Friday Knight Writers' Block

Friday Becomes A Muse

© 2003 by Girl Friday, Arty, and Rod Ramsey

Reposted with permission of the authors.

It all started innocently enough. Arty was theoretically singing my praises.

She's good! (Writing I mean - apparently her halo's somewhat bent from her activities at Franks' place, something to do with getting into a compromising position with a Dragon! LOL!)

Arty

Well, naturally I had to respond:

Darn it, Arty! Are you trying to completely trash my reputation?

I'm sure I would remember something as enjoyable as you are implying. [Note to self: monitor future alcohol consumption]

If I've been in a compromising position with a Dragon, it's because you put me there in one of your wonderfully comic stories. Little Red Friday Hood was pure genius, but I still have a special fondness for Fridaylocks and the Mean Sheriff.

Friday
who wonders if she can join the muses' guild now

Arty actually agrees with me! Will wonders never cease?

Well let's see ...

Inspired stories. Check.
Funny and Sexy. Check.
Communicates Ethereally. Check. (My home network is ethernet!)
Does erotic things with Honey and Chocolate Syrup. Check.

Well ma'am that all seems to be correct. I think I can safely say that you are eligible for Junior Muse (Chocolate Edition).

So will everyone stand and welcome:
Girl Friday JM(CE)

Arty

Here comes Rod with my initiation ceremony:

Initiation of Friday, JM(CE)

Poetry in motion. That's the only way to describe the scene. Three naked muses lead a lovely young woman up the stone stairs. I stand with the others, mortal and muse, as a hush falls over the assembled crowd. Gently they pull the white robe from her shoulders, revealing her body. The muses guide her to the altar, gently laying her naked form on the oak planks. The two younger muses take their places at the ends while the older one turns to address the audience.

"Authors, brothers, sisters and distinguished guests, greetings," she says. "It is with great pleasure that we welcome Friday into the family of muses."

Turning to face the alter she nods to the younger muses. They begin a sensuous dance, slowly gyrating around the bemused woman. Michelle hands Kira and Dana each a crystal carafe as they dance past. Taking her own carafe in hand she stands before the woman, a smile on her lips.

"Friday, do you accept the roll of muse?" she asks.

"Yes, Mistress," she replies as a thin stream of chocolate flows from the carafe onto her stomach.

"Friday, as a muse do you agree to subject yourself to your master?" Dana asks, slowly pouring chocolate onto her breasts.

"No, not really," Friday replies with a giggle.

"Typical muse," I mutter to no one in particular.

"Friday, do you agree to forsake all other forms of expression to further your master's artistry?" Kira asks.

As the syrup begins to tickle her thighs, Friday laughs out loud. "Your joking right? I'm too good an author to give that up for the sake of someone else?"

Michelle leans down and whispers something in Friday's ear. Her hand teasing the young woman's chocolate covered breast. Friday continues to giggle as they speak in quiet voices. I don't need to hear the conversation, what muse has ever subjected herself to such restrictions? Kira, for one, is fickle and never has.

Regaining her composure Friday looks to Kira and finally replies, "Yes, Mistress. I agree to subject myself as a muse to the needs and inspiration of my master." The smile on her lips gives lie to her words.

As Michelle kneels next to Friday, her mouth descends to the woman's breast. Dana leans over to take the second one in her mouth as Kira parts Friday's legs. From my vantage point I catch a glimpse of a chocolate coated vulva, seconds before Kira's auburn hair blocks my view. Friday's form writhes on the alter for the minutes that the other muses kiss and lick her body clean of the sticky fluid. Her hips rise as Kira teases her clit, her tongue flicking over the sensitive nubbin. "Oh, God! Yes," she cries, her hands tangled in the other muses' hair, pulling them tight against her breasts. Her body trembles and a low moan escapes her lips as she reaches her climax. Michelle and Dana disentangle themselves from Friday's hands as Kira laps up the last of her juices.

Michelle turns to face the audience once more, "Brothers and sisters, please join us to finish the ceremony and welcome Friday, Junior Muse (Chocolate Edition)."

I join the line of muses and authors as they form up to kiss and fondle the newest muse. My hand trails up her legs, sliding between parted thighs. I take advantage and kiss Friday on the lips, giving the girl a wink as I pass on. Kira gives me a kiss as I descend the stairs, her breasts coated in a thin sheen of chocolate that I will enjoy cleaning from her.

As the ceremony comes to an end Friday stands up with the help of the other muses. Artyeleven climbs the stairs to take possession of his muse. Friday, in typical muse fashion, gives him a broad smile and vanishes.

--End--

It should have ended there, but then I had the audacity to try my hand at website design.

Arty noticed ...

*Shouts* Rod, I think we need another ceremony.

Friday is no longer a Junior Muse she's now a:
Web-Mistress Muse (Chocolate Edition)

I invite you all to offer your congratulations to

Friday WMM(CE)

Arty
(Who's _very_ happy now!)

Rod, never one to turn down a challenge, stepped up to the plate:

Friday WMM(CE)

Have you ever seen a dragon in a tuxedo. Don't laugh. Whatever you do, don't laugh. I just finished putting out some unfortunate soul with a fire extinguisher and do not look forward to doing it again.

A regal looking female muse stood on the dias, wings fluttering in annoyance as the crowd took its own sweet time settling down. I put the fire extinguisher away and headed for the bar, knowing that the ceremony would start later rather than sooner. Friday was still licking some residual chocolate off a well built Adonis of a muse in the back corner as I opened my beer.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready. You're already late for your own coronation as Web-Mistress," I said to her as she sucked a drop of syrup off his nipple.

"Party pooper," she replied, returning to the god- like muse.

He reached around Friday, sticking his large tanned hand out. "Mark, Mk I. But you can call me Mark," he said introducing himself.

"Ah yes. Mark's muse. I should have known by the surfer look," I replied, shaking his hand.

"I just call him Mr. Yummy," Friday giggled.

I was just about to make some smart-alec reply when Kira and Dana showed up and took Friday by the arms. Kira winked at me as they led her away.

I found my seat and was sipping my beer, waiting for the start when a cat jumped into my lap.

"Meow," Cat said, snuggling on my lap.

"Meow, yourself Cat. Can't you go sit on Tony's lap instead. You're going to get me in trouble sitting on mine," I replied.

"Trouble's my middle name," she said, rubbing against me and making it hard to concentrate on my beer.

Yes that's it. Focus on the beer, not the lovely creature rubbing her body against me. Don't listen to the purring sound she's making. Don't let the softness distract you. No, no, no. Damn! Just as I was reaching to pet the pussy, she slipped off my lap and stalked away. Her body moving lithely through the crowd as she snuck up on her next prey. Poor unsuspecting Arty.

(Ahem)
"Good Afternoon everyone," the regal muse announced. "As you know Friday has studied hard and has progressed to the point of becoming a Web-Mistress Muse in her own right. It is with great pleasure that we make this honorable title official. Sorry but there will be no chocolate covered Friday for you to molest this time."

An audible groan is heard with that announcement. It quickly quiets as Friday is brought out onto the stage. She is wearing a white gown and appropriately enough a slightly bent and tarnished halo sits upon her short dark hair. A large white box is carried out by Mark and another male muse I don't recognize. Kira and Dana, pull the gown from her body, then kneel at her feet.

"As President of the English Speaking Muse Society, it is my honor to welcome you into our world as a full fledged muse." The muse paused for affect. Then continued, "Friday, do you willingly accept the rules and agree to abide by the doctrine of our society?" she asked.

"Do I get wings this time?" Friday asked.

"Answer the question and you will find out."

"Yeah, sure. I'll be a good Web-Mistress Muse," she replied. "It should be amusing."

"Close your eyes."

When Friday's eyes close, the muse nods to Mark and the other male muse. Lifting from the box a set of white feather and silver glitter wings, they approach Friday. The young woman/muse giggles and shivers as they settle the wings on her shoulders. Mark reaches around to fasten the buckle in front. As his hands leave her body the harness fades to match her skin.

"Open your eyes Friday," the muse instructs her.

"So when do I get my wings?" Friday asks with a pout.

"Look."

Friday turns her head to look at the wings sitting on her shoulders. A broad smile fills her face as she reaches to touch the soft material. Kira and Dana stand up, wings sprouting from their shoulders. They take Friday by the hand and begin to float up, wings beating slowly in the warm air.

"Oh my God," Friday squeals as her feet leave the earth.

Friday whooping and hollering as she performs swoops and rolls. The three muses make two full circuits of the room before settling back on the stage.

Tears stream down her flushed cheeks, she sits on the edge of the stage. She smiles at those of us in the V.I.P. section.

"Thank you so very much," she says quietly. "I've always wanted wings."

-- The End --

From the back some clown calls out in a loud voice, "Red Bull!"

Just when I thought it was over, Arty starts going nuts with my credentials.

The partial list follows:

JM(CE) Junior Muse (Chocolate Edition)
WMM(CE) Web Mistress Muse (Chocolate Edition)
MM(BL) Mistress Muse (Black Leather)
SMM(CC) Sex Maniac Muse (Crossed Condoms)
LM(CiG) Librarian Muse (Cute in Glasses)
SWM(CiS) SnowWoman Muse (Cute in Snow)
RM(NBHOT) Reticent Muse (Not Blowing Her Own Trumpet)
GM(SCaW) Goddess Muse (Seriously Cute and Wonderful)
VM(CwST) Vampire Muse (Cute with Sharp Teeth)

And now Rod is doing it too ...

SSM(CiC) Super Sexy Muse (Covered in Chocolate)

I give up. Arty and Rod both keep adding to the list. Arty is taking over the archiving duties on this now at Her Museness.

Hey, I don't make this crap up. You got a problem with it, talk to Arty. I have no idea how he comes up with this stuff. Have you seen the stories he writes about me?

Check them out here: The Friday Chronicles by Arty. One day I may learn to keep my mouth shut around Arty, but for now I'm having too much fun!

Be sure to read Rod Ramsey's other muse stories. They aren't all about me, but they are great reading.

--Fin--

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