One Too Many
#7 of The World Over
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I'm going to keep my blurb short this time.
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Also, allow me, if you missed my previous comment, to appologize for my coldheartedness in the blurbs of previous stories. I imagine I was pretty hurtful then and I'd like to give out my appologies to the targets of my attacks. I do appreciate comments, and I guess I had been taking many of them as personal attacks against me. I will work harder to grow a thicker skin.
And so, that said and done, please, enjoy chapter seven of The World Over. I'll try to get another one out as soon as possible for a double whamie as a Christmas present for the faithful readers of this series.
Thank you.
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Chapter 7
One Too Many
That night seemed to the three of them like heaven. After so long in shitty little rooms and sleeping on the ground for weeks in the mountains, their separate apartments in the giant hover were welcomed like royal chambers. Sleeping on a soft bed for once was so relaxing Sara fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow.
Miria stayed up a little while longer, outside, on the upper deck, looking out over the desert before them as they swept over the dunes and cut through the sand like butter. Varian as well was on the top deck, and leaned close to her for support and comfort.
"Thank you," said she.
The statement seemed out of place and unnecessary, but with the spirit of it his response was a weary "Your welcome."
Sara's hover was in the storage room on the bottom floor and she had checked that before anything. Everything seemed to be there. At least everything she could remember, and so with that she had gone to bed. It was peaceful outside, and the two up top wanted nothing more than to sleep as well. Varian however still felt a little uneasy. There was something strange on board, and he didn't know what it was. It was there, he could feel it, but it was silent, like a trick the mid plays on the paranoid.
He went to bed.
That night, when she was sure everyone was asleep, Sara got up from her bed. She shuffled noiselessly out of her room and down the hall to Varian's. Her footfalls made less sound than the sweeping of the hover over the desert sounds outside, so she was safe. She raised her hand to open Varian's door and it swung open. She was about to scream when his hand quickly covered her mouth. She stopped and looked at him. His eye was wide and looked serious.
He leaned forward and for a brief moment Sara thought he was about to kiss her. How could he have the same idea as me? She asked herself. Wait... stupid psychic powers. But his head moved to the side and he whispered in her ear.
"Come with me. We have a stowaway."
There wasn't even a moment's hesitation in her mind. Her thoughts went into following Varian, who despite all logical reason was as silent on his feet as she was. He had his sword drawn and was holding himself up by leaning on the wall for support. He moved slowly, but he didn't need any speed right now. His quarry was just around the corner.
He stopped. Around the corner and through a door was Miria's room, and it was unlocked and open. He motioned his head for Sara to take the opposite side and she did so without making a sound. Then he nodded and moved slowly, signalling to her that he knew just what to do. She stayed still, waiting.
He then walked by the door as though it was just any other day. He groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"I wish I could sleep," he said, making Sara look at him with in surprise. Though she could make out something in the pitch darkness that looked like something moving. Then he closed the door, and she knew just what he wanted her to do. Hold it shut.
She fastened her hands around the knob and pulled tightly. There were no windows or exits in that room except for the door, so whoever was inside was not getting out. He's cleverer than he looks, she thought.
He made a few more noises, and though he couldn't see, as not only was it dark now, but the sound was gone as well, he wandered aimlessly in the general direction of Miria's bed. He stumbled purposely, as he detected the thing, whatever it was, trying to slip out from in front of him. He made a falling noise, oops and then trapped the thing under him. It squealed and tried to back away.
"I've got you now!" he yelled. "Miria! Miria! Wake up!"
She was only partially awake when she lit her candle and saw Varian on the floor, wrestling, or rather, pinning quite effectively, a small vixen underneath him. At first the scene was quite arousing, because the way he had pinned her was to fall on top of her and wrap his arms around whatever he touched. He had grabbed her around the arms and pinned them to her sides, and his face was pressed almost directly into her breasts. He looked very dominant right then, and before snapping into reality Miria thought he was having sex in her room on the floor in front of her.
Then the air rushed to her brain and she was off her feet at the thrashing little vixen in no time at all. She picked it up by the scruff of the neck so that it couldn't go anywhere and Varian could let go. Still it wriggled and tried to force its way out of Miria's strong macro grasp.
"Who is this Varian?" she asked.
"Sara you can come in now," he called, "That Miria, is a stowaway. I knew I sensed something extra on the hover when we got here. But she kept her thoughts to herself until tonight."
The little vixen was tearing and covering her eyes with her knuckles. "I just need to get to Girard. I don't have any money."
"Then why didn't you just ask, little weasel?" said Sara, rather ruthlessly.
"I'm not a weasel!" screamed the vixen.
"I don't care about that. What are you doing here? In MY room?" said Miria, trying her best to look fearsome. Lions, regardless of timidity, look frightening in candlelight.
"You have money. I wasn't going to take much! And I would return it! Promise! Honest!"
Such a vocabulary seemed sub par and Sara had to ask, "How old are you?"
"Thirteen," she began to cry again and tried to crumple into a ball as if in fear, hoisting her legs to her chest. Miria put her down, sensing no more will to fight.
"What are we going to do with her?" asked Sara, waiting for the chance to throw the runt out into the desert. She'd do so herself if it passed.
"Oh... she's so cute!" yelped Miria, "I'll keep her!"
Sara's mouth must have hung to the floor, and Varian only looked at her in shock, as much as he could muster anyway.
"Oh no. She gets off!" said Sara.
"I agree. At the next town we should drop her off at the authorities."
"No!" she whined. "Not there! Please! I'll do anything!"
"Ha! I meant right here. I'll toss her off the top of the hover myself! Let the desert have her!"
"No!" whined Miria, "Not there! Please! I'll do anything!"
Miria clutched the little vixen close to her in a hug. She used all of her fluff to smother the child and smiled. Meanwhile Sara could feel her blood pressure rising. Her eye twitched and she stormed away.
Varian left as well, as it seemed that any other suggestions were futile. It was Miria's hover after all. He closed the door to her room with the scene of Miria over top the vixen tickling her tummy wildly and the child rolling with laughter on the floor. He thought it cute that such a lack of anger was possible after such an act. Both stowing away and attempting to steal money. But, that was Miria. She'd probably... wait... it was better not to think like that.
Varian went off to his room and sheathed his sword. He had picked it up from the floor when he left. He shut the door to his bedroom quietly. Sara on the other hand went fuming to her own room and slammed the door shut. Now she wasn't even in the mood to do anything with Varian. It took along time for her to fall asleep again.
Inside Miria's room, when all was left alone by Sara and Varian, Miria got up and helped her little friend up as well.
"You're not really 13 are you?" she asked.
The smaller one hung her head shamefully.
"I'm 18, but because I'm so short I can get away with it."
"Don't worry little one. I won't tell. Actually, it makes this all the more pleasant." The vixen looked up at Miria questioningly. "What's your name?"
Suddenly the vixen felt a little nervous in front of the lioness. Despite her friendliness and playful nature, the candlelight was still having an effect. "It's Tarim, Miss."
"Oh don't call me that. I'm Miria. But you know, the others are right. You can't just get off Scott free here. You need to be punished somehow."
The vixen looked mortified then and stared up at Miria with a look of such fear in her eyes that it almost terrified Miria. "Please don't turn me in! I'll do anything! Anything! Please don't send me back!"
Tarim gripped Miria round the waist in a desperate hug when she was somehow comforted by a soft petting on her back, a stroking the likes of which she had never felt before. Miria led her to the bed. Suddenly Tarim looked nervous. "Miria, what...?" but she was shushed when a giant finger pressed against her mouth. Almost unknowingly Tarim grasped it and was pulled down on top of Miria, landing on her body.
"Oh you'll be punished all right. I hope you've got endurance."
With that both of them smiled, Miria more knowingly than Tarim, but that was quickly changed when the vixen was pulled close for a kiss. Miria's head must have been thrice the size of Tarim's, and her lips at least that much larger than the vixen's. But Tarim kept up, and felt herself being aroused greatly by it. If this was punishment, she thought, she'd have to get into trouble more often.
In the other room that thought was picked up by Varian, who blushed obscenely. He wished they would keep their thoughts down.
Tarim began rocking her hips back and forth on the lioness's tummy. Her short pants, more accurately short shorts looked tight, and it only took a few strokes of her ass to make Miria realized that. Her digits were too large however to strip the little one. In an effort to continue the kiss as much as possible, Tarim released all resistance and fell flat onto Miria's chest and moved her hands down to remove her tan shorts. She wore nothing underneath, thought Miria, aroused by that.
"Get up now darling," said Miria, pulling the vixen off her. "Strip."
She received no arguments about that. This little one packed quite the fevered kiss; she also sported a better body than most. As the shorts slipped from her feet and were kicked away Miria took notice of her graceful legs. Slender, though short, and finely polished muscles, as though toned through a lot of running. Miria expected nothing less. The girl wasn't very tall, maybe 4'6" or so, but she was no less beautiful for it. Her legs flowed gracefully upwards to her round waist, which also looked particularly appealing, now that Miria noticed. The tiny nether lips were aroused, and a smell rose to Miria's nose that she recognized immediately. Then the girl slipped her thumbs under the edges of her tan shirt and lifted slowly. Miria whipped her shirt off as well, and then watched as the fabric on her little friend left her breasts behind. They were fairly proportioned. Without a doubt they rivalled Sara's, which Miria liked, because they even looked slightly larger. Sara would be horribly jealous when she got a good look in the morning. Then the shirt slipped free and her naked body stood before Miria, who beckoned her closer. They were enveloped in another kiss. This one more potent and arousing. Then Miria stood and removed her underwear, which was all she wore to bed for bottoms that night.
To Tarim, who had never actually seen another woman's parts before was particularly amazed at the size of it. Though when she took another look at the macro lioness she knew why, it didn't take a very intelligent person to figure the proportions out.
Miria reclined on her back on the bed, spreading her legs.
"Take a taste, little one." Said Miria, particularly enjoying the sight of the vixen moving carefully forward.
Tarim hopped up on the bed, and edged slowly on all fours towards the glistening mound before her. Miria looked down seductively and drew her girl forward.
"Do you trust me?" she asked.
"Yes..." replied Tarim hoarsely, terribly aroused by the sight.
"Then use your arms. Trust me, I won't break." No she wouldn't. Far from it in fact. She knew what she was doing.
Cautiously the girl placed a hand on the mound. Without resistance it slipped inside, and Tarim felt the warmth and the damp insides of Mira's body squirming around her. Miria moaned in pleasure. "Use the other one! Oh! More!" she cried quietly.
Without as much hesitation this time, Tarim slipped her other hand into the folds, moving them about.
"Oh God yes!" cried Miria. "Now dear. It's time for your punishment. Ah! If you relax and let it happen, I guarantee you'll love it."
Then Miria's inner muscles clamped down, and suddenly, as Tarim tried to pull out and stimulate her differently, she found that every move she made only pulled her farther inside. A rush of fear came over her, and she wanted to scream. But her little red head was pulled in and muffled. What a lovely sight, thought Miria. A vixen disappearing into oneself is so pleasant! Then her muscles contracted and pulled the lithe body in to her shoulders, where she stopped for a moment. Her feet were kicking and Miria could feel the vixen's breath increase in rate. The lioness leaned over and stroked the vixen's back lightly, soothing the thrashing legs. Then Miria grasped her torso and shoved, pushing the little body deeper, nether lips parting wide for the passage of the vixen's shoulders.
"Oh!" Miria cried, as she felt herself stretching wonderfully.
This caused her to push hard again, so that the vixen was pressed as far as her hips, only her legs protruding now. Tarim had given up resisting now and instead was becoming increasingly aroused. Not just by the eroticism of it, but while inside Miria she got a wonderful chance to taste thoroughly Miria's insides. Miria could feel the soft, yet rough tongue rasp against her walls. Only a few more inches!
The legs disappeared a little more, and there it was! The licks were placed right on top of her g-spot, and Miria held the vixen still for a moment, so that she was able to lick the same spot over and over.
Inside Miria the vixen was rewarded for her efforts with a rush of fluids all over her body. This must mean she's close!
Oh she was! Miria reeled at the sensation. Not only was such a good little thing filling her, but also the girl was only licking her g-spot! It took moments before a huge orgasm poured over them both, one more literally than the other. With that though Miria let Tarim's legs go from her grasp and fell back. Her pussy though sucked the girl up with a wet slurp and with that the girl was deposited in her womb.
Miria's tongue lolled out of her mouth as she came down from her climax, which went on for several minutes because of the sheer excitement of having a willing partner for once.
The next morning was... different, to say the least.
Varian and Sara were up first and eating a light breakfast in the kitchen up a floor from the bedrooms. Miria walked in about an hour later with a distended belly. It didn't take one of much intelligence to figure out what that bulge was. Varian blushed so profusely that he had to hide his face and avert his eye. Sara however, still bearing a fierce anger for both the intruder and the fact that Miria took an instant liking to her, found a sick pleasure that now the little vixen was inside the belly of the 11-foot lioness, though that would change soon enough.
Miria stirred when she felt the body of Tarim squirming. She was awake and very much wishing to take a bath. Understandable, Miria decided, and excused herself to... give birth, for lack of a better phrase. After a little while longer the vixen came in, snuggled up against the leg of the giant lioness.
The first thing to be said that morning was a gleeful, "Did you guys now she could that?"
That was what set Sara off. Her eye twitched and she could feel her food slide down her throat in a sharp lump, to land forcefully in her stomach like a rock. Of course she knew. The problem was that she bore a grudge the size of this hover for it. The vixen, who introduced herself properly to Varian and Sara then, seemed like she had enjoyed being in there, and followed up her short speech with: "You should try that too!"
Varian gave her the signal to cut it out by slitting his throat with his finger, but Sara was faster.
"I have! Except I was drugged!"
"What? By whom?" asked the vixen innocently.
"By your..." she cringed, "Mother, ya little twerp." She finished off with a glare that would have bore a hole in stone. The vixen lowered her ears in slight shame.
"Oh... sorry... I didn't mean..."
"Don't even start with me kid. The first stop we make, your butt is off this hover."
"Oh no it's not Sara," intervened Miria, "Tarim can stay as long as she likes. It's my hover."
"Then me and Varian will get off. I won't have her following us. And she's staying with you then I suppose we part at Girard." Sara didn't give room for a response as she slammed her mug down on the table and stormed to the top deck. She was headed to the crow's nest, but only Varian knew that.
Varian sighed, as it was now up to him to explain what should have been Sara's job.
"I'm sorry. Sara was... for lack of a better word, drugged by Miria when we first met and then... forcibly... um... you know..." He blushed intensely, and for a moment the thought really dawned on Tarim what had really happened to her last night. Her ears perked up though and she said:
"But... you wouldn't have done that if she really didn't want to, would you Miria?" she asked, with a childlike innocence. She wanted desperately to believe in Miria's kindness, infallibility.
"Well... you see," she couldn't answer that in a way that would make things better, and sunk her head. She couldn't lie after Varian's truth telling. She supposed that it was his blessing. He was incapable of telling a lie. Or at least she thought so.
"Oh..." then without warning the little vixen darted off in the direction that Sara had gone just a moment before.
Miria was about to call her back, but the door to the upper deck slammed shut and her voice wouldn't have reached the girl anyway.
Varian then told Miria something she hadn't known before. Sara was actually straight, and that her drugs had been strong enough on Sara's system that any more could have been lethal. He also pointed out that during her high back then she had enough pheromones in her bloodstream, which is where they went, that she would have done anything that moved. Her entire body was so full of sexual drive that it had to expel the excess substance through her pores as sweat. The book of sexual activities she kept was under his bed, she had left it there in an effort to hide it, she remembered.
He was good at giving people a guilt trip.
Tarim emerged on the highest deck and looked around. She saw no sign of Sara and so had to resort to her nose to find her. After many minutes of watching Tarim pathetically scrounging around on the floor, Sara hopped down from her perch in the crow's nest and stared. It was rather awkward for Tarim to be caught sniffing the floor like a hound dog, but she picked herself up and stared back at Sara with some at least some dignity.
"What do you want?" asked Sara in a grudging tone.
"I-I-I w-wanted to... um... I wanted to s-say... uh..."
"Say it or don't. I don't give a--"
"I'm sorry! There! Are you happy now?" Tarim screamed, "What crawled into your bed and bit you?" She didn't know it, but that little phrase was a lot more than simple rhetoric to Sara. Tarim turned and left Sara alone on the deck. She hated it when people did that. Being alone made her think too much.
Then Varian's voice chimed in her head, "Being with people makes you angry though." He was speaking telepathically, something he had only just begun to explore with his powers.
She retorted with a sarcastic "Fuck off."
No one else ventured up top that day save Varian. He figured that at the very least she had had the entire day to herself. She could at least see him during the evening. He hobbled up the steps, slower than usual because his leg had started to hurt for some reason, and then came into the naturally fading light. Sara was sitting passively on a chair at the rear of the hover.
As Varian approached she pulled her legs to her chest. She had been crying, he knew it, and her eyes always gave it away. He sat down in a chair beside her and for a few minutes sat in silence. She had something on her mind, and he would allow her to say it first.
It was a while before she gathered enough courage to do so however.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, hoarsely. He smiled inwardly. So she was strong enough to swallow her pride sometimes. He wasn't out to prove it to her. He wanted her to prove it to herself.
"I don't mean to be angry all the time. I don't mean to make other people sad." In her efforts though, she sounded more of a child than herself. "I'm sorry."
He responded first with a motion towards her, but stopped short. He seemed to reconsider something, but then recovered by speaking, even if it had nothing at all with what she had been talking about.
"I would travel with you regardless. Come hell or high water."
She looked at him, lingering pain in her eyes, but then he smiled, he knew that she was comforted by his smile, always, and it was the same this time. She could feel her soul lift up again. It was probably this moment of fresh gaiety that allowed him enough time to move forward and kiss her.
His hand had grasped her chin and turned her head ever so slightly so that his lips could touch hers. For some reason though this was a different kind of kiss. Her eyes closed, so she didn't see that his were as well. It was slow, and lasted barely seconds, but when it was over, the breath from her lungs seemed short, and she was flushed.
Their chairs had seemed to be drawn closer together since the time when Varian had taken his seat. They didn't complain.
They couldn't see the sun set, but they could see the growing shadows on the horizon and the dimming of the red light on the dunes. With that image in mind, Sara suddenly felt tired, and placed her head on Varian's shoulder, which felt more comfortable than any pillow. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and then laid his head down on hers, watching, as the last rays of sunlight disappeared, and the stars were the last lights left to him in the sky.
Miria came up looking for them as she was heading for bed and found them like that. They were decidedly better off there and so she left them. Strange, Varian wasn't moving around. He must be having a good dream.