August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 4
Low Lifes and other Scoundrels 

Merrier and more some of the same
	“It looks Russian, Cyrillic.”
	“Oh?”
	“Yeah, my Grandfather’s Russian.”
	But there was something wrong, she looked confused.
	“These are typical Cyrillic symbols, but these ones here aren’t, but they LOOK similar.”
	There had to be a reason.  Maybe, maybe not.
	“Anything on these?” August asked tapping the symbols that he himself had no idea of what they were or had ever seen on any other surface during his travels.  
	“No, sorry.”
	“No worries.”
	He stared at the symbols, they made no sense, his search for a “key” was elusive, and never ending.  He had seen similar dias with similar symbols—all were different but having a sort of similar theme.  There was a key, he was sure of—somewhere.
	Melody shivered and it was time to boogie back to the cabin.

	At the cabin Ted had sorted the piles of wood, trimmed the bark, and finished construction of a second bed (although he actually desired to bed with Melody.)  New construction and TLC was needed at the cabin and Ted was sort of “handy” in that regard.  It was hoped to get into August’s good graces considering his foul up of missing the buck two days earlier.
	Life at the small one room cabin was quaint, cozy, but quaint—and of course it beat the hell out of the alternative—no shelter whatsoever.  If not for August and the cabin he guessed he and Melody would have had to try and survive in the cave.
	Not far from the cave, down a small hill and along the creek there was a special pond—a super heated pond; not so great in the Summer but in the dead of winter it was kinda cool.  Well…
	Ted hurried thru his chores with the desire to hustle to the pond, after it was told to them by August Ted wanted to go—under the knowledge that they probably wouldn’t be wearing CLOTHES in the nature heated pond.  Already Melody had seen Ted nude, and he her with her knowing of such.  She was somewhat embarrassed but not as much as Ted thought she would be.  The coming to understand their situation, their predicament helped dull the otherwise fright and concern of not being in their Birth World but in another.
	And then of course there was the catkins.  It wasn’t too far fetched to believe that a society of “creatures” there could be, but still…  Ted was more (or less) bemused by the catkin society, Melody took it for “ok” and firmly accepted the notion.  It was still strange just the same.  But both Ted and Mel had seen mythical beasts in their Birth World, green tornadoes, and other vortexes opening up swallowing peoples.  The understanding of a new society in a parallel universe was not a stretch for the imagination—especially when there were facts in your face.
	It took a while for the two new humans to not so much “cope” with their new surroundings as it was to adopt and accept.  Cinnamon and Pepper were certainly not human.  There were catkin books, food, and tons of lore to explore and learn and be involved in.
	And then there was August.  Ted definitely knew that the human-kin known as August, August Moone, was different.  He spoke the catkin language, not well, but he spoke it.  He knew the catkin way of life, such as it was; he knew their history and society makeup—but he was far from being a mere historian or expert on catkin culture.
	Ted liked August, he was nice, congenial, and easy to get along with and so not bad for an adult.  He conveyed in a subtle way of those he expected of Ted (and Melody) without “talking DOWN” to them.  And he pranced about willy-nilly in the nude, too.
	And of course there was the slight shenanigans with Melody.  As she lay in the bed with a concussion, she had been rendered naked.  And as being unconscious her body continued to “do things” on its own—breathing, was one, going to the bathroom another.  In a typical hospital setting a bedpan would be provided or a diaper.  But it wasn’t a hospital setting but a remote cabin in a parallel world.
	So she had to be cleaned now and then.  Each time August did the “cleaning”, Ted was there to watch and then help—and subsequently get a raging boner as a result.  

	Ted also noted that the kittens slept with August and HE was in fact their biological daddy!  If he stared long enough he could see the human qualities, but mostly the catkin physiology won out and masked the human genes.  The kittens slept in the nude, they all did.  the only time they dresses was for going outside longer than a few minutes.
	Ted was also aware of the SEX between August and Cinna; he had seen her sitting on the toilet sucking his dick.  Cinna also sucked on ber brother’s dick and he had seen them out and out fucking in bed.  August was also humping Cinnamon, pussy-mouth-and asshole.
	At length when it was determined that Melody was going to be okay and just days away from awakening—AND Ted was ready to burst at the seams from the lack of nookie, August paved the way after cleaning the unconscious teen up from when she had peed; after she was clean August opened her legs and diddled her poon.  It drove Ted mad and he gouged the heel of his hand to his aching bone.
	August caressed the girl’s titties then stood and removed his one piece catkin coveralls.  He himself had a raging boner and for a moment he thought August might fuck him!  But he didn’t, he used Melody’s hand to squeeze his manhood, cup his balls and please him.  A subtle nod was made to Ted, conveying to him ‘take off your clothes, join in.’
	When Ted had done so and after a few moments of having Melody do unto him what she was doing unto her benefactor, a new nod was given to him conveying a new message, ‘fuck her.’
	Ted paused and hesitated, he would have preferred nailing Melody alone, maybe under the covers; but his horniess won out and he carefully mounted the teen heartthrob that caused him many a night to jack off to her image.
	Melody gave no sign of knowing that she was being boned.
	August stepped back and Cinnamon got onto his lap, his manhood sliding into her pussy.  Brother Pepper stood by his dad’s side watching the human teen fuck the other human teen.
	At least once a day and sometimes twice with the rare occasion in the few days of Melody’s unconscious state of being Ted nailed her three times in one day!  August took a turn with her himself.  Then so did Pepper!  
	Occasionally while Ted was sinking himself into Melody, the man called August sat on the bedside and caressed Ted’s ass.  It didn’t overly bother him but he knew that eventually it would lead up to something.
	And one day it did.
	At the super heated nature pond.
	August had found the pond while trapping, the creek ran full tilt nearby and was basically a small river.  The pond was fed two ways, by a small inlet from the creek as well as a natural underground spring. August had discovered that whole area was located atop seismic fault zones where fissures in the earth brought geological rock features to the landscape surface creating odd rock formations of  slate, brimstone, sandstone, etc.
	Some hundreds of feet below the ground flowing spring water came in contact with the superheated rocks bringing to the surface steam vents, geysers, boiling mud pots, and hot springs.
	Finding the thermal features created a surreal oasis interrupting the otherwise ordinary landscape.  It was a spot August and the kittens frequented walking there in their clothing but streaking back to the cabin 500 yards away after the long emersion.  The pond’s water kept them warm and invigorated them until just about mid way back.   
	At times it was August and the kittens, Ted opting to stay and tend over Melody.  (during those times Ted seriously took advantage of Melody’s unconscious state of being and not only fucked her but peed on her, rolled her over and spanked her, sat on her face with either his cock or balls in her mouth!)
	At times it was August and Ted alone with the kittens minding the unconscious teen girl.  (of which during that time kitten Pepper took advantage like Ted…)
	At the pond when it was August and Ted…
	The two talked, mostly about the new world; Ted was curious about “where” they were in conjunction to the same place in their Birth World.  
	“Could be anywhere,” August supplied, “the Doorways from the Birth World just deposit you “wherever”.”
	“So we’re not in California?”
	“Nope, not likely.”
	“I don’t understand--”
	“There’s no use,” August said interrupting, “I’ve tried.  I had thought at one time the Doors would open to the same geological place you were previously on, like that place of yours in California; but not so.  I don’t know why, we could be in Maine, Canada, Australia, Japan, or Norway!”
	“Doesn’t make sense.”
	“Nope, it doesn’t.  I don’t know if it was a design flaw, or the catkins who designed the multi-universe thing planned it that way--”
	“In order to fool the Dogkins?”
	“Right.”
	They discussed more about the New World and their Birth World;  then, sat to relax and enjoy the near scalding pond waters.  After a time August stood, stretched, and fondled himself—with a raging boner.  Ted felt a little uncomfortable—but he had always been a “little curious” about homosexual encounters.  It was just sex, nothing more…

	After giving himself to August the boy was turned about and sucked on, then fucked in the ass again.  The two made love on the warm sand encircling the pond; embracing one another and humping to beat all.  At length Ted’s bone found its way into August’s poop chute and there he did fuck until cumming in great quantities.  He still preferred fucking Melody but…
	About a week after Melody had “come around” and a blizzard came to the cabin, there was naught to do but stay put and ride it out.  There was meat, veggies, fruits, and plenty of wood.  When the blizzard was at its peak the group huddled on one bed under one cover.  There was a lot of sleeping but a fair amount of hanky-panky, too.
	The hanky was Melody sucking off on Pepper before doing the same to August and then Ted.  The Panky was Ted licking out Cinnamon’s kitty cunt, then sucking on Mel’s twat, then bobbing on August’s dong.  The Panky was Ted on his back, legs back, Melody sitting on his face, August driving home the bone.  The Hanky was Melody receiving Pepper to her poon with Pepper behind her.
	When the blizzard was over it took a couple of days for the snow build up to the exits to be less of mass to allow August and Ted to force their way out then begin the tedious task of clear space around the cabin.  Everyone came out to get fresh out and “frolic.”
	The traplines needed to be checked and a dip in the heated pond was desirable, too.  Melody had not had much of a chance to use the pond and it was invigorating to do so.  August knew the boy had the major hots for the girl and so left them be alone, he took Cinnamon and Pepper with him down the creek.
	For a long, long while August had traveled alone—and it sucked.  In the beginning before encountering the catkin female-kin he would later marry and have children with.  Before that, though, he had wondered thru many parallels, alone.  And it sucked.
	A time or two he had seen what was probably an entrance back to his Birth World, but he was on a search, for the mysterious catkins.  From ancient ruins he had begun to learn their history, their “clan”, and way of life.  All that was missing was the catkins themselves!
	The years spent wandering the lands alone aged him and at times he thought he was mad and more than once he had contemplated the ultimate sin, death.  But he hadn’t gone that far and soon encountered the catkin who would be his love.  He never forgot his Past, his Human past, his Birth World, but it offered him nothing; he had regrets of leaving some special peoples he had touched, but was sure that they had gone on with their lives just as he had to.
	With the passing of his wife he once more sunk into near oblivion.
	Death would have taken him had it not been for Cinnamon and Pepper.  He lived for them.  They barely knew their history and had it not been for the bounty of what lay in the basement of their cabin, their history would not be known.
	In the basement of the cabin was a bounty; a treasure trove of catkin lore, books, paintings, schooling materials, everything.  Food stuffs, bedding, all manners of items that made living in a parallel less difficult.  August had traveled thru parallels where technology was a way of life, it was hidden and difficult to get a hold of, but he had managed and learned.
	The kittens had been a blessing to him, Cinna was actually the one more playful and outgoing—the one who explored more.  Pepper did so as well, but was more curious about other things—his culture, his people, why was the moon/sun round, what was snow, where did water come from—he was a potential scientist of ALL fields.
	“Be careful!” August warned his kitten daughter as she leaped across from one bank side to the other.  The snow was thick on the bank sides and the water VERY cold.  Pepper helped August with the traps and then they heard a “ker-splash!”
	Cinna was soaked; she wore her catkin overalls which was insulted and form fitting enough to keep the body warm alright but her face was uncovered and the coveralls also were soaked.
	August plucked her out of the frozen creek, “take her to the pond.” he told Pepper.  Once there the girl wouold get out of the wet coveralls and soak in the pond long enough to get warm, then quick step back to the cabin before she frosted over.
	She would be okay—after the soak in the hot pond, August went on checking the traps and trying not to fall into the creek himself.  At the end of the trapline and it was empty August turned to make his way back when—
	“HELP!”
	A voice in the cold.

*

Kristy Needs an “A”
	It wasn’t far but he knew that voices traveled so caution was the norm.  He needed Ted but figured Ted was “busy” tagging Melody, and as soon as Cinnamon warmed up he’d try boffing her, too.
	“I hear you, call out again.” 
	“Here, over here!” the voice was close but had an echo.  There was only one place that gave an echo in the area.  August trudged thru the knee deep snow to overlook a small crevice in the landscape.  It spanned some fifty feet across at the widest tapering at the ends of which were a little over a thousand feet from the center.
	It was five hundred feet down, too—from the center.
	Peering over August saw there was a small ledge; there, too, was something of a cave.  The cave was interest, all caves were as within caves were the strange symbols August believed held the key to the entire network of to the New World Doorways.  It was a thought, anyways.
	The cave would have to be investigated later for hanging on the ledge was a girl!

	She was fourteen.  Nice butt, good titties, trim, and just a little confused.  A sprained ankle, head full of mythical monsters, scraped knees and other assorted abrasions most accompanying a sudden plunge into a new world, a bolt of fright propelling one thru a small dank dark cave to bright light and then the suddenness of nothingness when existing and having to cling for dear life on the edge of a short ledge.
	So her fright was real, she was greatly concerned for her well being and horribly thankful for the rescue.  The concept of “parallel” universe, New World, alternate reality was a bit much for the fourteen year old to cope with and understand.
	At the cozy cabin she began to calm down some, but needed a second cup of hot cocoa to make that happen.  August told her of the New World concept but it would take a little while to fully be comprehended.  In the meantime, August delved into her noggin to unravel any tasty tidbits of useful information.
	Naturally she had a narly story.
	Naturally!

*

	Summertime blues.  
	It was for sure for certain that Kristy Samholt was going to have the Summertime blues; her parents had the entire Summer vacation scheduled; there was a trip to Grandmas, some big crack in a southwestern state that was real famous, and a cruise at sea sponsored by some famous world renowned mouse—who had movies and his own tv show.
	And Kristy was failing Science.
	She wasn’t so hot in History, English, or Math, either.
	She was good at Gym, though, the star pitcher for the girls softball team.  Barely did she manage to pass History, she did fairly well on English, and only by miracles did she manage Math.
	But Science was another matter all together.
	And it had come down to it no longer mattered even if she managed to pull an “A” out of her butt and Ace the final exam—she was destined to fail the class and that was that.  
	Make-up tests—combined scores equaled D-.
	Extra credit—combined scores equaled solid C.
	Extra-extra credit with Good Behavior, Attendance, and overall pleasantness got her another solid C.
	Combined with her regular class exams, pop-quizzes, and Try Hard attitude all wasn’t going to cut her any slack in Passing the class.  She needed a “C” to stay on the ball team and not have to go to Summer School—which would seriously fuck up her parents’ Summer plans.  She was in a spot.
	It was time for begging.
	And when the begging didn’t net her any “B”s it was time for the ultimate extra-curricular activity.  It was a last resort but Kristy was willing.  She had heard “rumors” and usually didn’t take much stock into rumors, but then a close friend of hers had the same dilemma the previous semester; she was going to fail the class and have to spend her Winter break studying with a tutor—which would foul up her plans to go skiing for the winter break and that just wouldn’t do.
	The girlfriend submitted to the extra-curricular activity and Passed the class.  Kristy learned from other girls faced with failing the class that they, too, had done likewise and were Summer School free.
	But still, it was a toughie. 
	But then she just had to remember the cruise line tickets had already been purchased and were non-refundable; reservations at the hotel by that big crack in the ground in that hot as hell in the summer southwestern state (you know the one); her grandma was expecting them and so on and on so.  
	Kristy Samholt was in a spot.

	Mr. Lee looked over the gradebook with a shaking head glance.  
	“No way.” he said, “It’s Summer School, Kristy, I’m sorry.”
	No one was sorrier than Kristy.  She sighed and looked sorrowful, downtrodden, dejected.  Mr. Lee went on with the same speech he had given before during such sessions—about her Try Hard fortitude was good but her Efforts were lacking; her attention to the class work lacked her full attention as her work on the pitcher’s mound gained her full concentration.
	There were no more options.  There was nothing she could do to make up the grades needed in order to pass.  Kristy cringed at the mere thought of having to confront her parents.  She wasn’t a lair, she couldn’t make something up, and she couldn’t skip Summer School as when she came back to school in the Fall she’d be ousted and a whole new mess would greet her rather than her friends and new teachers.
	“Ok,” she said reluctantly, “maybe something else.”
	“There IS nothing else, Ms. Kristy,” said Mr. Lee, “I’m sorry.”
	Kristy twisted a lip and leaned against the great oaken desk cluttered with books and papers (and the infamous gradebook that held her very life.)  She maintained her stance there for a moment while Mr. Lee leaned back in his chair—anticipating?
	Slowly Kristy angled her butt an inch or two Mr. Lee’s way, then leaned down more.  Then, with extreme caution and slowness she reached her hand back to her teen butt and gave the left cheek a rub.  Her eyes locked onto Mr. Lee’s dark eyes—conveying to him, ‘okay, ready for extra-extra credit.’
	Mr. Lee got the subtle message, furled his lips and lowered his head some so as his eyes could look over the top of his glasses.  He was a nice man, and DID cut students breaks where needed; he was a good teacher and Kristy realized that while trying to study the life cycle of butterfly or the components necessary to lift a rocket into space she was actually thinking of how Mary Sternburger stood at homeplate and how was the best way to strike her out.
	Kristy nodded her head.  Mr. Lee took his eyes from her eyes to her butt, then traveled them up and down her body.  Kristy rubbed her butt some more, inching it closer to him.
	The chair squeaked and Kristy suddenly felt a little pressure in her butt, her anal tract specifically—she had to fart.  Bad timing, very bad timing.  Clenching her cheeks she hoped to squeeze the pesky bubble back in and it would dissipate.
	Mr. Lee sat up in his chair and opened a bottom desk drawer retrieving a piece of paper.  It was blank on one side but had in large block lettering TESTING IN PROGRESS  DO NOT DISTURB on the other.  It was placed on the small security window on the classroom’s one door; the door was shut/locked and Kristy’s fate was sealed.
	The class had windows on one side, they were at a downward angle with aluminum siding as some sort of odd 1950s architectural design.  The classroom was cool—and empty.  Mr. Lee returned to his teacher’s chair, popped his neck and stretched in a sitting position.  It wasn’t clear if he got a whiff of foul odor or not, he was smiling and ogling Ms. Kristy’s body.
	Kristy wasn’t sure exactly how to proceed.  The door was locked and no one could see in—she was alone with her teacher on the very verge of submission for extra-extra credit.
	“Are you ready?” asked Mr. Lee.
	The looks of her Mother and Father when would tell them that the Summer plans would have to be canceled ‘cause she would be in Summer School put her head to nodding, “yes.”
	She rubbed her butt and moved another inch closer…

	Kristy’s eyes looked over the messy desk, Donna Faye had an “A” on her test papers, Daryl Franks and Margeux Gains had “A”s.  Julie Mu and CC Pool had “B”s.  
	The gradebook revealed the whole truth, the horrible truth that other than she herself, only one other student had initially failed the class, James Casum.  But James Casum didn’t give a shit about his grades, or school and it was unlikely that he would come to Summer School, so he’d be held back a year.  To James, he didn’t care, didn’t give a shit.
	Kristy did care, she DID give a shit.  She didn’t think she be spanked for the fuck up, but it certainly would put a crimp in her style—no ball playing, no dating, no friends, and a whole hell of a lot of studying.  She didn’t know how much money her folks would lose out on the non-refundable reservations but she was sure that it would probably be taken out of her allowance.
	Mr. Lee’s hands caressed her ass, thighs, and sides.  He stood up behind her pressing himself against her, his black hands snaking up her torso reaching to her bra cups.
	Now, Kristy Samholt was not a virgin—NOT.  Not so long ago she had been helping out at a local hospital with a party for the young children in the children’s ward when she noticed a young fellow who was not having such a great time.  He was in a wheelchair and Kristy soon learned from a nurse friend that the boy had been in a car accident—actually struck by a car and that with no insurance both his parents were working very hard and they lived three hours away—so they didn’t get to come to see him very often.
	So he was sad.
	Kristy made him glad.
	When he was able Kristy was allowed to take him out of the hospital, though still in the wheelchair.  She became his friend, they talked baseball mostly and it was good to have a friend.  One day they were out and Kristy had taken him to the nearby park by the hospital, at the far end (of the park) was a semi-secluded pond where there were ducks and such.  It was peaceful and tranquil and without facilities.
	“Kristy?” Luke said.
	“Yeah?”
	“I-I gotta go.”
	“Oh, okay, too much for ya, huh?” she had hoped that daily excursions would help him feel better.
	“No, no, its not that,” he replied—he was a sweet boy, almost eleven—in two months, and Kristy had some sort of repore with him.
	“What is it, then?” she asked.
	“I gotta pee.”  Badly.
	The nearest facility was WAY back the other way at the OTHER end of the park.
	‘Crud.’
	‘Shit.’
	The boy had been holding it for awhile in hopes that the need to go would settle and come later when at the hospital—or closer to the park’s bathroom.  But the urgency had increased and he had to go.
	Sandy brown hair, simple face, small ears, shy, and knew a lot about baseball.  He had managed to come to one of her games and it was a treat for him, Kristy had dedicated a pitch for him and struck out three girls as a result.
	She liked him, he was just three years younger than she (at the time.)
	“Well, I-I don’t think we’re going to make it back to the restrooms.” Kristy said in honesty.  
	“I know I’m not.” Luke replied in earnest.

	“Think you can go here?”  it was pretty isolated and out of the way.
	Luke looked around and in desperation nodded, already there was seepage he could feel in his underwear.  But being in a wheelchair with sore hips and bad legs/knees/ankles standing wasn’t going to happen—not on his own.  But the need to pee superseded the embarrassment factor; Kristy helped her young friend to stand and sheltered him with her body askew of him.  Quickly she looked about to ensure security, then said, “Ok.”
	Luke, though, was already peeing.  He was in a non-regulation/non-hospital street clothes, his own clothes his parents had brought him for his out of hospital excursions; fumbling with his pants button and zipper created a slight mishap.
	“Aw shit.” He exclaimed.
	Kristy was not a cusser, she knew the words and occasionally spouted a “hell” or a “damn”, “damn it”, or “crap”, but the heavy words like “shit”, “fuck” were not on her approved list.  Not saying that she was one of those goody-two-shoes kind of girls, but she was well raised with good parenting, occasional church goer, good ethical background with accompanying upbringing.
	Luke was peeing but had wet most of his underwear freeing his anxious cock out.  The moment was for peeing though and he’d worry about the rest later.  The boy was having a hard time standing and had to lean against Kristy; she in turn helped steady him.  The boy fumbled about trying to maintain some sort of dignity while his cock pissed on the bushes.
	Suddenly, Kristy’s hand came around Luke and took holt of his penis, steadying the whizzing member, tugging the skin down to increase its overall size.  Luke pissed away and it was a good hearty piss.  Luke shuddered and felt great relaxed.
	Then he was embarrassed.
	Kristy held his young cock, did the customary “shake” then continued to tug and fondle.  Fondle-fondle-fondle!
	Luke liked—Luke liked a lot!
	He sucked in his breath and suddenly his cock grew!
	It grown before but now it seemed different—it was better!
	“You like that?” Kristy asked.
	“Oh yeah!” he exclaimed—typical boy response.
	The tugging led to more—Luke’s pants and wet underwear were pulled off (so as the wet undies could air dry.)  Luke liked that, too.
	“Ever see a girl naked?” Kristy asked.
	Luke responded with a head shake “no” and it was genuine.
	Kristy smiled and pulled off her shirt, undershirt, then bra.
	In the cool of the afternoon with ducks and geese making the only noise, Luke Sherman fucked his first fuck.  His lily white ass was warmed by the noonday sun, his pretty blue eyes fluttered, toes curled and cock surged as it pumped in the thirteen year old’s cunny.
	Kristy’s hands roamed all over the nude boy’s body, mostly his backside and ass.  He was a “first timer”—too bad Kristy wasn’t!  But Luke didn’t know and if he did he didn’t care!
	Being a first timer Kristy had to help him not to crush her with his weight, she didn’t mind and subtly helped “lock” his elbows to form the typical Missionary position.  A time or two he forgot; along with a time or two of his cock slipping all the way out of her pussy.
	They fucked for several minutes before Luke unleashed a torrent of what he thought was more pee.
	“I’m peeing, Kristy!” he almost shouted, “I’m peeing in you!”
	“No you’re not,” returned Kristy.  She was a little concerned about getting knocked up like another at her school was.  But she was on the Pill and would use a special “lube” that acted like a douche as well as a spermicide.
	Luke virtually collapsed onto his teen lover.  They didn’t kiss but lay still after the session.  Some ducks and geese had come close and were quacking/squawking away noisily.
	Checking her watch, “Shit, we’d better get going.”
	They dressed, Luke’s wet underwear were still wet but he put them on anyways.  “When you get back to your room tell the nurse you had an accident, she’ll help you out.”
	Luke wasn’t too thrilled with that, he wished it would be Kristy who would ‘help him out.’
	Once back to his room the “nurse” that normally helped Luke dress, undress, shower, and etc. was busy.  So Kristy DID help Luke, quickly she got him naked (again) and helped him in the shower.  During the drying process she sucked him.
	It was grand!
	It was invigorating!
	It was fucking fantastic!
	Kristy took his young member and devoured it whole, balls and all.  Her hands clamped tightly to his ass, squeezing the cheeks to his delight.  Kristy fingering herself—but she was clothed.  She sucked and sucked until he blasted his second load of sticky boy spunk but this time in her mouth!
	He didn’t care. 
	Neither did Kristy!
	The fear of being “caught” was also a thrill.
	They didn’t get caught but it was close.  Luke had no sooner blasted his spunk into Kristy’s mouth and gotten dried off, his hospital garb gown on than did the door open.  (luckily Luke had a room to himself, but it was capable of holding three other beds there just weren’t any other boys to share at the time.)
	Would Kristy have treated them to a special showering, too?
	Hmmmm
	But before Luke there had been Davy, Donny, and Ralph.
	Davy, Donny, and Ralph were—pirates!  The boys had captured their “treasure” (Kristy) and were taking her someplace special to “bury” her.  They were way inland from sea, the special place was a remote area by a rumbling but timely “dragon”.  
	Kristy was a goer, and how!  She had girlfriends but none were tomboys.  Kristy wasn’t particularly certain exactly what “tomboy” was, what it entailed or whatever; but she was more into sports, playing in the woods, exploring the woods, camping, and playing “pirates” than her girlfriends.
	They missed out.
	Kristy wasn’t into “fashions”, parties, socializing with Mom and her dippy girlfriends, playing dress-up, or other such junk.  She made a good enough effort, though, to keep the girlfriends as friends.  Kristy Samholt, though, preferred boys and boy shenanigans.
	A particular incident of “boy shenanigans” had it as Kristy the pirate treasure.  The pirate boys were the “scourge of the seas.”  The remote local was the back area of their park by the railroad.  The group had found by exploring a great place where there was dirt mound hills on three sides all tightly fitting together with heavy brush and city redevelopment debris creating a very intriguing hovel.  It was here the “treasure” was escorted, she was secured with her hands tied before her.  She tried to keep from giggling as the boys were trying to be serious.
	In the makeshift hovel the boys laid their ‘treasure’ on an old dingy mattress.  The “treasure” was clad in short old jeans and a simple “top” covering.  Each “pirate” took a moment to ogle their treasure before “burying” it; there was a ritual that entailed getting out of their pirate garb and “burying” their treasure!
	Kristy was good nature (and good hearted.)  She took on the three pirates, but only to her pussy.  The boys were contented with that and it was the only thing they all really knew how to do.  They watched one another masturbate and pee but that was all.
	Somewhere between those boys and Luke Kristy had an encounter with a boy who was just a year younger than she.  The boy had a nice house that had a pool.  When no one was home Kristy and the boy skinny dipped in the pool then had sex in it as the topic of conversation was discussed about the inability for sex to happen in the pool.
	The boy was proved wrong.
	Kristy Samholt wasn’t a slut but still…

*

	Her pants had fallen to her ankles, her panties tugged down to fully expose her ass.  Casually she had always wondered what a cock that wasn’t nine, ten, eleven, twelve years old would be like.  She assumed an older cock would be more pleasing—maybe.  She had no real idea.
	She was curious, too, about “other” sex acts—being butt fucked was one.  She clung to desk and waited.  All she knew that it better be worth it and she’d better Pass the class!
	Behind her Mr. Lee caressed her ass; Kristy herself had undone her jeans after Mr. Lee took up position behind her.  With the pants down the man took pleasure of caressing her ass, sliding his hands inside her white/flowery panties.  Soon the panties were tugged down enough to expose all of the ass flesh.  Mr. Lee freed his erection and ran it up and down the girl’s crack, poking her hole (that was virginal) and gouging the pussy (that was not.)
	Kristy fretted—it helped pay less attention to what was going on behind her.  What if Mr. Lee DIDN’T pass her?  What if he did his thing with her and then reneged?  That would suck.  Could she go to anyone?  
	No, not really—she’d be ratting herself out as well.  She saw a whole cascade of problems starting with the basic fact that she was failing science.  It would be her word against his, lots of teachers were being busted for having sex with their students—but still…
	Mr. Lee’s cock made a more reverent effort to prod her very virgin asshole.  Kristy clutched the desk and waited, she tried not to “clench” so tight her bung hole but it was an involuntary response.
	She felt her panties move to her knees, Mr. Lee’s cock gouged her cunny and then began humping her butt cheeks.  Kristy hoped that “once” was all that would be required.  And she sure as heck wasn’t going to suck him!  If he were younger—maybe.  She didn’t care that he was black, he could be Chinese like Mr. Woo or Mexican like Mr. Nunez, it didn’t matter.
	Mr. Lee’s hands moved up her sides slipping inside her bra cups, his cock had nestled against her sex.  What had it been like for the other girls?  How many students had he offered the extra-extra credit?
	A slight tingling sensation began seething in Kristy’s cunt, she wanted to finger herself.  Mr. Lee had begun caressing her breasts, squeezing the small fourteen year old mounds before tweaking the nipples.  Then,
	“Turn around,” he said, “it’ll be easier if you turn around.”
	Kristy was a little nervous.  She knew that “turning” around presented herself more.  She was going to get fucked.  Oddly, she DID recall some science—that correlation part of early man and animals and that thru the process of evolution the human female sex part was “moved” in such a way as to allow intercourse via the Missionary position rather than the animal “doggie-style”.   
	Once turned around her panties had worked themselves on down to her ankles.  Mr. Lee checked her pussy and eyed it for a long while all the while he masturbated.  Kristy was a little embarrassed, but closing her eyes she saw her disappointed parents and even her grandmother of whom she was supposed to spend two weeks with.
	Kristy sighed.
	“Can you take off your pants and underwear?” Mr. Lee was saying.
	The question caught Kristy off guard.  She thought about and then followed thru, kicking off her shoes and then working her jeans and panties off her ankles.  Mr. Lee seemed pleased and returned to eyeing her pussy.  He then stepped up to her gouging his cock against her non-virgin cunt.
	“Virgin?” he asked already noting the young teen had “lips.”
	Kristy gulped, blushed, and felt flushed.  Her stomach was knotting up and she wished it wasn’t happening.  Too late to turn back, though.  She nodded, “no” and leaned back on the desk.  She was going to get nailed right on the desk!  Wow  How many OTHER girls had he nailed?
	Once naked totally Kristy was vulnerable—very.  Mr. Lee stroked his manly manhood and Kristy couldn’t imagine what it was going to feel like.  She wished he would put a condom on, she had taken her Pill—her mother had gotten the prescription—it was the new norm for most girls “just in case”.
	Before anything else, though, Mr. Lee went to his knees to take an up close and personal view of Kristy’s cunt.  He was smiling.  He very seldom smiled—unless he cracked some corny joke none of his students understood.  Kristy opened her legs and felt ill.  This was a mistake, it had gone too far, she knew her parents would be disappointed and possibly angry, but they would have gotten over it.  
	Well, maybe.
	The repercussions and disappointment would last a long-long time.
	A cut in her allowance, forget about socializing, privileges, and other assorted perks she had come to be accustomed to.  Life at home would suck.  And speaking of suck—that was what Mr. Lee did, SUCK her pussy.  Kristy twisted and tensed up, it was a new sensation for her and she wasn’t sure she liked it.
	But she did.
	She quivered some and marveled at the experience.
	Mr. Lee licked/lapped/sucked the teen girl’s pussy; nipping the lips, clit, and driving his tongue DEEP past her labia; his hot breath seemed to tantalize her, too.  Kristy clung to the desk and felt the stirrings of orgasmic bliss seething thru her young body.  Her nipples had perked up and the desire to be “fucked” filled her.
	That desire was fulfilled moments later when Kristy was brought right to the brink of cumming off.  Mr. Lee stood and pressed the head of his manhood to her sex.  Slowly entry was made, Kristy was out of her mind—young cock, fingers, pop bottles with long necks, and an occasional vegetable thrilled her, sure; but a MAN cock was something else entirely!
	An uncontrollably shiver cascaded throughout her body, she couldn’t see the cock going into her as her eyes were locked onto the black man’s dress shirt and his tie tac which read:  #1 Dad.
	“Just relax.” he cooed to her.
	That was easy for him to say.  Kristy felt a strange unique feeling in her body, she felt like she needed to pee before she realized it was an orgasm—and the man wasn’t even half way in her!
	Mr. Lee eased half his black mamba into the girl’s sex, pulling out to lay it against her crevice and then back into her again until he was in fact ALL the way in.  The nude teenage girl twisted this way and that, her pussy gripping his cock like a snake pulling in its pray.  He began to pump, Kristy lay down on the desk pushing off books and papers; her pretty eyes of blue bulged, her nipples peaked and she squeezed her hips to meet his slow thrustings.
	Soon Mr. Lee lay down against the girl in a sort of holding manner.  Kristy herself clutched the sweaty near nude man; his black schlong slamming ALL the way into her pussy in a searing rhythmic manner that indeed brought her to the brink of orgasm—and then some.  The feeling was more than unique, she had experienced similar episodes of orgasmic bliss before with boys but…

	Suddenly Mr. Lee went into hyper-drive and began furiously slamming himself into her sex.  Kristy felt the transmission of intense orgasmic delight—as well as cum from her lover.  He pumped feverently for several seconds after the primary blast of lust.  His emission filled her and leaked out to pool ‘neath her ass.  His mighty dong pulled out and spewed another wad onto her midriff.  His eyes fluttered and he was soiled with sweat.
	Kristy was exhausted and still felt the strong need to pee.

	It wasn’t quite over, though…
	After a brief rest Mr. Lee went to caressing Kristy’s titties, squeezing the mounds and having some sort of odd bemused look about him—squeezing her melons like they were some sort of “melons!”  His schlong had gone typically flaccid and dripped with cum.  A great quantity of his man spunk had soiled her pussy, inside and out.  Kristy beyond hopes the anti-pregnancy pills worked.
	A smile was etched (permanently) on Mr. Lee’s face, the man was contented—very contented; and after a few linger moments of teenage titty squeezing he stood and transferred a notion of “turn over.”
	Kristy was dazed and though lo she wanted to pull up her clothes and head to the girls’ gym, shower and then throw up, she turn over on the desk.  Mr. Lee adjusted her, having her feet on the floor with her body against and on the desk.  The black science teacher then took to caressing/kneading her near lily white-white ass.
	Moments later and he was licking her crack, the hole, and fingering same.  In a flash Kristy knew what was next.  Sodomy.  Anal intrusion.  Back door banditry.  Old fashioned Butt Fucking.
	She herself had tried the BackDoor treatment, sodomizing herself with the insertion of long necked pop bottles, toilet plunger, and small flashlights.  None of which gave her a good sexual feeling and left her with an incredible UNcomfortable feeling.  But maybe with a “cock” the rear end treatment was different?
	She was about to find out.

*

Sit Down  Shut Up  and Fuck!
	She snuggled close, shivering some but otherwise ok.  It was a good feeling—both ways.  Strange that the girl who was not “controlled” should have such feelings of security.  She well enough understood that she was a kidnap victim but was “at ease” with it all—including the sex and attempted sex.  She knew that as soon as she was “broken-in” Auggie was going to fuck her.
	Brad and Jason had fucked her; Auggie had made futile attempts; young Jill required a little more breaking in before full vaginal entry into the nine year old could be called successful.  That went for her backdoor/asshole, too.  She was, however, sucking him, and that pleased him (it grossed the young girl out but she tolerated it just the same.)
	Mostly she snuggled/cuddled.  And although Auggie liked it, enjoyed it, he couldn’t figure it.  A check into her mind revealed nothing; in most cases the Victim would be conniving ways to escape—but not Jill Victim.  Most Victims would have nothing to do with their kidnapper except for what the abductor wanted or demanded.
	Jill was different—way different.
	Auggie saw in part that it was for further punishment of her sister, the one who had come too late to pick up her—the one who had made her wait in the rain.  Other than that there was nothing to explain the non-attempt at escape.
	Auggie was further awed when it was discovered, though, that young Jill preferred it better when it was just the two of them!  In a way, he did, too.  But he wanted more than anything to FUCK his first captive; when rivers of his cum spilled out her pussy and asshole, THEN he would see about returning to just himself and the girl.
	Before that could happen, though…
	Brad and Jason got “workouts.”
	Jason was the one mostly embarrassed.  He had accepted his sex fate, screwing his sister was kind of cool, but also awkward.  Both sibs understood their situation and predicament and accepted it.  Neither wanted to be spanked or tortured in any manner nor wish to bring undue mistreatment to any of the others.
	So Jason fucked his sister.
	Brad, too, was embarrassed, but at a mere seven it passed easily enough and he was actually kind of “jazzed” about going nude.  The boy took to the task of “fucking” well enough, too—and like Jason, it was awkward having to do such a thing to his own sister; but Brenda made it easy for him.  She wasn’t keen on being fucked by the other boy, Jason, and was less thrilled with Auggie.
	After the boys had done the girls until they were exhausted, the boys took a rest and watched as the girls did unto themselves and each other.  That is to say the girls sitting on the bearskin rug fingered themselves—they sat with their legs open wide, Clarissa sitting up getting after it while Brenda laid out on her backside legs open wide “getting busy.”
	Thereafter, Clarissa was commanded to “lick her out.”
	Clarissa at thirteen well enough understood the command.  She had to get on her hands and knees, ass up/face down.  She flicked her tongue to Brenda’s hairless poon and licked.  Auggie meanwhile caressed the teen’s ass, patting it with some umph before taking liberties himself of licking the girl’s crack and hole.
	Then while Clarissa continued licking Brenda’s cunt—Auggie plugged the teen’s crap chute for an intense butt fuck.  His balls slapped furiously as his cock buried itself to the hilt.  Clarissa was in a little torment from the assault; her mouth engulfed all of Brenda’s cunt.
	Suddenly, the torment was over and the man pulled out shooting his man-juice all over the near lily white ass.  A great gob of man spunk there was; Clarissa’s funk hole slowly closed shut spewing out some man juice that had been spilled within.
	“Alright,” said the man, August, “whoever licks her ass clean can go.”
	Jason looked astonished, he had to think it over.  Clarissa attempted to rub her searing ass(hole) but had her hands slapped away as she would have inadvertently smeared the spunk spilled on her tush.
	In no way was seven year old Brad going to lick the cum spew.
	Jason thought about it, “You mean, “go”, like--”
	“Yeah, out the door and off you go—if you lick her ass clean.”
	Jason gulped and shook his head, ‘no.’
	‘What about sucking my dick?’ August’s cock was presented but kinda of coated in brown matter.  Brad quickly shook his head, “No way, man.”

	Clarissa was then directed to Jill.  Jill sat on the one piece of furniture in the one room cabin, her legs spread wide open, ass at the edge of the wooden frame.  Clarissa went to work while Brad and Jason took turns sodomizing her.
	Brenda lay on her back watching.  She watched as the man washed off his cock then came back to sit beside her.  Jason was directed to come over to straddle the girl’s face while Brad came over to lick Brenda’s cunt and asshole.  Brenda assumed the P.E./gym “bicycle” position; her mouth filled with Jason’s balls while he jerked off spewing his young spunk juices onto her body and shooting some onto Brad’s face.

	Once in the mornings, once in the afternoons, once in the evenings—Jason and Brad fucked Clarissa, Brenda, and Jill.  Jill was often first but not always.  The girls got nailed between their legs firstly and that usually in the mornings, then in the afternoons just before the afternoon/daily dump, the girls assumed the position of one kind or another and spread open their cheeks to receive a cock to their poop chute.
	In the evenings it was back to their poons.
	August was there, too—mostly he was able to stuff Clarissa and usually did her after Jason and Brad.  And though lo Brad was too young/small for anal penetration, Jason was not.  He was a mere ten but with a greased tube steak and well greased anal rim, August buggered the boy at least once every other day.
	For Brad, the boy sucked August’s cock.
	Both boys sucked and butt fucked one another, along with spanking and being spanked.  August spanked the boys as they lay across his bare lap, then had the girls come and do likewise with the addition of licking the boys’ cracks, sucking on their balls, then standing before the boys fingering themselves while one of the other girls rendered spankings.
	It was a way of life, a new life.
	Still, though, vaginal entry to Jill was a slow process.  If it weren’t for the “feelings” he had for her he would have boffed her long ago.  But there WERE feelings for her, he didn’t want to hurt her, just make love to her.  His cock yearned to plunge into her sex, but she wasn’t ready yet—and despite all the fuckings from Jason and Brad, Jill’s cunt remained unyielding to August’s powerful prong.
	New dick--older dick was in order.  A twelve year old?  Maybe a thirteen year old cock would have to be “acquired.”  And since there wasn’t any around he would have to go out and find some.
	Road Trip!
*

The “A” that counts
	There were fifty gold/yellow stars one way with fifty gold/yellow stars the other making up the total of two thousand five hundred stars to complete the one by one square field.  That was one tile, there were 20 tiles along the sides; 80 tiles then along the outer edges; that made 400 tiles in the ceiling with one million stars!
	(is she right)  the classroom a 20 by 20 square, one foot tile ceiling squares with the little gold/yellow star designs
	Mr. Lee’s fudge packer was ALL the way in her; it was highly uncomfortable and she guessed only a GUY got the joy out of doing a girl in the butt—along with in the mouth.  Kristy hung on, sometimes the desk, sometimes with her hands at the back of her knees holding her legs back enduring the incredible intrusion to her asshole.
	Suddenly Mr. Lee began to pump faster, Kristy assumed the “end” was near.  She held her legs back, her back hurt, asshole very muchly hurt, and it was all too incredible to believe.  Had the other girls endured such abuse?  And more importantly, had they PASSED the class?  
	Since there was no “scandal” and Mr. Lee still taught the class of science, it was supposed that they had.  Or maybe they hadn’t and were too embarrassed to confront anyone about it.
	Lee pulled out and squirted massive squirts of his gooey jiz all over Kristy’s cunt and belly.  Kristy eased her legs down.  It was over.  Wasn’t it?  She hoped.  He had fucked her pussy, titties, and asshole.  Her asshole hurt the most, she couldn’t move—even if the stupid fire alarm were to go she could do nothing more than lay on the desk and be consumed.
	Mr. Lee plopped down into his chair.  A great wave of embarrassment came over the naked Kristy, she barely let her mom see her naked let alone her dad.  She was okay with being nude in the gym and showering, but that was different.
	“Mind if I keep these?” Mr. Lee said scooping Kristy’s panties up from the floor.
	Kristy sat up and felt the nudity-embarrassment level rising-she tried avoiding direct eye contact with the near naked man’s naked man parts.  
	“Uhm, sure, okay.” she said.  Was it over, then?  Slowly she eased off of the desk and began collecting her clothes.  Mr. Lee applied her panties to his soiled cock, wiping it clean.  Again she tried to avoid watching him, see him naked.

	The concept of being fucked by the black man (who was her science teacher) was a toughie.  She never imagined she would have sunk so low to engage in sexual relations with a grown man—especially one who was about her dad’s age!
	Kristy stood putting on her shirt, her back to the naughty man behind her.  Suddenly she felt his prong against her still unclothed ass.  Down between her cheeks it went, his hands up and down her sides.  Nothing was said; Kristy stared at the door and felt the need to bolt.
	Mr. Lee’s cock gouged up and down her crack; her asshole still hurt—badly.  Then, she was turned around.  A wave of fright began to swell in Kristy, it had gone too far and her emotions were beginning to quiver.  Mr. Lee had a stoic face but was somewhat serious.  Gently, though, he took her hand and placed her fingers about his cock—it was stiff again.  He had been sitting cleaning his cock watching her as she had put her shirt back on.
	Slowly Mr. Lee moved Kristy’s hand up and down his manly cock, squeezing her fingers about his prong.  Then Kristy found herself being gently “pushed down” to her knees.
	‘Holy shit!’ she exclaimed to herself.  She knew—she knew exactly what was expected.  The man was a cad.  An asshole.  A jerk.  A bastard.  Kristy settled to her knees, knees on her pants she hadn’t gotten back onto her body.  Her asshole itched and she wasn’t sure if it was her asshole muscles or the severe need to take a dump.
	Closing her eyes she opened her mouth just so.  Mr. Lee’s cock touched her lips and Kristy couldn’t believe what was about to happen.  She wasn’t a prude about cocksucking, but a cock that had just moments earlier been pulled from her crap pipe?
	Just as the foul black schlong made head-way into her mouth there was a knock on the door.
	“Janitor!”
	“We’re busy!” bitched back Mr. Lee.
	“Ok, I come back later!”
	“Dumb ass cant read!” replied Mr. Lee shaking his head.
	Mr. Lee’s cock had popped back out of Kristy’s mouth, Kristy felt ill, her asshole hurt, she wanted to throw up.
	Then the cock was back in her face, pressing into her mouth.  The gag reflex filled her; she felt the need to hurl, to retch, gag, and ultimately spew chunks.  The foul organ filled her mouth; it was hot, it pulsed and throbbed and began inching its way to the back of her throat.

	Although Kristy knew how to suck, Mr. Lee helped by moving himself back and forth.  He put a hand to the back of her head to help out further in the cock suck.
	Only a few “pumps” and the cock was out; it flopped up against her face for a good hump there.  Then in motion Mr. Lee stood back some, gently pulling Kristy up.
	“One more time.” he said to her.
	‘Huh?’
	Mr. Lee goaded the hapless naked teen back onto the desk.  She said on the desk, laying back with her legs spread wide and once more the science teacher entered her sex.
	Kristy felt awful.  It was mind blowing, boggling, and incomprehensible to digest.  How had it come to such a misfortune; how had it come so far?  In her mind she saw again her parents and their disappointment in her.  Her grandma would be disappointed, too; she was old and not long for the world and the two weeks Kristy was to spend with her could be the last.
	She could handle the loss of allowance, but the recovery of her parents’ disappointment would be tough.  They would eventually forgive her, but forget?  
	Pursing her lips she lay on the desk while Mr. Lee made full entry into her sex.  Turning her head she saw a photograph, a family photograph—Mr. Lee’s family photograph; his wife, three children.  Of the children the oldest was a girl in her teens, high school.  The other two were boys.  
	Lee made noises, sex noises, as he managed himself into Kristy’s cunt, he pulled most of the way out then plunged quickly back in to the base of his cock.  He smiled, then grimaced and shuddered as his orgasm exploded exponentially sending the man into an incredible fuck spree.
	Kristy clung to the desk and received a minor orgasmic bliss from the ordeal.  Mostly she wanted it to be over.  The man fucked and fucked, drilling into her pussy with unbelievable force.
	Finally he achieved the ultimate goal.
	Even after he continued pumping; sweat dripped off of him onto her naked body and she was sickened.  Desperately she wanted to go to Ms. Grisswold, her counselor, or Mr. James the security chief, or anyone she saw and rat out Mr. Lee.  
	Lee pulled out and plopped back into his chair totally exhausted.
	Kristy remained laid out on the desk with her pussy clenching; man juice oozed out of her cunny and she was ill.

	There was no one in the girls’ gym but there was some girls playing tennis, running track, and doing gym stuff in the gym.  Kristy peeled (again) out of her clothes and virtually collapsed in the communal shower.  She hurled.  Lunch, breakfast, last evening’s dinner, everything spewed out of her—she felt horrible for having sunk to such a low level.
	Then she was a little angry.
	“Fucking bastard!” she bitched.  She let the water drench her until she was a little better.  Her legs were weak and it was a long walk home.

*

	“I think these were first, and these ones were added later.”
	It made sense, sort of.  But why?  And still, by who?  From what could be learned already, the symbols were NOT actually catkin.  They were similar, but there were subtle differences that made them less catkin-ish and something else all together.
	Did it have to do something with the elusive “key” he had spent so long in searching?  He needed more information—information that was beyond him to comprehend.  A library would be nice, or some underground facility that would just out and out explain the whole catkin parallel world phenomenon.
	“Do you think this is how we come into this world?”
	“Could be, but I’m not sure—could mean something else entirely.”
	August held the light of the lantern up to go over the symbols once more, on a writing pad Melody carefully mapped the symbols; they were similar in that of symbols of the ancient Egyptians in their temples and writing.  But unlike the Egyptians who scribed their writings on huge walls, the symbols were in a cave on a 4-foot in diameter dias.  
	Melody shook her hand as it began to cramp up.
	“Take a break.” August told her.  He sat the lantern down and stretched out his legs.  Melody sat down the tablet and pencil and sat opposite him.  It was a little cool in the cave, but not cold; the entrance/exit  to the cave was some fifteen feet straight out.  
	August flopped his feet bumping against Melody’s.  The width of the cave was no more than six feet.  Melody flopped her feet back and soon it was a flop-fight with the two pressing the bottom of their snow encrusted boots together.  Melody smiled and giggled; August liked her, she had a good personality and was naughty on her own.  That was a plus!

	The concept of being trapped in a parallel universe wasn’t too much of a stretch for the teen, she accepted it as she saw all around her the truth.  She maintained some hope of making a return to her Birth World, but wasn’t upset if she couldn’t.
	After much ado of foot frolicking August made a play for her and brought her to him.  Melody had no problem with this and sat on his lap; she squished his hard-on while he fondled her titties.
	Soon they began to kiss (passionately) and paw at one another until they began to shuck themselves out of the one-piece catkin overall.  Neither wore underwear which was not necessary as the catkin coverall kept them nice and toasty.
	The bite of cold did not effect them once their clothing was off; their passion escalated with Melody straddling August, taking his cunt pleasing manhood into her cunny.  Melody shuddered as she was filled; her pussy clenched about his organ as she settled down onto him; their mouths met and encompassed one another with searing passion.
	Melody was good—and just what August needed.  With Melody he could sink every inch of his love tool into her special crevice.  He enjoyed his frolicking with Cinna, sure, but she was too young—too small a crevice to “take” him fully.
	Melody began to hump, ferociously.  August clamped his hands to her darling teen butt and thrusted deep into the girl; their bodies meshed, lips locked and orgasms were the thing.
	August began to shudder and his love cream began to blast.
	Melody trembled all over, clenching her young womanness about the manhood in her body.  The apex of their unionship began to reach pivotal heights when…

	It sounded like stone grinding against stone.  Stone grinding against stone in some deep hollow hole.  Slowly.  Very slowly.  And it was loud, too.  August thrusted his loins once more, strained and began to cum the last of what he could; Melody arched her back; they lay meshed on their sides, arms and legs akimbo.  Melody was spent, so was her lover.
	‘Give me a minute (or two) and we’ll do it again.’ was Melody’s conveyance.  Then she heard the grinding stone.  August heard it, too.  They sat up and looked all around; August opened the lantern shield and strained his senses to gather information.
	It was the dias, the great symbol circle on the back wall of the cave—it was moving!

**

	Minute movements could be detected, crumbling stone dust from around the very outer edges of the stone circle that was 4 feet in diameter.  August noted small blocks that were tapered butting to the symbol circle.  In the center where two catkin creatures; who resembled tigers stood with spears crisscrossing facing one another, there was a glowing.
	No other symbols were glowing.  Just the two tigers.
	For no other reason than simply “just because” August touched the glowing tiger symbols.
	Melody held her breath.
	August’s body tensed up; his heart stopped when the great stone circle stopped moving.
	“Oh shit.” he breathed.  Then, “Quick, go to entrance, see if anything’s changed!”  Melody struck off nakedly to the cave entrance.  August had a sinking feeling.
	“Everything’s the same!” shouted Melody from the entrance.
	“The cabin still there?” August shouted back.
	“Yes!”
	That was good.
	Melody made her way back and began fitting herself back into her clothes.  August did likewise then turned his attention back to the circle of symbols.  The center symbols still glowed.  August had Melody make note of the “notch”—there, too, was a matching notch on the stone circle that had moved.  The stone symbol circle had moved almost two inches.
	Slowly August began running his fingers along the outer edges of the stone circle, he used his nose to sniff, too.  Melody knew that he was checking for air currents.
	“Anything?” she asked.
	August shook his head.
	Melody farted.

The Chamber

	After giving the girl a glaring look (but he wasn’t angry) August PRESSED on the stone circle of symbols.  And it moved.
	A great gush of air bowled both August and Melody over, the air was deafening and neither could hear the other screaming.  August lay on Melody, protecting her for the full five minutes that the air escaped.  When it was over August peered beyond the stone.

	Darkness.  The absoluteness of the lack of light.  Advanced Dark.
	The air was stale, but not musty.  
	Quiet; dead quiet.
	The lantern didn’t help, placing the lantern into the dark abyss seemingly extinguished the lantern itself!  August pulled the old fashioned object back and there was light.  He gave a long look to Melody.
	“Yer not going in there?” she questioned.
	August knew better, he had been in similar situations of like before; traipsing off into strange places and losing contact with those he had been with prior.  And then there was the loneliness, he cared not to think of those “dark” times and once more quickly suppressed them.
	He’s intent was not to go “in there” but that was what he did anyway.
	There wasn’t much space between the stone circle and the rim/lip of the cave wall but he managed.  Melody handed him the lantern, it didn’t help, he handed it back.  He wished he had a rope, but it was too late to send for one now.  
	“Say something.” he said.
	“What?  Huh?  What?”
	“That’ll do, don’t hurt yourself.” then, “Just keep talking, I can hear you.”
	“Just don’t go too far.” she warned back.
	“Uh-huh.” he was curious; too curious.  Long had his “curiosity” led him into the Unknown.  But that was just human nature.  He sighed, adjusted his nut sac, then took a step.

	The air was still “dank”, stale, and dark—damn dark.
	“You still there, Mel?”
	“Yes.”
	Her voice was close but had an echoy resonance to it.
	“Keep talking.”
	“’k, uhm—wh-what do you see?”
	August turned his head to her direction, “funny.” then, “There’s nothing, nothing to see, or feel.”
	“Can you hear anything?”
	August paused, then, “No.”
	Squatting down he placed his hand to the “floor.”
	Cold stone, or some such stone-like surface.
	Re-thinking, August stepped BACK the way he had come, a wise idea.  He found a wall.  ‘Whew.’  Breathing a sigh of relief he moved his hands until coming to the rim of where he had come.

	“Are you coming back in?” Melody asked.
	“No, just checking.”
	His options were Left or Right.
	He chose right as he was “right” of the stone circle.
	Inches in movement along the stone wall; it was strangely smooth, cold, but not damp.  With the absoluteness in darkness he strove to utilize his other senses; hearing and touch.  Neither, though, provided him with any adequate resolve.
	“You still there, hon?” he asked.
	“Yes, are you?”
	“No, hon, I’m not here.” he replied sarcastically.
	“Sorry.” she giggled.
	‘It’s alright, you’re blond, couldn’t be helped.’
	“What’s that?” she almost heard his thoughts!
	“I’m moving on, along the wall.”
	“Ok.”
	There was silence for a moment, or two.  
	“I’ve come about six feet.”
	“I’m still here.”
	“Is that center symbol still glowing?”
	“Yes.”
	“Let me know if there are any changes.”
	“Will do.”
	August carefully as possible inched his way along until suddenly…

**

	Night and day
	It was like stepping from Night into Day in one millisecond.  The transference was a little mind-boggling if not disturbing.  Behind him from whence he came was a veil of inky darkness—boiling/rolling clouds of pure darkness.  Creepy.
	Beyond the veil was a room, a large semi-illuminated room.  He had been in similar locales before, when acquiring various catkin gear to aid him in his travels.  This room, however, was different.  It was a little darker, for one; the walls were not “cave-like” but smooth stone.  The light, or that that there was came from recessed holes along the edges of the floor and where the ceiling and walls met.  August guessed the room to be fifty feet square.

	There, too, were what could only be described as sarcophagi, five of them.  They seemed to be “a part of the floor” as there were no seams and the sarcophagi seemed to sweep up some five feet from the floor surface.  Each coffin was a mere six feet in length, four feet wide with a depth of same (four feet.)
	None were ornate in any manner, no markings or “symbols.”
	If there was a “lid” it was a secret.
	At the far back of the chamber were differing sarcophagi, these were cylinders, sci-fi in nature, a small glass where the “head” of the occupant would be; the structure was of metal and coated in a frosty layer of ice.
	There was too much frost covering the window to the pod to tell if anyone was within although August had a pretty good idea.  He had come across similar “pods” before, they were for the containment of catkins who were in “suspended hibernation”.  Why and for how long was still a bit of a mystery, but his catkin mate, the mother of Cinnamon and Pepper, explained that many of the catkins were fearful of the Dogkins—their dreaded enemy.  Once the catkins who had fled Katonia Prime and settled on Parallel Earth, they created multi-universes to thwart the Dogkin Armada who had followed them across the universe.
	Even with the multitude of universes in the parallel world of Earth the catkins were not satisfied and created another manner in which to elude their enemies.  Catkins were known for their patience, Dogkins were not.  It was thought that after a while—a LONG while, the Dogkins would move on in search of other prey.
	The catkins were in hibernation, most of them, with a few who remained to keep the “systems” of the parallel Earth universe going—environmental systems, life support, and that rot.  It wasn’t known exactly how long the catkins in hibernation would remain so.
	There were no doors, no ladders.  No boxes of “goodies”, either; as August had found in other similar places.  A moment longer was spent in the spooky chamber then he returned to Melody.

	Melody was scared out of her wits,
	“I heard something.” She said when he finally re-appeared at the secret cave door.
	“What?”
	“Voices.”
	Crud.