0 comments/ 12745 views/ 0 favorites Dark One By: babygirl4889 Everyone had always thought of me as strange. It never occurred to me that they would be right. See, I had never really fit in. I was always what people would call creepy, and scary. When other girls were out trying to find the perfect "Ken" look alike I was trying to find some peace and order in my life. I thought I would never find a place to get away from all the "girls" around me. One day, I stumbled upon an abandoned house. I was never one to frighten easily so I stepped inside to get away from the outside world. Right away I noticed that there was no electricity so I grabbed a candle and lit it up. As I traveled up the stairs exploring the house I heard a door close behind me. Not wanting to turn around, I pursued my little escapade and came upon a room that was unlocked. As I stepped inside, candles suddenly lit up. The room was bathed in candlelight and right in the middle of the room was a beautiful canopy bed. Funny thing about old houses, you never expect to find anything in good conditions, thinking that all the good stuff has been sold, repossessed, or stolen. As I entered the room I suddenly felt a chill run up my spine. I told myself not to get frantic and walked over to the bed. Suddenly the door closed lightly and a voice from somewhere said, "Do you like the way I have decorated our room? I have been expecting you for some time now." Shocked I drop the candlestick and slowly turned around. "Don't look so shocked." he said. The voice came from a shadow behind the curtain. As he stepped out I noticed how extremely tall and masculine he looked. He was dressed in what seemed like old British clothes. He had long black hair that was tied up loosely and the most intriguing set of black penetrating eyes I had ever seen. As he stepped closer, I could smell his scent. He excited me in ways I had never thought possible. He reached out and stroked my cheek saying that what I was wearing was all wrong for the night he had planned. He looked in the direction of the bed and said to change into what was on it. I slowly walked to the bed and picked up a long black robe. I felt him come up behind me and circle my waist with his arms. He breathed in my hair and then whispered in my ear to put it on. The feel of his hot breath on my skin sent little tremors in me, making me imagine what was to come. All of these sensations were sending me in a spiraling vertigo. Never had I imagined that a single breath could make me so wanton. As I walked to the other room to change, I felt his eyes on me. I emerged from the room and stepped in. His back was to me and he looked incredibly sexy. He then turned around and came up to me with a glass of a dark red wine. I took a sip and savored the wine. I look up to smile at him and our eyes meet. His eyes never leaving mine, he takes my glass and places both on a table next to us. His hands cup my face and kiss me ever so lightly. Tentative to his touch, I kiss him back. He deepens the kiss and picks me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me down ever so gently and that is when I notice that he has put red rose petals all over the bed. He kisses me again, this time with a little more urgency. I reach up to his head and free all of his hair. He looks down at me and smiles. I shyly reach up and unbutton his shirt. He looks at me with interest and urges me to continue while. I remove his shirt and kiss a scar that I have found on his chest. As I continue to kiss his chest, I come across his nipple and nip it lightly. His intake of breath makes me realize that he is affected more than he lets on. I give his other nipple equal attention and then move on to unbutton his pants. He smiles at me and tells me to continue. As I tug at his pants, I kiss his abdomen and lick around the outside of his belly button. I trail lightly kisses down until I reach the elastic of briefs. I then remove his briefs and set his pulsating member free. I stare at it in wonder as it stands up proudly. I look up shyly at him and he urges me on. I lightly kiss its tip as he starts to leak. He tastes so good that I kiss it again. As I take the tip in my mouth, I lightly lick around the head and his breathing starts to get a little rough. As I take more of him in my mouth, I can feel him start to get a little anxious. I ever so slowly circle his member around with my tongue. As this goes on, his head is thrown back in pleasure. Hearing his audible sighs I continue. Quickening my pace, I feel his scrotum start to expand in my mouth. He warns me that he will erupt soon and I lick him even faster. He then releases his seed in my mouth and I swallow the whole amount of it, not letting the least bit drip. He smiles and looks in my eyes. He kisses me while removing the robe. As I lay in there, he trails light kisses down my neck, to my collarbone. He continues to kiss downward until he reaches the valley between my breasts. He centers his attention on my left breast by kissing it ever so gently then nibbling on it. The sensation makes my breath run quicker and my legs start to shake. He then centers his attention on my other breast causing me to close my eyes as a wave of pleasure surges through me. He continues his trail of kisses to my abdomen down to my center being. He lightly kisses me and then ever so slowly, he licks my center. The torture is so great and so pleasant at the same time that I never want it to end. He then inserts a finger in me and a wave of pleasure erupts through me. He moves his finger ever so slowly making me so prone to his touch. He then inserts his other finger in me, as his tongue never misses a beat. He continues his sweet torture sending me into wave after spiraling wave of pleasure. He then whispers that I am ready and slowly brings the tip of his member to my center. He enters me at a crawl and I feel as if I am about to burst if he does not quicken his pace. We become one and I can feel him deep inside of me. He slowly starts to move in and out of me. I meet his thrust as he quickens his pace. He tells me how great I feel and how he always knew that we would be a perfect fit. He speeds up again and this time we are both thrashing wildly about on the bed. He then starts to swell causing me to clutch on to him even tighter. He then looks in my eyes and says, "Come with me." He entwines my hands with his and we both experience a wave of pleasure. As we return to our conscious state, he circles my body with his and kisses me ever so gently. As we lay there, we fall asleep in each other's arms. As the morning approaches us, I wake to find myself in my own room. Did it actually happen or was I dreaming? I lay back down and look at the side of the bed where he was sleeping and find a single red rose with his hair tie around it. On the rose was a note saying "Till we meet again my dark mistress." It was then signed: Antonio. Dark Ooze "Sera, if you would be so kind as to get some pink belladonna root from the basement?" Sera muttered as she made her way down the stone stairs. The graduation age of a wizard was, by all official rules, 20 years, and Sera was just 2 years away from that. And she hadn't learned a thing from her master. Well, not quite. She could do some basic energy manipulation, toss a fireball, levitate simple objects, but nothing really noteworthy. When she had been deposited at Iskin Blank's tower home 8 years ago by her mother, she had expected to learn how to traverse the dimensions, bend unknowable monsters to her will, and rain down incomparable destruction upon her foes! Mistress Blank had her ferrying potion ingredients back and forth. Yes, there was the occasional lesson, and those always stuck with Sera, but the real meat of magic had been stolen from her. Sera should be moving on to greater things by now! She knew she could look the part. If in the right clothes, her hourglass figure would shine, her well-sized breasts exemplary, and her brilliant red hair a fiery beacon of her presence. She could just imagine the titles now. Archflame Sera! Sera of the Mystic Blaze! Names she knew she could earn. She was stuck, for now, as an unnoticed apprentice in a simple dress. The stairs finally ended on a cobblestone floor. Resting near a wall, a magical rock gave out blue light. Sera had been down here too many times for her liking. There was a rack against one wall filled with nothing but wine bottles, and a disassembled brass pentagram she had never seen used. There were several shelves in the back that held various potion ingredients and magical measuring implements, so that's where'd she'd have to go. The only problem was that the room, normally massive and covered in lamp-stones like the one next to her, was completely dark. Nothing to worry about. Probably. Sera grumbled a few archaic words and shook her left hand. Blue light burst out from the palm of her hand, and she focused it on the dark room. The room's roof was supported by beams of wood, and these beams should have lamp-stones next to them. Sera sweeped her light across the closest beam, but didn't find anything next to it. She focused on the next one, and the one after that. Not a single support had the lamp-stone it should have next to it. Something bubbled and sighed in the back of the room. Sera twitched her beam of light to the back, and her other hand fizzed with magical sparks, ready to throw firebolts at an instance. The blue light crawled up a pool of purple ooze, then up two smooth violet cylinders, then up a definitivly womanly body, then focused on a woman's face made out of purple slime. Well, calling it a woman was a bit of a stretch. The being looked like she was more aiming for Sera's age, and Sera still considered herself a girl. In one hand, the woman held a dusky grey crystalline rock. "What the..." Sera whispered to herself. She broadened the beam to see the entire woman. She was much like a human, except for where her knees melted into a large puddle of purple ooze. Thick ropy strands of hair-like gel cascaded from her scalp, sometimes sticking to her skin or dipping back into the pool. Her breasts were massive, much bigger than Sera's, with dark purple cones where nipples would be. Behind her breasts, insider her body, was a dark sphere-like thing, as big as two fists put together. The woman sighed and put a finger to her pouty lips and leaned back. "Who are you?" asked Sera impertinently. She brought her sparking hand up, and a tiny ball of flame was forming between her fingers. "Just a weary traveler," replied the ooze woman, "If names insist, I'll be Oozie." "Well, then, Oozie, what are you doing in Mistress Blank's basement?" Sera asked. "Nothing much, just filling up," Oozie replied. Her voice was slick, like it traveled down an oiled slope. Oozie stood up, bunching up globs of gel for lower legs, making her more than the height of Sera. Sera's eyes flicked to the gray rock. Her light strode around Oozie, flashing on more than a dozen gray rocks like Oozie's, as well as a few of the magical instruments, each one in pieces. "Did you eat the lamp-stones?" Sera asked in frustration. Oozie hummed, looked at the stone she was holding, and tossed it back. "How did you get in here in the first place! This is a wizard's tower, a sanctum of arcane might, not a feasting hall!" Sera was almost screaming. On one hand, Mistress Blank would be far better at handling this than she would. However, she could always try... "I teleported in with a spell." Sera was stunned. Mistress Blank hadn't even mentioned teleportation without prompting, and this slimy creature just admitted to bypassing all manner of alarms and walls with one of the most classical spells! The spark of fire shrunk down in her hands, then flared up. It'd be best to deal with her right here and now. Sera flung the rapidly-enlarging bolt at Oozie. All Oozie did was raise a hand, and the flame sputtered against an invisible wall. "Tell me, little miss hot-shot, are you a wizard? You've barely got the know-how for it." Sera's face flushed with embarrassment. "Don't blame me, blame my teacher," she spat back. "Ah, yes, I always could blame your teacher," Oozie said. She was sliding closer now. Sera could smell some kind of rich tropical scent coming from her. "And if that is the case, I think you could use a new teacher!" "Wh-whatcha talking about?" Sera stammered. A rush of colorful flowers and juicy fruits assaulted her nose. It smelt like when Mistress Blank was brewing a charm potion for an unscrupulous customer. Oozie placed her arms around Sera's neck and leaned in. Her eyes had dark violet irises, and near-black pupils, boring into Sera's eyes. "I'm a good teacher. I've lived long, learned lots. Could teach you whole new things..." Actually learning things...yeah, that sounded good. A part of Sera's mind was nudging her, suggesting that something was off. That part was getting quieter by the second. Another part, a more primal part of her, was wet. "Huh-how do I sign up?" Sera asked in a power-driven numb craze. "Let me handle that part," Oozie hissed in Sera's ear. Sera had barely recognized the move. She felt wet fingers slid under the hem of her dress and slid it to the floor. The room was cold, and her nipple perked and hardened at the sensation. In a dull sea of mind, she knew that she was naked. She felt her breasts squish with Oozie's, felt gelatinous finger grasp and cup her ample bottom. Sera was pushed to the floor, but she didn't hit cold rock. Her back fell with a splat on a mat of purple gel. Raising her arms up in a daze, she mumbled, "What'cha goin' to do to me?" Oozie leaned in on top of her. "Granting your wish of power." Oozie's lips parted, and a long purple tongue was dragged across Sera's neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt tendrils lock themselves around her feet and hands, immobilizing her. Gooey hands planted themselves on her breasts. She watched near-mute and they pushed up and down, kneading into her breasts. Shivers of pleasure trickled into her as fingers massaged her flesh and as Oozie's palms swallowed up her hard nipples. Oozie's tongue slipped past Sera's lips, and their lips connected. She could feel the appendage writhe in her mouth, tasting like sweet, sweet fruit. Too soon, it was dragged out of her, slimy purple strands connecting her lips to Oozie's. "Are you virginal?" asked Oozie. "Huh?" Sera's mind was clouded, with only small bolts of pleasure piercing it. "Are you virginal?" Oozie asked again. Sera's mind fumbled with the answer. "Nuh-no. Mistress Blank warned me to stay a virgin because some things need virgin watchamacalish..." "This may hurt a little bit. But be pleased to know that you are that much more powerful." Sera's mind tried to perk up in attention, but softened as she felt gentle caresses between her legs. She sighed and shivered with pleasure, and tried to look at what was happening with her genitals. Oozie obligingly leaned back to let her see. Between Oozie's legs, a violet gooey tendril had sprouted, only as thick as one of Sera's fingers. It licked up and down Sera's slit like a tongue, rubbing pleasure into her body. She could feel its sticky jam cover her petal-lips, smearing itself across her. It curled around her hardening clit, giving it an experimental squeeze, before sliding down the slit again. She felt it pause in the middle of her cunt. Sera barely anything else when it slid in easily. She felt a prick of pain as the tendril pierced something, but soon the tickles of pleasure came back into her. Sera sighed in pleasure as the tendril burrowed and slid back out, coming out more moist than it entered. Oozie brought a finger up to Sera's chin to guide her head away from the scene. Soft lips enveloped hers again as Oozie's tongue pressed into her. Sera felt herself tighten around Oozie, or was it Oozie getting bigger? She felt her walls, formerly just licked, be pressed against harder and harder, stretched more with each thrust Oozie made into her body. With each thrust, each growth, the shocks of pleasure that coursed into her body grew as well. Sera could barely feel her arms or legs. She felt only Oozie's tongue playing inside her mouth, Oozie's tendril insider her body, and the wet massages on her skin as Oozie's breasts pressed into hers. The tendril pressing in between her legs stopped growing as it thrust into her. She felt rough bumps spawn on it, rubbing her walls and tickling the most cloistered spots. If her mouth was free, she would be moaning in pleasure. She felt another slimy tendril slither across her lower body. This one settled right above the one planting itself in her cunt. She felt it slither around her thighs before it grabbed the hard button of her lower lips. It pulled, dragged, and flicked her clit. With each motion even more awareness she had was blasted out in favour of numbing pleasure. Sera heard a whisper by her ear, "One more..." Her mind was too succumbed to pleasure, to the sense of touch, to realize or care. She felt the slime caress the skin near her rosebud, wet mass pressing and pleasing the flesh. Mindlessly wanting, she tried to lift her waist up to let it in easier. Before even a second of exertion, she collapsed weakly. It didn't seem to matter. She felt a wet point poke below her cunt, and slid toward her rectum. It danced on the orifice, wetting the exit, before slipping in like a worm. Her muscles clenched around the invader, but her whole body was pliant to Oozie's massaging force. It slid in further, wrapping around inside her. She could feel it swell, like with the one in her pussy, as it went back and forth. Sera couldn't even think underneath the waves of pleasure crashing down on her. Forces pressing against her breasts, forces in her mouth, pussy, and ass, squishy binding rubbing her. She couldn't stand it. Gushes of fluid splashed onto Oozie as Sera writhed with pleasure, buckling against her bonds and thrusting her hips forward. Sera's body clenched around Oozie's intrusion in protest of potential absence as her lustful moans managed to get around Oozie's tongue. Sera finally stopped twitching after a while. Her body ached and her mind was blurred with exhaustion. She collapsed like a limp doll to the ground, and barely twitched. Oozie smiled as her form enveloped Sera. Hugging Sera's weak complicated body to her own in a loving embrace, Oozie cooed out soft lullabies as she got to work making Sera more powerful. * * * Iskin was a patient woman, but she had a line, and Sera was crossing that line. She should've fetched Sera a long time ago, but the potion stewing in the cauldron was a love potion, and needed constant attention. Genuine Romance was a fickle thing, even in bottle-able format. Iskin looked like she was a tall, buxom woman in her early 30's, but an experiment gone wrong in her early years blasted her hair, lips, and inner flesh to icy white and saved her the cost of investigating youth-keeping magics. It was precisely that mistake, which could have blasted her into becoming a ghost, that made her so careful with Sera. Sera's mother, Enna, was only a child when Iskin first moved into her town, and often raided Iskin's garden for any of the numerous fruits Iskin favored. On more than one occasion, she had to pull Enna out of her garden because of the other things she had to grow. This led to her advising Enna on more than one occasion, and apparently Enna thought Iskin was the best when Sera started shooting sparks out of her hands. It probably wasn't the smartest thing Enna ever did. Iskin had never taught anybody else, and her studies focused more on liquids than energy-related endeavours. When Sera turned up on her doorstep, she simply didn't know where to start. She did know that a lot required precaution. Iskin sighed and set the ladle she was holding on the table next to one of her potion books. She wasn't sure if it'd keep, but she had to check up on Sera. Her long white dress billowed as she walked towards the stairs down. What worried Iskin the most was the stairs. She didn't hear any crashing, but that didn't mean that Sera hadn't taken a tumble. However, not a single flagstone of the stairs down had a crumpled form on them. The basement proved to be far more worrying, however. Iskin kicked at a dull gray rock near the entrance. That should be glowing, and magically, it was as dead as a doornail. With a word of power, Iskin's hand lit up like a lamp, illuminating a circle around her. At the edge, a slick purple mass quivered. Iskin focused her lamp, and the light fell on two women made out of purple ooze. One of them was a complete stranger, but the other one, resting against the stranger in a sleep-like manner, was Sera. There was a faint red taint to the purple hair-like mass on her head that rapidly faded, but her face was the same. Iskin could see inside the couple, where a nucleus core rested at the stranger's heart, and a similar core quivered and trembled inside Sera's head. The stranger looked up and gave a malicious grin. "Shhh, the babe's sleeping," she taunted. Iskin screamed in rage. Before she knew what she was doing, words of arctic power burst from her lips and her finger pointed accusingly at the slime-woman. A chilly beam of hoarfrost pierced the monster in her nucleus heart, and her entire gelatinous body froze, fingers spread in shock. Iskin didn't realize Sera was still attached. With a hellish bubbling screech of pure agony, Sera tore herself away from the slime-woman. Chunks of ice growing on her shattered, and one arm was pulled off, leaving a jagged icy stump. Serra broke at the knees, thighs haphazardly sloshing and scrambling to move nonexistent legs. Lines of goop that connected Sera to the slime-woman grew taut as she escaped, froze, and broke to become icicles. "Oh no, nononono," Iskin rushed over to Sera and scooped her up in her arms. Sera was cold and heavy. her closing eyelid barely moving in shock. Iskin could see her hand underneath Sera, fingers splayed against a wet, cold, heavy mush as intricate frost patterns melted. Iskin started to carry Sera upstairs. She had to fix Sera. She put Sera on a cushioned bench on the first floor. Iskin didn't think she could carry Sera any farther, and the book she needed was on the first floor anyways. Many bookshelves, from random historical treatises to bad romance novels lined the shelves. Iskin's fingers danced across spines, until she came across a thick, nameless tome bound with a strange hide. Iskin dragged the book out, and flicked across the many pages. She thought she'd never use something from them, so she never marked the page. One read-through, and she judged the risk too much for the miniscule reward. Finally, her fingers settled on the highlight of the page: Violet Slimes. The Violet Slime is a species of Ooze that posses remarkable intelligence and always have remarkable spellcasting capabilities...Their diet consist mostly of mana, which they can suck out through contact... They prey upon wizards, witches, and other magical professions with the knowledge that those professions...If a Violet Slime wants to reproduce, they can consume beings of magical natures and dissolve their flesh, bones, and organs into slime-mass. The brain of the creature is then mutated to become the core of a new Violet Slime. The core houses consciousness, magical capabilities, digestive functions, and reproduction and growth functions. It is the Violet Slime, for all intensive purposes...There is no known cure to those turned into Violet Slimes. Iskin put the book down with a sigh of despair. She looked over at Sera. Sera appeared to have warmed up. The icicles on her body had shrunk, but the jagged amputations were still frozen. Rivulets of ill-controlled slime-mass rolled down her body, and the bench was soaked with moisture. She was a wizard, dammit! If Iskin wasn't able to fix this problem, then she wasn't worthy of the books. Iskin dove back into the Violet Slime's entry, hoping to find some sort of clue. Their diet consists mostly of mana, which they can suck out through contact. However, they do absorb and dissolve organic matter, as easy means of increasing their mass. The purpose behind obtaining magical or normal sustenance is for growing more mass. Though dissolving organic mass to grow is easier, they aren't strong or tough enough to handle prey without magic. If they drain mana, however, they can use that mana to generate more body mass, but this will permanently drain away from their total mana pool, as opposed to a normal temporary mana drain that they themselves can recover... Iskin looked back at Sera. She may need a magical sourced to recover. The ice on her body wasn't melting any more. Iskin reached into the pouch always at her side. There were only so many things that were expendable. She had too many unique items she wanted to keep. He fingers closed around a key. "Sera..Sera!" Iskin gently shook Sera. Purple eye-lids reluctantly fluttered half-open, and Sera groaned. Iskin pressed the key into Sera's remaining hand. "Here's something that might make you feel better," she said as she forced the fingers closed around the key. The key, made out of genuine gold and studded with precious gemstones, wasn't the key to any real lock. It was enchanted to open any mundane lock, but Iskin had regular keys for all of her locks in her pouch. The key sunk into Sera's mass, and Iskin watched golden sparkles be leached off of the key. Sera hummed and smiled in pleasure, like basking in a warm memory. The key dropped to the floor, magically dead but still looking the same as before. Sera also looked the same as before. Something nagged Iskin's mind. She needed to check on something. "Sera, stay here and don't move," she commanded the unmoving form of Sera. Moving to the 2nd floor, home of her potion-making adventures, Iskin smelt the odor of love spoiled before she saw the stagnant not-pink liquid in the cauldron. And now the love potion was ruined. There went that commision. The potion's mana escaped in rotten wafts and drifted towards the ventilation shaft in the room. Soom, it'd just be a poisonous concoction, and it wouldn't even be good for giving to Sera. Iskin rooted around the 2nd floor, and then the 3rd floor for magical items that she could sacrifice. She came up with nothing. Anything valuable was kept locked away behind a magical door, and she managed to make the tower surprisingly clean, unfortunately for Sera. Iskin returned, distraught, to the 1st floor. More, and larger, rivulets of mass rolled down Sera's center, and her core had drifted to her belly. That probably wasn't good. She had nothing to give Sera. Iskin returned her focus to the open book. Dark Ooze ...They prey upon wizards, witches, and other magical professions with the knowledge that those professions are endless sources of mana. A magician's body passively and continuously taps into the arcane energies of the Mana World, letting them cast spells and enchant items. Violet Slime's bodies can do similar things, but the mana regeneration is far more limited, and they need to build up a container of mana that they can fill by draining it... The implications were unfortunate, to say the least. Still, Sera needed to survive. Iskin removed the long-white gloves she normally wore for her work, and hesitantly held out her fingers towards Sera. She regenerated her magic. Sera didn't have any to fix herself right now. It was only right that she should help Sera. "Sera, Sera," Iskin gently called Sera's name. Sera's eyes fluttered -half-open sleepily. "I've got something to help you. Please trust me and work with me." Sera's sleepy eyes focus on the fingers in front of her mouth. She reached out with one hand to grasp Iskin's hand, and dragged it closer to her mouth. Iskin trembled as moist, gooey lips closed around her fingers. Chilly gel engulfed and sunk into every cranny of her fingers. She could feel a numb sensation on her fingers, something slightly pleasurable. She saw the gold sparkles drift away from her fingers and twinkle out inside Sera. The hand holding Iskin stroked back and forth on her bare flesh. Iskin could feel the numbness buzz there as well, and faint sparkles drifted away from her. Sera slid back and forth on Iskin's fingers, sucking on them in an effort to get something out. This wasn't fast enough! Sera could fall apart before she had enough mana to stay together. Iskin's mind raced as she puzzled over the solution. One answer did pop up in her head, but she wasn't happy with it. Sera was naked. Iskin could see dark purple gel coalesce as points in a nipple-like facade. That meant she was stripped down. It occurred to Iskin that Violet Slimes could drain faster in sexual contact. It wasn't the first time something like that happened. Some monsters could only get sustenance through sexual intercourse. Sera wore a strapless white dress, with a fur-lined cape that day. Wizards knew it paid to look good. Her breasts, bountiful most likely through accidental augmentation, pressed against the dress' fabric. It'd be a simple matter to pull it down and have Sera licking and sucking her teats. Iskin trembled as she pulled the arm Sera was sucking back. She could still feel it, it was just lacking a buzz she never knew was in it. Taking a breath to calm her nerves, Iskin reminded herself that this was for the good of Sera. She could fix this. Her free hand reached up to her bosom, and with a sudden yank, pulled her dress down. Large, smooth, pale breasts spilled out of the fabric, free from containment. Icy-white nipples stared out, slightly aroused from unwilling anticipation. White fabric was squished underneath heavy breasts rising up and down and Iskin took slow breaths. Sera paused. Lazy purple eyes drifted over to spot the pale areola. She let go of Iskin's arm, and her lips slid off of Iskin's fingers. Her hand drifted over Iskin's breast, and her lips formed silent words. Iskin though she said, May I? "Yes Sera, you may touch. I'm here for you, I'll make you better," Iskin said. Her mind was in turmoil. She wasn't sure if she was a surrogate mother to a new monster, or a healer paying attention to her patient. Sera didn't hesitate as her lips fixed around Iskin's nipple. Her hand reached up to stroke Iskin's other breast as she slid between Iskin's spread legs. Gentle sucking noises escaped from Sera's lips as she pulsated around Iskin. The pleasure here was much more intense, a numbness creeping into her body that threatened to distract. Iskin re-focused on her efforts. It felt like milk was being squeezed out of her breast, and she could see a steady stream of gold sparkles pour into Sera's greedy mouth. Iskin's other breast tingled as Sera's hand traced around it, squeezed its flesh, and rubbed the hard nipple. The gold sparkles weren't as numerous on this one, but it felt good to have her breasts massaged. It felt right for her, and if Sera's bubbly moaning was any indication, it was right for Sera. Iskin could easily see the frozen stump of Sera's missing arm. She saw the ice melt as bubbles formed under the surface. Droplets of water cascaded off the frost, sinking in to Sera. A bubble snapped, breaking the ice. More and more uncontrolled gel leaked from the stump, the ice either broken, melted or absorbed. Gel formed until a few inches of arm, with a malformed, melting end, poked from Sera's shoulder. The pleasure on her breasts stopped. Sera had stopped suckling and rubbing. She was trying to stand up, which, for her, meant twisting her thighs back in an impossible manner. Sera's eyes were still dazed and confused. Iskin blushed white with embarrassment. If Sera remembered this, she'd only have the flimsiest of excuses. Iskin hoped that this was some sort of transition phase not marked with memory. Sera clawed at Iskin's dress, snatching at the neckline and pulling it down even further. Iskin wasn't tempted to stop Sera, though she knew she should've. The white fabric slipped past Iskin's belly button, almost off of her crotch. Sera's tongue slithered out and gave Iskin's belly a long, loving lick, dragging off golden particles, before she pulled the dress down farther. Iskin could see her small white muff revealed as the cloth was dragged past it. Iskin tried to wiggle out of her dress farther, but only got past the knees as she tried to spread the legs. If the breasts were good, then her pussy would be even better, right? Iskin felt a wet, heavy pressure as Sera sat down on her feet and leaned in towards Iskin's white rose-petals. Iskin's mind nagged her that this wasn't good, but Sera needed the mana, right? Sera's arm encircled the leg closest to it as her head drifted in, almost to smell Iskin's pussy. A shiver of pleasure shot up Iskin's spine as a thin purple tongue sampled her exterior. Iskin was hot and wet with need, her lips spreading hungrily in heat. Iskin gasped in shock and threw back her head as Sera's lips clamped around Iskin's cunt. She could feel her hard clit swim in a sea of slime, pressing in to it. Purple ooze dug in to her individual folds. She could feel a wriggling wall of slime press against her entrance. Iskin struggled to stay focused under the wave of pleasure that had crashed into her. She could still feel a constant stream of pleasure bubble up inside her, each part of her lower lips assaulted and played with. She could barely focus on the golden stream of sparkles that Sera absorbed. "Gyah!" Iskin yelped as she felt a thick, slimy tentacle pierce her pussy. Her mind, slowly subdued by the onslaught, guessed that Sera's tongue was going to lick inside her all the way. A giddy knowing smile stretched across Iskin's face. She felt Sera writhe and wriggle her tongue inwards, passing beyond and stretching her walls. The tension rose and built inside her as she felt solid slime seep into every cranny inside her. Pleasure shocked her system as the tongue touched and lashed against a sensitive spot deep inside her. Then the bulges came in. Iskin wasn't sure exactly what happened, but she found herself moaning loudly as she felt Sera's tongue swell at her entrance into a bulge, groaning as that bulge forced its way inside and to then end, where it subsided. The next one pulsated to life as soon as the first one ended. Iskin found herself howling "Yes!" as it traveled into her, her hips bucking and thrusting into Sera. She was agreeing to this! She never intended to take it this far, but she could see the golden glow swell up in Sera. It wasn't just making Sera feel better, but it made Iskin better as well! Iskin's hips buckled and thrusted, her voice howling in lustful agreement, as another bulge swelled into her and subsided at the tip. Her body writhed as Sera writhed inside her, forcing the bulges to pressing into something new. Iskin's hips were on fire, great bolts of pleasure being thrust into her like a masochistic knife. The tension inside Iskin was bubbling up, pressing against an invisible dam maintained by will. She couldn't keep it up any longer. With a great yell of pleasure, Iskin's cunt contracted around Sera's tongue, groping its bulges. Iskin's muscles twitched as she thrust harder and harder into Sera. She felt herself release something in to Sera. Iskin's trembling died down, and a warm, happy feeling glowed in her chest. She felt like something had been done right, at least. With a glorp, Sera's lips unsealed themselves from Iskin's tired cunt. With tired eyes, Iskin noticed the almost-solid swarm of gold particles surrounding the core in Sera's belly. Iskin's entire body felt like it lacked a buzz that should be there. Guess she won't be making any magic for a while. Iskin scooted out of her dress. Her cape, her shoes, everything was soaked. She slid out of her shoes with a sigh. Not much of her was dry, either. Residue moisture coated her front, and what wasn't, was covered in sweat formed from their lust. Iskin groaned in exhaustion. This would be hell to clean up without her magic. Iskin looked over at Sera. She appeared to have collapsed in a pile next to the bench, golden swarm dying inside her. Her eyes were completely closed, and her mass quivered lazily. Sera's other arm was completely formed, and she had knees, but no-where near enough mass to support herself. Iskin wobbled to her feet and dragged her clothes to the 3rd story. There, she threw them into a corner, along with other stained clothes, and dried herself off with a white towel. She grimaced at it when she was done. A large patch in it had turned periwinkle from scrubbing her off. Iskin dug through her closet for something else to wear. No extra shoes, not much in the way of gloves. Iskin settled for a wide-sleeved open dress tied with a belt. Her breasts were barely covered, and one wrong move could have them bursting out, but Iskin was too tired to care. She wandered back to the first floor, and waited for Sera to wake up. * * * Sera awoke with a bubbly groan. Her body felt weird. It was like someone removed her sensation of it, and replaced it with a perfect sensation of water. Her eyes focused as her eyelids dragged upwards. She was on the floor, sideways, and Mistress Blank was sitting on a chair in front of her. Mistress Blank was not in the dress she wore when Sera went downstairs, and she looked both exhausted and concerned. "How long was I out," Sera mumbled. Her voice was...bubbly? Not excited, but prone to odd bursts and inconsistencies. She tried to sit up, and ended up flopping face-first on to the floor. Right, arms support. She pushed herself upwards. Were arms supposed to be that color? Iskin took a breath in. "Not long, only half a day," She paused, as if uncertain what to say next. "How do I put this," Mistress Blank mumbled. "You've changed. You're...not human. There was a terrible mistake, and..." Mistrss Blank gave up. She pushed a heavy book towards Sera and pointed to the page it was open to. "Read this." Sera dragged herself over to it. She couldn't feel anything like feet behind her, and dragging herself forward felt like her body was being stretched like taffy. The page read, "Violet Slime". There was an accompanying sketch. "Hey, that looks a bit like Oozie," Sera mumbled. She looked at her hands again. They were violet, and slime-like. "Oh. Oh. Oh nonono." Sera immediately hugged herself. She felt like she was sliding apart! Was this how ice cream felt in the summer? She felt a soft cloth texture envelop her, and smooth skin hug her slick body. "It's all right, I can fix it," Mistress Blank said. Sera wasn't sure she heard confidence in Blank's voice. "Where's Oozie? She said she was going to teach me!" Sera bubbled in frustration. "That monster made you like this," Mistress Blank said. "Whatever it did, it did to fill its own perverse desires. I didn't want this to happen to you. I can fix it." Sera collapsed against Mistress Blank in exhaustion. She wanted power, and now, there was nothing human about her any longer. Dark Orchestrations It had been raining incessantly for months. Large dangerous puddles hid out of sight like fiendish hooded phantoms, eager to soak the unwary up to their knees. The persistent precipitation relented occasionally, but it always thundered back in sheets of big oily drops. The rueful inhabitants of Lawrence Cove mumbled and tried to look pleasant, but this weather could turn the terminally cheerful into frowning wrecks. Ivy Green sat in the bustling aromatic coffee shop waiting for her boyfriend. Her best friend, Leticia, sat quietly sipping her tea across the table from her. Ivy's eerily flamboyant makeup and fashion sense stood in stark contrast to her friend's acne and nerdly plain appearance. "Hey Leti, I brought you something," Ivy dug in her fringed purse and produced an antique decorative tin. She handed it gingerly to her friend. "Don't open it in here, it'll smell. It takes about an hour to kick in, then it's all day." "What is it?" "It's a brownie," Ivy added with a devious grin. "Have you eaten?" "Yes," Leticia recalled the Dr. Pepper and corn nuts she'd eaten earlier. She pushed her glasses back onto her nose as she took the tin and put it in her book bag. "Good," Ivy waved a shock of black hair out of her eyes, careful not to get it caught in her collection of nose rings. Her attention was diverted to the blond girl standing impatiently at the edge of their table. "Hi Chastity, how are you feeling?" "Don't try any of your bull shit on me, bitch!" Chastity spat with a scowl, "I still owe you for the frog in my pom poms." Her interest shifted focus, "Hello... Leticia." If a simple greeting could render skin from bone, the shy girl would have been reduced to a congealed mass on the floor. "I'm sorry about the frogs, really. They just have minds of their own," Ivy stifled a chuckle. "Right, I'll remember that when I'm pissing on your grave." Chastity got in Ivy's face and poked her chest with a sharp fingernail. "Oh yeah," she said with a hateful smile, "I want Colin back, and for you to never see him again, got me?" Ivy smiled politely while removing the poking finger with a strong grasp, and twisted it slightly. "No problem, but I'm not through with him yet. I'll let you know when I am. Now if you could excuse us, we were in the middle of a conversation." Ivy stared Chastity down as she backed away from the table slowly. Chastity's teeth clenched, "I'll get even with you Ivy. And as for you geek," Leticia shrank at the coming remark, "I'll see you at work tomorrow." She turned quickly and headed for the door. If someone were watching, which no one was, they would have witnessed an almost imperceptible purple glow crawl stealthily towards Chastity. It covered her legs and followed her out the door. "She won't even know what hit her. Bitch! I'll...wait...what...whoa!" She would swear later she didn't even see the puddle, and it felt like someone had pushed her forcibly down into the cold dirty water. Meanwhile, inside the coffee shop, Ivy and Leticia were giggling hysterically. "I hope you gave it to her good, Ivy. She makes my skin crawl," Leticia flared suddenly with unrestrained hatred. "Don't sweat it hon, she got what she deserved. Wait a second..." Ivy noticed a cute looking surfer dude shuffling by with a piece of pie. She spent long hours perfecting her nose wiggle, and with a few twitches he was walking their way. "Hey Kyle, this is my best friend Leticia. Leti this is Kyle." Leticia blushed profusely and hid her shy smile behind her hand. "Hi." A brave look to her friend voiced, You were right, he is cute. Kyle's sleepy eyes quickly found Leticia's, and was immediately transfixed. "Hey..." "Kyle, I was telling Leticia that you like sitting on the beach at night and looking at the stars." Ivy smirked at Leticia's heated embarrassment. "Yeah, that would be perfect right now," Kyle held out his hand with a gallant smile. Leticia took it hesitantly and stood, collecting her things. "Thanks..."she whispered to Ivy. "No prob, have fun," Ivy said in an equally quiet undertone. After they left, she sat for an awkward minute alone with a bunch of strangers. She hoped Colin would be along soon, she wanted to get out of there. Ivy wished his presence intensely, and he appeared. It looked like he just walked in from the sidewalk, but she knew better. "Hey Colin." Ivy couldn't hide her infectious smile. He was her ray of sunshine in this gloomy place. She could be very content in gloom, surrounding herself in it sometimes, but this weather was getting ridiculous. Colin's bright farm boy smile cheered her immediately. "Ivy, my dear. How are you this fine evening?" His phony British accent rang in the bustle of the crowded room. He removed his coat and put it on the back of his chair Ivy snorted with a boisterous laugh. She noticed herself drawing some attention, then quieted down. "You are such a nerd." She took his hand and examined his lines with a soft tracing finger. "You trust me, don't you?" His dark brown eyes sparkled magically at her in the subdued light of the shop. Amazingly enough he did trust her. He'd only known her two weeks but he felt closer to her than anyone else. Especially that stuck up twat Chastity. "Absolutely." "Good." Ivy reached into her purse once again to produce another tin. She placed it on the table in front of her and opened it with reverence. A small white cube appeared in her fingertips before she placed it in her tea. She proceeded to stir it counterclockwise with a sweetly wicked smile. Colin scratched his head in wonder. What does she have planned? He didn't have long to wonder, when after she took a sip she placed the tea cup in front of him. He raised the concoction to his lips and drank. Nothing happened. Ivy arched an eyebrow and accepted the cup once more, taking a final sip. Colin drained the cup finally and sat dumbly waiting for Ivy to say something, anything. "C'mon, let's get out of this place," she clicked her tongue stud against her teeth, then took his hand and nearly flew out of the crowded shop. Colin trailed behind her, barely grabbing his coat from the chair. Even though the rain seemed to miss them entirely, they walked hurriedly to his car. He opened the door for her, then got in himself. Once out of the parking lot, Ivy lowered her head to his lap. She looked up at him and spoke over the Black Sabbath song playing on the stereo, "Let's go to the Fort." "Sounds good," Colin breathed. Ivy unzipped his pants and found his expanding manhood. She planted warm kisses all over it before parting her lips to accept it. It grew and grew until it was fat and hard in her soft sucking mouth. The Fort was a ghostly collection of bunkers and echoing passageways on the outskirts of town. A hold over from WWII, it served mainly now as a park during the day, and a nocturnal rendezvous point for young lovers. Colin took a leisurely pace towards the Fort. Ivy's skillful mouth and tantalizing tongue stud warned him not to hurry, but she sucked harder and faster near the climax of the song. It sounded as if the singer was being chased by the bats of hell and the most diabolical evil imaginable. Colin got carried away in the intensity of the moment and ran a stop light, swerving maniacally to stay on the road. Ten dizzying minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot. Ivy removed her mouth from Colin's wet shaft and gave him a sweetly wet kiss on the lips. They gathered several blankets and an umbrella, and headed towards the black forest leading to the Fort. Ivy looked up into the grey black sheet overhead. The deluge had increased and the sound against the umbrella was almost deafening. The constant hail of rain made the tall grass and trees dance like children. It's beginning, Ivy smiled and looked up into Colin's face. She wondered what he was seeing. Colin's heart was beating rapidly as they quickened their pace towards the Fort. He met Ivy's gaze and bent closer to give her a kiss. As their lips met he saw her face spread before him like an orange peel. He pulled back to look at her again. Her face wasn't exactly an orange, but it did waver and squirm like a heavenly sponge. Ivy smiled at him. "So...?" "That was acid, wasn't it?" Colin kissed the creature walking next to him and continued walking. "Acid? I thought it was just a sugar cube." Ivy laughed and started to dance away. Colin started to scamper after his white rabbit. Under the canopy of trees, the rain fell softer and quieter. Ivy danced and giggled around Colin as he struggled to keep the barely visible trail in sight. She whizzed by him in technicolor sparks and tracers. "Do you want to hear something strange?" Ivy calmed down and snuggled under the umbrella with Colin. "Sure, as long as it's not too strange." "Oh, O.K. Never mind then." Ivy kept eerily silent. His curiosity was piqued though. If Ivy thought it was weird, it must be worth hearing. "Please Ivy, tell me," Colin finally relented. "Alright, but if you freak out it's not my fault." She paused to gather her thoughts. "Not many people know this, but there was a dead girl in these very woods not long ago." Ivy's voice took on a deathly grave tone. "Seriously? I never heard about it." A freezing shiver crept up Colin's spine. "That's not the weird part. Her boyfriend found her." He grimaced in sympathetic pain, "Ouch, what did he do?" "He fucked her." Colin stopped cold. "He what?" "He was so overcome with grief and anger, he took it out on her lifeless corpse." Her voice cracked at the revelation. Ivy looked sidelong at his pale sickened face, then began to smile. "Why are you smiling? That is absolutely disgusting." "I know, that's why it was so much fun doing it." "Doing it?" Ivy broke into a giddy laugh. "It was me silly. I dressed up in torn bloody clothes and hid deep in the woods. It took forever for my boyfriend to find me, but when he did... he really gave it to me." She crept up to Colin with a serpentine glide to gauge his reaction. His face was a mask of confusion and disgust that slowly twisted into a wry smile. "You bitch! I'm going to get you!" Ivy broke into a run and left Colin to keep up. The trees dripped and ran out of the corners of her sight, as the mud threatened to make her slip. She ran for all she was worth to the nearest bunker. Colin caught up to her breathless but ready for anything. "Come on, I know a good spot." Ivy took Colin's wet clammy hand and led him into the pitch black corridor. Their footsteps echoed in the stillness while broken glass crunched under foot. Colin couldn't remember the last time he had seen such darkness. He forced himself to see something, but couldn't. Ivy was nothing but a presence felt before him and a soft warm hand holding his, until she let go. "Ivy, where did you go?" Colin waited for an answer. At the sound of his voice, a family of bats announced their presence in the eerie stillness with a series of shrieks and wing flaps. The darkness suddenly got much darker. "Ivy?" He swore he saw something sinister stalking in the void. Lurking in the darkest corners, gathering and placing, swooping and flying was nothing less than a demon. Colin reminded himself not to be stupid, it was just the acid. Suddenly the flurry of nocturnal activity exploded in a blinding light. Ivy stood pale and naked in the glow of candle light, casting her flickering silhouette against the grey cement walls of the small empty room. Colin could still hear the pounding of the storm outside. But it was nothing compared to the pounding in his chest. Ivy held him transfixed as she cast her spell. She could feel the rhythm of the rain in the ground beneath her as she began to sway. Pitter, patter, patter... the storm outside manifested itself in Ivy's graceful dancing movements. CRASH! Ivy threw up her arms as if conducting the maelstrom outside. The storm was overhead now in a tumultuous discord of thunder strikes and howling wind. Colin's jaw dropped as he struggled to remain standing. Ivy held out her hand for him to join her on the blanket. He removed his jacket and approached her hesitantly. He began to speak. "Shhh...", she put her finger to his lips. "Just listen," she whispered. Ivy started to unbutton his shirt, but finally ripped it open sending buttons everywhere. She smiled as she brought her face close to his naked chest. She inhaled his scent, then opened her mouth. Colin felt Ivy's teeth bury themselves in a fiendish bite. His eyes flew open and his hands grabbed her head to remove those wicked teeth. But Ivy bit down hard again in another spot, then another. Each bite brought moaning rapture from her throat. He gave up trying to stop her and gave in to the sweet pain. He moaned loudly as he gathered her hair in the back and brought her head closer to his stinging chest. Ivy's voracious nibbles worked their way up his neck and jaw line to his ear lobe. Colin sighed in pleasure as she suckled gently. His strong hands found her cold cheeks and warmed them up with a passionate squeeze and firm slap. A soft frenzied grunt escaped Ivy's parted lips into his ear. "More," she whimpered. Colin's hand pulled back and attacked in a harsh spank down. "Oh god yes," Ivy bit his neck without mercy. "Ouch," Colin grabbed a handful of hair and removed her teeth with a strong tug. He saw fangs protruding from Ivy's mouth and brought his fingers to his neck to check for blood. "I didn't bite you that hard," Ivy laughed. He could swear she had fangs a moment ago... Oh well, if she wants to play rough, I can play rough too. Colin threw Ivy down onto the blanket and grabbed her wrists firmly. Ivy's smile brightened, "Do you think I'm going to let you take me this easily?" She struggled, but Colin was much stronger. "No, but I'm going to take you anyway." Colin let go of her wrists quickly then pulled his body back, grabbing her ankles before she could wiggle away. He pushed them back towards her and lowered his face to her exposed vagina. "Oooh...", Ivy began as Colin's tongue licked lightly over her clit. Several stronger licks followed making Ivy's hands fly to the back of his head. Colin continued to lick and probe her hot pussy while keeping her legs pinned back. Humming softly while his tongue played, Colin could taste Ivy's need rise. But he wasn't through yet. He pulled away. Ivy's head cleared, "What...?" But before she could finish, she saw Colin standing above her head. "Good boy," she reached up to grab his throbbing hardness. He knelt down and continued his previous oral attentions while Ivy continued hers. Colin's hips thrust down towards Ivy's sucking mouth. She clutched his flexing buns and pulled him in deeper still. Her clit was frantic with waves of tingles as his tongue continued to dance. He felt a finger brush against his anus, then a gentle push. Ivy's finger entered hesitantly but was soon knuckle deep. Colin's licking became passionate moaning as her digit found new depths. His skin started to tingle as he felt his climax crest, then pulled out of Ivy's mouth quickly. "Damn, that was close," Colin rolled over to face her. "Mmm, yeah it will be best if you hold it for as long as you can," she said with a gleam in her eye. She kissed him and gently licked his chin and mouth clean of her juice. He asked softly, "So, what do you want to do now?" "I want to give you something very special." She stood and walked to her bag. After a quick rummage she found what she was looking for. She lay back down and opened the white tube, squirting a large dollop of clear gel onto her palm. Colin jumped as the cool gel was applied to his throbbing cock. Their eyes met as she stroked it and coated it completely with K-Y. When she was satisfied with his lubrication, she slid a greasy finger into her own puckered orifice. She gave him a wicked sly look and turned away from him. Grabbing his greasy shaft, she aimed it at her tiny backdoor and pushed back against it. "Mmm, nice and slow. Yeah..." Ivy relaxed and let the tingles take over her body. Colin pushed in slowly and worked his cock in deeper. He slid his hand from her hips to her tiny breast and massaged. Taking her nipple between his fingers, he pinched and twisted playfully. Ivy screamed, "Yes, fuck my ass!" She started rolling her hips backward vigorously as she played with her pussy. Colin started kissing her neck then bit down slightly. He was rewarded with a very deep stroke supplied by the shrieking demon impaled on his shaft. He bit harder then put his hand back on her hips to help the thrusting. Ivy's screams distorted and echoed back, amplified by the power of the storm outside. She rolled forward and lay on her stomach as Colin moved with her, never missing a stroke. She met each thrust enthusiastically, begging for more between gritted teeth. The bunker started taking on a more menacing atmosphere. The corners leapt with shadows while the walls blazed with ethereal flame. "Deeper, yeah. Get me. Fucking get me!" Her finger found her throbbing clit and started to pull the trigger. "OH FUCK!" Colin pumped harder trying to please his demon. He tried to remember this was Ivy, but it was difficult when her screams were so hellish. Their silhouettes cavorted against the wall, playing out a dreadful fantasy of demon and demon lover. Ivy suddenly went very quiet. Her mouth opened wide as she shook from head to toe. Colin continued to drive his monster over the brink, but his orgasm was still far off. When he finally slowed, she fell forward gasping. "Ohhh, my..." Ivy was speechless, but Colin wanted more. Colin turned her over and slid between her opened thighs to do some missionary work. Her pussy was drenched with hot juice and still pulsing as he plunged on. Ivy soon saw the light when she realized her previous orgasm was only the tip of the iceberg. They moved in perfect harmony rising to the ultimate plateau. Colin planted his feet against the wall to get better leverage then stepped up the power. "Oh fuck. OH FUCK. OH FUCK!!" Ivy screamed. Her eyes rolled back as she spun away from this spiritual plane. She felt Colin tense for his release, then froze when she remembered the most important reason she was here. She sounded frantic, "Oh my god Colin, please don't cum yet! Hold on for a moment longer." Ivy's voice was ragged from her passionate cries. "What...what...why?" One stoke more and it would have been all over for Colin, but he did as she asked and willed his orgasm back. He removed his sensitive penis very, very slowly from her. Ivy crawled to her bag and dug. She returned with a shallow ebony bowl and placed it in front of Colin. "Colin, sugar. I need you to cum in this dish." She almost sounded frightened of this request. "Can I ask why?" He got to his knees and started to stroke his straining cock to relieve the pressure. "I can't really tell you, no. But it is very important. Please?" She sat and crossed her legs in front of him, holding the dish up. "I guess I can't say no. It has to go somewhere, right?" He smirked as he brought himself closer to his final destination. Ivy was starting to enjoy seeing his fist pumping his veiny member. She smiled happily when it became very evident that his orgasm was well on it's way. Colin's head flew back with a sharp intake of breath, then his pumping slowed to a more methodical stroke. Suddenly great white jets of pearly liquid gushed out of his cock, splashing against the ebony dish. Ivy tilted it this way and that, being very careful to catch every blast. When Colin was finished, she put the bowl under his messy fingers and caught the last drops. Dark Orchestrations "Mmm, thanks so much pumpkin'. You don't know how much this will help." She very carefully got to her knees and crawled to the middle of the room, placing the dish in front of her. She then dragged her bag of tricks closer for a quick perusal. He watched her open several tins and bottles. A pinch from this, a drop of that and finally she closed her eyes. Her mouth started moving in a silent invocation. She held up the dish in reverence then brought it to her lips. The surrealistic scene left Colin gawking and nearly stammering. Ivy tilted her head back and drained the dish with a loud sucking slurp. He wasn't entirely sure he really just saw that, but he knew he couldn't put anything past Ivy. She put the dish down and crawled over to Colin. She snuggled herself into his arms and dozed happily as the room continued to drip and echo with shadows. The storm outside faded to a gentle whisper. They emerged from the bunker into a murky pre-dawn. It had stopped raining completely, and the air smelled impossibly clean. They held hands quietly as they watched the sun rise over the mountains. But Colin never saw the sun look like this before. Instead of warming rays, what looked like the hairy legs of a gargantuan spider felt it's way to the top of the tallest snowy peak. It looked like it was on a mission. It started to slowly pull the spent clouds towards itself into a giant grey ball. Once it's web had been collected, it began to turn around gracefully descend from whence it came. It seems to strain briefly for an eerily quiet moment, then from it's lower abdomen emerged a glowing ball. As the ball entered the sky it increased in brilliance and warmth. Within seconds the sun was fully released from it's arachnoid womb and rested freely on the summit. It seemed to wobble for a moment, not sure if it just wanted roll away. Receding legs left the sun teetering quietly. "Wow. Did you see that?" Colin shook his head in amazement. He clasped her hot hand in reassurance. Ivy smirked, "Maybe... but I wouldn't tell anyone if I were you." The End * * * Note to Reader: I myself have never taken acid. So please forgive me if my trip doesn't peak enough for you.