“I think it’s weird. But…” Dana looked at Naia, and then back. “It would be way better than the alternative.”
Mike nodded. “So I say let’s try it. Um…I mean, you can stay and all, that’s up to you…sorry, this is just a strange conversation to have with pretty much anybody.”
Dana shrugged and walked away from the fountain. “I’ll check in with Zel. Let me know when you’re done.”
“Will do.” He watched her go to the garage and step inside. “I feel really bad about this whole situation,” he told Naia. “She got pulled into this because of me.”
“She got pulled in because of the society. They are to blame, not you.”
Mike sighed. He wasn’t certain he agreed, but she was probably right. “Do you really think so?”
“I think you should come over here.” Her grip on his shirt was strong, and he splashed in the fountain in an attempt to find his feet. When she kissed him, he felt like she was trying to inhale his soul. He lost his balance and fell back. Water formed beneath him, holding him up without getting him wet. It was an odd feeling, the cool water against his skin, but the warm woman on top of him had his full attention.
“I’ve missed you, lover.” She kissed her way down his neck, tiny spheres of water floating around her. “Next time, I fully expect you to take your time with me.”
“You think this is going to be quick?” He watched her undo his pants. His cock sprang free, eager to see her. “I’ve kind of had a busy day with this thing.”
“We mustn’t keep our guest waiting.” Naia gave his shaft a lick. “And if you think you’ve seen all my tricks, you have another thing coming.”
“Let’s see what you go—HOLY HELL!” With her mouth on his shaft, he felt her insides liquefy, creating a sudden increase in pressure as her innards swirled. He kicked his legs so hard that one of his shoes went flying across the fountain. Every time Naia moved her head to the base of his cock, he felt that intense swirl of water when she slid her mouth back off him.
His hips were already bucking on their own. Naia pulled her mouth off him, then stood, her dress disappearing. She turned around and sat down on his cock, her labia parting around it. Her vagina was doing the same thing her mouth had, and she started playing with herself.
“Urgh, Naia!” Mike squeezed her plump ass cheeks, lifting his hips to further penetrate her. Water tendrils held him in place, and Naia began a slow grind, the suction causing his dick to inflate. His nerves were ablaze, and tiny sparks formed along his fingertips, sparks that made chills run through his spine.
“I’m surprised you’ve held back this long,” Naia said.
“It’s been a long day,” he grunted.
Naia’s blue-green hair bounced across her shoulders, the tattoos on her ribs glowed, and the water beneath him vibrated. The vibrations became more powerful, and he felt them in his cock. Naia’s whole body vibrated too, and she let out a moan that turned into a laugh, then back into a moan.
He didn’t notice at first, but she had slowly lifted herself away from him, just his glans still inside of her. The vibrations traveled all along his shaft, his dick held in place by the powerful suction of her pussy. He groaned.
Naia sank down on him. The bubbles in the fountain popped, and her insides were like molten glass, so hot and smooth. Her body pulled him in while the water beneath him stroked his balls. Naia let out a shriek of sweet agony that penetrated to the center of Mike’s being.
Mike came, spurting his hot seed into Naia’s pussy. Her insides shifted, sucking him farther into her and draining his balls. He groaned, and Naia’s back turned translucent. He watched his spunk get pulled up into a milky sphere at her center, tiny sparks of magic radiating off it. She kissed Mike on the lips, her thighs releasing him. He sighed, sinking down to the floor of the fountain. The water had vanished.
The door of the garage banged open, and Dana was standing there, her gray eyes wide and her nostrils flared. Her gaze settled on Naia, and she walked over to the fountain.
“Dana, you okay?” Mike asked, fumbling with his pants. Dana was ignoring him, her wild eyes on Naia.
“I could smell that from inside the garage,” she said, walking toward the fountain. She closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. “It smells absolutely amazing.” When she reached the fountain, she stopped, picked up a shoe, and tossed it to Mike. “Guessing this is yours?”
“Um, yeah.” He watched Naia go over to Dana and straddle her hips. She pushed some loose strands away from Dana’s eyes, then moved her hands along her sides. Her hands moved up to Dana’s breasts, then slid past to tilt her head back. When their lips connected, Naia became translucent again, and Mike watched as his load migrated up Naia’s body and passed into Dana’s mouth.
“Whoa,” Mike whispered as Dana’s body changed. After she swallowed, her cheeks darkened, fresh blood flowing to the surface. Dull gray strands of hair immediately regained their shine, hovering somewhere between blonde and silver. Her eyes sparkled when they opened, and a strand of cum dangled from her lips when she broke her kiss with Naia. When she opened her eyes, they were an icy blue, the gray hidden behind the gemstone color.
“You look almost like you did before,” he told her. “I mean, you’re still a bit different, but you don’t look like you’re at death’s door anymore.”
“I feel great. I feel…warm.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “It’s almost like I’m alive again. So many emotions are going through me right now. I feel like I swallowed fire and lived to tell the tale.” She pressed both hands to her chest. “And for the first time since I died, I don’t feel hungry.”
“That’s good. I’m glad.” Mike moved away from them. “You do look a little off though.”
“It’s better than the alternative.” Dana shifted, her ass rubbing against the smooth stone. Despite her jeans, Mike saw that she was pressing her thighs together. “I don’t want to be ungrateful or anything, but can I have some time alone with Naia?”
“Oh, sorry, absolutely.” Mike stood, a small pang of jealousy in his chest. His relationship with everybody was open and honest, but the idea of Naia being with anybody but him did sting just a little. He knew it wasn’t even a rational emotion because Naia didn’t care who he had sex with, and he would adapt.
He looked back just once to see Dana’s lips on Naia’s breast. The nymph winked at him, and he smiled back, then looked away. He probably shouldn’t have watched as much as he did. He pushed open the back door, then took care to pull it shut behind him.
When he walked around the corner into the living room, he tripped over the small chair that had appeared there. He rubbed the sore spot on his shin. “And what are we going to do with you?”
The chair sprouted arms and shrugged.
“Oh! Wait!” Mike fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a key. “Does this go to you?”
He waited for a response, then remembered the mimic could only transform when nobody was looking. Some strange monster version of being pee shy. He blinked and found himself looking at a typewriter. The keys clacked on the paper tucked into the roll.
No
“Oh. Any idea what it goes to?” He waited for a response, and the mimic typed the same word again. “Okay. Well, thanks for your help earlier. You made a pretty good me.”
You’re welcome, Caretaker Mike. The typewriter dinged, and Mike blinked. The grandfather clock walked on thick wooden legs to its post by the stairs, then lowered itself into place. He patted it affectionately, then stuck the key back in his pocket. That would be a mystery to solve some other day.
Mike walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He said a silent prayer of thanks to whatever god was listening that a beer had been tucked away behind the milk. He popped off the top and sat down, putting the mouth of the bottle to his lips. It wasn’t even his favorite brew, but it was the most delicious
thing he had drunk in days.
“Not gonna watch them fuck?”
Mike coughed beer out his nose, foam rolling down his lips. He turned in his seat and scowled at Lily. She leaned against the kitchen counter, her tail tracing shapes on its surface.
“You startled me.” He used his shirt to wipe the beer off his face. “And no, I’m not going to watch them have sex.”
“You’re not a little curious?” Lily walked past him and pulled down one of the blinds. “Don’t you wanna know what college pussy looks like?”
“I…no. No, I don’t.” He frowned at his beer. She had caused him to waste a bit of it. “It was obvious that she wasn’t into it.”
“But she was. She hungers for it, you know? Your cum, specifically. You could have made her do anything, made her beg, taken advantage of her desperation.” Lily turned around, her breasts in her hands. “Oh, Mike, come in my mouth, I’m so hungry.” She spoke in Dana’s voice.
“Shouldn’t you be standing on somebody’s shoulder right now?” He pulled another drag off his beer. “Talking them into suicide or something?”
“You’re really not gonna look?”
“No. I haven’t heard the full story, but I’m ninety-nine percent certain that this is somehow my fault. I imagine she’s going through some hard changes right now, and the least I can do is give her her space.”
“Wow. You really aren’t going to look.” Lily’s tail swished. “Now that I’m back, I suppose you want to give it to me though, right? Pound my ass against the counter?” She bent over, wiggling her butt.
“Honestly? I just want to finish this, see if they need any help out front, then go to bed. Oh!” Mike slammed his beer on the table, causing it to foam over. “I do want to give you something!”
“This oughta be good.” Lily crossed her arms and smirked. “Did you draw up a roommate agreement for me? Blow jobs every Thursday? Anal Mondays? Since the week is gonna fuck you up the ass, might as well do it for real. We can get that printed on my coffee mug so that I don’t use yours by accident.”
“Why do I feel like you’re punishing me for something I didn’t do?” Mike pulled open the kitchen drawer and pushed aside the scissors and the keys. His fingers closed on the little jewelry box.
“What can I say? I have trust issues.”
“Clearly. Here. I bought this for you.” He held out the jewelry box.
Lily recoiled. “What is it?”
“A rosary. I figured it’s about time you found Jesus.” He laughed at the look on her face. “It isn’t a rosary. I saw it online and thought of you, so I bought it. Almost forgot I had it.”
“What do you want in return?”
“Nothing.” Mike shrugged. “I mean, if you don’t like it, I can send it back. Like I said, made me think of you.”
Lily took the box, a dubious look on her face. She opened it, her eyes growing wide. “Where did you get this?”
“eBay. May I?” He pulled out the necklace. It was a red agate stone set in silver with Chinese script around the sides. “The red made me think of your hair. And your eyes. And your attitude, if I’m being honest.”
She held up her hair so he could fasten the clasp behind her neck.
“I kind of figured it could be a peace offering. I felt like the last time we saw each other didn’t end as well as I would have liked it to. This place is still your home, if you decide to stay. I want you to believe that.”
Lily held up the pendant. She looked through it and him, focused on something he couldn’t see. Several seconds passed, and the hint of a tear appeared in her eyes.
He was about to say something when she suddenly disappeared into a cloud of black smoke, the stink of sulfur filling the room. He coughed, waving a hand in front of his face. The odor was bad enough that he set down his beer, a bad taste in his mouth.
“Demons,” he muttered. He left the beer behind and went out to the front yard to see how he could help.
BIGGER ON THE INSIDE
“Ugh.” Mike was in his bed, and he held up a hand to shut out the intrusive light of the sun. It had been a late night trying to lay down all the new sod in the front yard. The lightning blasts and storm had killed off most of the grass, and only a few of the shrubs had survived. The delivery had shown up six hours late, and Mike and the others had had to hastily unroll the sod beneath a scorching afternoon sun. Tink had crawled into bed with dirt on her hands and feet, her goggles pulled down over her neck. Mike had fallen asleep in his shirt, his back sore from hauling sod.
“Rise and shine, lover,” Naia called out from the bath. “Sofia said to tell you that breakfast is ready, and if you don’t come down soon, there won’t be any left.”
“Mergh.” He slid out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom.
“You’re filthy,” Naia declared, standing on the surface of the water in the tub.
“Yeah. I was so tired.” He stretched, his joints cracking. A yawn slipped out of him. “What’s on the agenda for today?”
“Remodel of the garage. Zel hates the current setup. I think Tink used your computer to order the parts already.”
“Sounds good.” It had been over a week since he had chased the society away, and he had spent those days fixing the mess they had made. He pulled off all his clothes and tossed them in the hamper. “Anything else?”
“It’s the big day.” Naia held his hand in case he slipped, then wrapped her arms around his waist once he was in. “Beth will be here any minute to make it final.”
“Excellent.” He closed his eyes, and the water in the tub surged around him. It took only a few seconds, the powerful vortex of water scrubbing his skin clean. The water fell back down with a splash, and Naia lathered his hair with shampoo. “I’m hoping things slow down soon,” he said. “It’s been a little hectic.”
“At least nobody is trying to kill you today.” She pressed herself against him again, her breasts squishing into his chest. The water vortex worked its magic to rinse his hair, and Mike opened his eyes. Naia gave him a kiss on the nose.
“Thanks,” he told her and got out of the tub, instantly dry. He put on some clean clothes and left his room, closing the door behind him. The smell of fresh food made his mouth water, and he jogged quietly down the stairs, ducking at the bottom to avoid the sudden swirl of fairy lights over his head. As far as he could tell, Cerulea had run off with a piece of bacon, and Carmina and Olivia had given chase.
“It’s about time,” Sofia said, then set an extra plate on the table. She wore an apron over her gown. “I figured you were going to sleep through breakfast.”
Tink was already at the table, his laptop just to the left of her plate. She opened her mouth wide to shove in syrup-covered waffles.
“Do I smell bacon?” he asked.
“Cerulea took the last piece. She was the early bird, so she got the worm.” Sofia handed him a cup of coffee. “You’ll have to settle for sausage and toast.”
“I feel so punished.” He smiled at her, but she didn’t return it. He took a sip of the coffee. “Tastes good.”
“Of course it does.” She rolled her eye. “Everything I make tastes great.”
“I think you taste great.” He reached around her and gave her ass a pinch. Her cheeks turned red. “Even if you are a little sour at first.”
Sofia stayed quiet, but he saw the slight smile on her lips just before he looked away.
“Today’s the big day, Tink. Are we ready?” Mike asked.
“Think so,” Tink replied. At least, he thought that’s what she’d said. It was hard to hear around the mouthful of waffles. He patted her on the head and sat down next to her. She was busy filling up his online shopping cart with decorative wood.
“Has anybody seen Dana?” Mike asked. Even though she didn’t eat, she’d been at the table every morning.
“She said s
he left you a note.” Sofia pushed some sausages from her skillet onto his plate. “On the table by the front door.”
“Okay, thank you.” He put some butter on his toast. “Hey, do we have any—”
Sofia slid some scrambled eggs onto his plate.
“Thank you.” He ate quietly, watching Tink scroll through six different websites to find what she needed. He cringed at the amount of syrup she was getting on his keyboard but stayed quiet. He barely had time to use the laptop anymore, and he had passed on several of his clients to other web developers already. Mike’s days of working a normal job were nearly over.
“Mmm!” Tink licked her fingers clean, then slid off her chair and disappeared around the corner. He figured she was off to go fix something important.
He slid his laptop over and gave it a quick wipe down with a damp paper towel before doing some shopping of his own.
His phone rang on the counter. Sofia handed it to him.
“Hey,” he said.
It was Beth. “I’m on my way back right now,” she told him. “I will probably be there in just over an hour.”
“How did it go?”
“We had some trouble but nothing we couldn’t handle.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “I got everything I needed, so we are headed your way now.”
“Stay out of trouble.” He hung up the phone, then finished his eggs.
He helped Sofia with the dishes, then walked out into the front room. He noticed immediately that the grandfather clock was gone. He looked around and saw that a large white envelope with his name had appeared on the mantle.
“Uh-oh.” He approached the mantle and opened the note to read its contents. He let out a sigh, then tucked it in his back pocket. It was a note from Dana. She was leaving the house in an attempt to pursue a potential cure that Ratu had told her about.
There was nothing he could do about it now. He walked to the back door to see that Zel and Tink stood by the fountain, scrutinizing a diagram that Zel had drawn. He didn’t feel like getting involved yet so walked out the front door of the house to be alone.
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