DENSE THING
Chapter Sixteen: A Room with a Mew
My stomach lurched as a screen of blue replaced the White. It felt like I was on a high-speed rail. Indeed, at points I did think I could see shadows of things beyond the veil- the legs of something feral, the face of something human. Each shadow disappeared after only a moment, as though I was nothing more than a gust of wind passing by them. Then my stomach settled and the blueness darkened and became material, forming actual walls of painted stone.
I was in a small room, with a bed and a desk and a lot of clutter. On the desk was a fancy-looking monitor, far cleaner and sleeker than Stanley's or Michael's. There was a keyboard with pink and blue lights. The desk was the only flat surface without piles of junk on it- scattered across the floor were package wrappers, empty cans of energy drinks, full bottles of piss, books, zines, and trading cards. I thought I saw a rare Ancient Mew card. There was also an array of sex toys- vibrators, buttplugs with tails attached, a chastity cage or two, and various attachments for a strange piston-based machine in the corner opposite the bed. It appeared to be a fucking machine, built by hand, which had since grown rusty. Next to it was another machine, this one even more nebulous in its intended use, attached to the desktop by a thick black cord.
Sitting at her desk was Ashe, in the flesh (and blood and viscera, I assumed). She was wearing black leggings and a pink t-shirt. I tilted my head this way and that to confirm that she was indeed occupying the third of our dimensions and was not, as I had last seen her, merely a sorry collection of 2-D tiles representing a person. Somehow she had done it. She had reversed the digital curse wrought by Joyce! But how? I realized that before I got any answers I'd have to answer a few questions when Ashe turned around in her chair and saw my head tilted in dumb doe-eyed amazement.
"What the fuck?! How the fuck did you get in here?" she asked accusingly, though she was clearly scared shitless as well.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. It was guy- you know that- you know that guy? You know, uh...?" I said and made an indecipherable gesture, flapping my hands near my head.
"What? Who?"
"Okay, okay- he wears a lot of black, and he used to be your boss, and he has powers. Might be God. He has this thing, it's lumpy... it's black too, kinda just looks like nothing... he used it to talk to me, and then he sent me here. He said I need to kill you-"
"What? Fuck!"
"It's okay! I'm not gonna! We got all those files from your computer in the mountain, and Stanley's dead. So everything should be fine now! I think I just need you to tell your old boss you don't want to kill a whole bunch of people anymore."
"But I do!"
"No, Ashe, no," I said, shaking my head and gritting my teeth in a painful grin, "Because then that would mean I really do have to kill you."
I stood awkwardly frozen for a long minute as Ashe's fear and surprise turned to doubt and confusion.
"Never mind," I said, "Let's try this again. Ashe, how've you been? I noticed you're not pixels anymore!"
"No," she said, "I'm not Pixels starring Adam Sandler anymore, thank God. No thanks to you or that bitch of a program you call your friend."
"Actually I call her Mistress, and I'm not sure if we're still friends. How did you, uh, reverse the curse, exactly?"
"Well it wasn't easy. I had to wait until your lesbian buddies got through massacring the shit out of my roommates, and then drag myself out of that God forsaken mountain all the way back here to my parents' old place, so I could use that machine I built to bring me back into the third dimension. They're dead, if that's what you're wondering. Died in the first Restructuring while I was away at college. Most of my classmates died too. I ended up moving in with my boss at my internship at the time. You know him- the man who apparently just told you to kill me."
"I'm not going to, though! You just need to tell him you've given up on this genocidal shit! Come on, another 'Restructuring' is the last thing we need!"
"Actually it's the first. The reason everything is fucked up now is because last time, people got killed indiscriminately. A lot of accomplished, talented people especially. This time we'd get rid of all the problematic people, that are holding the rest of us back and causing disorder!"
"Yeah, rich people died last time. Because they destroyed the planet and ruined life for everyone on it. Also, 'problematic'?"
"Well guess what. You wouldn't be scrounging around with your kinky problematic girlfriend for housing and hormones if we still had landlords and doctors!"
"What's wrong Ashe? Was your mommy a landlord and your daddy a doctor? Who the fuck builds a fuck machine at their parents' house, anyway?"
"Actually, they were both doctors because women can be doctors, whatever your name is!"
"It's Riese."
"Fine! Riese!"
The two of us broke eye contact as I tried to distract myself from my own sexism. I sat on the bed and looked around the room. My eyes landed on the rusty fucking machine again and when I looked back Ashe was gazing at me oddly.
"I hid it in the attic while they were alive, you know," she said, looking away once more, "And my sex toys used to be in the closet, I'm not a weirdo. I just haven't left this room in a while. I'm scared to. I know it's a mess."
"Makes sense," I said, "But why bring it out of storage if you're not gonna use it?"
"H-hey!" she said, flustered, "None of your business!"
I looked at Ashe. She looked back. Slowly, she got up from her chair and sat next to me on her bed.
"I was going to," she said, "But... I think I'm just angry. I... might've been wrong about some stuff. Not my code, my code was great! I've always been good at my job, I know that. But... I think I'm bad at life. I used to think I 'won' at transition. Because I'm hot, and I pass, and..."
"Yeah, yeah" I interrupted, and smiled.
"...and so on. But it feels like I'm missing something. Like... I forgot to transition into a nice person."
"Yeah."
"It just stopped seeming like it mattered. I was so focused on the code. But my code was going to kill a lot of people. It... it was going to kill you."
Ashe looked back up at me. I tried to ignore the revelation that her algorithm deemed me stupid and useless and gazed into her beautiful green eyes. Her bangs were even messier now, but the face below them was small and soft. Her eyeliner was still well done, but with a slight shakiness betraying her relatable imperfection. Her tiny mouth smiled slightly and I fixated upon her lips as we both sat there on her bed. I considered her long black lashes, took her by the hand, and kissed her. I pulled away slowly, but didn't get far before she kissed me back and brought my hand up to her tit.
I rubbed Ashe's nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I kissed her gently along her neck. When I nibbled on her earlobe she shivered in my grasp, overwhelming me with the softness of her body. She took off her shirt and I couldn't help but lap at her breast like an enthusiastic pup. She seemed inspired by the way I was gyrating there on the edge of the bed as I sucked and so she reached down to feel my crotch.
"Someone's excited," she said.
I smiled but pulled back a little. Despite my urge to do it in a way they might have shown on the Discovery channel, I was reluctant to do so with a bottom. After Joyce's death I had spent a lot of boring nights with recumbent pillow princesses, too ensconced in their own dysphoria to consider making moves. At some point I realized I was on the long narrow road to sexless lesbian marriage and had to stuff my own traumas concerning Michael and Joyce into the "deal with later" pile. I assumed a more active role in the bedroom, as I often had with Michael, but it was always a bit touch-and-go. The one good thing about almost everyone I knew dying had been the huge relief when no one left was expecting me to perform.
I looked at Ashe, who was looking back at me expectantly, her hand wrapped around my dick. I moved her hand gently and held it by my face.
"I... could we just cuddle?' I asked, lifting my hand off her breast.
"Yes, please," she said.
I laid on my side and Ashe pushed her back against me. I wrapped my arms around her waist. This time she didn't shiver in my arms but settled into them sweetly. The softness of her skin against mine actually made me shiver, and I felt that old warmth deep in my stomach. I slid a hand back up and held one of her boobs like it was a precious orb of smooth tinted glass. She moaned and pressed her ass firmly against me. She was submissive but hardly one of my inactive recumbent queens. I tapped Ashe lightly on the shoulder.
"Actually, do you mind if-"
"No, please do," she said, all her attitude and condescension replaced by eagerness.
With some effort I slid down her tight leggings and left them wrapped around her ankles. What I revealed beneath her panties turned out to be far more significant than what I had been expecting. Her two round and bubbly cheeks formed what must have been the cutest ass I'd ever caressed. Within a couple of hours I was fully drunk on the squishiness of it, rolling around on Ashe's bed with my cheeks pressed against hers and drooling like a dog.
"Hey, Riese," she said, bringing out of my trance state, "I'm totally into what's been going on for the last two hours and forty-three minutes, but I was kinda hoping since I showed you mine..."
She looked down and I followed her gaze. I hadn't even realized her dick had been out the whole time. It was small, soft and cute. It laid nuzzled between her thighs like a store of food hidden between tree branches by a squirrel for the winter. Its cuteness actually made me hesitant to reveal my own womanhood, which had gradually stiffened and now rested hard against my belly. She had probably felt it against her leg at some points. Something about the hopeful way she had asked eased my anxiety, with some help from her ass.
I realized that beneath her jaded and contradictory nature, Ashe was very similar to me. She had acted as stubbornly as I did when I was alone with my back against the wall. Even though without Joyce and Nash I'd probably be dead by her hand, or her code, the patterns of her stupidity were familiar to me. Her heart ached as much as mine. We were both damaged and afraid but she had the bravery to be vulnerable with me in this moment and let me know what she wanted. And right now she was a woman, naked and beautiful, waiting patiently for me to open my chest and let my love out.
By the time I had finished thinking it through and taken off my jeans my boner had diminished. When Ashe looked at its small softness she smiled up at me. Her reaction to its weak and dear state warmed me up inside again and I held her and kissed her again, this time while straddling her. I licked her tits and she shivered again. I pulled back and she looked up at me, panting slightly with her eyebrows raised in sweet wanting. She let out a long moan and I noticed my hardness had slipped between her butt cheeks on its own. I grinned at her and she blushed. I asked her if she had any lube.
"Oh yeah, the pile's right over there," she said, pointing.
I noticed a slimy sticky pile of a couple dozen bottles next to the bed. I pulled one out gingerly and read the label.
"Ah, 2017. An excellent year." I quipped.
"Was that a fucking quip? Would you fuck me already?"
I lifted Ashe's legs over her head and smacked her ass for disparaging my shitty joke. Then I squeezed the bottle and let some of the lube, cool and clear, drip down and decorate my dick with shiny transparency. I squeezed a couple long thin drips of the stuff onto Ashe's ashehole as well, pushing it in slowly with a finger. Ashe moaned and tightened, but there was enough lube inside her now to fuck her with my finger easily. Her hole was this tiny inviting abyss of a black eye in the center of lovely pink softness. I directed my cock to make its acquaintance and pushed the head in gently.
"Oooh fuuck... okay, keep going..."
There wasn't a great deal of it left and before long my pubic bone was bumping against her butt cheeks. I kissed Ashe gently on the lips as I pulled my cock almost all the way out. When I thrusted into her again it was much easier, and she moaned loudly as my cock slid deeply into her. She grabbed onto my shoulders as I held her hips and filled her, over and over again. Her moans grew louder and louder and as my thrusting pushed her to a frenetic tempo I slid my hand aside and rubbed the head of Ashe's dick with just my thumb like it was a clit, focusing on the spot where it met the shaft. The speed with which I rubbed increased along with my fucking and after a while Ashe's moans became shrieks as she came. I paused and after a moment caught the single drop of clear watery cum that leaked out of her. I licked it off my palm and it tasted like guava.
I wasn't done. I kept fucking Ashe until we were both sexy sweaty messes, kissing her with ever-increasing frequency and abandon. I came close to coming a couple of times but had to stop after a couple of hours from sheer exhaustion. When I pulled out and laid back on the sweat puddle we had made, she nuzzled against me with sweet affection. We laid there for a long time. She was happy and beautiful and lacking all pretension. I found myself vulnerable too and decided my exterior should match my soul's nudity. I finally took off my bra and my boobs spilled out, reveling in their newfound freedom.
"Whoa they're so cute!" Ashe exclaimed when she saw my pale tits and hard rosy nipples. She grabbed them both and smiled at me as if Christmas had come early for her. I placed an encouraging hand atop her head and patted her gently. This seemed to inspire something in her and she pushed me on my back and crawled on top of me.
"My turn," she said.
Her cute cock, which had rested so peacefully during our sex session, had stiffened and grown a bit. It was still small though and with a little bit of lube she pushed into me. I beckoned her to choke me while I absorbed her strong, short strokes. This redirected more blood to my cock, which grew hard again. I stroked it a bit while Ashe brought me almost to the point of passing out. Soon after she found herself tired, and I mounted her and pushed her back up into me. I bounced on her dick, my tits bouncing in frantic rhythm along with my hard cock, which smacked repeatedly against Ashe's belly. This caught her attention and she grabbed it with her pretty little hand, stroking my dick until I came on her chest. There was more cum this time, and it was thicker and whiter. She ate as much of it as she could reach and then I helped her with the rest.
We collapsed together once again, this time both fully exhausted and satisfied. We quickly fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning we got up with the sun and stepped groggily outside, where we took turns spraying the sweat and cum off each other with Ashe's late dad's garden hose. When we went back inside I taught Ashe how to make french toast with powdered eggs and powdered milk and powdered toast. We had sex a couple of times that day and then slept for ten hours, after which point a loose sort of daily schedule formed, with a morning fuck, a night fuck, and a midday fuck. This continued for what may have been months or years but was probably just a few weeks. I don't know, it's kind of a blur. At some point I was standing by the dryer after having just moved a load from the washer when I remembered something.
"Hey, Ashe," I yelled in the direction of her bedroom, "Did you tell your old boss that you don't want to kill anyone anymore?"
"What?" she yelled back.
I ran into her bedroom. Ashe was at her computer watching some anime about a cowboy at his computer.
"The man in black?" I asked, "Did you call him? Or text?"
"What? I don't have his number!"
"Wait, what? Fuck! He probably thinks you still want to kill all those people! Remember, like you were gonna do?"
"Oh yeah! Fuck! He probably does think that!"
"Unless he really is omnipresent or whatever... Oh, maybe if you just say it? Could you, actually?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course! Okay... *ahem* ...I don't want anyone else to die anymore, dude! I'm fine! Just keep everything as it is!"
The two of us waited, looking absentmindedly up at the ceiling, waiting for some sign or acknowledgement. When none came, my anxiety began to rise.
"Fuck!" I said, "What if he's already killed people? I have to stop him! Shit, what did he say... it's been so long..."
"It's been six days, Riese."
"Oh, really? Okay. Uhhh... oh, right, I was supposed to kill you!"
"You were? Oh, right, you were."
"Hey, Ashe, listen... could you..."
"Yeah, lemme try"
Ashe laid down on her filthy floor. She picked up a empty energy drink cans and sprinkled them on her body. Then she closed her eyes and held still for a minute.
"Um..." I said
"Wait! One sec."
Ashe grabbed a sharpie from her desk and drew X's on her eyelids. Then she laid back down in the rubbish.
"Well, thanks for trying," I said after ten seconds.
"Oh well. Maybe we can-"
Ashe's voice was suddenly muffled as a wall of blackness bisected the room. It's emergence was so quick I had no time to scream before it surrounded me and my body shot straight up into the ceiling.
I was in a small room, with a bed and a desk and a lot of clutter. On the desk was a fancy-looking monitor, far cleaner and sleeker than Stanley's or Michael's. There was a keyboard with pink and blue lights. The desk was the only flat surface without piles of junk on it- scattered across the floor were package wrappers, empty cans of energy drinks, full bottles of piss, books, zines, and trading cards. I thought I saw a rare Ancient Mew card. There was also an array of sex toys- vibrators, buttplugs with tails attached, a chastity cage or two, and various attachments for a strange piston-based machine in the corner opposite the bed. It appeared to be a fucking machine, built by hand, which had since grown rusty. Next to it was another machine, this one even more nebulous in its intended use, attached to the desktop by a thick black cord.
Sitting at her desk was Ashe, in the flesh (and blood and viscera, I assumed). She was wearing black leggings and a pink t-shirt. I tilted my head this way and that to confirm that she was indeed occupying the third of our dimensions and was not, as I had last seen her, merely a sorry collection of 2-D tiles representing a person. Somehow she had done it. She had reversed the digital curse wrought by Joyce! But how? I realized that before I got any answers I'd have to answer a few questions when Ashe turned around in her chair and saw my head tilted in dumb doe-eyed amazement.
"What the fuck?! How the fuck did you get in here?" she asked accusingly, though she was clearly scared shitless as well.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. It was guy- you know that- you know that guy? You know, uh...?" I said and made an indecipherable gesture, flapping my hands near my head.
"What? Who?"
"Okay, okay- he wears a lot of black, and he used to be your boss, and he has powers. Might be God. He has this thing, it's lumpy... it's black too, kinda just looks like nothing... he used it to talk to me, and then he sent me here. He said I need to kill you-"
"What? Fuck!"
"It's okay! I'm not gonna! We got all those files from your computer in the mountain, and Stanley's dead. So everything should be fine now! I think I just need you to tell your old boss you don't want to kill a whole bunch of people anymore."
"But I do!"
"No, Ashe, no," I said, shaking my head and gritting my teeth in a painful grin, "Because then that would mean I really do have to kill you."
I stood awkwardly frozen for a long minute as Ashe's fear and surprise turned to doubt and confusion.
"Never mind," I said, "Let's try this again. Ashe, how've you been? I noticed you're not pixels anymore!"
"No," she said, "I'm not Pixels starring Adam Sandler anymore, thank God. No thanks to you or that bitch of a program you call your friend."
"Actually I call her Mistress, and I'm not sure if we're still friends. How did you, uh, reverse the curse, exactly?"
"Well it wasn't easy. I had to wait until your lesbian buddies got through massacring the shit out of my roommates, and then drag myself out of that God forsaken mountain all the way back here to my parents' old place, so I could use that machine I built to bring me back into the third dimension. They're dead, if that's what you're wondering. Died in the first Restructuring while I was away at college. Most of my classmates died too. I ended up moving in with my boss at my internship at the time. You know him- the man who apparently just told you to kill me."
"I'm not going to, though! You just need to tell him you've given up on this genocidal shit! Come on, another 'Restructuring' is the last thing we need!"
"Actually it's the first. The reason everything is fucked up now is because last time, people got killed indiscriminately. A lot of accomplished, talented people especially. This time we'd get rid of all the problematic people, that are holding the rest of us back and causing disorder!"
"Yeah, rich people died last time. Because they destroyed the planet and ruined life for everyone on it. Also, 'problematic'?"
"Well guess what. You wouldn't be scrounging around with your kinky problematic girlfriend for housing and hormones if we still had landlords and doctors!"
"What's wrong Ashe? Was your mommy a landlord and your daddy a doctor? Who the fuck builds a fuck machine at their parents' house, anyway?"
"Actually, they were both doctors because women can be doctors, whatever your name is!"
"It's Riese."
"Fine! Riese!"
The two of us broke eye contact as I tried to distract myself from my own sexism. I sat on the bed and looked around the room. My eyes landed on the rusty fucking machine again and when I looked back Ashe was gazing at me oddly.
"I hid it in the attic while they were alive, you know," she said, looking away once more, "And my sex toys used to be in the closet, I'm not a weirdo. I just haven't left this room in a while. I'm scared to. I know it's a mess."
"Makes sense," I said, "But why bring it out of storage if you're not gonna use it?"
"H-hey!" she said, flustered, "None of your business!"
I looked at Ashe. She looked back. Slowly, she got up from her chair and sat next to me on her bed.
"I was going to," she said, "But... I think I'm just angry. I... might've been wrong about some stuff. Not my code, my code was great! I've always been good at my job, I know that. But... I think I'm bad at life. I used to think I 'won' at transition. Because I'm hot, and I pass, and..."
"Yeah, yeah" I interrupted, and smiled.
"...and so on. But it feels like I'm missing something. Like... I forgot to transition into a nice person."
"Yeah."
"It just stopped seeming like it mattered. I was so focused on the code. But my code was going to kill a lot of people. It... it was going to kill you."
Ashe looked back up at me. I tried to ignore the revelation that her algorithm deemed me stupid and useless and gazed into her beautiful green eyes. Her bangs were even messier now, but the face below them was small and soft. Her eyeliner was still well done, but with a slight shakiness betraying her relatable imperfection. Her tiny mouth smiled slightly and I fixated upon her lips as we both sat there on her bed. I considered her long black lashes, took her by the hand, and kissed her. I pulled away slowly, but didn't get far before she kissed me back and brought my hand up to her tit.
I rubbed Ashe's nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I kissed her gently along her neck. When I nibbled on her earlobe she shivered in my grasp, overwhelming me with the softness of her body. She took off her shirt and I couldn't help but lap at her breast like an enthusiastic pup. She seemed inspired by the way I was gyrating there on the edge of the bed as I sucked and so she reached down to feel my crotch.
"Someone's excited," she said.
I smiled but pulled back a little. Despite my urge to do it in a way they might have shown on the Discovery channel, I was reluctant to do so with a bottom. After Joyce's death I had spent a lot of boring nights with recumbent pillow princesses, too ensconced in their own dysphoria to consider making moves. At some point I realized I was on the long narrow road to sexless lesbian marriage and had to stuff my own traumas concerning Michael and Joyce into the "deal with later" pile. I assumed a more active role in the bedroom, as I often had with Michael, but it was always a bit touch-and-go. The one good thing about almost everyone I knew dying had been the huge relief when no one left was expecting me to perform.
I looked at Ashe, who was looking back at me expectantly, her hand wrapped around my dick. I moved her hand gently and held it by my face.
"I... could we just cuddle?' I asked, lifting my hand off her breast.
"Yes, please," she said.
I laid on my side and Ashe pushed her back against me. I wrapped my arms around her waist. This time she didn't shiver in my arms but settled into them sweetly. The softness of her skin against mine actually made me shiver, and I felt that old warmth deep in my stomach. I slid a hand back up and held one of her boobs like it was a precious orb of smooth tinted glass. She moaned and pressed her ass firmly against me. She was submissive but hardly one of my inactive recumbent queens. I tapped Ashe lightly on the shoulder.
"Actually, do you mind if-"
"No, please do," she said, all her attitude and condescension replaced by eagerness.
With some effort I slid down her tight leggings and left them wrapped around her ankles. What I revealed beneath her panties turned out to be far more significant than what I had been expecting. Her two round and bubbly cheeks formed what must have been the cutest ass I'd ever caressed. Within a couple of hours I was fully drunk on the squishiness of it, rolling around on Ashe's bed with my cheeks pressed against hers and drooling like a dog.
"Hey, Riese," she said, bringing out of my trance state, "I'm totally into what's been going on for the last two hours and forty-three minutes, but I was kinda hoping since I showed you mine..."
She looked down and I followed her gaze. I hadn't even realized her dick had been out the whole time. It was small, soft and cute. It laid nuzzled between her thighs like a store of food hidden between tree branches by a squirrel for the winter. Its cuteness actually made me hesitant to reveal my own womanhood, which had gradually stiffened and now rested hard against my belly. She had probably felt it against her leg at some points. Something about the hopeful way she had asked eased my anxiety, with some help from her ass.
I realized that beneath her jaded and contradictory nature, Ashe was very similar to me. She had acted as stubbornly as I did when I was alone with my back against the wall. Even though without Joyce and Nash I'd probably be dead by her hand, or her code, the patterns of her stupidity were familiar to me. Her heart ached as much as mine. We were both damaged and afraid but she had the bravery to be vulnerable with me in this moment and let me know what she wanted. And right now she was a woman, naked and beautiful, waiting patiently for me to open my chest and let my love out.
By the time I had finished thinking it through and taken off my jeans my boner had diminished. When Ashe looked at its small softness she smiled up at me. Her reaction to its weak and dear state warmed me up inside again and I held her and kissed her again, this time while straddling her. I licked her tits and she shivered again. I pulled back and she looked up at me, panting slightly with her eyebrows raised in sweet wanting. She let out a long moan and I noticed my hardness had slipped between her butt cheeks on its own. I grinned at her and she blushed. I asked her if she had any lube.
"Oh yeah, the pile's right over there," she said, pointing.
I noticed a slimy sticky pile of a couple dozen bottles next to the bed. I pulled one out gingerly and read the label.
"Ah, 2017. An excellent year." I quipped.
"Was that a fucking quip? Would you fuck me already?"
I lifted Ashe's legs over her head and smacked her ass for disparaging my shitty joke. Then I squeezed the bottle and let some of the lube, cool and clear, drip down and decorate my dick with shiny transparency. I squeezed a couple long thin drips of the stuff onto Ashe's ashehole as well, pushing it in slowly with a finger. Ashe moaned and tightened, but there was enough lube inside her now to fuck her with my finger easily. Her hole was this tiny inviting abyss of a black eye in the center of lovely pink softness. I directed my cock to make its acquaintance and pushed the head in gently.
"Oooh fuuck... okay, keep going..."
There wasn't a great deal of it left and before long my pubic bone was bumping against her butt cheeks. I kissed Ashe gently on the lips as I pulled my cock almost all the way out. When I thrusted into her again it was much easier, and she moaned loudly as my cock slid deeply into her. She grabbed onto my shoulders as I held her hips and filled her, over and over again. Her moans grew louder and louder and as my thrusting pushed her to a frenetic tempo I slid my hand aside and rubbed the head of Ashe's dick with just my thumb like it was a clit, focusing on the spot where it met the shaft. The speed with which I rubbed increased along with my fucking and after a while Ashe's moans became shrieks as she came. I paused and after a moment caught the single drop of clear watery cum that leaked out of her. I licked it off my palm and it tasted like guava.
I wasn't done. I kept fucking Ashe until we were both sexy sweaty messes, kissing her with ever-increasing frequency and abandon. I came close to coming a couple of times but had to stop after a couple of hours from sheer exhaustion. When I pulled out and laid back on the sweat puddle we had made, she nuzzled against me with sweet affection. We laid there for a long time. She was happy and beautiful and lacking all pretension. I found myself vulnerable too and decided my exterior should match my soul's nudity. I finally took off my bra and my boobs spilled out, reveling in their newfound freedom.
"Whoa they're so cute!" Ashe exclaimed when she saw my pale tits and hard rosy nipples. She grabbed them both and smiled at me as if Christmas had come early for her. I placed an encouraging hand atop her head and patted her gently. This seemed to inspire something in her and she pushed me on my back and crawled on top of me.
"My turn," she said.
Her cute cock, which had rested so peacefully during our sex session, had stiffened and grown a bit. It was still small though and with a little bit of lube she pushed into me. I beckoned her to choke me while I absorbed her strong, short strokes. This redirected more blood to my cock, which grew hard again. I stroked it a bit while Ashe brought me almost to the point of passing out. Soon after she found herself tired, and I mounted her and pushed her back up into me. I bounced on her dick, my tits bouncing in frantic rhythm along with my hard cock, which smacked repeatedly against Ashe's belly. This caught her attention and she grabbed it with her pretty little hand, stroking my dick until I came on her chest. There was more cum this time, and it was thicker and whiter. She ate as much of it as she could reach and then I helped her with the rest.
We collapsed together once again, this time both fully exhausted and satisfied. We quickly fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning we got up with the sun and stepped groggily outside, where we took turns spraying the sweat and cum off each other with Ashe's late dad's garden hose. When we went back inside I taught Ashe how to make french toast with powdered eggs and powdered milk and powdered toast. We had sex a couple of times that day and then slept for ten hours, after which point a loose sort of daily schedule formed, with a morning fuck, a night fuck, and a midday fuck. This continued for what may have been months or years but was probably just a few weeks. I don't know, it's kind of a blur. At some point I was standing by the dryer after having just moved a load from the washer when I remembered something.
"Hey, Ashe," I yelled in the direction of her bedroom, "Did you tell your old boss that you don't want to kill anyone anymore?"
"What?" she yelled back.
I ran into her bedroom. Ashe was at her computer watching some anime about a cowboy at his computer.
"The man in black?" I asked, "Did you call him? Or text?"
"What? I don't have his number!"
"Wait, what? Fuck! He probably thinks you still want to kill all those people! Remember, like you were gonna do?"
"Oh yeah! Fuck! He probably does think that!"
"Unless he really is omnipresent or whatever... Oh, maybe if you just say it? Could you, actually?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course! Okay... *ahem* ...I don't want anyone else to die anymore, dude! I'm fine! Just keep everything as it is!"
The two of us waited, looking absentmindedly up at the ceiling, waiting for some sign or acknowledgement. When none came, my anxiety began to rise.
"Fuck!" I said, "What if he's already killed people? I have to stop him! Shit, what did he say... it's been so long..."
"It's been six days, Riese."
"Oh, really? Okay. Uhhh... oh, right, I was supposed to kill you!"
"You were? Oh, right, you were."
"Hey, Ashe, listen... could you..."
"Yeah, lemme try"
Ashe laid down on her filthy floor. She picked up a empty energy drink cans and sprinkled them on her body. Then she closed her eyes and held still for a minute.
"Um..." I said
"Wait! One sec."
Ashe grabbed a sharpie from her desk and drew X's on her eyelids. Then she laid back down in the rubbish.
"Well, thanks for trying," I said after ten seconds.
"Oh well. Maybe we can-"
Ashe's voice was suddenly muffled as a wall of blackness bisected the room. It's emergence was so quick I had no time to scream before it surrounded me and my body shot straight up into the ceiling.
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