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Uurf Ch. 01

By: Beatnic_jazzman





Uurf Ch. 01



The bedroom I expected was in fact a flight of stairs. I pushed the trunk up, and into a sumptuous bedroom. The bed had four posts, one at each corner with curtains drawn back. There were grand wardrobes and drawers and mirrors. The window was the one above the balcony. 

"Tif," Sissy shouted me, drawing me back into the real world.

"Coming."

I met her on the stair and she thrust a bundle of clothes at me.

"Why didn't you take all these with you?"

"I thought that those were the ones you wanted."

"No, these were the ones I didn't want."

I shrugged my shoulders and turned to carry them up, laying them carefully on the bed. 

Back down, and the next trunk, when there came a knock to the door. Opening it there was a young woman dressed in the briefest of course panties with a skimpy bustier held by shoulder straps, the tray in her hands held a large jug of cloudy liquid and two glasses

"Master Magus compliments, a jug of refreshing juices for you"

Her sandals slapped her feet as she entered and went to the table, held only by a single strap and a toe loop.

Sissy looked in from the bedroom door, peeking to see if it was safe to enter.

"Magus has sent us a cool drink of juices."

She crept round the corner, wearing one of her lightest nightdresses, her eyes wide at the sight of the barely clothed girl standing beside me.

"Tell him that we thank him for his thoughtfulness." I told the girl, as she curtsied and left.

"They let their servants run naked through the house!?" She sounded shocked.

It had left me shocked and surprised as well, but she had been pleasant on the eye.

"My love, we know not the customs here. If this is their weather then it may be wise to keep coverings to a minimum." I poured two half glasses and proffered one.

She accepted. "But that is a scandalous lack. Her pants covered naught but her buttocks with barely strings over her back."

I put my free arm around her shoulders. "Let us reserve judgement until we know more."

I had seen her happier but she said no more.

I manoeuvred the second trunk upstairs, then took my glass back out into the cool of the balcony, sitting to wait for Sissy to ready herself.

Sissy had used a sash to tighten the nightdress to her waist, and a light hemp shawl about her shoulders when she appeared.

"Are you ready then? Let us go and make ourselves acquainted."

The short stroll down the passage brought us to the double doors. I knocked hard, rapping my knuckles on the polished wooden panel. 

In short order the door was pulled ajar and a youth dressed in only the same sort of panties waved us enter. With Sissy on my arm we walked towards Magus.

"Be seated if you please." He motioned a sofa opposite the one he occupied.

"Thank you," said Sissy, her eyes taking in the room. 

It was a high ceilinged long room, four glass windows on the side wall away from us, with paintings covering the other three. Excepting that there was another of the glass doors to a presumed balcony. 

The floor was tiled wood, a rich red with dark brown veins, the chairs and sofas we sat in where a fine white fabric woven with flowers of a rainbow hue. 

Another serving girl, dressed as the first approached bearing two glasses.

Magus had reduced his clothes to a light long pair of trousers, while his good lady sat dressed in a linen dress, which left her shoulders bare and ended mid thigh. 

Still in my wizards robes I felt out of place, at least Sissy had achieved something comfortable.

"I have arranged for a cold salad for the midday, for now I can order some stuffed slices of bread if you are hungry?"

Sissy was pouring a drink and looked to me, I nodded.

"At your convenience Master Magus, we have eaten but a short while ago, these refreshments are fine," she replied.

I was sure she was bursting with questions, but she sat primly next to me, sipping on the fruit juice.

Magus stood. "If that's the case then perhaps you'd like to see my library. I hadn't intended to introduce you to the book work learning till tomorrow, but I have things that might interest you."

"That would fine by me, I would like to know more of that rod of wood you use."

"My wand you mean." Pulling it from its concealment in a side pocket of the trousers.

He was walking me to the door, I turned and looked back, Sissy and Macteth were already side by side lost in animated conversation.

His library was a circular room with a glass roof through which the sun streamed. Tucked into an alcove were shelves of books, but around the rest of the walls were shelves loaded with assortments of bottles and jars of all sizes. To the left was a high table with a long legged stool, while on the right was a low table with four laidback chairs. 

It was to the chairs that he led me, waving me to a seat as he walked through to the small section of books.

"This one might be of particular interest to you; it is the fable of the founding of the five worlds. You may study at your leisure. These are the basic books on the magic of spells. They require an innate skill, which as a true ringbearer you possess. Around the walls are the ingredients for the potions and brews that are the mainstay of popular magic. For the next weeks we shall study and practice here, till you have acquired and mastered the art set before you."

"You set me quite mountain of learning here, it may take you more than the brief few weeks you allow me."

"Nonsense my boy, if you are your fathers son you will have this swallowed and be looking for more in no time."

The mention of my father sat me forward.

"You know of my father? I know naught of him; my mother died birthing me and left only the ring as my inheritance. I have sought news of him from all sources."

"Of your father I know little. I have met him, but that was only brief encounters with the other ringbearers. I never visited your homeworld before I came to you, but your father thought well and clearly. Was a sound companion and an expert at his craft. Indeed I hope that this is passed to you.

We first had contact some twenty years ago, as I took on the duties from my father. As you will learn the ringbearer 'governs' his world through his inner nature, what we call a 'Ka'. 

The ring projects your influence to all in your world, establishing a background level of your moralistic beliefs. There will still be variations but the median would be biased to your norm. So your behaviour is the given, but greed and the other vices will still insinuate itself in those susceptible. Your power lessens the number and degree."

"Thank you, at least I am reassured of my father's honour. But that my behaviour steers my world, that astounds me, were I to be a thief then all would steal? This is great responsibility to place in my hands...."

He started to say something but I continued.

"... and the one that we are to find, are we to test the ethics of each to award to the most worthy?"

He broke in overtalking me as I drew breath,

"No no, the ring will choose the one to bear it. After long without a wearer, the ring will seek out one in sympathy with the wearers of its sister rings. This in part is why you were first asked. The other three, who will be here to bid us luck on our task, are older more sedentary wizards. To your former point the ring will reject all but those whom it chooses or he that inherits it and is worthy. That is why we are only the ringbearers, it is the ring that touches every mind, even if it's not worn. Read the legends before you ask more, then your questions will not betray your youth."

"My apologies, Master, it seems that there is yet much that I must learn and understand."

"No apologies are necessary, you are to learn and I to teach, let that be the first lesson."

He smiled at me. "Now let us see what the womenfolk are up to."

He led the way back to the great room to find it empty. There was a small gong to the side of his sofa, he struck it once. The sound reverberated in the immensity of the room, and had hardly died when a girl appeared.

"Is the mistress about Ciseld?"

"I think that she and the other Master's lady have taken the coach to town, they will be back for dinner tonight."

I turned to look at him. 

"Shopping?" he exclaimed. "If I know my wife they are collecting parcels even now." 

"At least they are with each other." He continued. "We know not much of you and wondered about the matching. They have shopping in common and that is a good start. My good wife has an eye for clothes, and will give true advice as to what looks good."

My face expressed my interest in his words.

"Now would you like to sample the wines of Kallifonai?"



Uurf Ch. 02



Sissy returned with great fuss, from the moment the carriage was heard there were calls for servants to carry the purchases in. Three armfuls were brought, passing me in the hall, before Sissy appeared arm in arm with Macteth. 

Her dress showed more of her than any but I had seen, she had a tight frilly top that ended just below her breasts throwing them up as if they were fuller. Bare arms with a thin strap across the back, at her waist hung a short pleated skirt that barely reached mid thigh. I could feel the arousal of the snake in my pants. 

The smile on her face and the mock curtsy she gave told of her new understanding of the dress culture, and of her acceptance and embrace of it. The transformation increased my sexual desire of my wife and my need to possess her. The hardening tent that was my pants proved that. Thankfully my robes effectively hid it, were I clothed as they then an urgent visit to the toilet would be in order.

"Tif. How do you think I look?" She twirled. "Nice?"

As she twirled her skirt had lifted to show a bare bum and a glimpse of a patch of yellow twixt her legs, ah she should know how much her body turned me on. Why is it so easy for a woman use her body to turn a man on, which would be indelicate for a man to try?

She came and embraced me, and was pleasantly shocked to feel the strength of my erection. Looking me in the face after the hug with a wide grin on her face.

"I think I best take my husband and fit him with the clothes we have brought him, he certainly looks hot in those he's wearing." She tossed the words over her shoulder.

Holding my hand and giving me cover she led me to the room, where the parcels lay neatly stacked across two chairs and a table.

"Look for the ones with the red label tied to them," she commanded.

I found three and she, the other two.

She picked the largest. "Strip." She ordered

I disrobed even to my socks. She kept up a chatter as she took the garments from the package.

"They have fine shops here, and we passed a market we must explore."

She put a length of soft material over one shoulder and smoothed it out front and back and buttoned the sides

She giggled at her thoughts. "Did you know that they have beaches and parks where people wear no clothes at all?" She giggled again. "They paint their bodies as well, we saw lots of the young with a blaze of bold colours."

My erection having sustained itself on my thoughts began deflating.

A pair of short loose legged trousers completed the outfit.

"We are in the autumn now and things will get a little cooler over the months to come but there's not even a night frost at deep midwinter. Some are still naked and enjoying the sea."

There was a mesh inside designed to cup the balls, and when I got them on they felt very comfortable. In fact, but for the lack any pockets but two small ones in the trousers, the whole outfit was comfortable for the climate. It might be shocking on our world but it was practical personified for this.

"They have lots of theatre and musicals, concerts in the park. There's lots to see and places to visit."

As she moved about I glimpsed more of her tiny undergarment, a triangular patch of yellow hid her bush and nether parts, thinning to a rope between the cheeks of her ass.

Dressed, I was ushered out and back to the great room where we found the master and mistress rising as we entered; he lent and struck the gong.

"Dinner is served if you would follow," he announced. He led us to the windowed door and out onto a wide patio, enclosed with fragrant herbs and flowers. 

There before us was a long table seating twenty at least, four chairs set two, one, one, crowded lonely at the head.

Sissy and I took the two on the far side of the table. The elder children brought the food in, and the young boy wore trousers similar to mine but splashed with glorious colour. Reds, greens, yellows and blues blossomed and melded together. He had bold stripes across his chest and ringed his arms, not unattractive, but I would not be a convert. 

His daughter Hippotic, followed another fashion, a near transparent gossamer gown to mid calf, that gave little scope for imagination, her hair picked the theme up with multi coloured plats in her hair, the food they brought was placed in the centre

"The brown roll is banada stem, boiled in spices and herbs and then slow roasted. The mound of pale pink is fungi; minced, soaked in flavourings and then pressed and grilled. The long green yellow sausages are pods from the eggieplant, they're fleshy and flaky when roast and have their own unique flavour, which you will either love or hate. There's potatoes and pulses to suit, enjoy."

I reached for the banada stem and Magus gratuitously let me take it. I cut a small potion and passed it on before tasting a morsel. It had a texture like bullic meat, the flavour had a hint of meat in the background but was dominated by a nutmeg flavour. 

I took a portion of the fungi next, its taste would pass for a cockcrow at home. I turned to Sissy's plate and tried to spear a small piece of eggieplant, but she parried my thrust, so I grabbed it with my mind and took it to my mouth. It was like liquorice with a tang on the tongue, there was a residue of mild burning, and I sought the goblet in front to find it empty.

"Here." Magus held out a bottle of wine, not one that had been included in the afternoon tasting; I took it and poured a generous draft.

"Thank you," I said, returning the bottle. He motioned Sissy with the fork in his other hand and I did the honours for her as well. Leaving perhaps half the bottle, as I placed it back in front of him. I helped myself to more of the fungi and some of the variety of vegetables.

After dinner we retired to the great room again. As Sissy and Macteth huddled together, I picked the book of the legend up and began to read. It was well into the evening and the lights were bright overhead when I heard Sissy call me.

"Tif, come it is time to bed."

The book had absorbed my attention so completely that I had not noticed the darkness and the lamps lit above me. 

She was kneeling at my knee before me on the chair, craning to catch my eye from the book. As I looked at her she presented an erotic view of her bosom, confined but revealed and formed into a perfect shape. I was reminded of her sexuality; the softness of her skin, the willingness of her lips, my love for the whole her mind and body. Especially a body as sensual as it looked now.

She reached and closed the book and took it from my hands. Then with the free hand took mine and eased me from the chair. 

She bid goodnight to our hosts as my stiffened legs protested their sudden use, the twinges not gone till we reached our door 

She was chatting still about the day but her wiggling, naked bum ahead of me on the stairs drove the words meaninglessly past my ear, as the desire just to kiss her overwhelmed all other thought. 

We reached the top and she turned and waited, I bent my shoulder to her waist and grasped her knees taking her over my shoulder and to the bed. There I sat her on the bed, crouching to place her. 

She tousled my hair and pulled me between her legs, head to stomach. I kissed the naked flesh and let my tongue seek her navel. 

She rubbed my ears and lay back and putting my chin on her mons pubis. I pulled the short pleats of her skirt up to reveal the yellow triangle, and found two bows on her hips and pulled them open. 

The triangle slipped down revealing the black thatch behind, and my tongue dove into the thicket tracing slow circles downward to her clit. Her legs widened as she moved it into direct contact. 

The soft ridge of the mound slipped easily to the centre of my tongue as I stroked it, and felt its response. I dropped to my knees and took her legs to my shoulders, with my arms circling them. Letting my tongue loose on her labia, licking round and round till the taste of her juices flooded my taste buds. 

I pushed the tip into the hungry hole and was rewarded with a slight jerk, as I dipped my tongue in and out. I moved my hands to massage her buttocks and pulled her further from the bed letting my little fingers trace the valley of her gluteal cleft. As she started gently thrusting, I fumbled with the waistband of my trousers till I hooked my thumbs and drove them down with measured force. My penis springing ready for action, as I let my tongue work its own brand of magic. 

At the first moan from her lips I switched, climbing over her body till my penis rested its head in her vagina. I pushed gently, letting it find its own way into the paradise of her wet sheath. While my hands rounded her breasts thumbs on the nipples, as I pushed up the tight frilly top. 

When it entered I slowed its speed. Letting it slowly fill her then to withdraw to almost the tip, as if giving a taste, before a hard thrust brought more sound from her lips. I worked it fast till her first spasm, then measured more slowly the full thrusts to match hers, till the tightening of her orgasmic release brought me full measure and my seed gushed forth inside her.

We lay coupled together my head on her breast while her heartbeat slowed and her vagina surrendered my spent manhood. We were both slick with perspiration from both the night heat and our exertions.

"Shall I bathe you?"

Her fingers twisted my hair, as; pushing herself firmly back onto the bed, she raised my head and herself to hungrily take my lips.

"Yes," she murmured between kisses, using my shoulders to pull herself erect.

I worked my feet to free the trousers round my ankles, and took her up into my arms carrying her to the bathroom.

The next six weeks found me in the library only six days of the seven. Not from my want, but from the pleading of Sissy, that all work would make me dull. 

Magus led by feeding me a succession of books. As I read of the techniques, any concepts not readily obvious we talked through. There were new ways of looking at the world though the lens of another's assumptions. 

Then there was the practice, acquiring the internal conviction that made the act natural in body and mind. I was amazed and somewhat entertained by channelling power through to my hand and directing it, even without the wand I could get a faint glow to the tips of my finger. With the wand, (it took a week and three visits by the wizard who was crafting the rod for it to be in my hand), with the wand I had the strength to fear few foes. I could be matched against the best here and give them a contest.

Sissy had time to sample the many delights. She frequently arrived late to our bed, full of the story of the play or who she met at the party. My train of thought on the doings of my day lost to me, as I took to her playfulness that too often led to an early sleep. Magus was generous, funding Sissy for all but her private purchases. 

She always looked sexually provocative with a new outfit on my days off, and took a delight in teasing me. I took to wearing a tight cummerbund to keep my penis flat to my tummy, with the loose frills of my tops providing full cover. 

In the second week we were taken to sample fresh picked fruit at a village fete. The stalls were arranged to one side of a green, with sideshows and a stage on the other. 

While the ladies carried parasols, Magus had procured a large wizards hat for me which while providing shade, made my hair itchy. It's only true benefit was the space it gave in the crowd. 

There was scant wind and no cloud to give relief, while stepping into a tent with a press of people was like a steamy kitchen with less appetising odours. 

As we sat on the grass before the stage I lay back and espied a bird, flapping its way above us, and took the idea of its wings. Crafting a large pair with my mind and then setting them flapping with the wand. The result was wondrous, a cooling breeze settled on us giving relief from the stultifying heat. Sissy first astonished, then pleased, dropped back to me on her elbow. Turning to kiss my cheek, while cupping the other with her hand. Magus said from the side of her that I would be plagued by requests for the secrets of that spell.

The most hilarious part of my education came with learning to master the bundle of twigs bound to the end of a cane sized, smoothed and polished branch. They called it a broomstick, it could magically transport you through the air like a bird. 

It required a delicate touch of the mind to animate it, with my own skills at self levitation saving me some nasty falls when I over steered or lost control. 

Sissy came and watched as I practiced over the beach, clapping as I showed of my new skills. Till an error saw me tossed, to float gently into the sea. She was there at the tideline, as I came walking out like a half drowned fisherman. She had the good grace not to laugh out loud, but I could easily see the amusement in her eyes.

As we neared the end of the sixth week he began to tell me more of the world we were to visit. Of the buildings that seemed to touch the sky, and the bustle of the streets, with carriages so plentiful there was hardly a gap between them as they thundered past. The pavements too were thick with people as they mindlessly followed their everyday routine.

This was where we would find the ring. In the richest country in the world, rich that is to its owners, not to its inhabitants. 

The new bearer could be anywhere here, or in one of the poorest under developed parts. Late one night he opened the portal, and we stepped through to the museum room where the ring was on display. 

The windows were high in the wall while the display cases lined the wall and the centre of the room. The ring was marked 'Unknown Antiquity', in smaller letters underneath was the text 'Found in the Himalayas circa 1825', under again was text too small to read in the light of the candle we possessed. We stayed brief minutes before returning, and he tested me by letting me command the passage back.

I was also surprised by a refusal by Sissy. She would not let me lay a hand on her one night, not even cuddle up. The mystery was solved in the morn however, when I caught a sight of a jewel in her navel. She had impulsively had it pierced and wanted it healed before revealing it. Though with the clothes she now wore with gay abandon, it would have been hard to conceal.

The day before our venture was set to begin two further guests arrived, the two others who made the current quartet of ringbearers. 

First was Myrdlin of the middle kingdom, from the planet Camealot. He was old and walked with a staff as a third leg. His long white beard reached his waist, with a robe of plain black. 

He had little mobility to take on the task of a young man, later the second, and a bigger shock, there were races other than human. Yodla was but two foot and a half, was greenish in complexion and had pointy ears like a mischievous pixy. 

He was several hundred years old and the current leader of the little coterie.

Dagobah, his home world, was the fifth planet of the quintet, and was little colonised but for communes of fisherfolk who indulged more in philosophising that fishing.

The great day was here, or rather the early light of predawn. We were to make the transition to coincide with the daily opening. We were to take the ring and leave a magic duplicate, then determine where to seek the future holder with the ring itself. 

We entered the room and I saw it in full light. The ring was in its own display box within a larger one and Magus used a spell to open it.

"Laxo." 

No sooner had the lid started to move than bells and whistles started. It was tamper protected.

A thought jumped to my mind, and I looked to the window opposite and pictured the sky rock that had crashed through the roof of farmer Bagginsocks barn. 

A swift glance to align it and I pulled Magus to the ground.

I let it hurtle through the window and smash into the case, in the destruction I took the ring with my mind and cast the substitute, moments after the guards arrived.

As soon as the situation became clear by us pointing out the rock we were taken to an obsequious official who was concerned for us to have taken offence. I had guised us in ordinary street clothes, and when he wanted our identities we refused, and demanded to be let loose. We had other business to conduct. 

Once out to the street we found rain, looking to the passerby's apparel I saw many had rain proofed parasols, I reached and touched the fabric of one, within seconds we sported one each and strolled off. 

Our need was shelter and money, we had some from a previous expedition but it was only a small sum, some ten one dollar notes and three five's. We had need for shelter to plot our next move, to join the three rings and find direction. 

If I could find open money I could take and copy it with my mind, and then to an inn. 

The opportunity for money arrived as a hole in the wall machine gave money to people who tapped the keys. I stood close to one to watch the money and steal its spirit image, but he became overly protective, shielded the machine and too quickly pocketing the cash. 

While Magus stood at the roadside and watched the flow of traffic, I guised myself to the common eye so none could look and see me. 

After twenty minutes in the pouring rain, I could muster three thousand dollars; it should be enough to get us accommodation. 

The continuing rain made this world look miserable. I went and re-joined Magus, after a quick glance round I rematerialised next to him.

"We have enough money now, let depart these streets and find shelter from this rain."

"I have been observing the carriages. I think I have it, you put your arm out and one of those yellow vehicles stops and carries you away, let us try it."

I watched as Magus waved his arm about. Sure enough a vehicle pulled up alongside us. Magus pulled on the handle and the door opened, we both climbed in, the driver was sat turned looking at us.

"Where to Bud?"

"We wish to go to an inn," Magus stated.

"We aint got no inns here, you wana hotel, somewhere to sleep?"

"Yes," I said quickly, before Magus could come out with his reply. "A moderately priced one."

The driver turned and we sped off through the gloom of the cloud covered streets. We spent no more than five minutes dripping over the luxurious seats before we stopped before a canopied building. Some ten floors high to judge from the windows.

"That'll be twenty bucks," the driver said turning again. I pulled a fist full of the paper money from behind me and found one with the correct symbol.

"Here." I gave it to him and turned to push the door open.

"God foreigners. You gotta pull first then push it open," said the driver, leaning back to point at the handle.

I managed to get the door as the uniformed man outside opened it.

"Good evening gentlemen, you have luggage in the boot?"

"No," I replied. "We intend to purchase clothes here."

Inwardly I cursed myself for not thinking about trunks.

"We have come at haste to attend a friends funeral." I continued.

The Doorman tipped his hat. "I'm sorry to hear that sir. Enjoy your stay."

We walked to the reception and the attractive woman on duty there.

"Good evening, could we have two single rooms for the night, adjoining if possible."

She tapped a few letters on the black tablet in front of her and then looked at a glass rectangle on the desk in front of us.

"We have two singles on the third floor, not adjoining, are they ok?"

"Yes, those would suit us."

"That'll be $125 apiece, $250 total."

I pulled out a fist full of dollars, counting out the required amount in tens and twenties. 

The receptionist looked on impatiently. Counting it herself, before handing over two white cards. 




Uurf Ch. 02



I must have looked puzzled.

"Put it in the slot on the door, it's the key to your room," She explained.

I turned to Magus; he muttered something about for a few dollars more we could have had doubles. He looked over towards a small knot of people, clustered around two innocuous doors next to the stairs. I followed him over and stood waiting, puzzled why we were doing so.

There was a chime and one of the doors opened, sliding back into the walls. 

A few people exited what looked like a box on the inside and then the four or five in front of us crowded in. 

I followed Magus in, more curious than ever. The doors slide closed and two people touched numbers on a lighted panel on the near wall.

I felt a jerk; it felt like I was moving.

Magus reached through and touched the glowing three, a red circle lit around it. 

I was fascinated; this was the technology they used instead of magic. This was a machine, flying up inside the building. Like the self propelled carriage outside, it was in widespread use.

We stopped and the chime sounded again, Magus stepped out and I followed. A long plain passageway stretched before us, lined either side with doors, it reminded me of the dorm at the wizard college. 

Magus took one of the cards from my hand and examined it.

"Room 307," he declared.

He walked, looking at the numbers on the doors, when he came to 307 he looked carefully at the little metal box that was mounted there, then slid the card into the slit on the top. He turned the handle and the door opened.

Inside was a short corridor with a view of a bed at the end, Magus drew his wand from his sleeve as he walked to the bed.

"Exorior," he commanded, and a roll of parchment appeared, dropping onto the bed before him. 

He bent and unrolled it.

I came and looked over his shoulder. It was a map of this world.

"The ring," he asked of me.

I pulled it from my pocket, handing it to him.

He placed it on our current location.

He looked at me and held his ring near it, I followed, placing my hand near it.

It began to slowly spin, two revolutions and it canted over. 

Magus aligned his eye along the line of the ring and put his finger down.

"Some where along that line." He announced.

I looked at where his finger touched. La Paz, on that little finger into the ocean.

The scale on the map put it thousands of miles away. We would need rapid transport to cover that distance, we needed to conclude our business in days not weeks. I was still holding the stone and magic ring in the back of my head, an encumbrance I would wish I was rid off.

"Now we need to move a distance, so we may see where the lines cross." He looked at the map again. "Somewhere down here."

He was waving his finger over a peninsular with some islands south of it.

I read the legend, 'Florida'.

"So tomorrow we travel to Florida."

"So we will need a good night's sleep then," I said. "But first we must determine how we will journey to this place. We should visit the coach house."

"I think they call them stations here."

"Never mind the 'what-ever-the-name' it looks more than a day's journey, and we may need to book seats."

One of the stores we past had a sign saying 'Travel Agent' just before the yellow carriage stopped. We should find that.

As we left the hotel I put a spell on the door that I might find my way back if we travelled far, not that we left anything to return for, but the beds looked comfortable and the facilities nice.

With the colder climate here the clothes that people wore, and saw in displays in the windows, were heavier, with many layers. I clothed us similarly, with gloves for my hands as well.

The travel agents sign was a good five minute walk back.

We walked in and some young man rose to greet us.

We explained our needs, a relative had died and we wanted to leave on the morrow.

He started to look at airline schedules, then turned. "Do you have documents?"

I looked at Magus, he was looking at me.

"I'll put you on a train then."

He ran his fingers over the tablet in front of him, and the picture changed.

"What class, first or second?"

"First." Piped up Magus by my side.

"What time?"

"Oh, quite early...."

"I've got one leaving at six fifteen, another at eleven o eight, and the last at three fifteen. The eleven o eight, change at Jackson, will get your there in the early evening of Wednesday, around six local."

"That sound alright to me, said Magus to me. I nodded my head.

With the travel arrangements made Magus wanted to sample the local wines. We hailed another of those noisy yellow carriages, asking the driver for a good wine bar.

The wine bar Magus rapidly sampled three before agreeing the bottle; we sat at a table tucked into a corner.

"Well, my boy, what do you think of this world?"

"'Tis a busy world, I concede. But the magic at people's fingers is astounding."

"That is not real magic; the people here have uncovered a great deal of the engineering of God's plan. And put that knowledge to work, except their lords enslave them with it."

I nodded.

The thought that had seeded in my mind previously took root in my curiosity.

It would take great organisation to build like this, and to manage the carriages on the road.

There was a bundle of papers on a seat at the next table, and Magus reached and retrieved them.

I looked over as he opened it up, it contained news of this world, judging by the words there was great woe in this world, they surly needed a ringbearer here.

He shoved the paper on our spare chair. 

Magus was up ordering another bottle of wine, red this time, before our first was half consumed.

If we spent the day here Magus would be rolling drunk before tea time.

"Magus, when you've drunk you fill of the new bottle can we seek out some food?" I asked him. "I'm getting a little peckish."

"Yes certainly my boy. We can go whenever you please."

Outside it'd started to rain again, we quickly hailed a yellow beast.

"You know any good restaurants round here?" I asked as we got in.

"Wadya want? Greek, Chinese, home cooked Italian..."

"Italian will do."

He pulled up outside a double windowed store. Inside I could see other diners, it looked agreeable.

When we entered a young girl came over and took us to a table, handing us a menu each.

The words were meaningless; I looked to the price, choosing a dish in the mid range.

"Can I have a Tagliatella?" I asked.

"And l'll have the Bolognese." Added Magus.

Magus also saw the wines on the menu, and ordered a bottle to go with the meal.

The meal was filling, and we sat the hour finishing the wine. With Magus drinking most of the bottle.

Magus was definitely tipsy as we left the restaurant, and it took some persuasion to get him to return to the hotel. I showed the driver the plastic key card for directions and we were soon home.

I took him straight to his room; he was gently snoring on his bed within minutes.

I had seen a bookshop not far from the hotel and while he slept I decided to explore, see what I could learn from this world.



Uurf Ch. 03



I returned some two hours later, with books on technology, electronics, engineering and a few others. I was excited at the knowledge in their pages and went to Magus; his room was shut and locked. I could get no answer.

I used magic to open his door, hoping to find him asleep, but that hope was soon extinguished.

The next place to look would be the hotel bar, and that is where I found him. He was holding court with a group of young men, arguing against the existence of gods.

I rescued him, proffering the excuse that we had a later appointment and we needed to eat and ready ourselves.

We ate at the hotel restaurant, a good meal of some fish dish. With a free evening ahead of us he suggested that we go out and explore the culture of this world.

We wandered out onto the street and randomly turned right, walking down to the intersection and crossing turned left and walking till we found the first bar. Magus immediately ordered a glass of wine for the both of us, steering us to an empty table against a wall.

Whilst I sat and savoured the glass, Magus wanted to try more of the varieties on offer. He was finishing his second and waiting at the bar to select his third when the guy next to him commented that only gays drank wine.

Magus laughed, saying that he didn't think much of their wimpy beer, at least wine had taste and body. The guy wasn't too pleased by the counter and belligerently stuck his face up close to Magus's declaring that beer drinkers were twice as good as any wine lover.

Magus laughed again declaring that the beer must have addled his brain if he believed that. The guy took a swing at him, for an old man in the guise of a young one Magus was remarkably quick, he stepped back avoiding the roundhouse swing, but backing into the man next to him.

With his beer spilt he entered the fray, pushing Magus back towards his protagonist allowing him to take another jab. Magus was able to block that one but with the situation becoming more confused I began to consider an exit strategy.

Magus pre-empted my aid by swinging at the guy and knocking him to the floor, the guy whose beer he spilt wanted a piece of the action, catching him by the shoulder to pull him round. Magus turned and jabbed him in the gut, doubling him over. 

He needed little help from me, I would have been using magic to settle the matter, not something we wanted to do too often. We were afraid the use of magic would alert those who would see us fail, though we were sure they had little knowledge of the ring itself, they would know of our magic.

The fight was escalating with Magus dodging to the end of the bar, I was making my way round the perimeter of the room, heading for the door. As Magus also headed to the door we heard the wail of the approaching carriages of the constabulary. It was time to get out.

"Stay where you are."

The uniformed man was waving a weapon at us as he exited his vehicle, Magus and I both took to our heels, running from the approaching flashing lights. With reinforcements coming the constable gave chase, shouting at us to halt and surrender ourselves to his questioning.

Magus saw a carriage in front of us, the driver was getting out but the engine was still running.

"Quickly, we can use that vehicle to make our escape." Pointing at it.

While I went round to the passenger side he pushed the man aside and clambered into the driving seat.

"Do you know how to drive these things?" I asked him, as he closed the door.

"I think so," he replied, looking round at the controls.

He moved the lever between us and stabbed his foot on one of the pedals, nothing happened, he put his foot on the other and the vehicle shot forward, he turned the wheel narrowly missing the vehicle parked in front and we were off down the road.

His foot eased off the pedal as we speeded up, he laughed.

"This is easy," he said.

Unfortunately one of the constabulary carriages was visible behind us, and catching up fast. Magus turned the wheel as we crossed an intersection and there was trouble ahead. We were now in a stream of traffic.

Down the road in front of us was more flashing lights and the stream of traffic was slowing to queue in front. We were trapped, abandoning the carriage was an option, but with the flashing lights around us I couldn't see us getting far.

I levitated the vehicle as I would a broom; the magic word was 'levictus'. The car rose from the road, rushing headlong over the queue of cars lined up before us. 

The red and blue flashing lights of the constable's carriages slipped beneath us. Their upturned faces pulsing in the strobing lights, their arms pointing up with weapons in fists. I let us down gently. 

Magus pushed his foot down on the pedal again as the carriage first, jerked us forward as we touched, then backwards as the engine roared back into life. 

I turned and looked; the constables were following us, and gaining.

"Magus, take a side road."

We swerved round a corner, grazing some rubbish bins, as we straightened I levitated the carriage, pushing it high as fast as I could. We were rooftop high, some five floors up, before the carriages following us entered the alley. 

As we cleared the roof I turned us, gliding over the hotch potch roofscape below. There to our left was a square of roof big enough for our vehicle. 

I swooped over, hovering above. Slowly I let us land, the tyres touched and the undercarriage creaked. I released it, and there was an almighty groan. We dropped eight feet as the shed below gave way. 

Magus was the first to recover his wits, pulling the handle and pushing on his door with his shoulder. His door was stuck; no doubt our various bumps had caused it to stick. I tried my door; it opened perhaps six inches, stopped by the rubble of the shed.

I looked at Magus, then looked at the glass before us; I melted and softened it, then gave it a magical push. It fell clean away, skittering down the bonnet.

I clambered through, helping Magus as he cleared the steering wheel.

"We do not steal anymore of their carriages!" I proclaimed. "Next time we'll use magic."

"Well...."

"No, you said you could drive that thing!"

"I said 'I thought I could'." He wheedled.

"Nevermind, we will use magic next time."

We were still standing amid the rubble and our now useless carriage, I wondered about our erstwhile pursuers. Picking my way out I looked over the wall, there was some dingy alleyway below us, empty of life by the look.

Magus came to join me. Looking around at the dismal roofs left and right it was like an alien world, a world of dark colours and shadows.

I rescued a plank from the debris of the shed.

"Magus, let us get back to the hotel, and our nice warm beds." I floated the plank and sat astride it, waiting for Magus to mount.

I used my wand to activate the spell I'd put on the hotel door, it gave a feint yellow line to follow.

As, high above, we approached the hotel; I was dismayed to see the flashing blue red lights at its entrance. My heart pounded as I worried that they'd discovered the loss of the real ring.

I steered us into a darkened back alley and turned to Magus.

"Do you think it's about the ring?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"We should find out." I stated.

I changed our apparel, and our looks. We were two old men, dark suits and dark hats with long white beards. I created a cane and a limp for myself.

We walked from the alley onto the main street and slowly made our way to the hotel. Once there we pushed our way through the crowd of gawkers, till we stood before a constable who was barring the way.

"May we go through?" I asked.

"No, this is a crime scene. Come back in an hour or so."

"But we were to meet someone inside." I protested. "What's happened, has there been a murder?"

"Na, we're looking for two perps who hi-jacked a cab and caused mayhem with the crosstown traffic, we traced them back here. Now be on your way before you gets in trouble. Shalom."

We backed out of the crowd, turning and retracing our steps till there was distance between us.

"Well so much for the comfy beds, we'll have to find others for the night." I said sadly.

"But not around here." Put in Magus. "We'd best travel a distance from here before we try again."

"Let's go back to the plank, fly quietly to some other part of this town. It's getting dark now, no one will see us," I said

"Ay, why not." He replied.

We mounted the plank again, lifting into the air and skimming the rooftops. We had been flying less than five minutes when we saw a group of people gathered on one of the rooftops.

"Stop a minute." Magus prompted from behind me.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing, I've got something I want to try."

I complied with his mysterious request, dropping us to the roof below.

"We'll join that group of people," he said, pointing to the roof some three across from ours.

With his wand he conjured up a bag.

"Ingredients," he said glancing at me.

Opening it up before me, he set about mixing the potion, adding all to the mortis set before him. Grinding it made a fine blue powder.

"We are ready," he proclaimed.

The powder worked, they greeted us as friends as he had promised. It was a formula used for settling squabbles, ensure calm in the proceedings. 

There were two men and six females, celebrating a birthday for Janice, the blond among them. We stayed there for an hour or so, till the late night air grew cold. Down where they lived, a 'two bed apartment, the party continued until the beer ran out.

I fished out some money from my pocket, donating it to the pool of money collected, and let one of the men with two of the girls go out for fresh supplies while we sucked at our half empty bottles. Magus wanted to go and look for some wines but was easily persuaded to stay and entertain the girls.

With fresh supplies of beer the party lasted another couple of hours, though it had been a long day for me I still felt surprisingly fresh, finding interest in the animated discussions of the state of the world, with its rising population and increasing pollution levels.

I could see Magus ensconced with the birthday girl, competing for her attention with one of the men as I listened to the two girls I sat with compared the merits of singles bars, nodding and agreeing as each in turn talked of one's they'd visited.

As the beer ran dry for the second time the others began to take their leave, exchanging hugs and kisses with the birthday girl as they exited, agreeing that it had been nice and they should 'do it again' soon.

Soon we were left alone with Janis, the blond birthday girl and her flat mate Silvia. Both were a little drunk and giggly, we helped tidy up a bit before they declared themselves tired and ready for bed, though they seemed a little reluctant to claim their beds.

Magus declared that we had need to discuss a private matter before we were ready to retire and both girls took that as their cue to leave us together in the living room. I shucked my guise and used our robes and the various scatter cushions to fashion a bed for us.

We were lying there, having decided our next move would be. We would travel down to this Florida place, it was far enough away to give us a good angle, and the climate was nice.

I thought of the girls, lying in comfortable beds, Sissy would be abed as well. This was the first time apart since we met that fateful day, some two years past. Was she missing me as much as I was missing her?

I heard movement, a door opening. Like a ghost the blond appeared, wearing only her undies I could see her white skin gleam. She approached Magus.

"I've got a cold bed, come keep me warm."

Magus needed no encouragement. He stood; half turned to me and shrugged his shoulders. Then followed the disappearing figure into the bedroom. I turned, propped on one elbow and watched as the door closed. 

Then five minutes after the other came for me. 

"Leaving it up to us to choose, how quaint of you."

I looked, puzzled, she was choosing me.

"Come, you want to have sex with me?"

I hadn't thought this would happen, being seduced by a girl. 

"But I am married." I protested.

"That's alright by me, it's just for fun."

I imagined my fun with Sissy, the kissing and tickling prelude to foreplay with the sex beyond it.

She pulled at my hand, taking me from our makeshift bed and leading me into her bedroom.

The bed lay open before us as she fumbled the buttons of my toga open, she with only her scanty underwear from nudity.

With my top off, she continued with the shorts I wore, my robe already gone to make a blanket.

She looked at me quizzically, "Unhook my bra then," she commanded me, turning her back. I looked at the strap, there were hooks in the centre, easily I pulled and released them. 

She shrugged forwards, letting it slide to the ground.

"Well come on then, you're not Gay are you?" She said taking my hands to her panties. She wriggled her hips as she pushed my hands down, thumbs caught in the waistband.

The panties slid down her legs as her ass ground into my groin.

Against my will my tool responded, rising up between her legs.

"This is just fun? I'm pledged to my wife."

She laughed. "I'm all for having fun."

She pulled me to the bed, we both falling sideways on it. She reached and pulled the blanket over us, twisting to face me as she did so.

I could feel her breasts, her hard nipples pressed against my chest.

Her hand snaked down to take my penis, as hard as I've ever had it.

She began to stroke it, then twisting, head dipping under the covering, she took it to her mouth.

I took her leg near me, and lifted it over my head. Letting her straddle me, so that I faced her mound.

As she played with me I let my tongue wander over her genitals.

I let my tongue find her clitoris, burying my nose as I sought to suck it.

She was taking my cock to the back of her throat, fucking me with her mouth.

My cum was quick in coming, in less than a minute I was filling her mouth with my seed, me sucking hard on her labia.

Licking me dry, she brought her knees to my side, opening her legs to give me greater access. More lazily now I began licking at her clit, my hands gripping her thighs. It was duty now rather than passion that propelled my actions.

My ministrations produced the desired result after a few more minutes lapping at her now dripping cunt, her thighs tightening on my head as the warmth of her cum filled my mouth, the scream she let out let everybody in hearing know that she'd climaxed.

She collapsed on top of me, then after a few moments turned to lie alongside me, I turned to my side, pulling her to me spoon fashion, my hand caressing her breast.

We lay quietly for a few moments, naked on top of the rumpled bedclothes, till a door opened in the wall behind me. Janice, from the other bedroom approached our bed.

"Silvia?" she enquired.

I heard my partner silently groan. "Yes."

"How was yours? Mines fast asleep. A five minute wonder, all fumble and fuck."

"Hers is still awake," I replied, turning to face her.

"Oh, I thought...."

"Go back to bed Janice." Silvia ordered.

She came closer. "Yours has got a big dick." My penis, lolling flaccid between my legs, twitched at mention of its name.

She leant over the bed, her breasts dangling before me, and clasped her hand around my tool.

"Janice!" Silvia complained.

"It's my birthday," Janice replied.

She leant closer to me, kissing me on the lips. Her free hand slipping easily behind my head.

She climbed onto the bed, pushing her tongue into my mouth. My penis now responding eagerly to her slow stroking.

Her hand released my tool, going to my hip and pulling me on top of her. 

She clasped her hands at my back and began kissing me in earnest; I could taste the alcohol on her breath.

She broke off and turned to Silvia. "Have you got a spare condom?" 

Freed from her kisses I let my mouth seek her breast, clamping onto her nipple and trapping it with my teeth. My tongue pressed on its tip, drawing an appreciative murmur from her.

I felt her turn and looked to see what was happening. Silvia was passing her a colourful little packet. She turned to me.

"Up, big boy." She squeezed out from under me; I lay on my side looking at her. Silvia at my back pulled me flat, and took my semi ridged cock in her hand again, while Janice ripped the packet open.

She leant over me while Silvia held my cock upright, 

Janice put her mouth to its head and pushed down till the head was squeezed by her throat, the sensation caused my cock to fully harden. Her mouth came slowly up, disgorging my wet glistening tool.

"It's easier to get on if it's wet, especially if it's a big one like yours." She looked at me, then back to my cock. She put the rubber ring on my head and, encircling it with her finger and thumb, rolled it down, squeezing lightly.

"There, now you can fuck me."

She was astride me, feeding my cock into her waiting wet hole before I could protest my vows to my Sissy.

She began to vigorously gratify herself, pounding on my hips. She reached over and grasped at Silvia, who rose to meet her hand. 

They kissed, and Silvia twisted, straddling me once more, her vagina an inch from my mouth.

I completed the triangle, my tongue slithering up her shaven lips, to seek her clitoris, hidden still in its hood. 

Time snuck past as our sexual excitement rose, Janis peaked first, her spasms gripping my tool fast, causing mine to rush upon me. Silvia was last, after some frantic tongue lashing on my part.

When she had finished coming, Silvia freed my face, moving close to hug Janice. 

My cock softened and I could feel it slowly being squeezed out. With a squelch it plopped out, I felt her fluid warm on my pubes and balls.

By mutual understanding they both rolled sideways, laying both entwined beside me. 

I used the pillow to wipe myself dry, pulling on the bulbous spunk filled end to ease the condom off and dropping it over the side of the bed. I lay, half curled, facing the girls; they continued to enjoy each other. I felt for the cover in the semi darkness and covered the three of us.

In the morn I woke to find Silvia clasped to me, spooning my back. 

I gently lifted her arm from my waist, but my action caused her to stir.

"Morning big boy," she murmured.

"Morning," I replied, swinging my legs to the edge of the bed.

"Where you off?" she asked, her voice still sleepy.

"Toilet."

"First on the left, Don't leave the seat up!" the last said as I exited the door, not thinking of my nudity.

In the bathroom I sat and urinated, looking at the shower here. It looked much more sophisticated than those Magus had in his palace. I thought of the glorious experience of my first one, the sun warmed water gushing over my head.

As I flushed the toilet and walked towards the shower Janice came in.

"Don't start without me!" she said, as she rushed to sit on the toilet herself and empty her bladder.

I opened the glass door and walked in, the controls and hose looked to be of gold, such a set would look nice in our bathroom.

I was still standing admiring when Janice came in behind me. Hair hidden in a plastic cap.

"Mm... animal." She scratched her nails down my back, then reached past me and turned the shower on.

The water surprised me, coming from the four corners. I looked up to the rose above me.

"No, I don't want it standard. Keep my hair dry."

She took the soap from its little alcove, and began soaping my chest. She worked from side to side and under my arms, dropping to my stomach when she finished there.

My penis began twitching in anticipation, rising to the occasion like a warrior for renewed battle.




Uurf Ch. 03



As she watched it rise her hand slipped down to soap my balls, bringing more vigour to it.

She dropped to her knees, hands to my hips, and took my tool into her mouth. Playing first with her tongue on my head she pulled forward, taking me fully into her mouth, my head plunging down into her throat. My knees weakened, the thrill in my groin overwhelming me. She let it out again, and played more with her tongue on my head, sucking as if the cum was there already.

Silvia opened the door.

"Room for little me." It was less a question more of an order.

She stepped in and cupped her breasts before me. I could see the rivulet running from one of her nipples as they grew stiff. She bounced them in her hands, proffering them to me.

I reached forward, taking her nipples between forefinger and thumb, rolling and pulling to her delight.

Janice was going deep on me again, her swallowing motion between little gasps, was bringing me on fast.

Silvia took one of my hands to her pussy, my palm feeling the small strip of hair as my fingers sought the mound of her clit. She leant into me, brushing my hand from her breast, offering her lips to mine.

A strange thought crossed my mind; the action of the blue powder was long lasting.

We kissed, she penetrating my mouth with her tongue. I nearly bit it as Janice, below, took me deep into her mouth again.

I slipped my fingers up inside her as my thumb slipped to her clit; she pressed her lips harder to mine. I began to fingerfuck her, slowly at first, then faster as she responded.

My own orgasm was coming fast as Janis once again swallowed me down to the root. My hips started jerking as the sperm surged out, Janice backed off, collecting it in her mouth.

She stood, and put her fingers to Silvia's face, Silvia turned and they kissed, sharing my spunk between them.

Janice pushed my hand from Silvia's cunt and took up its duty. As Silvia put her hand to Janice's cunt I realised I was now redundant. The two girls were writhing against the back wall. I stepped from the shower and looked for a towel.

I was dressed and exploring the kitchen when the girls came padding in, still dripping and naked.

"Do you want breakfast?" Janice asked. "I'm doing bacon, egg and toast for Silv."

"That sounds fine," I replied.

"Go wake your sleepy head friend up." She requested.

"Ok."

I went through to where Magus lay sleeping and shook his shoulder lightly.

"Huh?"

"Breakfast, if you want some?"

"I'll be there in a minute," he said sleepily, as he lay his head back down.

"Come on, we've got to travel today," I said, encouraging him to rise for the day.

"Oh alright then." Rolling to the edge of the bed, he swung his feet out.

I returned to the kitchen where Silvia had a pot of coffee on the go.

"So where are you guys off to?"

"Florida."

"Oh I wish I could go with you. Holiday?"

"No, we've got some business down there."

"Lucky you, it's been ages since I was in Miami."

Janice came over with two plates.

"Where's that buddy of yours?"

"Still dressing I suppose."

Sliv opened a draw under the counter and pulled out knives and forks.

"His'll get cold."

"Their off to Miami later," Silvia said.

"Nice for them." Turning to me. "Got room for two more?"

"Jan, we're in work tomorrow."

"O well, it was a nice thought."

Magus appeared at the door. When I dressed this morning I recreated the local clothes we wore, and he looked like a normal 25 year old in suit and tie.

"Here's your breakfast," said Janice. "Knives and forks in the draw."

Magus came to sit on the third stool, to my left.

"I had to use magic to get these on," he whispered in my ear.

'Get what on' was my though, then I realised he was on about the clothes.

Janice put a cup of coffee at my elbow. "Come on. Eat up. We're throwing you out in five minutes."

"Don't be cruel..., s'alright, take your time," chimed Silvia.

"Why are they still naked?" Magus whispered in my ear.

"Just had a shower," I whispered back.

I continued with my breakfast, wondering if Magus knew he was eating meat.

The girls finished their food and rushed off giggling, to the bedroom.

I turned to Magus. "Well, shall we find our way to this Miami?"

"Do you have the tickets he gave you for the train?" he asked.

"Yes." I tapped my pocket, these clothes had lots of pockets, I liked that.

"Right, shall we walk, or take one of those yellow carriages again."

"I'm easy." That was his slang, funny how I unconsciously I followed his speech.

'As long as he wasn't driving we'd be safe', I thought to myself.

The train station was something to behold, I marvelled at its construction, a lot of planning had gone into that.

The carriage was luxury itself; we had a plush seat each, our sleeping bunks folded down from over our heads. I had brought my pile of books to read, including a few novels from the station platform.

I settled myself in a corner, deciding which book to read first. Magus lay back on his seat, slowly nodding off as the train began its journey.

The waitress, knocking and offering coffee and sandwiches woke him, some several hours into our ride. Magus enquired as to the location of the dinning section, then declared that he'd have a proper meal.

It was over an hour till he returned.

"Tif, you should come and join me," he declared. "They have a good selection of foods and wines." He added.

I had finished one of the novels and was deep into another, but my stomach, now he reminded me of it, was grumbling in complaint.

I stood, stretching my cramped body. Food and a bit of exercise would do me good. 

"Lead on, good sir, lead on." I said, following him as he ducked back out the door.

The selection of foods from such a small kitchen impressed me and I settled for a steak. Magus selected the wine, 'A full bodied fruity red'.

Replete I left Magus with the wine and made my way back to our compartment, entering the wrong one first as I miscounted the carriages.

I had finished the second novel and was most of the way through a tome titled 'The third industrial revolution' before magus reappeared, he was tipsy again and fell asleep on the seat shortly after sitting.

I woke him as he started to snore, suggesting that he would be better in bed.

Once I'd invoked magic to silence his snores, I, to, followed and claimed my bed.

I chided Magus for his drinking when we rose in the morning.

"It's my wife's fault, he claimed. "She rations me at home. It's not often I get the chance to indulge my passion, but I'm in full control, I only seem drunk."

I'd seen his 'full control' in the car chase, and made him promise to temper 'his passion'.

The day progressed trouble free, me reading my books, while Magus strolled the length of the train several times, talking to other passengers.

We arrived in the early evening, the sun still bright and warm in the sky. Drawing on the knowledge gleaned from the novels I hailed a taxi cab and booked us into a fine hotel.

As soon as we were secure in the room Magus produced the map again. Spinning the ring once more gave us a line that took us through Oaxaca, giving us no joining in these lands. We projected the lines out and found that they met on an island in the southern ocean. Brisbane was to be our next destination.

I also suggested that we take local names, the people here seemed to have double names and we should have the same.

"Right you can be Martin Lickerts and I'll have the name T'Mershi Duween."

"Where did you get those names?"

"They were in that book, Susie Creamcheese."

I argued for an early night, and we dined downstairs in the hotel's restaurant. I limited Magus to only two bottles of wine, one with the meal and the second to bring back to our room.



Uurf Ch. 04



After breakfast the next morning I settled our bill and we strolled out onto the sunlit street. A travel agent was our next port of call and I hailed a cab in the street to take us there.

"Here driver, that one will do."

I had adopted the 'casual touristy look" with shirt, shorts and bold sunglass's, the person in behind the desk was , by contrast, in shirt, tie and business suit. I asked him about travel arrangements to Brisbane, all went well till he asked me for my passport, to get the Australian visa. It was easier and quicker for him to arrange. We should have learnt from our first experience. I recovered quickly enough to tell him they were back at the hotel; we'd drop them by later and make the arrangements later. Back out on the street Magus and I discussed our problem, we needed to find out more about these travel documents. A moments thought brought up the airport, people travelling equalled travel documents. 

We hailed another taxi, the driver took us through the side roads, to avoid congestion, and it was there that I saw the sign on the shop front, 'Green Magic'.

"Stop! Driver stop here." I almost shouted.

Magus looked at me quizzically. "What?"

"I've just seen a shop we must visit, 'tis called 'Green Magic'. 

The cab stopped and I waved a fifty at him. 

Out on the pavement I walked back the way we had come, some two hundred yards found us full of crystals, dream catchers and other paraphernalia.

A long haired youth left another couple who were browsing some jewellery and approached us.

"Can I help you?"

Magus puffed some blue powder at him. He now was feeling that he vaguely knew us, that we were connected somehow and that he should help us. 

"I'm looking for books, books on magic and wizardry." 

"All the books I've got are here," he said, leading us to the back of the shop,

The range of books was limited, those on magic even more so.

I turned to him, he shrugged his shoulders apologetically.

"My friend Davina over at 'The Temple Of Diana' has more," he said , unpinning a card from the notice board. "Here's her address."

I took the card.

"Thanks, I'll look her up now."

We took another taxi ride.

The temple when we got there was a pseudo church, with all the trappings of a personality cult. The alter had a sole chair, dressed in regal symbology. 

To the side there was an entrance to a shop.

As we entered we were approached by a thirtyish woman, slim with red streaks in her hair, dressed in a smock like affair that came down mid thigh. 

"Can I help you?"

I presented the card while Magus scattered more blue dust.

"I was looking for books, articles on magic."

"And Philip recommended me, remind me to thank him."

I looked around the shop; the books were along the wall to our right.

"What sort of magic are you looking for?" she asked.

"Oh, just general..., just seeing what's available."

"I've got some books that I've written. I'm a white witch," she proclaimed.

That got my attention.

"You know about magic?" I questioned.

"Yes, I mix potions and pronounce spells for the good of people. White magic not black magic."

I was intrigued; I had not thought of magic as good or bad, the concept was food for thought.

"I would like to know more of this magic of yours."

We were at the book shelves.

"You can take them and read them over in my house with a cup of coffee, if you want." She suggested.

Magus pulled the sleeve of my robe. "What about the airport?"

"Sorry M, this might be important." Came my answer, this was worth learning about this world. We still lacked the cultural understanding, we needed to learn more to effectively live and operate in this world, the rules I'd read in the books were mixed and confusing. 

We went across a short gravel path to a detached house.

In the lounge Davina asked one of the girls there to make coffee for us, as we sat around the coffee table.

"So, what's your real interest in magic?"

I decided to be daring. 

"We are both magicians of sorts, we practice a different magic than yours." I stated boldly. "I would like to learn more of the magic you practice here."

"Well you're welcome to learn what I know," she said leaning forward.

We talked through three cups of coffee, served by a charming young girl, 'my acolyte', dressed in the same garb as Davina.

It was near early evening Magus was dozing and I'd just finished the book she given me, she was now questioning my wizardry. Hers could be summed up as 'sympathetic magic', tuning in to the forces of nature.

I explained that mine was the manipulation of reality; Magus's was much the same with a layer dressed up in rituals.

"Can you show me?" she asked.

I drew out my wand; I could see Magus looking sternly at me. Pointing it at the cup in front of her, I pronounced the word 'levitus', the cup rose and moved toward her hand, resting on her knee.

She stared, mouth open at the cup, floating in mid air, inches from her hand.

She took the cup, but it took her several seconds longer to recover her composure.

"How'd you do that?" she demanded. 

"By making reality bend to my will, changing the 'what if', to the 'what is'."

"Yes but how?" she implored.

"By taking the fabric of reality and make it do what I want it to, it like you change the rules."

I could see she was still perplexed.

"It's a skill you're born with, it can't be taught unless you have the innate ability. Something I can now sense in people."

"So I can't learn your tricks?" she asked, disappointed.

"No, I'm sorry," I said.

Besides us Magus gave a cough.

"Well, we must take our leave of you," he said. "I for one would like to fill my belly"

"Would you like to have a meal here?" she enquired.

"That would be nice of you," said Magus.

She brought us a bowl of fruit as an appetiser, dinner would be twenty minutes.

"She is no magician." Magus said quietly, the other girl in the room was over the far side, and hopefully out of earshot of his hushed tones.

"I know." I replied. "I can sense magic in people, if they have the gift."

"No, what I mean is women are very seldom chosen to bear the gift." He continued. "I have yet to meet a female wizard."

When the meal was ready we sat, seven of us crowded round the table. There was a sense of magic, one of our companions was causing my senses to tingle.

I nudged Magus. "I think you are about to meet your first."

"You feel it too?" he replied, looking round the table.

He drew out his little pouch of blue powder.

"What exactly does it do?" I asked him.

"It just makes people friendlier towards each other, more obliging." He informed me. "You as a wizard should be able to detect its effects and resist them."

I leant towards him looking into the bag. He took a pinch.

"Do you want to try its effects?" he asked.

I was curious, "Yes," I nodded.

He flicked his fingers at me; though they were empty I hadn't seen the blue dust leave them.

I felt no different. He took another pinch of the dust and blew it from his fingers towards the four young acolytes sitting opposite.

The meal over, one of the girls collected the crockery, while another took a biscuit barrel labelled 'Brownies' and came round offering it. I felt greedy when I looked and saw that everyone else had taken one whilst I had two.

Neither the girl who collected the bowls nor the one with the biscuits had the sense of magic when I touched them 'accidentally'. Leaving the two still sat opposite, the petite redhead or the brunette. I would seek away of testing the other two.

Davina stood and walking to the side put some music on, it was soft, slow and sensuous, some multi-stringed instrument and a light tinkling beat behind. She began dancing, a lithe sensuous dance. The girls, even the one from the kitchen were watching her, beating out the time by clapping their hand.

I began to feel a little light headed, getting up from the floor and sitting in one of the comfortable chairs. As she continued to dance I became entranced by the intricacies of her hand movements, she seemed to be making them flow like waves.

As the dance ended the red-haired one came and sat on the arm of my chair.

"She's very talented," she commented.

"Yes, yes she is." I felt comfortable, my mind was relaxed and open, the room and its furnishings all looked more distinctive, more interesting somehow.

I looked at the redhead besides me, I could see the texture of her hair, the red strands gleamed in the light.

She looked at me studying her and started to giggle. "This is some nice shit yeah."

I heard her words but didn't understand them. Shit, feces , what could be nice about that?

I looked at her again.

"Hi," she said. "My names Alice, what's yours?""

"T'Mershi." 

"T'Mershi, what a beautiful name," she enthused. "Where does it come from?"

"I don't know, I'm an orphan, my mother died young."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"It's alright; it was a long time ago."

"Who's your friend?"

"Martin?"

"Yes, I think Davina fancies him," she whispered, leaning close to my ear.

She slipped and landed in my lap.

"Opps." She languorously stood, then sat on the table, facing me.

"Where are you from? Your accent doesn't sound local," she asked. "I'm from Cheshire."

"What's this shit you were on about?"

"Oh, that's a new cannabis strain we've just got from California."

At the word California I saw Magus, sorry I mean Martin, look over to us.

I gave a little shake of the head. They sounded the same but it was also a place on the map we had studied.

"The Californian shit is good then?"

"Oh yes," she gave a little chuckle. "Ever since medical marijuana."

I looked at her, hair bouncing as she moved her head, I wanted to please her. This was the effect of the powder, in the back of my mind it was important, but I let the thought pass. She was nice and I could help her.

"You have power," I said bluntly to her. "You have power, if you would use it."

She looked at me puzzled. "Power?" she asked, her voice querulous. "Power to do what?"

"To perform healing."

"You can teach me how to heal, like Davina?"

"No not like Davina, I can teach you some words, and how to hold your hand and concentrate the magic through it."

Over her shoulder I saw Davina sitting next to Martin.

Her eyes opened wide and her face smiled at me.

"Can you... really."

"Yes, it's an easy one, Mag... Martin taught it me not long ago."

She looked at me for a second or so. "Come prove it."

She stood and I followed, she led me through to the stairs, then up to her room.

"Here, see if you can cure this." She was pulling the hem of her robe up over her knees.

What she revealed was a mound full of angry red spots. Some, white headed and ready to burst, alongside were the tell tale signs of a bad shave, the little nicks and cuts.

I laid my hand an inch above it and uttered the magical words "Vigoratus... vestri ego"

I heard her gasp when I moved my hand, her skin was now once more covered in pubic hair, a sparse field of orangey tufts.

She rubbed her hand over it. "How did you do that?"

She looked at me, letting go of the hem.

"You can teach me to do that?" she was excited, her whole focus was on me.

"Yes, you say the words in the same way I did, and you focus the magic down through your hand. Here, say the words after me."

"Vigoratus."

"Vigoratus."

"vestri ego."

"vestri ego."

"Now keep repeating them in your head, then out loud."

I kept correcting her pronunciation till she had it perfect, then we went on to using the hand. I went and took one of the flowers from the vase, I bent the stem a little leaving a bruised crease. Laying it on the bed I wave my hand over the damaged part while reciting the words under my breath.

She picked it up, running her finger over the stem.

"Try it," I encouraged her.

She broke the stem near the bottom and put her hand over it, saying the words out load. The words were perfect, but the stem was unchanged. I took her arm, I could feel the tingle again; in time she would learn how to mask it. I explained that she had to feel the power flowing through her arm. I put my hand on her elbow, directing the flow through her arm.

"Put your hand above it now," I directed her.

With her hand above it for a few moments she spoke the words again. This time the stem was healed.

"It will take many hours of practice for you to do it regularly, practice on the flowers till you are confident.

I left her in her room practicing and went back to the main room. Martin was dancing in slow circles with Davina, she was feeding him another cookie. I sat down on the chair and took another one, we should be getting to the airport to check out these travel documents, but there was always tomorrow.

The three other girls were sitting over the other side, much as they'd done when we first arrived. I picked myself up and wandered over, crouching before the three of them on their chairs. They all were good looking, and had a healthy glow about them. I looked around the group as they looked expectantly at me.

"HI, my names T'Mershi Duween," I announced.

I wondered if they were all naked under their robes as Alice had been.

"Hi, I'm Bell." That was the brunette on my left.

"I'm Gayle." The auburn haired one announced.

I looked to the one on the right.

"Sam, Samantha that is, but I'm Sam round here.

Sam had lovely long straight black hair; it fell well down her back.

Introductions over I felt at a loss for words.

"I'm off to Brisbane," I said. It was the first thing into my head, I had to say something.

"Oh, I've been there," Sam said excitedly.

"Have you?" questioned Bell.

"Yes, I've got the stamp in my passport." She lifted her bag besides her, opened it and drew out a little green paste book. She leant across Gayle to show her.

"Can I see?" I asked, and she passed it over to me.

I riffled through it, taking in the texture, the printing and the picture in the back, I had it fixed and could make another with ease.

Handing it back to her I asked. "What's it like there?"

"Warm and nice, like here in Miami, and lots of thunderstorms. I remember lots of thunderstorms."

"You got any photos?" asked Gayle.

"Yes." she went fishing in her bag again. "I've got one of a sunset that I liked."

I felt my legs grow cramp. I sat on the floor, the girls were animated but I wanted to lay back.

Alice saved me, entering the room and calling me.

"T'Mershi, come and see."

I could see from her demeanour that she was starting to have successes. I got up of the floor, my legs feeling stiff, perhaps I should work the magic on myself.

In her room she was almost bouncing with excitement. On the bed lay a perfect flower.

"Can you do it again?" I asked her.

"I have done this one three times now. Look."

She twisted the stem just under the flower. Put her hand over it and whispered the words. The flower was good again, she had mastered the spell. 

"What else can you do? Can you make my boobs bigger?" she was unbuttoning her robe.

"Wait." But she didn't stop till she threw it back over her shoulders, standing bare breasted in front of me.

Her breasts were small, but well formed, perfect to my eye. Her nipples were plump and dark while her areoles were a bright pink circle on the pale cream of her breasts, each a handful or more. 

She moved forward, catching my hand and bringing it to her nipple. "I want them soft and warm and two sizes bigger. Can you do that?"

Magically I could make them look bigger, but I couldn't make it last.

Reluctantly I took my hand from her breast. "It is not in my power to change your body, at least not permanently." 

She looked crestfallen.

"I can make them look bigger for a while." I offered.

The smile was back on her face. "Please."

I waved my hands over her and mumbled a few words, imagining for her the breasts I had seen on the girl that had taught me back all that time ago in Yipell. 

"Ah," she cried with both joy and surprise, "They are heavier that mine." She examined them carefully, playing and pulling at the nipple.

She cupped one and stretched it to me. "Here, suck my nipple, I want to see what it feels like."

Hesitantly I leant forward, stooping a little, and took it into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around it as I sucked on her areole.

Her hand encircled my head, pressing it firm. "Ah, sweet jesus..., that's nice."

I brought my hand to the other, taking the nipple between finger and thumb.

She kissed the top of my head. "Come on lover, let's get on the bed." She shucked off the robe with a wiggle of her hips.

I dropped my disguise, the outer clothes of this world and unhitched my robe. I had on underneath the soft clothes of Magus's world, my tunic and shorts. 

Naked on the bed with her we kissed, tongues twisting together, while my hand sought her breast. Her nipple was firm as I rolled it, then pulled on it. She 'Mm....' in her throat, I felt the vibrations in our kiss.

She wriggled her leg, trying to get under mine, I let her then half rolled till I topped her. My mouth kissed her chin, her chest then latched on to her nipple again. I let my finger brush across her lips, then under her gums, along the edge of her teeth. She caught it with her tongue and drew it into her mouth to play with.

My other hand, meanwhile, had found its way to her belly, playing with the jewel in her navel. I left my thumb on the navel and let my fingers slide down into the sparse undergrowth of the hair. I could feel her shiver excitedly under me.

I pulled my finger from her mouth when she nipped the tip, falling on her free breast. My fingers athwart her nipple I rubbed and massaged it, whilst I pulled on her nipple with my teeth in mock revenge. Both nipples were full firm, signalling the start of the next phase, the delight of that marmalade pussy.

My hand left the field of hair and replaced my mouth, as my tongue crept down, tracking a path to that furry patch below. It paused at the navel, to burrow under the jewel, before continuing its relentless path to the pleasure that awaited.

As my hands squeezed and teased her nipples my tongue ploughed through the hair and met the folds and then the hood. My lips sank to massage it, while my tongue played at the entrance, inviting it out. My nose, almost touching the spread lips, could drink that musty aroma. 

I let her breasts go, the better that I could give my full attention to the savoury feast below. My freed hands came and split her legs further, whilst my leg flipped over as I straddled her.

I let my tongue slide to the midpoint of her valley then pressed my lips to suck hers in. She gave another shiver, and I felt a hand grasp my rampant tool. Her mouth was wet and warm as the head slide through her lips. It was my turn to express my delight.

My mouth worked her lips, sucking them in and out, my tongue stroking between them. 

She took me deeper, squeezing the head against the roof. I felt the exquisite pleasure to the root of my cock, much more of this and I would cum before we got to fuck.

I moved back to her clit and began a frantic manipulation, while raising my ass to give her less to play with.

"Well fuck me if you're ready," her voice coming from between my legs.

I swung round, moving to cover her as quickly as I could. She took my prick and eased it straight in, letting me push it into her in small strokes. I let my hips take up a slow rhythm, while I leant forward and kissed a nipple, then took the other into my mouth.

Her hands gripped my sides, I could feel her nails dig in. Her hips were thrusting at me, encouraging me to go faster, I let go of the breast and pushed up.

My strokes were faster, deeper now, her hand was down playing with her clit. She was panting and I could see the sweat glistening on her. She stretched her neck up, a grimace on her face, then....




Uurf Ch. 04



"Yes," she screamed, so loud that the house must hear. "Oh..., oh.... Oh god... oh sweet jesus I needed that."

I let her lay a moment, when her orgasm had squeezed me it brought my own climax near. I wanted to give her another, if it pleased her so much.

When she looked up at me I began again, fast enough to please her, yet not enough to over excite me. This time the moans came quite quickly, her hips trusting into mine. As her excitement built I went faster, that I might match her when she came again.

Her cries were louder, if anything, this time. She must favour this god 'Jesus'.

We both lay exhausted on the bed, her back cuddled into me, spooning.

I was thinking of Sissy, how much I missed the life with her, what she would say if she knew of these affairs with these loose Uurf women. I know she would feel betrayed and disappointed, how long till I could regain her trust and love. She must never know of this, twice had I succumbed to the sins of the flesh. And if all Uurf girls were as sexually predacious, there were likely more encounters to come.

"T'Mershi, how long will my boobies last?"

"Till I leave for Brisbane, I'm afraid."

"Oh, only that long. Me and these breasts could have fun."

I laughed. "Tell you what, if I pass this way again I shall teach you the trick."

"Oh will you?"

"Why not, you can pick the boobs you want from those pictures, then use magic to think them on you," I explained. "You can do healing so you're half way there anyway."

She turned, and gave me a deep sensual kiss. "You're so nice to me."

She scrambled over me. "Let's go downstairs," she announced, pulling my arm and dragging me across the bed. My head flopped over the side and I pulled her to me, my head diving between her legs. She opened them, almost sitting on me, her weight pressing me down. 

I felt her arms on my hips as she seized my rousing tool, and we slipped to a comfortable position. Me with my bum on the edge of the bed, legs bent. Supporting myself on her hips, while my tongue stroked her labia. Her, on her knees with her legs split wide, sucking my rapidly rising dick.

She came first, sagging, almost squashing me. My dick slid out of her mouth as she gave praise to sweet jesus. I let my bum slide, pushing her out, and she staggered to her knees. I twisted my legs over, rolling to my knees. I felt a prickly on my sides, where her nails had gripped me. There was a trace of blood on my fingers when I brushed one.

"Her, you can practice your art on my wounds," I called to her.

"Oh, sorry, did I do that." She knelt beside me, whispering under her breath, as she held her hands over me. I grasped her elbows. When her hands were lifted she lit up with joy.

She stood, and I noticed how much fuller she looked, I'll never understand women.

"There, you'll perform better now," I said, reaching for her hands to help me up.

She helped me up, then turned and bent for her robe, I saw her breasts swing, they looked quite large hanging down, she wasn't use to the weight yet.

I gathered my scattered clothes, dressing quickly as she exited the room. And I still had her cum on my lips and chin.

As I walked in she was at the flower vase, with the three others crowded to her. She plucked a stem, and gave it to one of the girls, Bell, the brunette.

"Just bend the stem lightly, don't break it." Bell bent it slightly. "Now put it on the table."

Bell put it on the table as the little group huddled round, looking expectantly at her.

She put her hand over it, not touching it, and then removed it.

The girls were amazed, excepting Sam, the doubting Thomas.

"That's got to be a trick." She looked sceptically at the stem, examining it closely. "Do it again," she requested.

"You bend it then," Alice replied.

Sam bent it just under the pink multi petalled bloom, and laid it back on the table. Then she crouched, looking along the line of the table at the stem, six inches from her.

Alice put her hand over the bloom for a brief second.

"It just went, like magic, it was just gone." Sam was convinced, a born again believer.

"How did you learn that?" it was Gayle, she looked at me as she said it.

T'Mershi, showed me, said I had the talent, and I have."

They all looked at me. 

"She has the gift, she has magic and I'm afraid you don't," I said in my best apologetic voice.

"Please." They pleaded as one. 

"And he gave me bigger boobies." She thrust the out her chest, pulling the robe in at the waist. "But it will only last till he goes."

"Oh that's cruel" Davina's voice came from behind me, the girls had already seen her but she surprised me.

"What's cruel?" Martin asked from behind her.

"Giving her big jugs till tomorrow."

"Ti... T'Mershi, can't trust these young uns."

Davina laughed, some private joke between them. 

"We're staying the night," he announced.

"Stay the night with me." Alice was first to ask, but the other three were just as eager. 

"She had you for four hours earlier, let others have a turn." chimed in Bell.

I was torn, each of the girls was special, they looked forlorn.

Martin looked closer at me. "You're under that powder." He started laughing and had to sit down. He looked at me as it subsided and I saw his lips move as he snapped his fingers.

The girls still looked at me imploring, but I felt spent from my earlier exertions.

I chose Alice; with her I could cuddle and play, without her expecting another heroic performance.

She had her orgasm in the morning, me waking with a hard on that she put to good use, while she was recovering I made her kneel and entered her from behind, riding at full thrust till my orgasm brought her second on. That one surely woke the house.



Uurf Ch. 05A



We had breakfast with them, an assortment of dried fruit and honeyed seeds, compacted into a bar. And more of the cookies from the barrel, one for now and one for later.

We said goodbye to the girls, and Davina, she gave Martin a long lingering kiss as they parted

Alice turned and beamed at me as we left, a radiant toothy smile.

Like the duchess's cat, only the smile was important.

Outside we waited a few minutes till a passing taxi picked us up and whisked us away through the city streets and onto the next stage of our quest.

The driver turned. "Holiday or business?" he asked.

"Business," I replied. "Off to Australia." 

Magus sighed and shifted, laying back into the corner of the seat. I was content to sit and watch as the sights of suburbia flew past as we drove down 6th avenue. My contentment didn't last long, the day darkened and the ring on my finger started to tingle.

The driver leant forward and looked at the rapidly darkening sky. I turned and looked at Magus, he was sleeping softly, I could see a faint green glow emanating from his ring. I craned my neck looking through the window at the black clouds rolling in, robbing the day of its light.

The tingling grew as the roiling clouds split and lightening forked through the air, the thunder stirred Magus, I heard him mumble and shift his position. The rain hit us, coming down in stair rods as the driver slowed the car, I had an ominous feeling as the ring felt warm and heavy on my finger.

The lightning hit the car, drowning us in light and noise, Magus awoke with a start, our driver sat frozen in his seat whimpering 'Madre De Deos' and repeatedly crossing himself. A second bolt struck, ripping the roof wide and letting the rain flood in.

The green light of my ring was glowing brighter, forming a bubble that expanded to encompass me. I grabbed at Magus, catching his sleeve and dragging him over to my side as I opened the door of the car.

A third bolt struck the car, setting it ablaze as we fled from it, the driver running in the other direction. Magus was running alongside me as we headed over the pavement and up some driveway to the shelter of a clump of trees.

As we splashed our way through the streaming water a dark form started to materialise in front of us.

"Rankakopt," Magus exclaimed as the creature directed a bolt of blue fire at us.

My hand was up creating a shield in front of us but the bolt smashed against my pale green bubble, skittering over it as its fury was spent. My hand curved as I sought to create a power ball to throw back, but instead my fingers straightened and a bright sharp green beam arced out.

The creature roared as it struck him. His body started to glow, at first a dull red then as the beam continued to spear him he brightened to a dazzling white before exploding soundlessly, chunks spinning hither and thither into the torrential rain.

I felt Magus grasp my shoulder from behind, his grip strong enough to give him my attention.

"Magus," I questioned him. "What was that creature, what did you call it?"

I turned to fully face him, the sky beginning to brighten as the rains ceased and the clouds dissolved, the green bubble was dissolving around me as well.

"I'll answer that after you answer me this, how did you defeat it, what magic did you use?" he replied. 

"That answer's simple," I said, still feeling the fading tingle in my finger. "The ring did it when I tried to use my magic. It added to my power, channelling it out ten times stronger."

"Didn't your tingle as well?" I asked, remembering the warmth of the one in my pocket.

He shook his head. "Not as much as yours obviously, a slight buzz which I associated with the presence of the Rankakopt, that was the beast you destroyed." He paused to look at me, then take my ring hand and look at that.

Come, he carried on. "We must depart this place, where there are Rankakopt there are sure to be Stobor and Ba Ah Arges, more servants of the Orm, master of the shadows."

His Wand was out, the incantation to open a gate on his lips.

"By the power of the ring I bear may a way to the world of Kallifonai be opened to me."

The hole appeared, hiding the burning taxi from sight. He propelled me through. We were in the familiar hall of his home, deserted as we arrived. I dropped our guises, shucking of the wizard robe and revelled in the freedom restored to my body.

Marcus straightened his robes and shouted out a servants name

We waited moments till I heard the hurried footsteps and a servant appeared from a side door. 

"Find Yodla and Myrdlin, tell them I'm back and I need to see them," he commanded him.

He turned and hurried back the way he came. Another appeared at the entrance door to the lounge, at the bottom of the hall.

"Tell Sissy and Macteth we're back," his voice boomed down, commanding her likewise.

He started down as she scurried away, striding determinedly to the lounge and through the door, it too was deserted, I walked to a chair, we had nothing to do but wait on events. The green magic was of far more import than I originally thought.

He went and pulled a wall rope, no doubt frustrated by the importance of the event and the unready state of its reception. He paced back to me.

"The ring has chosen you for this fight," he stated, as I looked up to him where he stopped in front of me, looking down at my hand.

Yodla was the first to arrive and Magus immediately launched into the tale of our encounter, from the moment he woke to the crash of the thunder, the inside of the cab illuminated by the glow of my ring like a green lantern.

Yodla sat by my side as he listened, glancing at me as Magus paused for emphasis, Magus had been inside the bubble, his ring tingling as I defended us. It was a short tale to tell, and had to be repeated for Myrdlin who arrived to late to hear but the finishing words of the thing exploding.

Yodla sat with me as magus was drawn by the entrance of his wife.

"My dear your home," she said delightedly, her arms open to enfold him as she too dainty great strides to meet him.

As she hugged him over his shoulder she said to me as I stood before her. "Sissy is out shopping or something."

Her voice was still full of the happiness of her husband's return, yet disappointing me.

"Few is power given to," he said, drawing my attention.

"Chosen for this fight is the one who handles it best."

I was honoured, but I didn't know what the fight was yet, other than that was powerful magic we both had wielded. My weapon bettering his shield.

"Learned sir, what is this fight we face? Though it sound like a fight half won if we can keep the chicken headless."

"Ah," he nodded. "The whole is divided into the sum."

I sighed, I didn't want philosophical meanderings I needed to know the nature of those who would oppose us.

"Sir," I said respectfully. "What is the nature of the enemies we face, these Rankakopt, and their minions?"

"You're better asking me, tactics is not his forte," a new voice chimed in.

I looked up to catch my first sight of the third wizard, who must have arrived during our absence. He was standing curling his beard as he looked over at us..

"Thank you," I said, relieved that someone recognised my interests.

I stood, Yodla might be knowledgeable in the arts and crafts of magic but this was a learning curve for him as his analysis expanded his understanding.

"Dumbledore, pray tell what is this about?"

"There's a dark side to magic, as we have the Dragons they have the Orm," he started, I listened to his tales of ancient battles that stalemated, this was a bold new attack, taking advantage of the lack of someone wielding the ring.

They'd been complacent, waiting for the ring to choose for them, the good news was the next Rankakopt would be wary to step into the fray till he was sure it wasn't a death trap. We only had to clean out the roots of the network, an apparently more tedious than dangerous.

We would also be rescuing Alice, that news from Magus had excited him, she could be the mother of a new line of magicians. She's a rare and welcome thing, a female who can work magic, I still had her spell in the back of my mind though it was probable broken with the transition to this world. She'd had less than half an hour of the weeks I promised her.

Partway through his monologue refreshments had arrived, and we wandered over and I helped myself, scooping up a plate and piling the delicacies on it. We sat at the edge of the room, oblivious to the rest milling round Magus and his wife.

I sat back as he finished, full of small questions, questions that would be better framed when I digested the facts. Something I needed time to do. Dumbledore left me to my ruminations, going to feed his at the table.

I followed him over, pouring myself a hot drink before retiring to the balcony to enjoy the rest of the day whilst I waited for Sissie's return. From my distant chair I could still hear the low growl of the hubbub, conversations dissolving into tones of voice.

I was dozing in the sun, thinking, Uurf was the most vulnerable outpost, the race was predisposed with its lionisation of valour and bravery, that put people on the gravy train who knew how to exploit it, with culture letting it.

The hubbub swelled momentarily as I saw Sissy making her way to the door. I felt a momentary twinge of guilt as the other girls passed through my thoughts, as she outshone them with her perfection.

I stood, and felt her firm breasts press against me as she hugged me around the waist. Our mouths drew together in a full on lip smacker, soon giving way to a tongue wresting match as she playfully teased me. This was my woman of all time, no diversions from now on.

"Are you hungry? There's a buffet inside, and I could do with another drink."

"And I'm glad to see you to," she complained, then broke out in a smile. "Enjoy yourself without me?"

"Not so much as I'm going to enjoy myself with you tonight," I replied, bringing my hands to the side of her mounds, thumbs caressing across the rise at the bottom.

"Mmm," she sighed, arching her back and thrusting them out more.

I laughed with her. 

"And what have you been doing, shopping be high on the list?" I enquired shifting my hands to her waist.

"Only a little bit," she replied, catching my hand and turning to the door. We walked back through, letting her attend to the buffet whilst I sought out Magus to ensure he didn't spill the beans on our nighttimes' escapades.

He readily agreed, asking what I thought we ought to do now. I picked his brains for his ideas and understanding. Learning more from his interpretation of events, and forming a picture of what sort of situation I could expect on the ground.

I finally rejoined Sissy, finding her chatting to Magus's wife. She asked about the excitement over my new talent, I told her of the unlikely tale of my selection as 'the one' for this, though that was symbolic now since the proof was in the victory.

As I launched into the tale, Sissy suggested I tell it in private, so she can question me freely. Nodding her head upwards, where our bedroom was. I stepped back from her, offering my hand and apologising for stealing her away. Macteth just gave me a knowing smile.

We traipse bed-wards, Sissy gaily strolling, stretching our arms as she pulled me along. My cock thickening expectantly, as I once again admired the figure of my wife and true love. She led me through our apartment and as we climbed the stairs I once again saw that delicious upskirt flash of yellow fabric.

She released my hand as we got to the door, and dodged through it when I tried to catch her. I chased her to the bed and we both fell across it, as she tried to dodge one last time. I pulled her roughly to me and fell upon her lips.

Our kiss was passionate; our bodies pressed together, her nipples on my chest, my cock against her abdomen. I let it go on till she was sated, softly relaxing in my arms. She drew her head back.

"So what's this about a monster you fought?" the softness of her question belaying the serious look in her eyes.

"Just some creature from another world out there somewhere, somewhere where they have magical powers like us."

"And it attacked us and I fought back and won, end of story." I finished. Knowing that she would want more.

But to me it was as simple as when the prince attacked me, I had the superior power, my magic stopped him, I'd had to kill the creature which was a step further, but he'd had better weapons to kill me with.

I was hoping my nonchalance would lessen her worries if not her inquisitiveness. I was going to have to go back there; tomorrow I planned on rescuing the girl, things were going to be dynamic as the network started to freewheel like a drunk.

"That's a truth that begs an explanation, were you in no danger then, as with the prince?"

"The ring gave me a shield and a weapon, if I'd faced it with my own magic I might -- no, would have lost." That was the truth she wanted and dreaded, but the fight was over, there was not likely to be another.

She hugged me close for more than a few moments then turned and curled into me, pulling my arm over her as she spooned me. My hand began making small circles, caressing her stomach through the thin top.

She wriggled against me appreciatively, and I expanded the circles till I was brushing over the swell of her mounds.

"I love you," she whispered, turning so her hair brushed my cheek.

My hand slipped over her breast, feeling the swell of her nipple tenting the fabric.

"I love you to." I squeezed her to me with my arm briefly, then let my fingers lightly trip over her nipple.

"Lets get undressed," she commanded. "Get into bed and start properly, I don't need seducing tonight, just love me."

Our lovemaking was sweet, we kissed and stroked, then my hands found her breasts, then my lips. We made love till she'd cum twice and I the once to end it.

We lay there, she told me of the happening whilst we'd been gone, happily regaling one of the funny spots when I stopped her. I planted a big kiss that half startled her before she responded warmly and opened her mouth to me.

"You must tell me more later, my tummy from my last world says its past feeding time. Is there anything to eat?" I asked, half rolling back and straightening.

She straightened too, throwing the covers back and climbing out. I followed, finding my clothes under my feet, where I'd dropped them.

"I think it's somewhere round dinner time," she said with a certain hesitancy. "I'm not hungry yet."

Then, as an afterthought. "There's probably some of the buffet left, they won't shift it till they lay for dinner."

I dressed while she stopped and changed, freshening up first. There was food still on the table, and untouched on plates around the room. I helped myself and was delighted to find the drinks still hot enough to be palatable. 

Magus (and family) and Yodla were absent but Myrdlin and Dumbledore were out on the balcony, I gathered a plateful and went to join them while I waited for Sissy. They were talking over the best way to rid Uurf of the remaining Stobers and Ba Ah Arges before the Rankakopt are forced to try to regain control. I gave my opinion that with the power of the rings combined we could defeat the next.

Their preferred option was to blanket the world with a nullifying field, one that 'reprogrammed' the magical field generators to give out a power field instead. If the Rankakopt came back then he would be helpless without power to use too.

Both the Stobor and the Ba Ah Arges were nominally independent and, they wouldn't starve or anything, they were controlled by a set of instructions, weekly for the most but daily for some, those were the ones going to be running on autopilot, only knowing the mission directive 

'To cause, support and encourage war and aggression, to strengthen the shift to the shadows'

They would be unable to make any decisions or understand complex situations. Especially the Ba Ah Arges, who were living in shells, an active personality activating the persona of the deceased inhabitant.

The Stobor were distributed among the security services, or independents for any real 'dirty Landry' work. These could understand and go with the flow, only needing instructions 'as and when' these would be the hardest to find, even with the second sight to see them clearly with, the shiny red skin glowing through any disguise.

For some reason I felt myself forced to look round, there, as I turned to see her was Sissy, sitting on a chair watching me through the open door.

"Sissy," I exclaimed, standing and turning to her, walking quickly to cover the distance between us. She stood and held her arms out as I closed in.

"Why were you sitting there?" 

"I heard you discussing 'the problem' and I left you be," she replied, her arms wrapped around me.

"There was no need, you could have joined us. We were discussing how best to round up the remnants, more of a police action than anything else," I remarked. "Your input might be beneficial, all of this interplanetary business is to new for me, all these differing worlds, and now a centuries old war."

"Worlds like different kingdoms, where they bow to differing Gods, and live by laws they create." She said wistfully, parting from me and sitting once more.

I took a seat next to her, lazing back into the corner.

"They've all got slightly differing versions of history on the subject," I told her, hushing my voice and glancing out the door to the terrace where they still sat, chewing the cud.

"Shall we sit over in the corner, you know, like in the wine bar. Sit with our backs to the wall." Her voice conspiratorial. 

We got up and moved, getting a last hot drink as the maids in their minimalist clothes came to prepare for dinner. She sat on the sofa, angled into the corner with a low table in front of it. I joined her, setting my drink down.

"Sissy," I said with a sigh. "We have blundered into a nest of evil, growing and contaminating a world, we were lucky but woefully unprepared for what we met, Marcus was expecting no more than he thought we could handle from the native population, though he knew it for what it was when we faced it."

I paused for her acknowledgement, seeing the interest on her face as she nodded. "Yes, go on."

"The Rankakopt told them what to do, Ba Ah Arges, are going to be the problem because they need continuous instructions to function and they hold positions of power and influence, when they breakdown the system grinds to a halt as well." 

I paused again, her wide shiny eyes upon me.

"We have to extract these people, their like a dying cancer cell going putrid from the centre. Let the system recover and reshuffle itself." I continued. "They've thought up some schemes already. Did you know they can stop magic?" 

I wondered for a brief moment if it would stop ring magic as well.

"The thing is," I went on, reaching for my drink. "He has a wizards den where he controls them, if we could find that...."

I left out a lot of implied 'If's', listing only if we could find it, Yodla should be the best to answer that, I'd give that task to one of the others, I wasn't suited to it. If finding it was possible then the other 'Ifs' were manageable.

"Their plans are either to use magic to 'Disappear' them as we find them, many will appear to have gone mad, spouting out of date talking points and the like, it would be a tedious job, give that there are so few capable of performing it."

I paused again, contemplating the other option, make everything ten times harder by killing magic, just in case the big bad wolf comes back, they'll have to compromise with holding it as backup. 

Then there was the problem of the Stobor needle in the haystack, hundreds more likely, but they would carry on in basic wait and listen mode till they wore out their shape shifting bodies and died of old age. They'd be a waiting army for anyone holding the Den.




Uurf Ch. 05A



"The other one risks chaos if the system breaks down in indecision, if another Rankakopt appears then unless he is more powerful than the gathered rings he will follow his fellow Rankakoptian to stand before the same god." 

My thoughts wandered on.

"What I'd like to know more of is their hidden power, the Orm? Along with the dragons behind our ring, recognised in every culture," I added as an after thought. 

"Who are the Orm? Dear," she asked, asking the question on my mind, I only had a vague idea.

"They're like our dragons I presume, or maybe they're singular It's." I explained. "I'd like to see if Magus has any books on them in the library."

The call to dinner halted further conversation as the whole assemble congregated; trickling into the room, soon with the servants plying us with dishes to choose morsels from. There was no attempt at conversation, people just quietly eating like it was a headmaster's tea.

I tackled the food with relish, snacks don't fill you up the way real food does. At the head of the table was Magus of course, we had taken places near the middle and on my left was Dumble, using a precise aim through his bushy beard.

Yodla was missing, there was a place for him that lay empty, I wondered what had kept him from the meal. I would tackle Dumble after and persuade him to seek out Yodla and question him on finding the Rankakoptian's lair.

Sissy was sitting next to one of Mrs Magus's friends, both observing the general silence as we all ploughed through the meal. 

I cornered Dumble as he stood, taking his elbow.

"Could I have a quick word with you, I'd like to ask you something."

I explained to him my plan and the need to find how to find the Den, asking him to tackle Yodla while I researched in Magus's library. Fortunately he agreed with little persuasion, a little excited at the prospect of a third way with a squeaky clean solution.

I sought out Sissy again and told her I'd be in the library, and went to look for Magus to okay it by him. He came with me, helping me search the library for any references that might help solve the mysteries.

We were there seemingly hours, scanning obscure tomes and translations learning little that we didn't already know. One book referred to them and the Saark, as 'the founders', 'our forerunners', adding another layer to the mystery, and another question for Yodla.

I felt tired and hungry when we called it a day, we has raised more questions than we answered, and answered very few. Magus led the way back to the family room, where most of the guests were assembled, most gathered awaiting the evening meal.

Dumble came over as soon as he spotted me.

"I've had a talk to Yodla, he was quite forthcoming on the matter, we can find them by creating a map of the fields around the ley points, we should see a ruffling that will lead us there." He said in a sotto voice, looking pleased that he'd jumped the first hurdle.

'The same ley points they would use for their anti magic weapon, no doubt,' I thought. That was another step along the path, I wondered what sensors we'd use mapping the fields, all I felt was a pervading presence that I could manipulate.

I extricated myself as Magus came to join us and trotted off to find Myrdlin, he was the architect of the destabilisation plan, burning runes onto obelisks at key confluence points. He was the one to help mapping the fields.

"Myrdlin my friend, perhaps you could assist me."

I laid the plan before him, emphasising the point that we needed to translate the how into the where. He questioned me further, clearing up a few minor points, but within ten minutes we had laid the ground to further advancement in the morning, right after I collected Alice.

Supper was the chatty meal of the day, besides it the few remarks that passed at breakfast seemed monasterial, becoming a silent order at dinner, here was where the let it all out, the business of the day done it was a languorous affair with a tasty meal and wines.

I sat next to Sissy, having left her for the afternoon in attendance to Mrs Magus. As I sat next to her she surreptitiously caressed my thigh, drawing her hand to my crotch before snatching it away. I turned to her smiling.

"Ready for bed," she mouthed, the words barely audible over the hubbub.

My smile broadened as she licked her lips, looking for another main course after the entrée she had this morning. My cock twitched at the thought, though it was my tongue that would get first dibbs. She smiled sweetly at me and turned as the maid brought the first of the platters.

She brushed her foot on my leg as the maids left, determined to make her message clear. My cock was answering to the bedroom call, thickening in my trousers, I moved my leg aside, trying to think instead of the morrows plan of action.

As we finished the first course her hand edged under the table to my leg, I leant into her.

"Stop it, you're giving me a hard on, I've only got these thin pants on!" I whispered out of the side of my mouth.

She giggled and reached over to pull me to her. "My panties are already wet, I've been thinking about tonight all afternoon, while Macteth droned on to Mrs Prattknot," she whispered into my ear.

The thought of her, stuck with those two, made me smile, the smile broke the spell on my cock.

"Sir." I leant back upright; the maid was at my elbow to serve the tray of dainty sweets and cakes.

I picked a cake and turned to Sissy.

"Shall we jump straight to the hot drink?"

She nodded, turning to me and standing. I stood a second later, popping the dainty in my mouth and reaching for her hand. We took the drinks out onto the balcony, cooler now with the sun hidden behind a thin layer of cloud.

I talked to her about some of the wonders, the cars, the planes, trains, such grace and speed.

"I'm sure you've got many tales to tell, but no more tonight, your drink is finished and your wife wants to perform her duties," she said, trying to keep a straight face.

It wasn't quite finished; never the less I laid it down and rose to my feet. "At your Majesties command." 

She giggled and rose up to give me a kiss. Her lips brushed mine and were gone as she turned and made for the door. Naturally I followed, we walked through the room, I paused at the door to bid them goodnight, and followed my Sissy to the bed.

She stood and turned as I closed the door behind me, waiting for me to take a step closer to reach out and start pealing my clothes. I stepped out of my sandals whilst she pulled my top over my head and then stepped out of my pants as she let them fall.

I started unbuttoning her, leaving her in just the little panties with the drawstrings on either side. I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist, forcing my hard cock in between the cheeks of her ass.

I drew her to me to kiss her, making my way slowly to the bed, as my knee bumped I turned and rolled sideways, taking her with me as we landed in the centre. I resumed the kiss, entwining our tongues as my cock twitched wildly between her legs, coating itself in the juices from her wet panties.

I made a half roll to put me on top, now pressed between her splayed legs, the root of my cock pressed against her mound, its head on her belly. I raised myself, bringing my hands between us to clasp her breast, my thumbs seeking out her nipples.

I kissed her again, gently this time as my thumbs circled on her hardened nubs, our lips dancing to a different beat. When we were kissed 'out' I moved down her, till my head was tween her breasts and my cock rested its tip on the scrap of cloth between her legs.

I took a nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my teeth as I sucked on it, massaging her areole with my lips. She shivered and sighed, reaching and holding on to my head, my finger and thumb on her other had joined and were twisting and stretching its nipple.

I swapped over , becoming gentler, licking round and over the tortured nipple whilst my fingers rolled the other. Her hands mussed my hair, as she cradled my head. I teased and played with her breasts while my cock was rubbing against the ever wetning patch between her legs.

Soon I moved further down, my chin resting on her mons I pulled the strings on her panties. I grinned at her then bent my head to take the scrap of cloth in my teeth, pushing back to draw it free of her.

I made a little growling sound as I shook it before taking it in hand and dropping it over the side of the bed. I saw her head drop back as I threaded my arms under her legs, opening them wider as my hands circled into her groin.

The aroma and sight were intoxicating, her labia lay flat and open, the darker tips like the etched edges of butterfly wings. The glistening pink centre laid bare and at the mercy of my tongue with the little white bud of her clit peeking from its hood.

My tongue arched forward aiming for the bottom to scoop her juices as it tracked up, I pause to gulp before reaching the goal of her clit and a teasingly short massage before tracking down again to lick round the circle of her love tunnel. 

Her body was trembling as she moaned and whimpered, I glanced up to see her head twisting and turning while her hands played savagely with her breasts. I moved my arm back out and brought my fingers to her sopping hot love tunnel and gently pushed double digits down into the hungry dark space, searching for the G spot.

She gave a little thrust as I found it. I raised my head and swivelled back over her and to the side, letting my thumb take up station on her clit, moving with the fingers but making circles. I leant back up her body, taking back a nipple from her and reaching a hand to cup her cheek.

I sucked at the warmth of her breast, the nipple hard and firm in my teeth, I gave it a little tug then letting it slide all the way in I painted it with the tip of my tongue. Where my hand was laid across her head she twisted and snagged a finger, looping it with her tongue and drawing it in to her warm mouth.

I was swapping breasts as she came, sucking in a lungful as her back arched and the spasms clutched at my fingers. Her scream was loud and joyful, half deafening in the one ear as my hand rode her bucking hips.

She fell back and shuddered a little, settling her body, light dancing over the light sheen of perspiration. As she lay there panting I moved back between her legs, lowering myself on one elbow as I poisoned my cock to enter her, the bulbous head stoppering her canal.

Her hips gave a jerk, taking me deeper and with both hands to steady me I continued the move to slide into her tight tunnel with its velvety lining. As our hair entangle together I let it rest a moment, feeling my fullness inside her, my cock in a cosy warm sheath.

My arms nestled to her side as I began to fuck her, my strokes slow and deliberate then quickening to my accompanying huffs of breath. She had her hands to my head, then my shoulders, then to her breasts with the thrill of my ministration, riding my full length and taking it gladly.

She came again, her body tensing under me and her legs curling around as the first wave wracked her body, her trembling hips crushing into mine holding me deep within her. Her surges squeezing sublime pleasure down into the swelling node tickling my groin.

As her legs loosened on me I resumed my frantic fucking to gain my own release. The liquid bliss flowed through me as I melted onto my beloved wife, spent and exhausted yet delighted enough to do handsprings with the arms of Sighsoft around me.



Uurf Ch. 05B



We had breakfast with them, an assortment of dried fruit and honeyed seeds, compacted into a bar. And more of the cookies from the barrel, one for now and one for later.

We said goodbye to the girls, and Davina, she gave Martin a long lingering kiss as they parted

Alice turned and beamed at me as we left, a radiant toothy smile.

Like the duchess's cat, only the smile was important.

Outside we waited a few minutes till a passing taxi picked us up and whisked us to the airport.

In the airport we wandered round, the huge hall had bars and shops and restaurants. 

Eventually, in another section we found lines of people queuing with luggage and passports in hand. Near the end of the line was a man on his own, he tucked his wallet and passport into his back pocket. 

With a little bit of magic it was in my hands. I carefully examined this green pasteboard document, and the rest of the contents of the little leather pocket. There was money, a lot of those plastic cards that everyone used, a few cards with pictures on them.

I absorbed their essence, then hurried to the man.

"Is this yours," I asked, showing him the wallet. "The picture looks like you."

He took it with effusive thanks, praising another god, Allah, for its return.

I turned to Martin. "Come; let us find a quiet place. I want to see what we got."

"There's a restaurant back aways, my stomach still complains of the poor breakfast we had."

We sat, and ordered from the menu the attractive waitress brought. While we waited, Martin chided me.

"You shouldn't give magic away to strangers you meet," he warned. "A little learning is a dangerous thing."

"Tis harmless enough that she can heal," I answered.

With our meal in front of us I conjured up the man's wallet and Sam's passport, with its all important visa. 

I carefully examined this green pasteboard document, and the rest of the contents of the little leather pocket. I detailed it out, more for my benefit that Magus's. We needed travel documents, the passports with the visa's, we needed tickets, but that was simply a matter of money. I manipulated the copy of Sam's passport so that it fitted Martin, with his picture, name and details.

I gave it to him.

"What do you think? They won't know it from an original."

He looked at it and handed it back.

"Well, you could always make a large scale entrancement field. If we could be sure they wouldn't detect it it'd have my voice. But disguise and subterfuge are our best weapons; they have carried us so far," I answered his unspoken question.

"Hrruumf." I took his reply to be affirmative, he himself had warned me that certain adepts could detect magic usage, the more powerful the spell the further it could be detected. They'd have to be next to me to detect my little passport job.

We finished the meal in silence, me thinking that I'd soon be able to clear my mind of the rock and ring, just as soon as we were out of the country. I was also thinking guiltily, of Sissy, the first two nights I'm away from her and I've slept in the beds of two different women. 

I was going to have to have a quiet word with Magus.

In the taxi on the way back to the travel agent, I gave him the card. I concocted the two identities for us, Miami driving licenses; various bank cards, library cards and the like, two addresses in the same apartment block, enough to get us through, and hopefully out the other end.

The flight and rest stops was going to be 43 hours, or just over, yet you departed on a Sunday morning and arrived on a Wednesday morning, which seemed three days, time must vary when you fly.

The flight was that evening. We were advised to allow three hours to book in, 'early was better'. It was around mid day now, with eight hours to go, we could have four hours free, or four hours in one of those gambling palaces, Magus somehow had the idea that we would find fine wines there.

Our progress through the departure was accompanied with liberal use of the blue powder. The only hitch was the screen showed a blur in the scanner, my image was in two different realities, my real self and my here self. The quantum physics of the device was to blame.

We jumped from one flight to another at our first stop in London, barely having time to look around. The people seemed the same, though there were more people in exotic dress. The shops were certainly the same, as were the goods they carried.

The stopover in Singapore proved there were vast cultural distances as well as physical ones. We ask where in the airport we could sleep; we were shown these little coffin type boxes in a wall, much more practical for this crowded world than the airy hotel bedrooms in America.

The Australian Customs and Immigration were a fussy lot. There was a long list of things we couldn't bring in, but he did give us good advice on where to change our money, he seemed quite happy in his job. 

Immigration was fun to; he wanted to know why we were here. 

I told him "We just wanted to see what the place was like, y'know, just absorb the local culture."

"Why here?" he asked.

"It's just one of a number of places I want to explore." That seemed to satisfy him. He gave us back our passports and return tickets and wished us. "G'day."

Brisbane, it was warm and sticky, like Miami. I asked the driver to take us to a little one or two star hotel. Here we would divine the first leg of the triangulation; we could relax and recover from our hours of flying. This 'Jet lag' would disturb our sleep for a few nights, but our journey tomorrow would be only a few hundred miles, the penultimate step.

The hotel was perfect, sat on a small rise our bedrooms looked out over the city, a field of glistening lights with the traffic snaking through it. 

We performed our ritual first, divining the line of the ring. I squinted and looked, it pointed towards Darwin. A great evolutionary philosopher. I wondered who Brisbane was, some adventurer no doubt.

After looking at the map, we decided that a small jump inland was the best option, a little town called Goondiwindi, with its airstrip, looked about right.

I was all for a quiet night, a meal, a few drinks in the bar, I wouldn't have minded one of those cookies, with the Californian shit in it. I had more books, bought at the airport, along with a handful of technology magazines. 

Over dinner Magus persuaded me to accompany him to a 'Liverpudlian Yates wine bar', 

While I was in the toilet, no more than five minutes gone, Magus was in a full steam argument with the barman, he'd tried to pay in dollars and thought he was being short changed, with my ability to magic it out of thin air I wouldn't have bothered. I should have given him some of the new aussie stuff. 

Unfortunately the argument was attracting the attention of the other clientele. The barkeep came round to follow through on his threat to physically through him out. Magus just put a hand to his chest and felled him to the floor. Several people in the bar stood up.

I was still by the door to the toilet. Sure that Magus would recognise my magic. I created a Beareocious, coming in through the bar door, in the panic that ensued Magus created a distraction field about him. He became a blind spot in their sight.

I made the creature advance from the doorway, and stand upright, head crashing through the false ceiling. I ran to him and he extended the field about me. We took the opportunity to dodge behind my magical creature, now howling loudly, and out the door. Hailing the first taxi past as we hastened from the scene.

We had expended a great deal of magical energy avoiding the fracas, a beacon for anyone near enough to see. A small probability but enough to trigger a worrying niggle.

We made our way home and slept with a comfortable lie in, in the morning. 

Enquires with the receptionist after breakfast gave us the address of a local airstrip where we might find an air taxi, someone to fly us to Goondiwindi. Archerfield airfield in the southern suburbs was a likely place to find one.

First though I must change some more dollars, and a bank was to be our first port of call. My 10,000 bought 11,248; I wondered why they didn't just use gold. None of this fuss then.

A short taxi ride to the airstrip and Magus's haggling saw us in the air for the short hour's trip. By mid afternoon we were climbing into a taxi, and headed to Goondiwindi Motel and tracks restaurant. The only place to stay according to the driver.

As was our want we set the divination up, spinning the ring once more. The line was slightly right of our first, crossing a place called Wilton, which when we looked was nothing but a dusty airstrip. When we plotted more carefully the two lines together crossed at a remote township called Cloncurry. A small township set among the rocks of western Queensland.

At least there was a small airstrip just north of it, we could fly in and save a tedious overland journey, if his map was good we could even fly ourselves on broomsticks, they were easy to illusion. 

A phone call to the airstrip and a few moments haggling the price and the deal was done. 

Tomorrow we would depart for our final destination, the place of the ringkeeper.

We stayed exclusively to the restaurant and bar, being treated to a Karaoke night and some typical Aussie humour. An enjoyable night spoilt a little by my thoughts wondering about the upcoming meeting with the new ringbearer. 

I favoured subterfuge still; he must have the gift, it was necessary for the ring to draw directly on your magic. We could find him by that, the ring would guide us and when we met him I would boldly put the ring on his finger. The power of the ring itself would half convince him, at least enough to listen without much fuss. Still no matter the planning, fate still held my prize.

We had an early night and a 7am start, and still fighting the lessening effects of the time shift.

The town, when we flew over had looked sparse, rugged, a green blot in a hostile environment. Like some barracks set at a remote border to guard from invasion.

"Where to," the cab driver asked. We hadn't given a destination when our pilot booked it through the tower.

"Just a mo," I replied while Magus was spinning the ring. The line went to the hospital. "Concurry hospital." I announced.

At the hospital the ring turned in my hand, and we followed it inside. There were a few chairs and tables, presumable where visitors and patients could meet. Opposite was a counter with a receptionist looking hopefully at us. I felt exposed.

"Come," I announced. "Were early, we'll wait in the sun outside."

There were wooden benches outside, with a warm sun full on them.

They waited an hour or more, watching the surge of cars arrive and disgorge their occupants as the shift change occurred, then waiting expectantly as the relieved staff came trickling out.

The ring in my hand twitched, pulling on it as a white coated figure exited. I felt the touch of magic. This was the selected one, the one they had travelled half way round this world to find.

I hurried got to my feet. "Excuse me sir, could I have a word with you?"

He turned and looked us over.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I have something important for you. Can we talk somewhere more private?"

"Can you tell me what this is about?"

"Well I can, but I would prefer to do it somewhere more comfortable, out of this hot sun."

"Is it about a patient? "

"No, it's more of a personal nature, something you're going to find incredible."

"You're not trying to sell me some miracle cure or something? I've no time for that sort of thing."

"No, we've come a long way to find you, and it concerns this ring."

I showed him the ring, holding it up between finger and thumb. 

He looked and moved his hand to take it.

"I've had dreams about a ring like this," he said taking it from my hand.

"There's more than dreams contained in this ring, there's a magic you won't believe until you try it."

He put the ring on. The ring on my finger tingled, and I saw the glow of his flare briefly. He stood examining it.

"Can we go somewhere private," Magus said. "Somewhere where we can explain things in more comfort."

He drew his focus back to us, still holding his hand out with the ring on it.

"We can go to the cafeteria; it should be quiet in there at this time."

"It would be better if we were secluded," Magus challenged. "There are things we must show you."

"The only privacy like that is in my flat," he said, eyeing the ring once more as he balled his fist.

"Fine," said Magus. "Shall we go there?"

He led us to his car, still eyeing us cautiously. He was rubbing the ring on his balled fist, as if expecting a Genie to appear.

The journey was a short one, we stopped in front of a two storied house and he led us through into the ground floor and into a lounge.

The questions that had been fermenting on the journey piling behind his lips.

"Who are you, and what is this ring?"

"We are guardians, from across space and time. The ring you now wear is a source of great power, one of five given by the dragons. As you see both my companion and I wear one, as keepers of our respective worlds."

"You come from other worlds," he spluttered the words out, looking between the pair of us.

"Yes, we are magicians there, as you will be on this world. We will take you to Yodla, he is the master, and will be your mentor. There is a lot you must learn."

He was having difficulty digesting our words, were it not for the power he felt in the ring he surely would have dismissed us.

"Can I see this magic? Can you show me a trick?"

I looked around the room, in one alcove there was a shrine with a plaque and a prayer mat before it. A fat carved seated black stone figure representing the god. I brought it to life, growing it to life size and making it stand before us.

"Buddha," he exclaimed, glancing wildly between it and us. He turned, walking to touch it.

"May peace be upon you!" I made it say.

"Ho... how did you do THAT!" he asked, falling over his words as he stood flabbergasted before us.

"It's a simple trick," I replied.

A bolt of blue light blasted through the window, shattering it and taking half the wall with it. I'd caught it out of the corner of my eye and was raising my hand as a shield. It cut between us, it's force expended on the statue.

With a magical shield now growing from my hand I saw the four fellows before us, standing in the road directing more bolts at us. These skittered harmlessly from my shield but destroyed more of the house around us.

Magus was rushing forward, hand held straight in front providing a shield to him and our hapless charge. 

I countered, creating a charging tigerin, and then a bearocious to follow. Both were deflected by their shields, but it had given me time to flee the now collapsing house. Outside our bewildered Uurth man stood behind Magus as he unleashed a blue bolt of his own.

I pushed my hand forward, directing it at the figure on the end, willing a blue bolt to rush forth.

The twin beams struck the end two, knocking them both flat, the two survivors both blasted back at Magus. I willed the beams diminished, using my hand to draw the magic from them. They turned a greenish colour, deflecting to the sky as they struck Magus's shield.

I rushed over to join him, dropping my shield as I ran behind his, and turned and used both hands to direct another bolt of blue fire towards them. It surrounded them and I was pleased to see them both turn black and disappear. 

The two fellows we had knocked to the ground lay inert, I scanned the area around us, looking for further ambush, but apart from the people now streaming into the street, attracted by the noise and commotion of the house now collapsed in rubble behind us I saw no more threats.

Magus was circling his wand, creating a black hole before us, I followed as he leapt through, dragging the helpless Uurth man along with him.

"Well you have done." Yodla was seated on a stone, hands resting on his stick. He rose and walked towards us.

"Fights well does this young one," he said, a smile creeping onto his face.

"If their aim had been better with the first the story might have been different," said Magus from my side

"Good was their aim, stood between was the power of mine."

"Will someone tell me what is happening!" our erstwhile companion exclaimed. "Who is this creature and where are we now." 

Around us were the swamps of Dagobha.

Yodla turned to him. "Much has he to learn, politeness he has not."

"We're on Yodla's home planet; he is the master who will teach you of your new powers," Magus said.

"Come," said Yodla." Follow you must."

We trailed behind him as he led us to his dwelling, our unnamed companion looking in awe around him. I was speechless too, as I plodded along; this world of great trees and murky pools was an eye opener to me as well.

Yodla bid us sit and produced some beverage not unlike the tea in my world. He explained that my journey through the world of Uurth had been a test for me.

We could have popped out straight at our destination after gaining the ring. But the journey had been a test of my mettle, to see how I coped in the face of the unknown and unexpected, how able was I to think on my feet. And serendipity had granted us a great discovery as a bonus. 

The girl who had magic was a rare find, one it would be my duty to nurture as I had taken to teaching her. She was already ensconced in Magus's palace, awaiting my return. I was to be her master.