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Klide &
Huge Fiction Pages |
Klide, a middle aged Sime has many years of experience with all type of people while Huge is more laid back, preferring to experiement in other more specific areas, much to the dismay of Klide. However, the two have found one thing they agree on--and that is writing. So, together Klide & Huge have brought you the first story of their many travels. Please forgive Klide if it's too technical. Huge, of course, understands the necessity of relationships while Klide is more interested in the other side [Sigh.]
Happy Reading.
It was a dark and stormy night
when HE strode through the door, water glistening on his manly tentacles
like the dew drops of ronaplin on a Sime in hard need.
Leanna watched the way
the channel swaggered in, confidence written on every facet of his nager
as he moved. "May I help you?" she asked when he stopped in front of
her.
Rylan raked her with a gaze,
lifting an arrogant eyebrow as he registered the woman was as disjunct as
a raider in a pen full of Gens...which wasn't much at all. "Maybe you can,
but right now, I'm looking for the Controller of this
Center."
"That would be me." She straightened
her shoulder, putting on a showfield that would do any Gen
proud.
Rylan had to wonder why
she was trying to entice him with her field.
Leanna saw his question and blushed,
flipping her field to neutral, so neutral that neutral took on a new
meaning.
"Ah, well, I'm here for the
case."
"The case?"
Sudden whispers of THE CASE echoed
throughout the lobby like the sound of a raider's whip when he was chasing
down an errant Gen.
"Yes. THE
CASE."
"You'd better come to my office,
then," she said, glancing around the room, her eyes darting from person to
person as if she expected one of them to jump up and run screaming from the
room...or, zlinning her closer... toward HER room."
Rylan had to wonder just what
THE CASE was.
Leanna hurried to her office,
locking the door behind them when they were inside. The lock clicked loudly,
reminding Rylan of retainers being locked in place, just before being tossed
in a cage with no escape. Looking at the woman in front of him, the long
dark her, pale cheeks, he had to wonder if maybe the simile wasn't right.
Had he Inez been locked in a cage with no escape.
He watched her hurry to her desk.
Bending over, she dug through her files until she came out with one particular
file. Holding it to her chest, she turned and once again ran her hot smoldering
gaze over him before finally holding the file out to him.
Rylan accepted the file. "Tell
me about it," he murmured as he flipped open the file to start
reading.
Leanna twisted her tentacles
together, before going over and taking a seat close to Rylan so she could
look over his shoulder. "Well, it started about three weeks ago. This is
the fourth person it has affected so far."
"The symptoms?" he queried in
a voice as sweet as the trin tea served up on a cold winter morning to revive
the cold Gens.
"This latest one, well, as you
can see, the first symptom was like all the rest... a bad transfer for several
months."
"Ah," he said and nodded, his
brow furrowing and lips pursing like he'd just caught smell of fosebine being
served up near him as he flipped the page.
"Yes, and then... then... well,
along came a Donor and gave them a special transfer, as we've dubbed it.
We're not sure what it is. But it certainly isn't TECTON STANDARD. I know
Tecton Standard."
Rylan turns his hot gaze on her.
"I'm sure you do," he murmured and the way he zlinned her sent her intil
rising like a Gen who had just spotted a Sime augmenting at them in 10th
level augmentation.
"Tell me about the transfer and
the results."
"It started when a disjunction
transfer went wrong. And every since then, when someone has gone too long
with bad transfers, and then they have one of those special transfers from
someone at Lakeland that leave you well, you know...."
Rylan smiled slowly, his eyes
turning dark. "Yeah, I know."
"You do?" Leanna asked, shock
running through her that she finally found someone who
knew.
"It's called The Creeping
Post."
Leanna opened her mouth, again
and again, reminding Rylan of a fish out of water. Finally, she said,
"But...but.. this... this certainly isn't the TECTON
way."
Rylan smiled. "No, it's not.
But I can think of worse ways to go." His gaze swept over her, his smile
turning sensuous, reminding her of a junct when his prey had suddenly realized
there was no escape.
Rylan nodded. "Anyway, we specialize
in post and with the mysterious problems here regarding the bad transfers,
we've sent you many Donors to help. We are working on a solution. That's
why I'm here. Still, as the facts show, when your people experience one good
transfer the post that has been just out of reach creeps up on them and ...
bang."
"Bang," Leanna whispered, thinking
that sounded like the surprise you get when you wake up the next morning
with a post partner and find out it's the pen Gen you thought you'd killed
the night before.
"You might have read about these
people here at the Center in the information sent you about our problems
or from one of your people. But that's not the same thing as seeing it. At
first, with this latest patient, it was only a leer. And then another leer.
And then he started chasing anything that moved, Gens, Simes, Gnomes, it
didn't matter. We had to restrain him. He couldn't get
enough."
Rylan nodded seriously. "I know.
It happens like that."
Zlinning her again, he asked,
"And how have your transfers been lately?"
"Fine. All fine."
"You don't zlin like it." Rylan turned his full not-so-professional attention
upon her sweeping through her body like a knife through hot butter. "You
need transfer and you need it now. With a decent Donor."
"You don't mean..."
"Yes, a Lakeland Donor. It's is the only way."
"But, but I have a Donor." Leanna pulled herself up trying to look like the
Controller she was, but the trembling of her body betrayed the true state
of her need.
The sneer on Rylan's lips told
her that was the wrong thing to say. "A TECTON Donor", he snorted as he strode
across the room to open the door and bellow a name.
Seconds later the room was filled
with a rich warm Gen nager that stripped from Leanna the last of her control.
"Trembling, she begged "No, please no. I can't. Not a Lakeland
transfer."
"You can and you will. Shen, Controller I've never seen a channel as screwed
up as you are. Mosa here will take care of that, and afterwards..." Rylan's
eyes ran up and down her body, appraising and approving. "My transfer was
just hours ago," he said in a low voice.
"No" Leanna was dismayed at the lack of conviction in her voice, in her now
wildly uncontrollable field.
The Donor moved forward, hands stretched out to her in invitation. "Tell
me to my face that you don't want me." His field was a bright beacon luring
her onward like that of a pirate's ship who would lure their prey onto the
rocks... to
destruction.
Shedoni. Leanna knew she
was going to surrender. If her mind didn't betray her, her body would. It
had been months. Oh so many months since the Tecton had sent her a decent
Donor. Forcing herself to remain duo, she looked at Rylan in appeal. "Please
don't do this to me."
Rylan shrugged. "Well if you
insist on being Tecton miserable." He gestured to Mosa and suddenly the room
went dark, cold bleak. Both of the men before her became cold and distant,
zlinning as pre-gens.
"Is this what you really want?"
Rylan's lips curved into a sensuous smile as he locked eyes with her, reminding
her of a Sime waiting to strike its prey and win.
"No" she whispered. In shock,
defenses shattered, she turned to the patiently waiting Gen. "Please I do
want you." In the back of her mind she knew Controller Lansun was going to
be very displeased. But somehow this didn't seem to
matter.
Like the turning of a light switch
Mosa began to glow as he moved forward hands outstretched in
invitation.
Sliding into full hyperconsciousness,
Leanna grabbed his hands, barely waiting until her tentacles were properly
seated before making lip contact and beginning her draw.
Leanna quickly reached her top
speed drawing with a frantic desperation. Mosa moved with her, encouraging
and meeting that desperate need. The Donor was also giving her a special
something that Leanna's mind couldn't define or identtify. But she could
feel her body relax, becoming open and vulnerable to the Gen touch that seemed
to permeate every fiber of her being. As they reached the peak of shared
pleasure, Leanna felt something within her relax as a wave of hot warmth
swept her body leaving her trembling as she reached
termination.
Utterly without conscious volition,
Leanna's hands moved from the Donor's arms to the buttons of his shirt as
her lips made a deeper less impersonal contact with his.
Dimly, she was aware that someone
was picking her up and depositing her on the couch in the corner of her office.
She opened her eyes to see Rylan smiling down at her, barely restrained passion
in his dark eyes.
"How are you feeling now Controller?"
he whispered.
"Shedoni," She gasped. "This
is no time to talk. You know how I feel." Taking his hands, she guided them
to her breasts.
Bending his dark head, Rylan's
mouth fastened on hers, his tongue demanding admittance. With a deep moan,
Leanna gave herself up to a kiss that seemed to last an eternity and left
her weak and trembling. Rylan was making quick work of the buttons on her
Tecton uniform and before she knew it, the uniform was on the floor and she
lay naked beneath the gaze of this handsome stranger who had risen and was
standing there staring at her with a mask of passion on his
face.
A part of Leanna's mind was appalled
at her behavior, but she couldn't control her actions. Nor did she particularly
want to. Tearing off the couch she threw herself at Rylan, shamelessly ripping
off his clothing.
Rylan remained passive for only
as long as it took for her to divest him of his clothing. Then he moved.
Throwing her back down on the couch he began caressing her entire body with
lips and tentacles. By the time he was ready to enter her, Leanna's entire
body felt as if it were aflame with a fire hotter than the pits of
shen.
Afterwards, he cuddled her in
his arms until she returned to normal consciousness. "I have it, don't I?"
she whispered.
He nodded. "Yes I'm afraid you
do. Your body had been deprived too long."
She knew she should ask if there
was a cure, but she really didn't want to be cured. Not right away at
least.
Knowing what she wanted, Leanna
reached for him, but he pulled away. Dimly, she heard him talking to someone
about a crises even as he was throwing on his clothes. Then he was
gone.
Crisis shen, I'm the one with
the crisis. Leanna rose and staggered to the door, only at the last minute
realizing she had no clothes on. Pulling the coverlet from the couch she
wrapped it around her and went out into the hall.
The hall was deserted. She zlinned.
A channel was leaving an office just down the hall. Inran! Another Lakeland
channel. Leanna blinked as she stared at him. She had never considered him
handsome before, but now, dressed in Lakeland brown and gold, his lavender
cape swirling around him, he took her breath away.
Cape! He's going out. Shen no!
"Inran, no!" Dropping the coverlet Leanna augmented down the hall to throw
herself on the younger channel. Shamelessly, she wrapped her arms and legs
around him, kissing him passionately.
Inran moaned, his shock turning
to understanding as his attention swept through her body. "Not you too,"
he whispered as he carried her into his office and locked the door behind
them.
"Take me, Inran. Please, take
me," she begged as he gently laid her on his transfer
couch.
With a resigned sigh, Inran stripped
and lay beside her passively letting her have her way with
him.
So great was her passion that
Leanna quickly wore him out. Leaving him snoring, Leanna once again took
to the halls, nude and shameless, in her search for sexual prey. The halls
however were deserted which was beginning to irritate
Leanna.
Seeing Raleena at the end of
the hall, Leanna paused, part of her mind saying this might be a good time
to retreat. But her sexual appetite was so overpowering that she augmented
down the hall to grab Raleena and before the startled woman could react Leanna
had unbuttoned the top of Tecton uniform and was pushing it off her
shoulders.
Tearing away Raleena's bra Leanna
captured her luscious breasts squeezing them with her hands and
tentacles.
She looked up startled. Resistance
was coming from the other channel.
"You don't really want me." Raleena
was attempting to capture Leanna's field.
"Yes I do" Leanna growled resisting
Raleena's attempts to control her. "And I will have you."
"No you won't." Firmly, Raleena
removed Leanna's hands, finally gaining control of the other woman's fields,
working to damp the uncontrollable sexual drives.
It worked. By the time Raleena
had rebuttoned her uniform, Leanna was weeping. Suddenly aware not only of
her public nudity but of the enormity of what she had just tried to do, she
could only stand there weeping and trembling.
Compassionately, Raleena guided
her back to her office.
Leanna realized yes, this
person zlinned like Lakeland, but wasn't what she wanted. Looking around,
she wondered how in shen she had gotten there.
"There you
are!"
Leanna turned, and spotted Lanas
coming down the hall, his nager raging like an avenging angel who had just
found out his number one minion had turned on him. Leanna's gaze ran over
him, assessing, wondering if maybe...
At Raleena's increased control
Leanna realized what she was thinking and looked at Raleena, disgust on her
face as plainly as the disgust the Tecton showed when talking to a disjunct
channel.
"Controller Lanas," Leanna said,
trying to put on a showfield that would do the Tecton proud, but
failing.
"It's that shenned, Rylan isn't
it. He did this to you. He ruined you." Lanas sneered raking her with a glance,
making her feel lower than a nonjunct Sime who had just released and helped
across the border all the pen Gens in an all junct town.
As if knowing what was happening,
Rylan came strolling down the hall. "Hello, Lanas. Long time since we've
seen you."
Lanas turned on Rylan, his nager
shouting the anger he felt, anger that sent every nonjunct in the Center
running for the garden to escape. "It might be a long time since I've seen
you, but I've followed your path of destruction all over the Tecton. That's
how I ended up here. You and your shendi doomed Donors have been turning
my channels from the true way, the Tecton way, turning them into mindless
creatures who can't work, can't concentrate, can't do their job... You've...
you've given them the creeping post! Do you know how much shenned trouble
we go to every month to make sure our channels are shorted, left nearly
Donorless, and have their systems thoroughly thrown into chaos just so we
can keep control over them?"
Rylan nodded, his nager slowly
opening up until you could zlin the smug satisfaction like a junct raider
who'd just sneaked into a house full of Gens and kept them all to himself.
"Yes, I do. And I'm here to finally reveal that the creeping post isn't a
myth at all, but something tied to this Center located over a hell mouth.
That, tied in with the sorry transfers your district gives out, combined
with our specialty in transfers is what triggers this Creeping
need."
"Preposterous. Ridiculous. No
such thing" The District Controller swelled up in anger, his face turning
as red as Sime who had accidentally eaten a plate full of
strawberries.
"Well then, why don't we let
the channels decide," Rylan said smoothly, so smoothly in fact that Leanna
thought of that honey again, flowing over her body... which gave her ideas
as her mind drifted, her gaze going back to Rylan...
"Controller
Leanna!"
Leanna turned her gaze to Lanas,
saw the disconcertion on his face and brought her field back under
control.
"Yes,
Controller?"
"You're infected. You know you're disjunct, practically useless and it's
only the strict rigorous training of the Tecton that keeps you sane and from
rejuncting. This...this creeping post, it's against Tecton policy. You will
come with me and be remanded to a camp to be retrained."
"Why don't we let her choose, Lanas," Rylan said, his gaze turning to Leanna,
burning through her like a selyn field burned into a channel in first
need.
"Choose? Choose! What's there to choose. Of course she'll
come."
Leanna grinned, thinking yeah, she would come, was practically coming right
now looking at Rylan again. Turning her hot gaze to Lanas she smiled a predatory
smile. "The Tecton might have helped me, once, a long long time ago, but
not anymore. I choose Lakeland."
Lanas growled low, reminding Leanna of the sound a frustrated Sime in need
who couldn't get to his Donor.
"And I'm going to make it my job in life to expose the atrocities of the
creeping need, that you say is a myth."
"I'll see you thrown out of the Tecton for this, you and you," he said, turning
to look at Rylan. "And your house."
"You can try, but I can tell you that no matter how much you suppress it,
the truth will come out, no matter what you do, who you kick out, what houses
you get rid of."
Lanas hesitated, his nager fluctuating wildly as he glared at them, looking
like a Channel in a roomful of stubborn Companions who refused to release
control of their fields.
"Shen, you're just like Keon or Carre. You haven't heard the last of
me!"
Turning he stormed off. "Him
leaving is like the light of a new dawn," Mosa said, then wandered off down
the hall with Raleena, both nagers zlinning as happy as a Channel who had
just been infected with the creeping post.
Leanna looked up at
Rylan.
"You lost your job, your place,
everything today," he said to her.
Leanna's hot gaze raked him,
sending tingles off in his body, reminding him of just how post he was, post
enough that only standing this near to Leanna made him forget everything
else and act like a changeover who had just learned how to
zlin.
"But, I gained this... this...
satisfaction, the real way of things, what a channel should really feel.
And I gained you."
Rylan chuckled low, sending shivers
of delight down her spine. "Yes, you gained me, and Lakeland. Let's go to
your office. Now, let's go to your office so I can cure
you."
"Cure me," Leanna cried out,
rubbing her body against his even as she started pulling his clothes off
him again.
Rylan nodded. "Just come with
me."
Pulling Leanna into her office
he immediately spotted Inran sprawled naked on the couch, out like a
light.
"No! No, I won't let you cure
me!" she cried out and proceeded to strip Rylan's clothes from
him."
Rylan smiled. "That's half the
cure right there."
A loud snore came from the
couch.
Rylan moved over to the couch
and nudged the young channel to the floor, who kept right on
snoring.
Leanna didn't wait, but attacked
like a junct in killmode, leaping across the room and knocking him to the
couch. She started smothering him in kisses, rubbing her naked body all over
him as she finished divesting him of his clothes.
"Mrrumph," came from the sleeping
channel on the floor.
"Oh, Rylan, Rylan, I have to
have you now," Leanna moaned.
Rylan was in no mood to argue.
"Take your time," he said before fastening his lips to hers and kissing her
deeply. Running is hands down her arching back, he slipped his tentacles
along her thighs, dragging them up and down, back and forth, caressing teasing,
provoking until Leanna was weeping with her need for
release.
Strawberry petals came floating
down on the two of them.
"Shendoni, woman, what are you
trying to do," Rylan growled shaking them off him, "Poison us
both."
Leanna was oblivious as she moaned
and moved against Rylan.
Rylan rolled her over, looking
down at her thinking she reminded him of a channel who's intil was out of
control. Gathering Leanna close, he whispered, "No, my love," and begin to
work to exhaust her finding she was more than a match for him as they moved
together.
"No no no, too much," the young
channel on the floor muttered rolling over to his side, still snoring
away.
'Oh, yes, yes, yes," Leanna moaned,
and clutched at Rylan.
"Ah!" Rylan cried
out.
"Ahhhhh!' Leanna
cried.
"Huh?" the young channel asked,
sitting up.
Leanna collapsed, gasping,
still clutching Rylan.
Leanna remember the first time
she saw him, the dark stormy night and the water glistening on his arms.
Touching the ronaplin gland, she stroked it gently, thinking the storm was
past.
"How are you feeling, my love?"
Rylan asked, stroking
Leanna's body, thinking the flush to her skin reminded him of
strawberries.
Smiling dreamily up at him and
zlinning as sated as a raider who has gorged on captured Gens, she said,
"You know, from the moment you walked in the door I knew you were trouble.
But, it is a trouble that I've decided I don't mind."
Rylan pulled her close kissing
her passionately. "Don't worry, my love, was Lakeland, your trouble has only
begun."
The storm had passed indeed and
the bright dawn of a new day had begun.