index


Message-ID: <58226asstr$1226023804@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: kellis <kellis@dhp.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Subject: {ASSM} Demeter's Pet {Varkel} [2/19](MF Mf Mg mF mf mg Fm Fb Mm Mb mb bb oral anal pedo fantasy 
Lines: 620
Date: Thu, 06 Nov 2008 21:10:04 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Demeter's Pet
a Novel by Varkel
Late Winter, 2008


Chapter 2: _Pedos' Heaven_


Sam became aware of a bright light on his eyelids and thought, _Am I 
still on the operating table?_  Operating table?  Memories came 
flooding: the sharp pain in his temple, a fist in his face, the sneering
medics, his arrest and booking and his incredible fuck with the most 
beguiling child he had ever seen -- the fuck sweet enough to make what 
followed almost worthwhile.  Except ... what happened to Demi?  Could 
consensual sex kill a pubescent girl?  He'd heard of rape with that 
conclusion, but in this case ...  Hell, who jumped on whom?

Most probably he lay in a prison hospital.  But where was the pain?  Ah,
yes, of course he was doped to the gills.  If so, medical science had 
surely developed wonderful anesthetics!  He felt a cool breeze on cheek
and shoulder but warmth overall.  Fine air-conditioning for a jail!  He
listened intently.  And heard distant shrieks and calls overlaid with 
closer giggles and chuckles.  Merriment in a hospital?  Disbelief washed
over him.  His eyes snapped open and he raised his head.

No hospital this!  His jaw sagged.  He lay in a faintly perfumed patch 
of clover on a sunny hillside dotted with scattered bushes and grasses 
rippling in the breeze.  The sky above was bright blue, though the hill
descended into waving fog banks.  Very low clouds?

But he had no time for geography.  Children played in pairs and loose 
clumps all over the hillside -- naked children, pink skin glowing in the
sun.  Some were chasing each other, such as the closest pair, about 50 
yards away at the moment.  The leader, obviously an unripe girl, dodged
this way and that, while her chaser ...

Sam sat up, his mouth an O of astonishment.  As he watched, the chaser,
a boy-sized figure with a heavy beard, a bald head, pointed ears, 
muscular shoulders, a horse's flowing tail and a long but slim erection,
caught the girl, threw her down into the clover and dove between her 
legs.

Forgetting his presumably convalescent circumstances, Sam leapt to his 
feet and charged toward the couple -- but drew up short when he 
understood the girl to be laughing heartily, her hips rolling in 
response to her assailant's thrusts.

"You caught my tail, Pellis," she cried distinctly as the laughter 
subsided to chuckles.  Her voice was a piping trill.  "That's not fair."

The peculiar male retorted in a baritone, "Dio' said it, my dear: all's
fair in fuck and fumble.  Your cunny knows if you don't."

Overwhelmed by curiosity, Sam moved to stand beyond the extended legs.
Indeed the girl possessed a short tail: brown to match the fluffy hair 
of her head.  It twitched in rhythm with both pairs of hips and the 
horse tail undulating above them.  He craned his neck: yes, her ears 
were erect and pointed like a terrier's.

He heaved a great sigh and sagged to a seat in the cool clover.  Of the
other couples on the hillside many were prone and no few fucking as 
vigorously as the one before him.  Were they all children?  No, not all,
he decided, though all were youthful.  Some of the females displayed 
conical breasts that hardly bounced to their gyrations of escape.  The 
smallest were shorter than Natty.

That thought reminded him.  What happened to Natty, Marcy, Gwen -- his 
entire old life?  For that matter, where in hell was he?  This was 
certainly not the place prescribed by his grandmother when she caught 
him jerking off at age eleven.

He stood and examined himself, feeling where he couldn't see, and 
blinked in astonishment to discover a short beard on his chin.  He 
looked around in vain for a puddle that might show it.  But lifting his
cock was even worse.  He now possessed an intact foreskin -- something 
he had lost at birth or shortly thereafter.  Hastily he examined his 
coccygeal region and was relieved to find no tail.

Though minor, these changes demanded an explanation.  Reluctantly he 
decided that the queers in the holding pen had killed him -- he chuckled
wryly -- and sent him to a pedophile's idea of heaven.


* * *


Joyous, squealing children ran by, naked, male and female.  On an 
impulse Sam reached out and caught one by the ankle.  She fell asprawl 
in the clover and struggled to rise, giggling.  He held to her ankle and
crawled over her.  This was not a small child, yet she lacked the heft 
of pubescence.  He guessed her age at nine or ten years.  His hand 
grasped the furry root of her foot-long tail and felt the muscles work 
as it attempted to wag.

"Isn't it pretty?" she asked, grinning.  Her face was round and cute 
with a short, wide nose.

"I suppose," he admitted, "though a tail takes some getting used to."  
He released her ankle.

She rolled over onto her back.  "You can weave clover blossoms into it,
if you wish."

He chuckled in surprise.  "You expect me to do that?"

"You can't expect _me_ to.  I can't see it well enough."

"Are there no mirrors here?"

"Mirrors?"  She blinked.

He shook himself.  "What is this place?"

"You haven't guessed, Sam?  It's the mountain of the gods."

He glanced left and right, farther afield than the romping children.  On
one side the land rose to a rocky prominence; on the other it fell to 
the fogbanks previously noted.  It could indeed be a mountainside with a
shallow slope.  If so, he decided, they must be above the treeline.

"Do I know you?" he asked.

She giggled.  "No, but we all know of you, Sam.  You're famous."

"'Famous?'"  His eyes rounded.  "How could that be?"  Again he shook 
himself.  "Just tell me this: how did I get here?"

"She doesn't want us to talk about that."  The girl's eyes, briefly 
downcast, rose brightly.  "But She didn't say we couldn't have fun."

The naked tyke exuded a spicy aroma, maybe cinnamon.  Boldly her little
hand grasped the cock resting on her thigh.  Her chest was flatter even
than those of the bearded boys nearby, but her thighs were long and 
sexy.  Though well-padded, her pubes were as smoothly hairless as her 
belly.

Her supple hand stroked him.  Sam blushed, unaccustomed to such 
forwardness.  He asked weakly, "Have you been playing with cocks very 
long?"

"Ever since Artemis put me here, but not often with one so nice as this.
Ooo, how it grows!"

He chuckled with pleasure but shook his head.  "I can't believe you're 
ten years old."

"What's a year?"

He sputtered, astonished at the question so seriously put.  Without 
waiting for his answer, she slid deeper beneath him and took his now 
erect cock into her mouth.  "Mmm," she moaned nasally.

He rolled to his back.  She followed him easily, rising on her knees and
sucking vigorously.  After a moment she released him with a giggle.  "So
nice!  Do you want me to sit on you?"

Sam lay back in the clover, bemused and befuddled.  The beautiful young
girl straddled him and sat down on his erection.  He watched his 
penetration of the hairless, puffy cunt in stupefaction.  It descended 
around him until he was fully engulfed.  She began to move, sliding 
forward and back.  Only later did he recall his failure to strike a 
cervix.  In his present judgment, tail or not, this one was all girl.  
He fondled her soft thighs.

"This is so much fun, Sam."

"Who are you?" he asked, feeling his pleasure rise.

"Dio' has never named me.  Does it really matter?"

"Suppose I want to love you again?"

"Oh, I mustn't be stingy with your favors, Sam.  All of us are yours."

"And you agree to that?"

"It's Demeter's order."  She licked her lips.  "But I can hope you want
me again.  Oh, Sam, this is so sweet!"  She uttered a soprano moan.

He wanted to ask dryly how he could find her again without a name, but 
his cock swelled with intense pleasure and before he could restrain it 
began to spew into the young girl.  "Oh god!" he cried.

"Which one?" she demanded, falling off him to her side with a giggle.

"Ga, ga --" he croaked, still spurting.

"Oh, goody!"  Her back arched and her mouth enclosed him to catch the 
final squirts and dribbles.  Sam's senses returned in time for him to 
wonder at the copious quantity.

His heavy breathing had hardly subsided when a young voice asked, "Can I
be next?"

Sam looked up at a boy, hairless except for a thick black beard and a 
scruff around the back of his head, equipped with a thin flaccid cock 
dangling about as far from his groin as the beard from his chin.  The 
lad's features were fine and regular with sparkling black eyes.  Despite
ears pointed like Dr. Spock's, Sam would have thought him pretty enough
without the beard.  And without the black horse tail waving above his 
bent back.

Sam knew that females are never readier to fuck than when they just 
have, but still ...  He was already fond of this one, as excellent a 
piece as he could recall before Demi.  He said in a surly tone, "It's up
to her."

"'Her?'"  The lad blinked.  "No, Sam.  I mean next with you."

Sam gaped at the boy's slender limbs then down at himself.  His cock was
still erect, although he had just come prodigiously.  It felt alive and
ready for more action.  But, good god, not with a boy!

Well, why not?  He stared at the organ dangling limply between the boy's
legs.  It was smooth, thin and veinless, pigmented no more than the 
round belly above it, equipped with a foreskin that puckered off the end
somewhat like a nipple.  He imagined it in his mouth.  The idea was far
from disgusting.  He rose on an elbow to look at the interested face of
the girl, likewise risen.  She was languidly transferring seminal fluid
from lower lips to upper.

"What do you think?" he asked her on impulse.

She giggled.  "Don't let his tail tickle you when you fuck him."

Sam grunted.  "How do you know it does?"

"It always annoys the one behind."

"You mean ..."

The boy said, "I won't tickle you, Sam.  I'll wrap it around my chest."
The young devil grinned, following Sam's gaze, and sank to his knees, 
his rising cock almost in Sam's face.

Sitting fully erect, Sam stroked one of the lad's sleek thighs.  But 
those chin-whiskers!  "When did you grow the beard?" he asked.

"Dio' put it there.  He says He likes how they tickle His belly."

"Dio who?"

"Dionysus."  The boy's eyes widened.  "Please don't tell Him I called 
Him Dio'.  He hates it."

"Dionysus?  You know, I believe I've heard that name."

"Everyone loves Dionysus.  The Romans call him Bacchus.  He's the god of
fun, the liberator of self.  It's our pleasure to serve Him.  And 
Artemis."

Sam grunted.  "I want to hear all about that.  Gods, huh?  Real after 
all?  But right now ..."  He took a deep breath, wanting to put a cock in 
his mouth for the first time in his life.

He appealed to the girl.  "What do you think of men sucking boys?"

She shrugged prettily, still licking wet lips.  "I think the opposite 
would be more fun to watch.  He'd choke you, Ledor."

The boy's eyes widened as if in awe.  "He would?"

"Oh, yes.  My cunny's still full.  But Sam, if it worries you, Ledor 
isn't a boy."

"Oh, yeah?"  Sam's fingers enclosed the boy's organ.  Now it stood 
stiffly forward with a slight upward tilt, a bit over six inches long 
but thinner than Sam's thumb.  The foreskin had withdrawn barely enough
to expose the eye.  "It's a bit long but it sure looks like a boy's dick
to me."

"But it isn't."

"If he's not a boy, what is he?"

"A Dionysian satyr."

That rang a bell.  Partly.  "Weren't they supposed to be half goat?"

Ledor sniffed.  "That was a Roman corruption.  Our Roman counterparts 
are known as _fauns_, not satyrs.  Fauns are mere barbarians."

"'Are?'"

The lad shrugged.  "A few remain, here and there."

Sam turned to the girl.  "Do you know the fauns, um --  Say, what do you
call a girl with a tail?"

She giggled.  "I'm not a girl either.  I'm a nymph."  She shook her 
head.  "But no, I'm not allowed to know the fauns."

Ledor asserted, "They'd fuck you to death."

"Worse than you and your brothers, Ledor?"

"Well ... no."  He laughed.  "But I've heard their cocks are barbed."

"You don't say!"  Her eyes were very bright and her hand dipped between
her legs.  "That sounds heavenly!"

Ledor sneered at Sam in a man-to-man tone.  "Nymphs will fuck anything.
You'll see."

"And so will you, Ledor!"  As she spoke, the nymph levitated to her 
feet, shoved the satyr over onto his back and fell astraddle his face.
"Here!  I know you've been dying to taste it."

Ledor's legs had flopped on either side of the sitting man.  Sam pushed
his knees back under himself and fell to his elbows, the boyish cock 
directly in his face.  Slurping sounds arose from the satyr's other end.

The girl pealed laughter in a torrent of giggles.  "Oh, Ledor, I love 
your tongue too!"

Sam looked around guiltily.  The original pair of lovers was sitting up
ten yards away, watching the threesome.  No one else seemed interested.
"Do you mind?" he asked, pitching his voice towards them.

"Oh, no," said the male with a grin, waving his hand freely.  "Old men 
always love satyric cock.  You seem a bit young, but we expect you'll 
love it too.  After all, Ledor can't run crying home to Mama."

When in Rome, he thought -- or perhaps Athens.  Tentatively he leaned 
forward and mouthed the organ.  It reminded him of a well-done hotdog of
the slim variety but tasteless until his fingers withdrew the foreskin.
Then he tasted salt and a slight aroma reminiscent of masculine 
hairspray.  The boyish hips moved, thrusting it deeper into his throat.
Curious, he bent to maximum penetration and felt its touch in the bottom
of his throat, noticing belatedly that it failed to gag him.

He threw his elbows over the boy's thighs, which closed on his sides.  
One hand felt for a small scrotum and paused in surprise.  The sack was
there but flabby, empty of stones.  Satyrs are ball-less?  Then do they
squirt?

"Come see!" a nearby voice piped loudly.  "Sam is sucking Ledor."

Sam raised his head.  Nymphs and satyrs were gathering in all 
directions.  "Good god!" he muttered in embarrassment.

The girl perched over Ledor's face rotated her head almost backwards, 
much closer to 180 degrees than Sam would have believed possible.  
"Don't stop, Sam!" she entreated.  "He's coming."

Indeed the organ in his hand seemed to be pulsing, although it emitted 
nothing.  The glans glowed crimson.  "How did you know?" he called.

"We can all feel climaxes when one of us fucks a human."

Telepathic sex?  He shrugged but would not lower his head again, not 
with hundreds of kids watching intently.  He condescended to jack it 
off.  Strangely the crowd groaned in unison.

When Ledor's hand stilled his wrist, Sam backed away and the girl rose 
off the satyr's head.  With her weight removed the lad turned his wet 
face back and forth while his torso writhed.  One nostril blew a bubble.
He groaned through his beard.

Two adjacent bearded boys took the now standing girl by the arms.  "Me,
me!" they cried together.

"One at the time!" she retorted.  In a moment she was sitting on the 
nearer's face while the other hovered impatiently.

Another satyr, thin cock upstanding, touched Sam's shoulder.  His beard,
though matching his eyes and horsetail, was an unlikely olive green.  
Everywhere else he was hairless.  "May I be next?" he asked engagingly.

"Next at what?"

"Tasting your seed."

A nearby chorus protested, "No fair, Dobbit, no fair!"

"Well, we can't all suck him at once," Dobbit pointed out reasonably.

A vociferous argument engaged them, but a consensus quickly arose.  
"We'll take turns and see who wins the lottery."

They fell silent when Sam got to his feet.  He towered over all of them.
Some of the nymphs, he saw, were taller than any satyr, with curly heads
up to his shoulders.  They were the ones with noticeable breasts.

"You are Dobbit?" he said to the green-bearded satyr.

"I am Dobbit."

"Well, Dobbit, I believe bravery should be rewarded.  Do you truly wish
to suck out my juice?"

"How frankly put!" cried one of the nymphs, her eyes shining.  "I'm 
brave too."

Again the chorus sounded.  "We're all brave!"

But they fell silent when Sam raised his hand.  "Let Dobbit answer."

The seeming lad looked up earnestly.  "Yea, Lord, I truly wish it."

"All right.  Tell me _why_?"

"You only have to ask Ledor.  A man's juice is like a god's.  It is the
nectar of life.  Nothing could be more powerful."

A suspicion rose as he recalled Ledor's organ, throbbing but dry.  
"What's the matter: can't any of you satyrs make love-juice?"

No one replied.  Sam looked around.  No satyr would meet his eye.  He 
confronted a pretty little nymph who stood with finger in pussy.  
"What's the answer?"

She flounced her shoulders contemptuously.  "No, Lord, they can't."

"Which lets us worship you like Dionysus," said Dobbit.  "May I do so 
now, lord?"

"You want to suck my cock in front of this whole crowd?"

"I do, Lord, if you'll lie down."  He grinned sheepishly.  "I fear you 
may fall and crush me."

"All right, though I doubt you'll get much out of it."  He raised his 
voice.  "Back up and give him room."

The crowd swayed dutifully back.  Sam reclined in the clover.  Dobbit 
sank between his legs, bent and engulfed the entire flaccid organ.  
Something tickled Sam's balls, which gave him an idea.

He caught the lad's shoulder.  "Hitch your ass around here."

The lad's face rose expectantly.  "Do you wish to practice 69, lord?"

"No.  I've already sucked a cock.  I want to feel that beard on my 
belly."

Dobbit aligned his body for mutual sex but Sam merely let the firm 
little prick lie along his cheek.  The beard was stiffer than expected,
moving with the working chin.  Indeed it tickled, although not 
unpleasantly.

Tongue and palate palpitated Sam's knob sweetly.  This kid was a great 
cocksucker!  To his surprise he felt pleasure rise from his balls for 
the second time, hardly fifteen minutes after the first.  Magnanimously
he turned his head, slurped the finger-like cock into his mouth and 
found that it was already throbbing.

He groaned, beginning to spew.  The pleasure was intense, nearly 
matching his experience with the nymph.  When he came to his senses, he
found the boy's cock loose in his mouth, firm but no longer throbbing.
His hands caught the youthful hips and set the small body aside on its 
back.  He rose up, wondering if the nymph's prophecy had occurred.

To his surprise most of the crowd was doubled over, coughing and 
gagging.  One brown-haired nymph -- his first mountain lover? -- sat 
watching him silently.  Dobbit lay still, his face bluish above the 
green beard.  Dropping beside him, Sam felt his chest.  The satyr 
possessed a heartbeat but seemed not to be breathing.

No 911 here -- not that it had been effective when he last tried it!  He
hovered anxiously.  What did CPR consist of?  Cardio-Pulmonary 
Resuscitation.  He had a vague idea of squeezing the chest and blowing 
air into the mouth.

Someone touched his elbow.  "Turn him over."  It was the watching nymph.
"You filled up his throat."

Sam obeyed her.  She lay on her back and pushed the lad's head up with a
hand on his forehead.  "Kneel on and off his back," she directed before
clamping her mouth under Dobbit's.

Again Sam obeyed.  As his knees compressed the small back, he heard wet
sounds from the combined heads.  On the third time a horsetail swished 
across Sam's face.  The lad twitched sideways, out from under the 
punishing knees.

Dobbit rolled over on his back, green eyes glaring into the face of the
nymph whose head lay inverted with his, wet mouth grinning.  "Give it 
back!" he demanded.

The brown-haired nymph sprang to her feet, a thread of cream at either 
corner of her mouth.  She would have run away but others rose around her
and caught her.  She burst into laughter, spraying semen on several of 
her captors.  They dragged her down in a pileup of bodies, both male and
female.  Most of them were soon fucking.

Sam said to Dobbit, lying nearby, licking his lip and feeling his cock,
"I can't believe I jizzed enough to choke you."

Aside from the beard, the smile was that of a lad on Christmas morning.
"Oh, but you did, Lord, a cupful, I'm sure, right into my gullet.  It 
was wondrous!"

"That's ridiculous!  No man can make more than a few teaspoons."

"Whatever you say.  But Lord, a man can do almost anything on the 
mountain of the gods."

Sam shook his head.  "Look here, Dobbit, you seem to know what's going 
on.  How about answering a few questions?"

"I'll do my best, Lord."

"Where are we actually?  Where is this 'mountain of the gods?'"

The satyr frowned.  "That's a hard one.  The fact is no one ever said 
where it is.  Hmm.  I've heard it called Mount Olympus.  Do you know 
that name?"

"I've heard of Mount Olympus in Greece.  But nobody ever mentioned real
things like you satyrs.  You know, except for your beards and tails, you
could be half-grown children."

The curiously young-old face brightened.  "That's the idea, I think.  We
represent horny children to please the gods.  And now and then to reward
an old man."

Sam nodded and said dryly, "A pedophile's idea of heaven.  Except you're
not nearly innocent enough."

"Innocent of sex?  Ha!  We are not innocent at all."

"Yes, you're like children after the pedo is through with them.  But how
is it that you're real?  _Are_ you real or am I imagining all this?"

The satyr grinned darkly.  "I think solipsism was invented in Olympus."

"Solipsism?  You have the advantage of me."

"It's the belief that we only imagine everything we think we know.  It 
says you can be certain of nothing but your own mind.  Nothing else may
exist beyond it.  Of course it's a lot more fun for me to pretend you're
real."

The lad slid closer, his hand straying toward Sam's cock.  Sam endured 
its light enclosure.  After it had pulled his now bounteous foreskin a 
few times, he chuckled.  "You kids are horny, all right."

"Obviously we were built to fuck."

"By the gods of Olympus, eh?"

"Well, that's not clear.  Most of us are loyal to Dionysus, accounting 
Him our father, but He won't say if it's true.  I guess He isn't proud 
of us."  The lad sighed.

"Too bad all kids aren't so eager."

"You had children?"

Sam chuckled.  "Depends on how you mean 'had.'  But children of my own 
...  Will you tell me the truth?  Am I dead?"

Dobbit laughed.  "Dead?  Could a dead man choke me on his semen?"

Sam took a deep breath.  "I guess not.  And that's the problem.  How 
else could I get to this unlikely place but to die first?  I can't 
believe such fuck-devoted children might exist in the same reality I 
knew before I arrived here."

"Oh, that's easy.  You lived in the Human Preserve."

"The what?"

"Humans are so prolific, far more than the gods.  At first they all 
lived happily on the same plane, back when the gods made most of you.  
But humans took over their own reproduction and soon their noise became
intolerable.  Then the gods separated you from our plane."

"'Plane.'"  Sam shook his head.  "That sounds like some kind of 
astrology talk.  Bullshit, in other words."

"I infer what you mean by that word."  The satyr grinned.  "Sometimes 
bullshit is a higher truth, Sam."

"All right.  How do you get from the Human Preserve to Olympus?  How did
_I_ get here?"

Dobbit hesitated.  He took a breath.  "Demeter said not to mention ... 
but She isn't here."  His head rose.  "Basically only one way, Sam.  
Someone with the power of a god has to transfer you."

"You don't have to die first?"

Dobbit shook his head.  "Death has nothing to do with it necessarily.  
It's just a good moment to apply the transfer.  Your old affairs are 
definitely terminated."

"Damn it, did those damned queers kill me in that jail?"

"Queers?  I don't really know what happened in the Human Preserve.  All
I know, Sam, is that Demeter dropped you here asleep and told us not to
tell you how.  Oh yes, She told us we'd suffer the full torments of 
Hades if any harm befell you."

"Demeter?"

"Goddess of farming and the seasons."

"What was Her interest?"

"You'll have to ask Her."

"How do I reach Her?"

The satyr chuckled dryly.  "You don't call Her, Sam; She calls you."

"Convenient for Her!"

"Like everything else here.  Oh, Chaos!"

"Huh?"

A strong, strangely familiar soprano sounded stridently behind him.  
"Dobbit, damn you, did you just disobey Me?"


Contact:
Varangian: ludmax11@hotmail.com
Kellis: kellis@dhp.com

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+