August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 2
The Gathering Part Two

Changing Scenery
	It was quite an event, Drake’s drake slid near effortlessly into Trisha’s chute.  The girl winced and made face but with the advent of being pre-lubed with cum and spittle and a bout of being finger fucked in the ass prior to cock insertion, the invasion of said cock was not so bad.  
	Drake was severely hard and stiff and didn’t bend upon breeching the tight rim.  Trisha had always wondered what being butt fucked would be like.  She wasn’t too keen on the idea and didn’t prefer it.
	In Trisha’s mouth was Jake, her “kidnapper” sexual assaulter.
	Underneath her was the remaining member of the team, sucking on Drake’s flapping balls as well as Trisha’s sopping wet cunt.  Trisha went down on Kasey and watched as Jake slipped his dick into Kasey’s cunt.
	They went at their ordeal for at least an hour, trying every conceivable position possible.  There was some peeing and spanking and Drake finally got poked in the ass himself.  He didn’t care for it but at least he hadn’t had to “suck cock.”
	Not yet.
	Kasey was the only one still not so into the whole ordeal, she tried, though.  Trisha and Drake were basically fully into the deed--so long as no one seriously hurt, harmed, and/or killed AND they would get to go back to their families afterwards.
	Hmmmm, about that last part…
	It was evening type time when Jake stood nakedly outside of the hidden miner’s cave.  A stiff breeze there was.  He toyed with his aching cock and looked out along the road once taken.  It looked the same.  He hadn’t paid attention the last time--when had the scenery changed?
	Or was it a fluke and would NEVER change!
	He needed a bath.  A good meal.  Someplace nice to fuck someone. And he missed his pal, Skyler.  He wondered casually if it was punishment.  He didn’t believe or disbelieve in an Almighty, like many--he needed bold outrageous proof of God’s existence.
	The kids collected their clothes and piled back into the Hummer.  It was time to go.  Jake moved the massive vehicle slowly down the lone desert road.  Darkness quickly descended upon them and the Hummer hummed along at 45 miles per.
	“Hey!” shouted to Drake, he awoke the girls in the backseat who were supposed to be looking out for “scenery” changes.  Jake brought the heavy truck to a stop and peered out.
	SPLASH!
	Although it was dark, Jake knew it was water.  The half moon gave enough light to reveal the fact that there was water--water-water everywhere.  It was like a like.  The Hummer was still on a road, just mere inches above the sloshing water.
	‘This aint good.’
	A lake of water was on both sides, shimmering in the moonlight.

Familiarities of a theme
	Four girls from the Primary “A” List were present.  But there were as many as eight other girls that were just as suitable.  There, too, were six guys.  Tray wasn’t into guys, not really.  His “Host” was no longer a part of him but stayed with him just the same.  At times, Tray could even SEE his former Host--described as a ghostly image that faded in and out of “existence.”  Tray saw not really a ghost, but a floating figure of having only a “torso”.  No legs and no arms!  It looked like a creature wearing a heavy cloak w/hood.  No face, but deep setted yellow eyes in a black field.
	When the Ghost-Host peered into various mirrors--he saw nothing at all.  He couldn’t “feel” anything, either.  Was it a step from inhabiting a real person’s noggin?  Or something worse?
	Regardless of not having the Host in his noggin, Tray still had his cock in any girl he wanted.  Study Hall was the place.  Middle of the school day the time.  Some of the things the Ghost-Host said, did, conveyed, etc. kinda-sorta bothered Tray--if not alarmed him.  
	Like?
	Like, “Take off your clothes.”
	Tray was happy with just merely whipping out his hardness and sliding a girl’s pants/panties down some and getting off on rubbing on her (when it wasn’t feasible to scoot a girl into the storage room…)
	But the Ghost-Host had other ideas…
	Not wanting to get the wrath up of the Ghost-no-longer-inhabiting-his-noggin, he was still potentially dangerous.  So he got naked.
	It was kind of thrilling--kind of.  But anyone could waltz into the classroom.  The Ghost, however, told him not to worry--he had locked the door and he (Tray) was free to roam about willy-nilly.
	Tray did so, but was still worried.
	The pants of Leigh Anne Grough was already down, along with her blue paisley panties.  Her best friend Claudia’s clothes were down as well.  And Tray was naked.  Twelve girls--two with the clothes already down, and Tray Cooper eleven years young of PS 59 JF Philmore Elementary was naked.
	It didn’t get any better…
	“You sure that door is locked?” he asked.
	“Yep, knock yourself out, Little Dude.”
	Tray smiled, he was still nervous and leery of the door, he wondered if there would be a way to concoct some sort of sudden malady should the door suddenly burst open and the entire student body stood gaping at the door…
	He decided not to fret about it and pulled off Leigh Anne’s top and bra concealing her lovely developing hooters.  Tray took a moment to linger upon the lovely delights--then fondled them, squeezed, kissed and tugged on the nipples--all the while his hands danced/roamed up and down her naked body.
	Moments later he was on his knees gazing upon the lovely delight between her legs.  It was beyond his dreams wildest.  His hands on the girl’s ass he squeezed and continued gazing finally easing the girl down onto the floor on her clothes.  He lay his body on her, his cock on her pussy.
	Slowly he began to hump, just humping her slit--it felt just as good as being in her; he sucked on her titties and enjoyed himself.  He was sliding his Johnson into the girl’s kinda tight twat and getting into the groove when he felt the “presence” of something hard against his ass.
	He looked back to see a more cohesive form, it was still “ghost-like” but was more to form--and the presence of the hard cock against his ass was prominent.  It took a bit of doing but it was done--the Ghost-Host with the narly powers of mind seduction began “entering” him.
	“Dude,” said a bother Tray, “what is it with you and my asshole?”
	“I like holes, all kinds.”
	Tray continued pumping Leigh Anne, her broken cherry juice coating his cock and balls.  It was gross but he was getting used to it.  He would use her panties to clean himself and then let the girl freak out when she found blood between her legs, a sore pussy, and no panties!
	There was something of an “orgasm” from the Ghost Host, but no ejaculate mess.  Tray’s asshole was sore--very sore.  The Ghost Host smoothed his hand over the boy’s bum then fondled the penis thru the boy’s legs as he was still on his hands and knees.
	After Tray had cleaned Leigh Anne and himself, he set about undressing Leigh Anne’s best friend, Claudia.  

	Four other girls were stripped down to their skin, too.  Tray was having a time.  After Claudia, his cock was no good at getting sufficiently “stiff” enough to “fuck”, but it was okay to hump and rub and spank flesh.  Tray was enthralled in undressing the girls and ogling their nakedness.
	The Ghostly-Host perused the various naked girls, too.  Some he merely looked at, some he fondled and found like with humping Tray’s asshole, he could seriously feel the body of the girl.  This was good.  This was very good.

Water and other hazards
	In another world--there was nothing to do but back up.
	“Okay!” shouted back Trisha who had her head out the back window seeing when the landform took solid form and was less “wet.”	
	Jake stopped and seethed a moment.  He didn’t know or understand exactly what had happened, how, or why.  He only knew that it did.  And it pissed him off.
	Slowly Jake moved the vehicle back to the hidden mine.  The girls slept, Drake sat in the front seat silently but at length crawled into the middle section and after a time, was observed rubbing his hands on the sleeping girls…

*

	It was a dangerous thing to do, a risk--but he sloushed out aways from the Hummer, scratched his balls and pissed into the ankle deep water.  Water-water everywhere.  He didn’t know how it got there, Drake had asked, Trisha and Kasey had asked.  Jake had no idea.  Not a clue.
	He sloushed his way back to the road that was mere inches above the water (which was on both sides) then sloughed his way back to the Hummer and the sleeping willing-to-be-molested-trio.
	He looked to himself in the mirror, he was visible.  He didn’t know WHEN he had returned to fleshy being, he couldn’t remember.  It was guessed after all that the invisibility thing was a brief thing.  He was okay with that, but then again--being invisible had its high points.
	Casually he wondered if it would be a reoccurring thing, then he figured it had only happened ‘cause he had come up from the shimmering pool and it was that pool that had caused him to be invisible.  After a time, the elements of the shimmering pool wore off and he was back to being seen.
	Someone in the Hummer farted.  A long narly butt blast.  A coyote howled out across the desert.  Nothing was real, or for certain.  Why there was water, why there was that sudden green wheat field, the desert-scape change when he and Skyler had come out of the hidden cave behind the Ma & Pa place--he didn’t know.  It didn’t make sense.  
	There was talk on the news radio stations about Parallel Universes suddenly exposing themselves or there were “portals” allowing entry.  Mostly it was one way with only a few peoples returning explaining strange occurrences on the “other side.”
	But that explained very little to Jake.
	His thoughts of the confusing kind were disturbed by someone moving about.  Trisha.  The eleven year old sat up and was a little confused (about her surroundings).  She rubbed her eyes, closed one eye and peered about.
	“Hi.” Jake said to her.  He really wished he had some “power” of her, them.  He had the cattle prod and that was a good incentive to comply, but total mind control was the thing.
	Trisha closed her eyes tight, opened them then slowly began to realize the situation.  She moved out of the truck and looked around, Jake watched her.  She was nude, as per the requirement for being in Jake’s presence.  Hands on her back she stretched and Jake got wood.  A nice young body she had.  Very nice.  Slender and trim, just right.  A little more skinnier than other girls her age (eleven) but she was okay just the same.  
	She stepped off a ways from the truck, looked back then stepped off some more.  Jake wondered--what was sure looking it?  Him?  The others?  It was early morning, just breaking dawn.  The air was cool, clouds were at the horizons all around and with the rising sun the clouds were “colored” in several hues of purples and reds.
	Jake paused a moment and then eased out of the Hummer to follow.
	Trisha was squatting just behind the boulder of the hidden mine, peeing.  She grinned as Jake came upon her.  He stroked his hardness and smiled back at the girl.  A quirky girl for sure, she was more “okay” with the kinda-sorta kidnapping and subsequent sex acts than Kasey.
	Jake came up to the girl, waggled his cock and willingly Trisha took it and began sucking.  His hands roamed about the girl’s head, fondling her ears and running the back of his fingers about her face cheeks.  Trisha took the healthy schlong into her mouth and sucked well…

	Drake walked upon them as he had missed them and had come searching.  Kasey was still at the truck, grumbling about being hungry (sticky and sore, too!)  Jake lay prone upon Trisha, deeply plowing the young girl into the desert sand.
	Trisha’s twat was sore, too, but she was getting used to it.  Jake’s cock, though, was significantly BIGGER than Drake’s drake.  She couldn’t yet determine who satisfied her the most just yet--it didn’t really matter, either.
	Jake made slow easy love to the young girl--humping kinda helped his mind re-set or let up on the hard stuff he had been thinking about.  Not to mention being kinda starved…
		
	Kasey awoke to find no one at the vehicle.  A little alarmed she began looking about, and hearing subtle noises (of the familiar kind) she traipsed about the mound of boulders to see Jake and Drake slamming Trisha, or more to the point “sandwiching” Trisha.  They were all on their sides with Drake behind Trisha pumping not-in-rhythm into Trisha’s asshole
	Kasey stood naked and watched.
	It was Jake who had cum first, spilling a great deal of his love cream into and as well as onto Trisha.  He pulled out and flopped onto his back heaving, cum still erupting from his cock’s piss slit.  Timidly and for the first time acting on her own, Kasey advanced and got on her knees beside Jake--and took his softening cum squirter and began working it.
	Trisha smiled at her friend, Drake gave no emotion as he just continued to butt fuck Trisha in hopes of a good cum-off.
	Kasey worked Jake’s cock until it was re-stiffening, and then when so she went down on him.  On her own!  Jake caressed the girl’s ass and she sucked his fuck stick whole--never minding the fact that it had been freshly expunged from Trisha’s kinda skanky cunt.
	After a few minutes or so, Jake easily re-positioned cock sucking Kasey to whereas she straddled his face.  His tongue danced wickedly in her funky cunt, she had piddled after awakening and after a few times of having her legs spread and being doinked and pissed on, she hadn’t “cleaned” or bathed her twat and so it was kinda ripe…
	Jake didn’t care.  He licked and sucked and tantalized the slickened lips, squeezing the girl’s ass and pressing his nose into her asshole.  The girl went a little wild (it was the licking of her cunt that sent her) and feverishly slurped on the cock in her mouth more so.
	Cum by the cart loads began spurting into Kasey’s mouth, Drake was up on his knees jacking off to the scene while Trisha sat up with folded legs akin to American Indian style feverishly friggin her self…
	…when suddenly a scream was heard.
	It cut across the sullen air of the peaceful stillness and quickly got the attention of the four naked ones.  All four stood as the scream seemed extremely terrifying.
	“Where’d it come from?” Drake asked.
	Jake didn’t know, none of them knew.
	Then the scream was heard again.  It was definitely a girl’s scream.

	A slight breeze there was, with a slight scent of “water.”  The air remained cool, the horizons filled with dark gray clouds.  The sun was obscured by the clouds and the skies above were overcast.
	Nakedly the group ran to the truck with Jake climbing up on top.  He strained his ears to hear and eyes to see.  He didn’t have to wait long, the scream came again and seemed more agitated.
	“It’s that way!” he said, pointing to the direction they had been where there was the water-water everywhere.

	The Hummer moved effortlessly along the narrow desert road.  On both sides there was water.  Everywhere.  It was so blue it could not be determined the “depth”, which was important to know.  Just inches from the slight slope of the road to the water there was.  ‘I wonder if this thing can float?’ Jake casually wondered.
	“I see something!” naked Kasey said.
	Jake stopped the Hummer and peered to the far extreme left where Kasey had “saw something.”
	Jake saw it to, a portal, a great greenish portal swirling a few feet above the water.  “Terrific.” he said dryly.

*

	When staring straight down he could see the sand.  But then again, that really didn’t mean anything.  He was at an area between ankle and calf, the sand seemed like normal sand and the water normal, too.  There was a little vegetation but nothing else.  (no fishes or clams or any lake or ocean life.)  was that good or bad?
	He was a good judge of telling how far away something was, or how close.  “it was aways”  Not a LONG ways, but not short either, and sloshing thru water made the event all the longer.
	As he got closer it was clear someone was in trouble, floundering in the water.  Where the commotion was clued Jake in that the water indeed got deeper.
	In mere feet this was true as the water level came to his knees.
	The water level was at his chest, almost to his nipples by the time he got to the floundering newbies.  The portal gave off a strange hum and was glowing several color schemes of green.  Floundering in the water were two children, one was very young and the other no more than twelve or so.
	The younger one was doing her best to just stay afloat dogpaddling while the other tried to keep a balding man in his late 50s or so from drowning, he was unconscious.
	The hovering portal suddenly pulsated faster and faster, the green colors segued to white and brilliant white and then the portal vanished!

	It was a struggle to manage the man back to shore, “I got him!” yelled Jake who was not quite fit enough to keep his own ass from drowning let alone someone else, let alone a full adult male.  Drake had come out against Jake’s orders.  He plucked up the little girl and the pre-teen girl managed on her own.
	When as close to the shore as “waist” deep the man Jake pulled began to come around.  He had a nasty bump and gash on his bald noggin.  To say he was “dazed” would be an understatement.  He flailed about madly as he was all kinds of confused.  All kinds.
	He settled down quickly enough though, he stared at the two girls who had been with him and then to the naked ones surrounding him.  His confusion returned, he shook his head as if to clear it.
	“What the--”
	“Long story.” Jake supplied him.
	On shore the man looked around, he was highly confused.
	“Where were you?” Jake asked surmising the group had been “someplace” not like this place.
	The newcomer looked to the still naked Jake, blinked his eyes and held his hand to his head wound, “We were--uhm, we were--”
	“Camping, in Alder Woods.” spoke up a shivering Brittany, the twelve year old.  The other girl clung to her, shivering and very frightened.
	“Well,” said Jake,--
	“We’re in a parallel?” asked the man realizing the assumption.
	“Yeah, I-I guess.” Jake wasn’t too sure what “parallel” meant or referred to, but it sounded good.
	The man shook his head, “Well I’ll be damned if it aint true!”
	Jake shrugged and gave the two new girls the once over.  He probably wouldn’t do anything with the little one, she was no more than five or six or so, but the older girl--who was at least twelve--she was a doer!

	It looked like it was going to open up and rain any minute--which was not good with two huge bodies of water so close by.  Jake noted that when driving backwards (he didn’t want to risk anything by simply driving off of the road left or right to make the turn and drive back to the hidden mine) that there seemed to be a “depression” in the landscape.
	That wasn’t good.  It meant that the two bodies of water--one on each side of the lone desert road--could easily overflow and flood down to where they were.
	Once back at the mound of boulders he had Drake gather some wood from within the mine.  He himself propped open the door covering which was just a mix of put-together tin and timbers and whatever was handy to make a door.  The group (as a whole) wouldn’t venture to far inside the mine but camp close to the opening.  
	John Calvary guided his two wet granddaughters to the camp, he was still confused and needed a lot of explaining to.  Jake did what he could, leaving out a lot but then again he was just as mystified as John--and John seemed to really know more than Jake!
	A fire was started and soon was warming the group--except three of the group were soaking wet still clad in their clothing.  John removed his shirt, Jake noted the scar on his chest indicating that the man had had heart surgery.  He was partially bald, wore a slight beard, seemed congenial and pleasant.  Off came his shoes and socks and then he looked to his two grandkids.
	Brittany and Samantha.  Two very precious young’uns.  Brittany WAS twelve, Samantha was actually seven but looked five.  Brittany had a lovely head of dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, a shade darker of creamy skin--and a bodacious set of ta-tas!  She was endowed at an early age!  Not humungous hooters, but at twelve she was way beyond the chest size of other girls her age.
	Samantha had blue eyes and blond hair (with brown streaks…)
	She was a tad bit sweeter than Brittany, incredibly smart, very sweet, and looked yummy.  Jake couldn’t help hide the fact that he had a boner.  He didn’t bother dressing, the clothing he had acquired from the Ma & Pa place were in the Hummer.  
	Those WITH Jake didn’t re-dress, either.
	John slipped Samantha’s top off and helped her out of the rest of her clothes, too.  According to Jake she WAS yummy as down came her pinkish panties.  When John had her undies at her ankles and working them off she lifted one leg up wide.  Her pretty blue eyes sparkled and looked right to the ogling Jake.  She giggled and was smiling and buried her face into her grandfather’s shoulder.
	Jake noted that she appeared to be virginal.
	Jake also noted that John had a boner.
	Was it because of the naked Kasey and Trisha?
	Brittany stood beside her grandfather, twisting on one foot, shifting her weight, appearing a little nervous and unsure, biting her lower lip and in a quandary as to what to do.  Her grandfather turned to her smiling, and undone her wet soggy jeans…

	Brittany didn’t “spread out” her leg when her grandfather got her panties off, but she was turned about (to face the warmth of the fire) and Jake on the sly staring noted the girl was NOT a virgin.
	Cool!
	John then worked his pants and underwear off and DID have a boner.  A mighty boner of some size.  Brittany remained appearing nervous, shy, embarrassed, etc.  Samantha sat on her knees clutching herself to become warm.
	John wrapped his arms about the still damp Brittany, squeezed her and lightly ran his hands up and down her sides.  He pulled an old crate to him and took a seat on it, scooting a little closer to the fire, Brittany remained right against him, his manly manhood poking out between her legs.
	A rain DID begin to fall, light at first and then steadily heavy.  Jake stood masturbating methodically at the entrance staring out.  Were they possibly “stuck” in the parallel world they were in?  That would be bad.  Real bad.  They had shelter, but didn’t need (or require) clothes.  They needed food, though.  That was a necessity.  
	The newbies (and oldies) were sufficiently warm enough to lay out a little ways from the blazing fire.  John’s crate he had used to sit on had been sacrificed.  There really wasn’t a lot of wood to scavenge to put on the fire.
	“Do you know where that road goes?” John asked.
	Jake shook his head, “Not for sure.” not anymore.  Nothing was for sure.  What strangely WAS though, was the road he had initially came in on, strangely it was still there--the road that comes sneakingly up behind the mound of boulders hiding the secret mine.
	Jake wondered.
	And wondered.
	Other than the mound of boulders the road was the only other constant.  Could they possibly make a return to the Ma & Pa establishment.  There was food there.  John and his kids could be off on their own and back to wherever it was they came from.

	The fire crackled and soon they were warm.  Hungry, but warm.  Jake’s thoughts remained steadily about the “other” road--the one that led back home.  He sighed and contemplated--it meant abandoning Skyler and the others.
	Of course, Skyler (and the others) COULD have made the foolish plunge into the shimmering pool, too.  Could have.  It was an accident on Jake’s part, tumbling in.  Jake wondered what Skyler must have thought--or did.
	If he DID come in after him, was he in the other cave, the one hidden behind the Ma & Pa place?  That was a possibility.  It was eating Jake alive.  So many possibilities…
	Naked John C waltzed around the mound of rocks, he stood with an aching cock watching as young teenage Jake put it to the lovely demure looking Trisha.  The back of the Hummer had a small area for cargo, the cargo gate was down and Trisha was sprawled on it getting seriously poked.
	Jake’s balls slapped hard as he cock slammed into the girl’s sopping wet pussy--it helped curb the intense hunger the two had replacing their needs with sexual needs.
	After Jake had fired off a hot steamy round and Trisha seemed to still be in “need”, Jake stood back to one side, leaning against the cargo gate.  He patted/fingered Trisha’s twat, the girl diddled her cock hungry poon and licked her fingers.
	This only further enticed cunt hungry John and he took the offering.
	Trisha was only used to Jake and Drake, now there was John, John and his seven incher!  The girl squimed on the cargo get, clutching the edge and flailing about some as inch by lovely hard fucking inch entered her body.

	His eyes lingered on Brittany--specifically her ass.  Like all girls, women, the ass was nicely shaped.  She lay on her stomach just within the flickering light.  Jake stroked his organ, John C sat back with a gleam in his eyes as well as on his face.
	Slowly John began caressing the girl’s ass.  Jake stroked more, gripping his cock hard and concentrating on the lovely girl’s ass.  She stirred some, some.  John moved his hand about in small circles, squeezing the cheeks and diddling the young one’s hole.  By instinct (if not repetition) the sleeping girl raised her hips.  
	John squeezed the cheeks more and parted them.  Jake moved to be closer.  With John slipping his finger in Jake determined that the girl was NOT an anal virgin.  
	Feeling the conveyance from John that it was “okay”, Jake probed the girl’s pert little anus and stroked his schlong even more so.  The desire was overwhelming and soon he was up against the girl’s hinny poking her backdoor with his cock.  John smiled and reminded Jake of a kindly friendly elf.
	Brittany grunted some as Jake pounded her.  He wanted to be a little rough--like spank and squeeze her ass flesh and pound her shit hole hard, but held off and gently sodomized the girl until he came.
	Brittany returned to slumber after the butt fucking.  Jake sat on his heels massaging his favorite muscle and looking to the other sleeping wonder, Samantha.
	John hadn’t done anything with the little one, he hadn’t had the chance.  Every time he was “about” to do something with her--something came up.  She was okay with going naked and with he himself being naked; he was their grandfather, he treated them nice and took them places.  The girls’ parents were overworked and appreciated the help.
	Brittany was described as being a little precocious--if not curious.  She was also a little naughty.  Several times she was “caught” masturbating herself AND doing so unto her little sis--by their mother!  Thankfully, though, it was the onset of the new nuance of sexual deviancy plaguing the nation and world--so sexual deviancy was somewhat on an acceptance level--so long as it didn’t get too far out of hand.  So the mother didn’t freak out about it and Brittany only was reprimanded with a scolding.
	Then, Grandpa John caught the girl getting it on with her teddy bear.
	This led to Brittany “getting it on” with her grandpa.  
	John stated that he merely fingered the girl and got her “hot”.  Then, when she noticed he had a bulge in his pants, she asked to see it.  What was he to do?  Naturally, he whipped it out and let her see it.
	It was a beginning.
	A strong beginning.
	From “seeing” it to handling it, fondling, kissing, and eventually sucking.  She shed her clothes so the event they were doing would be more enjoyable--at least for one of them.  And Brittany enjoyed pleasing her grandfather--he took them to places they wanted to go, they always got good gifts for their birthdays and Christmases and bailed out of boring things to do with their parents.  John was into motorcycles and often took the girls on his three-wheeler to fun places.
	Eventually John’s dong was rubbing up against Brittany’s hairless cunt.  His tongue had already been there and in her ass crack.  With steady ease (and determination) he was “entering” the girl and was soon fully fucking her--with only half the length of his manly 7-inch cock.
	And it wasn’t long before young Samantha was in on the deal, but she was even younger than Brittany had been when he had begun molesting her.  John did have qualms and reservations.  The desire was still there, though, so on her sister’s cooing, she pranced about mostly in her underwear--which she did most of the time anyways.  This only led to stripping down to the skin.  John enjoyed this more and all were pleased.
	On further cooing, Samantha began masturbating for John as well as stroking off John’s johnson.   She soon was doing like Brittany--kissing and sucking.  John had only just began getting his cock against the young one’s snatch and he was considering strongly humping her slit and poking her.
	A camping trip was planned.
	He had boffed Brittany and tantalized Samantha and was about to try penetration--pussy and or asshole, just the head of his cock would suffice; when all hell broke loose nearby them.

*

	Hunger pangs prompted Jake (and John) to risk taking the one constant seemingly never changing road in hopes that it WOULD take them back to the highway and then to Ma’s Eats and Pa’s Garage.  But in the morning.  It was nighttime, dark, dreary, and despite the good navigational lighting of the massive Hummer vehicle, Jake would rather see the road in the daylight--or what would pass for daylight.  It was only a few hours away anyways.
	A piss.  He was awoken by a few nightmares  and the sudden urge to piss a storm full.  He found John quietly stuffing Brittany’s backdoor afterwards.
	Lightning flashed in the distance, a stiff breeze was brewing.  Brittany lightly grunted as her grandfather fucked her asshole, she pulled one of her cheeks to one side, face down on her semi-dry clothes, John’s balls slapping against her ass in a steady rhythm that was sodomy.
	John humped and pumped, his hands all over the girl’s ass and backside, soothing her as he reamed her asshole.  He grunted, strained, and was cumming--DEEP into the girl’s ass.  Brittany bit her lower lip hard as the strain in her pert little ass was a bit much.
	Her face was pretty, even when in distress.  Jake sat close by on his knees humping his hand.  John continued to strain until his cock was virtually expelled from the girl’s shitter explosively.  Gobs and gobs of cum spewed out of the girl’s rectum, John nearly fell faint and into the small campfire.  Cum continued spurting out of his cock and would so out of Brittany’s pooper hole.
	Several minutes were needed before the girl’s asshole muscle closed back to normal.  
	Little Samantha rolled over onto her back--right next to the hard-up hard-on Jake.  Brittany had rolled over her back to her sister and Jake, her asshole still steaming.  John’s johnson throbbed and ached and he watched as Jake lightly ran his hand over Sam’s nude body…

Chapter 2A
A Strange Thing Happened on the way to the Coliseum 

Return of the Moon
	The huge embodiment of water was still present prompting Jake and John to go with Plan “B”.  Jake sorely didn’t wish to abandon the one chance he had of getting back with Skyler, but there didn’t seem to be any other choice.
	The skies, yea the horizons all about, were still dismal.  Turbulent gray clouds rumbled (w/o sound) all about them, the air was cool and there was the generalized feeling of oddness felt among the small group.
	The only road available--that didn’t cross between two gigantic bodies of water, went straight out across the desert into gloom.  Lightning flashed at the end and it seemed as if though the road was on a collision course.
	Jake drove slowly towards the gray wall having the creepy feeling that was constantly plaguing him increase ten-fold as they neared.  No one spoke.  What was there to say?   
	It was getting worse and worse, though--the turbulent clouds seemed to settle right on the ground (as well as seemed to be close than they had been before.)  
	“It looks like we’re surrounded.” stated John.
	Jake gulped and looked all about.  Yep, surrounded was a good word for it.  Fucked was another…
	Jake brought the Hummer to a stop.  “I-I don’t think we should keep going.” 
	Wise decision--however…
	The lack of food and water was a constant worry.
	But going forward?  It didn’t look too good.
	Lightning flashed brightly and thunder rolled.  The Hummer was shaking (as well as those within it).  Brittany was sobbing and crying, but not Samantha.
	“I think we should get the hell out of here.”
	Jake nodded and proceeded to back up.
	Suddenly, before them, a great green portal opened up.
	The howling wind was incredible and moved the heavy vehicle forward some, despite Jake’s pressing hard down on the brake.  A brilliant green phosphorous greenish light appeared in the very center of the massive portal.  
	Not good.
	If anyone was screaming it was not heard over the roar of the opening vortex.  The vortex of green swirled and pulsed and spanned some one hundred feet across.  It was so massive that it did not “hover” above the ground like other portal-vortexes but churned the ground instead as it swirled.
	Seemingly it appeared like the cosmos was in the outer edges of swirling mass, and after a bit of study there could be seen what appeared to be “rings”--similar to spacial planetary rings.  
	Lightning exploded out of the center of the vortex and seemed to crack the entire mass.
	And just like that it was gone.

	The air settled but remained cool.  The turbulent clouds that had been the horizon were once more distant and not so close.  The land seemed about the same.  Jake sighed and eased out of the truck.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” John said looking behind.  A long-long trail of skid marks on the desert road, estimating about a hundred feet or so of skidding.  Jake and John walked a little ways along the road to about where the swirling portal-vortex thingy had been.
	The two returned to the Hummer, they no longer felt too compelled about going forward.  They decided to return to the hidden mine and see if anything had changed where the bodies of water had been.
	Jake put the massive vehicle into reverse--
	“Hey, looky, whats that!?” exclaimed little Samantha poking her head up between the two front seats.
	Everyone looked, a lone figure was walking up the road.

	He was dressed in what could be described as science fiction battle fatigues--a green and black ensemble with lots of pockets for hiding things.  He also wore a helmet enclosure that was also science fictiony futuristic.  Also green with a light green visor.  Various equipment hung about his waist.  He walked a slight limp and a saunter.  He came slowly and when half the distance to the Hummer vehicle he stopped and removed his helm.	

	He was clean cut, six foot and a couple of inches, narrow body--underneath the exterior clothing, kinda dashing (if you’re into that sort of thing) and quasi-hardlined military minded/trained.
	“What are you doing here?” he asked in good English.
	“Uh, we’re kinda lost.”
	The newcomer let out his breath.
	“You shouldn’t be here.”
	“No kidding.” wise cracked back Jake.

A little explanation
	“You are in Universe 501-01.” the man said after looking/checking a handheld piece of equipment.  
	Jake and John looked to one another--it meant little to them, but then again…
	“What’s going on?” Jake asked, “We don’t understand.”
	“You’re from Earth, right, uhm, where the first president of the United States was Washington?”
	Jake and John looked to one another again, then nodded their heads.
	“Ok,” the man let out some breath, licked his lips in thought, “Uhm, kinda hard to explain--”
	“Who are you?” John asked.
	“August, August Moone.” (really!?)
	“Well, wh-what are YOU doing here?”
	The newcomer in the science fictiony futuristic military garb stared at the ground then took a long look around the desolate landscape.  “Trying to get home.”
	“Us too.”
	“You’ll have a better chance than me.”
	“Why is that?” John asked.
	“I’m trying to reconnect with some people.”
	“Me too!” Jake scoffed, “Or I’d been home a long time ago.”
	“The next phase shift isn’t due for while…” the man drawled, he would accompany the group back to the hidden mine and try to explain some things.  He also had “food” for the group, small Ready To Eat meals that had small containers that heated up the food.  Hi-tech drinks, too.  He was well equipped for Universal traveling.

*

	John’s kids and Jake’s were still very much naked.  John and Jake had dressed.  August looked over the nude ones, they clung to themselves and were embarrassed.  However,
	“Nice.” August said with a slight smirk.  He approved!
	
	“This is a parallel world, dissected into hundreds, maybe thousands of minute universes--I’m only aware of a few dozen.”
	“A few dozen,” said a shocked Jake, “how long have you been here?”
	August stared to the ground.  He sat in a squat just inside the miner’s cave, hands wrapped about a collapsible metal cup.  “I don’t know, a long time.” then, “I-I got separated from some--others, I had been traveling with.  Been jumping in and out of one universe to the next trying to find them, locate them.  A couple of times I had picked up on their trail.”
	“What happened?” John asked.
	There was silence for a while, a long while.  Jake studied the man, at first glance he was clean cut, shaven, well groomed.  On second glance, he was haggard, tired.  He had been “jumping” to universe to universe for a long-long time.
	“Anyways,” he said at length--not answering the previous question, “you’ve noticed the landscapes “change” now and then?”
	“Yeah,” smirked again Jake, “kinda.”
	“They’ve been doing so with more and more uncertainty.  I don’t really know why, something of a convergence or malfunction in the CPU--”
	He stopped as the look from the two he spoke to didn’t have a clue one.  
	“Okay, uhm,” he shook his head, how to explain the unexplainable?

In the beginning…
	In a much larger universe far-far-really far away, there be a planet called Katonia.  Katonia Prime to be exact.  Three moons orbit it and there are half a dozen other neighboring planets sustaining life.  And that life consists mainly (primarily) of a race of creatures known as Catkins.
	Within that race existed factions and caste systems.  For thousands upon thousands of years the factions and caste systems “got along.”  Not well, and not often, but they did co-exist--for thousands upon thousands of years.  
	The race of Catkins were not alone in that particular area of universe, a race of unlikable creatures known as Dogkins there were, mortal enemies of the Catkins.
	And it so came to pass that in the year of All-Mother, the Catkin “Mother” of all Catkins, the Religious Caste divided.  There was the Common Worker Caste (class) and Warriors who stayed clear of the infighting.  The “infighting” went on for an undetermined amount of time until at one point one faction of the Religious caste left their beloved Katonia and fled into space--seeking a new world to live their lives.
	A Dogkin armada followed them.
	How long they were in space was also unknown (to August) but they eventually came to the universe known as Terra, having at least one planet suitable for sustaining life.  But that planet was already filled (near to capacity) with life of all kinds.  And the Dogkins were right on their tail.  (literally!)
	Settling an already populated planet posed too many problems, and time was not on their side.  Sooooo, the Catkins devised a plan.  They were not warriors and not workers, they were a sect of Religious Catkins, but they were ingenious.  They had played “cat & mouse” with the terrible Dogkins for all the time they had been in space.  A new plan was needed or all would be lost.
	As to exactly how it was pulled off or put into plan wasn’t known.  Magic?  Some sort of aspect of technology not yet found or understood (by August) or something else entirely, but what was was the multi-universe stemming from the single planet called Earth.
	“The universes were “layered” and somewhere along the way something happened that caused them to become unstable.”
	“Any how to fix it?” John asked.
	“I don’t know.” August answered.
	“Are those Catkins still around, or the Dogkins?”
	“No, I’ve never seen any.”

	It only got a little more confusing as August explained about another race, a prior race of invaders (or settlers) known as the First Ones, the Ancients.  He believed they were first to settle the world of Earth, OR--there was a parallel in place prior to their arrival or whatever.  He didn’t fully understand it but believed that they were indeed before the Catkins’ arrival.  He wasn’t sure if the two alien species were aware of one another or if so got along.
	Jake’s eyes wandered over the man’s equipment.
	The man smiled, “Crap I’ve acquired while traveling.”
	“So what is this about the portals, the green tornadoes and peoples coming into these universe parallels?” John asked.
	“Something has gone wrong, as I understand it, the parallels are supposed to be “locked” to prevent such accidental wanderings.  I believe these universes are a ruse--”
	“A ruse?” Jake interrupted.
	“Yes,” he paused to gather his thoughts--it had been awhile since he had spoken with another person.  A long time.
	“Uhm, yeah, the reasoning for the multiple parallels was to initially shield the original inhabitants from the marauding Dogkin armada--they would have surely overtaken the planet and forever changed it as we know it now.
	“Then, secondly, the parallels were created to conceal themselves from the Dogkin armada.”
	Then he added, “I also believe that the entire Catkin population is in hibernation, or something similar--”
	“Like suspended animation?”
	“Yeah, something like that.”
	“Why?”
	“I don’t know, probably for the same reasons I just mentioned.  But I have found small towns were Catkins had been, they had thrived and lived and from what I can gather they had acquired technology from us.”
	“Us?  Why?” John was shocked.  As was Jake who asked a similar question right after but amended, “A race a creatures from another planet, crossing space taking technology from us?  That don’t sound right.”
	“Didn’t to me, either, until I got to thinking and studying.  They were religious, a group similar to some of our religious sects in America and throughout the world.  So, what I’m thinking that after they got the parallels going and settled in themselves, they shirked their own technology and adopted ours.”
	“That’s stupid!” Jake blurted out.
	“No, not really.” August replied, “from what I’ve seen they were really technological advanced, extremely superior to anything we have or could even imagine, even those in Hollywood!”
	August went on to talk and explain some more, John listened intently, Jake was not so enthused.  He listened, just wasn’t enthused about it.  After a time, August stopped, he needed to rest.  
	He checked a device on his wrist that looked like a diver’s watch indicator but several times larger.  The kids of John’s and Jake’s had retired--they had been thru a lot, had a good meal (finally) and were tuckered out.  
	August stretched out of the mine-cave and focused on the sleeping kiddies.  John had digested a lot of info and stretched out himself.  Jake sat across from the newcomer spilling strange tales.
	“You don’t believe me, do you?” August said relaxing more and more.
	Jake didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what to say back.
	“That’s alright, I don’t believe me, either.”
	“What’s the gizmo on your wrist?” 
	“An indicator,  lets me know when a phase shift is about to happen.”
	“What’s a “phase shift”?”
	August had to think, “Well, think of it like a door.  Sometimes it’s open, sometimes not.”
	“Something like the doors we all came thru?”
	“No, this is different and on a small scale--no, a larger scale.” he screwed up his face as it was more confusing to explain than thought.
	“This,” he said tapping the object in question, “tells me when--” he paused to try and conjure up the right words that Jake would understand, 
	“a sweeping parallel is coming.”
	Jake gave him a look, a long hard “I didn’t get it” look.
	“The phase shift is different than that of the “doorways”.  The “doorways” are world wide, the phase shift probably, too.  The “doorways” should normally be inaccessible to those of us from our world, but for some reason they are “open” and we stumble upon them.  Most are hidden and usually inaccessible that way, but we are also explorers and so we stumble on them by accident.
	“And I think, too, that someone, a Catkin, may have fouled up just before “going to sleep.”
	“Whattya mean?” Jake asked.
	“Well, I think when the Cats were traipsing into OUR world to check things out and acquire our technology, someone left a door open.  In doing so, it may have caused a domino effect whereas a sequence of doors were left open.”
	August explained that the Catkin towns he had come across would support no more than a thousand.  The tech level no further than America’s 1950s.  He had noted the absence of power lines or phone poles.  He hadn’t investigated too much, he was on a mission.
	His theory about the “doorways” was just that, a theory.  He could be wrong.  There were probably a jillion reasons why the “doorways” were opened.  He assumed that one or two doors here and there across the Americas had been “accidentally” left open thru the years, but then something had had to have happened for the sudden rashness of doors opened to the parallels.  
	“A malfunction?” Jake offered.
	“That would be a good guess.” August replied.
	“So what’s up with the tornadoes, the big green ones?”
	“Something similar, just on a larger scale.  AND I’m guessing another malfunction of some sort.”
	“Could it be those Dog creatures?”
	August sat back and stretched his legs out, his lips furled and he nodded, “Yeah, could very well be.”
	He sighed, farted, then tried to explain the Phase Shift.

	A Phase Shift was explained as “going to another universe without the hassle of moving to it, it came to you.”  The environment around you “changed”, a kind of “gray” color scheme--plants, trees, rocks, ground, sky, everything.  It was like stepping into one of those old black and white shows from the hey day of television.
	Why it happened or how was left to the unknown.  It was different, it was a new world.  It was damn difficult to explain unless experienced personally.  But, August had an indicator of when it was going to happen and how long it would last.  	
	Furthermore, while IN the Gray World, you could move about, do anything and everything.  Water and food was kinda tasteless--but if you kept it with you when the Phase ended, wait a few minutes and the food/water would become “tasty” again.
	There were buildings and vehicles and everything, just kind of in a gray color scheme, and no peoples.  A couple of times August had been in his OWN world, his birth world during a Phase Shift, he went into a few buildings--got some “stuff” and was able to keep it when the Phase was over.  
	And, too, there was another “gray” area as the Phase Shift ended and the Normal World returned--a few times August noted he could see peoples moving about, smell scents.  He sometimes wondered if it was an after image or something.  He assumed that some peoples probably saw him as such, as well.
Back to basics
	Taking note of August’s looks to the kiddies, some hours later when August stepped out of the cave to have a looksee about, he found Jake stuffing Trisha’s backdoor as she lay on her back on the back of the Hummer.	 
	He stood at watched until Jake got his all, he pulled out and spilled his load onto the girl’s cunny and then stepped away jerking his cum squirting gherkin.  August looked up the young girl, it had been awhile.

	When John stepped out of the cave, August had Trisha on her stomach laying down, feet on the ground, legs spread wide.  Jake was at her head being sucked off while August Moone was behind her pumping her asshole.
	Brittany, Kasey, Samantha, and Drake had come out--John slid down his pants and with a gentle hand to his very young granddaughter Samantha got her into position to receive a generous blowjob.
	August watched and entered Trisha’s pooper all the more harder, with much vigor and vim as they say.  His clothing was at his ankles, his ass flexed and tightened up as he shot a massive wad of hot man spunk DEEP into the young girl’s asshole.
	When August pulled out and leaned against the truck to catch himself, Jake looked to the apprehensive Kasey, ‘Suck him’ he conveyed.  Kasey wasn’t too into sucking a schlong freshly pulled from a reeking funk hole, but she sucked on the man’s balls and he humped her face.
	John emptied his own tool splooge into six year old Sam’s mouth, Drake by then was hard and positioned himself behind the ball sucking Kasey.  It was a free for all with Jake guiding a semi reluctant Brittany to lay beside Trisha.  He 69ed her, then locked her legs back behind his arms and August stuffed her asshole AND pussy!

And then…
	Clouds of gray and dark gray filled to turbulent dimensions then faded to a clear sky.  A breeze remained constant, the air fresh and clean.  Some dimensions (universes) stayed the same for a long period of time, others “changed” or segued to another realm without rhyme of reason in a blink of an eye.  
	August said his goodbyes and continued onward into the next realm.  He left behind, though, some instruments in which would possibly help the stranded group of Jake & John on their journey home.
	Jake missed the man who’s name was the Eight Month.  His visit was brief but in that short few hours, Jake felt some sort of unique bond.  He was similar to Forrest.
	Forrest.
	Like Skyler, Forrest was lost to him.  He wondered if he would actually ever really find them again, or home for that matter.  What was Breezy and her odd brother Cole up to?  And Ghash?  He sat alone facing the desert-scape where he wanted to go, where the two large bodies of water were.  John was still digesting all the crap August had spilled as well as going over the Phase Shift equipment he had left for them.
	Suddenly one of the indicators became “active.”  John called for Jake and they stared at the huge diver’s watch Phase Shift Indicator; like a pressure dial found in the oilfield or navy ships or any place on a pipe line under pressure--the PSI had numbers and sweeping hands.  One sweeping hand indicated the Time to Shift; when a shift in the universe was imminent.  Then, another sweeping hand needle indicated HOW LONG the phase shift would last.  
	Both indicators would pulse when the time grew closer and closer and remained a solid color when it was within seconds.  Also, there was one portion of the large dial that would glow-pulse and remain steady on.  Red and Green were the colors.
	“Maybe we should be in the Hummer when it happens.” John suggested.  

	A light gray cloud enveloped them.  It was strange and appeared to be more like a heavy dense fog.  It was a little scary being enveloped so, but August Moone had told them it was the norm.  Phase Shifting from one realm of existence to the Gray World took mere seconds to complete.
	Then, the “fog” was gone in a blink of an eye.
	Not bright sunshine, but a dull shine of sun.
	And all around them gray.  Rocks, ground, sky.  There were no buildings, just flat land with gray rolling hills on both sides.  There was a road, one lane, dirt.  
	Half a tank of gas there was in the Hummer.
	According to the PSI there were as many as 4 hours before the next shift, which would either put them BACK to where they had just been, or into a new realm.  It was assumed that if they stayed put where they were, the Phase Shift probably wouldn’t “move” them.  Probably.  
Reflection, Contemplation, New Friends
	If it weren’t so spooky, if it weren’t for the creeps, if it weren’t for the sheer remoteness--the cabin in the deep woods (somewhere) would be just fine.  There was game and fish to sustain them, a raid now and then to the secretive Creeps’ hidden away in the nearby gully helped, too, but Forrest didn’t wish to rely on it.
	The Creeps.  The tall gray shrouded freaky-creepy creatures with apparently one arm were something Forrest did not want to mess with.  Were they the Ancients, the Ancient Ones, the First Ones Cloud Dancing had spoken of, referred to?  It gave Forrest a headache and he chose not to dwell on it--there was other things to do…
	Those of the cabin were doing fine, Forrest did worry about the older girls possibly getting knocked-up.  That would be bad.  It would be good if they were somewhere else more safe and secure.  But in such close proximity to the creepy-freaky Creeps, bringing children in to the world (the natural way) was out.
	And of course, ALL the girls of the cabin were susceptible to pregnancy; Jamie and Holly were merely twelve, months from being thirteen.  Annie was eleven and months from being twelve.  Newest member Jennifer was fourteen.
	As far as he could tell, the girls remained (somehow) un-pregnant.  In the supplies acquired from the hidden Ancient One’s supply room Forrest had found various feminine hygiene products.  They were ‘foreign’ objects with strange to odd writing, but the general idea was sound.  The girls understood what the “items” were and what for.
	 Dustin (fourteen) accompanied Forrest to the secret Creep stash, they made off with as much as they could carry without mishap.  Forrest knew that it was only a matter of time.
	He feared leaving the cabin in search of a better place, the “scenery” might change and he would never be able to get back to them; he couldn’t bare to leave to their own alone.
	Then there was the “time” issue.  It was days before Forrest actually began jotting down the passage of “days.”  Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months.
	Jamie’s breasts grew larger, as did her stature and hip-width.  This was so with Holly and Annie, too.  Jennifer was already pretty much filled out as much as she was going to be (for the time being).  Dustin and Willy were growing, too; and with the boys doing most of the manual labor, they were gaining muscles, too.
Creeped Out
	The sound of the warble brought him down the small hill to the flat land between the knolls.  The weather WAS finally changing, he made a guess-timate that they had been wherever the hell they were about five months.  Fall was in the air.  He worried slightly about winter.  It would be a good idea to gather as much stores as possible, meat and vegetables and wood.  How long the winter would last he didn’t know, there were a lot of things about the New World he didn’t know.  And it pissed him off.
	The warble alerted Forrest that “dinner” wandered close at hand.  He had set a few traps to catch the critter as using the shotgun from the cabin would be overkill.
	The thing with acquiring such a delicacy for dinner, though, was the dressing; and not putting a tux on it, either!  He didn’t mind so much, it was just time consuming and getting dark.  He had followed the one bird for quite some time and was aways away from the cabin.  Getting lost in the area was easily done and in the few months that they HAD been in place, all of them had wondered off and done so.  Luckily, though, they managed not to get completely lost and find home.
	The bird was “trapped” and killed and then dressed on the spot.  The traps were collected or undone and the area policed.  There were no other signs of warblers (turkeys) and so Forrest proceeded back to the cabin with the twelve pound bird.
	On his way he had a distinctive feeling that something was wrong.
	He hated that feeling.

	It was dark, damn dark by the time he finally made home.  He made a quick head count and Dustin was the only still out.  He had gone fishing the same time Forrest had gone “hunting.”
	The turkey was being readied for the pot when Dustin rushed into the cabin.
	“I saw one!” he breathed breathlessly.

	It took a while, a long damn while before Forrest saw “one”, too.  The darkness was a bitch, but with the hi-tech binoculars “acquired” from the Creeps’ store room, picking out the wandering Creep in the woods was finally made.
	It moved slowly and seemingly aimlessly.  No arms or legs were seen, just the long gray shrouded-cloak and the misshapen elongated worm infested head.
	“No one leaves the cabin without someone else with them OR letting me know.” Forrest told the cabin inhabitants after returning.  There was only the one Creep wandering around, he was observed moving listlessly about the area of the gully; it didn’t go “down” the gully wash but lingered topside at the apex of the hill.  When coming to an obstruction, like a giant boulder cockeyed or a fallen tree, a log or where the ground was generally tough to negotiate, the Creep went a different direction, sometimes backing up completely and starting off somewhere else.
	After a couple of hours the Creep DID venture down the side of the gully and up to the “twat” of the entrance and disappeared into the ultra gloom of darkness.  Forrest (and Dustin) could tell for certain what went on exactly as they kept their distance.  By the time they got to the gully and looked about, the Creep was no where in sight.

	There was no “Creep” all that day, Dustin was vigil at the gully watching the “secret door.”  Forrest brooded.  Come nightfall Forrest spelled Dustin.
	Nothing.
	Just before the break of dawn Dustin came back, he reported that he thought he saw something in the misty fog a ways from the cabin, far off to the left.  Forrest cussed, he figured there was probably another “entrance” secretive to the underground facility; but in the five months they had been in place, Forrest had found only the one entrance.
	Carefully the two scoured the area Dustin thought he had seen something.  After two hours, it wasn’t a Creep Dustin had thought he had seen but another turkey.

	That night, not one but TWO Creeps were sighted.  One was wondering about at the top of the gully area, the other way down at the bottom of the gully where it emptied to a small crisscrossing creek.
	“How many of them do you think there are?” Dustin had to ask.
	“I don’t know.”  They were all the same looking/appearing so determining if they were seeing different ones was impossible.  It gave cause for Forrest to worry, consider, contemplate, and brood.  
	A sudden shriek filled the cool night air.
	“The cabin!” Dustin yelled out.
	Two tall Creeps stood before the cabin.  One seemed to be doing that thing wee-children do, twisting its body about swinging “invisible” arms and seemingly moaning.  The other took painstakeningly small baby steps forward, inching its way closer and closer to the cabin’s front door.
	The inhabitants of said cabin were frightened out of their wits.
	Forrest and Dustin bounded onto the scene with Forrest between the creepy Creep creatures and the cabin.  The one inching its way forward cocked its head and looked straight at Forrest; drool dripped from its gaping maw--a long elongated jaw filled with dangerously sharp jagged shark-like teeth.  The jaw was much like just an extension of the whole head, Forrest thought of the gas tank on a motorcycle with the tapering area the “mouth.”
	Then, from the center of the Creep’s torso came protruding an “arm”.
	The one that was swinging suddenly stopped and went motionless.
	The first one suddenly ripped out a shriek that caused Forrest to drop to his knees.  The shriek was incredibly painful and erupted into his ears if not skull itself.  
	Then the other Creep shrieked.
	The first Creep moved a little closer with its protrusion inching out further and further, slimy membranes were rent from the “arm”--it was described as such--a skeletal arm, boney without flesh or muscle.
	The screech the creatures shrieked was near eardrum bursting.  SO powerful was it that it temporarily blinded Forrest.  He regained his senses just long enough to see that he was mere inches from being “touched” by the protruding arm.  He could see the stumpy end of which resembled a tree’s knot.  Then, he could see what appeared to be likened to a “fist” forming, knuckles and all.  Then, individual fingers.
	At hand was the shotgun Forrest would use as a last resort.
	To his right was Dustin on his knees, also suffering from the Creeps’ shrieks.  In his hands was a large stout-sturdy tree limb he would use as a walking stick, probing stick in the hard earth, and a defensive weapon.  
	Finding some strength from the non-stop shriek, Forrest brought the near-like blunderbuss up and pulled the double trigger mechanism.  Dustin at the same time swung at the 2nd Creep who also had a protruding arm.
	The blast from the shotgun propelled the Creep backward with a narly hole in its middle.  It’s protruding arm was gone, man--gone!  The shriek from the Creep was instantly silenced.
	The second Creep got its protrusion smacked and broken off.  Slime leaked like a river from the breakage.  A different kind of shriek filled the air then.