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Title : The Goblin Train

   Author : MeatBot

   Keywords : teen, lesbo, magic, whacky-shit

   Written : 20141017
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   A young girl who can see into the world of magic falls in love with a
fairy, and is later drawn into a war between the two worlds.

   Disclaimer :

   Copyright by the author.  Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this
type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author.  This is a work
of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons
under 16 in real life.

   This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising.  Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined under
law as "Weird Shit".  Do not read this story if you believe that fictional
characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than the age
of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live under a
repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place such as the USA.
If you like it, I did it.  If you hate it, I didn't.  If it offends you, it
was a misprint.  If you want to sue me, I don't exist.  Sue the internet
instead.  Nobody's twisting your arm.  Leave if you don't like crap like
this.  These are just words, people.  Just words.

   Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words.  I am not an English major.  Deal with it.  None of this shit really
happened.  It's all made up.  And, sorry folks, there is no such thing as
magic.

   This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.

   This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.



   --==+==-

   Valencia knew from a very early age that she had the sight.  The second
sight, the vision.  Whatever you want to call it.  She knew she could see
things that others could not see.  One of her earliest memories was her
grandmother's funeral, when she had just been three or four.  She watched
the tired ghost of her grandmother wander up and down the aisles, checking
out who all had came to her own funeral.  Valencia finally caught her eye
and waved to her, and the woman had smiled and winked at her, causing her
to giggle.

   Valencia spent hours in her back yard, watching the fairies, gnomes,
sprites and goblins that moved through the property.  Once, a dragon had
even flown over, going who knows where.  The magic folk usually had no idea
she could see them, and she learned to let them think that, or they behaved
differently.  She had tried, as a child, to talk to them, but hardly any of
them would ever talk to a mortal.

   Once, she pretended to read a book as she watched a goblin make love to
a fairy for an hour or more.  When they had finished, the goblin
disappeared in a puff of smoke as the fairy dressed and re-arranged her
clothing, humming softly to herself.

   "What were you guys doing?" Valencia had asked her.  The fairy ignored
her at first, but Valencia had asked again, leaning down towards her,
making it plain who she was speaking to.

   "Are you talkin' to me?" the fairy asked, surprised.  "Can you see me?"

   "Yes.  I just wondered what you were doing with that little man,"
Valencia had answered.  The fairy shook her head in surprise.

   "Child, if you have to ask, you don't need to know," the fairy finally
said, and disappeared in a green streak.  Valencia knew how fast the magic
folk could be, when they moved.  She went back to her book, disappointed.
She really had wondered what they had been doing.  And that man, he had
that funny...  thing...  sticking out...  whatever had that been all about?
The fairy girl did seem to enjoy herself at least...

   Another flash happened, and a new fairy stood before her.  Valencia
knew, in an instant, that this was the queen of the fairies.  She'd never
seen the woman before, but she knew.  The woman carried herself like
someone used to power.  Like someone used to having her way.  Regal.

   "Your majesty..." Valencia said, or something close to that, in that
magical language that only children can speak.  She bowed to the woman. 
She would have curtseyed, but she didn't know how.  The queen regarded her
with surprise, just like the other fairy had.

   "Goodness..." the queen had said.  "Are you a changeling, child?"

   "No..." said Valencia, understanding what the woman had meant.  "I'm a
bridge, a go-between..." Somehow she knew that, without ever being told.

   "I see," said the queen.  "I have heard of such a thing, but never seen
one.  What do you see of our world?  Everything?"

   "Uh..." said Valencia, confused, wondering how to answer that.  "I
guess...  I see dragons and warriors and goblins and fairies and...  uhm...
devil things..."

   "Yes.  Interesting," said the queen.  "Well, we will have to keep an eye
on you, child."

   That was it, pretty much.  The queen disappeared, after giving Valencia
a flower and a wink.  She tucked the flower behind her ear, feeling it's
magic flow down over her body.  That night she put it in a vase in her
room, and watered it.  She knew instinctively it really needed tears to
water it, and she was careful to cry on it occasionally so it didn't dry
up. That had been over five years ago, and the flower still sat on her desk
in her room, as beautiful as the day she'd gotten it.  Her mother had never
seemed to notice it.

   Valencia was nine years old, now.  She was a very precocious child, very
smart, very clever.  She kept to herself mostly, she had friends at school,
but she was a loner, pretty much.  She lived an odd life, halfway between
two worlds, belonging to both yet belonging to neither.  Valencia was an
odd combination of grown-up and little girl.  The things she saw in the
fairy world expanded her mind, and matured her for her age.

   The fairy she'd spoken to, the girl she'd seen making out with the
goblin, had befriended her.  Friendships between fairies and mortals were
rare and sometimes did not end well, but this one was special.  The fairy,
Exeleculpa, was still young, for a fairy.  Valencia amused her, and the two
had grown close.  Ex lived in a tree by a creek near Valencia's house, and
they saw each other every day, usually.

   One day they were sitting on the bank of the creek, talking.

   "Ex..." said Valencia.  "What happened to my grandmother?  How come I
saw her just that one time?"

   "Well..." said Ex.  She loved Valencia's questions.  And she almost
always told the girl the truth, which was rare for a fairy.  "Val.  It's
different for mortals.  They stay in the spirit world for a few days or
weeks, I guess to get used to being dead or something, and then they go off
to their version of heaven, or hell.  We, us fairies, can't go there, even
to just look."

   "Oh." Valencia thought for a while.  "So there's no way I can see her
again?"

   "Not that I know of." Ex said.  "The gatekeeper is strong, and harsh.  I
tried to peek once, and I got my tail singed good.  It burned for a month
or more."

   "Ex.  Where do fairies go when they die, then?"

   Exeleculpa laughed out loud at that one.

   "Silly!" She grabbed Val's hands with her little ones and spun the girl
around.  "Fairies don't die!  You should know that!"



   --==+==-

   Ex was right, sort of.  Fairies didn't die of old age.  But they could
be killed, if the magic was strong enough.  One day Exeleculpa wasn't home,
and Valencia missed her terribly.  At the end of three days she was beside
herself.  She wondered if she'd offended the girl, or somehow drove her
away.  The next morning she raced to the tree Ex lived in, and there the
girl was.  She looked terrible, though.  Her normal deep, rich green was a
light pastel looking shade.  Her wings drooped, and she had an
uncharacteristic frown on her face, at least until she saw Valencia.  She
flew into Valencia's arms, and they hugged.

   "Oh, Ex..." Valencia said, choking up.  "I thought I'd lost you..."

   "I'm sorry, darling...  I had to go away...  something terrible
happened, and I had to make a journey...  I missed you horribly..."

   "Oh, Ex...  I missed you too...  what happened?"

   Ex was silent for a while, weighing in her mind how much to tell the
girl.  She was a brash, impetuous fairy, though, so she just told her
everything.

   "It was Bradapentareaux, my half-brother.  He was making it with a
harpy, and her mate caught them at it.  There was a fight, and part of the
harpy's claw broke off, and finally burrowed its way to his heart and he
died.  We had to take him back to the old country, and put him in a cave."

   "Ex..." Valencia was thoughtful.  "I thought fairies didn't die." She
felt sad for Bradapentareaux, although she had never met him.  She felt
saddest for Ex, though.

   "Well...  Val...  we don't die of old age or anything...  but we can be
killed...  Brada was the first in over a hundred years, though..."

   "Will he come back?"

   "I don't know." Ex looked puzzled, like the idea had never occurred to
her.  Valencia knew that some of her people believed that, that people came
back.  She figured she was too young to believe anything like that, yet,
though.



   --==+==-

   A few days later when Valencia approached Ex's tree, she could see
something was going on beneath it.  She stopped behind some tall grass and
watched as a goblin pulled himself off of Ex's slim green body.  There was
that funny thing again, sprouting from his waist!  Ex took it in her mouth
for a moment, even.  The goblin tucked it back in his pants and walked
away, singing.  He walked right past Valencia, as magic creatures usually
did, not realizing she could see him.

   Ex had her clothes back on by the time Valencia came up.  Valencia
giggled at her, and Ex looked nonplussed.  "What?" she finally said.

   "I saw you...  and that goblin...  doin't it..." said Valencia, still
giggling.

   Ex had the grace to look embarrassed, at least.  "Well, he asked so
nicely...  and...  and I just can't say no, I guess.  I'm a fairy!"

   Ex finally giggled, too.

   "Ex." Valencia decided it was time she learned a little about this. 
"What were you doing?  What is that thing called?  That thing sticking out
of him?"

   Ex did her characteristic pause to think, and then blabbed it all. 
"Val, that's his cock.  Haven't you ever seen a boy's cock, in your world?"

   "Well, yes...  we call them weenies though..  but I never seen one
sticking out like that..."

   "Well, it sticks out like that when it's hard.  And it gets hard so he
can...  uhm...  Val.  You know what fucking is?"

   "I...  I know the word...  I know it's a bad word..."

   "In your world, it is, yes.  Well...  fucking is when a boy sticks
his... cock...  inside a girl.  It feels really good, trust me, someday
it's all you'll want to do, if you're anything like me.  Fairies do it, and
mortals do it.  The whole world, pretty much, revolves around it. 
Valencia. You are how old, ten?"

   "Yes, ten."

   "Trust me, girl, by the time you are fourteen, it's all you'll want to
do."



   --==+==-

   Ex was off a little, on her timing.  By fourteen Valencia still hadn't
even kissed a boy, much less been fucked by one.  She had seen Ex fuck and
get fucked more and more often, now that Ex saw no real reason to hide it
from her.  Exeleculpa was a gurripador, a goblin fucker.  Most fairies
hated goblins, and were disgusted by them.  For some reason, probably a
childhood thing, Ex loved them, at least loved being fucked by them.  By
the way, goblins aren't like the goblins in folk tales, they are not nasty
horrible-looking beastly creatures, they are just another form of magic
life.  They look pretty normal, although their thoughts are quite a bit
different than the average fairy.  They live underground and like to fight
and steal things, from both other magical life and mortals.

   Anyway, Ex had a reputation for fucking goblins.  Goblins came from all
around for a taste of her.  And, she was tasty.  She was tall, for a fairy,
almost four feet tall.  Slim and muscular, and green as they get.  She
usually wore a little halter top kind of thing that she'd made from a scrap
of cloth, and often as not went bare down below.  Fairies are weird like
that.  She had some nice boots that a goblin shoemaker had made for her,
and she was most proud of them.  She wore a necklace with a single huge
diamond on it, as big as a golf ball.  She was just an average fairy, in
other words.

   Valencia was, at fourteen, a striking and beautiful girl.  She still
looked a little little-girlish, and was still a loner.  She had a good
friend at school, Devonetta, but she had never told her about the fairy
world, and what she could see of it.

   Valencia was beginning to wonder more and more what her part in all this
was to be.  She felt like there must be some reason that she, and as far as
she could tell, only she, could see the magical fairy world that existed
side by side to our world.  She wondered if she was to play a role in
something, in the future.  She wondered if there was a reason for it all.



   --==+==-

   One day, she was out by Ex's tree, when the fairy queen paid her a visit
again.  Ex had been talking, and suddenly her face turned white and she
bowed deeply.  A stern voice behind Valencia said, "Exeleculpa.  Get lost."

   Ex disappeared in a green streak.  Valencia turned, and there was the
fairy queen, looking regal and important in her silver robes.  She regarded
the child with what Valencia interpreted as interest, and maybe a slight
bit of true warmth.  Valencia bowed deeply to the queen.  For reasons
unknown, she wanted more than anything to please the woman.  She wanted to
make her happy.

   "Well, well." The fairy queen said.  "We meet again.  I have had good
reports on you, child.  You have behaved well.  And you know how to keep
your lips sealed."

   Valencia nodded.  She was unsure what to say, so she said nothing.  The
queen continued.

   "There are those among my people who believe you are something special.
I haven't made my mind up yet.  Valencia.  I must warn you.  There is a
battle brewing, in the lands of magic.  You must be very careful.  Some may
try to deceive you, to harness your powers for their own nefarious ends. 
You must be very careful."

   Valencia nodded.  She didn't really understand all that, but saved it in
her head to think about later.  And maybe ask Ex about.

   "Valencia.  I am also giving Exeleculpa some authority to assist you,
and to watch over you, for your safety.  Listen to her and do what she
says. She will act for me, when I am absent.  Do you agree to that?"

   Valencia nodded her head, without having to think about it.  She already
trusted Ex.  She would trust her more, now.

   "Child.  If the battle comes here, if fight turns to war, it will be
difficult.  Wars in the land of magic are never pleasant.  And there are
some new...  powers that walk the land.  Your name should be Hope, not
Valencia.  Goodbye, my child."

   The queen vanished, not even leaving a streak behind.  Exeleculpa crept
back, awe on her face.

   "Ex.  What was that all about?" Valencia asked.

   "I...  I don't really know.  Something is happening back East, that's
all I know.  Something bad.  A machine has been built, or something. 
Something that is a threat to us, to the fairy world, and the mortal
world."

   "A machine?"

   "Now you know as much as I do, darling." Ex said.  "Come on, let's go
down to the creek and try to catch some sharks.



   --==+==-

   That night, after she went to bed, Valencia tried something that she'd
never done before.  She lay in bed, flat on her back, and tried to send her
mind out of her body and find out what threatened the magic world.  She
never really felt like her mind left, but she did seem to feel something
dreadful, just over the horizon.  She came to with a shiver, and felt cold
and alone.  She wished Ex was there with her, but Ex hated being indoors.
She finally relaxed, and slept.



   --==+==-

   "Ex?"

   "What, child?"

   "Could I do that?"

   "Do what?"

   "Make out.  With a goblin."

   Ex laughed.  "Sure, if you could find one willing.  You are young and
cute, you could probably do it.  Most goblins don't like mortals, but
you've had enough magic rub off on you...  you could probably find one who
would.  You still have that flower?"

   "The flower the fairy queen gave me?  Yes."

   "Sniff it every night.  Make its scent part of you.  Say Praectecnica
delphius simmeronimus a hundred times before you go to sleep.  Drink a
glass of green tea with one sugar cube, a rose petal and a drop of your
urine in it, once a week.  Taste yourself, your vaginal secretions, every
time you masturbate, which should be at least once a day, by the way.  And
here, wear this beneath your shirt."

   Ex handed Valencia her diamond necklace.  It felt huge and clunky to
Valencia.  She accepted it reluctantly.

   "Oh, Ex, I don't want to take your necklace!" she said.  "I know how
much it means to you!"

   "No, really, it's no big deal." Said Ex.  "The fairy queen said she'd
replace anything that I spent, taking care of you.  I'll just get a new
one."



   --==+==-

   Sure enough, the next day Ex sported a new diamond necklace, even
slightly bigger than the one she'd given away.  And it was a deep blood
red, simply beautiful.

   The necklace was a pain, for Valencia.  She wasn't really sure why she
was wearing it.  Would it help protect her from the threat that was
possibly coming?  Or was it to simply help her get laid by a goblin?  It
was huge, it felt as big as a baseball beneath her shirt.  And, it caused
more trouble than anything in her short life had, so far.  It almost blew
the cover off the whole thing.

   Valencia's father, Ralph, was preparing to go on a business trip.  He
would rise very early the next morning, and leave.  That night, as she
prepared for bed, he hugged her, and told her he would miss her.  The
diamond pressed painfully into her chest, but she didn't really think about
it.

   "What the heck are you wearing?" he said, rubbing his chest.  Valencia
was seized with fear and her mind raced.

   "It's...  it's a necklace that Devonetta gave me...  it's a friendship
necklace..."

   "Lord, it's as big as a lump of coal.  Don't fall with that thing on,
it'll crush your windpipe."

   Valencia laughed, and that seemed to be the end of it.  It wasn't.

   While he was gone, Valencia had a bike wreck.  She was going down a
steep hillside, and something just happened.  She crashed, hard, smashing
to some bushes and bouncing off a tree.  She picked herself up, feeling
many aches and pains, and one major one in her wrist.  She walked her bike
home, and looked up her mother.

   Her mother took one look at her, and off they went to the minor
emergency clinic.  They X-rayed her wrist, and cleaned and bandaged her
many scrapes.  That seemed to be the end of it.  Except...  when Valencia
had been checked in, they made her take off her shirt, and put on a paper
gown.  She had removed the necklace, and hidden it in her shirt pocket, and
wrapped the shirt around it.  She didn't think of it again, until they got
home, and her mom was doing the laundry.

   "Valencia..." Her mother appeared in the kitchen door.  In her hand,
hanging from the leather strap it was on, was the diamond.  Oh shit,
thought Valencia.  I've done it now.  She wished more than ever that Ex
hadn't given it to her.  How was she ever going to talk her way out of this
one?

   "Valencia, dear...  what is this?" her mother said, regarding the
diamond as if it were a poisonous snake or something.

   "Mom...  it's just something that Devonetta gave me...  it's nothing,
really...  it's called a friendship necklace."

   Her mother just stared at it.  Her mother was no stranger to big shiny
rocks, or jewelry.  Her dad was a jeweler, for crying out loud.  Her mom
knew her way around the jeweler's bench, a little.  Her mom had a few
diamonds of her own, though none nearly as large as this monster.

   "Valencia." Her mom's voice was hollow, and sounded very far away. 
"Dear.  For real?"

   Valencia knew that every little thing she said from here on out would be
examined and dissected.  She knew she was in trouble.  She almost cussed Ex
out, mentally.  Shit.

   "Mom.  Okay." She said.  "I found it down by the creek.  Just the other
day."

   Well, that was close enough to the truth that she might even pass a lie
detector test on it.  Valencia gritted her teeth, willing her mom to
believe her.

   "Valencia.  I'm going to put this in the safe.  I think your father
needs to look at it, when he gets home."

   Oh shit.  Her dad would know, for sure.  Her dad would know it was real.
And that you didn't just find things like that lying around.

   "Mom.  It's just glass or something.  I mean, look at it.  If it was
real, it'd be worth, what?  Millions?"

   That was her last hope.  It didn't work.

   "Yeah.  Millions." Her mom said, heading for the back of the house,
where the bedroom and the safe was.

   "Mom!  I'm going outside!" yelled Valencia.  She raced down the creek
bank, to where Ex lived.  Sure enough, Ex was there, underneath yet another
goblin.  Valencia stopped, not wanting to interrupt them, happy just to
find Ex.  The goblin finally finished up, and Valencia could hear Ex's
grunts and groans as she came.  Ex slurped his cock clean, and he
disappeared into the reeds.

   "Hi darling!" Ex said, not the slightest bit embarrassed.  Valencia fell
all over the other girl.

   "Oh, Ex, the most terrible thing has happened.  My mom has your
necklace, the one you gave to me.  She'd going to show it to my dad."

   Ex looked puzzled.  "So?  Mortals have diamonds, too, right?"

   "Yes, but not ones like that thing.  It's a monster.  And they'll want
to know where I got it."

   "Well, I'll go in your house tonight and steal it back.  Leave the door
unlocked.  No problem."

   "It's in the safe.  Can you get inside and get it out?"

   "Safe?  What do you mean, it's safe?"

   "It's in our safe."

   "What is a safe?"

   "A big steel box with a lock on it."

   "Is there a key?"

   "Well, yes, but there's a combination lock, too."

   "Combination lock?"

   Ex seemed to be getting more and more lost.  Fairies didn't do machines
well, they didn't understand them, or have any real interest in them.

   "Ex.  You can't just use magic or something?"

   "Val, girl, if it's one of your machines, it will work the same way for
me as it does for you.  If you can't get in it, then I can't get in it
either."

   "Shit."

   The two sat and talked for a while longer, puzzled by the mess.  There
was just nothing else to do, Valencia decided.  She dreaded the return of
her dad.



   --==+==-

   When her father returned, Valencia was in school.  She came home to find
both her parents sitting at the kitchen table, the necklace on the table
between them.  His loupe and some of his other jeweler's tools were
scattered around.

   She felt guilty already.  She could feel the flush of embarrassment
burning up her neck.  She knew they could see it.

   "Valencia.  This is a very serious matter." Her father was not his usual
jovial self.  He acted like he was mad at her.

   "Valencia.  You must tell us where you got this stone.  You must tell
the truth."

   She assumed her most innocent and honest demeanor.  She realized that
she needed more practice at that.

   "Mom.  Dad.  Honest.  I found it down by the creek." She had decided to
stick to her story.  I mean, she thought, I can't just say, a magical fairy
that only I can see gave it to me.

   Her dad sighed.  He picked up the diamond and looked at her through it.

   "Valencia." His voice was hollow and far away, like her mom's had been.
"This is a diamond unlike anything I've ever seen before.  It is huge, over
five hundred carats.  It is cut cleaner and more precisely than anything
I've ever seen.  It is worth millions, tens of millions, at least. 
Possibly more.  Tell us again, Valencia, make us believe.  Where did you
find it?"

   "Honest." She felt tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.  She
just didn't know what to do next.  "Honest.  It was down by the creek."



   --==+==-

   Before if was over she had to take them down, and show them the exact
spot.  She took them right in front of Ex's tree, and showed them the spot
where she thought Ex had handed it to her.  Ex leaned against her tree, her
expression sympathetic.  Valencia wanted to pinch her for starting the
whole mess.  Well, really, the fairy queen had started the whole mess. 
They trudged back to the house.



   --==+==-

   Her parents had no idea what to do.  Valencia knew she wasn't getting
her diamond back.  Her dad locked it back in the safe.

   "Well, I know some people," He finally said.  "I'll ask around.  But I
know most of the large stones in the world, and this ain't one of them. 
And I've never seen anything like that stone.  It's beyond perfect.  It's
exquisite.  Almost magical."

   Life somewhat returned to normal.  As soon as she could, Valencia
scampered down to Ex's tree.  She was careful, and fearful that her parents
would watch her closer, now that something was going on.  She knew that the
diamond thing wasn't over, not by a long shot.

   Ex was sorry that she'd caused the whole mess.  Valencia felt bad for
blaming her for it, even if it was just in her head.  They tried to think
of ways to retrieve the diamond, but couldn't.

   "Well," said Valencia.  "I'd like to get your diamond back, at least. 
I'm sorry I lost it."

   "Oh, it's yours, now," said Ex.  "It wouldn't have helped you unless I
gave it to you."

   "Well, it's not helping me now, I'm sure." Said Valencia.

   "Probably not," said Ex.  "We gotta get you another one." She looked
down at the massive red diamond on her chest.

   "No, not another," said Valencia.  "Unless it's a teeny tiny one."

   "Well," said Ex.  "The size doesn't matter.  Just the purity.  I'll see
if I can get you a tiny one."

   They chattered some more.

   "Ex." said Valencia finally, bored.  "Have you been fucked today?"

   Ex giggled.  "Just twice," she said.  "I'm slowing down in my old age."

   Valencia giggled.  She was horny, she just didn't know it.

   "Ex.  Find me a goblin, a cute one.  A cute one who likes mortals."

   Ex looked sad again.  "Oh, honey, you don't understand.  I talked to the
queen yesterday about this very thing.  You can't fuck, not yet.  You have
to remain pure."

   "What?  What do you mean?"

   "If you are going to play a part in this...  in whatever happens, the
war and all that...  you have to remain a virgin.  That's your power. 
That's what makes you strong.  Your purity."

   Valencia didn't know that.  She'd been all ready to lose her virginity.
She'd been ready for that, for a long time.

   "Shit." She finally said, sighing.  Well, that sucked.  She really
wondered what it was like, sex.  If it was that great.  Well, she knew it
was fun, she masturbated every day, sometimes twice, remembering what Ex
had told her that time.  She like to masturbate, she enjoyed it.  And she
hoped that real sex was even more pleasurable.  She counted on it.

   "Val-en-see-uh..." Ex said, slowly, coyly.  "Darlin'.  Leave your door
unlocked tonight, the back door.  I'll show you something that's almost as
much fun as getting fucked.  And it won't pop your cherry."



   --==+==-

   That night, Valencia waited, in anticipation.  She'd gotten up after the
house was quiet, and unlocked the back door, like Ex had asked.  Just as
she almost gave up and nodded off, she was suddenly aware of a presence in
the room.  She drew in a frightened gulp of air, but then she recognized
Exeleculpa by her characteristic faint green glow.  The fairy came right up
to her bed, and threw back the bedsheets.

   "Val...  darlin'...  get that nightgown off...  me and you are gonna
have a little fun..."

   The next few hours were very enjoyable to Valencia.  Ex was, as most
fairies are, a skillful lover, whether making it with males or females. 
Valencia felt like their relationship had turned a corner, that it had
matured or grown or something.  She wondered if they would do this often,
from now on.  She certainly hoped so.

   Ex had a tongue that was out of this world.  She licked and slurped all
around Valencia's cunt, rubbing on her clit, going all the way down to her
asshole, and sending her to heaven and back.  Valencia came again and
again, her legs locking, her back straining, her calves almost cramping. 
She lost track of how many times she came.  Ex was like any other fairy,
when fucking a mortal.  She could coax Valencia into both coming, and
staying.  Way, way longer than when she simply masturbated.  With Ex,
Valencia had orgasms that stretched into minutes, instead of simply
seconds. She was afloat in an ocean of pleasure.  She had more fun than
she'd ever had, before.  Sex with a fairy is, above all else, fun.

   Valencia had never eaten pussy before, of course.  Ex was her first. 
And it was incredible.  The girl tasted so good she just almost couldn't
stand it.  And, Ex was a fairy.  Her pussy was perfect, and exquisite.  As
sweet as sugar.  Her clit was as big as Valencia's thumb.  Just sucking it
into her mouth was almost enough to make Valencia orgasm.  Ex's cute little
puckered asshole was as sweet as a flower.  Valencia just ate her up,
loving it.

   The sun was almost coming up when Ex crept out of Valencia's room and
back to her hollow tree.  Valencia, exhausted, got an hour of sleep before
her mom woke her up, and bundled her off to school.  She just sat there in
class that day, a warm fuzzy feeling suffusing her whole body, and probably
a stupid look on her face.  She even forgot about the goddam diamond.  She
was happy.



   --==+==-

   That afternoon, when she arrived home, her dad was in the kitchen with
two men that she'd never seen before.  There were microscopes and lenses
and electronic machines spread out all over the table, and there, in the
middle of it all, sat the diamond.  Shit, Valencia thought.  That stupid
goddam diamond.

   Her dad regarded her like she was some space alien or something. 
"Dear." He nodded at her, not smiling, just looking at her.  "Valencia,
meet Roger Stauffer, and Bill DeSmith." She solemnly shook hands, and they
returned to their contemplation of the stone.

   When her dad saw that their attention was occupied, he covertly made a
"hush" sign to her, with his finger and lips.  She figured that he didn't
want the men to know that she'd claimed to simply find the stone.  She knew
enough to keep her mouth shut, anyway.

   She finally made her way outside, and down to the creek.  Ex peeked out,
and then greeted her.

   "People.  Looking at the diamond."

   "It's out of the...  save...  now?" said Ex.

   "Safe.  Yes.  But there's no way to steal it, they are all just sitting
there staring at it."

   "Marduk," said Ex.  "You'd think they'd never seen a diamond before."

   "Yeah." Said Valencia.  Marduk.  Whatever that meant.

   "Ex."

   "Yeah?"

   "How's the fight going?  The battle?"

   To her surprise, Ex burst into tears.  Valencia immediately grabbed her
and hugged her tight.  Ex cried and cried, hiccuping and trying to talk but
not being able to.

   "Oh, Valencia," she finally managed.  "Something terrible has happened.
And it might be partly to do with me!"

   "What, Ex?  Tell me." Valencia said, hugging the girl and nuzzling her
face.  Ex's magical fairy tears burned, but a good burn, wherever they
touch Valencia.

   "Val.  Okay.  Lemme start at the beginning.  Yesterday I went to the
queen, to tell her that you needed a new diamond.  A small one.  She
understood, and when I left, she was going to her laboratory to make one
for you.  And nobody's seen her since."

   "Nobody's seen her?"

   "She just disappeared.  She didn't come down last night, or this
morning. No one has seen her at all.  This is the first time this has
happened, usually she's everywhere, since she can be in more than one place
at a time."

   "So, you think it had something to do with the diamond?"

   "Well, I dunno.  No, nobody thinks that, I mean, it was just a diamond,
nothing special.  Not even a big one.  But it was the last thing she did."

   "Did she make the diamond?"

   "I...  I don't know that...  I guess I should find out, for you..."

   Ex steeled herself.  "Hang on a minute," she said, and disappeared in
her characteristic green streak.  Valencia sat back in the grass and
relaxed, prepared to wait for a while.  But Ex returned almost immediately,
in another green blur.

   "Okay." said Ex.  She held a leather strap out to Valencia.  This strap
was much longer than the first one.

   "Yes, she made the diamond.  This was on her workbench, with a note with
your name on it.  So they let me have it."

   Valencia took the strap, and examined it.  There, in a tiny metal
setting, was a small, bright shining diamond.  Barely as big as the head of
a pin.

   "It's not a necklace, it's a waistlace.  Here.  Hold your shirt up.

   Ex took the waistlace and unfastened it.  Valencia pulled her shirt up,
and Ex fastened it around her slim waist.  Then she pushed the diamond down
into Valencia's pants, touching Valencia's pussy even, for a second. 
Valencia giggled.

   "Okay," said Ex.  "That will guard you, guard your virginity.  And it
will be hidden a little better.  Do your parents ever see you without
clothes on?"

   "No, never, unless I get hit by a car or something."

   "Well, let's hope that doesn't happen.  Those stupid cars.  They are
dangerous."

   Valencia giggled.  She knew that a fairy would pass right through a car,
if it hit her.  She could feel the diamond, right on the outside of her
vagina.  It felt warm.  She hoped, lord, she hoped her parents wouldn't
discover this one.  She didn't see how they could, but stranger things had
happened.

   She kissed Ex, a long sweet kiss with a lot of tongue, and went back to
the house.  The men were gone.

   Her dad sat at the kitchen table, and just stared at her.  She finally
said, "What?"

   "Girl," he said.  He shook his head.  "You have presented me with the
biggest puzzle in my life.  That." He indicated the diamond, sitting on the
table.

   "I can't explain it.  I can't identify it.  I can hardly show it to
people even, without a major fuss.  I'm scared to own it, and scared to
give it up.  I'm going to start keeping it in the office, I don't want to
keep it here, in the house.  It's just too damn valuable."

   "Dad..." she said.  He raised his eyebrows at her.

   "Dad, just let me put it back where I found it, and we'll forget it ever
existed."

   "Darling, it just doesn't work like that." He shook his head.  He rose,
and pocketed the diamond.  "I'll be back.  I'm going to the office."



   --==+==-

   Five minutes later, Valencia was watching TV and doing homework when she
caught a glimpse of something green enter the room.  It was Ex!  Valencia
laughed, in pleasure.  She knew Ex hardly ever entered the house.  What had
brought her, this time?

   Ex laughed, too.  She held open her hand, and there it was.  The stupid
diamond.  The thing that had caused all that trouble.

   "Ex!" Valencia hissed, hoping her mother didn't walk in.  "How did you
get that?"

   "I picked your Daddy's pocket," Ex said, a wicked grin on her face. 
"It's easy, when a man wears a suit.  The pockets are large, and the flaps
are easy to get up, and get your hand in there.  He never knew it
happened."

   They were both giggling when the screech of tires sounded out front.

   "Oh, shit," said Ex, and disappeared, taking the diamond with her.

   Valencia's dad raced into the house.  His face had a look on it that
she'd never seen before, sheer abject horror.  She immediately felt sorry
for him.  But, it just has to be this way, she thought.

   "Valencia!" he almost shouted at her.

   She assumed her most puzzled expression.  He disappeared into the
kitchen.  She followed.

   He stood before the table, looking so sad she wanted to cry.

   "Valencia.  I have lost it."

   "What?  The diamond?"

   "Yes," he nodded.  "I placed it in my pocket.  I carefully placed it in
my pocket, and then at Broadway and Stiles when I patted my pocket, it was
gone.  Somewhere between here and there, I lost it."

   "Does your pocket have a hole in it?" he shook his head at her question.

   "Did you look in the car?"

   "Yes, once." he said.  He disappeared out the front door, to look again.
She heard his voice but couldn't understand what he said.  She sighed,
feeling sorry for him.  It just had to be like this, though.  The little
diamond between her legs felt warm and comfortable.  Her pussy felt good.
The damn thing almost vibrates, she thought.  She liked this new diamond
way better than the old one.



   --==+==-

   That night, her dad had a long talk with her mom.  They both seemed to
be watching Valencia with suspicious looks, she thought.  Well, maybe she
was just being paranoid.  Her dad was doubting his own sanity by now, and
she wished she could comfort him.  The whole episode made her wonder what
her life held in store for her, if she'd have to live like this her whole
life.  This double life.  This keeping of secrets.  It wasn't always easy,
as this had proved.

   She finally wandered down to Ex's tree.  Ex wasn't there, but after a
few minutes she appeared in a green streak.  They hugged, and kissed, as
they had begun to do whenever they met.

   "Are you gonna come visit me tonight?" Valencia whispered huskily in
Ex's ear.  The other girl laughed.

   "Sure, if you want me to!"

   "Oh, I want.  I want," said Valencia.  She kissed the fairy again.

   "Val," said Ex.  "I been helping look for the queen."

   "And?"

   "Nothing.  She's gone.  Gone gone."

   "Shit.  What does that mean?"

   "It means we are in deep doodoo.  The queen was most of our power
against the...  the bad guys, whatever they are.  People are talking now
that it was a pre...  something called a preemptive strike, taking the
queen out of action before the fight started.  If that's true, we're
fucked."

   "The fairies?"

   "The everybody.  Valencia.  This fight, if it happens, will spill over
into the mortal world.  That's what it's really all about.  To bring the...
conjunction.  The fabled conjunction.  That's really what almost any fight
in the world of magic is about."

   "Oh.  What will that mean, to us?  To mortals?"

   "Enslavement, probably.  Mortals have no real weapons to fight against
magic with.  Although, with the conjunction, mortal weapons will work
against magic folk.  Dunno.  It might be a fair fight after all, who
knows."

   They stood there, holding hands for a while.  Finally Valencia wrapped
Ex's soft body in her arms, and hugged her.  They put their heads on each
others shoulders, and just stood there.  Valencia watched the sun sit on
the horizon.  Bugs chirped.  A cat strolled by.  Finally, she kissed Ex on
the lips.  A long, long wet kiss.

   "Come and see me, girl," she said, and strolled back to the house.  Her
dad was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the spot where the diamond
was not.  She hugged him, feeling bad for him.  But, it just had to be this
way.



   --==+==-

   The next day was Monday.  School.  She had barely gotten three hours
sleep that night, due to Ex's attentions.  She'd gone to bed early,
shutting and locking her door after Ex crept in.  They'd licked and kissed
and rubbed and tickled each other for hours, trying to be quiet, but being
so unsuccessful at it that Valencia finally got up and turned the TV on to
try and hide all the the noise.  She knew her parents couldn't hear Ex, who
was the noisiest, but she made some noises, too, sometimes.  The night just
seemed to go on forever, to her pleasure, but finally she opened the
window, and Ex had disappeared, and she got some sleep.

   The most amazing thing happened that day.  Something that surprised her
almost as much as seeing fairies for the first time.  She saw somebody else
seeing fairies.  A mortal.

   The man's name was Ourie.  Mr.  Ourie.  He was the janitor, at her
school.  She walked down the hall, going to the library between classes,
and there he was, standing outside his little janitor nook.  He was talking
to an imp, who was holding a notebook and checking off things on it.  It
was so natural to Valencia that at first she thought nothing of it, then
she realized.  Sweet jeezus.  That is a mortal, like me, talking to a
magical creature.  What?

   She stopped, and turned.  The imp nodded, checked one last item, and
then disappeared in a puff of dirty smoke.  Mr.  Ourie saw her watching
him, and waved to her, and went back inside his room.  She continued on to
the library, deep in thought.

   So.  She was not the only one.  But him?  Him, of all people?  He was
kind of gross, a typical old man, basically all wrinkled and hairy...  why
him?  Why couldn't it have been some cute young boy?  Shit, she thought. 
Why does it always work out so backwards?

   She wondered if she should approach him, say something.  She didn't know
what, though.  Shit, shit, she thought.  She couldn't wait to get home and
tell Ex about it.

   And that's just what she did, that evening.  She put her books up and
raced out to the tree.  Ex grabbed her and hugged her and spun her in a
circle.  They kissed, and kissed again.  And again.  And one last time. 
She was breathless.

   "Ex.  Guess what?" she didn't wait for her to guess.  "The janitor at my
school, Mr.  Ourie...  he was talking to an imp today.  I saw them."

   Ex acted almost puzzled.

   "So..." Ex finally said.

   "So shit," Valencia said.  "Ex.  Nobody that I know in my whole life can
see magic folk.  Only me.  He's the first ever, other than me.  Do you
think that means something?"

   "I dunno," said Ex.  She appeared deep in thought.  "Did you ask him if
he knew anything about the queen?"

   "I didn't say shit to him.  He's an old fart, an old perv.  Everybody
knows he spies on the girls in the shower from behind the pipes."

   "You should ask him, Val." Ex said.  "You should see where he stands, in
the battle.  He might be a help, if he's a mortal.  You're sure he's a
mortal?"

   "Pretty sure.  Everybody sees him, all the time.  And I've never seen
magic folk look old.  Ex.  Come to school with me tomorrow, and see him."



   --==+==-

   The next day, that's just what they did.  Ex nervously rode to school
with Valencia, in the back seat of her mother's SUV.  She gripped
Valencia's hand with a death grip, to Valencia's amusement.  They got out,
and Ex said, "Oh, shit," at the crowds of students.  She held onto Valencia
tighter and tighter.  Valencia was surprised that she was intimidated by
the kids.  Crazy.  People walked right through Ex, causing her to say,
"Excuse me," every time.  Valencia had a hard time not giggling.

   It was still a few minutes until school started, so Valencia took Ex
right by his nook.  Damn.  There he was, standing outside, watching the
kids go by.  They caught his eye immediately.

   "Well, pretty ladies," he said, when they stood before him.  "Welcome.
We don't get many..." his voice dropped in volume, "fairy princesses come
visiting."

   Ex laughed.  Valencia could tell that she wasn't intimidated at all by
the man.  So she tried not to be.

   "Sir," Ex said.  "Have you seen, or heard word, of the queen?"

   She didn't have to tell him which queen.  His face fell, and he seemed
sad.

   "No, my darlings, I have not.  It is terrible, no?  At this time, when
she is needed so sorely?"

   "Yes, it is terrible."

   "I will keep my eyes peeled.  I don't see a lot, here in the school, but
I helped look for her, just last night.  I mingle with a contingent of
imps, and they have organized many search parties."

   "Well, do your best.  It will be remembered," said Ex.  She bowed to the
man, and he bowed back, slightly.  He bowed to Valencia, too, and they
turned and went back outside.

   "Ex.  What'd you think."

   "I dunno.  He seems genuine.  He doesn't have that...  dirty...  feeling
that the dark lord's servants have.  I really don't know."

   "Should I trust him?"

   "I dunno.  Talk to him, but keep your secrets close, Val.  Don't trust
him like you do me, for sure."

   "Oh I wouldn't do that, anyway," she said.  She paused, thinking for a
moment.  "Ex.  Can other people see me, when I talk to you?  It doesn't
seem like it."

   "Not really...  there's a magic that happens, where they just don't
notice...  it's just one of those things..."

   "Can I kiss you?"

   "Oh, darlin', you can always kiss me."

   They locked lips, and stood, silent, immobile, in the crowd of inrushing
students.  They kissed one more time, and Valencia promised to come right
to the tree after school.

   School was dull, boring.  As usual.  Mr.  Ourie waved to her, once, as
she changed classes.  She didn't know what to do about him.  She'd probably
just mostly ignore him, if possible.  She didn't trust him, for some
reason. He just didn't seem right, to her.



   --==+==-

   The day that Ex disappeared was the single worst day ever of Valencia's
life.  She got in trouble that morning for not taking the garbage out the
night before.  She got in trouble at school for not finishing her homework.
She got in trouble in another class for talking.  She got in trouble in gym
class for popping an obnoxious girl on the butt with a wet towel.  It just
went on like that all day.

   She raced home, having to struggle to keep from crying.  It was that
bad. She dropped her books on the back step, and raced down the Ex's tree,
for some comforting.  She yearned to taste the fairy girl, she had tasted
her last night, as she had every night since they'd started making out. 
She realized by now that she was deeply in love with the girl, and Ex
seemed to be about as strongly in love back.  She knew love between fairies
and mortals was rare and usually ended badly, but she couldn't help it. 
She would take what she could get.  She loved Exeleculpa dearly.

   Anyway.  She went down to the creek, to Ex's tree.  Ex wasn't there. 
She sat in the grass, and waited for her.  Usually Ex showed up in a few
minutes.  Fairies somehow just knew, when somebody wanted them.  The
minutes stretched into an hour.  She suddenly jumped, waking up.  The sun
hung low in the sky.  She arose, peeked in the tree one last time, and went
back up to the house.

   "Oh, there you are." her mother said, and served her dinner.  She was
consumed with Ex.  Where was she?  This wasn't like her, at all.  She
halfway expected the girl to show up in the house, just to let her know she
was back and all right.

   That night was horrible.  She lay awake almost all night.  Where the
hell was Ex?  It was bad enough she wasn't here to make out with.  Valencia
missed that, badly.  But she was beginning to wonder, more and more, if
something bad had happened to Ex.  Something like what had happened to the
queen.



   --==+==-

   The next day at school she was in enough of a tizzy to ask Mr.  Ourie if
he knew anything.  He didn't, of course, but he seemed concerned.  School
was almost insane for her, the waiting, and finally she got home and
checked the tree.  Still nothing.  She felt like that if Ex had gone on a
journey or something, like she had that time her brother had been killed,
she would have let Valencia know that she was leaving for a while. 
Valencia wasn't in full panic mode yet, but she was close.

   That night was doubly horrible.  Valencia felt all alone in the world.
Her best friend was gone.  Her lover was gone.  A nagging, nasty thought
began, and she wondered if she'd ever see Ex again.  She buried her head in
her pillow, and bawled herself to sleep.

   She walked the halls of school like a zombie.  School, boring and
wearying at best, became an exquisite torture for Valencia.  She finally
told a teacher that she was sick and needed to go home, and the teacher
sent her the office.  Off she trudged, down the hall.

   "Psst!" said somebody.  She turned.  It was Mr.  Ourie, his door open a
crack, peeking out at her.  He opened the door further, and motioned to
her.

   "Girl.  I have somebody that wants to see you," he said.  She stopped,
puzzled, but wary.  She did not trust the man.

   "Who is it?" she finally said.  He opened the door a little further.

   "The green girl.  I know where she is!" he said.

   Valencia felt a burning blush move down her body.  She was mad, for some
reason.  Oh, you know, do you, she thought.  And what do you have to do
with it?

   "Show me," she said, heading towards his door.  He opened it, and she
stepped into his room.  It was small, and full of junk, cleaners and mops
and buckets and just all kinds of crap.  He had backed across the room, and
was pulling something out of a closet.

   "Where is she?" Valencia said in a loud voice.  He motioned her to be
more quiet, and then hung a large hoop from a hook on the ceiling.

   "Just step through this, and you'll be with her," he said, leaning back
on a counter top.  Valencia regarded him suspiciously.

   "And that is?" she finally said, motioning to the hoop.

   "Girl," he said, "trust me." Just what I don't intend on doing, she
thought to herself.

   "Just step through it," he said.  "It's a fairy path, a portal.  We
mortals call them wormholes.  It will take you to where she is.  Look."

   He turned the hoop slightly.  Suddenly, there was Ex.  Or what really
looked like her.  She was up against a wall, her hands and feet bound in
chains and large metal loops.  Valencia felt her heart stop.

   She looked behind the hoop.  Just Mr.  Ourie and the janitor's room. 
She looked through the hoop.  There was Ex, again.  Ex had noticed her,
even.  She was shaking her head, and her mouth was moving.  Valencia had
made up her mind, for better or worse.  She dove through the hoop.

   She landed on a rough stone floor.  Something shoved her from behind,
and it was Mr.  Ourie.  He had followed her through.  He grabbed the hoop,
and folded it, and folded it again.  When it was small enough, he stuffed
it in his pocket.  But Valencia didn't care about that.  All she cared
about was Ex.  She went across the room, and hugged the girl to her.

   "Oh, Valencia, you shouldn't have!" said Ex, her breath hot in
Valencia's ear.

   "Darling, I'm gonna get you out of here," she told Ex.  She turned to
face Mr.  Ourie.

   Mr.  Ourie was gone.  She looked down, recoiling in horror.  Mr.  Ourie
lay on the floor.  Well, kind of.  His skin lay on the floor, but now it
was cast off, like a shirt or some other piece of laundry, thrown away.  In
his place, still wearing his clothes, was some kind of creature.  Something
Valencia had never seen before.  He had a huge ugly bald head.  His body
seemed to ripple with muscles, beneath his clothes.  And magic.  Magic
seemed to ooze from his very pores, distorting her vision when she looked
at him.  He was an ugly brute.  She realized that she was scared.  Very
scared.  How was she going to get Ex out of here, again?

   "So glad you could make it," the creature growled, smiling at her.  "I
am pleased to finally meet you.  You, child, are our savior.  You will win
the war, for us.  Welcome, welcome."

   "Let Ex go!" Valencia shouted at him.  "Let her go!"

   "All in good time, my child," the man replied.  "We must keep her a
while longer...  for insurance..."

   "If you want anything from me, you'll have to let her go." Valencia
explained patiently, like she was talking to a half-wit.  He replied
equally, his tone doubly insulting.

   "If you don't do what we ask, we'll kill her, darling," he replied.

   So.  That was it.  That was the situation, she thought.  "What do you
want of me?" she asked.

   "Just one teeny tiny little task.  You must go to a special place, and
push a special button for me.  And maybe kill a chicken."

   Kill a chicken?  What the hell was that about?  The button she could do.
The chicken?  Dunno.

   "Okay, show me."

   "Valencia!  Don't!" Ex suddenly came back to life.  "Don't do it!  We'll
lose the war, if you do!"

   "Don't pay any attention to her," the man-creature said.  "She's a
little mixed up.  You know how fairies are."

   "What is this button then?" said Valencia.

   "It's just a button that starts a train up.  That's all." he said,
soothingly.  "We need someone who can see into both worlds to do it. 
Someone with the right kind of...  finger."

   "You do it, then," she said.  "You see both worlds.  Hell, any magical
creature can see both worlds.  Only mortals see just one."

   "It's not that...  simple..." the man said.  "The button only fits... 
certain hands..."

   "Well, show me, and I'll think about it." she finally said, her mind
racing for a way to get Exeleculpa out of her chains.

   "Well, then, my pretty," the man said.  "Follow me."

   "She comes, too," said Valencia, motioning towards Ex.

   "She stays," the man said.

   "She comes!" said Valencia, loudly, stomping her foot.  She had no idea
why she did it, she just did it.

   "She stays!" The man roared, deafeningly loudly.  He stomped his foot,
and the whole earth rang like a bell.  Stones fell from the ceiling of the
dungeon, smashing all around Valencia.  She slowly recovered, staring at
the man with hatred.  She knew, now, that she was in big trouble.  He
turned, and motioned imperiously.  She took two steps, kissed Ex on the
lips, and told her not to worry.  Ex was crying, something Valencia had
never seen before.  She summoned up her courage, and followed the man out
of the room.  They went up and up and up a spiral staircase, until she was
dizzy.  They walked along a plush, beautiful hallway, to an entry room, and
then out a giant door.  Before her was a world unlike any she'd ever seen
before.  It almost matched, at times, the world she knew, the world she'd
left behind, but it was different.  Everything was ninety degrees off.

   What had been the school was now a gigantic, magnificent castle.  Huge
spires reached hundreds of feet in the air.  Flags stirred in the lazy
wind. Above, the sky hung, cloudy and dark.  Everything was bathed in a
twilight glow.

   Is this the magic world?  she wondered.  Is this what Ex sees every day?
Am I finally, totally in the world of magic?  She scurried to catch up with
the man, who was striding imperiously down the cobblestoned street.  She
was afraid now of being left behind, almost as much as she was afraid of
him.

   He turned in front of a coach house, and confronted a group of goblins,
who were trying to control a team of stallions hooked up to a carriage. 
The man batted a few goblins out of the way, and opened the door of the
carriage.

   "After you, dear." he said.  She nervously climbed aboard, and sat on a
plush velvet seat.  He entered, and sat across from her.  The carriage
began to move.  It was not a smooth ride.

   What seemed like hours passed.  She sat, still nervous, waiting.  For
what, she did not know.  The man made idle conversation, mostly silly
stuff. He complimented her a lot, which made her nervous.  She knew he was
trying to butter her up.

   "I," the man said, drawing himself up, "have never introduced myself.  I
am Rexidorius Rex!  Have you ever heard of me?"

   "No.  Sorry." She said.  He seemed to deflate slightly.  "Soon," he
said, "soon everyone will hear of me.  Minor demon, my ass.  I will rule
this world, in a few days.  And you will be my queen!"

   He looked at her with a look of raw naked lust on his face.  She really
got scared then.

   "Come here!" he said.  "Come sit on my lap."

   "Uhm," she most definitely didn't want to do that.  "It's too bumpy. 
Maybe later."

   "Now!" he barked.  "Don't make me come get you."

   She sighed, and rose, and made her way across the carriage.  The
carriage chose that moment for a bump and a lurch, and she fell right into
his lap.  Crap.

   He just laughed, and fastened his big strong arms around her waist.  Oh,
she thought, not knowing why, don't let him feel the strap my diamond is
on. She feared that more than anything, for some reason.

   He didn't seem to.  He pawed around on her, finally lifting her shirt
and peering curiously at her bra.  He made a questioning sound, and looked
at her.

   "It's a bra, dummy." she said.  "You should pay more attention to
mortals."

   "Take it off," he ordered.

   "No."

   He screamed in rage.  He was most certainly not used to no, she thought.
Good grief.  Just to shut him up and calm him down she took off her shirt
and unsnapped her bra, and took it off also.  He smiled, staring at her
breasts, which bobbed up and down with the motion of the carriage.

   "Oh.  Pretty," he said.  He reached a hand towards them, and she pulled
away.

   "Rex!" she said.  "You do not have touching privileges!  You must earn
that!"

   He made the questioning noise again.  Then he got mad, again.  When it
was over, she sat quietly, her mind racing, as he squeezed and rubbed her
breasts.  She didn't like him at all, but it did feel good.  He rubbed her
nipples, her fat puffy nipples, and that felt really good.  She wasn't sure
where this would end.

   She really began to wonder about that, as Rex wrestled around beneath
her, doing something with his pants.  She looked down and shrieked in
terror as something big and fleshy poked out beneath her legs.  He had
pulled his cock out, good grief.  It was scary, and interesting at the same
time.  He did have a big one.  She couldn't begin to imagine it inside her
body.

   He indicated it, grinning.  "Yes, dear, you have a nice one." she said,
not sure what he wanted.  He finally took her hand and placed it on his
cock.  Goodness, she thought, wanting to jump up and run, but kind of
entranced, at the same time.  It's hard, and soft, she thought.  It was
nice and warm.  It was so big she couldn't put her fingers all the way
around it.  I am not sure I want to be queen at all, she thought, if I have
to take this monster in.  Good grief.

   He rolled back the foreskin, and showed her how to jack it, and she
pumped, obediently, as he lay beneath her and sighed.  She ran her hand
down the shaft, to his body and his scrubby pubic hair, and then out to the
end, to the cap.  She liked the way the cap felt, at least.  Like she
thought at first, hard, and soft.  Sexy.

   She felt his body jerk, and jerk again.  Oh shit, she said, wondering
what was fixing to happen.  He growled when she stopped pumping, so she
started up again.  He sighed, and suddenly his whole body gave a jerk, and
white stuff sprayed out the end of his cock.  All over the seat and floor
in front of them, and some of it even ran down his cock onto her hand. 
Ugh, she thought, but she kept on pumping, figuring he'd really lose it if
she stopped now.

   When it was all over, he just lay there, almost asleep for the longest
time.  She finally realized she was still holding his softening cock, and
she dropped it.  His cum, where it had dripped on her hands, was burning
like fire, now, and she wiped her hands on his pants.  She tried to get up,
but he was holding her tight.  Finally, he kind of came to, and smiled at
her.  She smiled weakly back.  He indicated for her to take her pants off.
She shook her head.  She endured ten minutes or so of his mad fit before
she finally just shook her head, and slid her pants down her legs.  She
steeled herself for whatever was going to happen next.  She hoped that
because he had just came he wouldn't be able to fuck her for a while.  She
knew that thing would hurt, if it went inside her.

   "I know you want it, little girl," he said gruffly.  "But we can't do
it. You have to stay a virgin, to push the button.  But, you can still show
it to me."

   He reached down, grabbed the crotch of her panties, and gave a mighty
yank.  Her panties ripped and came off in his hand, giving her a rope burn
in the crack of her ass.  She shrieked and tried to cover herself, but
before she could do it he had a hand on each of her knees, and spread her
legs apart.  He craned his neck over her shoulder to gaze at her pussy.

   She felt naked and exposed.  And naughty.  She finally stopped fighting
him, wondering what he'd do next.  He gave a little laugh, and reached down
with one of his hands, and stroked her pussy.  Well, that, at least felt
good.  She was content, for a while, to just lay there, and let him finger
her.  He finally began working on her clit, and she felt the familiar
twinges run up and down her legs.  Good grief, she thought, am I really
gonna cum?  Am I really gonna let this monster make me cum?  It looked like
she was.

   The moment she began to cum, the most surprising thing happened.  The
tiny diamond, now nestled right above her pussy, shot a beam of pure white
light out, like a laser beam.  Right into Rex's eyes.  He screamed a scream
of agony, and clapped his hands to his eyes.  He shoved her into the floor,
and scooted all the way across the bench seat, until he was at the side of
the carriage.

   "Throw it away!" Among his moans and screams, that was all she could
understand.  "Throw it away!"

   "I'm sorry, I can't," she said.  Her orgasm had been pretty well spoiled
by being thrown into the floor in the middle of it, and she was a little
put out.  And for some reason, she wasn't afraid of him any more.  She
stood up, grabbed her pants, and put them on.  She was careful to leave the
diamond hanging out, this time.  She put her shirt back on, deciding not to
bother with her bra since she no longer wore panties.

   Rex seemed to have recovered a little bit.  He finally uncovered his
eyes, and looked around the carriage a bit.  She could tell he was still
seeing spots.

   "What was that thing?" he finally asked.

   "Oh, just some jewelry somebody gave me," she answered flippantly.

   "You must throw it out the window, now," he demanded.

   She lied outrageously.  She felt like the diamond was her one last hope,
although she had no idea why.

   "Rex," she said.  "The diamond is keyed to me, to my body.  If I take it
off, it will explode, and kill us both.  I can't, see?"

   He looked suspicious, and petulant.  He came closer to her to examine
it, but when he drew close the diamond began to glow and pulsate.  He
hastily moved back.

   "If I throw you out, it won't explode, because it will still be with
you, right?" he finally said.  She could see the wheels turning in his
head.

   "Yes, but you won't have me then, right?"

   "Yes, right.  But once you've done your task, I might have to get rid of
you."

   "I thought I was going to be your queen?" She was kind of teasing with
that one, she was realizing more and more that he was very simple-minded in
certain ways.

   "Well, queens are cheap.  Maybe, maybe not." he grumbled.  He put his
cock back in his codpiece, and tied it back up.

   Another few hours passed.  At one point they stopped, and a bucket of
KFC was passed into the carriage.  He gave her some fried chicken, and a
Pepsi.  Good, she thought.  She had been getting hungry.  The chicken was
delicious.  She couldn't kill a chicken, she thought, but she sure as hell
could eat one.  Rex gobbled down a whole chicken, a piece at a time, drank
two pepsis, and burped loudly.  What a lout, she thought.

   She slid along the seat to the window, and pulled the curtain slightly,
peeking out.  The countryside looked bleak and wild, but there was a lot of
traffic on the road.  Mostly foot traffic, they passed few carriages.  She
saw no mortals, or mortal buildings.  It was all magical creatures, in a
magical world.  Strange, she thought.

   She slept for a while, and woke up as the carriage rocked to a halt. 
Rex leaped up, and grabbed her hand.  They departed the carriage, and she
looked around.  Nothing, there was nothing.  Just a rough road that they
had come down.

   "Foot from here on." Rex grunted, leading her into the bushes.

   The next thirty minutes were the worst of her life.  All she had on was
cheap tennis shoes, not hiking boots.  And it was cold.  The sky was still
overcast, and cloudy.  No sun warmed her.  On they tramped.  She shivered.



   --==+==-

   An hour later, they came out into a clearing.  Buildings were all
around. Well, kind of buildings, primitive little huts and lean-tos, made
of sticks and rough stone.  Behind it all, a massive shape loomed, going
off to the right, off to the horizon, it seemed.  What the hell is that
thing?  Valencia idly wondered.  Rex led her through the little city, and
stopped at a hut.  Two goblins sat on the ground, pounding on steel swords
with hammers.  They stopped, and looked up inquisitively.

   "Can you get this stone off this girl?" Rex ask them, pointing to her
waist.  Oh, shit, she thought.  Not my diamond.

   The goblins approached, and examined her waistlace.  One of them went
back to the shack, and returned with a large pair of clippers.

   "I told you, Rex." Valencia talked quickly.  "If it doesn't stay
touching my body, it explodes.  It'll flatten this whole shantytown, if you
do it.  Everybody'll be dead, and you'll be unpopular to the max."

   Rex roared in rage.  The goblins backed up a few steps.

   "Is what she says true?" Rex asked the goblins.  They examined the stone
again, using loupes and magnifying glasses.

   "It is...  highly unusual..." one of them finally said.  "There is
something moving...  within it...  why don't you take the clippers, go out
there in the plains a few miles, and try it?  I admit, I'm curious."

   Rex roared again in anger.  The goblins flinched.

   "I should send you out to do it!  Morons!" he said, cuffing the goblin.
They walked on.



   --==+==-

   It was a train, Valencia thought.  It really was a train.  And this is
where that button is?  They drew closer to the train.

   It was a train...  made of bones, she realized.  It was huge, and it was
made of...  bones.  Well, there was sheet metal on much of the outside, but
the structural stuff, the body of the thing, and most of the engine... 
appeared to be bones.  It looked like an old fashioned steam train,
except...  everywhere, on top of the cars, sticking out the sides...  there
were gun barrels.  It definitely looked like a war train.  The tracks
stretched before it, to infinity.

   "Come on." Rex grunted, and they climbed into the engine.  It was
crowded, cramped and dirty.  Stuff was everywhere, machine stuff.  Levers
and dials and even oily gears and shafts, exposed.  It looked dangerous to
Valencia.

   "Okay," said Rexidorius Rex.  He indicated a large glass bubble. 
Something moved beneath it.  Valencia looked closer.  It was a chicken! 
The chicken just stared at her, and then clucked hopefully.

   "We got this chicken from a carnival, it was trained to peck buttons and
ring a bell.  But it wouldn't work on this button, for some reason." He
indicated a button almost hidden beneath the chicken.  Chicken poop covered
the floor, inside the bubble.  Ugh.

   "So why is the chicken still in there?" she asked.  Rex squirmed
uncomfortably.

   "After the first attempt failed, the chicken was imbued with certain...
magical powers.  It is now actually a chickcharney, it just hasn't assumed
it's...  true form yet.  A goblin tried to remove it from that jar last
night, and lost his arm."

   He indicated the floor, and sure enough, blood was splashed beneath the
bubble.  Oh shit, thought Valencia.  All this, and a blood-thirsty chicken,
too?

   "Rex," Valencia said.  "What's the deal with the button?  Why can't just
anybody push the button and start the train?"

   "Well..." Rex looked uncomfortable again.  "There was a disagreement
regarding certain...  payments to one of the civilian contractors.  He
locked the button, until he gets paid in full.  But we think there's a way
around it."

   "Good grief," she sighed.  "Just pay him.  You are all set to take over
the world, and you're quibbling over a few bucks?"

   "It's more than a few bucks," Rex said defensively.  "This train cost a
lot of money to build.  It incorporates several new technologies that have
only recently become available in the magical sphere.  For instance..."

   "Okay, okay, I get it," Valencia waved him to silence.  "Well, I can't
push the button unless you get the chicken out." Although, in truth, she
had no desire to push the button, remembering what Ex had said about it. 
She wondered how she was ever going to get out of this mess.

   "That's part of your job, to remove the chicken.  If your magic is as
powerful as they say, it should be no problem.  It's just a chicken, after
all."

   Yeah, she thought.  A magical, flesh-rending chicken.  She sighed.  What
a way to die.  Or lose an arm.  Oddly, she felt little fear of the chicken.

   "Well, you guys should probably wait outside, just in case the chicken
gets loose," she said, turning to face Rex and the half-dozen or so goblins
that had also entered the control room.  Rex held a hurried consultation
with the goblins, and they finally began streaming out the door.

   "I want you to see something first," Rex said to her, motioning her over
towards a window.  He pointed out, and she looked, almost shouting in
surprise.  It was Ex!  He had brought Ex, after all!  She was still in
chains, and they were staking her out, pounding stakes into the sandy
ground to hold her.

   "You double-cross me, and she dies.  Slowly and painfully.  We have a
scorpodont." He indicated again, and Valencia saw something moving in a
nearby cage.  A cage very close to Ex.  In it was a huge scorpion, with a
tail three feet long.  A goblin poked it with a stick, and from fifty feet
away Valencia heard it hiss in anger.  Oh shit, she thought.  Oh shit.

   "Okay.  Just let me do my thing," she said, making a shooing motion
towards the door.  Rex shook his finger at her one last time, and departed,
closing the door.  She reached up and locked the door, but the lock looked
pretty flimsy.  She turned, and regarded the chicken.  Now what.

   A tiny voice from below her said something, sounding like a radio.  She
ignored it, figuring it was some communications from another part of the
train.  It spoke again, insistent, but she couldn't make out what it was
saying.

   She stood in front of the chicken, and stared at it.  It didn't look
that threatening.  It was a chicken, for crying out loud.  Chickens could
flog you, but that was about it.  An arm?  This chicken had taken a man's
arm off?  What did it do, peck it off?  How long did that take?

   The chicken's beak moved, and to her amazement, it spoke.  A magical,
flesh-rending talking chicken?  It just gets better and better, she
thought. The chicken spoke, but she couldn't hear it well enough to
understand it, in the globe.  Well, if it can talk, surely it can
understand, also, she thought.  She put her face down, and stared at the
chicken through the glass.

   "I am going to free you." She said loudly, and plainly.  "Please do not
hurt me."

   She carefully lifted the glass globe from over the chicken.  The chicken
sat placidly.  Good.  She set the globe on the floor.  The chicken still
did not move.  She stared at it, and spoke.

   "Chicken," she said.  "Do you know what will happen if I push that
button?"

   The chicken replied, plainly but with a funny chickenish accent.  "Do
not push the button yet," said the chicken.  "Instead, smash the diamond."

   What?  Smash what diamond?  Valencia looked all around the huge control
panel that ran the train.  She saw no diamonds.  Not even any diamond
patterns.  She turned back to the chicken.

   "What diamond?"

   "Your diamond.  Smash it," the chicken replied.

   Oh.  That diamond.  She untied the strap around her waist, and regarded
the tiny diamond.  She liked it, it made her feel good, and she didn't
really want to smash it.  Plush, diamonds were hard.  She didn't know if
she could hit it hard enough to smash it.

   Someone pounded on the door.  Rex's voice mumbled from the other side.

   "Almost done!" she sang out, hoping to stall him.  She looked around. 
Finally, beneath a bench seat at the back of the control room, she located
a toolbox.  She pulled out a giant hammer, so big she had to hold the
diamond in her mouth and use both hands to lift the hammer.  Luckily, steel
things were all around the room.  She finally located a large flat-looking
area, and set the diamond on it.  She raised the hammer over her head with
both hands, and stared at her beautiful diamond one last time.  Really, she
thought, why am I smashing this again?  Just because a chicken told me to?

   She looked at the chicken.  It looked back.  It finally spoke again. 
"Valencia.  Smash the diamond," it said, like a stuck record.  She let the
hammer drop.

   The explosion was intense, and immense.  The hammer flew right out of
her hands, and through the thin sheet metal of the roof.  She ducked, but
it was already gone.  Her ears were ringing.  Smoke was everywhere in the
room, thick white smoke.  She coughed, just out of habit, but it wasn't bad
smoke.  There was almost a shocked silence from the door, and then the
pounding began again, in earnest.  Pounding, and a lot of questioning
voices.

   The smoke cleared, sucked away by some unknown force.  Directly before
her, in all her regal glory, stood the fairy queen.  Valencia breathed a
sigh of relief.  The queen smiled at her.

   "Valencia, my child," the queen spoke.  "Thank you for freeing me.  Now,
push that goddam button, and let's get the hell out of here."



   --==+==-

   The chicken was standing, now.  Hesitantly, Valencia reached towards the
button, glad there was no chicken poop on it, at least.  The chicken
thought she was reaching for it, and came right at her.  She squealed,
hoping not to lose an arm, but the chicken just nestled in the crook of her
left arm, happy to be held.  Valencia reached out with her right index
finger, and pushed the button.

   Immediately, the train spluttered and coughed to life.  Not like an
engine, but like a fire burning, and water boiling.  She could feel it,
through the floor.  The queen laughed, and grabbed a rope on the ceiling
and pulled it.  The loudest horn Valencia had ever heard in her life
sounded, and she clapped her hands over her ears.  The queen laughed again.

   "Go get Exeleculpa.  And bring a goblin back with you.  I'll blow the
horn again, if anybody bothers you." The queen indicated the door. 
Valencia went to it, unlocked the lock, and hesitantly peeked out.  The
goblins and Rex lay on the ground, looking lifeless, but holding their ears
and grimacing.  She went down the steps, and approached Ex, who was sitting
up and grinning at her.

   "Quite a ride you got there, girl," Ex said, nodding at the train. 
Valencia looked back, to see the queen peering out a window at them.

   "Ex.  How do I free you?" she asked.  Ex indicated a goblin, laying on
the ground.

   "He's got the key," she said.  Valencia went through his pockets, and
found a large brass key.  In another few moments Ex was free.  Ex kicked
the door to the scorpion cage as they passed it, and the door fell down. 
The scorpion hissed and stalked out, pissed off and looking for things to
sting.  They giggled and hi-tailed it back to the train.  At the last
minute Valencia remembered the goblin, and Ex helped her manhandle one onto
the train.

   Valencia carefully locked the door, and they joined the queen in the
control room.  "Okay, ladies," she said.  "We are going on a little
journey, by rail.  Do you have your tickets?"

   Valencia was lost for a second, then she realized the queen was joking.
She wasn't used to that, not from a queen.  She laughed, though.

   She looked out the window.  The goblins were screaming and running in
circles, being chased by the scorpion.  Someone began beating on the door
again, and Valencia figured it was Rexidorius Rex.  The queen nodded her
head, and looked at the cord on the ceiling.

   "Exeleculpa," the queen said.  "The horn, please?"

   Ex grabbed the cord with glee, and gave it a long toot as Valencia
clapped her hands over her ears.  The queen slowly released a lever, and
began to pull another lever back.  The massive pistons at the front of the
train gave a huge whoosh of steam, and the train began to move.  The queen
pulled another cord a few times, and a bell rang.

   The queen went back to the goblin, and raised him to his feet.  He
looked a little nervous.  He knew he was in deep shit.

   "Well, my little friend," the queen said.  He gulped and nodded.  "What
is your name?"

   "Halverstaad, your majesty," said the goblin, bowing low to the queen.

   "Halverstaad, do you want your arms and legs pulled off?" He shook his
head violently.  She said, "Grab a shovel, and find the coalpile, then. 
You are now officially our fireman."

   "Ladies," the queen said, turning.  "You ever been to Californ-ie-ae?"



   --==+==-

   The train sped through the night.  The queen seemed pretty familiar with
how to drive a train.  Valencia hoped that they didn't meet another train,
coming down the tracks, but the queen poo-pooed that fear.  There weren't
many trains in the magic lands.  Finally, Valencia sat on the bench seat at
the back of the room.  Ex came to her, and draped her body over Valencia's,
and they locked their lips together.

   "Ahem." said the queen.  They looked up at her.  "Exeleculpa.  You were
supposed to guard this girl's virginity, not take it."

   Ex giggled.  "Don't worry, your majesty.  She's still a virgin.  All
I've done is kiss her.  And maybe lick a little bit."

   The queen shook her head.  "You crazy kids.  What are they teaching you,
nowdays?" She went back to driving the train.  Halverstaad was shoveling
away like mad, hoping to impress the queen.

   Ex and Valencia kissed again.  Valencia filled her hands up with Ex's
bare rump.  Her cute, tasty rump.  The whole train vibrated and shook,
making them both feel good.  Valencia was ready for this to be over, so
they could get back to doing what they did best.  Making out.  Their lips
touched, again.



   --==+==-

   They stopped a half-dozen times during the night to refill the water
tank and occasionally get more coal.  Trains take a lot of water, Valencia
thought to herself.  After the first stop, the goblins manning the
refueling stations were ready for them, thanks to the telegraph system, and
sped them on their way.  Valencia wondered, also, if word of their location
was going out to Rexidorius Rex and the bad guys.  The goblins always
seemed friendly and helpfull, but she figured they'd act that way to
anybody who had the power to pull their arms and legs off, like the queen
did.



   --==+==-

   The next day they were blasting through what would have been Arizona, if
this had been the mortal world.  The queen had punched out the hole in the
roof where the hammer had gone, and stuck the glass globe up there, so they
could look out.  Once Ex had looked out of it, and shouted a warning.  Some
kind of flying machine was following them, and Rexidorius Rex was hanging
from a ladder, whipping back and forth in the wind as he tried to drop onto
the train.  The queen sent them back to the first car after the coal car,
and they climbed into a cupola and spent a minute trying to figure out how
to fire the guns.  Finally Valencia found the safety, and they both
shrieked and laughed as the guns fired loudly.  Valencia spun the
handwheels and aimed, Ex grabbed the triggers, and they blasted Rex's
flying machine into smithereens.  The last they saw of him, he was
cartwheeling down the side of the tracks, head over heels.

   The rest of the trip was pretty mundane.  Valencia sat on the bench seat
mostly, and held the chicken.

   "I know a spot just south of LA where the tracks go into the ocean,"
said the queen.  "It's where they used to unload coal from ships.  We'll
put this nasty bitch into the water there."

   Valencia and Ex both giggled.  The queen just smiled.



   --==+==-

   And that's what they did.  When they hit the beach, the queen slowed the
train to a running pace, and Valencia, Ex and Halverstaad jumped off.  The
queen slammed the throttle down, grabbed the chicken, and followed them. 
The train went down the hill, through a baricade, and sank into the sea. 
Bubbles and steam came up for a long time.  They turned, and began to walk.

   An hour later they were on an infinite highway.  The road stretched
before them, and looked endless.  It was hot and dusty.  Valencia sighed,
wondering how many days it was going to take to walk home.  A horn honked
behind them, and a goblin driving a beat-up old Studebaker pulled up.

   "Ladies, need a-- hey, your majesty!" he said, and stopped the car so he
could get out and open the door for the queen.  Valencia, Ex, Halverstaad
and the chicken put themselves in the back seat, and they pulled away.

   "Where to, your highness?" the goblin asked, and the queen gave him
Valencia's address.  The ride was fun from there on, they sang, played road
games with signs, and Ex took her top off and made a diaper for the
chicken. The car had air conditioning, even.  Road trip!  It just didn't
get any better, Valencia thought.  She had grand fun.

   The queen talked a little, about the war mostly.  The war was over, for
now.  When the queen mentioned that the train had been pregnant, Valencia
and Ex had hysterics, causing the raising of a queenly eyebrow.  No,
really, the queen insisted, in just a few months there would have been
thousands of those damn trains, spreading out over the whole country, and
eventually the whole world.  Rexidorius Rex and the armies of darkness
would have ruled the worlds, both mortal and magic.  Well, every part of
the world within a dozen miles of a railroad track, which was a pretty big
part of the world.

   When night fell they bored through the darkness, and Valencia lay in the
back seat, her feet in Halverstaad's lap, and sucked on Ex's bare breasts,
loving the feel of the fairy's fat puffy nipples.  Their lips met, and she
went to sleep face to face with a fairy, locked in a kiss.

   They were home by morning, the goblin had really put the pedal down
during the night.  The queen was gone, she'd disappeared, after giving
Valencia and Ex a few lectures about being ladies and how ladies behaved
and such, causing them both to have a fit of the giggles after she'd left.
The goblins looked at them, puzzled, as they climbed over the seat, giving
the chicken and Halverstaad the run of the back seat.  By the time they
pulled up in front of Valencia's house their faces almost hurt from
laughing so much.  Valencia trudged up to her front door while Ex,
Halverstaad and the goblin driver went behind the house, headed for Ex's
tree, and a nice long threesome.

   Valencia looked around.  Everything was back to normal.  She was back in
the mortal world, even though she knew, now, how to enter the magic world.
It's just a jump to the left, she thought, and then laughed to herself. 
She let herself into the house, the chicken under her arm.  She smelled
breakfast.

   "Well, good morning, dear.  Did you have a nice run?" her mother said
from the doorway.

   "Yeah," she answered.  She looked down.  She now had on her running
shorts, shirt, and even her Nikes.  Funny how things worked out.  Magic,
almost.  And the queen had assured her that her parents would have
forgotten all about that pesky diamond by now.

   "Mom," said Valencia.  "I found a chicken.  Can I keep it?"




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