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Halloween is coming! This is my shameless request for stories about costumed kids - not a challenge, just something close to my heart.
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Accidents Happen! So maybe you didn`t plan to turn your science project into a mind control device. Or you entranced the wrong identical sibling. Or the milf next door shared the subliminal music mix with your own mother. Accidents happen so make the most of it.
- Submitted by Anonymous
The New Order: Chapter 4 - Telling Tales Out of School
by The Pediatrician
mg; mdom; tf; mast; viol
Suddenly, everything sped up and seemed to happen in triple speed. The Asian girl squeaked in shock and crab-walked backwards, her hands and backside sending the small pile of spilled cans clattering across the floor. The redhead took a step back and raised her gun, the gaping maw looking like the entrance to a tunnel as she pointed it squarely between my eyes. “Drop it!” she shouted, her little-girl voice surprisingly loud as it rang through the abandoned store. “Drop it now!”
I jumped in surprise and raised the shotgun, pointing it in the vague direction of the redhead. “You drop it!” I shouted back just as loudly.
Rachel took a step closer to me and yanked the butcher knife from behind her back. “Don’t you point that thing at Mikey!” she hissed as she waved the tip of the lethal blade at the redhead.
The redhead shifted her aim to Rachel. “Drop it, Hot Pants!” she shouted.
How DARE she Hot Pants?… Even though I didn’t need to, I racked another round in the shotgun for emphasis, ignoring the perfectly good shell as it clattered to the floor. “YOU drop it, bitch!” I snarled.
Our opponent took a step back and returned her aim to my head. “YOU drop it!” she growled.
Rachel took a step to the side and a half-step towards the redhead, who shifted her aim, and I took half a step to my side and bumped against a shelf and a shower of tuna fish cans rained down on my feet, and the redhead pointed the gun at me as she tried to maintain her footing, and Rachel tried to move in front of me to block her shot while I tried to get a clear shot over Rachel’s head and the redhead kept wavering her gun back and forth trying to keep us both in her sights as my tiny lover and I each kept trying to use our own bodies to protect the other…
“I think,” said a small, quiet voice in heavily accented English, “that we should all just calm down. Everyone just… relax.”
Out of the corner of my eye I watched as the Asian girl stood up, her back against the shelf behind her as she held out her hands in a calming gesture. “We are all safe, nobody is going to shoot anyone… or stab anyone,” she added as she glanced at the glowering Rachel. “Let us all just calm down and not do anything drastic.”
“Doc, he’s a Feral – a threat!” the redhead hissed, her eyes not moving from mine as she glared at me.
“I do not think he is, Colonel,” the Asian responded as she took a step towards us. A corner of her mouth quirked up in amusement, and she took a second, tentative step forward. “For one thing, he is holding a gun. And he is not trying to rape and eat us.”
“Yet. And it’s a weapon, not a gun.” Still, the redhead relaxed ever so slightly and lowered the barrel of her pistol so that it no longer pointed at my face, but rather somewhere in the general direction of my groin. “And we don’t yet know if they’re a threat or not.”
“I’m a threat,” Rachel hissed beside me.
“Rach, stop it,” I said gently as I too lowered my shotgun slightly. “I don’t think they mean us any harm. I think this was just an accident, that we just sort of… ran into each other.”
“Exactly,” the Asian girl – the doctor – replied. She took another small step forward until she was right in front of me, gently placed her fingertips on the barrel of the shotgun, and pushed it down so it pointed at the floor. “And he is talking,” she added over her shoulder, “yet more evidence that he is not a Feral.” She turned her attention back to me, looking up at my face and smiling widely. “I’m Doctor Lam Tran, and this is my self-appointed bodyguard, Colonel McCrea,” she said by way of introduction, her words calm and measured and even, flowing from her lips as if she were trying to talk down a maniac.
I looked down at the girl standing before me and started to smile a small, hidden smile. She was a few inches shorter than Rachel, and looked to be much, much thinner. On a different girl her straw-thin frame might have appeared gaunt, but with her golden skin, her long, silky black hair, and her wide, gentle smile she just looked young and lean and incredibly cute. Her eyes were wide brown pools that contained an incredible warmth and humor – warmth and humor that did nothing to hide the raw, almost overwhelming intelligence behind her gaze. She was dressed in ill-fitting hospital scrubs, the soft pink cotton outfit rolled at the cuffs to fit her diminutive frame and looking more than a little overused as it fell off of one shoulder. “I’m Michael, and this is Rachel. And I’m not ‘Feral,’” I replied as I let the shotgun dangle by my side and took a step back. “I’m… We’re just here to get some supplies. There’s more than enough for all of us, so we’ll stay out of your way.”
Doctor Tran lost her smile, cocked her head to one side as if she were a dog staring at something interesting, and stepped forward to stand squarely at my feet. “Why are you not Feral?” she asked almost rhetorically as she stared up at me.
“Doc, move away,” Colonel McCrea said in a low voice.
“Oh, stop it, Colonel,” the doctor said. She reached forward and thumped my chest lightly with her fingertips, her tiny digits barely registering on my ribcage, and then placed her fingertips against my throat to feel my pulse. “Hmmm,” she added thoughtfully. “What makes you so different?”
“He’s not different, he’s just fine,” Rachel interjected with a pout as she stepped close and grasped my arm firmly, almost as if I were a possession she was reluctant to share.
“Yes, that is true,” the doctor replied. “But why is he fine?”
“Doc…” the Colonel said, her incongruous little-girl voice taking on an exasperated tone.
“Uhm, okay, look,” I said as I tried to extricate myself from what was rapidly becoming more than a little uncomfortable. Between Rachel ‘claiming’ ownership, Doctor Tran peering at me like I was a bug under a microscope, and the still-hostile Colonel McCrea glaring at me suspiciously, I felt as though I needed to do something to fix the situation. “You two can just keep getting your food. We’ll go get some clothes that fit us. We don’t even have to see each other again.”
“Oh, do not be ridiculous,” Doctor Tran replied with a dismissive wave of her hand as she stepped back. “Of course you two are going to accompany us.”
“Doc!” Colonel McCrea said in an outraged tone. “We can’t! We have strict orders…”
“Yes, yes, the orders.” The Asian girl crouched over her spilled cans and started to retrieve her lost treasures, dropping each over her shoulders into the pink, vinyl backpack featuring the cartoon image of a Latin-American girl and her pet monkey. “After everything that has happened, I think we have to be a bit flexible in how we accomplish those orders now, do we not?” She turned her head and peered at her companion, the tips of her hair lightly brushing the floor beneath her. “Is that not what Marines do?” she added with a tiny, almost imperceptible humor in her voice. “Adapt to changing circumstances?”
“Ah, what makes you think that we want to join you?” I asked. I forced myself to tear my eyes away from the firm little-girl ass of the squatting Doctor Tran and turned my attention to the Colonel. The redhead was even tinier than either Rachel or the doctor, not even reaching the midpoint of my ribcage, and if I had to guess I would say that her body had been transformed into a form that was the youngest I had yet seen. She had an unruly mop of dark red hair that she had twisted into a part-bun, part-ponytail behind her head, emerald eyes that seemed harder than steel, and a thin, angry slash of a mouth as she glowered at my young lover and me. Like the doctor she too had tried to adapt her attire to her new diminutive form, and the effect of the rolled-up camouflage pants and the tent-like uniform jacket hanging from her almost microscopic frame would have been humorous if it weren’t for the deadly-looking pistol held tight between her tiny palms. She caught me staring and fixed me with a glare that could have melted metal as she tightened her grip on her weapon.
“Of course you are coming with us,” Doctor Tran replied. “Four people are better equipped to handle this new world than two. Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself…” She paused to scoop up two more cans of tuna, her slim backside dancing beneath loose cotton, and glanced at me. “Where were you intending on going?”
“New York City,” I said.
“Yeah, Mikey and I are going to find out what happened to my parents,” Rachel added.
“Then that is fine.” Doctor Tran stood up and readjusted the straps of her backpack, settling it on her shoulders more firmly. “We are going to Washington. That is on the way, so we will travel together at least that far. Once we get there safely, we will have the military give you some supplies and you can continue your journey. You can protect us, and we can protect you.” She turned and faced the sputtering redhead. “Does that not sound like a good idea, Colonel?” she said in a light tone of voice, a tone that carried undercurrents of authority that would brook no objection.
“That sounds good to us!” Rachel piped up.
“Rach!” I hissed at my companion. You can’t be serious…
“Doc!” the Colonel hissed at Doctor Tran.
“Excellent!” Doctor Tran clapped her hands and rubbed them together. “Now that we have got that settled, let us see about getting more of what we need. After all, we are perfectly safe in here.”
“And… how do you know that?” Rachel asked as she glanced nervously behind us.
Doctor Tran grinned. “Because we have been standing in an aisle in an abandoned, powerless store for five minutes shouting at each other, and nothing has come by to rape us and eat our faces.”
Rachel thought about it for a moment, and then broke into a wide smile. “That’s true!” She almost seemed bubbly as she slipped the butcher knife back into the waistband of her shorts and stepped next to Doctor Tran. The two whispered to each other for a minute, and then both glanced at me. I shrank a little under the twin stares, one clinical and one adoring, and then the pair huddled again in quiet conference. I gaped at the pair, then at Colonel McCrea, who returned my astonished gaze. You have GOT to be fucking kidding me, I thought.
“We need carts,” Rachel suddenly said, and the pair was off in a heartbeat, brushing past me as they made their way to the front of the store. I jumped in surprise and started after the pair, but was beaten to the punch by the tiny redheaded Colonel, who skittered past me on tiny, energetic feet as she too struggled to keep up with her charge. Doctor Tran and Rachel kept whispering like old girlfriends, ignoring everything around us as they held a quick conference by the carts. I took up position in the center of the main aisle, trying to keep an eye on the abandoned store, the front doors, Rachel, and the two new girls all at the same time, while Colonel McCrea leaned against a powerless soft drink vending machine and looked dyspeptic. I watched as Rachel and Doctor Tran held a whispered conference by the shopping carts, both of them glancing over at Colonel McCrea and myself every so often. “Okay, we’ve decided,” Rachel finally said.
“Ms. Gillespie and I will gather what we need,” Doctor Tran continued without missing a beat, “and you two will keep a watch out for dangers. We move together as a group, first for food, then for medicine, and finally to get some clothes.”
“It’s Rachel, Lammy,” my tiny lover said easily as she smiled at her new best friend. “And then we’ll transfer everything over to their SUV outside, ‘cause it can carry more stuff.”
“And Michael will drive, because he is actually large enough to see over the dashboard without having to sit on a stack of phone books,” Lam concluded. “We will work together, and that way we will all survive.” Her brown eyes narrowed and became as sharp as flint as she glared at the glowering redhead nearby to me. “Do you have a problem with that, Colonel?”
I glanced over at the tiny redhead leaning against the soda machine. Colonel McCrea glared at me once more, almost seemed to sneer at Rachel, and then turned her attention to Lam. “No,” she replied grudgingly. “I’m okay with that.”
“Excellent. Shall we?” Lam and Rachel each grabbed a large shopping cart and moved back into the grocery section of the store, while I trailed a dozen feet behind the pair. Colonel McCrea pushed off the machine and followed us from the rear, and I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my skull.
“No, you do not want those,” Lam said to Rachel as they stopped back in the cookie and cracker aisle and my lover started to grab more snack cakes. “Empty calories, they will not do you much good. You want these,” she added as she pulled a few boxes of spicy, wheat-based crackers from the opposite side of the aisle.
“I’m not saying that we try to survive on only these,” Rachel argued back. “I’m just suggesting that we grab a few dozen boxes for quick energy.”
“They do not provide energy, only fat,” Lam replied.
As the tiny blonde and the even smaller Asian girl argued over the nutritional merits of junk food, I glanced back at the glowering Colonel McCrea, who stood in a ready position, feet braced and arms hanging straight in front of her, the small pistol held tightly in her grip. Just the brief trek from the front of the store had caused her billowy, voluminous uniform to sag slightly, and as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other the waist of her pants slid down a few inches to expose a wide expanse of pale-white hip. “You’re going to need something better than what you’ve got on right now,” I mentioned.
Her green eyes flashed and she glared at me. “Don’t worry yourself about it,” she hissed as she hitched her pants back up. “We won’t be together long enough for it to become an issue.”
“Hey, we were doing just fine on our own before we ran into you two,” I shot back. “Don’t do us any fucking favors.”
“I can put you down right here, right now,” she replied with a cold heat as she wriggled the pistol in her grip.
“You’re the size of a puppy,” I sneered. “I doubt if you’re in any shape to take down anything more substantial than a boy-band poster, little girl.”
Colonel McCrea’s eyes flashed and she took a step forward, a step that I mirrored. She tightened her grip on her pistol, I felt my hands tighten around the shotgun in my grip, our eyes locked on each other’s as we glared daggers…
“Is everything all right back there?” asked Lam.
I held Colonel McCrea’s eyes for another heartbeat, and then turned. “Yup, everything’s fine,” I replied, my voice as neutral as I could make it and a strained smile on my face.
“Yeah, no problem here,” the tiny redhead added.
Lam gazed at the two of us for a few seconds, her eyes cool and calculating. “Hmm,” she murmured before turning back to Rachel. “We need some canned vegetables as well,” she said to my lover as she turned and strode purposefully away.
“Okay, but no green peppers!” Rachel replied as she took off down the aisle after her brand new BFF. “Pigs won’t even eat green peppers, so I won’t either!”
I moved to follow, only to feel Colonel McCrea bump up against my hip as she pushed her way past. “This isn’t over, fucker,” she hissed quietly in a voice only I could hear as she stalked after the chatting pair.
“Anytime you wanna dance, cunt,” I hissed back. What the hell is her fucking problem…
We made short work of the grocery section, and in just a few minutes had completely filled the first cart with cans of food, boxes of non-perishable carbohydrates, six large jugs of bottled water, and several dozen bags of dried jerky. As Rachel and Doctor Tran wheeled their carts down the main aisle towards the other half of the store they chatted like old friends, their easy words flying back and forth and mostly inaudible over the rattling of the cart wheels. Every so often one of them would make some unheard comment, and the pair would glance back at either Colonel McCrea or I before going back to their low-volume conversation.
As for the redhead and myself, we nonverbally decided that we were both going to trail behind the pair without actually acknowledging the other’s existence. I know that she didn’t trust me, and on more than one occasion I felt her green eyes burning into the side or back of my head as I tried to keep an eye on the pair before us. As for me, the distraction was doubly hard because of something far more primal… namely her scent. She smelled sweet, female, feminine, and vaguely floral, and I knew that if it weren’t for the fact that she would put a bullet straight into my brain I might have become aroused. I tried distracting myself by looking elsewhere, but the only other choices were Rachel (whose wriggling backside really didn’t help calm me down) or Doctor Tran (who had a disconcerting habit of letting the collar of her scrubs droop down over one shoulder until the fabric barely covered one side of her flat, little-girl chest to expose a round, firm, flawlessly tanned shoulder). A scan of the abandoned store only took about fifteen seconds, so there was no help there. Down, boy, I silently willed my twitching cock. Now’s not the time.
The pharmacy was dark, and after a quick whispered conversation Rachel used a ‘waiting bench’ to clamber up onto the counter. “We’ll be back in a second,” she called to the Colonel and me as she helped the doctor up and the pair hopped down the other side. “Lammy thinks there’s some valuable stuff in here we’ll need.”
“Don’t take too long,” the Colonel interrupted as I opened my mouth to respond. “We’ve already been in here a lot longer than I’m comfortable with.”
“Do not worry about it,” Lam replied. “We will not be but a second.”
Once more the redhead and I glowered at each other while our charges rummaged around in the gloomy pharmacy. Neither one of us felt the need to speak, to acknowledge the other’s existence as we waited. Fortunately we didn’t have long to wait, as first Lam and then Rachel clambered back over the counter, a small shopping basket overflowing with bottles of pills and tubes of ointments. “I can’t fucking believe they’re out,” Rachel groused with a disgusted, disappointed look on her face.
“Do not worry,” Lam replied. “They are common, I am sure you can find some somewhere else.”
“Find what?” I asked.
Rachel and Lam exchanged a glance, and then the blonde blushed and looked away. “Don’t worry about it,” she muttered. “I’ll tell you later.”
“Okay, only another few minutes,” Lam said as she dropped the basket into the second cart. “Ms. G… Rachel says that she can select us clothing very quickly. We will do that, and then leave.”
“Finally,” Colonel McCrea said with a scowl on her face. “This is taking fucking forever!”
“It’ll take as long as it takes,” I replied with a scowl. We’d only been together for less than half an hour, and I was already sick of both her company and her attitude. “Maybe if you pulled the stick out of your ass, we could get out of here faster.” The redhead’s eyes flashed with rage and she took a step forward, but I wasn’t about to give an inch. “I don’t fucking like you, you don’t like me, that’s fine… But they like each other, and they’ve decided we’re travelling together,” I added, waving a hand towards Rachel and Lam. “So shut your fucking mouth, do your fucking job, and deal with it. The faster we get to Washington, the faster you can go your own way and we’ll go ours. The more you keep bitching and complaining, the longer it’s gonna take.” I smiled a tight, evil little smile. “Stop acting like a little brat, little girl,” I added viciously.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Colonel McCrea replied with a growl. “Or…”
“Or else what?” I shot back. God damn mother fucking cunt needs the goddamn attitude smacked out of her, that’ll shut her up…
“Does he normally act like this?” Lam asked Rachel quietly.
“Stop it, both of you!” Rachel stomped between the pair of us and pushed me back. Even though I could have easily resisted I let her restrain me, although I glared at the redhead over the top of her head. “Mikey, what’s got you so angry?”
“That god damn little bitch keeps baiting me!” The second that the words left my mouth I could hear how petulant, how immature, how childish it sounded, and I felt ashamed. With a sigh I slumped and leaned against the shelves behind me, and waved a hand. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I admitted. “I guess I’m just keyed up with everything that’s going on.”
“Okay, it’s okay.” Rachel gave me a quick squeeze, and then turned on Colonel McCrea, her green eyes flashing with rage. “And you! I don’t know what your problem is…”
As my lover raged against the stoic Marine, Doctor Tran sidled up beside me. “Have you always had problems with your temper?” she asked in a clinical tone of voice.
“No, never,” I replied. With an ironic laugh I added, “I was one of the most even-tempered guys you’d ever meet. I don’t know why I’m so pissed off all the time these days.”
“Hmm.” She sidled closer and peered up into my face, her brown eyes meeting my gaze as she apparently tried to peer into my soul. “Do you ever feel the need to hurt Rachel? Physically, or sexually?” she suddenly asked.
“What?!? No, never!” I replied, taken back by the question.
“Never what?” Rachel asked hotly as she paused in her verbal reaming of the smaller girl before her.
“Nothing, do not worry about it,” Lam replied. She searched my face for another few seconds, and then turned back to the carts. “I think we will all feel better once we’re back on the road,” she said as she took command of the situation. “Let us just get the clothes, and then we can be on our way.” Rachel glared at Colonel McCrea for another heartbeat, and then grabbed her own cart and followed Lam. I stared at the redhead for another moment, who stared impassively back at me, and without another word we turned to follow the pair.
At the edge of the clothing section Lam stood still, a slightly confused look on her face as she scanned rack after rack of fine attire. “I do not even know where to begin,” she said as she shook her head.
“Well, first off, you’re in the wrong place,” Rachel replied decisively as she stepped past the smaller girl. “That’s the Women’s section, and they won’t have anything that’ll fit us. We want Girl’s.” She took several steps across the aisle to the appropriate section, turned, and peered at the bewildered Asian girl for a moment. “Size five extra-small,” she muttered to herself as she scanned the Doctor from head to toe. “The Colonel, size four extra-small. I’m a six.” Without hesitation she turned, looked over the racks for a moment, and then started yanking clothing off their hangers. “Move the cart over here,” she ordered, tossing tiny little outfits over her shoulder.
“Uhm, Rachel, I don’t think I’d want to wear this,” Lam said as a black tank-top with a gigantic, sparkly rhinestone heart emblazoned on the front landed on her shoulder and she held the garment in front of her as if it were radioactive.
“Don’t be silly, that’s not for you,” Rachel tossed over her shoulder in a distracted tone. “That’s for Colonel McCrea. With your coloring, you could never pull that off.”
“Coloring?” Doctor Lam looked over at the redhead and me in confusion. I glanced at the Colonel, who looked just as mystified, and then shrugged. “What coloring am I?” she asked the blonde tornado.
“Not now, later,” Rachel said. She grasped an entire rack of tops, turned, and dumped them on top of her previous treasures. “Follow.” Jeans, shorts, swimwear, shoes, seemingly everything cascaded into the shopping cart with no rhyme or reason. No less than a complete shelf of prepackaged girl’s intimates, panties and bras, found their way into our growing stash. Rachel paused, flipped her pigtails over her shoulders, peered at me critically, grunted and nodded. Without another word she strode purposefully down a side-aisle, making her way towards the Men’s section.
“I got her,” Colonel McCrea said, and the redhead took off after my lover.
Lam and I stared at the mountain of girl’s clothing filling the cart. Slowly, the doctor reached out and picked a tiny piece of pink cotton from the top of the mound – a frilly, lace-edged miniature bra designed to fit someone without breasts. She glanced down at the front of her scrubs, hitched her shoulder to re-cover her exposed upper chest, and then turned her gaze to me. “I… might be wrong,” she said slowly, “but I really do not think that I need something like this. Right now, at least.”
I sighed. “Don’t try to resist it,” I warned with a sad shake of my head. “This is a fight you can’t win.”
“Ah.” She held up the tiny piece of lingerie in front of her as if trying it on, and then eyed some of the other items in the cart as she looked thoughtful. “We are going to be her dress-up dolls, are we not?”
“Yes. It makes her happy.”
“Ah.” She was quiet for another few seconds, and then nodded as she tossed the training bra back into the cart. “If it helps her survive…” she mumbled to herself.
I pretended I hadn’t heard, and anxiously peered down the side-aisle after Rachel and the Colonel. Once more I didn’t have long to wait – within another few minutes the Colonel reappeared, a shocked, overwhelmed look on her face, followed by an ambulatory pile of young men’s clothing moving forward on a pair of slim, coltish legs. “Okay, we have what we need now,” the pile said, which heaved itself atop the teetering cart and the tiny pigtail blonde reappeared. She tossed a pair of tennis shoes in my direction, which I caught easily, and then another pair towards Doctor Lam, who fumbled and dropped hers. “Put those on,” she said as she sank to the worn tile floor, kicked of her flip-flops, and slipped her own pair on her feet. “We can move faster, and not have to worry about leaving our shoes behind if we have to run.”
“Good idea, Rach.” I kicked off my own oversized footwear and slipped my feet into my new shoes, while Lam carefully and delicately slipped off her own sandals and donned hers.
As I stood back up I glanced at Colonel McCrea’s feet, and had to stifle a laugh at the brilliant pink tennis shoes with a picture of a cartoon fairy on the top of the toes. I evidently wasn’t discrete enough in my glance, because the tiny redhead fixed me with a dagger stare. “Not a fucking word,” she glowered.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said innocently.
Rachel glanced sharply in my direction. “Both of you, quit it,” she said with a scowl.
Newly shod, we made our way back to the front of the store, our new shoes squeaking on the tile floor. At the doors we paused, all four of us peering through the somewhat grimy glass at the seemingly-still-abandoned parking lot. The cherry-red Hummer was parked tantalizingly close, only about thirty feet away, yet with the threat that the Ferals posed to us in this new world it might have been miles. “I don’t see any of those things out there,” I finally said quietly.
“That doesn’t mean much,” Colonel McCrea replied. Her words were neutral, even, and calm, all hostility towards me evidently forgotten as she scanned the steaming asphalt for threats. “As fast as these things move, they could be on us before we had a chance to react. We’ve got so many blind spots right now from in here, there could be an entire platoon of those things hiding behind some of those cars and we wouldn’t even know it.”
“We saw one before, and it wasn’t exactly hiding,” Rachel added. “It was just kind-of… standing there.”
“Really?” Doctor Lam pulled out a small, spiral-bound notebook and made a quick notation with her pen. “What exactly was it doing?”
“Not now, Doc.” The Colonel pressed her small, child-like cheek against the glass and tried to peer off to the left, and then repeated the action to the right. Finally, she took a step back and made a disgusted face. “I think we’re going to have to risk it. Okay, we move like this… I’ll take point, then the Doc, then Hot Pants, and finally the guy. We move fast and quiet, we don’t attract attention, and we should be okay.”
“Good plan, except I’m taking the lead.” I stepped forward and pressed my fingertips against the crack between the doors, tried to judge just how much effort it would take to slide one open, and then fixed the redhead with a neutral gaze of my own. “I’m bigger, I make a better target, and I’ve got ol’ Betsy here,” I added, hefting the shotgun for emphasis. “And her name is Rachel, by the way.”
The Colonel scowled ever so slightly as she thought about it, but as the seconds ticked by she couldn’t find a flaw in my logic. “Okay,” she said grudgingly. “You take point, Doc, Rachel, and then me,” she added, putting special emphasis on my companion’s name. “But when we go, we need to move.”
“No problem here. Ladies, you ready?” I looked over at Doctor Tran and Rachel. The Asian girl looked dispassionate, almost as if our planned flight were little more than a casual Sunday morning stroll, whereas my young lover had a look of nervous anticipation in her eyes. “Don’t worry, there won’t be any trouble,” I added.
“Ready,” the doctor simply said as she waited.
“I’ll be okay, Mikey,” Rachel replied as she tightened her tiny fists around the handle of the shopping cart.
“Okay then.” I held the shotgun at the ready as the Colonel wormed her fingers into the crack of the door. She glanced at me, and then pulled – and the door slid open with a quiet, grinding squeak. I immediately stepped outside and took five big steps forward, holding the shotgun to my shoulder as I spun first to my right, and then to my left, scanning the parking lot for any signs of movement. Behind me I heard the clattering wheels of the carts move as the girls transported our treasures to the Hummer, but my concentration was squarely focused on the world around me and not on the little girls doing all the heavy lifting.
We clustered at the rear gate of the Hummer, and I heard someone open the doors. “Fuck, I’m too small,” I heard Rachel mutter quietly. “I can’t climb up.”
“Here.” With a single fluid motion I hung the shotgun from my shoulder, spun, and grasped the tiny blonde around her slim waist. With a single hoist I lifted her quietly squealing form into the back of the Hummer, and then spun back while bringing the shotgun to bear once more. In all, the maneuver took less than three seconds – but I was convinced, convinced, that there was a threat out there, somewhere, just waiting to take advantage of my lowered guard.
While I guarded the girls, Doctor Tran tossed our loot into the back of the vehicle and Rachel stashed it behind the seats, I felt a tiny figure next to me. Colonel McCrea pushed the keys to the Hummer into the waistband of my sweats, and then slid away from us and towards a parked Audi a few rows over. “What are you doing?” I hissed as quietly as possible.
“I thought I spotted something earlier when we went by it,” she hissed back. “Don’t worry, just keep a look-out.”
For what felt like an eternity but was probably less than three minutes I scanned the parking lot, until Rachel tapped me on the shoulder. “Okay, we’re done,” she whispered as she hopped down from the vehicle. I repeated my holster-spin-hoist-rearm-scan maneuver, almost tossing the feather-light Doctor Tran into the back of the Hummer as Rachel moved over to my beater. Within seconds she had retrieved our lone suitcase and was wheeling it back to our new ride.
“What is she doing?” the tiny blonde whispered as she hoisted the suitcase into the back and peered at the slow-moving redhead.
“I have no idea,” I grumbled in response. I hoisted Rachel into the back of the vehicle, closed the doors while she and Doctor Tran scrambled over the backs and into the rear seats, and moved over to the driver’s door. The Colonel stood by the door of the Audi, standing on tip-toes as she shaded her eyes and peered inside. “Come on, come on,” I growled as I opened the door and stood at the ready.
And then… From around the corner of the store we heard a snarl as a Feral charged! “Colonel! Head’s up!” I shouted as I raised the shotgun – but I knew that there would be no way I could actually hit the thing before it was on the seemingly distant girl.
“Don’t worry, I got it!” the Colonel shouted back. As I took several purposeful strides in her direction she leaned back, shielded her face, and brought the butt of her pistol against the window. At the sound of the shattering glass the Feral picked up speed, his crazed gaze locked on the tiny redhead as his snarl rose in pitch and his fingers curled into claws. The Colonel coolly unlocked the car through the broken window and pulled open the door, leaning inside to grasp something from the front seat as the threat bore down upon her.
“Colonel!” Rachel’s voice echoed from the passenger door of the Hummer, her fear-filled tone even higher than usual.
“It’s okay, I’m ready!” The tiny redhead stepped back from the Audi as the Feral accelerated even faster, thirty feet… twenty feet… ten feet… I raised the shotgun, hoping to God I didn’t hit her when I pulled the trigger…
As the Feral lunged at the Colonel she finally moved, a maneuver in which she leaned back, twisted her body in mid-air, and stepped aside, all in a single, fluid motion. The Feral dove into the spot in which she had been mere milliseconds earlier, and she calmly brought up the pistol, planted the barrel in the base of the thing’s skull, and coolly pulled the trigger. The barely-muffled gunshot POPPED! across the parking lot, and even from my distant spot I could see fresh blood gush from the Feral’s nose and mouth as it face-planted into the asphalt, its body crumpling to the ground like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Without hesitating or looking back, the redhead stepped over the twitching corpse and trotted across the lanes, back to the Hummer. As I clambered into the driver’s seat, Doctor Lam pushed open the rear door and gave the tiny warrior a hand up into the oversized vehicle.
“What was so important that you had to risk that?” I said in an upset tone as I turned the key and the Hummer roared to life on the first try.
Colonel McCrea grinned an evil wolf-grin as she held up a small white object the size of a deck of cards. “Music player,” she replied. “Can’t have a road-trip without tunes.”
As I pulled away from the store and saw two more Ferals dashing down the road behind us as we accelerated away, I could only shake my head at the sheer insanity of it all.
“So a few days ago, I go to bed and everything’s normal,” the tiny redhead in the back seat said as she pressed bullets into another empty clip. “And then I wake up the next morning, and I’m like this.” Colonel McCrea waved her hand to indicate her current diminutive form, dropped the reloaded clip into the bag at her feet, and fished another empty into her lap.
“Where was this?” Rachel asked as she knelt on the seat and peered into the back.
“Pendleton. California.” Click, click, click. “At first nobody knew what was going on, but hey, we’re Marines and we’re used to rolling with the punches. I called base command, found out that half the crew on base were missing, and that everyone was in the same boat as me. I put on what I could make fit me and headed on in.” She sighed, rubbed under her nose, and resumed her task. “The whole place was a mess, nobody knew what was happening, the command staff had been decimated by the ‘vanishings.’ There were a few sergeants still around trying to maintain order, but it’s hard to take a teenage boy shouting orders at you seriously, let alone the few token little-girl NCOs. Finally we get a call from Washington, ordering us to grab a bunch of eggheads, stuff them on a plane, and haul ass to DC.”
I gently weaved around another pileup of twisted autos and straightened the Hummer back out. 95-North was eclectic – most sections of the highway were clear, with only the occasional abandoned car in the breakdown lane or in the center median standing forlorn vigil to their missing occupants, but I still had to be careful. Huge knots of wrecked autos, ranging in size from minor two-car fender benders to a gargantuan sixteen car and truck pileup just north of the city, made driving hazardous. Rachel and I had alternated telling our tale – how we had woken up, made contact with each other, and hid out in my apartment until conditions forced us out. Throughout the tale telling, the tiny redheaded colonel kept checking and readying the small cache of weapons she had stashed in the back of the vehicle, while the enigmatic Doctor Tran merely listened and jotted the occasional note in a small, spiral-bound notebook that seemed to magically appear and disappear at will.
“So you were the pilot?” Rachel asked.
I could see Colonel McCrea grin widely. “Not really. I was part of ‘eye-mef,’ she said simply, her voice containing the barest hint of pride and a southern twang. At our evident blank stares, she added, “I mean, the First Marine Expeditionary Force. I flew Super Cobras in the Gulf and Afghanistan. So, I could probably fake it, but no, I wasn’t the pilot. But, after what happened, I was the closest thing to a command pilot the Corps had at Pendleton, so I was tasked as Flight Commander.”
Doctor Tran flipped her notebook closed, poked the end of the pen against her chest to click it shut, and folded her hands in her lap. “I was one of the eggheads,” she added. “I was on shift at UCLA Medical when it happened. Nobody expected it – we just were adults one minute, and then children swimming in oversized clothing the next.
“So what kind of doctor are you?” I asked. “Surgical, general?”
Lam grinned. “Gerontology. I studied the diseases of aging.” As Rachel and I exchanged glances, she continued. “I have knowledge of general medicine, and you cannot work at a hospital without picking up some trauma experience. But my specialty was aging – which, evidently, was exactly what the people in the capitol needed at that moment.”
“Makes sense,” Rachel said.
“So I am in the emergency room, trying to deal with a flood of teenage boys and pre-teen girls, each of whom is…” She paused for a moment, her eyes growing distant as she groped for the proper way to phrase her statement. “Everyone is ‘freaking out,’ and a military convoy arrives and whisks me away.”
“Doc was one of the last specialists to arrive,” the Colonel added. “By that time we had a Super Herc fueled and spooling up on the tarmac, so we just jumped on board, shut the doors, and took off.”
“There were about forty people on the plane, twenty-five soldiers and fifteen specialists,” Lam interjected. “We were about evenly split between males and females.”
“The first part of the flight was fine, but then everything started going… sideways.”
“Sideways?” I asked Colonel McCrea as I glanced in the rearview mirror, slowly maneuvered around a jackknifed semi, and picked up speed once more.
The Colonel and Lam exchanged an inscrutable glance, and then the Colonel actually blushed and looked down at her hands. “We started getting horny,” Lam said with a simple shrug.
“Every woman on that plane was trying to ignore it, but we could all tell,” the redhead added. “We would start acting weird, and sneaking off to try to find a place to be alone so that we could… Y’know…”
“Masturbate,” Lam elaborated.
“Doc!”
“Oh, come on, Colonel, it’s perfectly natural.” Lam leaned forward and propped her head on the seat between Rachel and I, her face slipping into what I would eventually call ‘professor mode’ as she spoke as if giving a lecture in a college classroom. “At approximately six AM Pacific Standard Time – about nine AM in Virginia – it was determined that there was a hormonal imbalance in the physiology of those transformed into designated biologically female that somehow increased the individual’s production of Oxytocin, Vasopressin, and Dopamine in the brain to dangerously high levels.” She turned her head slightly and regarded Rachel. “Basically, this Event that occurred rewired the female body to crave sex.”
“Really?” Rachel practically beamed. “So I wasn’t responsible for…” She glanced at Lam, then at me, and looked down at her feet as she blushed furiously.
“Not responsible for what?” the cool Asian girl asked curiously.
“She threw herself at me,” I replied. A corner of my mouth curled up. “Practically raped me. It was horrible.”
“Oh, shut up!” My tiny blonde lover laughed and punched me lightly in the arm. “You loved it, and you know it!”
“No, I was violated. I don’t know if I can ever trust again.” Slow, overturned tanker truck of – milk? Maneuver through the dried, reeking pool, back onto the asphalt…
“ANYway,” Colonel McCrea said, the tone in her voice making it clear that she was uncomfortable with this particular turn of the conversation, “that started over the Texas panhandle. By the time we hit Tennessee, the guys were starting to act weird as well.”
“They exhibited extreme hostility, especially towards their female counterparts,” Doctor Tran elaborated.
“The first sign of trouble came when one of the specialists attacked a female oncologist… What was her name?”
“Doctor Sandra Levin.”
“Right, Doc Levin. I heard that he started shouting at her, and she started to cry, and then he… hit her. Hard. And then he started choking her…”
“I notified the flight crew immediately, and Colonel McCrea came back. It took six women to pull him off of his victim, but by then it was too late. He had snapped her neck, and she was dead, and he kept raging about how she was the devil, that she had to die, things like that.”
“We sedated him, bound him to a seat, and tried to go on. But the other guys started acting the same way. Yelling at the girls, pushing them…” The redhead slumped in her seat and sighed. “And then we started to lose altitude.”
“Colonel McCrea ran forward, and some of the female specialists armed themselves in the back. Secretly, of course.”
“Of course.” The Colonel smiled a wan smile, and then returned to reloading clips. “Captain Parker was piloting, and he had Lieutenant Ramirez as co-pilot. I got back into the cockpit, and found that the captain was… He’d torn out the lieutenant’s throat with his teeth, and was gorging himself on her flesh as he raped her corpse. I shot him, and grabbed the controls.”
“The gunshot seemed to trigger a psychotic episode in the remaining males in the plane,” Doctor Tran took up. “They lost all cognitive capacity, and began to violently attack the females. We defended ourselves as best we could, but we were overwhelmed.” She sat back in her seat as her face took on a dispassionate, neutral mien. “They seemed to be driven by two primal functions – the need to breed, and the need to eat. I am not sure just how yet, but the twin drives were combined in the transformed male mind, and could only be expressed through violent, predatory acts.” Her impassive mask slipped a little at the end as the terrible memories returned to her mind.
“How horrible,” Rachel replied, looking more than a little sick.
“Yeah. It was bad.” The Colonel’s face softened just a bit, and she placed a gentle hand on Lam’s shoulder. After a brief pause, she took up the story once more. “I tried to keep the Herc’s nose up, but I flew helicopters, not prop planes, so I had to concentrate on everything just to figure out what to do. From the back, all I heard were screams and shots and shouting. And then…” She sighed and dropped her hand. “And then someone hit something in exactly the wrong spot, and I lost the avionics package. Half the board goes dark, and we started going down again.”
“I… managed to make it into the cockpit and lock the door behind me,” Lam said sadly. “And the males were assaulting the door, trying to get in at both myself and the Colonel. She was fighting to keep the plane in the air, and there were all these sirens…”
“We couldn’t make it to DC,” the redhead said simply. “We had barely enough fuel, but I couldn’t keep it in the air. At the last second we broke through the clouds, and I spotted an airport. I tried to land…”
“You did the best you could, Colonel,” Lam said quietly as she placed her hand on the Marine’s shoulder.
“I could have done better, I could have saved them…”
“They were already dead,” Lam said quietly as she slid across the back seat and gave the miserable redhead a hug. “Everyone was dead, and those who were not were trying to get in to kill us. You saved us.”
“I tried…”
Lam squeezed the Colonel. “You did. It was a controlled crash, one that killed the Feral behind us but kept the cockpit intact.
The redhead raised her face, and looked Lam in the eye. The two shared a deep, soul-full look for a moment… and then their lips came together and they kissed, a deep, passionate kiss that almost seemed to fill the cab of the Hummer with pure lust.
Rachel turned and sat forward in her seat, a shocked look on her face that I’m sure mirrored my own as we stared out of the windshield. To the accompaniment of murmurs of lust and the smack of lips from behind I slowed the vehicle and pulled to the side of the road, content to idle as I tried to figure out what to do during the pre-teen lesbian grope-and-make-out session in the back seat. I glanced at Rachel, who glanced at me, and then we quickly both returned our gazes to the abandoned road ahead of us. “Uhm…” I said slowly.
There was an almost violent smack as Colonel McCrea broke the kiss. “Eyes front, mister,” she growled before she pushed Lam onto the seat, laid her own body on top of the Asian girl’s, and let her hands roam as she feasted on the Doctor’s lips. As I fixed my gaze forward I heard the rustling of clothing, more proof of what was going on behind me.
“This is that effect I was talking about,” I heard Doctor Tran say in a breathy voice thick with lust during an evident break in which the redhead’s mouth was otherwise occupied. “I am sure that Rachel is feeling much the same effect right now. Why do you not take care of her, Michael?”
“But the seats are the ‘Line of Death,’” the Colonel added. “You cross back here, I’ll chop off whatever I find and keep it.”
“Stop talking and fuck me,” Lam moaned.
As the sounds of rustling clothing, flesh-on-flesh strokes, and kiss-muffled moans filled the cabin, I glanced over at Rachel and saw that Lam was indeed correct. My tiny blonde lover’s cheeks were flushed with a passion I had grown to recognize over the past few days, a clue that was rather extraneous at her actions. She looked over at me with a gaze of pure lust, her tiny nipples poking through the front of her make-shift tank top and her legs splayed wide as she stroked herself through the skin-tight Lycra wrapped around her hips. “It has been a while,” she murmured softly.
“How do you want to do this?” I asked as I stroked her bare knee. I could feel my cock quickly stiffening in my pants as I eyed the wanton pose of the pigtailed girl next to me.
Rachel grinned as she rolled forward and knelt on the seat. “I think you should sit back and enjoy the show,” she said softly. “You can keep an eye out, let me handle this.” With one hand she grasped the hip of her shorts and pulled them down her thighs, exposing her bare little-girl backside to the world, while with the other she fumbled with the draw string of my sweat pants. I raised my hips a bit to help her yank down the cloth and expose my thick, throbbing erection to her gaze, and then settled back onto the seat as she grasped my cock in her tiny hand.
She flipped her pigtails over one shoulder as she stared at my hard-on, a thin, girlish whimper of lust issuing from between her lips as she brought her mouth lower and lower. I stroked her bare ass as she slipped her other hand between her legs, and as her tongue lashed out to wash over the head of my cock she sank two fingers into her tight, hairless slit.
I tried to focus on the terrain outside the Hummer, but my lust made it difficult to concentrate. Between the sensations of Rachel’s bobbing head on my prick as she blew me, the sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of her sex, the gasps and moans from the back seat, and the smell of little-girl pussy filling the vehicle, I found it difficult to sense anything. Rachel managed to wedge the head of my cock between her lips as she feasted on me and pleasured herself, totally lost in her own overwhelming lust, and she gasp/moaned when I slid my hand back and wormed the first knuckle of my middle finger into her tight asshole. I could feel the spunk boiling in my balls, a testament to both Rachel’s prowess and the environment overwhelming my senses.
I looked into the rear-view mirror, and was graced with one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen. Colonel McCrea had pinned Lam to the seat, her lips fastened on her companion as she furiously stroked between the Asian girl’s legs. For her part Lam was giving just as good as she was getting, and had slid her hand down the front of the redhead’s pants to stroke her little-girl slit. The pair rolled their hips in time with each other, lost in the passion of their lovemaking, as tiny beads of sweat dotted their exposed flesh – of which there was a lot. As the Colonel pressed her body against Lam’s and deepened the kiss, Lam opened her eyes… and stared right into mine. The sheer erotic-ness of it all sent me even higher as we stared at each other, teenage boy and little girl, each locked in the grip of our own sexual energy.
I couldn’t actually say who came first, and in truth I don’t think it truly mattered in that moment. I could feel Rachel stiffen as she plunged her fingers deep, her entire body trembling in her own orgasm as her pussy twitched around her own digits. At the same time I saw Lam stiffen as she too came, her eyes half-rolling into the back of her head as waves of pleasure roiled through her body. The Colonel came with an intensity that surprised me, hunching down her hips to (evidently) impale herself on Lam’s fingers as she grunted and growled. And as for me, I tightened my grip around Rachel’s pigtails and held her head firmly as I pumped jet after jet of thick, sticky jism into the back of her throat, an issue that she happily and greedily swallowed. Time seemed to grind to a stop in the Hummer as the energy of four individual orgasms somehow combined into one massive, global climax…
And then we all collapsed, sagging into our respective seats as we shuddered through the aftershocks of our own individual orgasms. Rachel half-lay, half-knelt on the seat as she let my pulsing cock slip from between her lips, content to gasp and shudder with my prick resting on her cheek and her face buried in my groin. Doctor Lam returned her attention to her partner, holding the Colonel tight with one arm as she basked in the afterglow. The redhead pressed the Doctor against the seat, content to continue the feast on the Asian girl’s lips… and I tried to surreptitiously nudge the rear-view mirror back into place to conceal the fact that I had just gotten a free peep-show.
We remained like that for minutes, and then, slowly, without a word, we composed ourselves. The Colonel murmured something inaudible to Lam, sat up, fixed her clothing, and turned to stare out the window. Rachel gave my cock one last kiss, snugged my sweats back up around my waist, and pulled her own shorts up as she sat back in her seat. The Doctor pulled down the front of her scrubs and sat back up, but not before I got one last view of her smooth golden skin, featureless except for two tiny, rock-hard, dark brown nipples and a delightful little navel that seemed to wink at me as she moved. And I adjusted my shrinking cock in my sweats, loosely re-tied the drawstring, and put the Hummer in gear.
As we traveled back down the highway, I pressed the buttons and cracked the windows in a vague attempt to remove the sheer, overwhelming sex-smell filling the vehicle. Nobody said a word, nobody spoke, nobody commented on what had just happened – we were all too weirded out to say anything. The silence grew longer, more uncomfortable, more strained, as each of us groped for something, anything, to take our minds off of what just happened.
“So,” Rachel finally said quietly as she idly kicked the glove compartment in front of her, her swinging legs making her look even younger than she physically was. “How did you get this thing?”
“Ah, right.” The Colonel looked relieved to find something to take her mind off her moment of weakness, and she tore her gaze from the window back towards the vehicle interior. “Well, after the crash, the Doc and I needed some way to get to DC, so…”
As Rachel continued to ask leading questions and the Colonel gratefully held on to the conversation, I glanced in the mirror one last time. My eyes met Lam’s and we stared into each other’s soul for one long minute. I knew that, even though she was ‘with’ the redhead next to her, she couldn’t stop thinking about Rachel and I in the front seat. As for me, I wondered what Rachel would say if she knew that my mind was filling with thoughts – very impure, lust-filled, sexually-aggressive thoughts – about the young Asian girl in the back seat.
Just that morning I had one goal in mind – to get Rachel and myself out of Richmond. And now, seven hours later, I was in the beginning stages of what I hoped would not become a four-way love triangle. Love square? Oh, I just don’t know, I thought wryly to myself as I concentrated on my driving… and not on the look in Lam’s eyes as she came on the Colonel’s stroking fingertips.
“So, do we trust them?”
Rachel, clad only in a pair of tiny pink cotton panties and her matching training bra, looked up from where she squatted over the open suitcase. “What do you mean?”
The late-evening air in the motel room was stifling, a thick morass of humidity and dust-smell that made my nostrils itch and my skin feel grimy. We had stumbled across the small motor lodge just outside of Fredericksburg as the sun was setting and the shadows were getting longer, a small, somewhat time-worn single-story building just off the highway that carried an air of abandon-ness. A quick conversation amongst us, and the decision was made to hole up for the night. After circling a few times and giving any Feral around the chance to show his ugly face, we believed ourselves to be alone and decided to take refuge. The Colonel dashed into the office and returned a few minutes later with old-style keys, and we pulled around back to give ourselves a bit more concealment as we unloaded the contents of the Hummer into the adjoining rooms she had selected.
After a brief meal of cold tuna and wheat crackers, the Doctor saw to Rachel’s shoulder wound while the Colonel laid down the law. “This is the border,” she swore emphatically, indicating the door frame as she glowered at me. “This room is yours, that room is ours. You and Hot Pants stay in yours, we’ll stay in ours. No wandering across the border in the middle of the night for any ‘Midnight Delight,’ or I won’t hesitate to put you down.”
“Hey, don’t worry about me,” I replied.
“Stop being such a bitch,” Rachel grumbled. Doctor Tran finished up her job, gently patted the new bandage, and closed the contents of her medical bag. It almost felt as though the redhead rushed her out of the room, graced me with one last dark look, and firmly shut the door behind her. Rachel and I sorted through our new wardrobe, and then I collapsed on the bed bare-butt naked as the sheer effort of the day finally caught up to me. My lover took the opportunity to regain some measure of her womanhood, and promptly changed into a matching dark-pink cotton bra-and-panty set that fit her like a glove.
The sight of Rachel squatting over the suitcase, her tiny ass wriggling beneath the fabric of her panties as she shifted, the straps of her bra curling across her mostly-flawless back, was more than a bit erotic, and I have to admit that she did look appealing. I did manage to rein in my lust, and tried to keep my mind on the conversation. “Well, the Colonel is a hard-ass. And Doctor Tran seems a bit weird,” I replied. I shifted on the bed, letting my nude, sweat-slicked body try to cool ever-so-slightly in the warm, stuffy air of the motel room. “She tries to hide it, but I know she’s always watching us and taking notes in that little notebook of hers. And some of the questions she asks!”
“I know!” The tiny blonde placed a folded stack of panties in the suitcase, stood, walked across the carpet (well, slinked across, really), and knelt on the foot of the bed. “While we were unloading the truck, she kept asking about how much we do it, what positions we’ve done, stuff like that.” She rested a warm, tiny hand on my foot and squeezed gently. “She was really interested in how many blowjobs I’ve given you,” she added with a blush, “and whether I swallowed!”
“So what’d you tell her?” I asked with a smile as I nudged her hip with my free foot.
“I told her that I’ve done it, and that’s all I said. But it was weird.” Rachel rolled over and lay nestled between my legs, her warm breath washing over my twitching cock. “She didn’t seem all that interested in what we did because she was a perv, or anything like that. It was more like a doctor asking medical questions.”
“Hmm.” I stroked Rachel’s greasy hair, and she responded by purring and nuzzling my stiffening prick. “It’s pretty obvious that she thinks that this thing that’s happened to us has something to do with sex. Speaking of sex,” I continued as I grasped her pigtails and ‘pulled’ her up next to me, a maneuver that she was more than willing to help me do, “I think it’s about time for a nasty little girl to get off.”
“Fuck yeah it is!” She graced me with a kiss, a deep, breathy press of her lips against mine, and she murmured in pleasure as a tiny shiver ran up her spine. “I’m just pissed I couldn’t find any condoms.”
“That’s okay.” I rolled her onto her back and knelt on the bed between her splayed legs. “I’m in the mood to watch,” I added with a devilish smile as I stroked myself. “Entertain me, slave.”
“Oh, that’s so nasty,” she replied with a smile. Still, she slipped one tiny, delicate hand down her flat belly to her cotton-covered slit and idly began to stroke herself. “Although I do need you to give me a bit of room so I can get my panties off.”
“Oh no. I like you like that, all tiny and small and covered up. Just like a little girl who’s being bad after school who’s too scared to take off all her clothes.” Indeed, she did look innocent and delectable – her creamy white skin offset the dark pink cotton of her bra and panties perfectly, and her wide green eyes gave her an air of virginal naivety. “And I do have to admit that yes, you were right, you look really girly in that outfit,” I added as I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly pumped.
“It’s like I told you,” she said smugly. “A woman isn’t a woman unless she has a bra and panties.”
I pinched the sensitive flesh inside her thigh and gave her a gentle little slap. “Wiseass. Less talking, more frigging.”
Rachel laughed softly, a giggle that evolved into a sigh as she pressed the pads of her fingers against her sex. Her cheeks flushed as she rolled her clit through her panties, her eyes narrowed into slits that focused squarely on my cock. She wriggled her hips down until her thighs were pressed against mine and my balls rested against the back of her hand. “This is really hot,” she whispered as she dug the pads of her finger into the small, dark, moist patch growing between her legs.
“Yes it is.” I reached out with my spare hand and grasped one tiny, pokey nipple through the fabric of her bra and gave a little twist, and my tiny lover gasped and arched her back. “Fuck, I’m not going to last very long,” I said as I pumped my fist even faster.
“Me neither,” she gasped. The fingers between her legs were a blur of motion beneath my cock, and her flat belly seemed to roil with the passions inside her body. “I wanna watch you cum on me,” she added.
“It’s gonna be messy,” I replied as I felt my load boil in my balls.
“I… don’t care. You’re stuff… feels good!”
We fell silent as we each masturbated, and our words were replaced by our mutual pants of effort and gasps of pleasure. Rachel squirmed beneath me and I leaned forward slightly, sliding my hand from her chest to her throat where I pinned her lightly to the mattress. She grasped my wrist to hold me in place as she stared into my eyes and I stared into hers, each of us lost in the lust of the other. The sight of her pleasuring herself, the scent of her little-girl body, the tiny little “Ah! Ah!Ah!”s issuing from between her lips, the heat of her skin all combined to send me higher and higher…
And then, with a delicate shudder, she came. I watched as her eyes tightened and I felt her body shudder as she pressed against me even harder, her pulse pounding against my palm and a thin, quavering gasp/moan of pure sexual bliss issuing from her mouth. The sight of her pre-teen body shuddering through yet another orgasm sent me over the edge, and with a growl I pressed my hips forward as my seed sprayed from my cock, thick, ropy strands of cum that arced up her belly and spattered against the bottom of her bra. Logically I knew that there wasn’t a large amount, but as my balls emptied themselves on her helpless body it felt like I poured a gallon of the stuff onto her body.
We both stared into each other’s eyes as our orgasms ebbed, our pants filling the room. She lay beneath me, her body twitching ever so often as the aftershocks of her passion roiled through her, while my spray ebbed to a dribble that pooled on her stomach and in her navel. “Fuck, that was a good one,” I said quietly as I leaned down to kiss her.
Rachel whimpered and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as we kissed, clinging to me with a desperate passion and wanton need as she shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Yeah, it was,” she replied. A corner of her mouth curled up as she grinned in amusement. “And I’m glad it was nice and messy.”
“Should I get a towel or something?” I asked as I rolled over to lie beside my young, spunk-spattered lover.
“Fuck, no!” She ran her fingers through the mess on her belly, shuddering slightly as she smeared the sticky jism onto her pale flesh. “I’ve decided that this is good for the skin, so I’m gonna let it soak in.”
“Jesus, you’re a nasty little slut,” I laughed gently.
She laughed, turned her head and gave me a peck on the cheek. “And don’t you forget it!” she replied.
We fell silent, basking in the afterglow, and before either of us was aware of it the day had caught up with us and we fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.
When I regained consciousness I heard the buzz of insects outside the window, and when I cracked one eye the pale, wan light of the early morning was tentatively shining through the dusty glass. I smacked my lips sleepily and tried to shift, only to find that my legs were pinned by the weight of a soft, feminine form lying across them. At the same time I became aware of soft lips wrapped around the head of my raging erection, and a tiny hand slowly pumping up and down the length of my shaft.
“Mmm,” I murmured in pleasure as I stroked the side of my lover’s face. “That’s the way to wake up in the morning! I see you got an early start.”
“I sure did,” Rachel whispered in my ear as she snuggled up against my arm.
I turned my head and favored my pre-teen sex kitten with a deep, passionate kiss as she ran her tongue around the head of my cock, lapping at the pre-cum oozing out of the slit. Rachel’s ass felt firm in my palm, and she pressed her panty-clad sex against my hip as she continued to wedge more of my thick tool between her soft lips…
Wait! Wait, that’s not right…
I broke the kiss and pulled my head back slightly, my eyes opening to behold Rachel’s green orbs staring into my face with a combination of amusement and adoration. At the same time I was aware of the smooth, warm cotton covering her backside, which she wriggled saucily in my palm. “Wait, if you’re next to me, then who…”
I raised my head and peered down the length of my nude body – and beheld a cascading waterfall of long, jet-black hair masking the face of the girl servicing my morning wood with her mouth and tongue. Still, there was no way I couldn’t know who it was who was giving me a blowjob that bordered on the professional. The deeply-tanned skin of her nude body practically gleamed in the pale morning light, the slim hips wriggled with pleasure and set her flat, uncurved ass dancing in the air… And my already-confirmed suspicions were truly confirmed when Lam reached behind her neck and draped her hair over her opposite shoulder, her brown eyes filled with mirth as she peered up at me and kissed the tip of my cock. “Good morning, Michael,” she said, and then swirled her tiny pink tongue around the head of my twitching cock.
“Lammy wanted a taste,” Rachel whispered in my ear. “She told me yesterday that it was God’s will that you two sleep together.”
“No, that is not quite right,” the tiny, nude Asian girl replied. As she elaborated, she stroked my erection even faster. “I said that it was the will of the universe that, in a time of great personal sexual need, a partner would emerge to satisfy those needs. It is balance.”
“It’s the same thing, Lammy.”
“No, it is not.”
“Both of you, stop it,” I interjected, my voice thick with lust and sleep. “You’re okay with this?” I asked the blonde cuddled up beside me.
“Sure! Lammy and I talked it over, and I agreed that I shouldn’t be greedy,” Rachel replied. “So I decided to share you. You’re big enough down there for more than one girl, and while I love what you do to me it might be nice to give my little cunny a rest every so often.” Her eyes took on a devilish gleam. “That is, unless you have a problem fucking other girls, even if I insist you do it and I’m right here to help ‘n play at the same time…”
I growled deep in my chest and gave her a swat on one squirming ass cheek. “Fuckin’ devil woman,” I muttered as I held her close to me and favored her with another kiss. Turning my attention to Lam, I laced my fingers through her hair and gently pulled her up my body. She felt almost weightless as her soft, smooth skin slid against mine, her tiny, stiff nipples scraping against my abdomen and chest as she settled into position on top of me. “As for your punishment, I think that you need a good, hard fucking to teach you not to surprise people!”
Lam laughed gently, a delicate, almost musical sound that rang delightfully in my ears. “I will try, Michael,” she replied as she settled onto my chest, her tiny, waif-thin body resting on mine effortlessly. Her brow furrowed slightly as she reached behind herself and stroked my cock. “But you are rather… big, and I think that…”
I interrupted her with a swat across her bare backside. “I don’t recall telling you what to think,” I said with a heatless glower as she squeaked in surprise and blushed furiously.
“Uh oh, you’ve done it now, Lammy,” Rachel said with a giggle. “Now you’re gonna get it!”
Lam tittered nervously as she spread her thighs wide and pressed down. Almost instinctively the tip of my cock found her tiny, tight slit, and her giggle turned into a gasp of surprise as she felt me roll my hips up and began to nose my way inside her pussy. “I am afraid that this will hurt,” she whispered as I gripped her shoulders and she pressed her tiny hands into my chest as her tight, tiny slit stretched around the tip of my cock.
“It will,” Rachel whispered. “But when he’s inside of you it feels soooooo good…” She ran her hand down Lam’s spine as she kissed the side of her neck, and the Asian girl shivered. “Do it, fuck him,” my tiny blonde temptress encouraged as she pressed down on the small of her friend’s back. “Take it all!”
There was a strangled noise from the foot of the bed, and the three of us looked up. Standing in the connecting doorway was Colonel McCrea, barefoot and clad in nothing but an oversized, olive-drab tee shirt that fell to her knees and hung on her like a circus tent, staring at the thre of us with a stricken, crushed look on her face.
“Megan,” Lam said softly, her voice sympathetic and a guilty look on her face as she rolled off of me and sat up, her arms moving instinctively to cover her chest and hairless pussy.
Without another word the tiny redhead turned and dashed back into the adjoining motel room.
>>Chapter 5>>