#even when we were dressed to allow Craig to front part of the day

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Pure gender euphoria from this photo.

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The Ancient part 1

Hello everyone to my Wander over Yonder fan-fic.

Wander over Yonder characters belong to Craig McCracken Story, character(s) belongs to me, Steffie

"Hey Sylvia, we're approaching Ammar!" Wander chuckled in excitement as their orb descended closer towards the planet. The mention of the planet's name caused the zbornak to stop in her tracks, which caused their orb to wobble in space.

"Did you say Ammar? Wait, Wander… I don't think this is such a great idea. Trust me, buddy…" Sylvia's tone was stern, but Wander's eagerness didn't falter. Wander's trusty friend sighed in frustration before she could explain her concerns. "Wander, Ammar is a planet where the universe's oldest people come and gather once every century. Most of these old guys are important people; and they have bodyguards to protect them from bad guys like Lord Hater." "Don't worry about a thing, Sylvia. We are all sorted out. If they ask, you're my bodyguard." "But Wander, they won't even allow the public on this planet." "Don't you worry, they will accept us on this planet."

Despite her doubts about them not being kicked off the planet, Sylvia and Wander landed safely in front of the palace. The zbornak felt her breath taken away from her when she admired the polished marble floors and exterior. She couldn't understand why Wander didn't seem phased about the palace. He didn't even seem phased about the gigantic guards that were leading them towards the entrance. Sylvia ignored the marble statues they have passed to take a closer look at the star nomad.

Her buddy acted quite chummy towards the guards; babbling about the adventures they had and the times they had stopped people like Lord Hater. "That sounds very exciting, sir. I hope you didn't have many mishaps." one of the guards stated as the four finally arrived at the front entrance and opened the door for them.

Sylvia blinked in confusion. The hall was gigantic; big enough to fit both Lord Hater and Lord Dominator's ships in with a bit of room to spare. There was a sea of people from several planets all across the universe; and they looked fairly young as well. They were all smartly dressed. The zbornak felt self-conscious for being undressed, yet the star nomad didn't seem to mind.

"Howdy, everyone! I sure hope you are having fun." Wander waved cheerfully at their audience. "Wander--" Sylvia hissed before one of the more smartly-dressed elderly gentlemen slid up to them. To Sylvia's surprise, the gentleman bowed down in front of Wander. In fact, everyone in the hall bowed or did a curtsey at her star nomad buddy. What was going on? "Wander, sir! It's a pleasure to have you here at this century's meeting." "It's a pleasure to be here. It's Horace, right?" "Yes it is, sir." "My, you sure have grown. When I last saw you, you were a li'l tyke."

"Wander, what is going on? Do you know this guy?" "Yep, I sure do. His great-great-grandfather and I were very good friends back in the day." "Wait, what?" "Yep, that's true. Mr. Wander here was my ancestor's friend back when he was a young boy." "I'm sorry to burst your bubble sir, but my buddy Wander is only twenty-six--"

"Yep, I am only twenty-six million years old." Wander casually shrugged.

"Say what?!"

To be continued…

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Nothing Like You

Summary: Sam’s usually not the pining kind. He’s put his feelings for you aside some time ago. A chance encounter brings everything back, but this time things are different and Sam is done pretending.

Created for: @princessmisery666​ ‘s Daily Mix Challenge

Prompt: ‘Nothing Like This’ by Blonde and Craig David

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Sam is smitten, bad humor on my part

Word count: 1.5K

A/N: Stacey, you absolutely wonderful darling of an angel, thank you for being you. As promised, here’s my entry for your challenge. Hope you like it <3

Beta: @slytherkins​ (So are you, btw. Wonderful. Amazing. A gift.)

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Sam hadn’t seen you since that hunt in Mississippi. The one where he almost kissed you. Dean had ripped him a new one when they were back in Baby, on their way home to the bunker. He had seen the look in Sam’s eyes whenever they were focused on you and Dean knew his little brother well enough to recognize what it had meant. It was the first time in a while they had met a new pair of hunters they worked well with. Seeing as they always had a new fight ahead of them, it would be nice to be able to continue calling the couple their allies. However, as Dean had told Sam that night in the car, staying on good terms with their new acquaintances wouldn’t be an option anymore if the guy caught Sam drooling over his girlfriend.

It hadn’t been like Sam at all to fall for someone so fast and so hard. Out of him and his brother, he was usually better at keeping things professional whenever needed. And with you already being in a relationship, this had definitely been the case. Yet, there was something about you, something about the way you made him feel, that had convinced him the two of you were meant to be more than just friends. But that was then, and despite his silent hoping, you hadn’t crossed paths since.

Until he found himself back in Mississippi and back in your presence. Sam wasn’t quite sure what it was about the southern state and running into you, but he wasn’t complaining.

A haunting at a mansion had brought you both to the same city. You’d both shown up to the crime scene where the victim was lying in a pool of her own blood - not exactly the kind of setting in which Sam had hoped he would see you again.

The victim left behind a distraught husband and two children, who had all said they’d noticed some cold spots but hadn’t seen anything strange. The family’s staff hadn’t been able to help you out either. Though, they did mention something that was of interest to the two faux FBI-agents: one of the staff members had unexpectedly quit earlier that day.

After having asked around a bit, they found out the best way to get a hold of their possible witness was to visit him at the nightclub he frequented on the weekends. 

“We should probably make sure we blend in a little more before we head into a place like that,” you had suggested while heading back to your respective cars. 

“I’d do anything you say,” Sam had kept to himself while he watched you drive off to your motel.

Another thing he hadn’t mentioned was the lack of backup you had shown up with. For just a second, he had allowed himself to think maybe you weren’t with Rowan anymore. But he knew there were plenty of reasons why the other hunter hadn’t joined you on this simple hunt. After all, Dean hadn’t come with Sam on this one either, simply because he had been called elsewhere. The same could just as easily have been true for your boyfriend.

Inside the club, it was even louder than Sam had expected when the two of you entered. Music was blasting from every direction and people were talking loudly while moving along on the dancefloor to the beat. Sam had changed out of his fed suit and into some worn out jeans and a gray shirt. He hadn’t exactly been sure what you had meant by ‘blending in’ to a place like this, since this kind of scene had never been his thing.

Luckily, you hadn’t gone all out, either. Unluckily, you didn’t have to do much to drive Sam crazy. Your pantsuit had been traded in for a playful light blue dress that hung loosely around your frame, reaching just above your knees. Your hair was down for a change, only a few strands being pinned up and secured at the back of your head. With your line of work, you always had your hair tied where it couldn’t get in the way. Sam had never seen your locks catch in the wind like they’d done outside before they entered the nightclub. He’d been unaware he had been staring until you put a hand on his shoulder and asked him if he was ready to head inside.

How he’d made it inside and onto the dancefloor with you, he couldn’t quite remember. But somehow he had ended up in front of you, surrounded by a bunch of people moving in ways that might’ve even made Dean blush.

“Sam,” you called over the music. “Sam, hey!” Your hand was waving in front of his face and eventually he managed to focus his eyes back on yours. “You’re all stiff!” you said, laughing.

Sam’s eyes grew wide with panic and his head shot down so fast it should’ve given him whiplash. His face burned red as he looked down at his crotch but nothing seemed to be going on down there. In front of him, your laughing became louder.

Your hand reached for his chin to push his head back up and make him look at you. “I meant your dancing,” you said, clearly trying to suppress another fit of laughter. “Loosen up a bit, we’re trying to look like we’re supposed to be here, remember?”

Sam’s cheeks burned an even brighter red as he felt your hand fall from his face and move to his arm, sliding all the way down until you could wrap your hand around his. You grabbed his other hand as well, and when Sam realized you were trying to pull his body into motion, he did his best to attempt something that might have been viewed by some people as dancing. If those people were squinting, from a couple miles away, and it was completely dark.

You laughed again and Sam almost wanted to just keep embarrassing himself so he could keep hearing that wonderful sound. No doubt people around you were watching him struggle, too. But all he could focus on was you, that was all that mattered to him in that moment.

Undoubtedly realizing your attempts weren’t doing much so far, you changed tactics by placing your hands on his waist and moving closer to him. You beckoned him to lean in and Sam dipped his head so he could hear you better.

“Try to relax,” you instructed him with that sweet voice of yours. “Just follow my lead.”

With that, your body started moving and Sam wouldn’t have been able to resist moving along with you if he had wanted to. Which he definitely, one hundred percent, did not.

Your bodies moved in sync, perfectly fitting against each other as the music blasted on in the background. Everything around you faded away until it was just him and you. Sam let you guide him effortlessly and tried to loosen up like you told him.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You made him feel a certain way, a way he hadn’t experienced before. It was killing him not to act on it. The way you were moving against him wasn’t helping much, either.

“Where’d you learn to move like…” Sam’s voice trailed off as he looked at you, his eyes darkening, “...this.”

You grinned at him, causing his heart to be flung right out of his chest. “We all have our ways to blow off steam,” you explained, moving your lips closer to his ear so you wouldn’t have to speak as loud. “I used to go out like this a lot when I first started hunting.”

“With your boyfriend?”

“Ex-boyfriend.” You barely missed a beat.

The simple word could have just been plain information, a life-update to a friend who hadn’t caught up yet. But there was this look in your eyes that told Sam you meant something different by telling him.

After all this wondering, and thinking ‘what if’, Sam wasn’t sure if he should act so fast. Then he saw you raise an eyebrow, and your bottom lip was sucked between your teeth as you looked straight into his eyes.

All the doubt that had forced him to hold back was thrown out the window in a single motion. He finally let go and his large hands grabbed your ass to pull you even closer against him. Your hands moved to his neck and in an instant, your lips were on his. He kissed you hungrily, music drowning out even further into the background. All Sam could hear was the pounding in his ears and the sweet sounds you made when his teeth tugged at your bottom lip.

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Marry You

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  Summary/Request: Can you please do number ten of the music prompts with Brock Boeser? it’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do / hey baby, i think i wanna marry you” (marry you, glee version or bruno mars)

  Warning: fluff

  Author’s Note: Here is another music prompt request! These are so fun to do and they’re relatively easy so, obviously, I like that. So, if y’all have any requests for more music prompts, send ‘em my way! I hope you enjoy this fluffy little Brock Boeser imagine. Stay Golden, Loves <3!

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Brock’s P.O.V

  You couldn’t say you were a huge fan of weddings. Dancing and drinking aside, it was a lot of overly sentimental people gushing about the bride and letting the groom mindlessly wander around but this wasn’t about you. It was about your girlfriend, who’s best friend was getting married to her high school sweetheart

  “Don’t be bitter” you joked

  “Don’t be an ass” she joked back and you gasped sarcastically

  “I would never” 

  “Brock, I’m serious. I know you hate weddings but this day is important to Shelley,” she pleaded, “so it’s important to me, got it?”

  “Got it” you said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before leading her out to the car. She cried during the ceremony, like you knew she would, and you kept your arm around her so she would know that at least you were trying. You had to drive about an hour and a half to get to the reception, talking (Y/N) into stopping for something to eat because “wedding food sucks! you have to admit that”

  “Fine, yes. But we have to be quick okay?” you smiled, pulling into the parking lot of an A&W, “really?” she chuckled

  “It’s the first thing I saw and they’re fast” she scoffed at your response but followed you inside. You got your order and found a booth so you could huddle together in, like you always did, before you tried to steal her fries

  “HEY!” she laughed, “you have your own fries”

  “I like yours better” you teased

  “Pssht, yeah right,” she scoffed, “fry thief.” The two of you had been dating for about two years but you both agreed that work was a priority, even when yours and her friends were all getting engaged or having kids. You could see that she was thinking about it. You caught her on more than one occasion looking up wedding dresses and available venues. She even went so far as to buy Bridal magazines in line at the grocery store. You just weren’t there yet.

  “So.. do you know what their first dance song is?” you asked

  “Yes,” she smiled, “it’s that Shania Twain song, You’re Still the One”

  “Oh that’s so cheesy!” you groaned

  “I KNOW!” she replied, leaning into your chest, “but it’s Shell’s favourite song. She always wanted it to be her first dance song and when she met Craig--”

  “Craig and Shelley..” he interrupted with a scoff, “what suburban names”

  “‘Cause Brock is so edgy...” she chirped, “anyway, when she met Craig she had this plan to see if they’d last. They’d go on their date and she’d find some way to play the song for him and, depending on his reaction, it would mean something to her about the state of their relationship”

  “That sounds crazy...”

  “It worked!” she said, sitting back up, “they fell in love, they have their first dance to their song, her favourite song, it’s perfect”

  “For them...” you corrected and she rolled her eyes

  “Yes, Brock,” she smirked, “for them”

  “We should probably head out...”

  “Okay” she smiled, leaning up for you to kiss her before hopping out of the booth. You made your way to the reception, (Y/N) flipping through the available radio stations while you tried to find the right road

  “Babe,” you said, “I think we’re lost”

  “Very funny, B” she scoffed

  “I’m serious, (Y/N),” you admitted, “I must have taken a wrong turn or something...”

  “What?” she exclaimed, “well what do we do?”

  “Hold on,” you replied, “I’m sure we can get there”

  “You’re just doing this so we don’t have to go to the reception” she chuckled

  “Not true,” you added with a laugh, “I was distracted by your inability to pick a song”

  “Smart ass”

  “You know it!” she laughed as you turned around, making your way back onto the main road. It didn’t take long for you to figure out where you were going, a fact that you made sure to gloat about to your girlfriend, pulling up in front of the hall and helping her out of the car, winking at her as she wrapped her arm around yours, “what do you want your first dance to be?”

  “It depends who it’s with, I guess...” she said, pushing you teasingly, her face lighting up when she saw the room. “Wow,” she chuckled, “I didn’t expect.. all of this”

  “Really?” you scoffed, “I did”

  “You did not!” she hit your shoulder, directing you to the table to find your seating arrangements, “you didn’t even think about what this would look like”

  “Tell me something,” you said, ignoring her point, “if Shelley is so important to you and you’re so important to her, why aren’t you in the bridal party?” she gasped at your question, taking her arm away from you

  “Wow,” she said, “low blow, Boeser, low blow” you shook your head as the two of you sat down in your seats. You took her hand and brought it to your lips, watching as she smirked at you

  “I didn’t mean anything by it babe” you whispered

  “I know” she said before kissing your cheek

  “I’m gonna ask again...” you teased, “what do you want your first dance song to be?”

  “I don’t know, it depends on what kind of dance it is...” she said, “and that depends on the person”

  “So if you were marrying me...?”

  “Oh we’d definitely need a dance routine,” she laughed, “maybe something cheesy like Can’t Stop This Feeling or something fun like How Sweet It Is”

  “You don’t think I’m serious enough for like... Sarah McLachlan?”

  “If that’s what you wanted... or what suited us, then yeah,” she smiled, “I didn’t really see you as that guy but hey, maybe I’m wrong”

  “No you’re not wrong,” you admitted, “I just wanted you to say that I could be Mr. Sensitive”

“You wanna be Mr. Sensitive?” she smirked, placing her fingers under your chin and bringing your lips closer to yours

“Not all of me” you joked and she pushed you away

“Behave.”

xx

Once Shelley and Craig entered the hall and everyone had their food, people began to strike up lovely conversations until the first dance was announced; you paid close attention to Brock’s reaction, smacking him when he pretended to fall asleep. He managed to stay positive for the rest of the night though you suspected the alcohol had more to do with that than his attitude but when the party seemed to die down early, he got grumpy

“Hey!” you yelled in a whisper, “be nice! It’s a wedding not a... club”

“Club?” He laughed and you rolled your eyes in return

“People are allowed to hang out when they’re tired, they don’t have to be drunk and dancing throughout the whole night...”

“These people are old...” he whined, “let’s just get out of here, go somewhere. Just the two of us”

“Brock, it’s a wedding. My best friends wedding”

“Yeah, a best friend who wouldn’t even make you a bridesmaid. Some best friend” he scoffed before finishing off his beer

“You know what?” you smiled to yourself, not believing the words that were about to leave your mouth, “you’re right!”

“Wait... I am?” he said, confused

“Yeah! We’re young, we’re alive... let’s act like it!” You took his hand and rushed toward the door, “I don’t even think they’re here anymore”

“I don’t either!” He laughed, running in front of you so you could jump on his back. He took you, first, to grab a drink at a bar down the street, “chug it, baby,” he laughed, “we have a lot to do!”

“I can’t chug bourbon”

“Then you shouldn’t have ordered it!” When you finished your drink, he paid and turned around so you would jump onto his back once more.

“Off we go!” You laughed, pointing your finger to the door to direct him outside as he laughed in return. The two of you wandered all over the city, stopping in bars when either of you wanted a drink or a shot, laughing at each other’s terrible jokes, and almost buying out a convenience store when you wanted candy. It felt like the easiest thing in the world, to be with him, like this, but there was a part of you that was nervous about what your future looked like

“Do you not believe in marriage?” You blurted out, making your boyfriend chuckle

“What?”

“I just— I wanna know if you hate weddings because you don’t like the extravagance of them or if it’s because you.. don’t believe in marriage”

“Ugh,” he groaned, “I don’t know. I mean you look at married couples and like what? Half of them get divorced, a percentage that stay together only stay together because they have kids. Plus, they’ve spent all their money on one night before they’re marriage even starts so they’re struggling to get back to how they were before all of that”

“But money isn’t everything...” you tried

“No but it puts its strain on relationships and I just don’t get why people get so focused on the importance of a piece of paper”

“Why are you so cynical?” you laughed, linking your arm with his

“I’m not cynical...” he corrected, “I just wanna be... with someone who loves me with no strings attached. With no fear of something changing that”

“Why would the love change when you get married?” You scoffed, “I would think it would make the love stronger”

“But wouldn’t there be resentment too?”

“I don’t think so...”

“Look, let’s just enjoy this beautiful night, forget about marriage and everything for a bit okay?”

“Fine,” you scoffed, “come sit with me.” You sat on a small bench and looked up at the stars, holding onto Brock’s hand while your head fell gently on his shoulder. He had made his feelings on marriage clear and the love you had for him felt like it could last but it also felt like a ticking time bomb, “I love you” you said quietly, still looking up at the stars, the wind blowing across the street, sweeping the length of your dress up with it

“I love you, too” he whispered. You could feel him looking at you so you shifted so he couldn’t see you smiling to yourself, “do you wanna marry me?” He asked and you scoffed

“What?”

“Come on...” he moved, turning his body to face you, “I love you, you love me, let’s go do something dumb!”

“Something dumb? Getting married is dumb?”

“I didn’t mean it like that” he sighed

“So why would you say it?”

“Do you wanna marry me?” He asked again and you looked at his eyes, a glimmer of light dancing across his blue irises and you smiled at the question; earning a smile from him as he squeezed your hands

“No” you replied softly, placing your hand on his cheek before kissing his lips

“What?” He whispered back

“I love you, Brock,” you answered, “but I want you to want to marry me. Because you can’t imagine life without me. Not because you’re bored and the sky is beautiful and the wind is blowing my perfume in your direction” you smirked, laying your head back on his shoulder. “But I’m glad you asked”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, “‘cause now I know you wanna marry me”

“I could’ve just asked because I was bored”

“No.. you wanna marry me” you teased happily before turning your gaze to a shooting star and he kissed the top of your head.

“Don’t let it go to your head” he smirked

“You loooove me” you laughed

“I do love you”

“And you wanna marry me”

“Let’s just.. not talk” he stuttered, pulling you close to him

“I love you.”

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Amphibia Oneshot Thing(I Never Claimed To Be Good At Titles)

I had an idea for a fun little story thing while I was at work over the weekend, and decided to take the time to write it up into this. In all honesty this is ridiculously self indulgent, and I wrote it late at night with no editing, beta reading, or even just looking back over it once I finished. Essentially I wrote this entirely for myself and just threw it on here in the hopes maybe a few other people might enjoy it like I do. That’s all I gotta say up front so just, here you go. (this is a long one so most of the story will be under a cut).

Anne found herself wandering around a lot of parks these days. After all her time inAmphibia sitting around in her house only made her anxious, and the city was just dull. So she would sit in the areas with the most foliage, where it always felt the most comfortable. Like one of her old adventures could come find her any second. Like she could pretend her friends were just around the corner and surely if she waited just one more second Marcy would come tumbling out of those bushes, launching right away into a rambling speech about a new plant she'd found, the perfect mix of adorable passion and somewhat interesting information that would always make Anne smile.

She knew that wasn't going to happen. She'd known and tried to force herself to get used to the idea, but even as her miserable daydream was interrupted by the rustling of the very bushes she'd imagined, she hoped for a second maybe she'd imagined it all. She hadn't of course, and the boy who pushed his way out of the bushes was anything but her Marcy. Even so, he must have noticed her solemn expression, because he immediately walked over to where she sat with a look of concern on his face.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Anne was surprised by the question for a moment, then again, she realized, she probably did look pretty miserable, moping around in the dirt in a random park. She was tempted to give an offhanded reply of dismissal, she was fine and his concern was almost certainly just a polite formality. But she was never good at following through with all that smile and say Im fine stuff.

"I've been better," she sighed.

The boy in front of her frowned, and took a seat beside her.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Anne blinked in surprise, not expecting that reaction. She took a second glance at the kid, wondering what his deal was. He looked a few years younger than her, probably about Sprig's age, dressed for wandering around the woods. He looked like a kid who liked an adventure, maybe that's why Anne felt like she might be able to talk to him. She couldn't say everything of course, god knows she'd need a full time therapist for all her turmoil, but maybe she could simplify it a little bit, dance around the truth slightly. Besides, the more she thought about it the more the idea of talking to a regular kid sounded nice.

"Well," she began, searching for each word and phrase carefully, "a while ago, me and my friends found this weird place. It was scary at first, and I was nervous for a bit, but after a while I grew to love it a lot. I think- I know my friends felt the same. It was a really magical place, but it, uh, well its not around anymore. And I feel like I left a part of myself with it." Anne suddenly became overwhelmingly aware that she had just poured her heart out to a random stranger, and probably sounded insane on top of it, "Ugggh I sound stupid, nevermind kid just ignore me, thanks for trying though."

She started to get up and walk away but the boy jumped up at the same time.

"Wait, hold on. I'm not sure exactly what's going on, but from the sound of it, I think I kind of get it. I've got a pretty magical place of my own, I can't imagine loosing it. I know it's not the same but, I could take you there, if that would help?"

Anne turned back to look, not sure why this kid was so eager to help, until she saw the look on his face. He just looked like a kid who wanted to help, just for the sake of being nice. In that moment he reminded her of Sprig again, and she couldn't help it, she laughed.

"Seriously? You don't even know me. You sure?"

The boy shrugged and smiled. "There's lots of cool people I don't know yet. And you seem nice. So," he reached out his hand, "my name's Craig, nice to meet you."

As weird as this was, Anne had seen weirder, so sure, why not. She took the boy's hand.

"Call me Anne."

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As they walked Anne started to wonder where this weird kid was taking her. Sure “magical place” in her situation was fairly literal, but she didn’t think she was exactly in the most common position for a kid. Or really for anyone for that matter. Still, the boy seemed pretty excited about it, so she figured she’d give it a shot. Better than moping around in some random bushes all day. Who knows, maybe she could even get her hopes up a little bit there would at least be something cool out there.

‘Something cool’ turned out to be a tree stump. Anne wasn’t sure if the kid was serious or not when they first got to the clearing, but based on the way he jumped up on the tree base and spread his arms wide.

“Welcome to the stump!”

Anne stared at him for a few seconds, not sure how to respond. Before bursting into laughter. She just couldn’t help it. There had been so much buildup, all for, apparently a regular tree stump. Craig crossed his arms and spoke up.

“Hey, I know it doesn’t look like much, but you haven’t seen anything yet, watch this!”

Whatever he was about to do, though, was cut off by a battle cry and a flash of orange hair flying at Anne from the trees. It was pure instinct, really, when Anne dove behind cover of the stump screaming,

“It’s an ambush!”

She realized her mistake a few short seconds later. Ivy Sundew literally could not be here. So, with no small amount of hesitation, she peeked over the edge of the stump to see a small girl pointing a homemade sword at her while trying to cover up a pouting expression. Anne could vaguely make out the girl muttering under her breath about how “noble warriors don’t ‘ambush.’“

“So, uh, are you gonna put the sword down orrr...”

Anne trailed off as the girl gave her a weary glance and muttered something about ‘intruders.’ It was at this point that Craig, who seemed to have tripped and fallen off the stump in the chaos, also poked his head back up and called out,

“Kelsey, wait! She’s with me!”

The short girl’s demeanor changed immediately.

“Oh, cool! Hi Craig, hi new girl, sorry I attacked you, I thought you were a devilish intruder.”

“Don’t worry about it, I get randomly attacked a lot, it happens.”

The girl, Kelsey, apparently, looked over Anne again, a thoughtful expression on her face.

“You do? Do you need a heroic guardian to protect you?”

Well, Anne noted, maybe this girl wasn’t so similar to Ivy after all. Though she still got the feeling the two of them would get along exceptionally well. She gave Kelsey a grateful smile, but shrugged off the offer.

“Nah, I’m good.”

Kelsey nodded, seeming to finally relax, though she did pause for a moment and stare off into the distance, though to Anne it seemed more like she was probably just gazing into the depths of a random tree. She gave Craig a curious look, but he only waved it off, apparently this was just how things worked with Kelsey. Noted. When she came back down to earth Craig was waiting with a question,

“Where’s J.P.?”

“Oh he found a butterfly and then chased it into a mud puddle. It was close though so I went on ahead.” Her tone of voice suddenly changed into a much more dramatic one. “He and I both had our own battles to fight.” Before immediately going back to her normal one. “But he should be right behind me.”

Sure enough it was at  that moment another boy crawled out from the foliage outlining the clearing. This one already in a considerably messier state than either of the kids Anne had met so far. He wandered over to the stump, repeating the tale Kelsey had just told them, this time with a much higher focus on the mud puddle. He didn’t seem to notice Anne at all until she cleared her throat and waved hello. The boy, J.P. she assumed, immediately jumped with an exclamation of surprise.

“Relax J.P. she’s cool.”

Anne was a little pleased to notice this reassurance came from Kelsey this time, and didn’t miss the way Craig nodded in agreement.

“She was off by herself so I thought we could give her a tour of the creek.”

That last bit caught Anne off guard, just a bit. Up till this point she had just been assuming Craig had took her here to see the stump and his friends. She wasn’t sure how much more exciting one creek could be, but after all her time in Amphibia she wasn’t one for making too many assumptions about that kind of thing. Turning her focus back to J.P. she noticed how he looked her up and down with squinted eyes, before seeming to focus on the leaves and sticks that had (again?! seriously?!) gotten tangled in her hair, and nodding sagely.

“Good call Craig! I like her style.”

As J.P. immediately began to inspect the ground for his own leaf, which he immediately deposited snugly in his, much shorter, hair, Craig waved Anne over to the stump, where he’d rolled out a large piece of paper.

“This,” he announced proudly, “is my map of the creek!”

Anne wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but a fully detailed expansive rendition of what must have been a really large area of land, complete with notations of inhabitants, activities, landmarks, and literally anything else one could find to write down, had not been it. She gave a low whistle of appreciation. Man Marcy would’ve loved this.

Craig beamed at her show of awe, allowing himself a pleased, “drew the whole thing myself” before asking, “So, where do you wanna see first?”

---

After that, Anne was pulled around the creek to all sorts of locations, each one more intricate than the last. There was an entire colony of kids in these woods, a civilization even. Even on Amphibia she had never seen anything quite like it. It was wild, and, kinda cool? The more she saw the more she started to get what Craig meant. The whole place had its own feeling to it that didn’t quite mesh with any of the surrounding area. After a while, she was even able to push (most of) the weight that had been on her shoulders for so long to the back of her mind.

Which wasn’t to say that her time in Amphibia left her completely. In all likelihood it was more inclined to have already made her a primary target for whispers and gossip to all the kids there. Though she never would’ve expected it before she’d gotten flown away from earth so long ago, she was kinda an expert at being in the woods now. Though she did slip up once or twice. For one dangerous moment there she was mortified that everyone would think she was insane when, upon being shown to the trading tree she had casually remarked,

“I don’t see why you need a whole place to trade for snacks when there are so many perfectly good bugs to eat out here.”

In her defense, she also preferred a good bag of chips over tiny dirt critters, but what could she say, she’d gotten used to a lot of weird things. While her immediate first reaction upon the words escaping her mouth had been to play it off as a lame joke(especially considering the way all the kids stared at her, some in horror, some in awe, at least one clearly wondering to themselves why they didn’t think of that first, the clearing totally silent save one kid who apparently didn’t get the memo and loudly exclaimed something Anne thought sounded like “my candy!”) her backup plan ended up being totally unnecessary as J.P. just started laughing, confidently proclaiming,

“I told y’all, she fits right in here”

And sure, maybe that made Anne smile just a little bit.

After that they had a few more people to meet, including a few girls prancing around a big open field, one of whom blushed slightly as she informed J.P. that she liked his leaf, to which J.P. gave a cheerful giggle and a thanks. (Anne considered it one of her foremost signs of character development that she didn’t break out any magazines as soon as they got back to the stump). But eventually things started to wind down, and the trio of friends, along with their new straggler, made it back to the little home base.

Anne took a few minutes to discuss the finer points of exploring woods with Craig, who had been eager to talk about it since they’d gone out earlier, while out of the corner of her eye Anne watched Kelsey do mock battle with an imagined enemy.

“You know, my little brother is much better at this stuff than I am, maybe you’d like to meet him sometime?” Though she’d posed the question to Craig, she didn’t bother to wait for an answer, as she saw Kelsey perform another made up sword move, and something occurred to her. “Hold that thought.”

Walking over to Kelsey, Anne continued to watch her form, confident enough based on where she was swinging and where her eyes were trained on that she had a pretty good idea of what the fake enemy the other girl was fighting might look like. Eventually she offered,

“You’re pretty good, but if you’re fighting something that much bigger than you, you’re gonna want to switch up your strategy a little bit.”

Without waiting for Kelsey’s reaction Anne grabbed a stick off the ground and performed a demonstration of a few moves she’d picked up in Amphibia. Though sword fighting was never something she had expected to be proficient at, she couldn’t deny that at this point she’d picked up a decent amount of skill. Once she’d finished her quick combo demonstration she turned to where Kelsey was standing, a little surprised to see a look of pure awe on the younger girl’s face, before she shouted,

“YOU KNOW HOW TO USE A REAL SWORD??????”

Anne grinned sheepishly at her excitement. “Uhhh, yeah, a little bit I guess?”

She’d barely gotten the words out before Kesley was on her, begging her to show more moves or better yet, spar with her. Anne waited for the tirade of excitement to slow down before smiling and offering,

“Sure I guess I could, but honestly my little sis knows way more about this fighting stuff than I do. If you want someone to practice with she’s your best bet. I could bring her out here some time, if you’d like.”

Kelsey’s excited nodding was interrupted by an instrument Anne couldn’t quite place, and suddenly the smaller girl’s shoulders fell in disappointment, before immediately perking back up again.

“That’s dinner, but you can bring her tomorrow! I’ll see you then!”

She waved goodbye as she rushed off, as did J.P. though with considerably less rushing, leaving just Anne and Craig, who seemed to also be on his way out. Anne figured that was just one more of the natural ways of the creek. As he left, though, Craig paused for a moment.

“I’m not sure where your special place was, but this is a pretty good one for a lot of kids here. I hope you had fun, I know we did. See you around Anne?”

Anne could tell the last bit was phrased as a question, and she paused to think, if only for a moment. Sure this was no Amphibia, and sure a lot of the stuff that had happened since Craig had tumbled out of those bushes was pretty weird. And maybe she did feel a little guilty that she was off playing around while her friends in Amphibia were, well... But still, for the first time since her birthday, Anne had gone one day where she actually felt like the 13 year old kid she was. Sooner or later she could blow their minds with magic powers and frog siblings, but for now, she was just Anne, she was just a kid. She gave a grateful smile.

“See you around, Craig of the Creek.”

[dangercocktail]

The Pandemic by DangerCocktail

When panicked news reports began overseas, Lucas shrugged most of them off as an issue too far from home to be concerned with. There wasn’t a lot of information coming from the hot zone anyway so he assumed most reporting was pure speculation. The country where the pandemic originated muzzled the press and scientific community within their borders so reports were sparse at best. Not to mention that part of the world had a reputation for being a bit of a mess anyway. Military refused to let anyone enter or leave the country and even more extreme, the Internet had been downed. Rumors circled, the ones that Lucas had heard at least before he stopped paying attention to the news, that the infection was extremely contagious for men specifically and might have been a military grade weapons test gone awry.

Ignoring the hallmarks of what his friends called a global crisis, Lucas packed his luggage for a two week cruise he had scheduled well before any rumblings of a fast moving disease. Walking aboard and exploring the ship, he smiled and winked at several of the handsome men also arriving who returned his greeting. Lucas was a notorious flirt and he planned on having a pretty damn good time aboard the ship. 

Eventually settling in to begin his vacation, Lucas stretched his long legs lithe with a tennis player’s muscles out on a deckside chair. He watched the city fade away into the ocean’s horizon as he sipped a bottle of beer. It was going to be nice to check out from the stress of the world news and society in general. He pulled his sunglasses down to cover his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Waking a couple hours later, Lucas stretched to shake the soreness of the hard deck chair out of his muscles, then stood and gathered his things. His room had to be ready by now, his luggage having been transported by a porter, and he was starting to feel hungry. He wandered over to one of the many restaurants offering food aboard the ship and stood in line to receive a bowl of teriyaki chicken and vegetables. He promised himself he’d relax, allow himself to enjoy a few indulgences on this trip, and if needed, drop a couple pounds to get back to fighting weight when he was home. The teriyaki bowl wasn’t such an indulgence, his healthy eating habits died hard. He chuckled when he passed a 24 hour pizza kiosk and swore to be back later that night for a slice or two. He was on vacation.

After several days of travel and stops in ports increasingly exotic to Lucas’ usual day to day, he had fallen into a leisurely routine. Lucas woke every morning to a breakfast of eggs, fruit, and toast delivered to the room so he could watch the sunrise over the ocean as the ship skimmed to its next destination. He had even begun enjoying a mimosa with each breakfast because why not, all expenses included. Following breakfast, he would hit the gym, lift for an hour or two, shower in the luxury locker rooms of the cruise liner’s locker rooms, then get dressed in tasteful but casual vacation wear for a day of leisure, exploration, and occasional trips into foreign locales. He had met many people over the course of the first week on the excursions shoreside but was legitimately enjoying being on his own, able to go and do whatever he pleased with little thought towards the rest of the world.

Every night, Lucas would stroll through the mostly deserted decks of the ship as he was near the only one up and about at 1 am. He wound his way through empty stairways, greeting the ship’s crew who were working overnight to clean and prepare for the following day, Lucas giving them a friendly nod as he passed. His destination was always the same, the 24 hour pizza place where he ended his nightly walk and would enjoy a nightly indulgence of two slices, heavy with sausage and garlic. He had just thanked the server for the slices, sat down to eat with one slice almost in his mouth when the audio system for the entire ship signaled an incoming message through loudspeakers hidden in the extravagant columns and furnishings of the decor.

“Attention please. It is of critical importance that all passengers aboard the Tantalus Destiny please return immediately to their cabins. A critical issue has been reported to the staff and we are exercising extreme caution. We will inform you when exiting your rooms will be appropriate but for the moment, please all passengers outside of their cabins return immediately. Thank you.”

Lucas looked inquisitively at the worker behind the pizza bar who looked back and shrugged. Lucas decided he might as well finish his two slices quickly then head back to the cabin. He was halfway through his first slice when he observed another passenger turn the corner and head to the pizza counter. The man was fairly handsome and the father of a family Lucas had chatted with briefly on an excursion two days previously. His name was Craig. Lucas laughed to himself, assuming that Craig also wanted to grab a few slices for the night if they were going to be locked up for a bit. Lucas continued eating, watching Craig talk to the server behind the counter but began noticing something strange about Craig.

When Lucas had first met Craig, he had appraised the man’s looks, as he usually did with any man he met, and put Craig decidedly in the handsome category. Craig had a ruggedly handsome face and a solid build, with a couple extra pounds around the middle that most dads were carrying. Lucas was never bothered by a few extra pounds though strove to keep them off himself. However tonight as he watched Craig pile slice after slice onto his plate, he noticed that Craig seemed rounder from behind. In fact, Craig’s t-shirt was riding up on love handles that pushed over the waistband of his sweatshorts. Lucas thought that the pile of pizza that Craig had amassed would definitely explain any new weight gain, especially if it was a nightly habit like Lucas was engaging in. As Lucas went back to his own pizza, slightly proud that he was only one or two pounds heavier from the cruise indulgences, Lucas stopped mid-bite as he saw Craig visibly and noticeably expand.

It was as if there was a hidden pump, inflating Craig from somewhere inside. As Craig turned with his plate piled with more slices of pizza than Lucas could quickly count and a slice already being pushed into his mouth, his shirt began riding up further as his belly swelled forward. In a matter of seconds, his modest dad belly and love handles tripled. His navel widened and deepened with each step he took, receding quickly into fat that rapidly accumulated. Craig’s chest surged forward and began to bounce in rhythm with his expanding belly, folded over the front of his shorts and still growing wider and rounder. His legs and arms were expanding as well, swelling incredibly fast as if beestung and losing all semblance of musculature. Craig’s face, bearded and handsome, had grown so fat in those few steps that he had taken that his jawline had disappeared completely and was swelling with fat every second that passed. By the time Lucas stood up in shock and began to walk towards Craig to help, Craig’s belly had become so large that he started to wobble, lost his balance, and fell on his enormous backside, his shorts and underwear ripping in the process. As Craig landed on the ground on his ass that was now almost as wide as Craig was tall, his fat production increased, his belly surging forward and to the sides as his arms lifted with the newly acquired flesh. His shirt began to rip like a tube of biscuit dough, Craig’s flesh pushing it open as it rose into the air. By the time Lucas reached him and the expansion had stopped, Craig was a rounded ball of a man unable to reach the front of himself by at least a foot, still shoveling in slices of the pizza that had survived the fall and were balancing atop his belly. 

“Oh my god, Craig,” Lucas started, stopping a few feet from the whale of a man in front of him. “What the hell just happened?”

Craig looked up at Lucas from the floor, his fat face covered in pizza sauce. “They had it at port...the men. They had the disease,” Craig said, his words muffled from the enormous bites of pizza he was taking. “I’m just... so...damn hungry”.

Lucas backed away in revulsion as his attention was immediately drawn to a crash at the pizza counter. The server behind the counter was stumbling around in confusion, his uniform ripping open to reveal a huge belly that was swelling alongside his swollen chest. Lucas watched as the man expanded in under twenty seconds  to the same size as Craig, but as the man went to fall to the ground from the sheer size of his girth, he became wedged between the wall and the pizza countertop. His belly kept swelling in all directions, spreading across the countertop as the man rose slightly in the air. Unperturbed, the server began grabbing slices of pizza and eating them himself.

Lucas panicked for a moment before realizing he had to get away from these two inflated men before whatever this was infected him. He ran from the dining area towards the stairs that would take him back to his cabin. Muffled grunts and outcries of shock could be heard from different hallways as he ran, occasionally followed by a loud and padded thud. Lucas was nearing the stairs when he felt his pants burst open at the front, the button skidding off across the floor. Slowing to an alarmed stop, Lucas looked down in horror to discover a round slab of fat pushing out atop his shorts like a doughnut swelling with cream. 

“Oh god, no,” Lucas exclaimed, as he felt his butt begin growing so quickly that his shorts split up the back. Involuntarily turning back towards the dining area, he felt hunger overtake his body as his shirt drew tight across his swelling chest and nipples. He began waddling forward, his thighs forcing themselves together with new chub as his calves melded into his ankles with fat. From the periphery of his vision, he saw his cheeks rounding and his face settling into the fat of his neck. Beginning to feel the pull of his own massive heft and knowing that soon he would be stuck on the floor, a fattened ball of a man, Lucas maneuvered his enormous form towards the closest source of food he could find. As his legs slid out from under him and he fell onto his massively padded ass, pinned beneath the still growing fat of his body and overcome with the undeniable need to feed, he leaned his head back and opened his mouth to eat from the food source he was ultimately able to reach: the cruise liner’s soft serve ice cream machine.

[alj4890]

And Then I Left You

(Thomas Hunt x OC*Amanda) in a what if to the And Then I Met You

A/N The Hollywood group throw a farewell party for Amanda. She and Thomas continue to struggle with remaining silent about their feelings for one another.

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Song they dance to: I'm in the Mood for Love

Masterlist

Chapter 3 In the Mood

12 weeks in Hollywood...

Thomas straightened his bowtie and studied his reflection. Smoothing his hair on the sides, he allowed his typical frown to disappear, replacing it with one of sadness.

This is it. She's really leaving.

After tonight, he would only have one more week to spend with Amanda. Seven more days of quiet mornings spent together over coffee and tea. Six evenings spent discussing whatever topic came to mind. Six more nights being tempted to tell her what was in his heart.

As he walked downstairs, he wondered if Addison's insistence that Amanda get ready for the party at Ryan's was not meant to teach him some type of lesson. It certainly was not farfetched that she would try and show him how life would be without his duchess around.

His footsteps paused in the living room.

The silence in his house was oppressive.

There was no muffled sounds of typing. No familiar sounds of laughter. No smile being flashed his way. No footsteps hurrying to join him. No suggestions for how they should spend the evening together.

This would be his chance to return to how his life was before she arrived.

Thomas already despised it.

When he got into the waiting town car, he glanced at the empty spot next to him.

She truly has done a number on me.

**************

Ryan's Mansion in Malibu...

"You went to too much trouble." Amanda looked about at all her new friends had done.

Each room opened for the party was decorated for a specific decade. Addison had insisted they do so and dress as they did in the movies for that time period. Holly had been in charge of assigning each guest a particular decade.

Ryan had supplied the residence and made certain for this to be the party to top all Hollywood parties.

Addison was beyond thrilled that everything had gone as planned. Her excitement at seeing Amanda happy caused her bouncing to make her bow fall off her head.

With her blonde hair in a ponytail and dressed in a poodle skirt, she looked like she had just stepped out of the movie, Grease.

Holly joined them, pushing her colored lens glasses up. Her short, psychedelic dress and white go-go boots matched the sixties era room perfectly.

"This wasn't any trouble." She replied.

"Ready to see what I made?" Addison gripped Amanda's hand and pulled her up the stairs. "I designed a dress specifically for one of your favorite decades!"

While the two disappeared down the upstairs hall, Ryan stepped out of his room.

He smiled at them while flipping his brown leather jacket's collar up. "Well?" He spun around. What do you think?"

"You look like you are one of the fighter pilots from Top Gun." Amanda replied.

"Holly must have known I like to take the ladies' breaths away." He winked at them.

"I can't believe you used that movie's love song for your own sex appeal." Addison rolled her eyes with a giggle.

"It was too good to let pass." Ryan quipped. "Sorry ladies, but I feel the need, the need to host a party." He slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses and told them he would see them downstairs.

The two laughed and hurried into one of the guest bedrooms. Amanda stopped when she saw a strange man in there.

"This is Craig." Addison quickly did the introductions. "He's the most talented stylist I've ever met."

He grinned bashfully.

"I told him your hair needed to resemble the fashion of the late thirties, early forties to match your costume." Addison explained.

Amanda touched her long hair, while a smile slowly formed. "Craig, how do you feel about cutting some of this?"

Addison's eyes widened. "You don't have to. We can find a way to put it in an appropriate style without any cutting. Can't we Craig?"

"I want to." Amanda decided before the stylist could answer. "I've been thinking of changing how I look for a while now."

Craig opened up his case and showed her all the hairstyling tools he had brought, choosing a pair of scissors.

"I can't watch." Addison covered her eyes when the first lock was cut above her shoulders. "Don't cut too much!"

"Keep going, Craig." Amanda encouraged.

Within minutes, her long wavy hair was now a bunch of curls, brushing her neck and jaw line.

Addison lowered her hands and gasped.

"Your eyes are even bigger than before!"

Amanda critically studied her reflection.

"I love it!" She thanked Craig, then sat back and let him part it, and fluff it out to match some of the photographs of classic film stars.

Addison retrieved a shimmering evening gown she had designed after watching a few of Amanda's favorite classic movies.

"It's like a mixture of Judy Garland's and Myrna Loy's hairstyle." Addison added once she saw the end result. "And this dress is perfect for it."

Once Craig left, Addison helped Amanda into her costume.

"What decade did Holly give Thomas?" Amanda asked.

"The same as yours." Addison grinned at the blush on the duchess' cheeks. "Don't worry, there are other guests given that era too."

"Oh." Amanda turned from side to side to see how the dress hung. "I can't believe my figure allowed me to wear something so elegant!" She hugged Addison. "Thank you."

Addison hugged her tight then ordered her to hurry downstairs when she was ready.

**************

Thomas nodded and spoke a few greetings as he walked inside. He scanned the rooms filling up with people. Just when he was about to check outside to see if Amanda was mingling there, Ryan clapped him on the back.

"About time you arrived." Ryan stepped back and studied him. "I'm getting a definite Cary Grant vibe from you."

Thomas merely grunted. "And you are trying to be Tom Cruise."

Ryan laughed while gesturing to his back patio. "In case you were wondering, your duchess was last seen going outside."

With his signature, charming smile firmly in place, he left to mingle with a group over by the bar.

Thomas squared his shoulders and made his way outside.

****************

"Want me to freshen your drink?" Chris asked.

Amanda shook her head. "No, thank you." She had no intention of a repeat performance of her girls' night out.

She still wasn't clear on what happened the night she came home drunk. Waking up wearing Thomas's shirt had caused her to panic. She didn't know how she could ask him, let alone face him.

But she had to know.

When he knocked on her bedroom door, her immediate reaction was to jerk the covers up to her chin. Taking a deep breath, she called out for him to enter.

Thomas walked in with a breakfast tray.

"What's all this?" She asked, sitting up in surprise, thus forgetting to hide she had his shirt on.

"Something to hopefully help get you through your hangover." He replied.

She bit her lip as he prepared her a cup of tea. "That's very thoughtful of you."

Taking a sip and closing her eyes in appreciation, she forced herself to ask how badly she had behaved. She knew from the couple of times she had experienced tipsiness that her friends said she was a little more daring than usual. She didn't have her usual doubt and fear keeping her from experiences.

She eyed him closely as a slight smile formed on his lips.

"You were," Thomas lifted his eyes to meet her steady gaze, "not too much trouble. You were tired and I helped you upstairs."

Her brow furrowed. "How did I get in your t-shirt?"

Her worry grew when she noticed a slight flush to his skin.

"You went swimming to cool off." He coughed and lifted a lid off some toast he had made. "When it came time to change your clothes, you asked for one of my shirts to sleep in."

Amanda leaned forward. "That's it? I didn't do anything else, did I? Anything I should apologize over?" She closed her eyes in embarrassment. "I mean, I do apologize. I can't imagine having your houseguest come in drunk and demanding clothing."

He reached over and took her hand, gently squeezing it to get her to look at him. "You have nothing to apologize for. You," he swallowed as he glanced at the spot he had slept with her in his arms, "You went right to sleep once your head hit the pillow."

She gave him a grateful smile while turning her attention to buttering a piece of toast. "Thank you for putting up with me."

A thought that there was more to the story kept coming to mind, but she decided she didn't want to know. She already had enough to deal with over secretly loving him.

What if I let it slip?!

"I, Thomas," she rambled nervously, "I didn't, I mean I hope there was nothing," she paused, "Did I say anything that I should know about?"

Thomas stilled. "What do you mean?"

"Um," she picked at the toast on her plate, "You know, anything like something I would have said to you that might have caught you off guard?"

He refilled her teacup while debating on what all he should reveal. "You said I smelled nice."

A burst of surprised laughter escaped her lips. "Well, that is something I can say is true while sober."

He chuckled at that. "Thank you."

Her smile slowly fell. "Was there anything else I might have said?"

"You told me you danced." He stood up and motioned toward the food he had prepared. "Eat what you think you can stomach, then join me downstairs." He slipped his hands in his pockets. "We'll take it easy today."

"Didn't you want to go out to dinner tonight?" Amanda's question had him stopping in her doorway.

"Only if you feel well enough." His frown eased as he looked back at her. "Eat, while it is still warm."

"Earth to Amanda." Holly waved her hand in front of her face.

"Sorry." Amanda set her barely touched drink on a table. "Lost in thought."

"I'm always lost in thought." Shannon confessed. "Or sleep deprivation. I don't think our daughter will ever let us sleep again."

While the couple shared stories of being new parents, Amanda searched the patio and beach area for Thomas.

Shannon gripped her arm, taking her once more from her thoughts that she was always hoping to see him.

"Look who's coming over!" She whispered.

Amanda felt her lips part at an extremely popular, and extremely handsome, actor dressed in a WWII uniform.

"Chris." He shook the actor's hand before kissing Shannon's cheek. "Shannon. I haven't seen you two in ages."

He smiled at Amanda and Holly.

"Patrick, I don't think you've had a chance to meet Amanda before." Shannon made the introductions.

"Cordonia." His eyes narrowed in thought. "I don't think I've ever heard of that country."

"Few have." Amanda replied.

His smile reminded her of Ryan's along with that twinkle in his eye. He seemed of a similar height. His voice was not too deep so he would be perfect for the role she had in mind.

"Mr. Fields? Have you heard of The Earl's Undoing?" Amanda asked.

"That's all anyone has talked about since I got home." He replied. "And please call me, Patrick."

"I think you would be perfect to play Lord Carlisle, Lord Arthur's younger brother." She explained.

Chris stepped back and critically studied Patrick. He noticed Ryan walk outside and called for him to come over. "Stand by Patrick." He ordered.

Ryan and Patrick stood side by side.

"I don't believe it!" Shannon breathed. "How come we never noticed this before?"

Holly removed her glasses and stepped closer to them. "It's incredible."

Ryan and Patrick both quirked the same eyebrow while a similar smirk settled on their lips.

"I knew we were both handsome," Patrick teased.

"But not this jaw droppingly handsome." Ryan finished with a wink.

Thomas quietly joined them and looked curiously around at the group.

"We've found Carlisle!" Holly exclaimed, gesturing toward Patrick.

He narrowed his eyes in study.

Amanda slipped over beside him. "They even finish each other's thoughts."

He slowly nodded as he glanced at her. Then he did a double take. He reached up and gently tugged on a lock of her hair.

"What are you doing?" She asked, trying not to laugh at his strange reaction to her hair.

"Is this a wig?" He asked.

"No." She laughed then shook her head to prove that it was her own. "What do you think?"

"You cut your hair?" He muttered, his expression of one of complete disbelief.

Her smile disappeared. "Yes, I did." Her eyes searched his. "Do I look that horrible?"

"No." He cleared his throat and forced himself to focus on Patrick. 

"Would you like to read a few lines with Ryan?" Thomas asked. "He has a copy of the script, if you are interested in joining the production."

"Are you kidding?" Patrick couldn’t believe he was being given a chance. "Just give me a second to read over it and I will audition whenever you want."

Ryan led him away, telling Thomas to come upstairs to the game room when he was ready to see the audition.

"Now all we need is Marija cast." Holly announced. "Keep an eye out."

She and Shannon excused themselves when they noticed some of their former classmates they hadn’t talked to in a while.

Amanda kept her gaze averted from Thomas. She was determined not to let him see how much his actions toward her haircut stung.

Thomas tried not to stare at her. He slipped his hands into his pockets so he wouldn't be tempted to brush the windblown curls back. He couldn't help but notice the change it wrought. Her eyes that he already found difficult to not get lost in, were even more vivid. His gaze dropped to the curls that had been styled to draw the eye to her lips.

He swallowed and looked around for a distraction.

A song from the 1940's began.

"May I have this dance?" Thomas asked.

"Of course." She mumbled, placing her hand in his. "We are dressed for it."

He led her to the dance floor that Ryan had constructed on his private beach. He took Amanda in his arms and began to do a slow box step.

The romantic lyrics drifted through the night air, causing each to think how appropriate the words were when they were near each other.

I'm in the mood for love

Simply because you're near me.

Funny, but when you're near me

I'm in the mood for love.

Thomas raised his hand he had placed on the small of her back to brush her hair out of her eyes. His lips curved when she looked up at him curiously.

"This hairstyle is lovely on you." He let the back of his fingers brush down her cheek as he tucked some of the wayward locks behind her ear.

She smiled at him. "Truly?" At his nod, she relaxed in his arms. "Thank you."

Heaven is in your eyes

Bright as the stars we're under

Oh is it any wonder

That I'm in the mood for love?

Their eyes remained fixated upon one another as the song continued.

Amanda felt the overwhelming urge to tell Thomas why she had to return to Cordonia. The words were on the tip of her tongue, more than ready to tell him that though she had to participate in Liam's social season that she only wanted to be with him...that Thomas was the only man who held her heart.

She had never been so tempted to do so. The thought that when he discovered the reason for her leaving, he would simply assume she preferred Liam and the crown to anyone else. It was eating her up inside. She hoped when she confessed that he would state that he too felt something for her that wasn't mere friendship.

Why stop to think of whether

This little dream might fade?

We've put our hearts together

Now we are one, I'm not afraid!

What did she have to lose? The words were nearly bursting from her lips. The way he was looking at her as they danced...the moonlight...the romantic song...all seemed designed for such a heartfelt confession.

If there's a cloud up above

If it should rain we'll let it

But for tonight, forget it!

'Cause I'm in the mood for love.

I'm in the mood for love

"Thomas, I have to tell you that--"

He twitched then reached in his coat pocket.

His cell was vibrating.

"It's Ryan." He explained while answering. "We'll be right up." He ended the call and took her hand. "Patrick is ready for us."

She couldn't quite keep her disappointment hidden. "Then we shouldn't keep him waiting."

He tucked her hand into the bend of his arm. "What were you about to say when we were interrupted?"

"Nothing." She replied. "Nothing at all."

*****************

Patrick's audition was a success. Thomas was impressed by not only his performance with so little time with the script but also the playful almost brotherly affection already between him and Ryan.

Amanda barely paid attention to any of it. She couldn't believe that she had been so willing to not only break her promise to Liam but to also forget her pride and admit to feelings that might not be returned. She believed she wasn't brave enough to take such a risk.

I'm taking too many chances, she thought to herself. Thomas is becoming far too tempting to remain here. I have to do what I don't want to. I can't risk losing him nor ruining what we have. I can't tell Thomas that I'm in love. How could I possibly face him again once he tells me he can't return my affection?

Excusing herself from them, she went to one of Ryan's bathrooms on the second floor. She locked the door and sent a quick text to one man she knew she could count on to help her.

Barely a minute went by before her phone rang.

"Hey, Drake." She kept her voice low. "I need you to call me in five minutes and ignore how I respond."

"Okay." She could hear the curiosity in his tone. "What am I supposed to be calling about?"

Eyeing the closed door when she heard footsteps go by, she lowered her voice to barely above a whisper.

"That I have to come home immediately." She bit down on her lip over her decision. "It's time to leave Hollywood."

[365days365movies]

January 14, 2021: GoldenEye (1995) (Part 1)

He’s suave. He’s sophisticated. He’s spy. He’s...

The late, great Sean Connery. 

Ignoring the less then savory aspects of his personality (AKA the Barbara Walters interview...both of them), Connery is undoubtedly the most famous Scottish actor of all time. Sorry, Whovians, I love David Tennant, too. But Connery’s got him beat. He’s been in so many iconic films and roles, his influence is undeniable. But most famous of all is his turn as Agent 007, the man himself, James Bond.

I’ve seen all of Connery’s original Bond films (not counting Never Say Never Again), and my favorite is Goldfinger, in case you were wondering. But outside of that...I haven’t seen any Bond movies. Since him, the character’s been played by David Niven, George Lazenby (now THAT’S an interesting story, lemme tell you), Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton, and the two I’ll be looking at this month: Pierce Brosnan and Daniel Craig.

I’ll be looking at Brosnan tomorrow, in Casino Royale. But today, I’m looking at arguably the third most-famous Bond, Pierce Brosnan, in one of the most famous modern Bond movies, GoldenEye.

Also, yeah, never played the game I KNOW IT WAS A ‘90S CLASSIC I WASN’T ALLOWED TO HAVE VIDEO GAMES. 

So, what to expect from a Bond film? Well, I’ve got a checklist here, hold on...HERE we go:

Gadgets

Girls

Good-for-Nothings

...Good music?

I’m feeling a little alliterative of late. But, yeah, looking for the Bond Girl, looking for cool gadgets, looking for dastardly villains, and listening for the theme song for the film. Got my list set, and expectations are set to Connery levels. Let’s do this, shall we?

Recap

We start at a dam in Russia. Bond James Bond (Pierce Brosnan) is infiltrating the dam, and we get our gadgets checked off right away, as he whips out an acetylene torch. He barges in on a guy in the bathroom (rude, and awkward), then meets up with Alec, AKA Agent 006 (Sean “he dies, he’s the villain, or he’s the villain who dies” Bean).

Yeah, calling it now, Alec here’s gonna die, or he’s the villain, or he’s the villain who’s gonna die. It’s Sean Bean. More importantly, it’s Sean Bean in the ‘90s. There are very few options for him. Anyway, the Russians try to stop them from blowing up the plant, and...well, Alec’s being held hostage. Yyyyyyup. And he gets shot?

I don’t know how...but I’m betting that he’s still the villain. He’s Sean Bean. C’mon. He doesn’t die this early in a movie.

The unambiguously evil Russian general (hey, the Cold War just ended) almost get Bond, but he escapes in typical Bond fashion. They chase after him, and Bond chases an airplane. How, do you ask? I WILL FUCKING SHOW YOU HOW.

WHAT??? WHAT??? Physics just broke, and Issac Newton just tunneled to China. And then the facility blows up.

And THEN the opening begins. Let’s hear the Bond song and check out the opening.

...WOW. Just...I mean...OK, so Bond songs. From the first Bond movie, Dr. No, up until the one before this one, Licence to Kill, the intros were designed and directed by Maurice Binder. They were all composed of silhouetted women, often against colorful backgrounds, and almost always nude or skimpily dressed. There would often be themes or objects seen in the film itself, and sometimes actual scenes, often projected onto women themselves. They all definitely had a similar feel and style. And then, Binder sadly passed away in 1991.

Enter Daniel Kleinman. This is Kleinman’s first take, and this is also the first movie to use CGI. While it’s not terribly obvious or gaudy in the film proper, Kleinman uses this new technology to make this intro SURREAL AS HELL. It expresses the film’s connection to the fall of Soviet Russia, and a post-Cold War society. And is does that in a pretty obvious, if abstract and dramatic, manner. And honestly, on retospect...yeah. It definitely works. Even the song, which is sung by Tina Turner and written by Bono (yes, really), works well by itself, and in my opinion, better when with the actual film. So, crazy and weird as this sequence it...kinda grew on me. I like it! Weird, but I like it a lot.

We cut to nine years later, with Bond taking a woman on a drive/race on a cliffside highway with...well, there’s our Bond girl! This is Famke Jannsen, playing...Xenia Onatopp.

Yes. Really. Oh boy. We aren’t being even slightly subtle about this, huh.

The woman in the car demands him to stop, and they make out, as one would expect. That night, he heads to a party, as James Bond does. At the party, James enters a card game with Xenia. Again...as James Bond does. This is immediately followed by him hitting on Xenia, ordering a vodka martini (shaken not stirred), introducing himself as “Bond, James Bond,” commenting on the Bond Girl’s name, and saying suave shit. 

HOLY SHIT THAT SENTENCE ALONE HAPPENED WITHIN 1 MINUTE OF SCREEN TIME

Look, movie, when you got a Bond...you gotta space that shit out. Ration it a little bit, not front load all of it WITHIN FIVE MINUTES AFTER THE OPENING’S FINISHED. It’s like giving someone a beer, and then they EAT THE FRIDGE.

Jesus. OK, Miss Moneypenny (Samantha...Bond, that’s neat!) gives Bond some information, tells him not to have sex with Xenia until they tell him to (yes, really), and then say’s that she trusts he’ll say…”On-a-Topp of things.”

YES. REALLY.

Speaking of Xenia, she’s with an Admiral, having the most TERRIFYING sex I’ve ever seen in a movie. And I’m legit not sure if he survived after it. Like, real talk, it was...frightening. Somebody steals his ID, real nonchalant like, and we cut to the next morning, after his maybe-death? James makes it onto the yacht the next morning (they were on a yacht, by the way), planning on getting some information.

Meanwhile, the ID is used by...someone...to get into a leader of global military leaders. Pretty sure the Admiral got Kegel’d to death; not even joking, it’s a real possibility, and I am shaken AND stirred. And so was the Admiral.

See? Toldja.

Looks like their unveiling a new tactical helicopter, the Tiger. However, the pilots are shot by Xenia and someone else, and they take their place, stealing the helicopter. Bond tries to stop it...even though there’s literally no way he could’ve known they were going to steal the helicopter? I mean, I guess you could assume that, but...I dunno, it’s a stretch.

Meanwhile, in Siberia, a group of radar analysts or some such, where we meet Boris (Alan Cumming, who I feel like I never see play an actual Welsh person...or in a good movie) and Natalya (Izabella Scorupco). Boris is a thirsty computer nerd who hacks the US government for fun (because ‘90s nerds in movies were basically only this), and Natalya puts up with him.

The Tiger helicopter arrives, carrying Xenia and the General (Gottfried John, by the way) from the dam 9 years ago. They show up here, seeking something. Xenia shoots up the place, killing everybody except Natalya (and maybe Boris, since we didn’t see him die). Xenia, by the way, appears to be a straight sadist, enjoying inflicting pain on unsuspecting victims. The two leave, getting what they came for.

London! James Bond returns to MI6 headquarters, and meets his secretary Miss Moneypenny, who calls him the fuck OUT. She is my favorite character now.

MI6 has intercepted a distress call from the station in Siberia, and found the helicopter. The mission is heard by both Bond and M (Dame Judi Dench herself, pre-Cats). Meanwhile, the base in Siberia is hit an electromagnetic pulse originating from an orbiting satellite, which causes EVERYTHING to explode. Pretty sure that’s not what EMPs do, but why not? Suspension of disbelief. 

Natalya’s still alive in there, by the way. And she’s not having a great day. You know those work days, right? Your coworkers are all dead, your equipment and office space explode, you’re trapped in a burning building, two American jets get hit by an EMP and crash into the building. Mondays, amirite?

And in case literally everything didn’t make it clear by now, this is a Cold War movie, taking place after the Cold War was concluded. See, the McGuffin for this film (it’s a Bond film, it’s kind of a requirement) is Project GoldenEye, a nuclear weapon meant to detonate in the upper atmosphere, creating an EMP. The weapon was developed during the Cold War, and has now been stolen by the Janus Crime Syndicate, whose heads include Xenia Onatopp. General Ourmunov is also suspected to be a part of it.

This information all comes out during an exposition speech, as is standard for a Bond movie. But after that speech...OH...OH, it’s so good. See, up until now, Miss Moneypenny was really the only major female recurring supporting character in Bond’s life. But we’ve flipped the script, having M played by Dame Judi Dench. And lemme tell ya...what follows is Dench REAMING BOND THE FUCK OUT. And it’s glorious.

Mind changed, M is now my favorite character. She tells him what’s what, then gives him his mission: get GoldenEye back.

We finally get our big gadgets showcase, as we see...Q (Desmond Llewelyn)! First introduced in From Russia With Love in 1963, Q is the MI6’s spy gadget man, and has been played by Llewelyn since then! He’s the only remaining cast member from the original Connery films, and it’s awesome to see him here! He’s been in more James Bond movies than anyone else, at 17. Sadly, he died in 1999, but it’s still cool to see him! We get cool gadgets, of course, including a pen grenade, a car with missiles behind the headlights, a leather belt with a grapple, a LOT of shit in the background, and a missile hidden in a leg cast and wheelchair. This is such a funny sequence, and absolutely the best scene in the movie so far, holy shit. More of THAT, please.

Meanwhile, in St. Petersburg, the General finds out that Natalya is alive, as well as Boris being missing. Calling it now, he’s been taken by Janus, or he’s working with them. Bond arrives and meets up with CIA Agent Jack Wade (Joe Don Baker), whom I also really like. He’s had enough of Bond’s spy bullshit, and he cuts to the point. He also identifies himself by showing a rose tattoo with the name of his ex-wife, Muffy. Yes, really.

Bond meets up with a Russian gangster whom he has a...pre-existing relationship with. Apparently, he shot him in the knee, then slept with his wife. You stay classy, Jimmy. You stay classy. This man is Valentin Zukovsky (Robbie Coltrane), an ex-KGB agent and current gang leader. He tells him that the head of Janus is descended from Cossacks, a group of Russians that worked for the Nazis in World War II.

Natalya finds a way to contact Boris over the internet, who tells her to trust no one, and sets up a meeting with her at a church. This is, of course, a trap, as Boris is working with Janus. Xenia, for her part as a Bond Girl, does her duty and finds James to have sex with. Xenia, it should be noted, is ABSOLUTELY THE FREAKIEST of the Bond Girls. Like, Goddamn is she kinky, you have no idea. Like...is this sex or a fight scene? The film genuinely can’t decide.

Bond forces Xenia to take him to the head of Janus, who’s in a Soviet statuary of some kind. And who’s waiting there but…

Yup. Called it.

See you (and Sean “died, but didn’t die, and is a villain, but is still gonna die” Bean) in Part 2!

[crybabytoy59]

The Meeting (reworking)

The meeting.

I was so aroused that day my first weekend to myself in a long time my business consuming most but all of my time. Often i wished i was not such a product of my own success. looking through all the ad’s I had found on Craig’s list that evening a warm sunny day i had left work at lunchtime giving my staff the afternoon off as i did each Friday of a “Play Weekend”.

Now sat on my favourite wee leather kneeling stool in my pink pvc maids dress, a pink cartoon fairy disposable Nappy, with two large 4000ml pads both i had cut to let my pee pass through to the next this made for a very swollen Nappy plus i could wet multiple times, over them my pink pvc popper nappy cover i loved the softness of them plus i found the smell of the soft pink rubber Very overpowering. Next my huge frilly silk pants I had custom-made they had a Huge frilly heart at the rear inside the huge frilly white layered heart was embroidered the word “crybaby” ! Around the pants layers of silk and lace stood out ward around six inches! With the nappy under them my butt looked huge, the hem of the pink maids uniform only just hid the bulky Sissy Pants my petticoat pushing the huge hemlines upwards to almost 90deg such was the fullness of the handmade garments custom-made for me by an ebay seller i had become friends with she had made all of my wardrobe.

I decided to place an ad of my own on craigslist working on a small window of who I was as a sissy Abdl/bondage play Thing....posting it my heart was racing...

I went back to my usual internet bank of clips and pictures, feeling more and more aroused i put the first Baby bottle to my lips the huge teat filling my mouth as the warm milk slid over my tongue i swallowed compressing the teat as i did made it refill starting an almost siphoning effect i gulped it down.

I was going to have the weekend to myself to play my self bondage games, taking myself further each time I played....

But this was interrupted by a ping from Craig’s list..I had a reply to my ad?...it was from a couple they had read my ad and felt very sad for me that I felt I would never get to be who lived inside of me, they also said they had followed the link to my tumblr and that my stories were very good....We need to talk “Baby”..was all they put ..a link appearing to a WhatsApp page...this I followed I typed in a simple “Hi I found your reply to my ad ...would you like to talk?” I waited but nothing came back, so I went to close it and noticed someone was typing...

A reply came ! “Clever Baby...that was your first “Little” step...Now as it’s Friday night are you playing by yourself? ( my ad told of my self play at weekends to

Fuel my Kink) I typed in “Yes” no my keyboard, almost instantly a reply came ...how long do you play Baby?  I replied that I was off this weekend so I am going to play All weekend 😜....a reply came...Well you have read our ad would you like to meet for a drink and a chat?....”Eh yes please but it’s getting late?” ..Don’t fret we stay Very close to you....I was confused by this as their ad said a different area..so I typed a message back...

I think we stay in different areas? ...it’s ok Baby our ad is old we have moved..Ok you have 30mins ! are you dressed? If so put on something to cover up to go outside, if Not go and get dressed Now ! I typed back that i was already dressed for the evening.

Then we will see you in 30mins at  M* ,*******y,s in the car park we will be parked under the sign...park up then come to our Car under the sign 29mins “Baby”...

That was it even though I sent an Ok ..nothing more came back, so I rushed to get one of my boiler suit’s on as the bulk was so large I could fit nothing else on!...driving there I felt very nervous also my adrenaline was pumping so hard I felt I needed the toilet but time was ticking away... so I took Breath’s through the Need to go and they passed, sitting in the car with all my padding felt strange but nice I had never driven dressed up, in fact i had never went out in public with anything more than a simple Tena nappy in plain white so if I was discovered it could be explained away with a medical excuses, but this?...this was different i was in full sissy AB attire a huge padded rear with a swollen straining “Clittie” !!

As I drove into the car park there was a 4x4 under the sign! But only one person in it?... I parked up but was hesitant due to the single occupant, so thought to myself I would simply go over and ask for directions that way if I was wrong no harm..

As I got to the car the door opened to my surprise a man got out opening the back door...as I walked up he spoke “In the back Baby”. I did as I was Told,there was a girl in the back she spoke to me....”In Baby Kneel on the floor face me...Clever Baby..Open Wide!”

The car had one of the back seats removed so there was a space on the floor with a changing mat in its place,this mat had Winnie the Pooh bear characters on it ! I felt something being put around my ankles & I panicked slightly....Blurting out ...”P,p,please are we not going for a chat?” Suddenly my mouth was pulled open from behind as the girl pushed in a rubber ball gag with a face harnessing, this was pulled Very tightly! My arms were forced behind me and locked In cuffs! I was spun around and a hood pulled over my face, next I was in the seat with a seatbelt put over me.m The door shut then the second door shut as the car started up.....she spoke to me.... “Clever Baby Sit Still just a short drive and we will be home....Then Cutie The Fun Will Begin....Baby we Are going to make Your stories seem like a soft fairytale.....tell me Cuteness are you a bit afraid at the moment ? (I nodded) Clever Baby...You Have Good reason to be Afraid....what’s this all under here Eh? you can Hardly Sit !...don’t fret Baby... we are going to make sitting Very uncomfortable for You!” They both laughed but not a funny laugh ...a Deeply wicked laughter.....That’s us here Baby let’s get you inside so we can have a better Look at You Babyslave!!”....I was taken into their home...the hood was Not removed... they put a spreader bar on my ankles then he spoke “Now Baby I want you to wet and mess yourself in a moment so kneel for us...Eh Now Babyslave!”..... (if any of you have knelt with a spreader bar on its quite difficult) ..I collapsed to My Knees, The hood was bellowing in and out over my face as I gasped, she spoke to me “Ok let me explain what is happening as You potty for us....(the hood was being unfastened as she spoke to me) My Name is Mistress M....that is Master D when we allow You to talk you will talk with a lisp like the Little You Are....a Three year old girlie Got that ?” I nodded as the hood came off...I was blinking because there was a bright light in my face I could see her but only a shadow figure, she continued “Baby we are going to have a weekend together, if after that you would like us to keep You we will take that next step... should you wish to leave your free to do so...Ok? You can answer past the gag we will understand You...” I told them Yes lisping best I could past the gag, she spoke again.......”Now The Hard Part Babyslave!....You will have No Safeword  & No limits!! We will not hurt you permanently or leave you scared in any way...Only perhaps mentality ! Now Babyslave Master D is going to uncuff you, if you want to leave put your arms out in front of you, But if You fully understands what I just told You & are the person in your “stories” I Want You to put your handies behind your head keeping them there..Ok Babyslave Toy..time too choose ??”

I could now start to focus on her she was stunning! Long black hair in a ponytail she was very slim around 5’9″ tall smiling down at me...

I put my hands together behind my head interlocking My fingers.....

This was what they had hoped for they had spent hours looking over ads reading through them they had come across his ad it was very different from most as it held an Abdl content as she read over this Mistress Mandy smiled she knew of abdl but had not chosen that path in her FEM DOM career, but now older looking to retirement both her and her husband were looking towards having her Deepest Fantasy fulfilled to use a genuine submissive without bounds other than the physical limits of the human body the Mind ..well that was a different thing altogether !! Reading his ad she had become very wet....asking her husband over to look at the ad she was grinning ear to ear ! Turning to his wife he smiled are You sure ?...but he could already tell this new Toys fate was sealed, she smiled “yes darling am sure the abdl will give us a huge Humiliation element to his training, plus i kind of like that I could have him collapsing into a Babyslave’....Ok message him I lets see what happens darling was all he said.

They could not believe there luck not only was he Deeply submissive he was alone at home for the weekend already Playing !! The next bit was simple as she typed “Baby you have 30mins !” Heading in the car too there home she was throbbing with want a Deep Want of Dominance her way, a wish about to be fulfilled, they parked up...five mins latter a silver Bmw drove into the car park facing them as he stepped out she turned smiling “That him look at the shape”...he got out opening the door....

Her thoughts returned to her she spoke to him “Clever Babyslave Ok lets begin Get her up on her feet Master D”. I was pulled upright! She unzipped the suit as Master D pulled it down I felt a tug at the side then a ripping sound then a second tug followed by a second ripping sound as the hook on the blade cut through the black overalls....

I now stood before them in my pink maids uniform with the huge Nappy on, Master D lifted the dress at the sides then spoke “My my Mistress M look at this Sissy is already dressed to go to work for us!...” Mistress M spoke “Yes indeed Master D...But She has her very first task to do ..Don’t You Crybaby! Do it Now!....push Hard I want to see that Crybaby Face go red with Effort!,”

They both came around to watch the spectacle as I went Potty’Pants in front of them both ! I felt so Very ashamed but strangely I found I was Very turned on at the same time...she spoke to me “Clever girlie Crybaby is that it all out? ...then turn the fuck around so we can get a good look at your poopies” as I turned in the spreader bar I couldn’t believe my eyes I was in a dungeon!! It had every bondage Toy around whips,paddles,leather straps,hoods, cases with strange-looking equipment in them....

She patted my rear lightly Sit Down!” As I bent I could feel the mess spreading up my back. Suddenly my hips was held and I was slowly lowered on to something? It was a knee ? Mistress M came around in front of me then bent forwards “Bounce on Master Daddy’s Knee Crybaby! ....this was something I knew about them from there page..they were both heavily into Humiliation !! As I bounced I felt a smack to My rear! Then Master Daddy Spoke taking my hips “No Crybaby like this !” He forced me up & down getting more & more forceful as he did, Mistress M spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s better isn’t it!..yes ? (They both giggled as I listed out a Wess) Louder Crybaby! Say it !..Clever girlie you bounce for Master Daddy as I get your first punishment set up....its time to see You Crying....

She wheeled over a large box it was black the top had a hole around 8” Mistress M opened the top, inside was what looked like a saddle with a back to it, this had straps on it.

She loved this box a friend had given her the saddle and another carpenter friend had built the box, inside the black leather saddle was mounted on a leather-covered platform 2ft high this was oval so the Slave in the saddle had to both bend their knees wide but angled under them once in the leather ankle cuffs, the back had a padded angular back rest with a built-in arm binder that laced up the rear once the slates hands were made immobile by the ball mittens, above this the lid had a round leather covered top a hole at its centre that was in two half’s so the slaves head would be the only thing seen once closed up tight. It’s Was truly a wicked bit of  BDSM furniture !!

Master Daddy was still Bouncing me at this point he then stopped, I still had my hands behind my head as I was genuinely afraid to move them ! Master Daddy then lifted me up the mess was spread everywhere I could now smell it, he pushed me forward towards the box he spoke to his wife “ Let’s hurry up as stinky butt here needs to appreciate The Gift we let her have Mistress Mummy” He then took the spreader bar off as she stood in front of me....

Mistress M spoke “Ok into the box for us Crybaby leggies Down the side of the saddle for Mistress Mummy..Clever girlie Crybaby arms down the back so Master Daddy can strap You into your armbinder” my arms were slowly being pulled together tighter and tighter, i started whimpering as my chest was forced forwards the more my arms tightened my shoulders became taut pulled relentlessly back, the last two straps crossed over my chest down over my shoulders to the waiting buckles these he wrenched upwards ! as I jerked due to the force he spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby..lets close this up”  patting my head He positioned the top rear part then spoke “headie all the way back....Clever Crybaby Hold Still for us “Master Daddy pushed closed the front part then locked the two half’s together now only my head was out the box, Mistress Mummy had a rubber hood this one went on tightly it covered my head but left my face open framed by black rubber, Master Daddy had what looked like a large helmet in two half’s with buckles all over it to join the two half’s together, at the mouth it had a short oval tube, Mistress Mummy spoke to me “Open Wide Crybaby! “ as I did the tube was forced into my mouth i had to open really wide to accept it...I whimpered as he pushed it on Very hard pulling the two half’s together the oval passed behind my teeth holding my mouth open, he strapped it on tightly! I heard pumping as the inside of the helmet Got tighter!.. It was inflatable !!

Master Daddy put a tube from the back of the box to the helmet at the rear, then patted my head walking off, Mistress Mummy squatted down at my side as she spoke “Ok Crybaby Master Daddy and I have to get something set up for you so sit here till we’re Ready for you Crybaby, as there was not much time to prepare Your punishment equipment for this evening...So as you Sit here contemplating what we’re going to do to You Crybaby here is a wee taster so too speak’ she giggled as Master Daddy came over with a red funnel this had a tube from it around six inches long, handing it to Mistress Mummy she started pushing it in my nostril hole! Next Master Daddy did something to the box and it tilted backwards! As she held the funnel he lifted A condom full of a huge load ! Without warning he poured it into the funnel! I could feel it go down the back of my throat, it was still warm! I started to tear up as I knew this pair meant every word of their Dominance over me...with her other hand Mistress Mummy pushed a cock gag into my mouth making me hold it!  As she strapped it behind my head.

“Clever Baby hold that until we get back did you like Mummy & Daddy’s Gift ...Yes Cutie it was from us both You made us so het we had to Make love..But we didn’t want our Baby to miss out so Mistress Mummy squatted Over the wee funnel as she climaxed Master Daddy’s Gift Out to mix with hers...Clever girlie... Crybaby cock sucker!”

She removed the tube from my nose then pulled mask over my nose and mouth that clipped to the helmet via holes in its sides..I Suddenly heard a sound like the hollow tubes as a kid we would spin around our heads to make different sounds..but this tube echoed to my Breaths as I slowly started to smell my rear only much stronger !!!

Mistress loved this bit of the Box as it had a built in fan that made the slave have to endure whatever they decided to put in the box, she had put many things into the Box at her clients ask, But this time ? This was her choice her devious plan to slowly reprogram his mind to her will..Her wants and needs...

They seemed to have been away for ages, with me sat in the box kneeling over the saddle smelling my own mess!..I tested the bonds but it made the smell stronger as I moved spreading my mess even further around my now soaking wet nappy !! when the door opened Mistress Mummy was first to walk in she had changed into a black rubber skirt and white rubber top it was sleeveless she had on black rubber tights and hold ups...She strode over without a word then picked up an item a strange two foot long tube, it had a shaft from it with a handle the inner and outer shaft were threaded at the base of the inner it looked like an oval leather pad...Mistress went behind me screwed it to the back of the box....as Master Daddy came in he had on a black rubber shirt and rubber pants on the front of these was a pouch...He stood in front of me then spoke “Now Crybaby we have everything set up for You so now let’s give You a look at what Is ahead” ..then Mistress Mummy Spoke “Right Crybaby look back at me..Clever girlie Crybaby Keep looking at Me!!” Suddenly I felt something in my back pushing me forward into more of an arch....”Clever girlie Crybaby Keep looking at Me !” It started to hurt being bent in an arch the more I arched the less movement I had till I could simply Not move! I started crying...

“Awww Clever girlie Crybaby...tears already look Master Daddy real tears, seems Crybaby has very low limits poor thing”...Master Daddy just chuckled as he took the pouch off his shorts, Mistress Mummy removed the harness then the gag. In front of me he was already swollen, straddling the box pushing into the mouth hole..”Right Crybaby lets give You a good skull Fucking...then we can take you to get cleaned up for your Obedience Training!”....he started slowly entering my mouth!!....mistress mummy held my head  looking down at me as I gagged for air as I was throat fucked by this man i had only just met !!

“Clever girlie Crybaby work Master Daddy’s Dummy nice and you get air ! if not ? No Air cuteness...that’s a girlie!” Master Daddy withdrew as I gasped for air, he spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby just like that suck with your cute Baby tongue under Master Daddy’s Dummy....Clever girlie Crybaby here we go Deeper this time though cuteness ! Hold her nice and tightly Mistress Mummy, she needs to learn To sallow !”....Mistress mummy forced me on his shaft as I wrenched I felt him swelling then the first spasm! Mistress mummy barked at me “Don’t You Dare pass out Crybaby!! Swallow! ..Do it every last drop of Master Daddy’s gift!”

Fuck this was all she had hoped for he was a true submissive as they worked there trade he had simply collapsed tears streaming from him at the realisation they were Very much in control a control they would use to train him to total submission a compliment Babyslave that they and there friends would use...Yes she would take her time show her DOMINANT friends just how she could mould a SLAVE....

[redshirtgal]

Sometimes Memory Alpha picks the worst photos to represent a character. For example, this one. Identified only as a sciences crew woman in “The Alternative Factor,”  this young lady looks like the last person in the world you would want to approach. That look would freeze winter in its tracks. But did you know this episode was not her only appearance?

But actually, she has quite a pleasant smile and seems to be on good terms with Charlene Matthews and her assistant.  One thing we can determine by both photos is that she has quite a distinctive hair style. And that makes it easy to identify her throughout the several episodes she is in.

Going by production order, this young crew woman first appeared as part of the audience in this scene of “The Conscience of the King.” Sadly, it is impossible to determine where she is because of the lighting. Even sadder, she is never given a name in any episode. So our only recourse is to either make up one or call her by her stage name, Carey Foster. And since the only made up name we could think of was Yeoman Side Flip.... well, yeah. Carey Foster is a much better choice.

Foster appears for the second time in “The Squire of Gothos” (in the upper left corner) merely as one of those crew members who blend into the background on the bridge. Although she is certainly going somewhere in a hurry. 

Her appearance in “The Alternative Factor” was her third as a science crew woman. Not only does her hair style stand out but so do her long legs. Those legs might be part of the reason the crewman is grinning while he is watching her carry her coffee starting with the moment she pulls it out of the food synthesizer slot and all the way up to the moment she joins Lt. Masters and her assistant. Btw, watch this scene on your own and see if you can identify the crewman who seems so entranced with her. One odd factoid worth noting - according to Star Trek Fact Check (http://startrekfactcheck.blogspot.com/) , it appears that Carey Foster along another extra were upgraded from background extra to performer. Which we believe means they both were paid SAG wages. The blog backs this up with notes from the production sheet. That’s a nice little bump in salary, so evidently (as the blog surmises) both Carey Foster and another extra by the name Tom Steele were part of a deleted scene in which they both had a line. We don’t even see this male extra in the final version so we can’t tell if he is the same Tom Steele who was an extra in “Bread and Circuses.” At least Ms Foster’s part was kept in the scene after the deletions were made. 

The next time we see her is in “This Side of Paradise” when she is part of the crew who beamed down to Omicron Ceti III to join Spock, McCoy, Sulu and the others who have already decided to stay there rather than serve on the Enterprise. In the first photo, you can easily identify Carey from the back of her head. But if you aren’t sure, take a look at the second photo where she turns slightly to the side and you can tell it is the same crew woman.  Also, take a good look at the hair of the young lady in front of her. We can’t be positive, but the color and style of her hair looks very much like that of the red skirt in the front of the audience at the end of “The Conscience of the King.”  How frustrating that we recognize her in that episode but cannot identify where Carey Foster appears. 

Carey exchanges her science blues for technical services red in “The Devil in the Dark.” She is practically the first person the captain sees when he exits the turbolift and returns to the bridge at the end. And yes, that is definitely the same actress as the science crew woman we saw in “The Alternative Factor.” One look at that hair...

In “Errand of Mercy” Carey Foster is still in her red uniform and appears to be handing Captain Kirk a tricorder instead of a clipboard just before the Klingon attack at the start of the episode. 

We could not make a positive ID but we are almost sure this is the final appearance of Carey Foster in “Operation Annihilate.” The hair is close to the right color and there certainly is an upturn in her hair where it hits her shoulders. Production notes verify she is in this episode, according to Memory Alpha. However, we can’t promise you this is her. Still, she has had an amazing run. Carey Foster appeared in a total of seven episodes, which is pretty good for an extra. Not many of the ones who played a unnamed crewman got called back for more than two or three episodes. Why was this actress so lucky? 

(Above - two early publicity photos of Carey Foster. Note the hairstyle in the second photo)

Possibly because she first appeared in several episodes of The Lieutenant, the first television series created and produced by Gene Roddenberry. After all, Joseph D’Agosta was The Lieutenant’s assistant casting director and became the casting director for Star Trek’s entire run. This could easily be a coincidence but then many actors who appeared on Star Trek also appeared in The Lieutenant including Gary Lockwood, Don Marshall, Leslie Parrish, and Nichelle Nichols.  Actually, Carey’s first Hollywood break was through her talent as a dancer. She had always wanted to dance since she was a young girl. She was so talented, she was allowed to enter an elite dance studio at the age of eleven, where she was given a full scholarship. On the day of her audition, she encountered her role model, Leslie Caron. Two of her dance studio classmates were Annette Funicello and Liza Minelli.  At age 16, she auditioned for a part in West Side Story. She and the other girls followed the directions of both Jerome Robbins and Director Robert Wise and she was one of the lucky ones chosen for a part. However, because her young age required a tutor on set and specific work hour requirements, she and some other young ladies were let go. But even though her dance career got off to a rough start, Miss Foster still found work dancing in industrial entertainment films (which were the subject of a fascinating documentary called Bathtubs Over Broadway).

 A choreographer friend got her a stint working at the recently opened Cal-Neva Lodge in Lake Tahoe. Frank Sinatra was the owner and she recounts that he took the younger dancers under his protective wing, asking them to point out anyone who bothered them. From there, she landed a spot as one of the dancers seen on The Dean Martin Show.  With more exposure, Carey was able to successfully land work as a dancer in several Hollywood movies. Above is her appearance as one of the Winter-A-Go-Go dancers in the movie of the same name.  She is the second dancer from the right (in front of the young man in the green sweater).

There was another better known actress in this movie by the name of Julie Parrish, who played DeeDee. She is the young lady dressed in purple in the promotional poster to the left. We know her as Miss Piper, the assistant of Commodore Mendez in “The Menagerie,” Part One. 

Carey Foster also appeared in similar roles in Annette Funicello’s Pajama Party and Elvis Presley’s Kissin’ Cousins. Carey is the one in the teal top above. At the bottom of the photo you can see a girl with a yellow bikini top. That is the female lead of the movie, Yvonne Craig. Carey remembers Elvis as being very personable and starved for conversation with the younger cast members. Annette Funicello, on the other hand, was stand-offish and didn’t spend much time socializing on the set. Ms Funicello’s name is probably not familiar to many people outside of us Baby Boomers who remember her as the darling of many a Walt Disney production.

Not listed in her IMDb credits, but confirmed in an interview with Carey Foster (as Emmy Lou Crawford) in the Santa Barbara Sentinel, was an appearance in the 1969 blockbuster hit, Hello Dolly! She is the lady in the yellow dress seated to Barbara Streisand’s left. This would have been one of her last appearances in Hollywood, although she was an assistant choreographer on 1969′s television special for Jack Benny’s birthday celebration. By that time, Carey was married and had a family. Her husband, John Robert Crawford, had a one film Hollywood career. Howard Hawks hired him based purely on his race car prowess to appear in Red Line 7000. The only thing noteworthy about that movie was the appearance of up and coming co-star James Caan. Together they had one daughter, Sean Crawford. Hollywood was losing its appeal and Carey Foster was now becoming more interested in making sure her daughter had the best education possible.

To achieve that, Carey Foster went back to using her real name of Emmy Lou Crawford and became a certified Montessori instructor. And of course, a dance teacher. Now she and her daughter Sean have opened their own studio, Inspire Dance. From that smile on her face, Emmy Lou seems to revel in encouraging young dancers just the way she was growing up.

[chuffyfan87]

Growing Pains. Part 1d (NSFW)

“Sorry.” He laughed gently and got up to go into the other room with the boys.

By the time the film finished the girls and Duffy were all sobbing at the romantic ending, even Tilly!

Charlie wandered into the lounge with a box of tissues. “You might be needing these?”

"Don't laugh!" Duffy sniffled, grabbing a tissue.

“I’m not laughing.”

"Have the boys finished killing all extraterrestrial life in the cosmos?"

“Yes they have. They’re just going up to bed.”

"And that's where you girls should be headed too." Duffy added.

Tilly groaned, “But it’s early!”

"Come on you've all had a busy day. Plus me and your dad are tired too from someone waking us up at 6am!"

The twins looked at each other and giggled. “I’m not sure who that was...”

"I wonder..!" Duffy chuckled. "Now off you go to bed."

“Night night mama.” All three girls said and kissed their mum’s cheek. Then they turned to their dad, “Night dad.” They kissed his cheek before all three went off to bed.

Whilst the kids were getting themselves into bed Duffy went through to the kitchen to make herself and Charlie some hot chocolate.

Charlie yawned and closed his eyes on the sofa. He was knackered.

Placing the mugs on the coffee table she snuggled up next to him. "Aw, my poor sleepy boy!" She teased.

He placed his hand on her thigh, “I’m getting too old.” He yawned again.

"Maybe but we survived." She smiled.

“We did.”

"We have five teenagers living under this roof - heaven help us!"

“It’s bedlam. But I love it.” He smiled.

"Its been nice to have the whole family back together even if it's just for Christmas." She smiled.

“I agree with you, it has.” He kissed her neck.

"How about we take these upstairs..." She indicated the mugs on the table. "...and I'll give you a back rub?" She suggested.

“Just a back rub? That all I get for Christmas these days.” He smirked.

"You were the one complaining you were tired..." She teased.

“Never too tired to make you come.”

"Such a charmer!" She giggled.

“I didn’t give you your Christmas present...”

"I was starting to think that maybe old age was making you forgetful..."

���I’m just hoping it fits.”

"What exactly are you implying by that?" She pouted.

“That I haven’t got the wrong size and it’s too big. Or I’ve misjudged how big your tits are and it’s too small up top. I wouldn’t be complaining...”

She shook her head indulgently at him. "Its not like my underwear drawer has a lock on it Charlie, you could just check and save yourself a lot of effort."

“I did. But I may have got distracted.” He smirked.

"That explains a lot!"

“Explains what?”

"I thought it was one of the kids that had rifled through it. Apparently I was wrong."

“Why would the kids be going through your underwear drawer?”

"That's what I couldn't quite figure out either. I thought maybe they thought I'd hidden their presents in there or something." She shrugged.

He laughed gently and stood up, holding his hand out for Duffy. “Shall we?”

"I thought you'd never ask." She smiled, taking his hand.

Together with their mugs of hot chocolate, Charlie and Duffy went upstairs to bed.

Once upstairs Duffy sat on the bed resting back against the pillows and sipped her drink whilst she waited to see where Charlie had hidden her present.

He’d hidden it under the bed. He pulled out quite a large gift bag. “Here we go, beautiful. Merry Christmas.”

She raised an eyebrow as he placed it on the bed, she'd been expecting something smaller.

“Open it and you’ll find out what’s inside.”

Taking hold of the bag she disappeared into the bathroom, letting out several childlike squeals of glee as she examined the contents.

It was a series of presents. A new underwear set (that he’d hoped he’d got right, beautiful colouring to match her skin tone) a new necklace and bracelet and two bottles of her favourite perfume. As well as a few other small bits and bobs.

After what seemed like forever Duffy finally poked her head out from behind the bathroom door, a purposefully neutral expression on her face.

“Is it ok? Does it fit?”

"Well, it took me a few moments to figure out exactly how to get it on..."

“What do you mean?” He frowned.

"Trust you to go for the bells and whistles model rather than something standard." She teased. "Its a good job I'm still pretty flexible so I could do it up!"

“Do I get to see how beautiful you are in it? Or do I have to use my imagination?”

"Oh I'm sure you've already done that plenty of times since you bought it!" She giggled. "Close your eyes!"

Charlie closed his eyes.

Duffy opened the door wider and re-entered the bedroom, sliding on a pair of heels as she passed her dresser. She stood before him, the present he'd bought her hidden from his view by her silk dressing gown that was tied at the waist, she'd also refreshed her hair and make up. "You can open your eyes again."

Charlie opened his eyes. He ran his gaze over Duffy, “You are so gorgeous.”

"Would you like to help me with the final unwrapping?" She asked, her hands playing with the tie of her dressing gown.

He reached up to untie her dressing gown, revealing the set underneath. He gasped.

"What is it with you and ribbons?" She teased gently.

He pushed off her dressing gown, allowing it to fall into a heap onto the floor. He ran his fingertips across the material of her breasts, “Fucking hell.”

"You approve of your present to yourself then?"

“I really do.” He swallowed. “You’re stunning.”

She cast her eyes over him. "You appear to be rather overdressed for the occasion."

“Would you like to undress me?”

"You really have gotten lazy in your old age!" She remarked as she bent over to reach for the bottom of his tshirt.

His hands began to roam her body. She really hadn’t changed in the last twenty odd years.

"And here was me thinking that getting a toddler dressed and undressed was the most difficult thing to do. Turns out I was wrong!" She smirked.

“Would you like me to stand up?”

"No, just keep your hands to yourself for a minute whilst I get your tshirt over your head!" She chided playfully.

“Sorry.” He smirked. “It’s your fault for being too bloody sexy!”

"If you don't behave yourself I'll just go to bed instead." She replied, placing her hands on her hips and giving him a stern look.

“Oh I intend to behave.” His cock twitched because of her stern look.

"Good boy. Now how about we get you out of those uncomfortable clothes?"

“Best idea you ever had.” He undid his belt and removed his trousers, leaving him sat in just his boxers.

"Now that's a lot better." She smiled as she straddled herself across his lap.

He grabbed her breasts, “Duffy?”

"Yes darling?" She asked, draping her arms around his neck.

“Who’d have thought it, hey?” He smiled. “You and me, raising our beautiful children into adults and teenagers. Nobody thought it would happen, did they?”

"They all expected you to have gotten bored of me by now."

“Yeah they did.” He sighed, “Sex with you is different.”

"Thank you. I think..." She chuckled.

“Always has been. Even now. After all this time.”

"You make me feel old when you phrase it like that!" She pouted.

He kissed her pout. “I can fuck you and make love to you in the same breath. That’s different.”

"How skillful of you!" She giggled.

His fingertips ran up her back, “I love you.”

"Good!"

“And you look fit as fuck, in that.”

Duffy couldn't help but laugh at his remark. "And you've been spending far too much time around our teenage sons!"

“Maybe.” His hands moved around the front of her and cupped her breasts.

"Though that does remind me that I meant to ask the boys what Jake's friend meant by a word he used to describe me the other week."

“What did he call you?”

"They were discussing a film they'd seen and they were comparing me to the mum of one of the characters. I didn't quite catch the start of what Andy said but Craig seemed very enthusiastic in his agreement though Jake didn't look too impressed." She shrugged.

Charlie laughed, “Craig didn’t call you a milf, did he?”

"Yes! That was it! Is that even a word?!"

“And you have no idea what it means?” He smiled and met her eye.

"No... Have I missed something..? Tell me!" She pouted.

“Craig wants to fuck you.” He smiled, “Milf stands for mother I’d like to fuck.”

"What?!" She gasped. "But... But... I've known those boys since they were seven! That's so wrong!" She covered her face with her hands, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Would appear you might be wank bank material.” Charlie shifted her slightly, he seemed to get harder thinking about someone else wanking over her. “You’re beautiful. And these lads are seeing that.”

"How am I supposed to face them now?!" She moved to bury her face in her husband's shoulder.

“By being normal.”

She looked up. "Will you stop finding this so funny?"

“I find it turns me on.” He admitted, “Does it not make you a little bit horny? To know you’ve got a bunch of eighteen year olds wanking over you?”

"I honestly thought that you were the only one who indulged in that particular habit."

“Wanking? Or wanking over you?”

"Wanking over me. Believe me I'm well aware of the urges of males in that department!"

“Seems you’ve got a few more people who like to wank over you.” Charlie's hand began to stroke the outside of her knickers.

"You're really enjoying that fact aren't you? It doesn't make you jealous?"

“No it doesn’t make me jealous. Turns me on.” He whispered in her ear as he slowly moved her knickers to the side.

"Because you get the reality when they just get the fantasy?"

“Something like that.”

"Well, maybe we should stop talking so you can get on with enjoying the reality?" She suggested with a smile.

He pinged the elastic on her knickers and tapped her thigh, “Stand up so I can take these off. Or you take them off for me, I’ll watch you remove your wet knickers.”

She stood up, her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips. "I need your help, I struggled enough getting them on." She batted her eyelashes at him helplessly.

“Tell me what to do.” He smiled, moving closer to her.

"Well all these ribbons and bows are so confusing." She replied, her voice dripping with fake girlishness.

He laughed gently and untied the ribbons either side of her knickers. Watching as the knickers fell to the floor. “That’s much better.” He bit his lip.

"You did that in a lot less time than it took me to get them on!"

He pulled her back onto his lap. “I like unwrapping my gifts.”

"You've got quite a skill for it too."

His hands stroked her hips, “Come and sit on my face gorgeous.”

[ohprettyweeper-fics]

The Last Bandito: Vulture Generation

Part Five: Twisted Up Inside

Summary: Faylinn’s journey in New York continues, and Quinn contemplates leaving the hospital.  Warnings: Hospital setting and associated details.   Word Count: 1600 A/N: Book #2 of The Last Bandito series. Prompts are in bold; translations are from Google Translate. 

Masterlist

Quinn was tired. She was tired of the incessant beeping of the monitors around her and the blood draws and the coughing. She was tired of wearing a surgical mask everywhere she went and waiting for something that was entirely out of her control. 

Berit, the nurse who had encouraged Quinn to fight, came in every day, but the two women exchanged no words. After Quinn had told the nurse that she should accept Quinn’s fate just as Quinn had, they hadn’t spoken a single word to each other. Even when Berit informed her of any updates, that woman was talking more into the air than actually speaking to Quinn. 

And there was too much time to think about all of that. About everything. To think about her harsh words towards Berit, to think about who would take over her classes, to think about what was going to happen to her. She was coughing up more and more blood everyday; eventually, the blood she coughed up would exceed the amount for which her body could compensate. 

She had too much time to think about leaving. The New Dema scientists didn’t seem any closer to finding a cure for the Heathen virus, and Quinn knew that she could die waiting for it to happen. The scientists had been working on this for years, why would she be so lucky to see an answer in her lifetime?

“I brought you some books.”

Quinn’s train of thought was interrupted by the first words Berit had spoken to her in almost a week. She looked to the tray next to her where a few books were stacked. She looked at Berit, then back to the books, and back again. 

“A peace offering, I guess. I shouldn’t have pushed you when you were having a hard time — are having a hard time. So, I went to the library, checked out a few books on our history. I thought maybe you could still do some research while you were here.”

“Thank you,” Quinn replied quietly. 

Berit gave the hint of a smile. “You’re welcome. I remembered that you said you wanted to know more about the history of Old Dema and Trench, but a lot of those books have been stolen, so there’s a lockdown on them right now.”

“Stolen?” Quinn repeated, pulling the book from the top of the stack to her lap. 

“Stolen,” Berit repeated, jotting down Quinn’s latest vitals. “A group from Trench came and took them. Threatened Andre Weil in the process, and his assistant. We’re lucky they didn’t both with anyone else in The Conference, or hurt anyone.”

Quinn didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to know Ildri any better than she did to know that her friend was the mastermind behind that plan. She opened the book in her lap and began to read.

* * * * *

By the time Berit reached the nurse’s station again, Quinn was lost in the book about New Dema’s history. Berit watched through the window as her patient settled back against the pillows and the tension left her face for the first time since she had checked in to the hospital. 

Another nurse, Maija, approached Berit at the desk; she too glanced at Quinn before casually logging in to the computer to make notes on another patient’s chart. 

“Do you trust her?”

Berit shook her head. “No, but I trust her anger.”

Maija went back to her charting. Berit noted Quinn’s latest vitals, then leaned back in the desk chair. 

She had underestimated this woman when she first came to the hospital, thinking she had been a godsend who would have to be convinced to join them. But, Quinn was far more angry than Berit had imagined she would be. With any further luck, that anger would motivate Quinn to play the important role they needed her to play. 

* * * * *

Faylinn had been in and out of the publishing company’s office many times since she had arrived in New York, but this was by far the most tense she had been on any of the previous visits. 

Her manuscript had gone through several different lower-level editors, shaping her book into a product that would be read by Gavin Craig, the editor who would give her book the final acceptance — or rejection. Today, sitting across from him, they would go through the book together, and Gavin would decide if this whole trip was worth it or not. 

“Truly, Ms. McCarthy, we’re all excited about this manuscript. Having you here in person to polish your work and turn it into something even more spectacular than what we first read — I’ve been following the process every step of the way.”

Faylinn’s brow rose. “You have?”

Gavin nodded, pulling the manuscript closer to him. He fanned through the pages. “This world you’ve created — we all know of New Dema, of the legends that brought the city to its foundation. You’ve taken those legends and made them real. You’ve made Old Dema real.”

“Well, you see …” 

She trailed off as she carefully chose her next words. Whatever she told this man would potentially save her life or put her in even more danger. She thought once more of Ildri’s last words to her, and decided that, whether she liked the truth of it or not, Faylinn knew who she was. With a deep breath, she plunged headfirst into danger. 

“You see, Mr. Craig —”

“Please. Call me Gavin.”

“Gavin. The Old Dema that I have written about, the story I’ve crafted — it’s all based in truth. More truth than you realize. The Bishops are real, their Heathen virus is real. These characters, they’re all based on —” Though she began to name the people who had inspired her characters, Faylinn stopped. That was one betrayal she could not commit. “They’re all based on people who actually lived in the Demas.”

Gavin was the one to express his surprise now. “People you know? Personally?”

“I knew all of them,” she murmured, her heart wrestling with her use of the past tense. “At least, I thought I did. A long time ago.”

Faylinn gave him a tight smile, and Gavin was kind enough not to continue that part of their conversation. He reviewed with her the few revisions he wanted to see, then happily informed her that Regional Publishing House would be publishing and distributing her novel. 

The personal connections all floated away from Faylinn’s mind as the thrill of success took over. For years now, she had worked to find an idea. The moment the alarm had gone off in Old Dema that day, her fate had been put into motion. She felt in this moment that it was finally coming to fruition. 

“I want to fast track this — I’d like it on shelves by the end of the year. That means we’re going to have to promote like crazy. Shouldn’t be difficult, given the mystery surrounding Old Dema. True or not, your New Dema citizenship is going to give us an edge here.” Gavin clicked around on the computer. “Perfect. We’ve got a dinner with the company’s investors this weekend. You’ll be my date and we’ll start networking there.”

“This is happening fast.”

Gavin came around the front of the desk and took her hand in both of his. “I don’t want you to worry, Faylinn. I’m going to take care of everything. We’re going to hire you a personal assistant this afternoon and by tomorrow morning, someone will be taking care of all of these things for you.”

In the next moment, he was on the phone, arranging for a group of interns to come to his office that afternoon and be interviewed by Gavin’s own assistant, who was also directed to change Gavin’s dinner reservation to a plus-one. A frenzy of activity began like a whirlwind around her, and Faylinn felt nothing but pride at being the catalyst of such controlled chaos. 

* * * * *

After her lunch break, Berit checked in on Quinn again. She was surprised to see Quinn in regular dress, packing her things away, and in a hurry to boot. 

“Going somewhere?” Berit asked, leaning in the doorway. She stamped down her panic over losing such an important component of a plan that could shape the future of so many and successful feigned a casual composure. 

Quinn turned momentarily toward the door. “I can’t stay here. I’ve been reading these books about the founding of New Dema; those people were not afraid. They didn’t hide away because they were different. I abandoned my friend, perhaps when she needed me the most. I cannot stay here.”

“You have to stay here, Quinn,” Berit replied, hurrying to the other woman’s side and placing a hand on her arm. She allowed the panic to come through in her voice, if only to convey the desperation with which she wanted — needed — Quinn to stay. “You said it yourself. You’re dying.”

“Then I will die in Trench. Not here.”

“Please!” Berit begged, taking hold of Quinn’s hands. “Don’t go. You are dying, yes, but what if we can save you? What if I can save you?”

The tears that fell from Berit’s eyes were genuine; she feared what it meant for Quinn’s well-being if the latter woman were to leave the hospital. She feared what Quinn’s absence might mean for herself, as well. 

Quinn must have read the terror in Berit’s reaction because she dropped her bag to the floor, donned a surgical mask, and pulled Berit into a tight hug. 

“Okay,” Quinn promised in a quiet, soothing voice, “I’ll stay, Berit. I’ll stay.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Tags: @takenvysleep @tylersheavydirtysoul @apurdyfulmind @adversaryproject

[transgenderlies]

Countering transgender lies about Stonewall

Transgenders consistently lie about what happened at the Stonewall Inn in 1969. Their lie holds that the Stonewall riot was variously spurred by or chiefly carried out by transgenders, specifically “transwomen of colour” and even more specifically an “instigator” named Ray “Sylvia” Rivera. If you’d like all Stonewall-related transgender lies collected in one place, I would refer you to the so-called Transadvocate.

Of course this isn’t what happened. It was illegal to appear in public in the attire of the opposite sex in New York in 1969. You couldn’t just sashay down to the Stonewall of a Friday night for a watered-down drink served in a dirty glass, at least not without expecting hassles from cops. The Stonewall Inn was not an early Woody’s with weekly drag shows. The primary clientele was gay males, with some lesbians, and they were dressed like men and women, respectively, in most cases. Whatever “transgenders” frequented the Stonewall were actually drag queens, though that is a distinction without a difference here.

The facts are well established, except to lying transgenders. We have not merely the eyewitness accounts of gay men who were at the Stonewall that night (or the next two nights, or some combination), as in PBS’s Stonewall Uprising. We further have the direct statements from Sylvia Rivera herself, as recorded by recognized historians.

Eric Marcus, Making Gay History

Actually, it was the first time I had been to the friggin’ Stonewall. The Stonewall wasn’t a bar for drag queens. Everybody keeps saying it was. The drag queen spot was the Washington Square Bar, at Third St. and Broadway. This is where I get into arguments with people. They say, “Oh, no, it was a drag-queen bar, it was a black bar.” No. Washington Square Bar was the drag-queen bar.

If you were a drag queen, you could get into the Stonewall if they knew you. And only a certain number of drag queens were allowed into the Stonewall at that time. [...]

That first year after Stonewall, we were petitioning for a gay-rights bill for New York City, and I got arrested for petitioning on 42nd St. I was asking people to sign the petition.

I was dressed casually that day – makeup, hair, and whatnot. The cops came up to me and said, “You can’t do this.” I said, “My Constitution says that I can do anything that I want.” “No, you can’t do this. Either you leave or we’re going to arrest you.” I said, “Fine, arrest me.” They very nicely picked me up and threw me in a police car and took me to jail.

Martin Duberman, Stonewall

Washington Square was Sylvia’s special favo[u]rite. It opened at three in the morning and catered primarily (rather than incidentally as was the case with Stonewall) to transvestites[.] [...]

If she was going out at all... she would go to Washington Square. She had never been crazy about Stonewall, she reminded Tammy: Men in makeup were tolerated there, but not exactly cherished. [...]

If the raid went according to the usual pattern, the only people who would be arrested would be those without IDs, those dressed in the clothes of the opposite gender, and some or all of the employees. Everyone else would be let go with a few shoves and a few contemptuous words. The bar would soon reopen and they would all be back dancing. It was annoying to have one’s Friday night screwed up, but hardly unprecedented.

Note 39:

Section 887(7) of the New York State Criminal Code was the one traditionally invoked by the police against transvestites. The law was supposedly ignored on Halloween, though the police-department handbook specified that even then, someone dressed in costume had to be wearing a certain number of garments “appropriate” to their sex.

Note 40:

The eyewitness accounts in RAT (July 1969) specifically credits “one guy” (not a lesbian or a queen) for precipitating a scuffle by refusing to be put into the paddy wagon.... At least two people credit Sylvia herself with provoking the riot.... But I’ve found no corroboration for either account[,] and Sylvia herself, with a keener regard for the historical record, denies the accuracy of both versions. She does remember “throwing bricks and rocks and things” after the mêlée began, but takes no credit for initiating the confrontation.

David Carter, Stonewall: The Riots That Sparked the Gay Revolution

pp. 261–2:

The question of who gets credit for starting the riots is one that deserves consideration. The question, however, contains a premise: that an individual or group of individuals can be singled out as the prime mover in a complex process that many person s collectively created. This is important for two reasons. First, as John O’Brien pointed out, there was a continuum of resistance ranging from silent persons who ignored the police orders to move to those who threw objects at the police. O’Brien maintains that it was because of those person standing around and blocking the streets and sidewalks and keeping the police from being able to operate efficiently that he and others were able to engage in their tactics as effectively as they did: if there had been only about fifteen youths lobbing objects at the police the young men would have been quickly caught or chased away.

Second, I wrote the account of the first night to reflect my understanding of what happened, namely, that until the definitive outbreak of rioting when the police retreated inside the Stonewall Inn, there was throughout the evening both a gradual buildup of anger and, correspondingly, a gradual escalation in the release of that anger. In the course of that buildup there were numerous turning points, some more critical than others. With these qualifications noted, I think it is clear that special credit must be given to gay homeless youths, to transgendered men, and to the lesbian who fought the police.¹⁰

Footnote 10 from above:

Charles Kaiser suggested to the author that Stormé DeLarverie (see The Gay Metropolis: 1940–1996 [Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1997], p. 198) was this woman, but she could not have been. To cite only a few of the problems with this thesis, DeLarverie’s story is one of escaping the police, not of being taken into custody by them, and she has claimed that on that night she was outside the bar, “quiet, I didn’t say a word to anybody, I was just trying to see what was happening,” when a policeman, without provocation, hit her in the eye (“Stonewall 1969: A Symposium,” June 20, 1997, New York City). DeLarverie is also an African-American woman, and all the witnesses interviewed by the author describe the woman as Caucasian.

And here’s what The Gay Metropolis actually says:

Several spectators agreed that it was the action of a cross-dressing lesbian – possibly Stormé DeLarverie – which would change everyone’s attitude forever. DeLarverie denied that she was the catalyst, but her own recollection matched others’ descriptions of the defining moment. “The cop hit me and I hit him back,” DeLarverie explained [in Kaiser’s own interview with her on 1995.12.09].

Continuing:

Among these, we can name three individuals known to have been in the vanguard: Jackie Hormona, Marsha Johnson, and Zazu Nova.

A common theme links those who resisted first and fought the hardest, and that is gender transgression. While we do not know how the lesbian who fought the police saw herself, we do know that her clothing was masculine, in keeping with her general demeano[u]r. We know from Pine’s testimony that the first significant resistance that he encountered inside the bar came from transvestites, and Joel S. places them among the first outside the bar to resist. Marsha Johnson and Zazu Nova were both transvestites, and, as the reader has seen, the street youth were, generally speaking, effeminate men. All available evidence leads us to conclude that the Stonewall Riots were instigated and led by the most despised and marginal elements of the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgendered community. My research for this history demonstrates that if we wish to name the group most responsible for the success of the riots, it is the young, homeless homosexuals, and, contrary to the usual characterizations of those on the rebellion’s front lines, most were Caucasian; few were Latino; almost none were transvestites or transsexuals; most were effeminate; and a fair number came from middle-class families.

Footnote 11 from that same chapter:

It is remarkable – and no doubt inevitable given human psychology – that in the popular imagination the number of transvestites at the riots is always exaggerated. Readers will note that in the [Fred] McDarrah photos of the riots there is one transgendered person[,] and none of the persons I interviewed, some of whom knew her, ever saw her actively involved in the riots. (Note that the McDarrah photographs, which do feature the street youths, were taken late on Saturday night during one of the lulls in rioting, when nothing in particular was happening....) The Ambrosini photo does not show a single transvestite. Craig Rodwell told researcher Michael Scherker that “one of the myths about Stonewall is it was all drag queens. I mean, drag queens are part of what went on. Certainly one of the most courageous, but there were maybe twelve drag queens. In thousands of people.”

Transgenders lie about Stonewall in part because they are fundamentally dishonest (about themselves and about human anatomy, to give two examples), but they do it here to establish primacy over the legitimately constituted lesbian and gay community. The way they tell it, we owe them because they bravely instigated the Stonewall Riots that led to actual gay and lesbian liberation. (Even that last part isn’t true just in the U.S. context, as veterans of the Mattachine Society and the Daughters of Bilitis will attest.) As far as they’re concerned, transgender is the supercategory and we gays and lesbians are mere variations of trans. And Stonewall proves it.

Well, all of that is untrue, honey, and nobody’s buying what you’re selling, literally or figuratively.

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[magicalcreeks]

A Dozen Spells and Coffee Recipes

People get their soulmates when writing appears on their arms. It can happen at any age and Craig is the only one in his class who has not received any indication of possessing a soulmate, or so he thought. It was in class when scribbled handwriting suddenly appeared on his arm.

Hello everyone! This is my very first post on Tumblr so I’m trying to get used to everything. Also, This is my current Creek Fanfic (Soulmates AU) that I’m working on and I wanted to share it! There’s only one chapter up right now and you can find it on Ao3 Here! fill free to leave a kudos or a comment-- I always respond back-- Enjoy!

Chapter 1

...

Everyone had a soulmate.

At any point in their life they will get an indication of their soulmates by marks appearing on their skins; whether drawings, words, cuts, or bruises.

That being said, Craig Tucker hated— loathed the idea of one day being bounded by fate to a stranger he did not know.

Maybe he was a skeptic, but never has he seen people together by love. Take his parents, for example, Craig was pretty sure they hated each other; as they never wrote messages on their arms to the other ladder. In fact, he was convinced that most adults in South Park were only together for the sake of not being pathetically alone. Walking around with soured looks on their faces.

At one point Craig was convinced the whole soulmate thing was bullshit until he saw it for himself.

“Craig! Look!” A younger Clyde had run up towards him during draw time in their second-grade class, gripping his arm as if he was in agony but chubby face saying otherwise; cheeks holding a smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Guess what?!” The boy stopped in front of his desk, causing the small container of glitter to shift, threatening to spill over.

Their teacher at the time watched the boys from her desk, disliking kids so by default disliking her students; she especially disliked Craig. What a disrespectful boy he was, always earning a phone call or a note home to his parents.

“What?” Craig deadpanned, entertaining his best and only friend in the class. The feeling of the teacher's eyes on them cause his mischievous heart to grow with joy while he internally gave her the finger.

Back to Clyde, he extended his arm out over his work, soft flesh displaying to what looked like mark created with purple marker. Starting from his wrist then trailing out to the croak of his elbow.

“So?” Craig nasally voice sounding seemingly unimpressed by what he was being shown.

Even at a young age, he was always soft on Clyde. Not because he wanted to be nice but because Clyde was known to be the biggest crybaby. Any slight shift in tone could set off the waterworks.

“I got my soulmate! Look!” His toothy smile with the exception of his three of his front teeth which had fallen out, beamed with pride.

All Craig saw was purple marker.

“That’s cool,” said he, resuming his artwork.

Clyde's face fell as he failed to hide the way his lip wobbled. He wanted Craig to be just as excited at him, instead of arguing with his friend he returned to his seat; shoulders hunched over in a state of temporary depression.

He was like that the whole day. From recess to lunch, to their commute back home; though Craig knew it was an act from the start and his suspicions were confirmed when he was on the bus cracking jokes with Kyle’s gang.

When Craig returned home, the first question he asked his parents was:

“When will I get my soulmate?”

Both parents falling into a silence. His father, Thomas Tucker, and mother, Tricia Tucker pausing their individual activities to attend to the curious mind of their seven-year-old son.

“Well, we don’t know, Craig. It just happens,” said Tricia, not far from the truth.

No one knew when they were going to get a sign from their soulmate. It can happen from as young as six to as old as 18. Everyone had a soulmate, but they got them at different points in childhood and adolescence.

Craig was not pleased with her answer. He did not need an indefinite answer but one for certain.

His idea was if he got in contact with his soulmate quicker he will be able to tell them he was not interested.

...

Entering their second year of high school, nearly everyone in his class had their soulmates.

Craig having to suppress his eye rolls when he will see groups of girls giggling in their circles, showing off the writing on their arms. Even some of the guys were guilty of the same behavior.

Now for instance, when Craig had grabbed his usual seat in the back of the classroom, Kyle and Stan were sitting in from of him like they usually do; everyone knew those two were soulmates from a young age besides the fact they were practically inseparable. In class, they would write lovey messages on their arms— according to Kenny who for some reason informed Craig in the middle of their transition break.

It was nauseating if Craig was to say so himself. He had nothing against love—against love that occurred naturally. In his mind, nothing was natural about being bonded to a stranger and hoping to love them back. Craig did not want the painstaking task of loving someone, being there for every waking call.

He must have been noticeably staring at the couple in front because on his right side he felt something sharp poke into him.

“Ow, Dude.”

It was Clyde, his best friend from childhood who had appeared with Token by his side, taking his seat. As always he sported his smug grin, with newly acquired writing on his forearm.

Right away Craig knew what he was going to say, shooting an intimidating glare before he opened his big mouth.

“Look what Bebe wrote,” he threw his arm in Craig’s face, making the boy go temporarily crossed eye with how close it was.

In the fourth grade, Clyde was convinced his soulmate had been Bebe all along. The frizzy-haired blonde with a massive set of tits. He spoiled the shit out of her; buying her shoes, clothes, makeup, all before Bebe had confirmed it herself.

Everyone had been suspicious, even Token and Craig who knew how prone the boy was to getting himself hurt. While soulmates supposedly wrote to their partners at any point of the day, Clyde was the only one visibly writing in their “relationship”, never Bebe who owned up to the writing the message even though she often hesitated.

Another part of the soulmate deal was that the other could not only write and have it appear on others skin, but they could sometimes experience any cut or bruise received on any end. One day when Clyde was wearing shorts, a big purple bruise appeared on the side of his knee; which was odd because Bebe was always careful to keep herself injury free. Clyde was convinced Bebe had somehow earned the bruise, coming in the next day with ice packs and chocolates at hand.

Bebe was wearing a dress that day. There was zero indication of a bruise ever being near her knee.

“Alright, class, settle down,” said their teacher while writing today’s notes on the board.

Everyone’s eyes stationed forward, even Craig who thought school was a complete waste of time. Though he couldn’t concentrate with Stan and Kyles consist fidgeting, earning an eye roll from the observer.

Who could I fuck around with? Craig wondered, growing bored with the talk of ancient dynasties. At least make the lecture not sound like a bad textbook recital.

“Psst, Craig,” Clyde tapped on his desk with his pencil.

“Mr. Donovan is there a problem?” All eyes were at the two, but mostly at Clyde.

“N-No sir- I mean, Ma’am!”

The class broke into collective laughter. Clyde could be such an idiot at times.

“Please do pay attention,” she instructed, resuming where she left off. Clyde did not try to get Craig’s attention again much to his relief.

Now 20 minutes into the class it was a miracle Craig was still awake. His eyes downcast at his page covered in bad doodles.

Moving his pencil, he noticed something that was not there a few moments ago; bad handwriting appearing on his wrist. It was alarming, to say the least.

One clove garlic.

Two stakes.

Silver- no that’s for werewolves.

The fuck? Craig thought, coming back to the world when his environment changed with people packing their bags to head to lunch.

“Yo, Craig, Do you want-“

Craig shot up, concealing his wrist with his opposite hand while sprinting from the class; leaving behind a confused Token, Clyde, Stan, and Kyle who were just about to invite him out to lunch. Since Stan was 16 he had his learners permit and was allowed to drive back and forth from school. They were all going to that diner.

Missing the invite, Craig rushed to the bathroom, bulldozing his way through students while muttering unheard apologies.

Once at his destination, Craig tossed his bag to the side, warning anyone in the bathroom to piss off. Luckily it was only a few freshman who hastily left with zippers still down. Being a sophomore Craig did not have much superiority, but he was able to make some freshman piss their pants at any given moment.

Clear of any prying eyes, he hurried to turn on the sink, turning it up to scorching hot water. He rubbed at the writing with soap until his skin turned red and dried.

Why wasn’t it coming off? He did this consistently for a good 20 minutes, writing still as clear as day.

Unsure if he should scream, cry, or punch another school mirror, he settled for a thinned lip expression; too proud to admit his defeat so opting to throw on his jacket instead.

“Craig? Are you in here?” In came Clyde at the door. He was always concerned about Craig— though he kept it to himself. Especially since he was the only one in their class without a soulmate, so being Clyde he always pointed Craig’s attitude towards that fact, and how he’s been jealous ever since they were kids. It was okay. He was just a late bloomer.

“Are you good?”

Clyde following Craig moves around with his eyes. He awkwardly shifted from heel to heel, not wanting to catch any of his potential wrath.

“Just gas,” was his lie, even though Clyde could clearly see the faint trace of tears on his cheeks and the water dripping off his fingers.

“Shit. It must be painful then.”

He couldn’t help but offer a sincere laugh, grateful for Clyde inability to read between the lines. His naivety could at times be a blessing or a curse.

“Hurry up, shithead. We’re all waiting for you.”

Clyde patted him on the back, leading him towards the group patiently waiting for them to rejoin.

The same night, Craig took another look at his arm, rubbing over it with only two fingers.

Just like that it vanished, showing no sign of ever being here in the first place. Thank god, he could breathe again.

Turning the bathroom light off and trekking to his room, his body flopped on his springy bed.

Going to sleep he could not shake the uneasy feeling in his chest.

...

At the three day mark, Craig could comfortably say it was all in his head.

As he enjoyed a less than pleasant meal in the cafeteria while listening to Stan bitch about getting his car privileges revoked due to the fact he totally wrecked it the other day.

“My mom is being such a bitch,” Stan confessed, using one of Cartman’s one-liners.

“Stan, you totally know this is your fault, right?” Kyle asked, using his condescending tone with his eyebrows raised, reading: you know I’m right. He was growing more and more into his mother every day.

“I didn’t see that car coming!”

“You ran through a red light!”

They were always like this, bickering like an old married couple. When they were kids it was amusing, now it just felt uncomfortable; almost like they were all intruding on a private conversation.

“What’s up, fags?” Cartman appeared with his fat arms already crossed over his chest, “and Jew fags,” as always taking a stab at Kyles religious upbringings.

“Shut the fuck up, fatass.”

The table's occupants groaned. If they had to sit through another Kyle and Cartman fight they were going to stab themselves with their plastic forks; and inside joke between Craig, Clyde, and Token was that they were going to kill themselves together when those two were near.

Craig had long tuned out, focusing his attention on his bites. The sandwich tasted like absolute shit but what else was new?

“Hey, Whats that?” Clyde leaned in to speak to Craig in a hushed whisper. Eyes darting down to the black words appearing on his arm.

Is that? Clyde's eyes widen, mid-scream before Craig realized what was happening.

Really? Right now? Craig grabbed his jacket, and he guess Clyde who would surely any opportunity to blabber to the other boys about this new development.

“Guys! Craig finally got his soulmate!”

Craig could hear him now. He cringed.

He beckoned Clyde over to the more secluded side of the hallway, refusing to come to terms with the fact that some unlucky fucker had him as a soulmate; also completely ignoring the fact that Craig did not want a soulmate to begin with.

“Now, Clyde,” voice holding its usual levelness, his hands motioning downwards to show they were going to have a quiet and calm discussion.

“You got your soulmate! Why didn’t-“

He covered a hand over his mouth, hissing for him to hush while looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening.

“Shut up, dumbass!” Craig sighed upon seeing his brown eyes swell with tears.

“I’m sorry, Alright?”

He backed off, Craig and Clyde now eye to eye despite Clyde being a few inches taller. His knees were bent.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Only Clyde could be the one happy at Craig’s expense.

He grabbed his arm, pulling it close so he could read.

Vanilla syrup

Cinnamon

Honey

“Dude, what?” Even Clyde was confused. Usually, soulmates communicate messages of love. This looked like someone’s grocery list.

“I don’t know,” Craig kicked the wall to relieve his frustration, “you can’t tell anyone. I mean it, Donovan.” Asserting how serious he was by pointing a finger at him.

“C’mon, my lips are sealed,” Clyde pretended to zip his lips with an imagery zipper, “see?”

“You’re not supposed to talk, idiot.”

“Fuck off, you know what I mean!”

Unconvinced with his promise, he gave his friend the benefit of the doubt.

What a mistake that was.

...

By the end of the school class, the whole grade was buzzing with new information of Craig finally getting his soulmate.

It was like a girl getting her period, blossoming into womanhood; or a guy getting his first set of pubes. It was fucking weird and Craig wanted no part of it.

“I’m sorry! It wasn’t me!” Clyde has been apologizing for hours, hating when the boy was mad at him. Okay, so he might have told Token— but he’s apart of the group as well! And maybe when he told Token, Butters was standing by. Butters may have told Kenny, then Kenny told Stan who inadvertently told Kyle because they’re never apart, and then it got to Cartman.

In all, Clyde miscalculated the speed of it spreading like wildfire.

Craig wasn’t mad because of that even if his attitude saying otherwise. He was mad because now it was official that this was not something he imagined and he was stuck with a soulmate. The whole thing in its entirety was stupid!

On their way out the school building, he collided with someone after having his eyes pointed down at the ground.

“Gah! I-I’m Sorry!” A hyperactive boy with wild blonde hair fumbled to retrieve his fallen thermos. He looked around with paranoia, Craig taking note of his messy appearance.

“My bad, dude,” he offered to help him only because he felt bad. Not to mention everyone was now staring at the two of them, Craig even caught himself staring. This boy felt familiar but he couldn’t place a face with a name.

The boy stared at him in horror before running in the opposite direction out the door, pencils falling from his opened book bag with a soft chatter.

“That kid is fucking weird,” Clyde said, shaking his head. He felt bad for him.

“Rumor has it the coffee he drinks is laced with meth.”

Craig who never gave a damn about gossip, found himself wanting to know more, “who is that?”

“Really, Dude? That’s Tweek Tweak. He’s been going to school with us since we were kids... why the sudden interest?”

Shrugging his shoulders, “no reason,” which was untrue. He looked at his friends giving him off looks in return, “let’s go egg that bitches house.”

Referring to the science teacher everyone hated. It was Kenny’s idea, his bag filled with several eggs cartons. They were to go straight after school so she could return home with an unpleasant surprise.

“That’s the Craig Tucker I know.”

They walked in a group, Craig still holding on to an edging feeling, along with this Tweek kid who somehow progressed those feelings.

Why couldn’t he just live his normal, boring life?

....

“Craig, what are you doing?”

Laura came into the kitchen with little Tricia Tucker babbling in her arms, the two-year-old trying to reach for her older brother.

Craig was caught in a scene with a dozen markers sprawled around the kitchen table. Red, purple, green, black, whatever colors he could get his hand on. A normal scene for a young kid exerting their energy in a creative way. Though, what he was doing with them even stumped Laura.

His arms were covered in sloppily written profanities.

Fuck.

Shit.

Asslicker

“Craig!” Laura cried, putting the toddler in the high chair so she could attend to her rowdy son. What’s gotten into him?

“I was trying to tell my soulmate to piss off,” he explained in a way that perfectly made sense to him, allowing his mother to wipe his arm clean.

He figured if he contacted them first they will never try to write to him, even if it was an accident.

“Having a soulmate is a beautiful thing,” said Laura in an attempt to knock some sense into the boy, not quite understanding why he was so against the idea of sharing a life with someone special

“Are you and dad soulmates?” He acquired, giving the adult an inquisitive look.

For a beat of a second, there was silence between them with only Tricia providing noise by hitting her chair with her hands.

“Of course we are,” mustering an unconvincing smile, she took her sons arm, helping him down from the chair, “why don’t you play outside?”

“Okay.”

...

The boys settled near a small lake just behind the town, some out of breath from having to run.

It was a bust. Before they were able to throw an egg at her house the police happened to roll by, sacrificing Kenny such it was his brilliant idea, to begin with; not to mention he held all the evidence in his book bag.

“Hey, where’s Butters?” Kyle directed his question for the group, surveying the area for their friend. He was nowhere to be seen.

“Who cares,” Clyde was laying back in a damp pile of grass, body stretched like a starfish washing out on the beach. He had his hands covering his eyes, reflecting on how close they all were to getting caught despite their multiple run-ins with the law as kids.

“Come on, Clyde, he’s our friend,” Token stepped up from his reign of silence, giving him a kick in the shin along with his signature look when Clyde said something dumb.

“Whatever, man,” shrugging and retaliating with a kick of his own, “Craig back me up.”

He wasn’t paying attention.

“Craig?” Clyde cocked his head up to see his quiet friend sitting by himself.

Craig had pulled his sleeves up, staring at his arm carrying the faded words from earlier. He remembers his mother telling him that the words only fade when the other washes it off, and it could never come off by him merely assaulting his skin with a Brillo Pad. All he could think of was how stupid this was and he refused to participate by writing back.

The bushes nearby shuffled, in stepping a  smiling Kenny and flustered Butters.

“I’ll be damned,” Stan shook his head, never surprised with Kenny’s ability to escape the consequences of his action. He was even impressed with Butters who proved himself as not being a big pussy they all thought he was.

“And that’s how you get out of trouble, Marsh. Take notes.” Kenny clicked his teeth, taking Butters by the hand to squeeze into the misshaped circle they formed.

“How am I supposed to hide a car, dipshit?"

He goes round two. Boys groaning in unison. Token took out his phone to block out the noise, Clyde shuffled his way over to Craig; nudging his foot with his elbow.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Craig nodded, getting up while the others were distracted with their own drama. They got Tokens attention and were gone before any of them could realize they left; like they cared.

“God, if I have to listen to those three argue I’m going to rip out my hair!” Clyde exclaimed, flailing his arms in the air.

“Me and you both. Why do we hang around with them again?” Token asked hands pocketed.

“Because they have a car.”

“Had,” they both stared at Craig. Shrugging his shoulders which said: what?

“Whatever. One of us needs to learn how to drive,” Clyde said, implying he wasn’t volunteering himself but one of them; preferably Token.

“Why me?!” Token asked, feeling defensive with their eyes on him.

“Because you're fucking rich, dude.”

“Craig’s right.”

“You do realize my financial standings have nothing to do with me driving, right? That ‘your rich’ bit is getting old,” Rolling his eyes and letting out a breath of frustrated air; Token wondered why he hung out with assholes.

They continued down the road for a while, not really going anywhere, in particular, just moving as far away from the others as possible.

Walking was sure to give anyone an appetite, Clyde making his hunger known by loudly declaring he was hungry and they should stop to get something to eat. Get what though? The nearest fast food joint was still a way down and neither had the money— except Token— to split the bill three ways at a restaurant.

“Why don’t we go there?” Clyde pointed at the building across the street with a large sign reading: Tweek Bros. Coffee.

“Really? That’s where all the hipsters go,” Token reminded, noise scrunching in distaste as he indirectly referenced to the people sitting by the windows on their computers.

“You’re a hipster, Token. Now let’s go.”

Opening the door with the bell ringing to signal another customer had walked in, no one seemed bothered since they were engulfed in their computers.

“Hey, there’s that Tweek kid.”

“Who?”

Craig looked at the register and saw that same kid he bumped into earlier taking orders. He was twitching, as he bid each customer to have a good day.

“This is going to be good.”

Clyde snickered; both Token and Craig rolling their eyes.

“H-Hello!” Tweek greeted the three familiar faces, “What can I- nngh- get you?!” Was he always like this? Craig felt sorry for him.

“Yeah, can I get um...” Clyde stopped to let out a laugh under his breath, “Cinnamon Roll and...”

This felt wrong. Even with Craig’s experience with bullying kids in the past making fun of Tweek for doing his job was different. It’s not like he could help being how he is; the weird kid in the school who everyone avoided or talked about when he wasn’t in the room.

“What do you want?”

“Uh, Coffee?” Craig hated coffee, but he did not want any pastries.

“H-How do you want it?” Tweek asked, his pale frame shaking. Probably from all the coffee he drank, withdraws must have been a bitch for him.

“Um... Black?”

Remembering how his dad will always drink his in the morning. Tweek nodded, it was when he went to put his order in that his sleeve rolled down just enough for Craig to see the writing on his arm. Fading, just like the writing on his own arm.

It made him wonder about what poor bastard was stuck with him as a soulmate.

Tweek went to heat up the pastries and retrieved the drink orders. He moved around the expensive looking equipment with confidence, but his demeanor said otherwise; always resembling a frighten puppy or a little kid afraid of thunder.

“Have a good day!” Tweek told them, reciting the polite commands in his head.

Craig noticed how Tweek looked at everyone but him. Odd. Was he afraid of him?

“That was fun.”

They left, standing out on the sidewalk with the sun setting behind them; turning the sky in a beautiful array of pinks, oranges, and yellows.

“See ya, guys. I have to get home.” Token said his goodbyes, walking in the direction of where his huge mansion was.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Same,” Craig sounding indifferent. He didn’t have to go home, but he didn’t want to stay out either.

He and Clyde began walking with their houses being in the same direction.

They did not speak much, the only sounds were the wrappers covering Clyde’s pastries and the disgusting smacking sound he made with his mouth as he licked up any leftover frosting on his fingers.

“Alright, I’ll text you.”

His house was up first, the aroma of his dad delicious cooking filling the whole block. Clyde explained cooking was his dad's way of coping with his wife’s death; just like how Clyde binge eating his food was the way of coping with his mom no longer being with him.

Craig said goodbye, his house only a few blocks down.

The thought of his soulmate never left his mind, eyes looking down at his sleeve with the sunset creating a calming atmosphere.

Again he wondered, why couldn’t he just live a normal life?

...

[welcome2theneighborhood]

100°

Chapter IV

‘Dear Amanda,

I’d lost the love of my life once, and I don’t know if I can do it again.’

AO3

The big day. My baby girl was graduating from college. Every parent’s dream.

I was probably up way too early, though. I’d bought something nice to wear for the ceremony, but by the time I was all done showering and ironing and getting dressed, I realized no one else was even awake yet, nor did they have to be. Six in the morning. Craig might’ve gotten up for a quick jog, but I’d told him to put that bit of the routine aside for our little vacation. So I was the only person awake, fully dressed, alone, and waiting for a proper time to get everyone else up.

I couldn’t even watch TV.

At eight I got tired of just sitting around and decided this was a fine time to start the day. I clapped my hands together loudly, moving between the beds. “Alright, rise and shine, everyone, we’ve got a big day ahead of us!”

The girls clearly didn’t appreciate me as an alarm clock, so they didn’t let me help them get ready. Which was a shame, because then Craig had to do it while also having to get ready himself, while I sat around ready and pretty useless. I tried to jump in and help River brushing her teeth, but she was pretty cranky and put off by it, so I backed out of the bathroom.

We got there early to get the best seat possible. The first several rows were reserved for the graduating students, but everything else was fair game. The auditorium was huge, but there were many students in the ceremony today. Amanda was only allowed enough tickets for four people, which we didn’t know until that morning, but the woman at the door suggested that we could all fit if one of us didn’t mind River sitting on our knees. So we took our seats, front and center, River wandering up and down the aisle but told to come and sit on Craig’s lap once more people started filing in.

It all went by in a blur. I was so excited I could hardly think straight. I was only barely aware of what was going on in the seats next to me.

“Dad, I’m hungry,” one of the twins groaned, but I didn’t catch which one. By force of habit, and very much in Father Mode, I almost responded with a Classic Dad Joke (even though Briar/Hazel wasn’t talking to me) but Craig cut off that thought.

“Hey, bro, I’m gonna go see if there’s a little cafe or something nearby.”

I realized then that we hadn’t had the chance to eat before we left, and was surprised that the matter of food hadn’t come up sooner. Kudos to the girls for being on the ball today. “Yeah, yeah, go on, I’ll save your seat.”

“Do you want anything?”

“Just get me whatever, I’m too excited to really be hungry.”

He nodded and stood (with some difficulty) and headed out to find our breakfast. I looked over at the girls. Briar was looking through the graduation program, and I saw her circle Amanda’s name in it with a pink highlighter. Hazel had her feet up on the seat in front of her, earbuds in and texting. River moved a seat over to sit next to me, but pretended to hide. I smiled and played along. “Oh no, where’d River go?” I wondered aloud.

Hazel looked over in concern before catching on. “Oh, I think we lost her!”

River was grinning widely behind the hands over her face. “Your dad’s gonna be really upset to see she’s missing!”

“I’m not missing, Dean!” she laughed, finally uncovering herself and dropping the ruse. “I’m right here!”

“Oh, there you are!” I hugged her and squeezed her tight. “We thought you were gone forever!”

She giggled and tried to push me off. “You guys are silly!”

“We’re very silly.” Hazel ruffled her sister’s hair and returned to her phone. River leaned over the armrest and asked if she could do word jumbles with me. I always carried my pocket version with me, even to my daughter’s graduation, so I whipped it out and we started working on one of the easier puzzles. I got schooled by a kindergartener.

Craig came back just before the ceremony was due to start. The auditorium was now packed with proud parents like myself, and I felt part of the collective but also a drive to brag about my daughter’s accomplishments. The little old grandmother next to me held her own quite well until my partner returned and a truce was called. “Hey, what’d you find?”

“There was a little bakery around the corner, so I picked up some muffins.” He handed them out to his daughters one by one, each receiving their favorite flavors. I’d barely unwrapped my pumpkin muffin before realizing Craig didn’t seem to get anything for himself, but before I could say anything, the graduation march started playing and all other thoughts fled my mind but “MY BABY IS GRADUATING.”

I’d seemed to have forgotten just how boring graduation ceremonies could be, though. The room was overcrowded and hot and was too noisy to properly hear anything, and I couldn’t see Amanda from this angle, and all I could do was wait for that ten glorious seconds when Amanda would be up on that stage, shaking hands with the dean and other school officials I didn’t know or care to know about, but it just seemed to be taking so long to get to that moment. In the meantime I just ate half my muffin, and shoved the other half into Craig’s hand.

I could hear River whining from her seat, and what I wouldn’t give in that moment to be a five-year-old who could get away with something like that. “Dad, when’s it over?”

“Just try to be patient, sweetpea. This is a big day for Amanda. She worked really hard to be here today, and we’re here to celebrate her achievement.” But because kids weren’t so easy to keep seated very long with nothing to do, Craig always had a Plan B on him, a composition notebook and box of crayons. He gave them to her with the promise that she would draw quietly, so she didn’t disturb the people around us. She nodded and got to work, not making a peep for the rest of the wait.

And then it happened.

And as soon as it did, it was over.

I’d just barely managed to get a picture while she was up on there, but it was blurry and overexposed and I cursed under my breath, loudly enough for Craig to hear me but not River sitting next to him. He’d gotten a picture, but his hands weren’t shaking, so he managed to get a much better version. I kissed him hard on the cheek and smiled to myself as I sunk into the chair to suffer through the rest of the event.

It took forever to find Amanda in the sea of graduates right after the ceremony. She wanted to introduce us to her friends, some of whom I recognized their names. I was honestly just grateful there weren’t additional Emmas in her life.

We’d made reservations for an early dinner, and really had to get going, but Amanda kept making excuses to not have to leave yet. I could recognize the pain of separation from the people she’d spent these long years with, and considered that maybe we still had time to cancel. I only barely mentioned it to Craig before he was calling it in, phone balanced between his ear and his shoulder as he held River up out of the crowd.

So we weren’t going out to a nice dinner that night. We went back to one of the friends’ apartments and ordered from various restaurants. While we waited we all made bets on who what order the delivery people would arrive in. The twins made out with twenty dollars each that night, while Amanda had to pay each person’s tips. I slipped her a twenty, and jokingly told her to consider it her graduation present.

Afterwards we played charades and a couple of games from the theater kids that I swear they were making up on that spot. When River and Atticus got bored of Legos and Barbie dolls, they put on a show for us that went on about an hour longer than we could’ve ever expected. I was surprised at how all the non-parents in the room kept enthusiastically engaged the whole time.

I’d say it was a pretty nice dinner after all.

As the night started coming to a close, I decided it was probably time to reveal Amanda’s actual graduation present. I’d gotten both her and Morgan monogrammed bracelets with teal beads and a golden band, reminiscent of their school colors. Morgan didn’t seem to expect the gist, and as I was being mauled in a hug by my daughter, she just smiled breathlessly and gave a quiet “thank you.”

“But wait, there’s more!” I added, putting on my best Billy Mays impression -and by my best, I meant probably the worst anyone in the room could imagine. I pulled out a carefully wrapped gift, covered in glittery green paper and wrapped up with a twirly blue bow. “Okay, this one’s technically from all of us.”

Though an only child, Amanda was far from spoiled. An only child myself, I knew to avoid something like that, no matter how easy it would be just to give in to her every wish and desire. I would bleed myself dry for this girl, but she never took advantage of that. Amanda didn’t know, nor expect, that she was getting anything but the first rather simple gift. So I knew that when she opened the second one to find a new and supposedly high-quality art tablet inside, I had to get a picture of her reaction.

This time my picture really captured the excitement of the moment.

[crybabytoy59]

“Crybaby gets some Emotional Tear time.”

I was so aroused that day, looking through all the as I had found on Craig’s list...sat on my favourite wee leather kneeling stool in my pink pvc maids dress,pink cartoon disposable Nappy on with the pink popper nappy cover then my huge frilly silk pants I had custom made they had Huge frilly heat at the rear,the layers of silk and lace stood outward around six inches! With the nappy under them my butt looked huge, the hem of the pink maids uniform only just hid the bulky Sissy Pants....I decided to place an ad of my own working on a small window of who I was as a sissy Abdl/bondage play Thing....posting it my heart was racing...

I went back to my usual internet bank of clips and pictures,feeling more and more aroused, as I was going to have the weekend to myself to play my selfish bondage games taking myself further each time I played....

But this was interrupted by a ping from Craig’s list..I had a reply to my ad?...it was from a couple they had read my ad and felt very sad for me that I felt I would never get to be who lived inside of me, they also said they had followed the link to my tumblr and that my stories were very good....We need to talk “Baby”..was all they put ..a link appearing to a WhatsApp page...this I followed I typed in Hi I found your reply to my ad ...would you like to talk?....I waited but nothing came back, I went to close it and noticed someone was typing...

A reply came ! “Clever Baby...that was your first Little step...Now as it Friday night are you playing with your self? ( my ad told of my self play at weekends to

Fuel my Kink) I sent a simple Yes...how long do you play Baby? Am off this weekend so am going to play the whole weekend 😜....Well you have read our ad would you like to meet for a drink and a chat?....Eh yes please but it’s getting late? ...Don’t fret we stay Very close to you....I was very confused by this as there ad said a different area..so I typed a message back...

I think we stay in different areas? ...it’s ok Baby our ad is old we have moved..Ok you have 30mins...are you dressed? If so put on something to cover up..if Not get dressed...we will see you in 29mins at  M* ,*******y,s in the car park we will be parked under the sign...park up then come to our Car....28mins “Baby”...

That was it even though I sent an Ok ..nothing more came back,so I rushed to get one of my boiler suit’s on as the bulk was so large I could fit nothing else on!...driving there I felt very nervous also my adrenaline was pumping so hard I felt I needed the toilet but time was ticking away... so I took Breaths through the need to go...they passed..as I drove in there was a 4x4 under the sign! But only one person in it?... I parked up but was hesitant so thought to myself I would simply go over and ask for directions that way if I was wrong no harm..

As I got to the car the door opened to my surprise a man got out opening the back door...as I walked up he spoke “In the back Baby”. I did as I was Told,there was a girl in the back she spoke to me....”In Baby Kneel on the floor face me...Clever Baby..Open Wide!” I felt something being put around my ankles & I panicked slightly..”P,p,please are we not going for a chat?” Suddenly my mouth was pulled open from behind as the girl pushed in a rubber ball gag with a face harnessing this was pulled Very tightly! My arms were pulled behind me and locked In cuffs! I was spun around and a hood pulled over my face, next I was at in the seat with a seatbelt put over me, the door shut then the second door shut as the car started up.....she spoke to me.... Clever Baby Sit Still just a short drive and we will be home....Then Cutie The Fun Will Begin....Baby we Are going to make Your stories seem like a soft fairytale.....tell me Cuteness are you a bit of a scaredy-cat right now? (I nodded) Clever Baby...You Have Good reason to be Afraid....what’s this all under here Eh you can Hardly Sit !...don’t fret Bay we are going to make sitting Very uncomfortable for You!” They both laughed but not a funny laugh ...a Deeply wicked laughter.....That’s us here Baby let’s get you inside so we can have a better Look at You Babyslave!!”....I was taken into there home...the hood was Not removed... they put a spreader bar on my ankles then he spoke “Now Baby I want you to wet and mess yourself in a moment so kneel down for us...Eh Now Babyslave!”..... if any of you have knelt with a spreader bar on its quite difficult, I collapsed to My Knees, The hood was bellowing in and out over my face as I gasped, she spoke to me “Ok let me explain what is happening as You potty for us....(the hood was being unfastened as she spoke to me) My Name is Mistress M....that is Master D when we allow You to talk you will talk with a lisp like the Little You Are....a Three year old girlie Got that ?” I nodded as the hood came off...I was blinking due to the fact there was a bright light in my face I could see her but only a shadow figure, she continued “Baby we are going to have a weekend together if after that you would like us to keep You we will take that next step... should you wish to leave your free to do so...Ok? You can answer past the gag we will understand You...” I told them Yes lisping best I could past the gag, she spoke again.......”Now The Hard Part Babyslave!....You will have Now Safeword & No limit....We will not hurts you permanently or leave you scared in any way...Only perhaps mentality...Now Babyslave Master D is going to uncuff you if you want to leave put your arms up...if You fully understands what I just told You & are the person in your stories I Want You to put your handies behind your head keeping them there..Ok Babyslave Toy..time too choose..” I could now start to focus on her she was stunning! Long black hair in a ponytail she was very slim around 5’6” tall smiling down at me...

I put my hands together behind my head interlocking My fingers.....

Clever Babyslave Ok lets begin Get her up on her feet Master D..I was hauled upright! She unzipped the suit as Master D pulled it down I felt a tug at the side then a ripping sound then a second tug followed by a second ripping sound..

I now stood before them in my pink maids uniform with the huge Nappy on, Master D lifted the dress at the sides then spoke “My my Mistress M look at this Sissy is already dressed to go to work for us!...” Mistress M spoke “Yes indeed Master D...But She has her very first test to do ..Don’t You Crybaby! Do it Now!....push hared I want too see that Crybaby Face go red with Effort!,”

They both came around to watch the spectacle as I went Potty’s in front of them both ! I felt so Very ashamed but strangely I found i was Very turned on at the same time...she spoke to me “Clever girlie Crybaby is that it all out? ...then turn the fuck around so we can get a good look” as I turned in the spreader bar I couldn’t believe my eyes I was in a dungeon!! It had every bondage Toy around....

She patted my rear lightly Sit Down!” As I bent I could feel the mess Suddenly my hips was held and I was slowly lowered onto something? It was a knee, Mistress M came around in front of me then bent forwards “Bounce on Master Daddy’s Knee Crybaby! ....this was something I knew about them from there page..they were both heavily into Humiliation!! As I bounced I felt a smack to My rear! Then Master Daddy Spoke taking my hips again “No Crybaby like this !” He forced me up & down getting more & more forceful as he did, Mistress M spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s better isn’t it!..yes ? (They both giggled) Louder Crybaby! Say it !..Clever girlie you bounce for Master Daddy as I get your first punishment set up....its time too see You Crying....

She wheeled over a large box it was black the top had a hole around 8” Mistress M opens the top inside was what looked like a saddle with a back to it, this had straps on it, Master Daddy was still Bouncing me at this point he then stopped. I still had my hands behind my head as I was genuinely afraid to move them, Master Daddy lifted me up the mess was spread everywhere I could now smell it, he pushed me forward till at the box then took the spreader bar off.

Mistress M spoke to me “Ok into the box for us Crybaby leggies Down the side of the saddle for Mistress Mummy..Clever girlie Crybaby arms down the back so Master Daddy can strap You in..Clever girlie Crybaby..lets close this up” she positioned the top rear part then spoke “headie all the way backwards Girlie..Clever Crybaby Hold Still” Master Daddy pushed closed the front part then locked the two half’s together now only my head was out the box, Mistress Mummy had a rubber hood this one went on tightly it covered my head but left my face open framed by black rubber, Master Daddy had what looked like a large helmet in two half’s with buckles all over it to join the two half’s, at the mouth it had a short oval tube, Mistress Mummy spoke to me “Open Wide Crybaby! “ as I did the tube was forced into my mouth i had to open really wide to accept it...I whimpered as he pushed it on Very hard pulling the two half’s together strapping it on tightly! I heard pumping as the inside of the helmet Got tighter!.. it was inflatable, Master Daddy put a tube from the back of the box to the helmet at the rear, then patted my head walking off, Mistress Mummy squatted down at my side as she spoke “Ok Crybaby Master Daddy and I have to get something set up for you so sit here till we’re Ready for you as there was not much time to prepare Your punishment equipment...so as you Sit here contemplating what we’re going to do to You Crybaby here is a wee taster so too speak “ Master Daddy came over with a red funnel this had a tube from it around six inches long, handing it too Mistress Mummy she started pushing it in my nose hole! Next Master Daddy did something too the box and it tilted backwards! As she held the funnel he lifted A condom full of a load ! Without warning he pored it into the funnel! I could feel it go down the back of my throat, it was still warm! I started to tear up as I knew this pair meant every word of there Dominance over me...with her other hand Mistress Mummy pushed a cock gag into my mouth making me hold it! “Clever girlie hold that until we get back...Clever girlie Crybaby cock sucker!” She removed the tube then pulled a flap over the nose part..I Suddenly heard a sound like the hollow tubes as a kid we would spin around our heads to make different sounds..but this tube echoed to my Breaths as I slowly started to smell my own rear only much stronger !!!

They seemed to be away for ages, with me sat in the box kneeling over the saddle smelling my own mess!.. when the door opened Mistress Mummy was first to walk in she had changed into a black rubber skirt and white rubber top it was sleeveless she had on black rubber tights and hold ups...She strode over with out a word then picked up an item a strange two foot long tube, it had a shaft from it with a handle the inner and outer shaft were threaded at the base of the inner it looked like an oval leather pad...Mistress went behind me screwed it to the back of the box....as Master Daddy came in he had on a black rubber shirt and rubber pants on the front of these was a pouch...He stood in front of me then spoke “Now Crybaby we have everything set up for You so now let’s give You a look at what Is ahead” ..then Mistress Mummy Spoke “Right Crybaby look back at me..Clever girlie Crybaby Keep looking at Me!!” Suddenly I felt something in my back pushing me forward into more of an arch....”Clever girlie Crybaby Keep looking at Me !” It started to hurt being bent the more I moved away the less movement I had till I could simply Not move! I started crying....

Awww Clever girlie Crybaby...tears already look Master Daddy real tears seems Crybaby has very low limits poor thing”...Master Daddy just chuckled as he took the pouch off his shorts, he was already swollen as He straddled the box pushing into the mouth hole..”Right Crybaby lets give You a good skull Fucking...then we can take you to get cleaned up for your Obedience Training!”....he started fucking my mouth!!....mistress mummy held my head backwards looking down at me as I gagging for air as I was being fucked, “Clever girlie Crybaby work it nice and you get air if not..No Air cuteness...that’s a girlie!” Master Daddy withdrew as I gasped for air, he spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby just like that suck with your cute Baby tongue under Master Daddy’s Dummy, Clever girlie Crybaby here we go Deeper this time though cuteness ! Hold her nice and tightly Mistress Mummy, she needs to learn To sallow !”....Mistress mummy forced me on his shaft as I wrenched I felt him swelling then the first spasm! Mistress mummy barked at me “Don’t You Dare pass out Crybaby!! Swallow! ..Do it every last drop of Master Daddy’s gift!” ....they both giggled as Master Daddy withdrew to me gasping for air..... Mistress mummy straddled the box “Now Crybaby get to work ..as I did I realised she must have had sex with him before they got changed!! As I could taste it.... what had I gotten myself into!! I burst out crying as she spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way in Deep...poor girlie Crybaby You have such a weekend ahead All of it with no sleep as were going to use You both physical and emotional pain sweetheart...by the time we’re done you will beg to be Obedient....trust me Crybaby tears won’t stop us....we love seeing genuine tears Crybaby” just then she gushed into my mouth....”That’s a Clever girlie swallow it all down .....Now Crybaby clean me up....The we can get You through so we can get our New girlie cleaned up...your such a wee stinky pants aren’t you? Louder Crybaby! We want to hear Our girlie admit too what she is !!” As I lapped Up lisping Out the words they both giggled kissing...Master Daddy pushed the box & it moved it was on wheels !.lets get you to the wet room Crybaby!..So we can clean you up for Your first Crybaby punishment session.....Mistress Mummy I think Crybaby like her own smells “ they both giggled.......to be continued..