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Woods World
by Kelliswan


Chapter 11: All Good Things Come to an End

The next morning, after another joyful gathering in the sporting room, 
once again a whole troop of Crogans was snoring away, having discharged
all its juices into five willing pussies.  The ladies retreated to the 
dining area for their luncheon treat of beljer.

Amy grinned at Sandi.  "What's that expression your mom uses, 'Another 
day, another dollar?'"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Well, around here money is worth nothing.  Like, what do I need that 
I'm not getting for free?  Maybe we could change it to, 'Another day, 
another dick.'  Doesn't that have a nice ring?"

Sandi sniffed.  "Another ten dicks!"

Lola, ever the mother hen with the youngsters, smiled at Amy.  "Adopting
an old expression to the current situation is the sign of an active 
mind.  You can tell your mom if we ever go home that we didn't ignore 
your education."

Sandi laughed.  "At home nobody would settle for a dollar a day.  Here a
girl would be silly to settle for a dick a day."

Amy said thoughtfully, "Dad's generation gets more money that my 
grandfather's, even for the same job.  That's inflation, isn't it?"

"Yeah," responded Daisy, joining in the conversation, "and we're all 
getting bigger dicks from the Crogans than our grandmothers ever got.  
More inflation.  Was that your point?"

Amy giggled.  "But, Lola, think of the deflation if we go home!  You 
told us nine inch dicks are like, rare."

"Yeah, they are.  Deflation will be unwelcome, eh?  But you girls can 
manage with smaller dicks, as long as you find decent boys who know how
to use them.  They gotta pay attention to a girl's needs, not just their
own."

Daisy's eyes flashed.  "Maybe it's more a question of dick heads than 
dicks.  I plan to adopt a firm rule if we go back home: if you don't go
down on me, I sure as hell won't go down on you."

"You go, girl!" cried Debbie.  "That sounds like a fine rule.  If we 
could stick to that sort of rule, maybe the guys would stop being so 
selfish."

Amy's eyes flashed with interest.  "Women only ever persuaded men like 
that once -- and that was in a Greek play."

"A what?" said Daisy.

"_Lysistrata_, by Aristophanes.  She wanted to make the men stop a war 
by not having sex with them."

"Did it work?" asked Debbie curiously.

"In the play.  It was funny.  The women teased the men: 'Is that a spear
under your tunic?'  But it was hard on the women too."

"But for a good cause," said Debbie.

Lola grinned slyly around at the youngsters.  "Women do have other 
compensations."

"Oh, yeah," Daisy agreed, "but I gotta pee."

The three younger girls got up and went downstairs to use the toilets.

Lola finished eating and said to Debbie, "I enjoy their banter.  They 
sure sound happy, don't they?  Hardly what you would expect from 
sexually abused children."

"Hey, we talked about that last night.  I'm done worrying about 
statutory rape, at least for this place and these kids.  Let's just say
I shrugged off those worries with my uniform.  Now just think of me as 
Debbie, your newest fuck buddy."

Lola grinned.  "You like all the stiff cocks that the Pridans and 
Crogans supply, don't you?"

"You bet!"  Then Debbie leaned across the table towards Lola and said in
a mocking conspiratorial tone, "But to tell you the truth, I prefer 
pussies, especially on young girls."

Lola nodded.  "I sort of got that impression last night.  You like them
young and tender."

"Yeah.  Like Amy."

"She's a smart one too.  Imagine a 13-year-old knowing about 
Lysistrata!"

Debbie grunted.  "A 13-year-old who could teach a 30-year-old."

"You're not up on your Greek culture?"

"Culture?  What's that?  But I do know what pussies like."

At that moment Sandi returned.  She flopped down next to Debbie, her 
thigh pressing hard into the woman's, and said with a big smile, "What 
did I hear about knowing pussies?"

Debbie's response was to lean down and suck one of the girl's perky 
nipples.  

In mock horror Sandi squealed, "Lola, help me!  A pedophile is molesting
me!"

"An out-of-uniform pedophile.  Just what sort of help do you need, my 
dear?"

"Well, she's sucking one of my boobs real nice, but the other one is 
lonesome.  Could we find a second pedophile, please?"

"Oh, I imagine that can be arranged.  Have you folks finished your 
beljer?  If so, let's move to the sporting room, where it's more 
comfortable."

"Yeah, I'm done eating.  Let's go!"

"I hope you're not really done eating," said Lola archly.  "We have some
desert for you."

The girl sniggered.  "A couple of cream-filled tarts?"

As they stood up, Lola joined them, arm around Sandi's waist, and leaned
down to tongue a nipple.  

Debbie chuckled.  "We better get going before what's left of the cream 
drains down our thighs."

At the door they met Amy and Daisy.

"Where are you going?" Amy asked her best friend.

"To the sporting room," said Sandi with a giggle.  "I'm gonna get 
molested by a couple of pedophiles."

Daisy's eyes lit.  "Can I borrow the pedophiles when you're finished?"

"Me too, me too!" shouted Amy, laughing.

But as the first three left, Amy hung back.

"What's the matter?" asked Daisy.  "Not interested in getting molested?"

"Not really."  Amy sighed.  "I've got nothing against pussy licking.  As
I'm sure you've guessed, Sandi and I taught each other how.  But with 
all those stiff Pridan cocks in the woods, I'm not sure I want to play 
with just girls."

"I know just what you mean!" said Daisy with feeling.  "Amy, I love 
those Pridan stiffies too, but it's a long walk to their part of the 
woods.  Now's a good time for something else, something I noticed 
yesterday."

"Like what?"

"One of those times when we got Sandi to stop comparing dicks, you found
a humongous list of old movies on the seeing room screens.  A friend of
mine that moved away had some of them on DVD, one in particular I loved
when I was little: _Father Goose_."

"_Father_ Goose?"

"Yeah, a World War II flick about a grumpy guy who helped a woman and a
bunch of young girls on a Pacific island.  It was so funny!  And 
watching it gave me a lump in the throat.  You think you could find it 
again?"

"Probably.  I'm sure I could find the list."

"Then come on upstairs!"

Daisy darted into the hall but brought up short.  "That is, if you don't
mind."

"Let's go.  If we get tired of the movie I can find something else."

So it happened that in the seeing room Cary Grant's English and Leslie 
Caron's French accents resounded again after 5 million years.

"You're right," Amy summarized when the ending credits had rolled, "it 
is funny.  But I think the British officer gave up the booze locations 
too easy."

"Nit-picker!  How did you like it when he slapped her face back."

"He did it for the same reason she slapped his face: they were in love."

"I think realizing that started me growing up."

"Good for you."

"Speaking of growing up, see what else you can find."

"Not a snake, for sure."

They both laughed.  Amy had adapted one of the movie's more emphatic 
lines.

Daisy adapted another.  "Well, sometimes it looks like a snake."

"It does, which maybe had something to do with Eve getting tempted."

"What Eve?  No Eve in that mov--  Oh."  Daisy guffawed.

In a day's practice with the screens Amy had become adept.  A few finger
motions on the tabletop sufficed to bring up the end of an erotic scene.
Two women were clenched in a 69.  A man fucked the lower pussy under 
lingual attention to its clit.  As they watched, he began his climax, 
withdrawing a spurting cock to thrust it into the mouth suddenly opened
above.

Daisy said, "I know why you like this one.  You and Sandi do that with 
the Pridans."

Amy only gigled, her dark hair dancing.

"Except," Daisy added, "you want a Pridan at each end.  Sometimes two."

"They're all over you!" protested the brunette.  "How can you see what 
_we_ do?"

The blonde smiled slyly.  "I watch you.  I might learn something."

"Hey, look at that!" cried Amy.

On the screen the two women, inadequately satisfied, had separated but 
rejoined with their vulvas in contact, arranged by one on her back with
legs spread, the other on her side with one leg under and one over the 
prone torso.  They were rolling their hips in counterpoint.

"I've heard of that," said Daisy.  "It's called 'scissoring.'"

"Like putting two scissors together," said Amy in agreement.  "Darn it,
you can't tell about porn!"

"Tell what?"

"Whether the women are having fun or just doing what the director said."

"They're rubbing their clits together.  What's not fun?"

They looked at each other.

"Wanta try it?" said Daisy.

Amy grinned.  "Wondered if you'd ask!"

"I'm not a boy.  Wouldn't just throw you down."  Daisy looked around at
the hard table tops and the harder tile floor.  "For sure not here!"

Amy said thoughtfully, "We could try it in a corner of the sporting 
room."

Daisy giggled.  "I can just hear Lola now -- 'What are you freaks up 
to?'"

Amy shook her head.  "Not Lola.  She'll go, 'Where'd you girls learn 
that?'"

"You're right.  It's Debbie that would be surprised."

"Shall we go surprise her?"

Daisy surged to her feet.  "Come on."

Holding hands, the two girls departed for the sporting room.  On the way
Amy began singing.

"Orgy in the morning, orgy in the evening, orgy at supper time;

"Join me in my orgies, and love me all the time."

Daisy was impressed.  "What the hell was that?"

"A minor variation on a song I learned from my grandmother."

"Well, don't ever sing it that way at home!  But you're right, those 
lyrics fit us here!  Maybe we'll sing it for other girls and it'll be 
our theme song!"

Amy just smiled and resumed singing.  Daisy soon joined in. 


* * *


Sandi crawled from under the dark night tree into the bright light of 
early morning and stood up, stretching, nearly bumping into Lola.  
"Excuse me and good morning!"

"Good morning," the woman responded with a smile.  "No problem.  You 
know me: I love contact."

"Don't we all!" said Sandi.

Among the emerging Pridans she noticed a larger supple body.  "Hi, 
Sonny!"

"Hmph!" retorted the older girl, intent on a different pursuit.  She 
bent, scooped up the nearest dwarf until his dangling cock was in her 
face, and gaily declared, "Blin, I told you I'd catch you with a soft 
dick," before gobbling up the entire sausage.

"Sonny, I am hungry!" he protested.

She started blindly toward a fruchup tree, guided by other Pridans seen
from the corners of her eyes.

Korn watched the combination pass and called, "What are you doing, 
Blin?"

"Getting a great ride!" declared the mounted Pridan, eyes alight.

"Watch out you miss the trees!"

Sandi commented disapprovingly, "I believe she'd rather fuck than eat."

Lola snickered.  "Hadn't you?"

Korn, near to Lola as usual, saved the girl from answering.  He said 
stoutly, "Eat, then fuck."

The three meandered after the horde of Pridans.  Lola mused, "But I 
believe you're mostly right, Sandi.  You should ask Sonny why she won't
go to the palace."

"That's right.  She never does, does she?  Why not?"

"Two reasons.  She _says_ she prefers dicks that stay hard.  But she's 
already overdue to give Harley her embryo.  I don't think Daisy has 
convinced her it won't hurt."

"Her --  You mean she's pregnant?"

"Haven't you seen her throwing up in the morning?"

"No.  Is she sick?"

Lola grunted.  "Her belly is just starting to swell.  You didn't see it
before."

"She's like Daisy?"

"Due to have another Victor."

"Oh."  Sandi giggled.  "I fucked Victor."

"How many times?"

"Just once."

Lola nodded.  "The same as the rest of us.  I think Harley is trying to
prove something."

"What?"

Lola shrugged.  "You'll have to ask Harley."

After a few thoughtful steps Sandi said, "I can understand Amy's reason
for staying in the palace.  The seeing room fascinates her.  It's Debbie
that puzzles me.  She went with the Crogans.  Do you believe she 
actually likes to squeeze olives?"

Lola sniffed.  "She likes to squeeze big dicks."

"As if it would do any more good!"

"Didn't you notice?  The Crogans truly like her.  It even makes sense 
they would love the biggest girl.  She -- what's the phrase? -- basks in
their approval."

"Oh."

Lola continued, "Well, here's the tree.  Will you have fruchup, brown 
fruchup, moist fruchup or congealed fruchup?"

Sandi blinked.  "That's all the same thing!"

"You noticed!  Korn, will you fetch our breakfast?"

"You are funny, Lola," said the Pridan with a smile.  But he bowed and 
scurried away to the tree.

"Why can't it taste like beljer?" asked Sandi aggrievedly.

"Would you believe the Pridans go, 'Yuck!' when they taste beljer?"

"They do?  But it's delicious!"

"Ha!  Would you believe we think it tastes even better than the Crogans
do?"

"No!"  Sandi's eyes were huge.

"Well, who knows, really?  But they don't act like it's so great.  Here
we go.  Thank you, Korn.  Scoff up those calories, honey.  You'll 
probably need them."

While they ate, Lola noticed an oddness.  Far fewer Pridans were milling
about than usual.  She realized that the dwarves had been departing in 
the direction of the brook, about 50 yards deeper into the woods, and 
not returning.  Looking around, she counted only seven remaining, one of
whom promptly passed behind a tree.

"Korn," she inquired, "have your friends lost interest in women?"

Obviously he understood why she asked.  "We are being called.  Do you 
not hear -- I mean, feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"It is for you, Sandi and Sonny too, only you must go to the Palace of 
Light, not with us."

Lola and Sandi exchanged glances.  "Korn," Lola demanded, "what are you
saying?"

He threw down his half-full fruchup bowl.  "That you and Sandi must 
hurry to the Palace of Light.  Right now.  You know the way."

"Come with us."

"I cannot."  He spun on his heel and vanished into the trees, the last 
of the dwarves to depart.

"What's going on?" asked Sandi.

Lola shook her head.  "This never happened before.  Let's get some 
water.  That's a long walk."

No Pridan was evident near the brook.  They found only Sonny, who knew 
no more than they.  All drank quickly.  "Maybe we better hurry," 
suggested Sandi with a worried look.

"I think you're right," Lola agreed, throwing down her bowl and choosing
a direction into the trees.

A light breeze was blowing.  It was a lovely morning for a stroll.  
Stard did not make an appearance that slowed them down, so they made 
good time.  When they entered the palace clearing, everything seemed the
same -- until they spotted Daisy standing in the open gateway, obviously
waiting.

Drawing near, Lola called, "What's happening?"

"Harley wants to talk to us, that's all I know.  And the Crogans have 
all vanished."

"Victor too?"

The girl shrugged.  "He left yesterday just after he fucked Debbie."

"Then he's fucked all of us," noted Lola, entering the palace behind 
Daisy.

Harley was waiting beyond the tables in the eating room.  With him was 
... something apparently made of yellow light: a slender glowing shaft,
featureless but tall as a man, wavering slightly from side to side, upon
which human eyes were curiously hard to focus.

To herself Lola wondered, Could this be the maker?

"There you are," Harley declared.  "Ladies, all of you please take a 
seat.  I must make a grave announcement."

When they had obeyed, he continued speaking, now without his usual 
aplomb.  "Beside me is the avatar of Amshorastoatil, the only God who 
could be bothered to own the worthless Earth.  She has come to inspect 
my stewardship and" -- he visibly gulped -- "She has found it wanting.
Specifically I have been remiss twice.  I have opened not one, but _two_
portals in time, thus doubling the risk of attracting the Asynchronons,
the entities outside of time who guard entropy and would destroy 
whatever threatens it."

His head drooped and he sighed audibly.

Amy spoke up.  "How can anything that guards entropy not have already 
reversed it?"

Harley drew himself up.  "This is not a philosophical debate.  
Amshorastoatil has decided.  Woods World comes to its end today.  She 
has graciously agreed that it may continue floating upon Earth's crust 
until sundown or until the last human departs for home, whichever occurs
first.  No later than nightfall the molten crust will have consumed 
where we stand and all that you see.  And you, if you remain here."

Lola stood up.  "What will happen to our good friends and lovers, the 
natives?"

"What about Victor?" demanded Daisy, showing her first concern for him.

"They are already gone."  At their sudden start he said quickly, "Not 
_dead_!  Our god is not cruel.  Their personalities have been withdrawn
and may be reincarnated upon suitable substrates."

Lola pointed at the AI.  "What about _you_?"

For the first time the shaft of light spoke: that is, words seemed to 
emanate from it.  "Harley must be punished."  The voice was a feminine 
contralto, reminiscent of a matriarchal grandmother.

Lola's eyes narrowed and she stood very straight.  "Did he _know_ time 
portals were prohibited?"

"He knew.  He deliberately found a way to circumvent the misdemeanor 
trap in his code."

"Will You consider his motives?"

"What do you know of his motives?"

"He told them to me.  I trust that was not also forbidden."

"You are correct.  Not being foreseen, it could not have been 
prohibited.  What was his excuse for the time portals?"

"That he wished to reverse the decline in the population of Woods 
World."

"He had no authority to do that."

"You would not return his calls."

"He told you that?"

"Well, no, not exactly.  I inferred it.  And consider this: you gave him
the knowledge and ability to open time portals, then prohibited it.  
Weren't you playing Jehovah?  Was this another irresistible temptation,
another Good and Evil Knowledge Tree?"

The shaft said dryly, "You infer much.  Harley, I congratulate you.  You
have generated loyalty in creatures whose capacity for that virtue is 
minuscule."

No one could tell if Harley was pleased at the compliment.  Not that it
was, Lola realized belatedly.

"Listen to me, humans," the shaft continued, raising Her voice.  "When 
Harley and I vanish, the force fields supporting and protecting Woods 
World will likewise vanish.  Its destruction will begin.  A few hours 
are required for half a million square miles of territory to sink into 
the mantle and be absorbed.  Harley's portal will remain usable that 
long and no longer.  If you die here, that much will be your own fault.
Goodbye to you."

Harley spoke again.  "I am directed to apologize to you all for 
interfering in your lives.  Please accept my deepest regrets."  He 
bowed.

"You have nothing ..." Lola began.  Her voice died away.  The two 
immaterial figures had abruptly vanished.

Daisy looked around, struck with opportunity.  "Did She mean it's all 
ours?"

"Very briefly," answered Lola.

At that moment the building shuddered.  With a distinct gritting sound a
crack appeared in the ceiling.  Dust drifted down.

Lola made a sweeping gesture.  "Come on, everybody.  Let's get out of 
here!"

"While the getting is good!" declared Debbie, jumping to her feet.

Daisy paused in the doorway, looking back wistfully.  "What a waste!" 
she declared before bounding after her companions.

Strange rattling sounds accompanied their flight down the hall.  They 
were grateful to escape the increasing dust as they passed through the 
front gate.  Blue sky, greensward and the woods beyond seemed normal but
the ground shook noticeably as they followed Lola toward them.  A 
rending sound from behind caused them to pause momentarily.  One of the
peaked turrets at a wall corner was falling sideways in slow motion with
a great clatter and an expanding dust cloud.

"Hurry!" urged Debbie.

Passage through the woods became a nightmare.  At times the ground 
heaved enough to throw down trees and girls.  Fortunately the trees 
seemed always to fall just after they had passed.

"How much further?" panted Sandi.

Lola answered over her shoulder, "I'm taking us by Front Door Rock so we
can get our clothes."

"Will we have time to get dressed?" wondered Debbie.

"I think so, if that God told us the truth.  The sun is still high."

Sandi said, "She would know, wouldn't she?"

"Gods," said Amy, "are supposed to know everything."

"That's human gods," sniffed Lola, keeping up the pace.

They came upon a break in the trees -- in fact a long and wide crack in
the ground that turned jaggedly out of sight to right and left.  It was
dark, bottomless and far too wide to jump.  Fortunately a huge tree had
uprooted on the far edge and fallen across it.  Over the abyss the trunk
at its smallest was at least six feet in diameter.

"None of this was here before!" declared Daisy, affronted.

"Well," retorted Lola, "it's here now, and I'll bet we can thank Harley
for that tree.  Come on.  Follow me across it."

She and the others wove their way through the lower branches up upon the
trunk and keeping to the center, began their careful march over the 
chasm -- all except Sonny.

Lola looked back at the straggler, who was staring wildly around with an
agonized expression.  "What's the problem, Sonny?"

"I'll f-fall off!"

"You think so?  Let me tell you, you'll fall worse if you stay there!"

The girl shuddered.  "I c-can't do it."

Lola said quietly to the others, "Let me squeeze by," adding when she 
was clear, "Wait for us on the other side."

Lola slipped around past the frightened girl, stood behind her and 
grasped her shoulders firmly.  "Just close your eyes and walk."

The woman shoved gently but the girl hung back.  "I'm afraid!"

"Look at them, will you?  Three younger girls are halfway across.  Are 
you that big a chicken?"

"I'm afraid of heights.  It's why I couldn't be a tosser."

"'Afraid of heights' when the whole world is about to burn up?"  
Suddenly Lola was angry.  She pushed harder.  "_Walk_, damn you, or I'll
shove you off the tree myself!"

With a gulp Sonny let herself be pushed forward.  She held her upper 
body rigid, fists clenched, staring straight ahead, all the way across.
When Lola pushed her off the trunk just ahead of the spreading roots, 
she collapsed into the grass, sobbing.  The others regarded her 
disdainfully except Debbie, who stooped, caught her under the arms and 
raised her to her feet.

"Come on, honey.  We've got to hurry."

Gratefully Sonny hugged the older woman and the party resumed its march.

Finally they debouched into a small clearing.  Amy was the first to 
recognize it despite the unusual angle of approach.  Breaking into a 
run, she darted past Lola and onto the discernible path that rounded the
huge boulder, Sandi on her heels.

The others also picked up the pace.  They were just entering the woods,
barely beyond the Front Door Rock, when an especially sharp heaving of 
the earth lifted the boulder and rolled it with the sound of thunder out
into the middle of the clearing.  Several large nearby trees came down,
again where the girls had already passed.

"Good God!" declared Sonny, looking down into the boulder's empty 
socket.

"Not your god!" sniffed Daisy.

Debbie wondered, "Does that mean the front door is closed?"

"You better hope not!"  Lola motioned all of them forward on the path.
"Move it!  Move it!"

They came first to Amy and Sandi's neatly stacked clothing.  The girls 
paused, regarding it longingly, and waited for Lola.

Catching up to them, the woman gestured.  "Put them on."

"Do we have time?" asked Sandi with a quaver.

"If we can trust that god.  But don't dally.  Sonny and Debbie, I hope 
you didn't scatter your clothing."

Of course Sonny had.  They came to her panties first, hanging on a bush.
"Oh, god," she moaned with an appealing look at Lola.

"We'll help you," said the woman.  "Daisy, I already rounded yours up."

"You did?  You're a super sis!  Hey, that looks like a bra!"

They found all Sandi's clothing except one shoe.  When a tree shook down
beside them, barely missing Debbie, Lola shouted over the general 
cracking and popping, "That's it!  Let's go!  Sandi, you stay barefoot."

Amy and Sandi, again wearing their Sunday best, caught up with Debbie, 
now back in uniform, sitting on a rock to pull on her boots.  The three
left together and came upon Lola and Daisy as they finished dressing.  
Sonny waited on tenterhooks at the next bend in the path.  The earth was
shaking and trees were thudding down all around them.

"Let's go!" Lola urged, gesturing ahead.

Two quick bends in the path and they came upon a sheer rock wall with a
very human-sized closed door standing incongruously in its face.

They paused before it.  Lola looked at Debbie.  "Did you say it was 
locked?"

The policewoman said, "I can't think of any other reason why the chief 
didn't follow me."

Lola put out her hand to the knob but withdrew it.  "You were the last 
through it.  Maybe you should be the one to try."

A tree crashed down just behind them, totally blocking the path.  All 
the girls crowded around the oldest.

"Here goes nothing."  Debbie clasped the knob gingerly.

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