Ultima IX: Coming To Again (MF, cons, magic, immobilization, computer
game
fanfic, heroic fantasy)

by Christine "Green Leafy Dragon" Indigo (christineindigo@juno.com)
(ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/christineindigo/)


DISCLAIMERS AND DISTRIBUTION RIGHTS:  Ultima and all of the characters
in this story belong to Origin Systems and Richard "Lord British"
Garriott
(and I hope that both of them take this in the affectionate spirit in
which
it was intended), but the story itself belongs to me.  You may add this
to
any noncommercial electronic archive and/or repost this to any free
newsgroup/forum/BBS/whatever, as long as my name and this disclaimer are
not removed.  This story has explicit sexual situations, so if you are
under 18, go away.

NOTE: This story, which was written a week before UIX was released, was
inspired by speculations about one of the plot elements that Origin had 
leaked while the game was still in production.  It was not based on the 
finished game itself.

***

Tansfora the Avatar circled the transparent red dome that held Shamino's
body, looking for a small hole.  According to the parchment that he
had left for her at the Lyceum, it would be used to start reviving
him.  She found the hole behind a wad of cobwebs and, following
the next instruction on the parchment, she inserted the ankh that she
always wore around her neck into it.  The dome dissolved and reformed
into a platform that was as broad and long as a barn door, with Shamino
lying face up in the center.  Its weight caused the dusty old floorboards
of the room to creak.  The Avatar mounted the platform, her knees
sinking an inch into its soft surface, and examined him.

He didn't look much older than he had looked when she had last seen
him, many decades ago on Serpent Isle.  Then again, she thought, he
had already been more than 800 years old by then, without ever looking
any older than forty.  Even if he had waited a hundred or so years
before going into suspended animation, it wouldn't have made much of
a difference.  He had, however, apparently waited long enough to grow
the blond queue that ran down over his shoulder and halfway down his
chest.  He was dressed in his usual faded-but-neat forest greens and
browns, and his arms were crossed over his chest.  He looks different
every time I return to Britannia, she thought, but he always turns out
to be the same old Shamino.  It's just like dear old Shamino, she
continued thinking as she read further in the parchment, to put himself
through the painful and difficult process of going into suspended
animation just so that he could be young enough to help her rid Britannia
of the Guardian when she came back.  She looked at him again.  There was
a sizeable bulge in the front of his trousers.  Powerful magics, she
remembered, such as the ones that were keeping him alive in stasis,
usually caused strong sexual arousal in humans.  She dropped the
parchment
and put her hand on the bulge, shifting his cock around until it was
lying
with its head pointed toward his navel.  That should make it less painful
for him when he regains consciousness, she thought.  She climbed off of
the platform and picked up the parchment again.

"Step Two:  There's a hidden door in the south wall, behind the brown
tapestry."  The Avatar searched for the tapestry, and found a frayed,
faded scrap of brownish embroidered fabric that was, apparently, the
one that he had been referring to.  The door's outlines were plainly
visible through the holes in the fabric.  "Go into the room behind the
door, and you will see a lever sticking out of the far wall.  Pull the
lever."  She stepped through the door and examined the lever.  It
had been, if the tiny holes and gouges in it were any indication, food
to many termites over the years.  She gave the lever a sharp yank,
and it broke off.  A small puff of sawdust blew off of the end of the
lever.  Horrified, she stared at the hole where the lever had been.
There was less of a quarter of an inch of wood left in the wall, which
made it too short for her to get a grip on it.  She took her dagger
off of her tool belt and jammed it into the hole, trying to wedge the
lever open, but the lever splintered into pieces when the dagger's tip
hit it.

I should have been more careful with that lever, she thought, knowing
how fragile it was.  Now, she thought further, I'll never be able to
revive him.  She retreated into the main room, climbed back up onto
the platform, and put her hand on the back of his hand.  His hand was
deathly cold.  A small piece of fungus from one of the many patches
that were growing on the walls and ceiling fell onto his face.  In a
few years, now that she had destroyed the red field that surrounded
and protected his body, the things that were slowly rotting and
destroying the room that he was lying in would slowly rot and destroy
him.  The Avatar drew her sword, determined to give him a quick and
painless death.  As she knelt on the platform with her sword raised
above his neck, gritting her teeth, it occurred to her that there might
be more than one way to revive him.

Sleeping Beauty, she thought.  It was the source of his favorite
Earth-derived sexual fantasy.  Beatrix, Amber, the Avatar herself, and
every other female lucky enough to attract his interest
had, at least once, played Sleeping Beauty with him, platform, kissing,
and all.  Maybe, knowing that his elaborate instructions for
waking him might fail, he had keyed his revivification to Sleeping
Beauty.  It was worth a try.  Sheathing her weapon, she turned his
face toward hers and kissed him.  No response.  She kissed
him again, this time poking her tongue as far into his mouth as his
closed jaw would allow.  Then, she unbuttoned his shirt and listened
to his heart to see if it had started beating again.  Still no
response.  Perhaps, she thought as she looked down at the bulge in his
pants, he needs to be kissed somewhere else.  She grinned.  Odd, she
thought.  It had usually been Dupre who had needed to be awakened with
oral sex.  Shamino had normally been up, in all senses of the term,
by the time she woke up in the morning.  She stroked his bulge with a
light feathery stroke and then started to unbutton his fly.  After
she had taken his slender and slightly curved cock out of his
trousers, she opened up his legs and knelt between them.  She then
leaned over towards his body, supporting herself with one of her hands,
and took his cock into her mouth.

After a few tentative swirls of her tongue, the Avatar stopped and felt
for his heartbeat.  It was faint, but present, and became stronger as
she continued licking his cock.  She gently sucked on his cock head, and
he started breathing again.  Her own breathing quickened.  His cock
felt cool in her mouth, like an icicle encased in chamois, and was
arousing her as much as if it had been in her pussy.  It's been a while
for both of us, she thought.  I had been fiddling with blood and bones
and unvirtuous acts on Pagan, and you had been motionlessly waiting for
me
back here in Britannia.  She wondered if it mattered which set of lips
she used to kiss his cock.  While she was flicking her tongue back and
forth across the tip of his cock, Shamino's head tilted over to one side.
He moaned quietly, which turned her on even more.  That's it, she
thought.
The warm currents that were flowing around in her pelvis had become
impossible to ignore.  She opened up her mouth and let his cock drop
onto his belly.  Pulling up her short white tunic, she straddled his
body, took his cock in her hand, and put its head between the lips of
her labia, watching for his reaction.  His eyes flickered underneath
his closed eyelids.  Silently cheering, she slid the rest of his cock
into her and began to ride him.

His cock was much colder in her pussy than it had been in her mouth.  It
was so unnervingly cold, in fact, that she lost most of her desire for
sex after a while.  Her desire to bring Shamino out of stasis, however,
remained, so she continued on.  After a while, he started to slowly raise
his loins up to meet her, and his body began to feel slightly warmer.
The Avatar rejoiced, and her passion started to build again.  Soon, it
was
close to the same intense peak as it had been when she had first mounted
him.  She sped up her movements.  A few minutes later, Shamino started
to shiver as his body temperature rapidly rose toward normal.  Feeling
protective, the Avatar leaned in closer to him.  She felt him put his
hands on her hips.  Within seconds, Shamino had stopped shivering.  His
body tensed up and his mouth opened slightly.  The Avatar knew, by long
experience, that this meant that he was near orgasm.  If he can come, she
thought, that means that he's out of, or almost out of, stasis.  She was
so close to her own orgasm that she could feel its electric currents
humming about her.  A second later, she came with a scream.  Shamino
put his arms around her and held her against his chest.  His grip
tightened as she continued riding him.  He held her so tightly, in fact,
that she thought that her ribs were going to break. Just then, Shamino
began to shudder.  The Avatar lifted her head slightly and watched him
as he, slowly, opened his eyes for the first time in decades.  He kept
them open, staring straight at the ceiling, as he came.  After he had
finished, the Avatar felt her consciousness fall apart into shreds and
dissolve into black.

***

She was awakened by a tingling sensation between her legs.  It 
sharpened and intensified, and caused her to tilt her head back
and cry out.  After she did, it faded away, leaving a warm glow all
over her body. 

"You were out for quite a while," said a deep voice coming
from somewhere below her waist.  The Avatar opened her eyes,
trying to collect her thoughts together so that she could reply.
She lifted her head up and looked down her body.  Shamino
was lying between her legs, his head at about the same level as
her pussy.  He sat up and wiped his mouth off with a handkerchief.

"The stasis magics shouldn't have passed into me like that," said
the Avatar.  "Whoever cast them on you must have forgotten to...."
Her mind fogged.  "To...."

"They probably forgot to do quite a few things.  Half the mages in
Britannia are dead, and most of the rest are either in hiding or 
working for the Guardian.  I had to use what I could get.  Speaking
of the Guardian...What did he do to you after he took you away?"

"I really don't want to talk about it.  It's not what he did to me, it's
what
I did...Death. Jumping. Mushrooms."  She sat up and wistfully looked 
him in the eye.  "I'll tell you what.  Don't ask me what I did on Pagan, 
and I won't ask you to tell me everything that you did when you were
possessed by the Bane."

"That bad?"  A shadow passed over his face.  "Don't worry, I've
already made my peace with that.  You will with yours too."  He
pulled up and lay behind her.  He yawned.  "As soon as my mind
clears, I'll tell you about what's been going on while you were
gone.  Until then..."  He dropped his head down and went to sleep.
After a while, the Avatar went to sleep too, and lay with Shamino
in spoon fashion.  Two old friends sleeping in a decaying room
in Britannia.


--
Christine "Green Leafy Dragon" Indigo, Internet/Ultima Pornographer 
and proud member of the -=UDIC=-
christineindigo@juno.com
