stranger still to be clearing down a forest with just some old sharecroppers. Not even four of us. No ma'am." He leveled a finger at her. "But Hilda did it. Had to. Even the forest creatures helped."

"The forest creatures?" Matilda asked as Rusty nodded. JoJo had since hopped into his lap, curled into a ball, practically sleep. "Like, what, they just chopped down their homes? For a farm?" He smiled again. JoJo whimpered. She had the distinct impression she was being lead on. "Why would they do that?"

"Well why would an Irish woman fresh off the boat make her way down to Florida you reckon? Answer: the same reason. It ain't a strange thing them white folk lef' her alone out here. Didn't nobody go this far back into these woods. Even the Mayaca and Jororo stayed clear. I know it because their spirits tell me so.

"Things used to happen out here. People disappearing, then coming back wit' there minds broken. Gatherings. Sacrifices. Whole lotta foulness and foolishness. The vampires didn't want it. The people didn't want it. The animals didn't want it. And there weren't no wizards around to know what to do about it-"

"Until she came..." Matilda started to fit some of the pieces together. Hilda had been a magician of some sorts from Ireland. She came to Osteen probably before it was called that to make a farm? No. To battle magical creatures? She could have done that in Ireland she thought. It had to be something-"What?" Rusty was chuckling softly. Jojo stirred a bit on his lap.

"Lawd ha' mercy ya chew ya lip when ya thinkin' jus' like her." He laughed a little more at his observation. "A cuttin' from the same stalk. But yeah gal, she was a wizard. We was a lil spooked by it at first, tell ya no lie but she done right by us and the animals. Br'er Hare took a special liking to her truth be told. By the time we found what she had really came for, we knew that what we did was worth it."

They both stood at the same time she observed, as if they both knew that it was time for her to see this thing that somehow she had missed despite basically being raised here. She had been in the woods once or twice with her cousins when they called themselves hunting. Tracked a deer that they had saw on accident the first time. The second was really just them daring each other to go deeper into the wood. Matilda of course won.

Her Gran also caught them and beat them with a switch. Matilda never forgot the look of sheer terror on her face and what she said.

Don't you ever go in them woods again. Them trees only like their own. 

She heard Jojo's feet click across the linoleum knowing that he was going for the door. Matilda followed Rusty's bowlegged gait.

"Umph. Well I guess I wouldn't be much of a genius loci if I didn't do something about this rain." Rusty had his hands on his hips clucking his tongue. She was wondering why Jojo was walking with them. He hated the rain.

Matilda felt something shift. As if Rusty had did something so slight, she might have missed it if she hadn't paid attention. The rain stopped. Completely. It was like he turned off a faucet. There was no thunder, though she did not fail to notice that lightning still spiderwebbed the sky. "It ain't strikin' here so I ain't much worried 'bout it." His gray eyes scanned above him. "It's a bad temporal storm though. Yes ma'am. Gonna be some wild mess about if we don't get goin'"

"You're a what now?" He had already ambled down the porch steps with Jojo in tow. Then he was on was halfway past her garden-though Matilda did not see him between the steps and the worn path. It was like he was a movie skipping a scene instead of fast forwarding...

Only she was right next to him and she had just opened her screen door. Matilda hadn't taken a step..."Now gal, I'd be happy to elaborate on what I am and how I got this way but the world is tearin' apart just a lil so we gon' have to save that for later." He nodded down the path. "Walk wit' me like Jojo doin' and we'll get to where we goin' quicker. You seen how it works. I know 'cause I let ya."

"Can I ask questions?"

"Better not to. Skippin' through time and space within a designated area will do things to your personal time."

He started walking again. There was light Matilda had noticed so she could see but her lights weren't on. Jojo was crouched over pooping one second, which made Rusty shoot him a dirty look.

Then Matilda barely missed a branch. The ground was still wet but there was no moisture on the leaves nor bark. She should have heard frogs singing and crickets chirruping but the wood was strangely quiet. It felt like she was being watched.

"You are." Rusty called back. "This where my influence and this Gate gets tangled." He had an old gas lantern in hand now. Where he got it from was anyone's guess. "Them trees know me and Jojo a little but they don't nothin' 'bout you and you feel like one of 'em. That must have 'em spooked a lil I reckon."

And she felt them too watching her. They were like tendrils of consciousness more than eyes she imagined. Not like the faeries incessant nattering. It was detached, logical, infinitely patient. They had all the time in the world only because time moved so slow for them. This made her somewhat more reverent to her surroundings. She looked at the birch and oak and even pine and yet other trees she had no name for. The light played off of their trunks eerily making them look as if they had their own glow.

She looked back for a path and was not surprised that she didn't find one. "Come on gal. Just a little further." Matilda heard Jojo say something to which Rusty replied. "You better not piss on them trees. Ain't nobody territory here."

Rusty's light swung ponderously as he walked ahead. Matilda didn't fail to notice that he wasn't skipping-it was the only term she had for it-like he was on the farm. Rusty was agile enough in the dark, not making so much as sound across the leaf litter and detritus but he paused and not because he was waiting for her. She could hear him wheezing.

"I ain't never been to this place man." Jojo sounded so tiny. "It's too big here and it smells-" He yipped, growled. "-like it smells too much. My nose confused as Hell ese."

"It's the Gate, Jojo. 'Member what I told you?" Matilda was right behind the groundskeeper now. He held the lantern as he cast his eyes about. "A this is a Gate to Twilight. The rules are different there, here. Your nose ain't no good this close to one. Hell, neither am I really." He turned to Matilda. "Hilda was the only one who could take us there."

Before she could respond, she felt the weight of Witchfinger pull her left side down, crunching leaves beneath it. Matilda would have fell on her backside if she hadn't propped herself up with it. Yet again, she had not thought to summon it. Perhaps it was just like Cricket said. Witchfinger might know what to do even when she didn't. Hopefully, it wouldn't happen so much when she actually got some experience. For now, she hoped it would do something. Both Rusty and Jojo were looking at her. "What now?"

"Can I pee on that?" Jojo asked.

"Mebbe you should." Rusty said thoughtfully. "Might be of help sometime soon."

"Seriously?" Matilda asked. Rusty shrugged. She already heard Jojo doing his business on it. She felt a shrill go through the bat-shaped wand. The shiver made her fidget in place. "The fuck was that?!"

"Magic." Rusty said flatly. "Think you can find your way there now?"

"I can! I can!" Jojo was jumping about, stirring up leaves. "I got this!" He bounded back where they came from, jumping over a rotting log before yipping again. "Come on! Whatchu waitin' for?"

Matilda decided to forgo the question of isn't that the  way we came from? as she was quite sure the trees around her had swallowed the trail. They say the dark plays tricks on your eyes but no; they had walked this far in and she almost got slapped in the face with a branch. That clearing they went through had closed up.

Rusty stayed closed to her. The light swung back and forth with his gait. In the shadows, she thought, was when they moved. Each time he brought the gas lantern to a stand still, the scenery had changed slightly.

Were they being herded? She didn't want to ask that now. Jojo was barking and calling for them to catch up. The sweet, sickly smell of rot was in her nose. Matilda looked up through the canopy. There were stars there she did not recognize. There was no sound save for them traversing the forest floor. Not even wind sighed in the trees.

Jojo didn't seem to feel any danger. Every time Matilda caught sight of him, his tail  was wagging like he could lift off. He would hop around in circles urging them to haste.

It could have been thirty minutes or hour, perhaps more of trekking before Jojo yelled that he found it. They had gone in circles and doubled back and yet they hadn't accidentally crossed it she was sure.

They scrambled down an outcropping of rocks, another landmark they had not crossed, covered in moss and flowers. Rusty didn't have his lantern for they did not need it; indeed as Rusty had said, it was twilight. Right before dusk it seemed but not quite giving her just enough sunlight to see. She heard birdsong. Squirrels capered up the nearby trees mostly because Jojo was barking at them.

Rusty didn't have to indicate the Gate in question. It was made of gray-white stone slabs stacked on top of each other. The stones were not quarried, retaining their original shape but they interlocked effectively enough not to topple over. It had two posts upon which two stone gargoyles perched, one being broken in half. It was not an impressive gate either; with the gargoyle included, it only came barely to her waist. It wasn't very wide either, perhaps being thirty feet in length. The Gate wasn't connected to anything; it looked honestly to her half built. That was not what awed her.

When she looked through the Gate, the view always changed though the time did not. There was forest and snow one second then the forest was part of an oasis, then there was an asphalt road and trees. Always at sundown. One time, a boy with an afro and a green hoody she swore caught sight of her, shaking his head with a bushy-browed scowl before blinking out of existence.

She crept to the other side of the Gate and the same thing happened. Matilda knew Rusty was on the other side of it but she couldn't see him. "Don't go through there now." Rusty said. He had found a large relatively smooth rock to sit on. "That might be the Gate but you don't know how to make a Way yet. Might get yaself lost in some alternate dimension if'n ya ain't careful."

"Christ on cracker." Matilda ran her fingers through her red hair before chewing on her thumb. "I'm supposed to guard this thing."



"Kinda hard to swallow."

"I just saw myself point at myself." She gulped. It was a blink but she was dressed in flowing green robes, her fingers curved about a staff with a hunk of jagged amber at its end. Her face was twisted in rage. "Holy shit Rusty. Why does this feel like-"

"Feels like you've tried to avoid it?"

"Yes." Her heart was hammering in her chest. It was like she had been running but her feet weren't moving. "Of course I would. This is the Gate. The fucking Gate Rusty!"

"What's wrong?" Jojo was walking circles around her. "You alright?"

"I don't know. I don't know." Matilda really didn't know. She was leaning on Witchfinger one minute-

-then she was standing with the Pine Witch the next. She was just like she had remembered, a small, gnarled, hunched old woman swaddled in rags. Her shopping cart rattled with cans and various other trinkets stuffed in trash bags that threatened to overflow. The Crone's face was in shadow underneath her shawl, her hooked nose sticking out like a claw, the one wart prominent on its end. "About time Groundskeeper." Her voice sounded as dry as bleached, cracked bone. "I was beginning to get impatient."

Rusty guffawed, slapping his thigh as he pulled from a pipe. "Bein' that you a quantum anomaly, I'ma gon' 'head and count that as humor." The Pine Witch made a gesture like she could shoo him off which made him laugh harder.

"Though annoying, I must say you are one of the more tolerable minor gods that I have to deal with." She turn her body towards Matilda with a rickety shuffle. "And you my dear are one of the more obedient wood users. You always come back here no matter what the cost. Most aren't brave enough to pay it." She stretched a bony arm covered in rings and beaded jewelry. "This will be your Gate Matilda Mae. Count yourself lucky. You have had others in less pleasant places I can assure."

"What do you mean 'my Gate'?" Rusty was still laughing somewhat. As always, the Crone was without humor or patience. JoJo must have sensed Matilda Mae's unease as he yipped at the Pine Witch before being cowed with a glance.

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'?" She spat. "This is your Gate dear. This is where you will deal with those things that would threaten your home dimension." The Crone snorted. "I swear, we can never get past the part where you ask pointless questions. Every time I see you, this curiosity is with you. I would wonder when you'll be rid of it only that there is no specific 'when' for our kind." She nodded "At least this part is happening on schedule."

Witchfinger was now rooted in the ground or at least part of it was before it snapped off. The bat itself was repaired, winding and threading new wood to remake it's shape. The part that was in the ground grew from sapling to adulthood in seconds. It's new roots split the ground by Matilda's feet. When it was finished, it's branches were heavy with oranges. "Fittin'." Rusty said after a puff.

"Remember this child." The Crone pointed at the new tree. "Oranges. That fruit is important to you now. Also, get your little beast to urinate on it as well. That's the first of the magic he's going to have to get."

"I'm gonna get some magic?!" Jojo was bouncing around and barking in delight. "'Bout time man."

"It'll be hard won." The Pine Witch seemed to suck the joy right of the chihuahua. He was shaking and not in a good way. She turned to Matilda. "Take your familiar with you and do not use the Cat Lady's Way to go nor return. If your master thinks to do differently, let him but that has nothing to do with you. He may throw his life away as he pleases." She began to push her buggy towards the gate. "Remember!" She called without looking back. "Oranges! Your familiar! The Gate! Use these and you may yet survive that narcissus!"

Matilda thought that she might see the old witch pass through the gate but the moment she blinked, she was gone.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

A Journal By Some Guy 48

Hello Journ,

So, I have a lot of things on my mind as of late. In fact allow me to just lay back on this couch here. Oh, sorry about the leather. Let me take my shoes off, wiggle my toes a bit-ah there we go. I like how it squeaks. Imported? Yes it must be.

I would not say that I've been stressed, well not stressed anymore than usual. I seem to be busy as of late, pursuing this goal and that. Procrastinating on some things only by prioritizing others. Is that what growing up is? Or is that just being disciplined? Could I have learned these things years ago?

Journ-Oh I'm sorry-Doctor Journ with all your fancy degrees, I'm learning more about myself. My development and lack thereof. It frightens me really. To realize that these things that I have examined in others I see in myself. Sometimes I think my lack of a father figure has made me unable to keep a relationship. Perhaps I just don't know the paradigm necessary in order to sustain one. I think on it often Doctor on rather or I am able to have that family. Do I want a son? Of course. A wife definitely. A home and maybe a legacy.

But I am alone Doctor. I always have been.

Does that bother me? Of course not. Let me be crass in my honesty, fuck the world. This horrible chaos that we pass for civilization. Humans are animals good Doctor and society but the cage we are put in. Therefore, it really makes no difference rather or not I socialize does it? Because it's all excrement isn't it? We're all just looking for a reason to kill each other in some way. We break and wonder why things aren't built and I am no different.

This wall is of my own making. My wall within these walls because I know we all have them.

We're on a tangent though. Me as a family is laughable. Yes I understand that. I'm far too nomadic. I drift. I wander. And what of it? So anybody can have a maybe baby and take a crack at it but I should think about it? Why yes, I should but would I be so terrible? Am I not terrible for asking if I would be?

Fancy degrees Doctor Journ do not give you license to judge.

I'm learning also to be kinetic. To keep doing things. Routines and what have you. Time management. Ah! See? Made you smile. Took your advice and stopped loafing about. I can't just hesitate anymore because that leads to procrastination. It's hard but I'm learning. I mean really all I have is time.

And I've got to finish stories. And drawing.

There's a Russian saying doctor about chasing two rabbits and catching neither instead of going after one. Sometimes I'm discouraged about the drawing part. I don't know where to start and it makes me hesitate.

Then other times I just say fuck it and draw whatever and have fun with it. I don't know Doc. Taking things seriously just doesn't work for sometimes. It's unneeded pressure. You know what? I am going to draw some of the best hentai ever.

Don't sigh like that Doctor. I need you here with me, OK? You wanted a break through well here we go. I wanna draw porn one day, classy porn. Why? Don't even ask because you know why. We've had this conversation. My bank statements is proof of that.

Long winded but the point is, when I really want to do something, I usually just do it because it's fun. Will it be fun to draw cat girls doing things? By that thoughtful nod, I know your answer ergo if such a thing motivates me to get a skill then how bad can that be really? I want both rabbits. I want to write and draw, not just naughty things, but mainstream things as well. Porn is just opening the door.

To me, this sort opens up avenues for future growth. If I really want to do something, I do it. I really want to make Studio Magi one day. I really want a family. I really want what I want and when the time is right, I'll get it. No rushing Doctor. Patience.

The game is coming along fine of course. The Clone is being the proverbial hermit with it. I contributed to new ideas to it in order to fill some holes here and there. I'm being helpful on it and really that's what is important. The dragon conversation began to straighten a few things out world building wise. I'm taking notes on that. I will finish that Cricket story! The Ogre will be great Doctor and there is Rusty to consider. Something about werewolves has got me scratching ideas. Then there is Doombringer. Sort of Doctor Who...Doctor. Heh. I couldn't resist. It's something along the lines of Mary Poppins slash Tim Burton something. Her being black might be a hard sell but she's got a British accent but it's not very posh and-

Oh what? Time's up? How can that be?

Well I'll guess we'll do this again Doctor. I'm talking and that's what's important right? Besides you're getting paid and I'm getting introspective and isn't that what we all want?

And how about that receptionist huh? Oh...that's your daughter?...

Well, better hit the old dusty trail....

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Quickies: Interlude

Masturbating relieved stress for her. It always had.

She had just barely missed Tire, Lube and Battery closing at Wally's World. The smiling bespectacled cartoon version of Wally Worth on the sign seemed to mock her. Not fast enough but please remember the rest of the store is open twenty four hours! The older Hispanic gentleman had been sincere when he said they were already servicing three cars. She saw the vehicles and also that there was only one other technician besides himself handling them. Though it rankled her, she didn't see the point of making a big deal about it.

He'd be annoyed that the Corolla didn't have it's oil changed but he'd be furious if she was late, which was why she was in the car masturbating to make sure that she was.

It wasn't going to be so late that his meeting with Hiroshi would be messed up. Tabitha knew that was important for many reasons both sexual and business. She had been looking forward to it ever since Rodney had the prototype working. It would just be enough for her to relieve some stress and in turn for him whom she knew was going to punish her.

And he would she thought. As sure as the sun rose he would.

The Corolla was Rodney's car. It wasn't suited to her long legs or frame. A quick jill off was easier in her Cherokee. Tabitha had to struggle a bit to spread her legs like she wanted to. She dared not adjust the seat for fear of Rodney's suspicions.

Try as she might though, she couldn't get comfortable. Her knees were practically around the wheel as it was. She could still try. Pull up her skirt. Bare with it. Tabitha hadn't plan on taking her stockings off anyway. The pressure of her clit against the fabric had been torture all day. Rodney had insisted though. They were already wet.

"But I'm not relaxed enough to play." She said aloud. Tabitha looked in the mirror and adjusted her glasses. Her mini-fro was immaculate as ever with it's blond ends. Make up just so. Not too much. Her lips and eyes were big enough as they were. Just a little eye shadow. Rouge if she was feeling daring. Just your average grade school teacher in business attire.

"I need it though." She was playing with her left nipple ring. Another thing Rodney had to have. She had argued at first. Wasn't the tongue and clit enough? No. She'd like it. It would hurt but it was best. Trust me he said. Didn't you with the clit piercing he asked as flicked it back and forth.

She was getting out of the car. Tabitha didn't know why masturbating in public seemed like a rational idea at the time. Perhaps Rodney edging her for three days made her loopy.

It was thirty minutes after the shop closed down. No one ever parked on this side even when it was open. The sky was already starting to dim under an overcast sky. There were storage containers around. Even some trees. It wouldn't be to hard to explain why she was there. Besides, she wasn't going to cum. Couldn't.

Your orgasm is mine. His words bounced around in her head as she walked across the asphalt. The meeting with Hiroshi is where he promised her she could cum. Even as she went about the trees, scanning for a place, it made her giddy to think about it. Edging sessions usually lasted a day at most. Three was unheard of.

Why was she risking it? She was so close. All she had to do was go home. Tabitha didn't have to be a brat. She wanted the discipline. He wanted her to slap her just a little. Choke her with just the right restraint when he wanted something. To gag on him just because he could make her...

No. She should just go home. Dumb Tabitha. She was climbing back up the small incline back\past the trees. The sky was less gold and more indigo. There was still time for her to be early which for Rodney was on time.

Then a beat up Jeep pulled in front of the cluster of trees with a screech of abused breaks. The surprise almost made Tabitha trip.

The engine died. The lights as well. The screaming that passed for music was turned down. She was sure that she was spotted but the people inside went on talking as if they hadn't.

She recognized Silver immediately though she had never really seen him; his prematurely graying hair made that evident. All that she knew of him outside of that had come from Rodney and Hiroshi's talks. Rodney was indifferent to him. Hiroshi hated the ground he walked upon. Tabitha had never asked about their history with him because, well, she was married to Rodney. There wasn't any other man for her.

If she walked on the incline around the containers, Tabitha could manage to get to her car. Didn't make sense to be skulking. She hadn't even done anything yet...

Then the chubby Latina got out of the front seat after the Asian girl said something to her.

Her eyes told Tabitha what had transpired. She avoided eye contact with Silver and the chunky Asian girl. The Asian girl's voice carried even when she was whispering. You couldn't hear the red head Latina and Silver's shock was only apparent by how nervous he acted. Tabitha's hand went down between her thighs.

The Asian girl straddled the middle console. Directing? Tabitha knew she was. She couldn't see everything but she saw most of it. The Latina could only be doing one thing with her face down in Silver's lap. She was in the shadows, watching, trying to control the heat that was spreading across her. Voyeurism was strangely enough taboo in their marriage for the most part. Rodney had no interest in watching anyone but Tabitha couldn't help it. Wouldn't it. The thought of watching people fuck like no one was watching while someone was actually watching excited her. The fact that it was actually happening in front of her almost pushed her over the edge.

And they hadn't saw her. So busy the Asian girl now as in the backseat with her sub that they hadn't looked up. Silver's face was twisted in delicious agony caught between an ugly snarl and a beatific sigh.

Tabitha's pussy was swollen. Her clit was large enough already but between the piercing, wetness, and the friction of her stockings, it was almost too much. Her juices were dripping down her thighs, soaking through the material. If she didn't know better, she might've thought she'd peed herself but no. When she rubbed her chi chi it was running like a faucet. Slobbering to be filled.

She had to get away. Watching them through the lengthening shadows of the evening was too much for her. Tabitha didn't need to masturbate now. She had to fuck.

Walking fast made her thighs rub together. She had to stop once or twice just so the sensation didn't send her over the edge. Even the feather touch of the wind seemed like a lover's fingers on her skin.

Tabitha fumbled with Rodney's keys, almost dropping them in the dark before clumsily finding the keyhole. She cursed remembering that she had the clicker to open it automatically.

Rodney. She checked her I-Phone. It wasn't too late.

Silver. The Asian girl. The Latina. Fucking like rabbits as a stranger masturbated in the shadows. Tabitha was forcing herself to breathe. She couldn't trust herself to start the car until she knew she could. When she did, she tore out the parking lot hoping Rodney didn't notice how slick she had the seat.


Rodney was in his easy chair. His five foot eight muscular frame seemed relaxed under an ash gray dress shirt and dark slacks. He wore no shoes because no one wore them in the three bedroom ranch style house. His beard was freshly trimmed. His ceasar cut resembled the black waves of an iron dark sea. Red suspenders with a red bow tie to match.

Tabitha tried not to meet his eyes but she could feel him watching.

He had his pocket watch out as if to show her why he was displeased. Its ticking wasn't loud but it was there. She heard it. Remembered the training. The correction and the discipline that facilitated it.

She hurried to their bedroom. Tabitha tried not to smile.

It was coming. The storm was on it's way. She was putting her shoes away as a pretense. There wasn't much else she'd have time to do. Her heart was hammering in her chest.

The door to the bedroom closed. Tabitha had left it open on purpose.

She could hear the unbuckling of his belt before she got out of the closet. He wanted to use her because he was disappointed and angry. Her being not as early had unnerved him.

Tabitha wanted him to command her. To say knees in that deep voice of his so that she could feel how much he wanted it but he shouldn't have to; he had trained her better than that.

He grabbed a handful of her hair, his heavy erection slapping her in the face before he forced himself down her throat. Rodney didn't give her time to get a rhythm. He was using her mouth however he pleased. It poked her jaw, made her gag as it stabbed her throat. When she tried to pull away, he slapped her lightly on the face, guiding her back to him as her slobber dripped down his shaft.

"You little slut." He said between clenched teeth. "You know I gotta tie you up and make you presentable. You know that shit." His dick went down her throat unexpectedly. She breathed through her nose but he was literally fucking her face. She tried to pull away but his grip held her in place. "No bitch. Don't you dare turn your head from me. Give me your fucking throat. You owe it to me. Say you don't you bitch. Say it." Tabitha couldn't. Not with his cock down her gullet. Not when tears were in her eyes. Not when she was so impossibly wet. And he knew this too. Demanded that he show him.

"You brat." He sucked her fingers clean. "Did you cum?"

"No sir."

"You better not have." He yanked her up to her feet by her arm, dragging her to the bed though Tabitha dared not struggled. "Your orgasm is mine Tabitha. Repeat."

"My orgasm is yours."

"Yours what?"

"Yours sir."

He pushed on the bed. Tabitha was on her back for all of five seconds before Rodney was on top of her, cock painfully hard, bobbing angrily. Like her, He hadn't come either. The edging was mutual. "Don't you fucking smile bitch." He growled. "You can't smile with a dick in your mouth."

Again, she was being face fucked. He was holding her arms down, using his weight so that she couldn't move as he straddled her head. She could see the agony his eyes. Rodney literally had to slow down as they went wild in his head.

All it would take was a lick and he'd spew in her mouth. All on her face. He'd be like a balloon, slowing deflating as she literally sucked the will out of him. It was so easy and Rodney must have knew this as he pulled out of her mouth, holding the tip of his penis to halt his orgasm.The look he gave her was feverish.

"You think that's it for you little bitch?" He went between her legs. He flicked her clit ring. Tabitha yelped despite herself. "You think I didn't see that smile? Huh?" He slapped her across the face again before his large hand clasped her throat. "Answer me."

"Yes sir." She took a breath as he began tearing a hole in the middle of her stockings. Ripping up clothing always made her horny. He watched her as he did it.

"Don't you cum. You don't get to yet." He pulled her to the edge of the bed, making the hole bigger before shoving his full length into her. Tabitha gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to let the shiver not turn into an orgasm. Rodney wasn't any better. His member twitched inside of her. Tabitha could feel his pulse through his dick.

The storm was coming but not yet. "What's the matter Tabitha? You didn't come did you?" She could sense the small tremor in his voice. It was a Mexican stand off. Both of them dared not to move.

"No sir."

"Good girl." He knew what that did to her. It was like a switch in her brain that was connected to her chi chi. Pavlovian in the fact that it made her salivate. "You're so fucking wet. I'm not gonna change this comforter when Hiroshi comes over with Ai." He sighed in pleasure, breathing and pacing himself as he plowed her pussy slowly. All the way in and out, stretching only so much. A promise of things to come. "I want them to see that spot you tall chocolate bitch." He groaned. She felt the basso in her stomach it was so deep. Tabitha was sighing, biting her lip and hoping the pain would distract her. "Yes! You're such a well trained slut. Look at your face." He growled, slamming himself into her soaking mound, surprising her. Her toes curled. Rodney twisted her right nipple. The pain made her flop like a fish.

She felt so weak. Tabitha was gulping breath, Her orgasm was just a wrong movement away. It was awful. She had been falling forever and yet to hit the ground. Her body was aflame.

Rodney pulled out of her, the sound like a sloppy kiss. She was too tall to sit up and suck his cock on the bed so automatically she was on her knees again like the well trained sub she was. Tabitha literally slid across the spot in question not failing to notice her thighs were just as moist.

His dick looked like it was covered in melted sugar from tip to testicles. It was all her and she knew it. "Clean it." His voice was husky. Rodney was breathing like a bull. "And don't you dare steal it from me. You'll take my seed when I say you will. Understand?"

"Yes sir."


She licked the length of his dick, daring to look up at him. Even in the dim light of the lamp, she could see how his eyes were squeezed shut. He looked so much like Silver when he was in the Jeep.

Tabitha massaged his balls. His scrotum was tight. Rodney was ready to blow. His shotgun could Hemingway her at any time. But no, she wanted to torture him. Show him that she could be a good girl even when she was doing bad.

Rodney moaned but said nothing, only running his thick fingers through her fro before they trailed down the back of her neck. She took him in his mouth in one smooth motion. He grunted forcing her to stay on it longer than she wanted to.

He pulled away from her almost losing his balance. Tabitha kept her head down as if she didn't notice.

"Good girl..." He was breathing hard as he fumbled with his belt. "Now go clean yourself up."


Hiroshi said he was filming something in the drive way by text. It gave Rodney time to make some last minute adjustments to her like making sure her ball gag was secure and that she was comfortable being on her knees.

Just as she had been told, Tabitha had taken a shower. Overly sensitized as she was, it should have been cold but she needed the extra heat to make sure she was scoured clean. Her nipples were still hard. The water running over sex was enough to make her turn away with a shudder.

Then Rodney had been tender. He was there with a towel drying her off. From head to toe. His silence was almost reverent. He rubbed her down with lotion, massaging her arms, back and legs making her wet again. She stood still enough to notice the steam leaving the bathroom and to see the intensity in his eyes. She loved the attention.

He picked out what she would wear already. Panties and a matching bra. Victoria's Secret. Black lace. She would be wearing stockings that came up to her waist.

After he tied her up with white hemp rope, special order of course. It was in the Japanese style. The rope crisscrossed her belly and around her breasts and inner thighs ultimately binding her wrists and arms behind her back. Rodney checked to see how tight he was binding her, careful and patient with every twist and loop. She felt more like he was tying her up with art. The tension of the rope always made her helpless in a pleasant way.

"I'll be timing you." He said before he put the ball gag in her mouth. Rodney showed her the remote. It was purple with four pink buttons for the intensity with one large button at the top. It was a little larger than a lighter fitting into his hand so that a quicker eye wouldn't see it. To demonstrate, he showed his other hand with the pocket watch. Tabitha watched the hands until it went to the next minute.

He clicked the button.Tabitha was breathing through her nose to keep her composure. She had been trained. She could do this.

Hiroshi was a little shorter than Rodney which she supposed is why that had gotten along so famously in high school. With his shaved head and open smiling face, one could easily mistake him for a monk somewhere if not for the shades he wore indoors all the time. Unlike Rodney, he was more business casual; his red striped shirt was a button up with no tie. He wore slacks with matching red Chuck Taylors. He smiled and greeted Rodney like the old friend he was. They talked about the gym for Roshi needed a place to workout while he was over this way.

Three minutes had passed Tabitha knew because Rodney clicked the remote.

Tabitha tried not to sag from relief but that had been close. Though they had been practicing for weeks, she almost gave in. Eyes fluttering, she saw Ai for the first time.

She was easily six foot which confirmed that Roshi and Rodney both shared an Amazon fetish. She was in a two piece business suit of navy blue with short dark brown hair cut bowl shaped. It framed her round face in a way that made her look innocent. She was biting her lip, shifting her weight from side to side in her stocking covered feet, her eyes squeezed shut.

Tabitha knew that look. "Had to do some on the spot filming in the car." Hiroshi said casually. There was a small crack, the telltale sign of leather against skin followed by Ai yelping. "Come on now. No dawdling. Put all that away. Don't just sit there with it."

She heard it again. Tabitha spied the little riding crop in Hiroshi's hand this time. Ai melted away from their conversation. Rodney clicked the button again.

"She's nice." Rodney remarked. Tabitha tried not to rock back and forth. He set the level higher. She barely got through the last three minutes. "The riding crop works for you?"

"Oh tons man. I mean, like we always say, discipline is not abuse. I can hit Ai all day with this and if I don't get to crazy it isn't bad enough to leave anything permanent." She groaned against the ball gag. Wetness was pooling between her thighs. The vibration seemed to come from everywhere. The prototype was doing better than he hoped. She heard Ai yelp again. Hiroshi was demonstrating his technique. He was hitting her on the backs of her thighs as she put vinyl bags full of video equipment away. Ai had big thighs with welts from previous sessions.

Rodney turned around with a smile before clicking the remote. Hiroshi noticed her. "Is that Tabby?"

"It is." Hiroshi walked over with Rodney in tow. He had seen her before at parties and at a restaurant once or twice but this was his first time seeing her like this.

She saw Hiroshi's erection. The myths seemed to have exceptions. "Look how you tied her up Rod!" He gasped as he circled around her. "Is that hemp rope my man?"

"It. Is." Rodney was smiling from ear to ear. If she could smile with the gag in her mouth, Tabitha would have.

"And white rope over black lingerie and stockings. Perfect contrast in color and skin tone." Roshi shook his head from side to side with a smile. "Fuck you Rod." Rodney burst out laughing with Roshi as he clicked the remote. A higher setting than last time.

"What?" Tabitha couldn't help but twist now. Roshi was staring at her with naked fascination. Ai hovered behind him observing her as well even as she squirmed herself.

"The fuck are you doing to her?" Tabitha could feel her nipples press against her bra. The pierced one was unbearable. The rope seemed to make her torture worse. Pulling against just added another sensation that could send her over the edge.

Rodney clicked the remote. Two minutes this time. He tipped her and Tabitha fell on her side. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her vision swam as the almost orgasm danced up her spine. He pulled down her stockings. "This is what I'm doing to her."

The toy was egg shaped. Purple with a ribbon of pink around the rounder end. Like Rodney's cock it was covered in her juices. He held it to the light so all could see it. "I call it the Vegg." He announced proudly. "Wireless for public use. One battery for the remote. The other for the egg. Smooth gel outer coating. Different skins in case you want it ribbed or bumpy. Water proof. Lube friendly."

"That is impressive." Roshi said honestly then smiled. "Can Ai clean it?" Rodney nodded and he handed the messy toy to Roshi who held it up to Ai's face.

She lapped at it like it was ice cream, moaning at it's sweetness. Her put it her mouth as she slurped every last bit of it up. "How good was it?" Roshi asked.

"So good...so sweet. Mmmmm." She groaned and shook. "I want more."

"Sorry pet but Rodney doesn't like to share." He pouted comically casting a glance at Tabitha. "Though I wished he did. That kitty looks tasty."

"You know she's mine Roshi." Rodney laughed but its undercurrent was a bit tense. He took the Vegg, placing it where it once before, nestled under her clit with her stockings holding it in place. Tabitha liked that he could be jealous. "I wouldn't ask you for Ai."

"I know, I know." Roshi was nonplussed. "Ai. Footstool." Ai got on her knees as he took a recliner opposite Rodney. He propped his socked feet up on the small of her back, digging his heels into her. Tabitha didn't fail to notice how Ai sighed in ecstasy. She was definitely a masochist. "You've just trained her so damn well man! Can you really blame me?"

Rodney shrugged with a smile. "I suppose not."

"Just like your Pokemon cards in high school. So damn possessive!" He pulled up Ai's skirt revealing her ass with similar angry welts to match the ones on her thighs. He snatched down her pantyhose and pulled out a vibrator from inside of her. That explained the writhing.

She didn't think someone could be as wet as her. Roshi clicked it off, inspecting it with academic scrutiny. "I just use Ai. However I want. You're always so structured. I like stuff on the fly." He dug his foot into Ai one good time before springing to his feet. He bent in front of Ai pushing the toy down her throat. Ai didn't gag, letting the toy go into her mouth without effort.

Rodney clicked on the Vegg. "I've never had Ai use a safe word once."

"Neither for Tabitha." In and out the blue toy went. Ai mewled, her tongue peeking out ever so often.

"And she's pierced." Roshi said in a faraway voice. His hand was in Ai's blouse. It was if Tabitha could feel Roshi cup and squeeze her breasts. "Both nips. Clit. And tongue."

"Tabitha takes her tongue ring out for school but I don't want both her nipples pierced. One needs to be exclusively for pain."

"Exclusively you say?" He slapped Ai hard on her back side. It echoed through the house startling Tabitha...

....And that's all it took. Tabitha shook like she was having a seizure. It was too sudden that ass slap. Too unexpected for her not to see Ai's tall frame quake with joy. She shouldn't have squeezed her thighs together but the Vegg was on four. She was screaming against the gag. Stars were bursting behind her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. She would be thrashing on the floor if the rope hadn't been so tight about her, biting into skin as she railed against it.

It seemed like forever and brief. She caught snatches of their faces as they watched. Roshi was in awe. Rodney was trying to look disappointed but he was too pleased with himself to fake it.

"You little whore." He used the rope across her chest to pull her to her knees. "You just couldn't wait." He unstrapped the gag before unzipping his pants.

"Punishment Rod?"

"Punishment Roshi." He grabbed her buy her mini-fro again. "Been edging her for three days and in one minute thirty-seven seconds it's all gone down the drain." Rodney slapped her in the face with his erection. She noticed the precum at the tip. "Good sub indeed. She can be such a brat sometimes. Pardon me for a second."

"By all means." Roshi said with a chuckle. Rodney began face fucking her again, slow and deep just like Roshi had done his sub.

Was he trying to show off? Did he want Roshi to know that she gave head just as good as Ai if not better?

Saliva was dripping out of her mouth. Tabitha relaxed in his grip. He steadied her more than anything, pushing his hips in languorously as he took advantage of her. "Little whore." He whispered. "You liked cumming didn't you? Yes you did. Don't fucking lie. You couldn't help yourself you greedy bitch." She caught Ai in her peripheral licking her lips, trying her best to concentrate as Roshi busied himself slapping her thighs his crop. Rodney was putting on a show for them and enjoying every moment almost losing himself before shrinking away from her.

Slobber dripped down her chin. "Not yet little bitch. I'm saving that for show time."


Roshi and Ai turned there bedroom in a make shift studio moving in sync in a way that could only have come from experience. There was lighting and cords snaking about the floor. A tripod was set up for the main camera while Roshi had a handheld for individual shots and close ups. He had a laptop to view his podcast-slash-video on his site Roshi's Island along with one connected to their flat screen television.

She could see herself on the LCD. Tabitha was already soaked through her hose. Rodney had untied her only to strap her ankles and wrists to a black aluminum bar under her. It kept her ass in the air and her face in the pillow and didn't let her do much else.

"And our faces aren't going to be shown?" She heard Rodney ask from somewhere behind her.

"Rod. We go too far back for that." Roshi sounded like he was on her right maybe. "If you want masks, hey, I got 'em but honestly I'm only rolling with a static shot here. I got this one, " He paused to show Rodney the camera maybe? "for close-ups and all that and you're only fucking her one way. The action is pretty centered. Worse comes to worse, if I find something during editing, I'll blur it but honestly bro, don't sweat it."

"Ir's going to stream live though-"

"Yup. I'm thinking maybe fifteen minutes at the most. Thirty if you're feeling like putting on a show but you and I know both know this is about the toy." He chuckled. She thought she heard him pat him on the back. "Relax! Neither camera is going above your waists. Ai? Are we good?"

"Yes boss. Everything is set up we're ready to stream in five."

"Excellent! Rod do you what this is? What this could be?" He paused again before letting Rodney answer. "The first of its fucking kind bro! This is damn near an infomercial for a sex toy, your sex toy on my porn site! Sure they've got company sponsored crap but live? Where people can see how to use the damn thing?! Tell me you're not backing out of this man."

"Oh Hell no." Rodney had gotten his confidence back. "We've gone too far to turn back now. I like being an IT alright but this is the dream."

"Damn right. Ai! We're a go. Rod take your place." Tabitha felt Rodney climb up on the bed. She could see him as her head was turned towards the television. He was nude save for a pair of dress socks, straddling her as he jerked off in preparation.

"I'm gonna fuck you with no mercy." She could see him stiffening up again, the veins like rivers. "I'm gonna enjoy filling up your pussy with my seed and fucking you still." He took a shaky breath. "No pauses you chocolate bitch. No. You want this. You want to cum like a wanton harlot and you want everyone to see."

"Yes." She whispered. The thought thrilled her more than she bargained for. People were going to watch her be fucked. They'd be getting off on her as she got off. They'd never know who she was. She could pass the pervert on the street and they'd never know.

But she would. She'd know they blew their load to her. That fingers had probed pussies wishing they were her. "You're so ready." He tore a hole in these stockings as well but not so wide. The Vegg would still hold in place. "Dripping wet slit. You're hungry for this aren't you?"

"Yes sir." He slapped her ass hard. The pain made her jerk against the bar.

"Alright." Ai said in a booming voice. "We're live in 3,2, 1...."

"Hey, hey, hey pervs and pervettes! It's your Uncle Roshi again and you're on Roshi's Island streaming live with the best smut the net has to offer!

"Now usually I just have any one of our amateur models or my main cum bucket Ai on here streaming live, on shoot, for that authentic semi-pro wank material you've all come accustom to but this time, and I hope many times after, we've got product placement!"

Tabitha saw Roshi on the screen. He changed out of his striped shirt for a yellow and blue Hawaiian one, opened to reveal his muscled torso. "This, is the future. I introduce," With a flourish he produced the toy in front of the camera, ooohhhing and aaahhhing for dramatic effect. "the Vegg. And no, that's not like veg as in the vegetable I was fucking Ai with the other week. This is Vehg like in vibrating egg. Wireless, water proof, lube friendly, with different skins for different sins!

"And yes folks, we will be using it today because Uncle Roshi's not endorsing a toy someone couldn't get their rocks off on! Uh uh! Not this smut peddler!" He gave the toy reverently to Rodney. "And what's more is the inventor has given his blessing for it to be used on this podcast. Why? Because he knows the right degenerates will see his genius! And now without further delay...The Vegg."

Rodney slipped the Vegg into her stockings. It whirred to life. "Don't hold back." He whispered. "Show time."

"Yes sir!" Her body began to shake. Rodney entered her rough, filling her until his balls slapped against the toy. She came immediately, crying out without having to pace herself.

"Oh my God!" She wailed. "It's so deep. Oh God it's so deep Jesus!" He was slamming into her hard enough to make the headboard hit the wall. He saw the shot zoom in on her pussy. She was creaming and squirting like a busted fire hydrant. Tabitha pulled against the bar. The leather manacles bit into her wrists and ankles as she shook and twisted.

"So many hits..." Roshi said looking at his laptop. "And they're actually asking about the Vegg..."

"Her pussy is so fucking beautiful." Ai was breathing heavy. "I wanna taste her so bad Roshi. I can't even stand it! And she's squirts so good."

"Yeah she does." Sweat from Rodney's brow splashed on her back. He was growling and slapping her ass. Tabitha was hopping from one orgasm to the next, riding them like waves as she her husband fucked her like a whore. "Been saving that cum haven't you bitch? Answer me."

"Yes-" She could feel him in her stomach. "-sir-Oh God!" It was hurting so good now.

"Suck me off while I film this." She heard Roshi say. "No wonder she needed that bar! Look how she's shaking!" She wished she could have seen it but everything was stars again. Tabitha couldn't tell where they ended now as Rodney plunged her like a piston.

Then he roared, Rodney did and Tabitha could feel him pump into her even as he continued to stroke her insides. He was pouring, shaking and grunting and moaning....

...And Tabitha simply couldn't go on anymore. The last thing she saw before she passed out was Rodney's cum leaking out of her and onto the Vegg.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Quickies: Velma, Shaggy, and Daphne 3

"Is this a date? I think it's a date. That settles is."

"Red light on that. This is lunch at Subway. We are on our lunch break." Silver tried not to yell so much but the din of people taking advantage of the two dollar meal special didn't leave him much choice. Going with her was a bad idea for many reasons.

"Why so serious?" Boadicea laughed, her wild afro mane swishing. It was genuine and hearty like they were two best friends catching up. She casually slapped his arm. Silver ignored her finger nails trailing on his skin. "I'm buying lunch on our date. The least yuh can do is look halfway happy about it."

"I don't turn down free food if I can help it." Though he wished he could. It would be enough if they could be in and out so this exchange could be over. Boadicea insisted on staying to eat just as she insisted that he join her. His meatball remained unwrapped. He couldn't be ungrateful and leave yet somehow not eating the sandwich made him feel he could if he decided to. It unnerved him to be willfully rude.

"As if I would let you.", she said. As if answering his unspoken thought, she slid his sandwich closer. He didn't want to like her for being aggressive and he definitely didn't want to like her for being smart. He hadn't really been with another woman since Suzy. It was easy to keep his eye from wondering with his side projects keeping him distracted. Nino wasn't available to occupy time at work and meat department was fairly isolated.

But then Boadicea started working with him. At six foot and two hundred plus pounds, she easily held her own in the cooler. He actually had help unloading the truck for once. His back wasn't complaining for it either. Conversation with her was fairly easy. Too much so in his opinion. He always felt like a mouse being watched by a lioness around her. It wasn't a bad feeling being observed by such a woman. She wasn't beautiful in the magazine sense. Her eyebrows reminded her of Chaika the Coffin Princess. Thicker than normal but somehow cute. Her cheekbones were high on a broad face emphasizing the slant of her eyes with full lips.

And she was doing all but unzipping his fly for him to get the hint. Silver just wasn't biting. He pushed the sandwich back smiling. "You're gonna catch hell from Neil Door pulling a stunt like this. He's anal enough for it."

She snorted. "Fuck Neil Door. We ahead back there ya know?" Silver nodded. It was like talking to his mother sometimes with her which made the attraction that more awkward. "What he care if I take mi lunch with two hours left?"

"He's Neil Door and he's on grocery side where he ought not be. He's looking to make an example out of anybody."

"But we left it perfect!"

It was his turn to snort then. He added an eyeroll just to be sure. "Nothing and I mean nothing, is perfect enough for Neil-fuckin'-Door. Don't you ever let yourself believe that." He sighed as more people had come in. More noise. There was a interracial couple with a train of youngsters pointing and yelling about what they wanted on their meatball subs. There was also an Asian girl braying like an ass with a red head about-


"I'd like to."


"I didn't say nothin'!" Whatever she said must not have been for his ears. Boadicea seemed to blush a bit. She cleaned her hands on a napkin avoiding his eyes. "And what ya sayin' fuck for anyway?"

There was no way to avoid whatever was going to happen. Silver still wasn't sure what that could be. He knew they had been talking. To what end he thought he knew. At least he figured he had an inkling.

But there was no mistaking Suzy's hand being in Rosalina's pocket. He didn't know what to make of it except what it clearly was. They had been fucking. Suzy was fucking Rosalina. The Rosalina that he loved was being fucked by the woman he had always loved.

His heart was racing. Silver could feel his blood pulse in ears. The erection he had was terribly inconvenient. "Rosa? What ya doin' here? Ya ain't workin'?" Boadicea slapped him on the arm. He barely felt it. Seeing the utter surprise on Rosa's face had numbed him. Her mouth opened to form words that her mind forgot mid-sentence. She looked from Boadicea to him and back again.

Boadicea didn't fail to notice that nor Suzy. "You're out with a friend?"

"I guess you could call us that." Suzy giggled like the cat that caught the canary. She was in jeans and flip flops with a faded red shirt with a barely visible Autobots symbol on the front. She had her blocky Aviators on. Her wilder than normal hair was a definite give away of her recently being bedded. "That keep things simpler."

"Well I don't like simple." Boadicea was smiling. She didn't intend to back down. "Be as complicated as ya please."

The challenge was clear. Suzy swaggered up to their table and Boadicea was practically showing her fangs. "If you must know-"


"Silver?" She turned to him as if she had just noticed him. "Fancy running into you here."

"Very." He replied. "Can we talk?"

"All three of us?"

"Which three?" Boadicea cut in. The dance seemed a bit crowded. Rosalina seemed to be clutching the bag of sandwiches like a life boat. Her being high while this was happening could not have helped. They both didn't want their dirty laundry exposed to Wally's World. Enough of it had already.

"Suzy." Suzy introduced herself as one would to an opponent. "And you are?"

"Boadicea." No one missed the extra bass in her voice. The thrum was enough for onlookers to feel the tension. "I'm a friend of Silver's."

"Ah. I see." Suzy licked her lips. Her half-smile was mocking. "Well the three of us are a bit more than that." Rosalina smiled though being properly chagrined. Silver seethed. Suzy was playing around as always, not caring about who she might mess up in the process. "Are you taking your sandwich Silver?"

"Take it Silver." Boadicea volunteered. "You'll need to finish your meal. A snack won't do."

Just that quick, an already strange situation turned worse. Silver took the sub and tried to ignore the two holes Boadicea was burning in his back.


They gpt into Susie's Jeep without a word, Rosalina climbed into the passenger side. She hopped in after pulling herself up with the door. She knew that the step was missing.

She had been in the Jeep many times.

Doing what? he wondered. He tried not to. Silver wanted to hate the thought of them together. It reminded him of what Nino had done. It wasn't though. He was aware this was on the table. He just fooled himself into not seeing the reality of it. This was Susan Cho he was dealing with.

"Look at him with that lost puppy look on his face." Suzy laughed. The pulled out on Thomas Parkway to avoid the traffic of the lot. Suzy's hair seemed to float as the wind blew through it. "Isn't he cute?"

Rosalina's eyes met his in the mirror, apologies unsaid in them. Suzy parked by the garden center, away from any other vehicles under the shade of some palms and old oak. Privacy he surmised.

She killed the engine. Lowered the volume on the metal then goes for her sub. "Go ahead Silver. Don't keep Pet nervous. Let's get it over with."

"Pet?" He doesn't like that he might like where this might lead. "She's your sub?"

The delight in her laugh is obvious. It rankled him. Rosalina's silence speaks volumes. "Would you look at that? Got it on the first try didn't he Pet?

"Yes sir."

Silver fumbled for his phone to distract himself. Yes sir. Why was his heart beating so fast? She did this on purpose. She did it to make a statement. Was this what Suzy desired? Control? Had he planted this in her head with her collar? "Would you like your dick sucked?" Suzy asked.

"What?" He was already hard. His cock seemed too interested in the suggestion, pulsating in response.

"I said, would you like my Pet to suck your cock because I know it's hard. I added that last part. Plus," There was a sharp intake of breath. He heard a buzzing noise. "I wanna see her do it."

He looked around the lot. Tire, Lube and Battery closed around six. There were cars that occasionally came through this way to get to the back of the store along with the occasional delivery truck. It was not dark but the day was waning. The horizon blurring from gold to purple. The only other car was a lone, rust colored Oldsmobile in the corner.

Silver was going to say yes. He knew Suzy already divined his decision before she asked. He didn't like being manipulated so easily but damn her, she was the only one that really could. Rosalina was opening the passenger side door, slipping in as unobtrusively as possible, the only sound she made was the squeaking of the leather.

Then she closed the door. Her eyes were downcast and her pink lips parted slightly. Suzy had turned her out. How he did not know but it was thorough. She would not meet his eyes. She did not move until the light began to dim.

"Kiss her." Suzy breathed. "I wanna see." Silver wanted to disobey her but pale, ginger Rosalina called to him. It should have been awkward, them being bade to lock lips as they were for someone's amusement. Yet grabbing her hair, making her bend backwards so that he could lower his mouth onto hers couldn't have felt more natural.

He felt as if she'd break in his arms the way she shook. Their lips brushed before her tongue darted out her mouth. Rosalina couldn't hold back. He sucked her bottom lip just like she liked, nibbling it just enough before his tongue was back in her mouth. Suzy was moaning, the wand vibrating louder with the higher setting. She didn't know how much she missed him in that moment. His touch was gentle and demanding.

"Yes, like that Silver." Suzy groaned. "Suck those pink nipples. Ummmm. Don't fuckin' hold back." He was under her shirt now. She was glad she hadn't worn a bra. Silver squeezed her C cups, slurping them until they pebbled. "Here take this. Zip your pants down Pet. Give him access."

Now the mini-wand joined the dance. Rosalina was supposed to be sucking him off she remembered somewhere in the back of her mind. Somebody should be playing look out too.

The wand was resting outside on her panties. She was wet. So damn wet. And squirming in Silver's grasp as he sucked her nipples. She couldn't take it. "S-sir I'm about to cum." she murmured.

"Silver stop."  He looked as if he'd just woken up. Suzy was breathing as hard as Rosalina, if not more so. Remembering where he was, he scanned the lot. The sky was indigo black. The Oldsmobile was where it was. "Deny her. Let her cum with your cock in her mouth."

He was going to say something but it died on his tongue. Rosalina was repositioning herself so that her face was in his lap and her ass was in the air. Her jeans were half way down along with her black thong. She was creamy. He could see the evidence on them. "Fuck this is so hot." Suzy said to no one in particular. "Take it out. Spit on it. No. More fuckin' spit Pet. Yes. Like that. Stroke it before you suck it."

Suzy was straddling the middle console not giving a damn who saw her. She couldn't let them fuck. Not yet but how she wanted to! Rosa was stroking him from base to tip, the spit coating her hands as much as his cock. She knew Silver was watching her watching them. He grabbed a handful of her hair suddenly, kissing her deep enough that she could taste the Big Red that Rosa chewed.

When he let her go, his hand was under her shirt, twisting her nipple. It sent a wave of pleasure through her that almost made her cum. "Fuck." She hissed. "Let me taste her pussy."

Rosalina was still squeezing and stroking him almost reverently as his fingers pushed into the juicy folds of her pussy. She tightened up as his fingers found her spot and he couldn't resist rubbing it. Rosalina started to whimper before he pulled them out of her. Her milky wetness made a string between his knobby fingers before Suzy took them in her mouth, groaning with pleasure. "That's a good Pet. So fucking sweet. Now suck him."

She said something close to a "yes" when he was already in her mouth. She was greedy, trying to take as much she could in as if Suzy would take his cock away from her. Silver moaned deep in his chest as he dragged the wand up and down her dripping slit. She didn't have to look up to know that Suzy was masturbating nor did she wonder at Silver's muffled grunts. Suzy was kissing him every way she saw fit.

"My Pet is good isn't she?" Another growl from Silver. He was so hard in her mouth. Solid as any piece of flesh could be. "Lick up the sides Pet and don't forget to massage those balls." Rosalina obeyed as if she had already made up her mind to do those things. She was making a beautiful mess. He was dripping with slobber right down to his scrotum. "There you go. Oh god that's fucking hot. Shit. I can't even take it anymore."

Suzy got on the driver's side, squeezing Silver's lanky six foot plus frame between her and Rosa's. Luckily they were both short. Rosa was still in position albeit a little more scrunched up. She slammed the door then bent over Silver's lap as best she could. "Make her come while she sucks you but I want you to cum in my mouth." She was taking over where Rosa left off with her tongue. "You get to cum Pet but his nut is mine. You don't get that yet."

Silver groaned something unintelligible for he didn't have enough blood in his brain at the moment to do otherwise. It felt too good. He was going to explode but not before making Rosalina orgasm. They worked like a team of specialists. Rosalina slurped and sucked around the tip of his dick, her head bobbing and twisting as more saliva dripped down his length. Suzy was taking her time licking and kneading his balls, kissing them where she pleased.

He busied himself with Rosalina's cunt. There were three fingers inside her now. The wand he rubbed around her labia and clit. She was like a faucet. He could feel her juices run down the toy. Her pussy was clamping around his fingers, her hips rolling as he started finger fucking her in earnest. She was too distracted to even suck him with a rhythm.

"Are you about to cum Pet?" Suzy said as she licked his balls. Sivler could feel her splash on his fingers.

"Yes sir." Her pussy was swollen. Silver's three fingers had her queefing wetly with the toy buzzing like an angry hornet.

"You have my permission." She started to wiggle her hips in rhythm with his fingers just as Suzy pushed her head down on his dick. They were both caught off guard but Rosaina nor him stopped. "Suck him as you cum slut. Yeah. That's right you little whore. Work for that nut." Rosalina obeyed, shaking and convulsing as she moaned sucking him up. Suzy pushed him as deep into her mouth as he could go. "Breathe through your nose bitch. Uh huh. Just like we practiced."

She sucked and sucked until Silver couldn't take much more. Suzy had found a way to give back his punishment, twisting his nipple through his shirt. His eyes squeezed shut. It felt like he was in freefall until Suzy started to jack him off.

"All over your face Pet. Don't lick any of it. Fuck that's a lot of cum. Oh my fuckin' god. Shit." She squeezed him as he spurted. Silver couldn't stop. His eyes rolled in his head. His back arched. He tried to grip anything to keep him from floating away.

It was all over her face. His sperm. There was more of it than she had ever seen. Warm, hot, thick. She wanted to taste it but Sir wouldn't like that. No. She had to settle for her lapping it off her face and her neck. Silver sagged in exhaustion but he still watched as Suzy cleaned her carefully with her tongue. His dick was still in her hand and she was still stroking him.

And he was getting hard again even as a Toyota Corolla cranked up and drove off

Thursday, November 20, 2014

A Journal By Some Guy 47

Top o' the mornin' Journ! =tips hat= And how are ye this fine day? Pleasant I hope.

Me? Oh I've been about. Doing this and that. Writing sporadically. Getting me arse back in school and the like. I'm tryin' to be a learned man ya know?! Gettin' my letters and my figures I will! Make something honest of meself.

I've not seen ya around as much mate but I reckon we'll be changing that. You''ll be gettin' tired o' me mug soon enough I bet. It's for the best though. We got a wee bit of catchin' up ta do.


Am I the bad brother? I daresay I might be.

In the last two days, I've been compared to the Clone. Comparison is the thief of joy or in this case, the thief of ignorance. The first time was over a friend's house. See I just got this tattoo ( and don't you ask for a picture Journ it's not healed yet ) and my friend asks if the Clone went with me to get it.

I snort like a horse. That shoulda been my first clue. My instant and honest reaction to the question. Typically, I screen my emotions with people. I can be out right bored and smile in your face. I couldn't then. The idea that the Clone would be in the vicinity of a tattoo parlor is laughable. Remember? The joyless salaryman? Think of me asking him. I can imagine him looking over his glasses, his face drained of every emotion accept disapproval, not uttering a word in an impossible before returning to his newspaper.

His wife goes on to echo my sentiment. They're completely different. She says. Like night and day. Then he goes, Like yin and yang. And I'm just sitting like, When the fuck did all this happen? Where was I? Am I the Night or the Day? Seriously, I was kinda fucked up there for a second. I mean, I know we're different but are we that different? It was something I would've like to chew on that for awhile Journ but I went to McDonald's in my store.

The girl that's getting my iced coffee, because sorry iced coffee is totally fantasticons, asks me about the Clone. We go through the usual are you twins ( No ), who's older ( Me ) but then before we get to the you two look just alike part, I get, You two are totally different. And again, I'm kinda assed out here Journ because I want to know but part of me doesn't give a fuck.

And let's clarify Journ because I don't mean that I literally don't give a fuck because it's obvious that I do. This niggles me. I know why. It's because I'm being observed and I don't like not knowing who's doing it. It's not like I'm out and about enough for people to really see me so I can only gather that this is from the perspective of work associates and those closest to me. That's precisely why I can't care. If you start giving a shit about what people think Journ, you're going down a slippery slope. The honest truth is people are going to judge no matter what you do. You are never going to be good enough for somebody. That's just the way it is. People think that it's there right not to approve of you and that's complete bullshit.

I'm a pothead atheist that aspires to make comics, anime, and hentai. That's right. Motherfuckin' hentai. Why? Because it's great. Is that something you can judge me for Journ? Sure. Go ahead. But what does that say about you? Are you in any position to pass judgment on someone? Is all of your shit together? Are you on the fuckin' path to Easy Street? Is your game 98% complete? No?

Then fuck you. I'm gonna keep doing me because that's actually working.


And now for some anime because let's face it, I'm more of anime addict than a pot addict any day. 

I honestly didn't expect to Rage of Bahamut: Genesis to be that good but it is. A decent story and some great characters. It's ongoing. Find it on Hulu.

See this image? Half of them are dead. Akame Ga Kill is just like that Journ. Characters die or otherwise get fucked up in terrible and inhumane ways. First episode, I swear to Math, fucked up bro....But Seryu needed to die you hear me? Needed to. That's later on though before she does a lot of terrible stuff in the name of justice. The fight scenes are a little DBZ at times but they die and there are no Dragon Balls.

That's Sword Art Online II ....I honestly don't need to say anymore.

Uh Captain, we're on Season 2 of Log Horizon. Shiroe is still the Man. Uh...Akatsuki is still kawaii. And, uh, the story is still great. Keepin' her steady.




Lord Marksman and Vanadis is a good anime. It reminds me a great deal of Record of Lodoss Wor in the fact that there is magic ( Ellenora the Vanadis in question wields wind through her sword ) but it doesn't take away from actual warfare. There are columns of knights to set up still. War machines that are used. Positions that have to be taken for clear advantages. The Marksman Tigre doesn't meet Ellenora outside a tavern like in an RPG. He meets her on the battlefield on the opposing side. It's gets more complicated from there if you can believe it. The light novels they say, reveal more about the intricacies of the plot that the anime glosses over. Even so, there's enough of it in there to overlook the harem Tigre obviously is going to get.

Terror in Resonance is a tragedy and by the time you realize why and how, it will seem all the more fleeting.

This is Tokyo Ghoul. If you've not seen it, I'm a little ashamed of you. It's so good, you're going to want to read the manga because he only gets psycho at the very end. I mean full on loses his shit. Lovecraft lovers will be in heaven or hell if that's what you prefer...

Friday, October 31, 2014

Quickies: Velma, Shaggy, Daphne 2

His posts were getting sort of high.

He hadn't done anything in a long time. They were the same sketches and half sketches from before. Someone must have liked it. They were steady, his view count, more like a stream than a mighty river. He was grateful all the same. Those Nigerians though were getting antsy. They had other ideas they needed him to draw or otherwise conceptualize.

If he were to make excuses, he would simply blame it on artist block ( if that was even a thing ). Maybe he would even highlight the fact he hadn't been out in forever. Jeremiah texted often and had even come around once. He had not seen Graham since his incident with the Succubus. Aziz had a son so that was understandable.

The truth was, Silver hadn't had sex in awhile.

Ever since Susie brought Rosalina back into the picture he had been avoiding her. He hadn't noticed it at first or perhaps he didn't want to; Susie had school. UCF wasn't around the corner plus she was adding a minor in business to her plate. She had her nose in the books. Silver had given her much needed space.

Then he realized on days like these in his attic apartment that he too had gotten busy. Paper littered the floor. His drawing table was covered in colored markers, pencils and splotches of ink. His trash can was overflowing. His hamper doubly so.

He moved on stiff limbs to clear away the fast food bags of dinners long passed, wondering just how he got to the point of living in his own trash.

Of course he knew why; he needed to fuck Susie. Sex was like a metronome for him. As long as he was having it on the regular, everything was on beat. It was exercise that ended in orgasm and Silver had gotten out of practice.

As he crumpled up a McDonald's bag in his frustration, he paused as the sudden urge to eat Susie gripped him.

Quiet and cloistered as it was in the room, he could hear his heartbeat race. It was a classic Pavlovian response right down to him salivating.

Silver blinked several times before coming back to himself, glad no one was around to witness him in that weak moment. If amateur psychologist Susie had seen him then...

Why she'd have him on his knees begging to suck her clit, the worst part being that he probably would welcome it.


Silver thinks that I don't realize why he's been avoiding me.

Fucking Trinidadian bastard. So goddamn arrogant. Like I haven't known this motherfucker when Midway Elementary wasn't on Brisson? Like my mom wasn't the one that hooked him on pickled eggs?

Like I don't know how much he likes to fuck?

Sometimes you gotta teach somebody that's so damn smart that he can't see dumb for what it is. That's why I'm at the Goodwill with Rosa right now. We just got through fucking at her place. She came so hard, she had to take a nap. The Three-Finger Bandit struck again!

So yeah, I've been fucking Silver's ex-girlfriend on the regular. Is that scandalous? Probably. Is he gonna like it when he finds out? Probably but he'll convince himself that he shouldn't, repressed fuck that he is.

When it started on that lonely night, me talking to her about how she felt about Silver, I didn't think it would get this far. Before I knew it I was finger deep in her snatch, licking her neck as she mewled like a kitten.

I've always wanted a sub. Somebody I could mold and dominate. A cute, heavy bottomed girl to spank for the fuck of it. Rosa fit the bill in every sense of the word. I've done shit to her in the last few weeks that's fucking surprised me. I never thought I'd enjoy training her as much as I have.

And how I've trained her. "This might do." She's got on a jeans and an Avengers T. No make-up. No perfume. Shower clean. Just like I like my bitches. The purple dress she has looks to long for me. "I can cut it to your size no problem." Rosa says without looking up at me. "I've got your measurements."

She's so fucking cute. And a red head at that. "You can just do that shit?" I make a scissor with the same hand I finger banged her with. "Like, we can always just buy a costume if it's too much trouble."

I catch her staring at my hand too long. She catches me catching her and blushes. "I worked as a costumer over at Universal. I half-way went to school for it before I took to drawing." She giggles awkwardly as I step closer to her. "I can do this kinda stuff in my sleep....and what-"

Before I can stop myself, I grab her around her neck and kiss her. I didn't plan this shit. Half of goddamn Bokey is in here looking for hand-me-down that don't look like they passed between too many hands. Church folk. The elderly. Ratchet fucks of all backgrounds. Gossipers all most like.

Those lips though. Pale pink naturally against paler skin. Those fucking tits straining against that shirt.

I can't have her like I want so her mouth is what I take. That heat. The fucking ballet of tongues. Her submitting to me.

When I let her go, I feel dizzy a little. Like I took a shot too many. "Damn ya'll bad."

I look around over the racks to find people staring at me. One old Hispanic lady smiles at me really creepy. Others kind of whisper amongst themselves. Basic shit. Not too far behind me though is a tall, skinny black guy with dreads. Dark skin, decent build but having shorts so low they look like badly made Capri pants with sandals and socks is too fuckin' much for me.

And honestly, I've got my designated dick anyway. "The fuck does that even mean?" I smile and say in a flirty valley girl voice. Sometimes I summon Cali to throw people off.

He smiles and fucking kills it. Gold in his mouth. Like really, who the fuck even does that crap anymore? If I had a hard dick, it would've gone limp. "Means ya'll look good kissing."

"I know! I totally couldn't help it!" I giggle, smile, squeeze Rosa's hand just because. I don't have to look behind me to know that she's lost to what I'm about to do. "She's soooo cute and I soooo can't wait until tonight!"

He's hearing me but he's not listening. His eyes jump between us as the question forms on his lips. "Whatchall doin' tonight?"

I look around like it's a conspiracy, eyes darting back in forth, trying to ignore the leering Spanish lady. Rosa is laughing a little now that she knows I'm fuckin' with this dude. I lean in and whisper, "You gotta promise to keep it a secret."

He laughs. Cigarette breath shrivels my metaphorical dick even more. "Fa sho shawty, it's whatever."

"We're gonna play dress up." Now we're both giggling like high school girls. I shush Rosa before saying, "It's for a guy but I don't know if he'll be into it."

I poke out my lip. This fucker is posting up on the end of the jeans rack, secure that his game is being laid.

Well fuck you on that. "Why wouldn't he be into it?" He laughs. "I'm already into it and I don't know what it's 'bout."

Oh my god. The grammar. It almost takes me outta pocket. I have to laugh like the idiot he is to keep my cool."Well, ya see, we're dressing up like cartoon characters and I don't think he's into that." I cock my head and sigh. "And we've been wanting to do it with somebody..."

Wouldn't you know it, this jackass already has his piece-of-shit phone out? You always leave things open ended when you want someone to fill in the blanks. This douche wants to just skip that fuckin' part.

No wonder I only fuck with one of their kind, men that is "So what's up shawty?" He says spreading his arms. "I'm available if homeboy don't want in. Let me get ya number."

Looking back at Rosa, I smile. That shit is not returned. She probably thinks I went too far.

I rattle off my mother's number to him before we make our exit. Five minutes of "Oh no, my daughter no want you!" ought to learn him some. I slap her hard on the ass just to add insult to injury though because I'm a tease like that.


I wanted Silver at first.

Now I want Susie. Maybe both of them even.

And I don't know what that  means. I've prayed about it. Talked to a friend or two. I even sort of asked my mom about it..in a fashion.

I wish, I wish an answer had come from it all. Some type of clarity would be nice as opposed to this confusion, this lust.

Not to mention that I still love Silver.

I can't say that I don't. I was moving on. He was hurt. I did cheat with Nino. Granted, I didn't get the chance to confess that myself. Nino took that away from me. She didn't give anyone else a choice in how this might have been handled. Suddenly, I'm getting emailed a clip of me drunkenly, making out with her. After that, it all fell apart.

Nino and I aren't on good terms anymore, if we ever really were. She doesn't talk about me in the store but the sneer I get from her is genuine as if somehow Silver not wanting to be around her is more my fault than hers. Silver of course has done me worse.

It isn't just be ignored. It's being cut off, like this is when I stop existing to him. When he walks past me, are eyes don't meet. When a new manga comes out, he doesn't talk to me about it. Then I realize that he really did love me. He was trying. He had hoped. He risked that secret part of him no one sees. Antoinette made it that much worse.

But is Susie doing more harm than her? I think this as we drive in her Jeep. Metal is not my thing; it's just screaming with background music. I'm glad for it though. It's giving me time to think somewhat.

As we make our way to First Street, she turns down the music abruptly. Her small hand is rubbing up and down my thigh languidly. Nights come flooding back to me. Being strap down. Teased. Degraded. Tantalized.

Being trained. "You're having second thoughts Pet."

"He loves me." It comes out as she waits to turn. Susie doesn't flinch. She's not even surprised.

She is worse than Antoinette. Susie smiles pleasantly as she rubs the inside of my thigh. "Unzip your pants."

"Did you not hear me?"

"I did." She takes her time waiting for an elderly gentleman in a Cadillac drive past her before turning on First. Gently she takes my chin so that I may face her. "And you heard me. Unzip your pants and look at me while you do it."

My hands are unbuckling belt. Susie turns away only to drive still holding my chin. We stop at the light adjacent to Wachovia bank. Her hand is in my a pants. I'm wet, so wet I'm a little shocked. Driving on ahead, two of her three wonderful fingers are already dancing up and down my slit. I've practically forgot what I was saying.

"He does love you Pet." A finger has wiggled into me. My hips are lifting. She's still driving. "And you love him. You'd think I'd be mad at that shit. Fuck. Maybe I am. Or at least I would be if I couldn't play with you.

"You see, I've loved Silver before he was called Silver." Another finger.We're going up the mock hill, passing Seminole Pointe. I'm climbing myself, moaning and squirming, not caring that I'm losing control. "And because of that, I know him best. He'll never love another woman quite like me or anyone else. He's a classic introvert. It takes a lot to make a connection. Oohhh. You're getting creamy."

Coming down the hill, we stop at another light. Sure enough, her hand is wet. A line or two of my stickiness connects between her fingers. Susie looks at me looking  at them. Her smile devious. "Clean them Pet. That's a good girl. Taste what Silver will get to taste with me."

I should feel ashamed. I'm supposed to be telling her how all of this is a bad idea. Her fingers are in my mouth though and my tongue moves with a will that's not my own. Her hand slips back into my pants so easy. Three fingers now. No more gentleness.

"That's right Pet. You want to fuck him and I want you to fuck him but if Mama doesn't eat, nobody eats." She's driving but her hand is still working with it's own rhythm, like the metal she was just playing, random and rough. I hold on to her arm because I can't think of anything else to do. I think someone is honking at us. "When we get to your place, you're going to eat my pussy and I'm gonna tell you all of the nasty slut shit you're going to do for me when we dress up. You're not gonna serve him until you serve me."

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."