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The Search For Marco

Computer Games and Erotic Writing by be287m
Copyright 2004, All rights reserved

A flutter of wings behind me warned of her approach. Sighing, I hit save and turned. Margarethe looked splendid as usual, deliciously naked with wings slightly askew. She did seem a little tired though. She smelled a little of rum, but I was just relieved to see her back.

"Just where have you been?"

"With Marco." A broad grin spread across her face. I decided I didn't want to ask what she was remembering.

"That was supposed to be a long weekend, not three weeks."

"Well Cat did warn you. Besides, I tried to come back but couldn't."

"You tried and couldn't?"

"Absolutely. I'd start to manifest and then you'd fire up a computer game. Those things are to muses like garlic is to vampires. They're pure brain rot--killing time and all those creative juices that we muses need. Do you think I could manifest when the best your brain could give me was "the demons must die!"? I'd starve. Really."

She looked cute when she was scolding me.

"I'm sorry, Margarethe. I have missed you. What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Well, that's easy!" She strode over to my desk, swept the papers aside and hopped up onto it. She spread her legs and began stroking the inside of her thighs. I got the hint. I dropped to my knees and inched forward, enjoying her scent before starting. If I was lucky, I'd only have to lick her to five or six orgasms before she was satisfied. I wasn't sure my tongue would be able to last much longer than that this time.

But she was back. And I knew now--no more computer games!

be287m

*****

Cat read the story and had a question ...

>>> --- "be287m" wrote:

>>> "Just where have you been?"

>>> "With Marco." A broad grin spread across her face. I decided I didn't want to ask what she was remembering.<<<<

But where's MARCO?!

Museless,
Cat >^.,.^<

*****

Margarethe says she last saw him Saturday night at the beach party. He had his arm around a gorgeous petite brunette and said something about slipping out to eat a little Italian. She thinks he meant food, but isn't sure. She was "otherwise engaged" at the time (she won't say exactly how) and figured she'd see him the next morning at breakfast. When he didn't show, she left him a note thanking him for the wonderful time and came home.

Hopefully he didn't decide to go to Italy ...

be287m

*****

The Search for Marco - be287m
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"Now you've done it," I muttered. Margarethe just languidly smiled at me from the chaise.

"Heathen says that since we brought up the idea of looking for Marco, we have to be the ones to start the search."

That got her attention, but she took her time stretching and sitting up before walking over to look at the keyboard over my shoulder. She rubbed her breasts against the back of my neck as she scanned the messages. Hadn't she had enough? I was rather confident she hadn't been anywhere close to celibate the three weeks she'd been gone with Marco—far from it—but the reunion this afternoon had been exhausting! I could only hope Cat enjoyed it as much when Marco did turn up. [bg]

"So how should we start? You were the last to see him." She was rubbing my shoulders. Concentrate, damnit.

"Hmmm," she said. "Actually, the Italian brunette was the last to see him. Someone should probably start by talking with her. He might also still be on that beach. There were some pretty good parties going on that week. Of course, he might also have gone to Europe or even into somewhere in the unreal world."

"The unreal world?"

"Sure. What makes you think we Muses are limited to just your Universe? Just because you folks can only write about other places doesn't mean they're not real somewhere else. You got to read about Warren and Sophie in the Olympics. I got to *watch* them. And when Friday's General gave those orders -— woo hoo! That was a party to be at!" I had to shake my head in wonder. Better wonder than envy.

"So not only do we have the entire Earth to search, but all the fictional Earths. How do you suggest we do that?"

She bit her lip for a moment in concentration, almost a mini-pout making her even more adorable.

"I think we need to see if any other Muses will help hunt. You post a message and see if anyone responds. I'll go do some personal visits and see if I can get anyone interested. Maybe Kira and I can team up to get Rod to put down that game." The vision of Kira and Margarethe together ... I pushed the thought out of my mind. I needed the blood in the big head right now.

"So then what?"

"When I get done visiting the other Muses, I'll come back and we'll go searching together, picking up wherever no one else has checked. We'll find him, even if we have to spend time with hundreds of beautiful women to pick up his trail. Are you up for it?"

Up for it? What a silly question—she could see I was "up." Kissing me lightly on the cheek, Margarethe faded away, beginning her journey, and leaving me to post.

*****

Girl Friday and the Case of the Missing Muse by Girl Friday
Copyright 2004, All rights reserved

I was working the night shift out of Central when we got the call. A muse was missing and it was my job to find him. My name is Friday, Girl Friday.

I was pulling extra duty that night. Arty had decided he needed to write a story. It was some ridiculous tale about me and pile of laundry. I sort of tuned out after a while and look what it got me. I glanced down at the skin tight, black leather contraption. That'll teach me to get bored on duty.

The call came in late. There wasn't much I could do but put out an AMB - All Muse Bulletin. But I needed some details first. Chief said the last know sighting had been by Margarethe, so I went to ask her some questions.

She was beautiful. But then, every muse is. She wasn't very helpful.

"Description of the missing muse?"

"Oh, he's tall, hunky, gorgeous body, loves to murmur naughty things in Italian. He's a fabulous lover."

Her eyes glazed over as she recalled some past event that wouldn't be going into my report. I shook my head and tried to continue.

"When did you last see Marco?"

"Oh, it's been a few days now. He was with some Italian brunette."

"Any idea where they were headed?"

She giggled, "If I know Marco, and I do know Marco, they were headed for bed."

I rolled my eyes and headed back to Central. Looking through the files for more information wasn't much help. Nominally assigned to Catmandu99, Marco wasn't the most dedicated of muses. Oh, don't get me wrong -- he did some damn fine work -- but it seems he had a tendency to depart for parts unknown on a rather frequent basis.

Arty's tale about naked ironing was winding down. He was finally getting to the good part and my shift was almost over. I filled in what few details I had and issued the AMB. It went out to every muse in existence. If any other muse ran across Marco, they were to return him to Central for disciplinary action. I even added a special addendum to discourage any hanky panky before bringing him in. After all, hanky panky is what caused this mess to begin with.

As I was clocking out, I noticed the story Arty had filed, "Spring Cleaning." I looked it over and saw that once again he had skimped on the good parts. Looked like I needed to visit England before heading home.

Again.

A muse's work is never done.

*****

Kira's Hunt by Rod Ramsey
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Kira smiled that sweet sexy smile that she has, yeah you know the one. I knew what it meant. Two words, "Road Trip."

"Now wait just a dog gone second Missy," I replied as Kira began packing her rather skimpy thong bikini into her suitcase. A bottle of lotion and several HoHo's later she indicated it was time to go.

"Hey! I can't run off with you to search for Marco," I replied looking at the clock. "I have to leave for work in less than an hour."

"I'll have you back in plenty of time," she replied. "Remember that trip to Venice?"

"Okay, where do we start?" I relented.

"The beach of course silly," she replied as I watched my home office fuzz and fade.

----To be continued----

Rod

*****

The Search for Marco - Heathen & Linda - By Heathen
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I was working furiously, fingers moving, while Linda was whispering plot lines in my ear.  Suddenly she stopped.  Stopped speaking, stopped fluttering her wings, and worst of all stopped the delightful sensations she was causing on my neck and ear.

"Damn Linda, we were just getting to the good parts here.  Mickey is teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm, and her sister is almost there herself.  Not to mention what you were doing to me."  

"Sorry dear.  But I just received an AMB from muse central.  Seems that Marco, who is assigned to Cat, has gone missing again.  This is a call out to all on the Affiliated Muse Network and I will have to join the search."  She was trying to sound bored, but the sparkle in her eyes and the fullness of her erect nipples betrayed her.  

I remembered the last time she had returned from such a mission.  It had taken 12 days, and she had shown back up with her hair and wings in total disarray, and a smile that left no doubt about where she had spent her time searching.  She was so sated that I couldn't get any work from her for a week.  

"Tell me what you know about this disappearance of Marco and maybe I can help."  

"According to the bulletin he was last seen with a sweet young muse speaking Italian.  I am sure he is in bed, but which bed is unknown.  There are a lot of beds in my search area and I will have to check each and every one."  

"And probably sample the action in them as well" I muttered under my breath.  

"Perhaps it won't take too long to find him.  After all, every muse in the network will be looking for him."  She was trying to act nonchalant, but the trembling of her wings were giving her away.  

"Can we at least let Mickey get off?"  

"Sorry dear, but muse business takes precedence."  Then she faded out, leaving only her scent to remind me she was here.  

"Sorry Mickey, we can only wait for Linda to return."  

I am sure I heard a scream of frustration as I shut down the word processor.

*******

Looks like we might have some Marco spottings ...

*******

Sorry to interrupt. Heathen, does Marco have a thing for chocolate? Because there is an unidentified muse that's been whispering a chocolaty story in my ear all afternoon. Maybe he wanted some chocolate cake after he ate Italian.

Whoever it is, I'll finish the story and send him/her back ASAP.

Alienor

*****

My muse, showed up once more. Muttered something about not going drinking with Marco again if his (first time I knew my muse was a he) life depended on it. Just recovering from a hang over he said, and since he left the party a week ago that is saying something.

He did mention that Marco was last seen with a girl on one arm and a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream in the other heading to lagoon somewhere. I would quiz him some more but the bastard is off again...

R. Vargas

*****

Continuing To Look For Marco by be287m
Copyright 2004, All rights reserved

I shook off the snow as I entered the house, setting the sacks down on the carpet. Margarethe was at the computer, casually running her left hand around her breast as she read the screen. She smiled at me.

"Friday sent out an All Muse Bulletin for Marco. There's been a lot of response!" I loved it when she smiled like that.

"That's great dear! So where are we headed?"

"We're not."

"We're not?"

"No. There are plenty of Muses scouring the known and unknown Universes. One of them is bound to find him. Besides, Ali says she may already know where he is. But that may not work, so we're going to try to entice him into coming back."

"How do we do that? I mean, I'm sure Cat's been trying for weeks."

"Ah, but Cat can't transmit on the intra-Muse Radio Bands. She might have done all the right things, but he couldn't hear her. So we'll try the same things with me transmitting."

"Hmmm. I guess that explains the shopping trip. And I understand why you sent me for chocolate, strawberries, cream, and rum. The lube makes sense too. But why an iPod?"

"Marco's shown up twice when Cat had tunes stuck in her head. We download a handful of songs and play them loud. He might think she's got another one stuck and head home to help her get it onto paper."

"And the Valentine's Card?"

"Well, Marco helped her write that great letter to Santa and her Halloween story. Valentine's Day is the next holiday. He also tends to like romantic erotica. What better to entice him with?"

"Hmmmm. You might have something there. If Bob's planning something deliciously romantic for Cat, Marco may want to watch for a little inspiration." Margarethe beamed at me while she started downloading music. "So what else do we need?"

"Well, the only other things that attracts male Muses besides a potentially hot story are hot females. Fortunately, there are several of us around." That reminiscing look was back in her eyes again.

"So . . . ?"

"So, we need to get me good and hot so that my cries of pleasure are broadcast, along with the tastes of chocolate and rum, the music, and the romantic thoughts." She finished downloading the music, stood up, and then leaned against the desk. She spread her legs and looked at me over her shoulder, folding her wings neatly against her back."

"Doggie style?" she asked, leering a little.

I groaned, didn't she ever get tired? But I knew the growing bulge in my pants was going to triumph over my desires for sleep and a hot bath. I only hoped Marco appreciated what some of us had to do to find him . . .

*****

The Search for Marco - Boston Edition - by Frank Downey
Copyright 2004, All rights reserved

Michelle looked up, seemingly at nothing. Then she exclaimed, "Shit!"

I looked up from my keyboard. "Problem?"

"Marco's missing." I looked at her questioningly. "You know, Cat's muse, Marco?"

"Ah," I said. "No wonder Cat's on a dry spell."

"Marco's irresponsible. Cat's a wonderful writer, she deserves better. Ah well," she said, starting to put her clothes back on (Michelle prefers Musing in the nude.)

"Where are you going?"

"Friday put out an all-muse bulletin--I have to go help find him."

"WHAT? You can't leave!"

"I have to," she said.

"Listen, you flighty redhead," I said, working up a snit. "You've got me halfway through Rewind 4. Halfway through Naked High 2. Just into a sketch of DoaL 156. You've got me starting the Super Bowl story, and the Mardi Gras story for Dryad's festival. You're making me juggle a gazillion balls in the air at once. You will NOT leave!"

"Oh, I love it when you get all assertive," she purred. "But I have to leave."

"No, you don't." I pushed her into the computer chair, and quickly knelt between her legs. Before she knew it, I had my tongue buried in her pussy and was working her up nice and good. Michelle was on a hair-trigger--but I knew the signs, and pulled away just as they started.

"NO!" she groaned. "MORE!"

"You going to leave?"

"I have to go help find Marco!"

"Well, then I guess you don't get to cum, then." She groaned so loud I almost went deaf. "Or, you could just stay here, and help me write, and get a little reward....." I gave her another lick.

"Oh, God!" she moaned.

"You're not leaving yet, right?" Lick-moan. "If you want to cum, you have to agree to stay." Lick-shudder. "Marco can take care of himself, right?" Lick-groan. "So, you're not leaving, right?" Lick-moan

"OK! OK! I WON"T LEAVE! DAMMIT! JUST FINISH ME OFF!!!!!!" I dove back in with great gusto and drummed my tongue on her clit until she howled in orgasm.

After she collapsed into the chair, I picked her up, sat in the chair, and placed her back on my lap. She hummed contentedly for a while. She gradually regained coherence.

"OK, then. Naked High 2."

"Yes, master," she giggled. "I guess someone else will have to find him, I really *am* too busy, aren't I?"

[G]
---Frank

*****

Mark MK1 & His Author by Mark Reed
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I leaned back in my chair and took a deep breath. Yet another hot little ditty from FKW. One of these days I'd end up regretting reading them in the library.

Mark shifted positions from standing behind me and reading over my shoulder to leaning against the side of the computer desk and reading from the side. I saw him looking at me oddly out of the corner of my eye and glanced at him. "What?"

His odd look turned to a cocky grin. "I wouldn't mind, you know."

I gave him a confused look. "Mind what?"

"What you were thinking."

I gave him an even more confused look. I tried to remember what I'd just been thinking about. I'd finished reading a message from Ed, and was silently lamenting the fact that everyone seems to have fun with their muse but me. Friday has a rather large string of admirers, and Frank makes sure to keep Michelle happy. Cat has Marco, as well as a few other admirers. I was beginning to feel a little bit left out. Mark never seemed to have a problem. Not only are most of the ladies attracted to him, but since he's bi...

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't even think about it."

His grin widened even further and he motioned for me to continue reading through the posts. I shook my head and snorted to myself. Sometimes it doesn't pay to be straight and have a bisexual male muse. At least things are rarely boring when Mark's around.

*****

Macro Update:

At this point, Marco is still missing. If you've seen him, please send him home to Cat.

--Fin--

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