Butterface

by Press, Callie

  The Barnetts had bought this property from an extremely poor family, the Youngers, who were eager to pull up stakes and move away to the big city to get good jobs in a newly-built factory. The Youngers’ farming efforts had always been futile, and this corner was the last of their land. They had just used it for composting; it was slightly higher than the surrounding land, so it had good drainage, and was fully exposed to the sun all day. Tommy Joe’s grandpa and his dad had just tilled the compost into the ground, rendering the whole area perfect for pumpkins. The shadow of the woods barely touched the lot.

  The temperature had dropped brutally, and seemed especially frigid after the weird, extended Indian summer they had just experienced. Both Tommy Joe and Janie had jackets on, and the tarp kept most of the wind off of them, but after the extreme heat it felt as cold as winter. This was the first year that Tommy Joe’s dad had decided not to use his old kerosene lanterns. Last year, a hired hand had knocked one of them over after one too many beers, so they had been replaced with battery-powered ones. The only problem with that was, now Tommy Joe and Janie didn’t even have that meager source of heat.

  Trick-or-treating theoretically went on until nine o’clock, so their “shift” ran from seven until it ended. The last family stopped by about quarter ‘til eight, so the two just huddled together for warmth on the folding chairs as they dutifully waited it out. Tommy Joe offered to start the truck and let it run so Janie could sit in the heat, but she told him not to waste the gas.

  At about ten minutes ‘til nine they started to load the leftover candy and produce into the back of the truck. Janie hopped into the cab, wishing she had let him start it up for her after all, while Tommy loaded the chairs and lanterns and covered it all with the tarp.

  He finally got into the cab and dug the keys out of his pocket. When he went to fire it up, it just clicked. He pumped the gas pedal, and again, it just clicked when he tried to start it.

  “Did you leave the lights on again?” Janie asked.

  “Course not,” Tommy Joe said, “Why would I even have em on? It was barely dark when we…”

  The lights operated by a pull switch. He pushed the switch back in, turning the lights off, which made no difference, since the battery was dead.

  “Dammit Tommy Joe, I swear you do this all the time.”

  “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

  “And you just had to back it in so we didn’t notice the lights were on, didn’t ya?”

  He waited a moment until he was sure she was done scolding him. When she sighed and slammed herself back into the bench seat, arms folded and looking out the window, he said quietly, “Reckon we best get hoofin’ it on home. It’s only a bit over a mile through the woods.”

  “Tommy Joe Barnett, are you out of your cotton pickin mind? It’s Halloween night, we’re in a punkin patch, Butterface is out to get ya, and you wanna take a shortcut through the woods now that it’s dark and cold? Ain’t you never seen no scary movies before? I reckon next you want to split up and check out some weird noises.”

  “Oh come on Janie,” he said. “It’s close to four miles takin the roads, and you ain’t exactly a fast walker. It’ll be midnight fore we get to my house if we don’t cut through!”

  “I reckon I can walk fast enough when I’m cold and scared,” she said. “And I know I’m plenty cold already. I ain’t cutting through them woods, Tommy Joe.”

  He reached past her into the glovebox and opened it up, taking out two flashlights and a fold-up poncho. Keeping hold of one flashlight, he dropped the rest into her lap. “Ain’t much but it’ll help with the wind,” he said. He reached under the seat and produced a box of shotgun shells, then grabbed the pump shotgun off the window rack. “Come on now, you’re the one said not to split up. I ain’t a-walkin four miles when home’s only bout one thataway. I got the shotgun, ain’t nothing to be afeared of.”

  She shook her head in mute fury, then vigorously opened the door, got out, and slammed it shut after her. She crouched down out of sight and Tommy Joe hopped out and ran around to her. She was retying her tennis shoes, and she said resentfully to him, “At least I ain’t wearin no damn high heels, but I know sooner or later tonight I’m gonna end up a-runnin, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna lose a shoe. These cost me $30.”

  He grinned, amused at her seriousness, and watched with the shotgun over his shoulder. He turned the flashlight on and pointed it at her feet. “I swear Janie, you just cussed two times in one sentence. First you want to go all the way, and now you’re swearin up a storm. Maybe I ought to be thankin Butterface!”

  She rose up furiously, and slapped him hard across the face. Tears instantly filled her eyes and she exclaimed, trying not to sob openly: “Don’t you never even fucking joke like that to me Tommy Joe Barnett! You ain’t got no idea what all has happened! After tonight I don’t never want to hear the word Butterface come out your mouth never again, you understand me!”

  “Dammit Janie, don’t be so sore! It was just a joke, I didn’t mean nothing. I won’t say it no more, okay?”

  Janie stared at him, hard, then turned on her flashlight. “I’m sorry I slapped you. But don’t joke about it no more.” She nodded her head to the woods and said, “Let’s go on and go if we’re goin.”

  Coming from this direction, they were closer to the Brown farm and the huntin’ cabin then they were to the fishin’ hole. Tommy Joe didn’t say anything, but set a quick pace, planning to stop in the cabin in order to grab a blanket to wrap Janie in for the rest of the walk. They moved quickly enough that they kept warm, and all too soon, they stood outside the old ramshackle building.

  Janie had only been to the cabin once, many years ago, but she half-remembered it from her dream. “Tommy Joe…” she started to say, when he turned around at the door.

  “This here is one-a JimBob’s family places. He keeps some blankets and shit out here, maybe even a coat or three. It’s an old huntin’ cabin. Reckoned I’d grab you a blanket to cover up with. We can get on home and you won’t be too cold. Or if you want, we could just hunker down here for the night. We could make a fire, it’s got a big wood stove and it wouldn’t be nothin to find some logs round here.”

  She still wasn’t sure why she felt so uneasy, or where exactly she recognized it from, but she wanted nothing to do with the cabin. Her teeth chattered against her will as she said, “Tommy Joe, I’m fine… Let’s just get outta here and go on to your house, I don’t like this place.”

  “Come on now, I just heard your teeth chatterin. I got the shotgun ain’t I? Ain’t got nothing to be scared of.” He opened the door.

  “I’m scared for you, not for me,” she said to herself as he disappeared into the cabin.

  She was only one step behind him, but she had no idea what made him stop and step backwards into her. He said, “What in the damn hell…” as she put her palms on his back and looked around.

  Tommy Joe was staring at Old Pap’s gear, his buckets and cane pole. When he stepped into her hands, they both noticed JimBob’s cold and lifeless body on the couch.

  “Oh my Lord, JimBob!” Tommy Joe said.

  Janie didn’t exclaim or scream, but she got lightheaded and slumped against the wall so she didn’t fall. The sight of him was terrifying; he was naked except for his boots and his pants were around his knees. His eyes and mouth were open; his left arm lay outstretched off the sofa onto the floor, and his other hand still clutched his long penis. She could see that the skin on his side, from the couch about halfway up his ribs, was a dark, mottled purple, disturbingly darker than the rest of his clammy white skin.

  The door slammed shut beside her. An enormous rushing sound seemed to close in on them. In spite of the darkness outside, the windows were filled with a hazy, strange luminescence, and thin tendrils of fog, made of the same material, crept in around the edges of both the windows and the door.

  Tommy Joe stepped toward JimBob to investigate, opening the breach of the sh
otgun and putting a shell into it from his pocket. The moment Janie’s hands were no longer on his back, one of those tendrils shot between them even as Janie screamed, “No! Tommy Joe!”

  Suddenly the room was filled with it, and Janie could barely perceive Tommy Joe’s back through the mist. She stepped forward to follow him and experienced the same numbing sensation that JimBob had: it was as if all of her muscles lost their strength, until she stumbled back into the area absent of the fog, where she had originally been. The sensation returned almost immediately, unlike a sleeping limb, but with a far more intense “pins and needles” experience, well beyond the point of pain.

  So, Janie thought. Old Pap lied after all, that son of a bitch. I oughta take that shotgun from Tommy Joe and blow his rotten lyin head clean off.

  She could still see Tommy Joe faintly, and when he spoke she could hear him as if they were both underwater: “Hey, how’d y’get over there?”

  “Tommy Joe!” she yelled. “I’m over here!”

  He didn’t hear her, or if he did, he never turned to face her. Instead, she saw hands helping him out of his jacket, and then she saw what appeared to be herself, only not wearing a stitch, step behind him and remove it from him completely.

  She attempted to move toward him again, forcing herself to take another step before she lost all power of locomotion and tumbled to the ground like a ragdoll. The pins and needles hurt like hell, as if all of her limbs, her face, even her belly and her ass, had had lost circulation and were attempting to awaken. She held her head up and saw her doppelgänger, Butterface wearing a copy of her own naked body, pulling her man’s pants down from behind, and obviously reaching around and touching him from there.

  “Oh mother fucker!” she hissed in impotent, jealous rage. She reached forward, into the numbing field of haze, and grabbed one of the uneven, dusty planks of the floor and pulled herself closer to them, deeper into the agonizing numbness, almost passing out from the pain of her circulation failing. She actually cried out when she moved her legs, bringing her knees closer so she could push as she crawled. “Just wait till I get my hands…on you, you evil slut!”

  No need for that, my dear. I already have everything I need from you. You may have what’s left, after I’ve had the seed of his virginity.

  “That’s my man, you whore,” she she spat in anger and pain, pulling herself closer still and shuddering as she collapsed from the agony.

  She saw her own naked backside and long blonde hair before her, still holding Tommy Joe from behind, circling as if they were slow dancing, and she saw Butterface’s long, slender, red-nailed fingers squeezing and stroking his jutting, throbbing erection…

  And again, she pulled her knees up, sobbing and spitting in pain, and reached up to grab a different uneven board, and pushed herself closer…

  Your tenacity is remarkable, for an ape. As pleased as I will be to vacate this place, a small number of you have amused me. But your minds are too frail. Cease your struggling, and I will refrain from destroying your feeble ability to comprehend.

  Janie pushed on, shuddered in pain and delirium, and watched Butterface lay Tommy Joe on his back while she tried to gather her strength for another lunging crawl; two or three more, and she would be able to reach them.

  As you wish. I will take his seed even as I break your mind.

  Janie found her second wind; she even got to her hands and knees and covered half the distance before collapsing again and spending all of her breath by challenging, “Bitch, you ain't never gonna out-crazy a southern girl when it comes to her man!”

  Butterface invaded Janie’s mind, and showed her the size of the universe in a way that the human brain simply cannot handle. The same things she had shown Bobby Joe McRae.

  It broke Janie’s mind, but not for good—only until Janie thought of Tommy Joe, and whenever his handsome face came to mind all she could think about was how hard he tried to be a good man just for her, and that made her remember how big she imagined God to be, and there wasn’t no fact on earth or nowhere else that was gonna change Janie’s mind about God bein the biggest out of ever’thing ever.

  Butterface showed Janie how she created universes; how nothing that Janie could imagine a God to be could possibly be greater than what she is, than what she, Butterface, was, and had always been, and would always be.

  This crushed Janie’s will, and she collapsed with her head in the area surrounding Tommy Joe and her clone; and then, with her will crushed, with her brain scrambled, she saw Tommy Joe’s swollen, rigid cock disappeared into a copy of herself as Butterface finally managed to mount him.

  And just then, some part of Janie, some severely ingrained, irrational belief that went infinitely deeper than any amount of reason or sense or rationality, imagined the Cross, and she moved her legs again to move toward her God-given mate, and started to sing, “Jesus loves the little children...all the children of the world…red n yeller, black n white…”

  This insanity surprised Butterface, at least enough that the haze lost some of its numbing quality as she parsed it. It lost enough of its sting, in fact, that Janie was free of it, and she got to her feet as Butterface regrouped her mental efforts and hurriedly attempted to milk Tommy Joe of his seed. It was only a second.

  Still, it was long enough for the infuriated Janie to throw herself into a full-body tackle, knocking her doppelgänger completely off of her man. Janie wasted no time crawling onto the belly of the naked duplicate of herself.

  Janie had been raised to be a believer. She had been raised to be a proper lady.

  But she had also been taught the skills a person needs to protect themselves and the ones they loved. And her man loved to watch the fights, so she knew all about ground and pound.

  She drew back her arm, and leaned into it, and threw a hellacious right hook to Butterface’s hidden visage which happened to land right on the button and drive all the way through so hard that Janie skinned her knuckles on the hardwood floor.

  “See what happens when you copy me, you dumb bitch,” Janie said. “Get up and I’ll knock your ass out again!”

  She got off the unconscious form and turned to Tommy Joe as the haze receded. When she had punched Butterface, the creature and her man must have been connected on some level, for he was alive, but just as prone and asleep as she was.

  However, he was still astonishingly hard, and Janie was through with all this mess.

  She stripped herself as quickly as her still-tingling limbs would allow her, squatted over his sleeping body, and guided his thick manhood into her bruised, wounded young pussy. Then she awkwardly started to move on top of him, to try and mimic how it had felt when Old Pap was pleasuring himself inside her, hoping to make him come much more quickly than the old man had.

  Before he awoke, his erection slipped out of her a time or two when she moved too broadly or got a bit too excited, but she soon got the hang of it, and he started to stir right around the time that it started feeling purely good to her, rather than a mixture of pleasure from the action and pain from the damage she had suffered from Old Pap.

  Absolutely unprecedented. I thank you, little Janie ape—you have unlocked the answer. Now I truly see all of this situation.

  The blonde Janie-copy of Butterface still seemed to be unconscious. “Bitch, you just stay away,” Janie said, riding him faster as he woke up and, as always, his hands automatically found their way to her firm, round ass.

  “What fun would that be?” the Janie-Butterface said, through her mouth instead of mere words hanging in the air or in the mind.

  “Baby,” Tommy Joe said groggily. “Oh hell, baby, what are you doin?”

  “Savin you,” she whispered, leaning down and kissing him as they made, for the first time, the beast with two backs.

  For a few good, deep, hard-bumping strokes, at least. He was awake enough for that, whether he knew it or not. Janie moaned, and silently prayed to the Lord, Please let this be how he alwa
ys does it.

  As their tongues danced, his hands ran up from her bare bottom to her shoulders. It took Janie a moment to realize that he had slipped out of her, and that his hands were moving as they were because her lower half was levitating and spinning sideways. She broke the kiss and looked down Tommy Joe’s body to see Butterface, now wearing an exact copy of Janie’s own face, grinning at them as she sat down on Tommy’s stiff cock and started to grind her hips expertly upon him, one finger trailing through the downy blond hair over her pubis to rub in between her lips as she fucked him hard and fast.

  “What’n the fuck!” Janie yelled, clutching Tommy Joe’s head frantically as her feet lifted higher and higher into the air. Right before she was out of range, she aimed a kick at her opponent’s face, which landed solidly and drove her hard enough to the side that his slick, shiny erection sprang out of her and landed against his flat, hard abs with a wet splat.

  Her levitating hindquarters immediately dropped hard to the floor, and then the two women’s eyes met over his strong, muscular chest. Butterface rose and stepped to squat over him again, and she was faster; but Janie was closer, and merely leaned down on her newly bruised knees and captured him in her mouth.

  “Am ah dreamin?” Tommy Joe said to no one in particular.

  Butterface still made the move she had planned to make; she just paused long enough to grab Janie by the hair and yank her head back, as Butterface leaned back and dropped her ass down and pointed his throbbing hard-on at her wet, tight cunt, exposing all of it point-blank to Janie.

  Kiss me, baby, see how you like it.

  She dropped down on Tommy Joe at the same time as she pulled Janie’s face closer, forcing her mouth directly on the copy of her own snatch that Butterface was wearing. As she rode the cock, it stretched her nether lips and forced them apart, pulling skin in and out of her tight hole. The sight was fascinating and had a smell Janie had never experienced before that aroused her enormously.