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VARIATION ON L.W.W [ story 7 ] Back to the Wardrobe The tolling bell reminded me of the time and I felt I had to finish this story before I could even think about tidying the place. I did ask the Bursar if I could take the trunk home with me, but was told that it was the property of the collage and had to remain, intact, on the premises. In the last envelope of the first book I found the written sheets of CSL’s but this time no letter from the publishers, there was one typewritten note at the end which I was going to read later. I began reading the first sheet. - - - - - - - - - - - The sunlight filtering through the fabric of the tent woke Edmund up; he looked around but could see no sign of the girls in the tent, the sounds from outside were normal, well normal for a camp preparing for war. He nudged Peter who was behind him, “Wassup Susan?” Peter said sleepily and moved his hands forwards to grasp Edmund’s hips, without noticing the difference he lined up his cock and pushed forwards impaling Edmund’s bum with his cock. Edmund went to shout out but then found that, for some strange reason, that he liked the feeling, he pushed back onto his brother whose hands began moving up the youth’s body. Then Peter noticed something strange, the lack of tits and his muzzy brain realised that it wasn’t Susan. “Lucy is that you?” He asked. “N … n… no, it’s me … Edmund.” Edmund said “Crikey Edmund, I’m sorry.” Peter said pulling back from his brother. “No, don’t stop, I like it!” Edmund said moving with him. “But it’s … wrong.” Peter said but found his hands moving down to Edmund’s crotch, feeling the erect cock there and he started to rub it. “Oh yes, yes!” Edmund said, “But you’re better than that damned Ginarrbrik!” he added “Oh Edmund I didn’t know, I’m so sorry” Peter stopped for a moment but Edmund was persistent. “Don’t be, I was a wart and an idiot, I forced myself onto a defenceless girl and didn’t think about her at all.” Edmund said closing his eyes to the sensations that Peter’s cock was giving him. “Do you mean Lucy?” Peter asked slightly intrigued. “No, she was a dryad, a tree person. The Witch said she was my prize and that I would be able to do what I wanted, I was stupid Peter I believed her, but I can see now that she was lying, lying just like I had been.” Edmund said tears now in his eyes. “But now you’ve seen what she’s like and now you can change for the better.” Peter said holding his brother. “That’s what Aslan said, but I’m not sure I can.” Edmund said. Peter didn’t know how to respond but then felt Edmund moving beneath him and so he carried on until both brothers came. - - - - - - - - - - - Susan and Lucy found that Aslan covered the ground very quickly and they soon were by a lake with a castle in the middle of it. “Is that it? I thought it was on land?” Lucy said. “No, we saw it in the winter time, but there is a causeway to the main gates.” Susan said, and indeed Aslan was now running along this causeway. “He isn’t going to stop!” Susan cried out. Then there was a bunching of Aslan’s muscles and he leaped over the wall of the castle to land, with a gentle bump on the other side. “Now children dismount and I’ll deal with these.” He said and walked to where a dwarf was frozen, his axe raised in attack. Aslan blew gently onto the dwarf and it was like watching a photograph develop as the colour of the dwarf changed from stone, to a more natural colouration, his tunic was a scarlet colour and his trousers were dark green. He brought his axe down - narrowly missing the two girls. “Eh! You’re not that witch, where is she? She was here a moment ago!” The dwarf said looking around and then he saw Aslan his face when white and he went to his knees. “I’m sorry Sir, can you forgive me?” Aslan gave a laugh, “Peace Son of Earth, help me with the others for we have much to do.” And they went around the courtyard of the castle with Aslan breathing on the stoned figures and the Dwarf helping them to orientate themselves. Lucy had dragged Susan off to explore the rest of the castle, finding more statues and directing Aslan to these poor people. There was a lull in the restoration and the creatures were busy stretching and moving their bodies in order to get the blood circulating and then there was a scream from the castle. “Aslan, Aslan we’ve found Mr. Timmus.” Lucy was excitingly calling out from a dungeon. When Mr. Timmus opened his eyes the first person he saw was Lucy, he smiled at her and hugged her. “Lucy! The Witch?” he asked her. “She is still alive and will need to be dealt with!” Aslan’s voice growled from the side. Mr. Timmus look one glance and then went to his knees, “I’m sorry Sir, It was just that…” He began and then Lucy looked up at Aslan pleading with her eyes. “That’s alright young fawn, I understand how you felt, she is very innocent and yet so lovely.” Aslan said a smile showing in his words. “Yes … she is.” Timmus said also smiling. “I would love to stay with you but I think there is a need to be somewhere else.” He said to which Aslan agreed. Once back in the courtyard Aslan told the freed creatures that a battle was being fought and they were needed, none of the creatures held back but agreed to fight with Peter and the others. “But how shall we go? The doors are closed!” A centaur asked pointing to the door. “But not for long!” Aslan said and then looked up, “Hello Giant, we need your help!” He called. “Me. Help. How?” The giant replied, he spoke as slowly as he thought. “Get rid of that door!” Aslan said and before the giant had finished nodding his club had already breached the door. With the help of a couple of sheepdog Aslan led his army along the path to the Stone Table, those who couldn’t keep up were carried by those who could and so they raced off to the battle. - - - - - - - - - - - After breakfast the two boys tried to find Lucy, Susan and Aslan, but without success. “I suppose he had something else to do.” Peter finally said as a Centaur rode up to them. The Centaur bowed, which is a rather impressive sight in itself, “Sir Peter the Witch’s army is gathered, what are your orders?” He said. Peter looked around, “Isn’t Aslan here to command the troops?” He asked. The Centaur shook his head, “No Sir Peter, and his orders were that you would be in command should he fail to appear.” The Centaur said and bowed again. Peter’s mind moved quickly and then he nodded, “Very well. My brother and I will mount up and meet our army in opposition, you are aware of the plans that Aslan had devised?” He asked. The Centaur smiled, “Of a certainty Sir Peter, all we need is one to lead us!” He said before turning away to the battlefront. Peter turned to Edmund and formally shook his hand, “Well Ed, this is where we find out if Aslan is with us, good luck.” He said. Edmund nodded and echoed his brother’s sentiments; both boys mounted their horses and rode off their position at the front. - - - - - - - - - - - I won’t go into the details of the battle as it was very bitter with no side giving quarter, but the Witch had a larger army and although Peter’s troops fought bravely they were being cut down in size, either by the Witches forces or by the witch herself using her wand to transform her opponents to stone. That is to say she was, Edmund had seen what she was doing and then attacked her, not going for the Witch herself, but the wand, smashing it with a blow from his sword. He was so happy that he laughed in her face. A laugh that was cut short as she stabbed the broken stump into his side, twisting the useless wand to cause the most damage, “One less potential king to worry about!” She said walking away from his hurt and dying body. Edmund could feel the blood seeping into his lungs and knew that whatever happened to Peter, his life was soon going to be over. Peter tried to get to his brother but he could see the Witch striding towards him, for some reason there was a clear path between them, well almost clear without thinking Peter gave a left handed stroke and took the head off a hag that was about to stab him. “So you are the elder one, the one who slew my chief of police?” The Witch said. “I’m also the one who will end your reign here Witch, you have no place here!” Peter said grimly. She smiled and indicated back to where Edmund was trying to get his breath, “I’ve already disposed of your brat of a brother, you will just be one more who failed!” She said and started to attack. Peter was hard pressed to defend himself against her aggression, but he blocked blow after blow, either with his sword or his shield. But the Witch had age and cunning on her side, she feinted with a high blow and shifted to strike Peter’s sword from his hand, then she started beating away at his shield, weakening his arm. Edmund was watching helplessly as his brother was being decimated by the Witch, “If only Aslan was here! He’d soon sort her out!” He thought and then he did something that he’d never done before, he prayed to Aslan calling out to him to aid them. A sound came from behind the Witch’s forces, it was a low rumbling noise like a thunderstorm was approaching, with it was a musical sound. The Witch heard it and turned around, distracted from her task. “That’s Susan’s horn!” Peter said, hope starting to rise in his body, he rolled over and grabbed his sword. “My sister is coming and she’s bringing more troops to help, your time is over!” He said and moved to attack the Witch. But now there were two of her creatures blocking him and he had to fight them, somehow the sound of Susan’s horn had invigorated him and he soon was besting them both. The Witch, however, was intent on this new menace, she could see the Giants first – of course – striding along knowing that whoever they trod on would be an enemy as friends knew to keep away from Giants when fighting, then the Centaurs bows in their hands firing arrows at the troops now turning to fight them, their accuracy almost uncanny. The she saw HIM, with the two female bitches on his back, but they soon slid off to allow him to spring into the fray. “NO IT CAN’T BE!” She screamed and then turned to kill Peter, who was not approaching her breathing heavily and raising his sword. But then Aslan was on her, claws ripping her sword and stump of wand from her hands and forcing her onto her back. “You were dead, how can you return from that land?” She asked but Aslan didn’t answer her, his jaws opened and then closed on her throat, ripping her life away from her. With the death of the Witch her forces seemed to give up and soon the battle was over. Susan and Lucy both ran to Peter fussing over his wounds, not seeing Edmund lying on the ground until Peter ran to him. “Quickly Lucy.” Aslan said and this reminded Lucy of her small vial, she gently poured one drop onto Edmund’s wound. Immediately the wound closed and Edmund began to breathe better. “Lucy! You’re needed.” Aslan said looking towards the battlefield. “In a moment, I want to know that Edmund’s fine.” Lucy said keeping her eyes on her brother. Aslan gave a snarl, “How many more must die for Edmund’s sake?” He said angrily. Lucy looked at him guiltily, “I’m sorry Aslan, but he is my brother.” She said and began walking to where others were moaning in pain. Aslan gave a forgiving smile, “I know Lucy, but these have brothers and sisters as well.” He said. Lucy went from person to person healing them of their injuries, while Aslan was going to each transformed person breathing life into their stoned bodies - - - - - - - - - - - That night there was a victory feast in the camp, all the children were talking about what had happened, Peter was saying, “We were being overwhelmed as the witch was turning people into stone, but when Edmund broke her wand she was just another person fighting.” He said hugging his brother. “Yes, but then she stabbed me, a fine fighter I turned out to be.” Edmund said rubbing his side where the broken wand had stabbed him. “Peace children, you all did what you had to. Edmund you deserve to be knighted for your actions.” Aslan said and, after taking Peter’s sword he then dubbed Edmund as Sir Edmund the brave. “For it took courage to attack a person such as the Witch after all she had done to you. I honour you Edmund.” And Aslan bowed to him. Edmund didn’t know what to do but then he bowed back to Aslan. Lucy slipped away during the feast and found Mr Timmus seated away from the others, his eyes watching the flames of a fire. He had his flute in his hands and laughing nymphs were dancing in the flames, He stopped when Lucy came to him. “No, please it was lovely.” Lucy said smiling. “Lucy, I didn’t think you would want to see me again.” Mr. Timmus said looking at the young girl. Lucy sat down beside him, “Why not, you’ve shown me so much, and we’ve done so much I know you have more to teach me … Can’t you be a teacher to me still?” She asked him. “But you’ll be at Cair Paravel, in the castle. You’ll have advisors and teachers there! I’m just a humble Faun.” He said looking down. Lucy began laughing, “You will be an advisor, and you’ll be advising my brothers and sister on life in Narnia, along with other things.” Mr. Timmus looked up in surprise, “Things like what?” he asked. Lucy smiled again and raised her dress revealing the nakedness beneath, “Oh I suppose we’ll think of something.” She said as she undid Mr. Timmus’s breeches and pulled out his penis, giving it a suck before settling herself onto his lap. “Lucy … Lucy …. Lucy!” Mr Timmus said as she began rising and lowering herself on him. - - - - - - - - - - - When Lucy returned to the fire none of the others commented on her dishevelled hair or the flush on her face. Peter gave a yawn, “Gentles, the hour is late and we have much to do in the morning, I think it’s time for my siblings and I to retire, but pray do not cease your celebrations, there is plenty of food and wine still, but for now goodnight.” He said to those still seated around. Edmund held out his hand for Lucy to take and Peter did the same for Susan, as the children entered their tent Lucy began to complain, “But Peter I’m not really tired.” She said. Peter gave a smile and then started to undo Susan’s dress, “Neither am I, but I am hungry for something else!” He said as he revealed Susan’s breasts. Lucy gave a giggle and began to undo Edmunds breeches while he was undoing the buttons on the back of her dress. Quickly all the children were naked and kissing each other but then Peter stopped them, “Lucy, Susan would you mind doing what you did yesterday?” He asked his sisters. Both girls blushed but when asked by Edmund as to what it was Susan sat down on the furs and then laid back with her legs open. Edmund was amazed when Lucy positioned herself on top of her sister so that she was facing Susan’s pussy. “What are they doing?” Edmund asked, “And when can we join in?” He added. Peter was rubbing his cock as he watched his siblings licking and kissing each other. “You’ll know.” He said his breathing increasing as he watched. Very Quickly Lucy screamed out in her ecstasy as Susan dug deep into her pussy, Susan pulled back and said quietly, “You little streetwalker, someone’s been in here!” But she returned to sucking out the jism that she had found. Lucy recovered enough to carry on nibbling on Susan’s clit feeling her sister move her hips up to receive as much attention as she could, Lucy didn’t disappoint her but continued to lick and suck on her sister’s pussy until she came as well. Peter nodded to Edmund and both boys were behind their respective partner. Their cocks were lined up with the girl’s pussies but then Edmund got an idea. ‘In their bums!’ He mouthed to Peter who, at first shocked then, smiled and spat on his hand to moisten his cock. Edmund did the same and then at a nod from Peter pushed forward. Both girls gasped out as they felt their fundaments being invaded by their brothers cocks, but then the double sensations of having a head pushed into their pussies while a cock was pushing into their backsides was overwhelming. Soon all four children were panting and moaning in their pleasure as both boys spurted their seed into their respective partner’s bum. “Oh Peter, that was so nice.” Susan said as she turned away from Lucy’s pussy. Lucy didn’t say anything but the look on her wet face was enough. After some minutes the girls were giggling away making the boys feel slightly worried, and then Susan turned to her brothers. “I want to try something different.” She said simply. The two boys looked at each other, dreading what she might say but Susan smiled at them, Peter I want you to take me and then Edmund I want you to have my bum.” She said and giggled at their looks. “What you mean one at a time?” Peter asked while Edmund puzzled out what his sister was saying. But Susan shook her head, “Oh no, I meant at the same time!” She said and pushed Peter down onto his back. He had an inkling of what she wanted when she mounted him and then bent forward. Lucy, in the meantime, had taken Edmund’s cock into her mouth, moistening it with her saliva and making it erect, then she directed his cock into Susan’s bum, the treatment he’d just received allowed him to slide smoothly into his sister’s backside and he could feel Peter’s cock rubbing against him. Susan began rocking back and forth, at first pushing Peter’s cock into her pussy and then Edmund’s cock into her bum. Peter was wide-eyed at this but then found Lucy was now straddling his face and lowering her split peach of a pussy onto his mouth. Susan was now looking at her sister, Lucy’s smiling face moist with her juices and Susan knew she had to kiss her sister. Lucy reciprocated by gently pulling on Susan’s breasts while poking her tongue into Susan’s mouth. In this manner the four children spent their last waking moments as just themselves. - - - - - - - - - - - The next few days were a blur as the children, with Aslan and the rest of the victorious army, marched into Cair Paravel. Mr Timmus was able to give them details of what to expect as well as private lessons with Susan and Lucy leaving both girls flushed in their faces as well as their pussies. On the third day there was the coronation of High King Peter, Queen Susan, King Edmund and Queen Lucy. Mr. Timmus, as advisor, was the one to crown each one and he bowed to them. Mr. and Mrs. Beaver stood to one side smiling and waving along with the rest of the creatures. Aslan bowed to the four monarchs and breathed on them, imbuing them with a spirit of goodness, he smiled. “Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen of Narnia … children I am proud of you all!” During the dance following the coronation, Edmund made sure to dance with Ash and then her daughter, the attitude of the Dryads had changed to welcoming him to the land, and if he was ever lost they would be happy to direct him the correct way. It was at this time that Lucy notice that Aslan was missing, she looked around the ballroom but he was absent, then she went to the windows overlooking the sea, and there walking away was a large Lion shape, she felt sad and began crying. “Here!” Mr. Timmus said handing her a handkerchief, “He’ll be back sometime, that’s how he is … I mean he isn’t a tame lion.” He said. Lucy glanced at him in gratitude but when she looked back Aslan was gone, all that remained were footprints in the sand. - - - - - - - - - - - And so the years passed, the children grew up into adults and it was a golden age for Narnia, they re-established contact with the Lone Islands and the people, for they were human people there, celebrated the news of the Witch’s death. They sent emissaries to the land beyond the desert where the Calormen lived, again they were humans who had little or no contact with talking animals but were happy to allow trade between the two lands. It was strange, everyone agreed, that although they indulged in sex with each other and with their friends – but nothing was ever mentioned aloud – none of the four had children, it was as if they were prevented from doing so, it was put down as the will of Aslan and the Emperor over the Seas. - - - - - - - - - - - One day there came the news that a white stag had been sighted in the woods nearby, when they asked why this was important they were told that whoever managed to catch the stag would be granted a wish. High King Peter smiled at the new, “Why then we would be able to ask for Aslan to return to give guidance.” He said and the four mounted their horses and rode quickly into the forest. Along the way they would catch flashes of white and would chase after it until their horses became tired. “Your majesty I think it would be wise to pause in this endeavour, at least until our mounts be better.” Queen Susan said. Peter looked back and nodded. “Forsooth I agree, let us rest here.” He said and then notice Queen Lucy was looking at a strange object rooted in the forest. “What dost thou see my sib?” he asked. “Yonder there is a marvel!” Queen Lucy said pointing up at the object. “What is it?” Queen Susan asked puzzled. “I know not, but it does seem to be familiar.” Queen Lucy replied. “Aye, I ken of what you say, it seems to be a marker?” King Edmund said, “What manner of tree be this? And how does it cast a light from its top?” For he had quite forgotten what a lamp-post was. “I think we should go hither.” Said Queen Lucy pointing and then running in the direction. “Lucy … Lucy come back, forsooth she’s done it again.” King Edmund said, “Quickly lest we lose her as well as the stag.” He added. The remaining three monarchs followed their sibling until they came to a tunnel which seemed to be lined with strange garments, made of animal fur. And then their passage was blocked by something … they didn’t know what exactly but they felt strange and dizzy, the world seemed to be growing and then with a push forward the Pevensie children fell into the room that housed the wardrobe. They looked at each other in shock, they were back in England and to their original ages, but they remembered the world of Narnia and all the people there, then memory returned and they realised that the Housekeeper was moving towards them. They glanced at the door handle which had started to turn, and then the door creaked as it opened and Professor Digory entered the room. “Ah this is where you’ve been hiding.” He said, “Mrs. Macready and her guests are in the dining room, I must admit they frighten me and so I wanted to join you, are you going into the wardrobe?” He asked anxiously, a look of hope on his face. Peter stood up and brushed himself off, “I’m sorry Professor, but we’ve just come back from there.” He said. The Professor blinked and then opened the door to the wardrobe, reached in and knocked on the wooden back, “Aslan, you’ve left me here alone again.” He said quietly, although Lucy heard him. “You … you met Aslan?” She asked, “What? Oh, yes. I met the great lion before, I was your age and living in London then …” He said and then shook his head, “But that is another story; tell me everything that happened to you.” He said and sat down while the four children sat on the floor and began their stories. When they finished he nodded, “Well it seems that every time people enter Narnia they have adventures.” He said. Lucy took his hand feeling his sorrow that he was hiding, “Professor … will we … I mean could we…?” She left the words unsaid. Digory looked at her, “Maybe again you will be called. But I never was, although I wasn’t a King. And remember once a King or Queen in Narnia, always a King or Queen in Narnia. You may go back one day, but I wouldn’t look in the wardrobe for the entrance.” He said and got up. “Now I think we’d better check that our guests have gone, for it’s quite late now.” He said and the five of them left the room. On the wardrobe there were carvings, one of which was a lion’s head, as the setting sun shone on the wardrobe the head seemed to glow and move slightly as if smiling. The End of the children’s adventure in Narnia. - - - - - - - - - - - I then looked at the note. I’ve given up sending my version of the story to the publishers! It was senseless of me to think they would publish any of them, and so I’ve decided to do as they suggested, make a separate copy of my version. I’ve decided to leave it here with other chapters. I’m going to leave my trunk in the attic with instructions that it can never be removed. In this way should anyone take the time to read my story they will be forced to do so here and not in the library or any other place, I do hope this doesn’t give you, dear reader, too much trouble but this is my pledge to my family, most of whom have no regard for this version of my story. I’ve left the ending open so that at some time I can return to this world, I have thought that things may have happened during the time of the High King. But it would need a talking animal … a dog, or cat? I’m not sure. But I do charge you, reader, not to reveal this to the outside world. They will never accept my vision of the real Narnia. I salute you, reader, for following this missive until the end. CSL |