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Fairy Story
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
***
Susan was a wild one, and her excesses lead her to an
alternative realm and a lot of trouble. Humour plays a
part in this story. Come to think of it, so do a lot of
other things. (F/beast, fant, humor)
***
Chapter One
In which Susan meets a centaur and begins her quest.
Susan is a twenty something woman. Up to now, her life
has been spent in a learning environment followed by
several years of self-abuse. Her qualifications were
either too much or too little for serious employment,
although, her efforts to establish a career hadn’t
really been earnest. The lure of nightclubs, music and
drugs had developed a nocturnal aspect to her waking
hours.
Her chosen life style also brought her many affairs,
some with disastrous consequences and potentially
dangerous situations. After a particularly heavy binge
of drink and drugs and falling asleep in a park, Susan
found herself waking up in a strange world where
everything was almost right, but different all the
same. Serves her right.
"You cannot say you were not warned." The cat seemed to
smile at her as it prowled around her head, coming on
silent pads into her eye line as a ginger and white
ball of fur and then, just as noiselessly, passing from
view, its presence only noticeable by the continuous
purring. It came into view again and sat with its tail
around its front paws regarding her with the same
smile. "You cannot say I didn’t warn you and now look
at you. All scrunched up like so much discarded paper.
Well! Now your here and in big trouble I’d say."
"Nobody asked you". She spat grit and dust out of her
mouth. "If I had wanted your opinion, I’d have asked
for it, but I didn’t, so piss off and leave me alone".
She rolled over to face away from her tormentor, but
only succeeded to roll off of the pallet she had been
on, to fall, bonelessly, on the hard packed dirt floor,
driving the air from her lungs. "Aw shit!"
It is my observation, that you ain’t very good at this
adventuring lark are you." It wasn’t a question so much
as an entrée to an argument. Susan could hate the
ginger peril without any problems at all. "If I’d known
the prophecy was meaning some otherworldly fruitcake, I
wouldn’t have volunteered."
"VOLUNTEERED," She screamed back at the cat, "YOU WERE
GIVEN NO CHOICE, YOU LITTLE... YOU LITTLE... SCUMBAG!"
Invectives failed to really emphasise her frustration
at the torment that was supposed to be her guide in
this.
Since her accidental portal into this realm of fantasy
and myth, she had been tormented by the furry little
shit. As a guide he sucked big time. It seemed that
most of her tribulations all stemmed from some stupid
error on the cat’s part.
One thing was for sure, if she ever got out of this
mess and ever made it back to her own civilised and
rational time plane, she would never go tripping on
anything stronger than Aspirin. As it was, she wasn’t
entirely certain that this wasn’t a bad trip from the
concoction of drugs she had swallowed at the nightclub.
She had experienced acid trips where rats crawled from
the wallpaper and stuff like that, but this fantasy
realm was all together, a different bag and one she
could well do without.
She grimaced at the various bruises and bumps as she
picked herself up and spat out more of the dust.
Sunlight steamed through the thin gaps of the bamboo
poles that formed her prison. The light seemed to
refract and bounce off of everything it touched, giving
the hut an ethereal glow about it. Susan could have
cared less, but it would have been difficult. Right
now, all she wanted was a long soak in a hot tub with
loads of bubbles and a glass of something long and
cool. She wanted out of the bamboo prison and she
wanted home. All of which seemed like a million miles
away.
"I was only making an observation, that’s all." The cat
tried to stop smiling, but the coloured bands on his
face made it impossible.
"Why don’t you go outside and make some observations
out there. See if there is a way out and find some
water. Why don’t you do something useful for a change
instead of making snide remarks?"
The cat winked out, leaving her alone in the tiny room
to contemplate her mission. Somehow, and Susan still
wasn’t sure about this, she had found herself in a, for
want of a better description, adult fairy tale. Her
only chance of returning to her own time and space was
to find and steal the pearl of wisdom. The cat was
right though, so far, she had not done very well in the
‘adventuring lark’.
Her first encounter after being given instructions in
the ‘Ice Palace’ by the Green Queen, had been in the
tunnels of Green Mountain. Some really seriously smelly
Orc’s with terminal halitosis had found her wandering
around and captured her. They had buggered her and
violated her body; inserting fingers into her snatch
and making her suck them off. It seemed she was doomed
to life among the miscreants until some passing mage
heard her cries and banished the little bastards to the
four corners of the globe, never to return.
Her joy was short lived. The mage, at about three and a
half million years old with skin that had more wrinkles
than an unmade bed, decided that her liked the look of
her and had enslaved the poor girl as a receptacle for
his lusty emissions. The cat had saved her, the one
useful thing it had done by fooling the mage into
believing that it was a greater wizard and frightening
him off.
Susan had by now, been fucked semi-stupid in all holes
and was ready to call it a day. That was only the start
of her adventure. It seemed she had been here in this
God forsaken shit hole for a couple of months and not
the ten hours it really was.
Heavy footfalls sounded just outside the door to her
prison. She heard the rattle of the chain and lock that
secured the bamboo door. A loud creak of the leather
hinges heralded a brilliant burst of sunlight that
illuminated the door opening. A silhouetted head poked
around the style and a deep basso voice invited her to
come out.
Susan struggled to a sitting position and waited for a
moment until her senses stopped reeling. Then she
painfully waddled to the door. The sunlight temporarily
blinded her as she emerged into the heat of the day.
Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the onslaught of light,
she began to wish they hadn’t.
Waiting for her was a blond Adonis. His head and face
were framed in locks of curly hair that seemed bleached
by the sun. Broad shoulders that were tanned to a
bronze colour supported his beatific face that was also
tanned to a deep colour. His massively muscled arms
rippled with latent strength and downy blond hair
covered his torso down to his belly button.
All seemed okay until her gaze went passed his navel,
from belly onwards, he was all horse, complete with
four sturdy legs, a beautiful tail that swished at the
flies plaguing his rump and a glossy chestnut coat that
shone with health and vigour in the sun.
"Oh shit! That’s all I need, a fucking Centaur."
His golden locked head tilted to one side as he
regarded her and a quizzical expression showed in his
amber eyes.
"You talk strangely young one. Yes I am a Centaur, but
how you make reference to the physical act of love and
defecation in the same sentence is baffling to me.
Please explain?"
Susan thought he was trying to make a joke. Her humour
had left some time ago.
"You trying to be funny?" She crossed her arms in
defiance and stood as erectly as her battered frame
would allow.
"No, I merely came to relieve you of your enforced
imprisonment. I thought you might like some water and
exercise. I also wanted to know what you, as a
foreigner, were doing wandering around in my domain.
However, if you are content to stay in the enclosure
provide, I am more than happy to place you back in
confinement. You choose."
He couched a long wooden bow over his shoulder and
offered an animal skin with a stopper where the head
should have been. Susan didn’t want to think of what
animal it was, but her thirst compelled her to take the
skin and drink the water inside.
"So what are you doing in this land?" His voice
softened a little and became even deeper, levelling at
a susurration like waves on a shore. It had an oddly
calming effect on Susan, who launched into her story,
beginning at the beginning and eventually, after having
to stop several times to explain what a nightclub and
drugs were, she arrived at her current predicament.
"...but I don’t even know where to start looking." She
concluded.
"So you are to find and steal the ‘Pearl of Wisdom’.
Hmm…no small feat. It will be hard to reach your
destination and harder still to steal the pearl." It
was as if a light went off in his eyes. A blank
expression overcame him and Susan thought he had gone
to sleep while standing. She drank a little more of the
sweet cool water and rubbed a little over her forehead,
rearranging and smudging the dirt from being a general
sheen of filth to streaks. Wishing for a shower, she
coughed loudly to wake him up.
"I might be able to help you there, sort of point you
in the right direction." He seemed to galvanise into
wakefulness.
"A ride would be really helpful."
"Well, that would be payment for my services of
course."
"Sorry?" And then she caught on. "Oh for pity’s sake,
is that all you men think about?"
"It may have escaped your notice, but I am most
definitely not a man. I am a Centaur and as such, am
the most intelligent of species here in Centauria." His
chest puffed out and strained the leather strap of a
quiver of arrows. She couldn’t fail to notice.
"Funny, the Orc’s had another name for the place
entirely, and they also seemed to think that theirs is
a superior intellect. Personally, I think the jury is
out on that". She had managed to piss him off with that
jibe; his eyes clouded with frowning eyebrows and
pursed lips.
"I am Che, mightiest, and most deadly of the Centaurs.
I lead the herd; I protect the young and do everything
else here. This is my kingdom and you, you
insignificant wretch, are trespassing." His chest
expanded to even greater proportions, Susan thought the
leather strap was going to snap. She took stock of her
rags, all torn, dusty and dishevelled, but her pride
bore her up.
"Not such an insignificant wretch that you suggest we
jump in the hay though. Good enough for that aren’t I."
She puffed out her own chest and felt one of the clasps
on her bra give way. She ignored it and continued with
her own tirade. "Now listen, all I want is to get out
of this fucking nightmare. I want to get back home and
have a bath and change my clothes. I want to be back in
normal civilisation with my hands around the neck of an
ice cold Bud. So are you going to help me or are you
going to fuck me or what?"
"Both."
"What!!!"
"Both." He repeated.
"What both?" She was getting more than a little annoyed
with the verbal chess playing.
"I am going to help you, I will carry you most of the
way to the location of the Pearls of Wisdom, but first,
I am going to fuck you. No objections are there." It
wasn’t a question, more a statement of fact and left no
room for manoeuvre.
"So, if you would be so kind as to go back into your
small enclosure, we can get the first part of the
bargain over with early." He pointed in a manner that
brooked no argument, towards the bamboo hut she had
recently got out of.
"Oh! By the way, what is your name? It is a vital point
of the tryst and names carry a lot of power in this
world."
"Susan". She answered flatly, resigned to getting
rogered by the hulking brute just so she could get
along with the quest. She had been fucked for less in
the past, so it wasn’t really any big deal, although
she had concerns about being able to accommodate a
horse’s cock. Have to play it by ear, she thought to
herself.
He tilted his head again in that quizzical manner of
his and asked.
"What does Susan mean?"
"Nothing, it is just a name." She had re-entered the
hut now and was removing what clothes she had on.
"Well Che means mighty warrior, leader of the herd and
all powerful one." His chest began to swell with pride
again, but Her next retort completely deflated him.
"For a monosyllabic word, it carries a lot of meanings
don’t it?" She sniffed derisively and shucked of her
clothes into an untidy heap on the packed earth floor.
Her nakedness caused her no embarrassment, she was
rather proud of her upturned tits and trimmed curly
blond pubes. Che was yet to see the tattoo of Pegasus
on her shoulder, but it was one of the last things on
her mind.
"Let’s get down to it then, big boy". And then she
started to giggle as she wriggled into position under
his belly.
"What’s so funny?" He bent at the waist and managed to
turn at the same time so that his face was only a few
inches away. About the total length of his cock which
was the source of Susan’s mirth.
"Oh nothing, just the thought of me sucking a mighty
Centaur. Who’d have ever imagined it eh?" She wanted
his help; deriding his horsehood wouldn’t be a wise
move.
Gently, Susan gripped his small penis and guided it to
her mouth. The equine smell became pungent and overrode
his human counterpart aroma. She began to suck slowly,
managing to get the whole of his length into her mouth
with room to spare. Privately, she was relieved and
gave head like a pro. Her ministration seemed to be
doing the trick, pretty shortly, Che’s hind legs were
stamping rhythmically and his haunches began to buck in
powerful thrusts. She could manage all of the four
inched, pencil thin cock without any problems at all.
"You had better stop." Che’s basso voice warned her.
"Anymore of that and it will be all over."
"Aw! It’s okay Che", She mumbled around the side of his
infantile dick. "Let’s do this and see what happens
later when you have recovered."
"I really……OH! Fuck, too late." He snorted and thrust
his haunches forward in a smooth and long arc. The
movement gave Susan a bit of a surprise, but the next
instant really screwed her. His four inches suddenly,
and completely without warning, became a foot long and
swelled to a girth that was bigger than her hand could
encircle.
Trouble was, she had him as deep as he would go at the
time. The transformation from baby size to fucking huge
took less that a blink in time. The sheer force threw
her backwards onto her arse as gallons of cum shot all
over her face, neck and shoulders, soaking her
completely and matting her hair.
Susan gagged and tried to spit out the first flood of
semen that had crashed into the back of her throat and
forced its way into her stomach. She couldn’t help
herself or breath until she had regurgitated it all on
to the floor.
"Fucking hell!" She managed at last. "That’s a fucking
lethal weapon you’ve got there, you could do someone a
real damage with that fucking missile.
Che had a beatific smile on his face and his eyes were
closed in ecstasy.
"Oh! That was good. If only our mares would do that for
us."
I can see why they don’t. Jesssuzz man, you nearly
killed me." Her stomach still was trying to convulse.
"I tried to warn you, but it was too late. What were
you saying about later?"
"No fucking way man, with a tool like that, you could
have knocked the Berlin Wall down all by yourself." Her
anachronism was lost on him completely.
When he had settled down, he allowed her to sit on his
back with her hands around his waist. Slowly at first,
they went around the rest of the village and collected
food and water for the trip. Che evinced many admiring
stares from other Centaurs as he paraded his charge
around. He also got more than one withering look and
cold shoulder from the mares, jealousy was rife, but he
seemed to be ignorant of the stares as he imperiously
did the circuit.
He set off, leaving a silent herd of centaurs looking
on.
Susan quickly became accustomed to the sway and
movement of him, anticipating the rise of his withers
and moving with him in unison. She also quickly
discovered that she had left her panties in a heap were
she had used them to wipe off some of his come. Her
nether mouth soon started to get wet and swollen. Her
clit felt like it would explode from the friction
caused between their counterpoint movements.
Oh! Fuck, she thought, I’m going to come all over his
back in a minute. No sooner had she thought it, then a
violent orgasm ripped through her and a torrent of girl
juice slicked the stiff russet coloured hair on his
back.
The next two hours were torture for her. Held in a
state of high sexual exhilaration, she had orgasmed
over and over. Her fluids dripped off his underbelly
were his coat could not absorb anymore.
They at last stopped beside a lagoon of crystal clear
water at the foot of a cascade. Susan gratefully
dismounted and crumpled with nerveless legs all tangled
up on the ground.
"I guess you enjoyed that." He remarked dryly as he
sniffed at the wetness on his back. "I thought you were
going to fall off for a while there, amazing strength
in your legs Susan." He stepped into the clear water
and began to wash her essences off of him.
Later, after he had shot a rabbit and was cooking it on
a spit over a small fire. They talked. She told him all
about her life before this little adventure and he told
her about his rise to be lead stallion. As they related
their stories, a bond of sorts blossomed and they
became firm friends. Susan finished the rabbit while
Che ate some oatcakes he had brought in a satchel.
Sated, Susan at last lay back and sighed her
contentment. A canopy of stars illuminated the night
sky. Che lay alongside her and soon fell into a deep
sonorous sleep. Not long after, she cuddled up against
his back and followed suit.
Just as she was drifting off, the ginger cat winked
back into view.
"Happy now?" He purred. His smile still pasted on his
face.
"Hmm, go away eh?" He winked out again and Susan knew
no more until the next morning.
Chapter Two
In which Susan continues her quest and meets Cerberus
and some goblins.
She woke up and stretched, feeling life and vigour
course through her veins. It was already warm and the
sky showed clear in an azure blue that darkened at the
horizon. Che was nowhere to be seen, but the ground
where he had lain was still warm. She could just
faintly smell his equine odour. Susan sat up and
surveyed her surroundings. The fall of water terminated
in the clear lagoon.
Strangely, it caused no ripples or disturbance to the
crystal clear water. It did however, remind Susan that
she needed to pee and get a wash. Dirt from yesterday
was beginning to cake on her face, hands and feet. She
was acutely aware of the smell of the woollen shift she
had been wearing since this all started. The bra and
panties had both stayed at Che’s village. The bra she
could do without, but a clean pair of knickers would
have been nice.
She got up, found a little hollow and relieved her
bladder. The smell coming from her groin almost made
her wretch. She dived into the lagoon fully clothed and
scrubbed herself clean. The water felt warm and soft
and so inviting. Susan trod water while she pealed
herself out of the woollen shift, which she deftly
threw unto a nearby bush to dry, while naked, she swam
and gloried in the freedom of movement.
Che re-appeared, coming up from the path they had used
the night before. He had been successful in his hunting
and soon had a ptarmigan, stuffed with wild mushrooms,
wild garlic and thyme cooking over a small fire. He
watched her bathe and smiled as he waved and signalled
that breakfast was ready.
The ptarmigan was delicious. Somewhere, he had found
some roots and had roasted them in the embers. She
finished the resplendent meal with some tiny wild
strawberries that oozed juice and took her back to her
childhood with the taste.
"I cannot thank you enough." Susan at last broke the
shared silence. She glanced at him from under her brows
to see what his reaction would be. "I feel so much
cleaner now and stuffed to the gills with an excellent
meal. Thank you."
He surprised her with a sob. He looked crest fallen and
abject misery countenanced his face.
"What on earth is the matter?" She became a little
alarmed.
"I have to leave you." He informed her with more sobs.
"I can only take you to the edge of my Kingdom, from
there you must travel alone and I am afraid I will
never see you again." He broke down and cried, huge
tears and racking sobs took him over.
Susan reached for him and laid his head on her bare
chest. She stroked his mane of hair and cradled him to
her bosom while he ran the gamut of his misery.
Gradually, his cries subsided, but she continued to
hold him, feeling the warmth of his breath as it wafted
over her nipple. The familiar itch began in her loins
and soon she was fondling him and then kissed him full
on the lips. His mouth parted and they explored each
other’s mouths.
Susan wriggled around and soon had him in her mouth.
Che gasped and tried desperately, not to repeat
yesterday’s debacle. She was prepared this time and
knew what to expect. His cock stiffened and sprung to
it’s full glory, but instead of taking him to his
climax with her mouth, Susan quickly turned under him
and, grasping the shuddering member, guided his
mushroomed headed penis into her body.
His thrust had her almost losing balance and shifted
her across the ground from the force even though she
had braced her feet. Then she was lifted bodily as he
reared onto his hind legs and impaled on his throbbing
organ until he screamed his climax and fully flooded
her from within.
Che’s arms encircled her and one of his hands found her
clit. Gently, he rubbed and tweaked her pleasure nub
while rocking her on his still hard cock. Susan could
not last and her own shuddering climax smashed through
her skull, leaving her bereft of senses.
Their combined juices flowed from her as he carefully
returned to all four feet while still cradling her
against his belly. Susan collapsed in a sated heap and
rested for a few minutes then, waded back into the
water to clean herself off. She spread her legs wide
and with one hand, opened her inner lips and caressed
her self. The delicious warmth or water cleansed her
body as she floated in a dream like state while her
nerve ends gradually returned to normal.
There were more tears at their parting. Che had brought
her to the foot of a mountain range. Forest had closed
in around them, leaving little more than a game trail
to follow. At last, they burst into a clearing. Grass
covered the small mound that was surrounded by the
ancient trees that stood like sentinels in quiet guard.
Nothing stirred and the usual susurration of birds and
insects had ceased.
"This is as far as I can go Susan. I must leave you
here and you must continue through the mountain pass
that is just above us." Huge crocodile tears coursed
down both cheeks and his sobs shook his muscular
shoulders. Had he been any other male, she would have
told him to stop being a wimp, but with Che, she could
feel and sense the depth of feeling and sympathised
with it.
"What is the mountain like?" She wanted him to think
about anything else and stop crying.
"It is never the same for any traveller. For some, it
is a pleasant hop over the hills and tors, but for
others, it is an arduous journey, filled with danger
and pitfalls. I hope yours isn’t the latter." He was
beginning to calm down a little.
"Well, goodbye then. Take care going back and I am sure
we will see each other again. Thanks for the lift and
everything." She turned to go, trying to make it as
easy as possible, but Che threw his arms around her and
kept kissing her face and hair. She struggled to free
herself, then kissed his cheeks and stepped beyond the
boundary of his domain. From Che’s point of view, she
had just winked out, but Susan could see through the
void between them. She watched Che, shrug his shoulders
and instantly compose himself. It was the ultimate show
of ‘out of mind’.
She turned and faced the seemingly impossible climb and
noticed that the woollen shift had now become a cotton
shirt with a leather jerkin and woollen breaches. She
also had a stout pair of boots on her feet. Susan had
given up trying to work out the mysteries of this land
some time ago.
A small knife was tucked into a belt that cinched the
ensemble together and a machete poked her in the small
of her back where it was carried in a sheath slung from
a leather thong around her shoulder. The machete soon
proved its worth in clearing the dense vegetation from
her path. In no time, she had begun the climb and had
passed beyond the tree line, climbing over heavy basalt
rocks that strew over the lower reaches of the
mountain.
Susan climbed in silence. The air grew cooler and more
rarefied, but sweat made the new clothes stick to her
and the thong chafed her shoulder. She reached a small
outcrop with a flat surface and awarded her self a rest
period. The sun, although clear and bright, provided
just enough warmth to be comfortable. Susan started to
doze with her back to the cliff face.
Some loose scree rattled down and landed on the ledge
she was resting on. It confirmed her feeling she had
been having, that she was being watched. Who ever was
keeping tabs on her was now above her. She slowly and
with nonchalance, picked up a handful of rocks about
hen’s egg sized. Seeming not to be doing anything, she
weighed them in her hands before launching them high
over her head and slightly backwards before ducking
under the overhang of the cliff above her. She was
rewarded with a curse and an "OW". Then a body fell
flat on the ledge at her feet.
He was colourless; in so much as he had no colour other
than grey and shades of it. His face was grey with long
pointed ears that had a grey hat pinned under them. His
long beard was also grey and was tucked into a grey
belt and divided a grey pair of rough trousers from a
grey tunic. Altogether, he was about three feet in
length and was obviously winded from the fall.
"Oh great! Just what I need, fucking dopey from the
seven dwarves." She poked him with the toe of her boot
and immediately wished she hadn’t. He grasped her
breaches and hauled himself upright in one fluid motion
that was too fast to really register. His head came up
to her waist and his eyes peered at her from two
suspicious looking slitted eyes.
Suddenly, he began to wave his arms about and screamed
at her in unintelligible words. The more Susan didn’t
do anything through her lack of understanding, the more
agitated he became. It went on until Susan held up her
hands, palm outwards to shut him up, but he must have
thought she was going to push him off the ledge,
because he cupped his hands and issued a high trilling
sound.
Nothing happened for a second, then, twenty figures,
identical to the first, melted out of the rock face and
surrounded her. They all carried wicked looking spears
with wickedly sharp looking points, all aimed at her
midriff.
By gestures with the spears, they indicated that she
should turn around. Susan complied and faced the wall.
One of them pushed a rock that seemed to be just lying
there and a large section of the rock face slid away to
reveal a dark passageway beyond it. A jab with a spear
in her buttocks got her moving forward. She had to bend
at an alarming angle to avoid banging her head. Here we
go again, she thought.
After what felt like several hours, but was in fact
only a few minutes, they entered a large torch lit
cavern. Hundreds of the little grey men were sitting in
tiered benches cut in the rock all facing her as she
was pushed onto a low dais at the foot of the
amphitheatre.
She stood and looked at them, noticing how they all
looked the same, with no identifying marks or variation
in their clothing. Idly, she wondered if they were
clones or something.
Then, as if given a jolt of electricity, they all rose
and as one, started with the unintelligible chattering.
Susan guessed that the noises were questions by the
cadence of their speech, but could not make out a
single word.
"CAT, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Susan screamed at the
top of her lungs. Two things happened, both equally
startling. Silence, profound and complete hit her like
a slap with a wet fish. The last noise, apart from her
echoed voice, was the click of hundreds of teeth as
mouths snapped shut.
The other thing was the sudden and dramatic appearance
of the Cat in purple smoke, right in the middle of
them. Ignoring the frantic efforts to get out of the
way, the cat nonchalantly sauntered down to the dais
that she was still standing on and brushed it’s self
against her legs.
"Trouble Darling?"
"Well duh". She was not impressed with her guide.
"What’s with these guys?" Susan resisted the urge to
stamp her foot in the classic spoilt princess routine.
"Seems to me, we have a bit of a situation here." His
calm and condescending tone was really grating her
nerves.
"No shit Sherlock." She would have continued, but a
small voice piped up.
"Err…excuse me... erm. We thought you were the mythical
snow man and we was trying to trap you so that we could
get some water in here… you know, from you melting,
silly really and we didn’t know you spoke goblinesque."
The diminutive figure trembled at the foot of the dais.
He was in standard uniform, grey.
It was obvious to Susan that she was not playing with
the brightest bunch of candles in the candelabra here.
I’m Human, got that? Human." Her exasperation
threatened to overflow. "How can you think I am the
sodding Abominable Snowman? I mean would he be all
white?"
"Dunno." The little grey goblin looked up at her and
blinked.
"What do you mean you don’t know? Haven’t you ever seen
a human before?"
"Er, no."
"WHAT? WELL DO I look like a fucking snow man?" Susan’s
anger was simmering nicely and she was starting to get
wound up. It didn’t help that the cat had jumped up on
the shoulder of the goblin and was watching her with
that supercilious grin on its face.
"To be totally honest with you, we wouldn’t know the
difference between you and a snowman. We haven’t ever
seen either before meeting you that is." He shuffled
his feet and studied the ground trying to hide his
embarrassment he felt for him self and his brothers. It
worked, because Susan’s anger dissipated into nothing.
"I’m trying to find the pearl of wisdom. A nice centaur
brought me so far, but couldn’t leave his realm or
something and then you fell out of the sky." She
neglected to remind him of her stone throwing.
"Let me see". He said, but meant think. He rested his
chin in an out sized fist and looked seriously like he
was deep in thought. His ruminations were punctuated
with little noises like hmm and ahh.
This didn’t change for several minutes until he
shrugged his shoulders, which looked quite comical
because he had no neck to speak of. "Can’t really help
with that one, sorry." At least he looked it. Then he
turned his heels and shouted in the gibberish at the
massed throng in the tiered seating. Heads shook and a
general hubbub rose from the ranks.
Then, from somewhere near the back of the throng, one
of the little grey men stood and grumped and spoke in
the gibberish that still made no sense to Susan. Her
interpreter told her that the little grey man, who had
spoken, knew a way through the mountain that would lead
her to a short cut to the cavern of the seat of
knowledge. It appeared that that is where the Pearl of
Wisdom was situated.
"The way is difficult and has many dangers. There are
monsters and demons in the labyrinth of tunnels through
the mountain. But your big, so you can fight ‘em off
can’t you?"
So it was that Susan trekked through the mountain.
Using tunnels and paths that led to caverns often
illuminated with greenish phosphorous mould that gave
off enough luminescence to light the way. Underground
lakes shone a smooth as black mirrors while stalactites
and stalagmites rose or fell like silent statues
guarding who knew what.
It was just as they were leaving just such a cavern
that Susan and he guides encountered Cerberus. His
three-headed torso sprung from behind a rock formation
and in the blink of an eye, was slavering a few inches
from her face. His hot fetid breath made her want to
gag.
In the same split second, Susan was aware that, apart
from the noisome beast in front of her, she was
completely alone. As if the rocks had absorbed her
guides and companions alike. They had vanished as
though never there.
"Fucking typical. You can trust a man to fuck off just
when he is needed." She commented to herself aloud. "I
suppose I have to deal with you now do I?"
The three heads of the mythical, but very evident dog,
all cocked to one side as if deaf in one ear. The sight
struck Susan, as funny and she couldn’t stifle a laugh.
This evinced a roar from the three throats in
harmonious counterpoint, which only served to tickle
her even more. Cerberus sat is if pole axed, his
obvious confusion paramount in triplicate and a whine
issued in trio.
"You’re supposed to quake at my fearsome sight and then
quail at the sound of my canine voice. You are supposed
to be trembling and pleading for your life and the
lives of your friends, who, I might add, have done the
Russian answer to war, as in, done the offskiev."
"Oh!" Was all Susan could manage while trying to get
her breath back, then, "Sorry."
"Well why aren’t you running screaming? Why are you not
defecating in your underwear? Why are you still
standing as if you don’t have a care in the world?"
"It’s a bit late to shit my pants mate". She informed
the confused trio of heads that were still cocked to
one side. I lost a pair to a Centaur and the ones I
have on now are so thick I probably wouldn’t notice the
extra packing. Besides, they itch like fuck, I think
it’s the fur. As for not having a care in the world,
you should try wearing these knickers. I can’t wait to
get them off and you ain’t going to eat me are you?"
"Guess not, but I have to look the part. Living with
these two bozos is no fun, but I ain’t ready to eat
people yet. Oi! Who you calling a bozo, bozo? Better
not be talking about me you fuck up."
The three heads started arguing, which quickly
descended into a scrap, each doing its best to bite the
other two. Fairly shortly, all of the necks got tangled
into a heaving mess of teeth and spittle. Susan
observed the melee and took the opportunity to rest for
a while, sitting on a rock. It had to stop though and
it was her ice-cold voice that cut through the ruckus
like a knife through jelly.
"When you have finished fucking about, can we get on
with this? My writer is getting cramp and wants to make
a cup of coffee."
The three heads tried to cock to one side, but only
succeeded in banging heads together.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
When Susan stopped laughing and had helped to untangle
their heads, she explained the mission she was on and
had got a promise of a guide through the mountains many
passages and myriad corridors.
"There is one thing though, we, uh..."
The three heads whispered together, just below Susan’s
hearing range.
"Go on then, you ask her." The left hand head turned to
Susan. "Um…we were wondering if... well... um?"
"You want sex with me right? You want payment for your
services and the currency in this screwed up shit for
brains world, is Sex yes?"
"Um, well actually, nice as that might be, we could
really do with a scratch between the ears, we don’t get
scratched there and the fleas think it’s home from
home. Sure the fuckers have built condo’s there.
"Ha! Ha! Ignore my presumption. It’s just been a wacky
weekend already and I was kinda expecting you to demand
that I give you oral sex and fuck your brains out. I
mean, it’s not like I haven’t screwed some strange
stuff and you would be nothing out of the ordinary in
this wonderland of treats. I mean, it’s not like I
haven’t screwed some weird fucker that the writer
didn’t even see fit to describe too much and then I
screwed a Centaur that the writer really got into,
think the sicko has a thing about bestiality, which
means this tale might go anywhere and you are an
animal, right?"
"Alright already! Sheesh! Does she ever shut up?"
"Listen, we are just as much a victim of the foibles of
the writer okay. We haven’t had any sex for years and
years. What’s worse is that he has just had the idea of
giving us, not only three heads, although that was some
other shit for brains guy’s idea way back, but he has
just decided to give us two cocks. Now if that isn’t
perverse, I don’t know what is.
((Authors note. I lost control of these characters some
time back. Anything they say is to be disregarded as
spurious nonsense.))
"But since you mention it, sex with you might grease
the way, so to speak."
It’s a strange thing, but when sex is in the air, all
manner of weird things happen, one of those was the
sudden re-emergence of the little grey men, voyeurs all
to a man.
"You lot can fuck off for a start! If you think I am
getting jiggy in front of you lot, you got another
think coming, kapeche?"
Nonplussed, the crowd of little grey men coalesced into
a mob and collectively increased the pressure on her to
give the performance of a lifetime.
"Ahh, what the hell, lets get it done then and perhaps
we can get on with the quest eh?
Susan’s clothes hit the floor in an untidy heap around
her ankles. Her breasts, free from the confines of the
fur lined bra, bounced a little before settling into
their customary position, with her nipples pointing
slightly upward. Freedom from the furry knickers was
something of a relief; her semi-shaved bush hardly hid
her mound.
Stepping out of the circle of clothing, she approached
Cerberus and stroked each neck in turn and scratched
behind each set of ears. Her hands caressed and
stroked, working their way over shoulders and flanks,
kneading and smoothing. Cerberus was like a dog with
two tails, except he had three heads and two cocks, but
only one tail.
She knelt on the bare rock floor and gently coaxed one
and then the other cock from their respective sheaths.
She noted that he had two sets of balls and wondered to
her self; just how much semen this would produce.
Fairly shortly, she had two cocks twitching and
dripping precum in her palms.
Her ministrations of rubbing the thick bright red cocks
was getting results, Cerberus’s haunches were beginning
to buck and his sides heaved with panted and shortened
breathing. Without preamble, she lowered her head and
took one of the monster cocks into her mouth. Sucking
on the throbbing cock while still rubbing the other.
Her fist kept knocking against her cheek and the sounds
of wetness echoed in her ear.
Cerberus was endowed with two large cocks and both of
them were urging towards climax. The one in her mouth
was close to spurting its load into her throat and the
other was about to spray her face with its creamy
emissions. Susan stopped sucking and rubbing and
twisted around under his belly, offering her sex to his
urgently throbbing dicks.
Carefully, she reached between her kneeling legs and
guided one of his cocks to her already wet and
glistening hole and was rewarded as it slipped into her
body. It was only as she settled into a comfortable
position, that she realised the other cock had entered
her anal passage and was slowly, but surely, working
its way deeper into her. A feral need was awakened in
her; she thrust back onto the cocks and impaled
herself.
In a feat she would never have thought possible, she
managed to alternate the thrusts of the cocks by
arching her back up and then down. It seemed as if she
had two independent centres of sensation clambering for
release. As her body became more used to the invasion
and her muscles relaxed, more of Cerberus forced its
way into her until both knots pushed against her
openings.
In her desperation to accept his seed, she thrust
backwards and was rewarded as his knot entered her
cunt, passing her inner lips and finding its way to
nestle deep inside her. Then the other knot pushed past
her sphincter and rammed into her ass. The pain was
almost unbearable until his thrust began to work their
magic on her nerve endings. She reached back between
her legs and found her clit. She punished it between
forefinger and thumb, twisting and pinching until she
shuddered an orgasm.
Cerberus howled in triplicate and shot two loads of red
hot cum into her, flooding both canals in a frenzy of
carnal lust and a basic instinctive need to lock and
compete the act of procreation. Her stomach swelled
with the copious amounts of dog cum and they locked as
if they would never separate again.
The group of little grey men clapped and jigged from
foot to foot, their enjoyment of the spectacle evident
in their excitement and dancing. Susan only now, became
aware of them and the state she must have looked like,
but it didn’t matter. Her body adjusted and allowed
Cerberus to slip out of her canals with a loud plopping
and sucking noise. The movement created new waves of
pleasure in diminishing crests.
Then it was over. Cerberus had had his fill of her.
Susan was fucked beyond her wildest dreams and the
little grey men all had their cocks out, wanking like
fury. A collective Ahh went up and hundreds of tiny
spurts coalesced into the ever-growing puddle of cum
collecting in a hollow in the floor.
Later, after they had all rested and eaten food
provided from the rucksacks carried by the little rock
goblins. They set off through the mountain, in secret
passages that would never be seen by human again.
Chapter three
Susan continues her Quest and meets a dragon and goes
home.
Their trek through the mountain took the best part of
the day. Progress might have been quicker, but Cerberus
insisted on stopping every so often and lifting a leg
against outcrops of rock as if marking the way back
with his scent.
Progress might have also been quicker if they didn’t
have a lengthy stop to give Susan another good seeing
to. Cerberus, still quite satisfied from their
previous, was content to lick her pussy until she
creamed her self and made a mess of his middle snout.
It would have gone on to full sex, but the three heads
couldn’t decide between them, quite how to do it. Susan
thought she might be spared the ignominy of having the
two dog dicks empty inside her and was pleased at the
reprise. The little grey men had other ideas though.
Seeing that her clothing had once again hit the floor,
they took the opportunity to have their own way with
her.
Susan was spread eagled on her back with her womanly
charms open to investigation. Her rapid and disabling
orgasm was just beginning to subside when she suddenly
felt something invade her sopping wet fuck hole.
Surprised and thinking Cerberus had changed his mind;
she lifted her head to find one of the little guys with
his fist and arm firmly shoved up her twat.
"What the fu..."
Her mouth was clamped shut by a small hand, while other
little grey hands grabbed her swinging tits.
"...uummph?" She finished.
It was relentless, something like twenty of the little
fellas had accompanied Cerberus and her, and all of
them were going to take a turn at her. Their little
cocks couldn’t do much for her, but the fisting did,
especially when they started to double team her with
one fist in the ass and another in her cunt.
Pretty soon, she was rushing towards a violent come and
was tipped over the edge when another of the small
goblins started to slap her clit with the flat of his
grey hand having given up rubbing it. T
he little smacks devastated her and she was sure that,
at least one of the little guys drowned in her juices.
She almost drowned in their collective come they
insisted should be swallowed. The guys might have been
small, but they could come for their world and twenty
or so of them made quite an amount of man essence.
When they had all sated them selves in her throat,
Susan re-dressed and wordlessly pointed the direction
she was going to go in and started to walk. She didn’t
trust her vocal cords to be able to articulate anything
more than a grunt or moan. Her legs weren’t in much
better shape, quivering as they did from the prolonged
high of her last orgasm. Somehow, she managed to make
headway.
What seemed like hours past and with each step, Susan’s
temper bloomed until. After the umpteenth time of
Cerberus pissing against the wall, Susan’s patience
gave out and she rounded on the huge animal.
"Can’t you ever stop the fucking pissing every few
steps?" She put her fists on her hips in the classic
you’re in for a fight matey, pose. "We could be miles
further on if you didn’t keep stopping to slash all
over the place."
"Two things come to mind, actually, three. First, this
is my domain and I do as I please."
"Two." The second head took over. "It makes no
difference to the journey. Time and space are all
relative here."
"And three." The third head chimed in. "Fuck you."
"And forth, if you weren’t such a horny bitch and kept
stopping to fuck our brains out, we might have got
there last week."
She was sure the three heads were laughing and got
really angry, but held it in for the moment.
"You want to learn to count, you stupid fuckwit." She
commented. "What do you mean, time and space are all
relative? Do you mean that we aren’t really moving?
Just sort of making the actions?"
"That’s about the strength of it. We are moving, but
nothing is really moving at all, just the scenery.
Still, won’t be long now, my nose tells me the end is
quite close."
"Thank fuck for that." She shrugged her shoulders
angrily and started forward. Only a few minutes later,
the quality of light noticeably began to change.
Instead of the phosphorous green half-light, shadows
started to become more defined and the air seemed
cooler.
Then, suddenly, they were on a ledge overlooking a
green and verdant valley. Sunlight streamed from the
western end from a cloudless sky. Afternoon was clearly
well entered into and the coolness of evening caused
her to goose pimple.
"Well here you are then." Cerberus stayed in the shadow
of the opening as if the light would burn him. The
little grey men were almost invisible, shuffling around
in the neck of the cave mouth. "This is where we stop
and leave you to continue your travels. You will soon
come to a path that leads up to the top. Follow it
until your guide finds you. Goodbye and um…thanks for
the screw, it was nice." He turned to re-enter the
cave.
"Nice! Fucking hell, what did you expect? No, don’t
tell me. Well go on then, fuck of back to you lonely
life talking to your self." She also turned to leave
and nearly walked straight over the precipice, but
managed to stop and tried to make it look as if she had
done it purposely, not wanting the animal to see she
was utterly devastated by the parting if truth be told.
"I meant it was something special, but no matter. Take
care Susan and good luck in your quest." He stepped
back and winked out of sight.
"I fucking hate this place." She muttered to herself
and then, to add to her general feeling of misery, the
cat suddenly appeared at her feet in a small cloud of
green smoke. "Nice special effects." She remarked
dryly.
"Thought I would cheer you up with some colour after
all that grey." He managed to form a scowl, not easy
when a smile is painted on your face.
"What did that three headed idiot mean about time and
space being relative? Susan felt the need to ask,
because if she weren’t actually moving, just the
scenery, then a quick fast forward would be nice.
The cat’s face split into a huge grin as he said.
"You’ve heard the phrase, two heads are better than
one? Yes? Well three heads are one too many and only
screw up the stew." His answer couldn’t have been more
obtuse if he sat and thought about it for a whole
week." The cat paused to clean a paw.
"Anyway, as your guide, I suggest you step back from
the edge and start walking up that path. Just a
suggestion mind." He winked out, leaving Susan alone
again.
Utterly forlorn, she looked in the direction indicated
by the cat before his disappearing act. To her
amazement, a yellow-bricked road led away and upwards
until it was obscured by the curve of the mountain.
"Oh great!" She said to herself. "And I am supposed to
be Dorothy I guess?" The question was rhetorical and
directed at the space recently vacated by the cat.
"If the cap fits, you won’t need a condom and
pessories." It was just as well the cat had winked out,
because she would have kicked him to death.
Susan stepped onto the ochre coloured roadway and
noticed that she now had red sparkling shoes on her
feet and a gingham dress. All that was missing was the
tin man, Cowardly lion, Toto and the scarecrow. She
shrugged again, something that was becoming habitual,
and started to walk.
Idly, she wondered what would happen if she actually
stopped walking, would the scenery still move? Or would
the cat wink into view again to hurry her along. She
stopped and a split second later, the scenery stopped
as well.
The cat’s voice cut into her thoughts, sounding like it
was on her shoulder.
"You’re getting too good at this, best play along
though, because the power that is, will get the needle
and you just might be stuck for good and all."
"Last thing I need is to be stuck with you, you little
prick." Susan spat the last words out as if they
dripped in venom.
"As a matter of fact, you have been stuck with me. Who
do you think Cerberus was really?" He let the moment
sink in, and then continued. "I ain’t just a cat you
know, in fact, I can be anyone or anything I choose,
like say, centaur maybe or an Orc. Neat eh?"
"You dirty little fucker. So you have been screwing
with me all this time?" Susan’s incredulity rose by
several notches.
"Can you blame me? You are a very sexy woman and
getting jiggy with you is the most natural thing in
this whole realm. Anyway, you still have a quest to
finish and I guess, one or two more tight situations
before you get out of here."
"What? Like you want to screw me in other guises before
I eventually get free of this nightmare? You perverted
little fucker, I ought to cut your balls off and feed
them to your throat."
The cat stayed out of vision while he laughed.
"Oh! Fuck you." Susan’s patience ran out and she
stomped off up the path.
Pretty soon, her stomping brought her to another cave
mouth. An evil smell was emanating from the dark depths
and a faint smell, like bitumen was carried on a foetid
breeze coming from inside. Susan felt rather than
heard, a deep resonant rumble that came from no human
throat. She steeled herself and stepped into the gloom.
A wall of heat hit her, almost knocking the breath from
her lungs. Somehow, she managed to place one foot in
front of the other and advance down a sloping tunnel
towards the source of the heat and stench.
The sight, when she eventually arrived at a huge
subterranean amphitheatre, was overwhelming. The
horseshoe shaped cavern, had a high domed ceiling that
had to be all of thirty feet high. In the centre of the
arena was a huge pile of jewels surrounded by
brilliantly glowing braziers of dark metal. She could
see rubies, emeralds, diamonds and gold glinting all
over the pile. Sat on top of it was a giant green
dragon, complete with the scales and barbels under its
jaw, just like the Chinese mythical Wyrme.
Glittering composite eyes regarded Susan with no
apparent interest. Small curlicues of grey smoke wisped
from enormous nostrils that topped a wickedly curled
mouth full of teeth that resembled scimitars and looked
just as sharp and dangerous.
Susan was unsure what to do. She had a feeling that if
she made any sudden movement, she might end up as a
light snack or fried on the spot. She froze to the spot
and hoped that the dragon would ignore her. She was
unlucky.
AT LAST! YOU HAVE ARRIVED; I WAS GIVING UP ON YOU.
The monster hadn’t spoken, it words appeared in Susan’s
minds eye like front-page headlines.
"I was um... unavoidably delayed." Susan answered
lamely and felt very small in doing it.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TO DO?
"Um, I think so.
HOW DO YOU INTEND TO STEAL THE PEARL?
"I haven’t thought that far ahead. Besides, I don’t
know where it is yet. I guessed I would make something
up when I found it."
IT’S RIGHT THERE. The dragon pointed with its smoking
snout towards a pedestal on the opposite side of the
cavern to Susan.
"I guess you won’t just let me take it will you?" Susan
knew the answer before she asked the question, but
decided it was worth a shot.
NO, I WILL NOT GIVE IT TO YOU. YOU MUST STEAL IT.
"How the hell am I supposed to steal something, when
you know that I am here and my intentions before I
start?"
YOU COULD TRY COERCION OR USE SOME SUBTLE ART. YOU
MIGHT TRY TRICKERY OR A CLEVER PLAN TO GET ME TO LEAVE
MY NEST, OR YOU COULD TRY AND DISTRACT ME.
"Would sex work?"
NO.
"Would any of those work?"
NO.
"Fat lot of good that advice was then. Hang on. Are you
really the cat? Because if you are, I am getting tired
of this game now and really would like to go home."
"She isn’t me." The cat winked into existence on a
ledge, just out of her reach.
HELLO FELINUS.
"Hi Draco, how’s it going?"
OKAY I GUESS. THE LITTLE ONES SHOULD BE HATCHING IN A
FEW DECADES NOW, SO THAT WILL BE NICE. MAKE A CHANGE TO
HAVE SOME COMPANY HERE.
"How long’s it been, hundred and fifty years?"
SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
"Sorry to bust up the reunion, but I want to go home
and could use a suggestion or something here." Susan
raised her voice to overcome the echoed reverberations
of the dragon’s voice.
I SEE YOU ARE STILL MESSING AROUND WITH ALTERNATIVE
UNIVERSES. WHAT IS IT ABOUT THIS PEARL THAT ATTRACTS
YOU SO MUCH?
"Hello. Is anyone listening to me?" Susan’s voice went
up an octave.
SHUT UP!
"Shut up!"
The stereophonic order hit her like a hammer and
knocked her onto her arse. The gingham dress flew up
over her head, revealing that she had no underwear on.
She unravelled herself and smoothed the voluminous
fabric down. Stunned, Susan sat there and listened, as
the two re-acquainted them selves like long lost
friends.
The conversation went on and on, it occurred to Susan
that she had been forgotten. Slowly, so she didn’t
remind them of her presence, Susan got up and sidled
around the pile of jewels and gold. After several
minutes, she reached the pedestal and in a moment of
pure genius, replaced the pearl with a white stone.
She edged her way back to the entrance and was about to
start back up the sloping tunnel, when she was pole
axed.
OH! THAT WAS SLICK; NOW STAY QUITE STILL.
Susan was compelled to stop. Her senses reeled from the
mental onslaught.
WELL, YOU MANAGED TO STEAL THE PEARL, BUT DO YOU REALLY
KNOW WHY YOU HAVE? HAS IT BEEN EXPLAINED TO YOU WHAT
THE PEARL MEANS? YOU MAY ANSWER.
"N-no, it hasn’t, just that it is my release from this
world." Susan’s mind tried to shrink and hide somewhere
near her feet.
IS THAT WHAT THE LITTLE WEASEL TOLD YOU? DIDN’T YOU
KNOW, ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS SAY HOME THREE TIMES AND
YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN TRANSPORTED STRAIGHT BACK TO
WHEREVER YOU CAME FROM?
"Obviously not." Susan’s sarcasm was returning. "Do you
honestly think I would have stayed one second more than
I had to if I had known?" She was livid and began
looking for the cat; she had a few choice words for the
tricky feline.
"So what is this pearl then?" She felt she should find
out what she had been dragged into.
WELL, IF FELINUS MANAGES TO EVER GET IT OUT OF HERE, HE
WILL RULE THE WORLD. ALL WORLDS, IT IS THE PEARL OF
ULTIMATE WISDOM. WITH IT, HE WILL KNOW EVERYTHING, PAST
PRESENT AND FUTURE; CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT THE LITTLE
FUCKER WOULD DO ARMED WITH THAT KIND OF KNOWLEDGE?
"Where is he? I want a word with him." Susan’s voice
took on a dangerous quietitude. Anyone who knew her
would stay right out of her way.
"Right behind you ducks, and you had better hand over
the pearl."
Susan spun on her heel and was amazed to see her old
Math Tutor standing nonchalantly just a few feet away.
"Hand it over." The figure was right, but the voice was
definitely wrong. "Comes from your memories Honey.
You’re like an open book. Always seeking love and
recognition. Never quite cutting it. By the way, you’re
a passable screw and suck very well. Did you learn that
in college too?" The Cheshire style grin spread across
his face, mimicking the cat for a second.
"So, you used me to get this eh?" She proffered the
pearl, cupped in her palms. "All so you could be the
lord of all? Well catch!" She hefted the precious jewel
into the air and waited for it to reach the top of its
parabolic flight before stepping forward and planting a
full-bloodied kick to his nuts.
Her foot met with satisfying resistance and she almost
laughed at the comic way his eyes crossed, just before
he grasped his balls and sunk to the floor, groaning.
"If you had bothered to read further into my memory,
you would have found that I owed him that and, for all
the fucking around, have this too." She swung her foot
again and connected with his jaw. The lights went out
in his eyes and he slumped bonelessly in a heap.
The pearl reached the stone floor and shattered into
dust, which surprised Susan a little.
IT WAS A FALSE PEARL. THE REAL ONE IS UNDER MY EGGS. I
COULDN’T RUN THE RISK OF HIM MANAGING TO GET IT. IS HE
ALRIGHT BY THE WAY?
"Who cares?" Susan didn’t look at her tormentor again,
instead she approached the huge dragon and prepared to
say goodbye.
TAKE THIS BY WAY OF THANKS. GOODBYE SUSAN AND BE HAPPY.
Susan took what was offered without looking at it and
bade the dragon goodbye. It was the only creature that
hadn’t wanted to screw her.
"Home. Home. Home." All went very black.
She didn’t awake so much as just become conscious of a
crowd of people surrounding her. The park bench had cut
lines into her back where she had lain on it and her
head was throbbing.
The crowd, seeing she was alive and stirring, gave out
a collective sigh, whether in disappointment that she
was alive, or because she was alive, Susan didn’t know.
"What?" She yelled as loudly as her head would allow.
"Fuck off you lot, go on, fuck off." She groaned from
the effort of raising and yelling.
The crowd, seeing that the spectacle was over, did as
she advised and dissipated in different directions,
leaving one guy by himself. Eventually, she married
him; having seen an iridescent green glint in his eye
reminded her of something that she couldn’t quite
remember.
She also found in her palm, an emerald the size of a
hens egg.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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