April 14th, 2004

surya

Chaos working XIV

Part XIII

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I was wakened by a hand on my shoulder. Above me stood Sam, the satyr. Night had fallen, but his grin was radiant, stretching from ear to ear in accomplishment. His short erection bobbed just over my forehead, and I had to limbo out from under it.

I slowly rolled over and looked to where he had been building the bridge. As I looked, I figured I must still be asleep on the forest floor, for before me was a well-made bridge, spanning the river I had slept beside.

"What happened here?" I asked, not wanting to insult the satyr's skill, yet not wanting to believe that he had managed to turn that lump of roughly carpented logs into such a bridge.

The satyr smiled. "Yeah, it doesn't look quite the same in this light, does it?"

"Oh, I get it! It changes shape when night falls!"

The satyr looked at me perplexed for a moment, then his face broke into a grin. "No, not at all. See, the water has nymphs in it, and they helped build."

"So why were you building the bridge so slowly, and all alone?" I asked.

The satyr's face broke into a grin. "Don't you know anything? They're Union! They only work at night!"

I stared at the bridge a moment longer, but Sam grabbed my arm. "C'mon," he said. "The moon's going to rise, and we need to cover a lot of ground."

"Where are we going?" I asked, curious as to where I needed to go with a satyr with a short erection. "Do we need another bridge? I no longer have my axe."

His grin turned mischevious. "The Satyr's Romp." It was a statement that had no argument.





To be continued. . .

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Other parts:

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V
Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X
Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV
surya

Chaos working XV

Part XIV

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He began to pull me through the trees, moving quickly down a path only he seemed able to find. Branches whipped my face and legs, and we picked up speed as we ran through the forest. We must have run, stumbling, for ten minutes before I remembered the Seven League Boots.

"Sam, hold up!" I called, as I pulled back on him. "I can get us there faster."

He stopped, asking, "How? Do you have magic boots or something?" He laughed at his joke.

"Actually, I do. Seven League Boots."

The satyr's jaw dropped. "Where did you get those? Last I heard. . ." he looked around quickly, peering into the darkness. "Last I heard, Erebus had those!"

"He did. I have them now. I have a few friends who know some secrets."

Sam almost looked frightened. "You couldn't have said this during the day, could you. Well, you'll be safe once the moon rises, so long as you hang out near the fire. Do you know how to work them?"

I laughed. "I've gotten the hang of it. It's a bit like riding a bike, except I'd never taken a step in Boots like these before. My first step brought me to the edge of the water, on the opposite shore from you. After that, it was all normal steps, like now. I figured them out while taking that step."

"Most people don't understand them at all." Sam said. "Erebus sure didn't. We knew because we'd see a shadow fly by on a cloudless day, and we knew he just hadn't figured out how to stop. Are you positive you're safe in them?"

"Positive," I said, nodding. "Here, hop up on my back, point me in the right direction, and let's go, okay?"

"Sure thing," said Sam. "Turn a bit more to the left. . . Yes, there."

With that, he climbed onto my back. I slid my arms under his hairy knees and got ready to step forward. Suddenly, I felt the need to ask something.

"Geez, Sam, could you put that thing away for even a few minutes? You're poking me in the back. I don't appreciate it."

Sam's laughter echoed in the night. "You know, you're pretty up-tight for a Chaos Magician." I looked up ready with a snide remark, but it died on my lips when I saw the satyr had put on a cowboy hat that his goat horns poked through the brim of.

"Dude, you'd better count your blessings that I have a good sense of humour," I said. "How far?"

"You'll see it. Getty-up!"

Growling and mumbling about how much I resented this, I took a step forward.





To be continued. . .

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Other parts:

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V
Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X
Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV | Part XV
surya

Chaos working XVI

Part XV

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I watched the world speed by quickly, feeling myself going slow. Again the world whipped by, as I sought to set my foot on the ground. Suddenly, just to my right I saw a light appear, and knew this was the place where the Romp would gather. It was right next to the fire that I set my foot down, and Sam hopped off my back into the fire ring.

"All right, ladies! The life of the party is here!" he called. I looked around, and saw nothing but the fire and a ring of benches. It reminded me very much of a drumming circle, but without the instruments or the players.

"Sam, are you sure this is the right place?" I asked, as I looked for any sign of a romp. "I don't see anyone 'romping'."

Sam smiled. "I'm sure everyone else is a bit startled at our arrival, that's all." He seemed so sure, that I knew he was probably right. "Hey, guys! Come on out!" he shouted.

A rustle in the bushes startled me, and I reached for a log from the fire. I lifted it with both hands, holding the cool end while the coals smoldered on the other end.

Sam stepped behind me, hefting his hammer. "I know it's cliché, but you go first," he said, a slight smile on his face.

I started slowly toward the forest. The shadows were long, and seemed to have a life of their own. I started to wonder if something hadn't changed in this sane, uncomplicated world. The shadows danced around the light from the embers on the log I held.

Suddenly, the forest errupted into a loud cacophany of screams, whistles, and cries, and the clearing filled as if a dam had burst. Figures tall, short, and everything in between flooded the clearing, laughing and shouting, pulling at my clothes and hair.

Finally, I was overwhelmed by the creatures swarming around, and was pulled flat onto my back. Large creatures stepped over me, as small ones ran across my legs and chest. One of them, not paying attention to where he was going, planted his foot inside my nose, and fell face first onto the bridge of my nose. I caught a glimpse of his face, blackened with paints and soot, a red hat hanging roughly off his right ear. He grinned at me, showing his sharp teeth that were defined more by the missing ones than the ones that were there, and pushed off my nose to catch up with his friends.

I looked over to Sam, and was disgusted to find him still on his feet, laughing and joking with the creatures, his obscene erection bouncing with each explusion of air his laughter forced.

The eddy of creatures finally slowed, and I propped myself on my elbow, looking around me. Some of the creatures had broken out insturments and were playing on drums, pan pipes, and one of them even had a saxophone! I stood, brushing myself off, and started to walk toward the satyr to try to get an explaination.

As I stepped over a pair of fairies engaged in a weird contortionist bout of love-making, Sam saw me. He grinned his stupid grin, waved, and went back to talking to a pixie who was apparently passing him a joint. He took a puff, smiled blissfully, and gave me a giant thumbs-up. I was about to shout something very obscene when my vision was suddenly replaced by a pair of beautiful blue eyes. I was suddenly caught in an embrace, and was dragged into the center of the circle, near the bonfire.

A hush flew across the clearing, and I felt everyone back up. I was still enraptured by the eyes before me, refusing to look away for reasons I don't fully understand. Finally, my captor stepped back, and I was able to see her fully in the light of the bonfire beside her and the moonlight above.

What she looked like, I don't remember. She was vastly different than anything I had ever seen before, and I don't expect I shall ever see anything like her again. She waited expectantly for me to do something, but I was frozen. Finally, some pixie must have taken pity on me, for I heard a light, airy voice in my ear whisper, "Fool, ask her to dance!"

I extended a hand, and we began to dance.





To be continued. . .

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Other parts:

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V
Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X
Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV | Part XV
Part XVI