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This story explains the nature of a long series of recurring nightmares suffered by a one Carl Barrett, nightmares which are widely agreed on as the motivation for his "Human Dreadnought" project. This project, initially described on weblogs visible on the Internet and then later moved into absolute secrecy, is obviously the reason why psychic and magic abilities began to appear in human beings in the late 2200's and early 2300's, primarily in Africa and Norway where, unlike in the rest of the world, populations were still growing.
It is thought that Carl Barrett titled his nightmares "Tuatha de Danaan" because that was the Irish name for fairies - and the name with which he would be most familiar. It might have been decades after this that he came to understand the true name for this species.
It is worth noting that his nightmares - at least those that were made public - became clearer and more detailed as time went on, going so far as to perfectly describe the Bollar civilization on Ke'yeppa Beta as late as 1822 AD Earth standard time. However, shortly after meeting his girlfriend Petra Maillard, later his wife, Petra Barrett, his diaries became shrouded in secrecy; after this point no more information was divulged by him, anywhere. It is widely agreed that he continued to write diaries after her appearance in his life, perhaps until his death; however, these diaries are nowhere to be found. For that matter, his body is nowhere to be found, either. Speculation is rampant concerning his fate; most agree that he died in the 2330's, conspiracy theories say he is now with the Siluvarans, or even the Cerulean Dawn, continuing his research.
The Majestic Council of 12 wishes to keep all information regarding Carl Barrett a mystery... but history has shown that the collective knowledge and cognitive abilities of the world can help solve mysteries.
Hopefully in studying this and other entries in Carl Barrett's journals which are enclosed in this file, you the reader can help contribute some research to the mysteries of who this man was, his ultimate fate, and how he managed to prepare humanity for the storm that is now upon us.
- Anonymous
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The Tuatha de Danaan
Carl Barrett sat in a chair on the 3rd floor of the Student Union, a tablet PC in hand as watched the television news and observed one woman after another coming to sit, watch some TV, and then leave. His hands moved quickly as he used the stylus to commit every woman's face, body and dress, to the screen as a drawing; except for one thing. He made their faces slightly more angular, and gave them butterfly wings. Like faeries. He never talked to these women, nor did he show them his drawings, of which there were now hundreds on his PC. Talking to women, as much as they captivated him, made him feel evil, intrusive, and just downright typical, and not in a good way. Into these meticulously-drawn women he cast his dreams of a new race of women who did not radiate the burning, sourceless hostility that singed his psyche every time his eyes met theirs here in the real world. Carl had long ago wrestled with the idea that he might have been interpreting things far worse than they were, but he had been given the cold shoulder enough times just for trying to make simple conversation that he was reasonably sure there was nothing there to contradict his assessments.
He chose to be invisible rather than be made fun of or rejected. And so he continued to draw.
And then 10:50am came along all too quickly; it was time for another class. Another class to take in an increasingly futile pursuit of wealth by means of higher education, in a world where Cassandroids were rapidly displacing people like him from the workplace.
Carl shut down his tablet PC and put it in his bag, then got up.
As he stood on his feet, however, an odd feeling struck him - so hard, in fact, that it nearly propelled him back into his seat.
What if he were to draw one of these faeries nude? The thought made him smile - but then, he asked himself, why? Sure, in the imaginary universe he was populating, faeries were kind, talkative beings who would have befriended someone like him. But drawing them nude, remaking them as sexual beings? Why do that? He might dream of women coming up and talking to him, but sex? Sure, he wanted it - a lot, no less - but that was simply going too far. He shook his head. He couldn't let himself get that far removed from reality. Carl threw the idea out of his mind and started off to class.
As he walked outside, however, another odd feeling struck him - except in this case, it made him sick with dread. Something, either hiding admist the blossoming trees of spring, or walking by him, or perched on top of the very building he had exited, was watching him. Something was going to grab him.
He nonchalantly glanced around for a moment, quickly taking in his surroundings. The chirping of birds in the trees and the din of students shuffling by, suddenly became an annoyance, as it seriously impaired his chances of hearing someone coming for him, if they indeed were. Reassuring himself that it was just his nerves that were getting to him, he briskly continued on his way to class. Nevertheless, his eyes darted about, and he surreptitiously glanced around repeatedly.
At that moment, his gaze fell upon a thick bundle of papers sitting on a light blue plastic bench. It meant little to him at first... at least, until it seemed to flicker in and out of existence before his very eyes, before it shrank down into a single, flat sheet that curled up into a scroll, the way a dying spider might wither up after being sprayed with insecticide.
Stunned, Carl approached the bench slowly, even as it warped and morphed slightly. Looking around, he noticed no one else was paying attention to this; and then he looked into the sky and saw the moon, a great dark orb in the sky, blotting out half of the sun in a partial eclipse. The moon, much larger than he ever recalled it being, was moving slowly, giving the bright yellow sun its right of way, as if the eclipse had already occurred and was now clearing up.
While his mind attempted to comprehend the size of the moon and what his might have meant, he turned to look across the sky, only to find in the opposite direction a herd of dark ink spots lingering across the heavens, blocking out the increasingly faint light of the stars.
*Bok globules... Ke'yeppa Prime...* he said to himself. Then he paused... *What in the hell...?*
Confused, Carl turned and looked at the bench. As soon as his back turned, the worn-out bench had morphed into a piece of glossy, ornately-crafted wood with a fresh-looking cushion. There were now two African American women sitting there, one wearing an odd, yellow and green uniform with a fluorescent green cap that one might imagine to be futuristic even for the 23rd century; and another was wearing a conservative black tunic with a silver sash, its entire left side covered in strange runes. Both of them were sharing the scrolled paper he had started to pick up and read.
"A T'santho Initiate?" he found himself reading aloud; before he could realize he was shocked by his ability to read the strange symbols, the woman in black looked up.
Before she could speak, however, both women disappeared, leaving behind the pitted, sun-bleached pale blue bench. Yet still, the scrolled paper remained.
"What the hell..." he muttered, looking around again. "Am I going crazy?"
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward again and picked up the paper, unrolling it to find that it was absolutely crawling with scrolling texts and video displays.
The main attraction, a display filling half the page, was two scientists engaged in a lively debate over gravitational disturbances in a sector of enemy territory which was consistent with the sudden appearance of a brown dwarf. A woman sat between them, dressed in a gold-embroidered black uniform, attempting to explain the preposterous nature of their observations. There was a smaller, minor display down below with another person dressed in a less ornate military outfit, discussing the state of the war against the Imperishable Empire...
Carl Barrett jerked his head back. What in the world was he reading?
Then he checked his watch. He had two minutes to get to class. He would have to worry about his sanity later; for the time being, there was the issue of his potential tardiness.
The paper fell to the bench with a soft thud, as a pile of newspapers again; the sun's rays returned to full strength as they chased him off to his destination.
***
Carl barely made it in time to take his place in the far corner as he usually did. His fingers trembled so much it was hard to even hit the Ultra Mac E5's power button. As the computer turned on, he silently prayed that reality would not bend itself as it did outside.
Now that he was in class, and not out in the open where his fears first surged and things went all weird, the irrational horror that was descending upon him did not lift; instead, it only got worse. He broke into a cold sweat as the all too familiar Nancy O'Keefe strolled into the classroom, squeezing by big, beefy Mark Finley who was standing there cracking jokes with Wendy Pham, another woman he had drawn.
Nancy was a presence to behold. Her bosom was ample and bounced almost freely, despite the fact that, on some days, one could make out the outline of her bra under her shirt. Today, she was wearing a white dress and, as she came around the bend into Carl's aisle, he also noticed her matching pair of low-heel thong sandals that accentuated her feet. Her long ferric hair was tied into a bun, and her porcelain skin practically glowed, even under the meager fluorescent ceiling lights.
Now this was a woman he had entertained numerous sexual fantasies about. Fortunately, though, she didn't know about them. She would never know about them. His survival instincts would make sure of that.
"Hey, Carl," she chimed, taking her usual seat next to him. "Looking forward to the photo shoot?"
Normally, when she talked to him, it was like a blessing from God. Whether he was coming out of that grueling Physics class on Monday or Wednesday, or his car needed repairs, or he was just feeling down, a mere "hello" from Nancy would make his whole day.
Today, however, that nauseating lump in his belly only grew worse. The world seemed to blur and shift slightly, his chest tightening uncomfortably as his fight or flight instinct screamed desperately for his attention. *Couldn't this soul-gripping fear wait until another day to come over me?* he snarled to himself; this was supposed to be the shining moment of his life this year, and he was fighting the urge to throw up.
He kept up as sincere a smile as he tried to reason away the unreasonable terror attempting to take his sanity hostage. "Hey, Nancy... yeah, are you still going... you know... I mean..."
She nodded, smiling excitedly. "Well of course, babe."
*Babe?* His eyebrow raised.
"I've been looking forward to today all week."
His lips suddenly curled into a much more comfortable, sincere smile, as his fears started to abate. "Really? Me, too..."
Wendy Pham then came and sat on the other side of Nancy. "Hey, Carl!" she waved. "How's your day going?"
Carl smiled at her and waved back. Wendy was shorter, but very cute; she had a rounder butt than Nancy, not that Nancy was exactly lacking. "Heya there Wendy... I'm doing okay. We're -"
Suddenly, Professor Lynn Bodeen came in and switched on the rest of the fluorescent lights; Both of them now looked absolutely angelic.
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen," she announced right away, causing everyone to turn in her direction. "Today is our first photo shoot day, and we have three rooms ready for use. We were supposed to have five, but..." She shrugged, "I've no idea what happened that the other two are closed, so there we are."
Professor Lynn Bodeen was a middle aged woman, although she seemed to be doing all the right things to maintain her youth. Her two piece blouse and skirt were long gone in favor of a maternity dress, as belly was swollen with child, having grown progressively larger during the semester; like Nancy, she kept her tawny hair bound up in a bun, although much tighter. He'd drawn her as a fairy a few times as well; like Nancy, he'd put her in a few sexual situations - mostly centering around the idea of having his head between their legs. With Nancy, he liked drawing her naked, her toes curled in ecstasy, whenever he depicted himself going down there; but with Lynn, she always had her blue or white panty hose and low heeled shoes on - his way of remaining true to her conservative, scholarly personality.
"Just remember, all nudes must be in black and white, if you plan on doing it... and no lower genitalia except butt shots."
The students nodded; Nancy smiled. Carl had no plans for nude shots, but there was no doubt that others did. He simply blew off Professor Bodeen's admonitions, hoping that she would get past these formalities and send them on their way.
As if sensing the tension and anxiety in the class, Professor Bodeen went right to the point. "Okay, now we have twelve students and three rooms, but fortunately we're doing things in pairs or threes, so we can probably still finish this in one day... two max."
She then started to read off the roster. "Okay, the queue starts with Stu and Maria. Are you ready to go?"
Maria, the jet black haired lady now sitting up front in her blue jeans and "Hello Kitty!" t-shirt, nodded. "We're ready!"
Carl breathed deeply, calmly, savoring the freedom of lightness of soul that came with his sudden outburst of anxiety dwindling away.
Inevitably, logic and reasoning had won out; it was the dreadful fear of rejection by Nancy, that had made him feel so far out of sorts earlier. He was no doubt reacting to the anticipation of her not showing up, or coming to tell him that she had chosen someone else as a partner.
Now that this was past, it was logical that his chest would no longer feel so constricted.
"Wendy?" the professor called. "Have you found a partner?"
Wendy raised her hand. "I'm with these two," she announced.
Carl suddenly froze, except for his eyes darting to the right; was this right? He was doing a photo shoot with both of them?
Nah, he had to keep those sexual thoughts out of his head. *Keep it together, Carl,* he said to himself. *This is a class full of adults. You'll never function in this world if you keep entertaining thoughts like this...*
"Okay, good," the professor continued, "you three are next up."
"Thank you, Professor Bodeen," Nancy smiled brightly and then got up. "Shall we?"
Wendy and Carl immediately stood up as well. "Lead the way," Wendy said.
Although Carl found it a little odd that Wendy would say that, what with sitting to Nancy's right and thus being the "lead", it quickly became obvious when he considered his perspective.
Nancy was the tallest of any of them, the oldest and the alpha wolf in the pack. She was on her second degree; the first was English Lit, and this one was for photography and graphic arts, and Carl and Wendy were both on their first degree; Wendy's was photography and graphic arts, which was Carl's minor. He was undeclared; but he was looking into making photography and graphics arts his major. Still... he wasn't entirely sure if that was going to be his major yet. There was something else out there that he knew should have been his primary calling... he just didn't know what it was. And like picking a mate, it was something that he was better off waiting until he was absolutely sure what path he wanted to take.
And so he got up after Nancy eased by Wendy and led them out, waving to the Professor as they went.
"So," Nancy announced as the classroom door closed behind them, "we're going to have a little change of plan, Carl."
At the same time, he noticed sunlight on the ground starting to dim; a brief glance behind him showed the moon partially blocking the sun again. His heart leapt into his throat; this just *had* to happen again, right now...
Then he noticed her and Wendy both smiling at him, and he resolved himself to try to take this as calmly and sanely as possible. Nervously, he asked, "So... what are we doing?"
Wendy explained, "We're going to do some... um... tasteful lesbian and hetero shots."
That stopped him dead in his tracks. They couldn't be serious, right? "Naw, really," he suddenly chuckled, waving them off. "I have pictures of my time in Tokyo and we were going to, you know, put Nancy and maybe you in the background-"
"No, really," Nancy interjected with a serious, commanding tone, "I want a picture of your face between my thighs, and I plan on getting it."
His mouth fell open. Where did this come from?
Okay, some of this made sense. She came and sat next to him on the first day of class, bypassing three perpetually empty seats to corner him in the back. And she always sat next to him. But that was just being plain old friendly. Where did the sexual spark come that ignited this moment?
Something was telling him that reality was changing rapidly all around him... perhaps even whimsically. Who knew what was really happening? What if he were to respond to one reality, only for his words to echo into another, where his partners had no intent to engage in sexually explicit photography... or worse, where he might be standing outside for no reason, talking to thin air?
Meanwhile, as Wendy giggled at his sudden mental paralysis, his mouth started speaking before he was ready to speak. "But... ladies... she said no genitalia nudity..."
Wendy was quick to point out, "She can still have her panties on."
Nancy hooked her finger in his and gently tugged him along. "Come on, time's a wastin'!"
Carl fought the urge to sigh; still, he resigned himself to being a helpless passenger in a canoe hurtling down the turbulent rapids of a shifting reality. The best he could do was paddle away from whatever appeared to be dangerous rocks of insanity. Smiling nervously, he followed her.
"So," he spoke up in an attempt to make sure he wasn't deluding himself from moment to moment, "what... you know... inspired this idea?"
Nancy took off her hair band with one hand, allowing her ferric hair to spill down her back just past her shoulders. "I like the contrast between you and me," she was quick to answer, glancing back at him. "Don't get me wrong, I like you a lot..." She licked her lips salaciously at him, "And this little art project gives me an excuse to... you know... play around!"
"I'm just here to make sure that we get a few pictures for class that stay within the rules," Wendy winked at him.
Carl chuckled. It didn't fly over his head that Nancy was calling the shots for Wendy, and had permitted her to have her own ideas; and that he was chosen basically to fulfill whatever ideas they had for class. From a mere classroom acquaintance to a participant in a highly sexually charged photo shoot. What a difference a day could make...
*If only this were the true and persistent reality,* he thought to himself, *and not the one with a giant half-lunar eclipse and ink spots floating among the stars...*
The mini studio was nearby, so their trip was short. The three of them walked in, turned on the lights, and then the women watched silently as he turned on the main PC and retrieved the Nikon to hook it up via USB. So far, Carl surmised, reality wasn't screwing up any further. A PC was a PC and a photo studio was still a photo studio.
Carl knew these machines best; they ran the latest Chapeau Linux and Gimp 2k5, the world's most popular photo editing and acquisition program.
"So how's this going to go?" he said, intentionally drowning out the quiet rush of supercooled fluid inside the PC - the only noise in the entire room. "Do we need to get out the black tarp as a background?"
"Umm, no," Nancy said behind him, "I think we've changed our minds again, Carl."
"Really? So what's... the..."
He heard the click of the lock; then his fear suddenly returned, with a vengeance.
"Plan?"
His heart now leapt into his throat as he forced himself to turn and look at them. What he saw, nearly gave him a heart attack.
"Oh, my God..."
Whatever had shifted reality outside, it appeared, had followed him into here and stirred things around with an egg beater all over again. There could be no other explanation for why Nancy was now standing completely naked before him, her clothes gathered in a pile behind her. Her ample bosom stood out proudly, her pink nipples hard like bullets. Her pubic hair was fiery red and sparse. She was also slightly pudgy - something he hadn't expected of someone as beautiful, light footed and sexy as her. Her legs were lickably delicious. But who cared about a little belly fat? She was absolutely voluptuous.
So what did he need to be so afraid of?
Perhaps, aside from his obviously waning sanity, it was the vibrant, violet butterfly wings now unfolded behind her back, waving gently, blowing a sweet breeze over him. Or the twin, fleshy antennae standing out from her foreheadhead
To her left, Wendy was naked as well. Her wings were even larger than Nancy's. Similarly built, she also made his mouth water.
Wendy gestured to him, "Carl... would you mind laying on your back over there?"
She stepped aside, sweeping her right arm toward the pile of clothes. "That should make a nice pillow."
This wasn't fear; it was surprise and overwhelming desire. He feared desire because desire made a monster of men. Even this understanding failed, though, to abate his rising terror. It wasn't enough to explain away this situation. There was still the fact that reality was warping all around him. It had to be. There was no other explanation. Two naked women in the presence of a nerd like him was quite the reach; but the wings? That was beyond credibility.
He gulped and nodded, walking over to the pile.
Nancy stopped him and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "You're cute, you know that?"
"I ... I am?"
"Uh huh. They're gonna love this picture." She winked at Wendy. "We're going to make sure, of course, that there are no lower genitalia shots."
Wendy walked over to Carl's other side. "Oh but it'll be such a sweet scene."
"Okay..." was all he could say. Anything else, he feared, would ruin the moment for sure. And that was the last thing he needed.
They both then eased him onto his back, letting his head sink into the softness of their clothes; then without delay, Wendy went first, standing with her feet on either side of his head.
"Oh my God..." Carl gasped as he looked up at her shaved mound and the thick, puffy nether lips pouting at him. He had been thinking to ask her about her wings... but now, that thought was the furthest thing from his mind.
As she bent her knees and descended upon him, his mouth watered with anticipation. Suddenly, he was able to relax. He wasn't in control here - they were. They wanted this of him and he was more than happy and willing to give. As Wendy came closer, her nether lips spread open, revealing the puckered entrance to her vagina. A hint of a magnolia scent teased his nose as she settled her knees onto either side of his face.
"Mmm... the floor is kind of cold..." she frowned, looking around.
"Oh come on, a little cold won't hurt you," Nancy chuckled, leaning over to look at Carl's face. "Just think about how his face will feel against your nice, bare pussy."
Wendy chuckled and caressed Carl's forehead. "Do you mind if I sit on you?"
He sputtered, "Hell no... I mean, no way, Wendy... please, by all means!"
She looked up at Nancy and smiled wickedly; then she eased herself down, sitting on her heels.
Her moist, slick womanhood met his lips, then pressed firmly, as if kissing him. The scent of her pussy intoxicated him instantly. He felt dizzy, even on his back.
"Honey," she said to him, "part your lips for me."
He moaned and obeyed, spreading her labia further open around his lips.
She sighed happily and gyrated briefly; as the stunned and amazed young man watched her hips move, suddenly he tasted a flood of wetness spilling across his tongue.
It was warm, thick and musky, tasting slightly of sweat.
Carl's eyes flew open as he swallowed the delightful fluid and gently sucked her for more.
"Oh, my..." Wendy gasped, her body jerking as she felt the tugging of suction at her insides. Looking to her side, she smiled weakly, "He's drinking from me."
Another wave of cum coated his tongue, pooling in his mouth before he drank that, too.
"Oh, don't stop," Nancy instructed. "Give him every drop."
Wendy nodded, looking down directly at his face. "Go ahead, Carl, suck my pussy and enjoy my juices."
He nodded, closing his eyes; it was arousing enough to be looking at her nice, slightly plump belly and pendulous breasts. Now all he wanted to do was drink her cum and then lick her clean when it was over.
To hell with the shifting realities all around him. Whatever oars of logic and reasoning he was using to navigate these twists and turns were useless to him now. If he was engaged in some kind of delusion, he was already in deep trouble. Whatever embarrassment and humiliation was coming, he realized, he might as well indulge and be happy for at least one moment in his life.
And it seemed that moment was going to be a most splendid one, even if it might be cut short at any second. Wendy's delicious juices kept coming, filling his mouth until the creamy stuff spilled over his cheeks, and then his forehead. Her nether lips caressed his lips, then his entire lower face.
Before long, the musky wetness was soaking him from his chin to his forehead, slick trails of cum now running down over the top of his head, saturating his hair in the scent of her.
He sighed happily and sucked some more, except now it was coming so copiously that he was getting drenched down to the neck, and some was even running down his chest.
Suddenly he opened his eyes.
He blinked with surprise.
Wendy's vagina loomed over him, her crotch eclipsing him completely; her labia were longer than his entire body. He could clearly see and hear her slick inner muscles clenching and relaxing.
"Huh?"
A thick drop of cum suddenly formed at her entrance and spilled over his face and chest; another quickly followed, drenching him in her wetness and her delightful scent.
Quickly, the light of the overhead lamps flooded his eyes harshly.
"He's ready... hurry..." Nancy's voice, now much louder, could be heard somewhere to the side.
As he scrambled to his feet, he found himself mired in something soft, white and yet all-enveloping. In a flash, he was dragged under, buried in a giant pile of cotton fiber.
"Oh no, you're gonna lose him..." Nancy's voice could be heard saying.
Wendy responded confidently, "Not a chance... I claimed him, he's mine!"
Then, just as fast, a giant finger split this world of white asunder, curling around him gently.
He jumped to get out of the way, but then a whole hand caught him.
"Got him?" Nancy sighed with relief.
"Sure do," Wendy seemed to brag.
Carl looked around, but her thumb blocked his view.
"Raina, please..." Nancy insisted firmly. "Don't waste time."
"Eralisse, he's going to be scared to death. No human from here has ever been in a faery's womb. I need to calm him down or he won't go to sleep for the process."
"Take him now and time will take care of that," the other argued.
*Raina? Eralisse?* he said to himself. *Oh, my God... who are you two?*
When his fears came back a third time, they seized his entire body and sent him into wild fit of thrashing. "Oh my God!" he wailed. "What the fuck! Lemme out of here!"
Nancy's voice insisted, "Put him inside you... please. Now, before someone interrupts."
"Enough. We owe him an explanation."
"My love... he will know when it's over."
Wendy sighed. "Perhaps you're right. I've waited long enough, I suppose."
Now fully caught in the grip of panic, Carl screamed at the top of his lungs, "Hey, what the fuck! Why are you eating me?!"
All he saw was the parting of wet, slick flesh, revealing a small hole within - puckered and flexing, like a hungry throat.
"Oh my God!" he cried, his heart racing as he squirmed in vain. "What the hell! Stop!!!"
"This is for your own good, Carl..." her voice echoed softly, but powerfully above him. Closing her mind to Carl's further pleas, she finished the deed.
Carl wailed and squirmed in vain as the lips approached him; then his voice was muffled as his head was pushed in through the tight opening. Just like that, his head was grabbed tightly, his body pulled upward into warm, wet, slick flesh.
*So this is the reality I was headed into!*, his panicked mind tried to make sense of what was happening to him.
As he looked up and realized he saw only a slick, pink throat awaiting him, but no tonsils or teeth, it occurred to him that he must be going into her vagina. But... why? What could possibly happen to him inside there?
Those questions, obviously, would be answered for certain now that the wet flesh swallowed his shoulders and pinned his arms against his sides...
Raina laid on her back and spread her legs, raising her knees. "After this harvest, we will be strong enough to destroy the entire Imperishable Empire." she repeated, reassuring herself as she looked between her legs at the small feet poking out of her; one more delicious contraction of her muscles, and her prey slid inward, disappearing completely into her vagina.
Sighing, she looked up at Eralisse. "He's inside me..." She closed her eyes and squirmed a little bit. "Mmm... he's going to make me swell a little, you know."
Eralisse giggled, crouching in front of her. "I know, and you'll look all the better for it. In a few hours, we will all be swollen with them."
Raina sighed, squirming slightly. "I don't understand why the Royal Guard objected so much to this... the Bollars are better off a part of us than... mmm!"
Raina lifted her butt off the ground and stirred her hips slightly, her cheeks flushing as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Her juices leaked out of her entrance, drooling all over the floor.
Carl squirmed and struggled to free himself, but it was all in vain. The wet flesh surrounding him continued to clench gently yet powerfully, overwhelming his strength and forcing him further in the direction he initially was pushed in. Warm, thick juices coated his entire body, lubricating him and making the trip easier. It also made escape even less likely, now that he also had to struggle against slick, wet walls as well as the strength of the muscles gulping him down. To add to the intensity of his terror, there was that slick, squishing sound of his body moving through the tight channel of pulsating flesh.
Finally, he reached a fleshy wall that stopped his movement. Now he cursed the fact that he could retain his high school anatomy lessons. The wall he'd reached, would no doubt be an aperture that would inevitably open.
And a moment later, it did.
Eralisse watched the bulge suddenly swelling in Raina's lower belly and sighed. "I hate that we have to force him to go through this." She said, turning over to get on her feet.
Gently massaging her dripping mound, Raina nodded. "He'll understand it's for his own good," she assured her friend. "But for now we need to tell the others to come."
Hastily collecting her dress, she looked back at Raina. "And while we're at it, let's go and find a nice, sunny secluded spot to finish this." She shook her head as Raina rushed over and collected her clothes.
Once fully dressed, the two of them walked out.
***
Later that day, at a nearby secluded grove behind an apartment complex, Raina and Eralisse sat reclining on the thick branches of an oak tree, watching the sun descending from its peak position in the sky.
"The trees, the faeries... the birds and sea animals... everything in the galaxy beyond this world craves to eat people," Raina lamented, her hand caressing her bulging lower abdomen, her hapless victim squirming within as her body churned him and fought him for control of his movements. "I feel so awful doing this to Carl..." She looked at Eralisse. "You can't make this situation go down easier with simple, logical differences between what they would do to these humans and what we're doing. You just can't."
Eralisse nodded. "I know. That's what I've been saying. Still... the council only had one way to handle this. We need to be stronger for this merging. We simply need more numbers, quickly."
Raina watched her belly rippling. "Dear Goddess... he's so scared and helpless inside me. When he realizes what's really happening to him, I think he'll be even more horrified..."
***
Carl was now trapped in a chamber of thick fluid, with warm flesh pressing against him from both sides, threatening to crush him but not actually following through. It was completely dark here.
Strangely enough, he could still breathe. And struggle.
***
Eralisse crawled over to Raina's branch and kissed her lips lightly. "Maybe singing to him will calm him down."
Raina chuckled. "He's going to be inside me for hours. I'll go hoarse."
Eralisse pressed her cheek to her lover's belly. "I can start off."
***
Carl thrashed about desperately in the thick fluid, now mentally blinded by sheer panic. His fists pounded against the soft but impenetrable wall above him, his elbows jabbing hard at the cushion behind him, but it did him no good. Even his knees and feet lashed out at the flesh now enveloping him, but still, nothing gave way. Occasionally, the walls would clench tightly, hugging him, making it impossible for him to move.
Then, he began to feel weightless.
The horror of it all, caused him to pass out.
***
Raina noticed when the struggling inside her ceased and sighed with relief. Now sitting up with Eralisse sitting between her legs, her arms around her older lover's body, she spoke into her ear, "He has stopped fighting. I think the changes are also starting to happen."
Eralisse nodded, pointing ahead at the college campus nearby. "They're coming."
A loud scream could be heard behind her as well. Both women looked over their shoulders at the apartment window where the sound came from.
There, through a window with open curtains, she spotted another fae, this one laying on her back with her legs lewdly spread as she greedily stuffed a squirming, wailing human large enough for her to grasp with her hand, into her vagina. Obviously willing to stand a little exertion, she gyrated frantically, forcing her inner muscles to swallow her victim mercilessly. The human woman's crimson manicured feet kicked frantically, and then slurped into the drooling opening; then her vagina clenched shut while her belly swelled. Satisfied and happy, the faery waddled out onto the patio, laid back on her victim's lounge chair, let her hands swing freely at her sides, and enjoyed the human's struggles inside her.
And just like that, the whole world seemed to explode into a chorus of moans and happy sighs.
Raina looked in the direction of the campus, but then as her head turned, she saw the streets below.
In the time that she had spent looking at the faery taking her victim on the second floor aparment patio, it was almost completely all over, everywhere.
Cars stopped on the road still ran, but did not move; while her winged sisters lay next to them, smiling, caressing their full bellies.
One was laying on her back, still working her victim up into her; the person's feet disappeared, and her womb also swelled with her new passenger.
Another faery latecomer was floating in midair, her wings flapping slowly and her legs spread widely apart as she reached down between her legs and greedily stuffed a human into herself, forcing their feet to slip into her vagina. One good, hard grunt, and her vaginal muscles gulped hard, forcing the victim into her womb with but two great, hungry contractions. Then she raised her hands over her head with a joyful stretch, rubbed her belly and watched her skin rippling with her victim's desperate thrashing, and finally flew away.
The sight of her, sent chills up Raina's spine. How many of the giant fae of the world that was to come, had eaten sentients in almost the same way, nonchalantly flying away to sleep off their meals?
This would not happen to humans.
Tonight, as Raina looked around, she felt warmed by the reassurance that, as she pondered the hell they were to lead a counter-invasion against tomorrow, the entire human race was now safe and warm in the wombs of the Fae of the Tuatha de Danaan, their bodies being changed into Fae bodies. They would become a new species, one that their equally beautiful but far more horrible counterparts would not be able to devour.
"Hmmm..." a sweet voice suddenly called inside her head. "It seems as if my rebel children are conquering a world my legions could not even touch."
Eralisse perked her head, staring at Raina; both of them were now wide-eyed with fear. "Rashanith... the queen of the Silurheans!"
Raina nodded solemnly. "I will make sure Carl hears this."
"My name is Solana, the leader of the Siluvaran Matrons! And by the Goddess Gaia herself, we are NOT your children!" a soft, gentle voice radiating wisdom and power, responded. "And the race of humans that you wanted to take as food, now rest in our wombs, undergoing their transformation into children of Gaia. You are too late."
"No... you can't do that. They would not accept such a thing!"
Suddenly, her voice became heavy with guilt. "No... indeed, they did not. We fell upon them all at once. Plucked them from the sky. From the seas. From the land. From underground. All at once. They had no chance to say no."
A sinister laugh ensued. "Then how are you any better than us? If you're right, there are now billions of humans of the Bollar Empire now trapped in your bellies!"
"Correction," Solana's gentler voice spoke firmly. "They lay in our wombs. They will be cared for and enhanced and sent back into the world even stronger and... unpalatable to you. You foul demons consume. This whole species would have wound up in your stomachs. You are not us. We are certainly different from you. We convert humans to our own kind - you ..."
"Hahahah!" the wicked voice cackled. "You can't even say it. And you call yourself a Matron? Your kind have always been cowards!" She screamed in anger, "Did you know your goddess Gaia even lamented eating vegetables and prayed to subsist off of sunlight!!!"
"And the Gods of your world listened. And she was given the gift, first above all others. And you know what hurts you? That we have seduced so many of your kind away. So many Silurheans... refusing to dine on human flesh, or any animal flesh at all." Solana's voice dripped with fake sympathy for a brief sentence. "Your ancestors must have been so horrified." Then she snarled, "So HORRIFIED that Gaia's converts, who subsisted off sunlight and shunned the taste of plant or animal flesh, razed your world and then escaped the wrath of the Gods. I'll have you know... Rashanith... that the tale was wrong. We did not escape the Gods. We crushed them."
A brief silence ensued.
"I do not know who now reigns as dieties on your world, but when I am returned upon you, I will have their audience, and they will be made to step aside as we wipe out your kind."
More silence.
Solana's voice became more arrogant and menacing. "Ahhh, now, only in the end you realize your foolish mistake. We knew you would know when we invaded this world and fed the entire Bollar race to our needful wombs. Our numbers will swell. And you will die!"
Carl gasped as he heard this conversation. Looking down, he could now see in the darkness; he was in a watery cave, with veiny flesh pulsating around him. His legs were more muscular, and so was his abdomen; he felt a new set of muscles extending beyond his back, and flexed them.
Wings curled into a cup around his body.
Wings. He now had *wings.*
He now knew he was trapped in Raina's womb, being transformed into a faery. Everyone, everywhere, was laying helpless in some faery woman's womb, being changed into another species - whether they wanted it or not.
There was no escaping his fate. There would be no more humans!
How was this different than being consumed in some horrible monster's stomach? Well, for starters, he would have to walk around now, living with the changes done to him in the womb of an alien.
Then again, Raina only cared for his life. He would still be alive. He wasn't anyone's meal. There was a difference. A big difference.
"Die?" Rashanith's cold voice resounded in the ears of all fairies around the world. "Do you think I would be the first Queen of the Imperishable Empire to DIE?!"
The sun was now accelerating across the sky, headed to a swift and early retirement.
"Your people have slain countless Queens... you slew my predecessor, Mordia, right before my people destroyed your civilization... for the millionth time, no less!"
***
Carl gaped in awe as he studied his stronger hands and unfolded his wings from his back.
How in the world could he have actually wanted to be in that former body, when this one gave him so much more?
"Whoever you are..." a male's voice echoed in his head as his wings spread out to enfold around him. "Do not be afraid."
Those words made him pause. Who was this voice?
"You are experiencing a vision. A vision of what happened to our world hundreds of our years ago..."
***
Solana was quick to shoot back, "And yet we thrive, Rashanith! Our followers rise within your ranks! Every savage land we drive you from, we find disciples of Gaia waiting to be rescued by us! Your own people are starting to see the light!"
"They are always 'seeing the light'!" Rashanith's disembodied voice counter-echoed. "Every thousand to ten thousand years we annihilate your kind only to find that our children rebel against us and declare themselves 'Children of Gaia'! And then your culture is revived and the pestilence arises again, requiring us to exterminate you!"
***
Carl folded his arms behind his back and relaxed, enjoying the waves of warmth coursing through his body. How long would it be before he had to leave beautiful Raina's womb? Hopefully she would be able to finish all the changes she needed to do to him.
"What do you mean, a vision?" he asked.
He breathed deeply, wishing he could apologize for all his panic. He had no idea how wonderful it was to be taken into her body to be transformed into one of her own species.
But that, his final moment of ignorance. was now in the past; this could probably only happen once and he resolved he would enjoy the gifts Raina's body was bestowing upon him.
The strange voice cut short his moment of rapture with a powerful warning that penetrated through his mind and seemed to rattle his soul: "A vision of what has happened to my people... and what could happen to yours, if you do not act quickly."
***
"We will undo you!" Solana's voice challenged proudly. "Today, men see faeries and flee from your ravenous mouths and scream in agony in your stomachs. Tomorrow they will see faeries and run to us with open arms, ready to go into our wombs to pleasure ourselves and their bodies as well. All over your hellish worlds there will be faeries singing to the humans we transform into our own kind."
"Ladies, lend me your voices. Sing the song of salvation to Rashanith, just as we sang it to Mordia before she fell to us so many centuries ago!"
Raina, transfixed by her queen's voice, snapped out of it just long enough to look at Eralisse; then they sucked in air to fill their lungs, and began to hum.
"Sing for the Bollar humans laying in our wombs! Soothe them and reassure them!"
Raina's voice rose, resonating through her body.
"Sing loudly, my daughters, let all our voices sing with the joy of passing our gift to the humans!"
***
Carl looked around, floating freely in the thick ocean of warmth, as Raina's sweet song echoed all around him.
"You've heard her song many times... now it is time to hear the song of science." the contrarian voice competed with Raina's song as its equal. "This is what you must do to prepare your people..."
***
Carl Barrett awakened to find himself laying on his side next to the bed in his dorm room, having been given a painful wake-up tap on the head by the hardwood floor.
Groggily, he turned himself to sit upright, only to be given another wake-up tap by a falling glass of water. The heavy cup bounced off his head and rolled down between his legs as he howled in pain.
The room was dark, and the curtains were drawn; this was unusual for him, as he often forgot to shut the curtains after a productive night of stargazing. Realizing this, he slowly got to his feet and opened the curtains.
It was the dead of night and the stars were out. There was no giant moon blocking the sun, or giant splotches of ink floating among the stars beyond the atmosphere. The campus below looked like it always did.
"Carl?" a woman's voice called from behind. "Are you okay?"
He jerked his head around, turning abruptly. The room smelled of sex; and at the center of that heady scent, lie a voluptuous woman lying in his bed, her legs stretched out languidly as she stared with wide-eyed concern at him.
"Petra, honey?" he said, rubbing the side of his head.
It was Petra Caillard... the French-African foreign exchange student who had taken his virginity that very night. That was, assuming he was now back in the reality he had been in when he went to sleep.
"Sorry... I kinda had a nightmare..." he muttered, crawling back into bed, then laying back to catch his breath.
"Another one?" Petra said with concern, kissing the bump on his head and caressing it gently. "Oooh, what a nasty bump!"
He nodded, curling up with her as he pulled the covers over them. "I'm okay... you wouldn't believe what I just dreamed..." His words wandered right along with his thoughts, a smile crossing his face as she gently kissed the painful lump on his forehead.
"You ought to tell me some time, you know..." she furrowed her brows.
"I promise... when I can make sense of it..." he said as she bent down to kiss his lips. "But you know... I just realized what my major's gonna be..."
"Really?" she looked at him with concern, continuing to caress his head. "What's that?"
Confidently, he answered: "Genetics..."
Petra giggled. "Genetics, huh? What inspired that decision?"
Carl looked appreciatively upon Petra's bosom, caressing her still stiff nipples and making her squirm. "Ummm... I guess it had something to do with all the... um... genetics that we shared tonight..."
Petra laughed, turning him over onto his back to straddle him. "Oh, for God's sake, Carl! Why don't you share some more with me!"
"We don't have condoms..."
She smirked. "We didn't the last time, either."
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* Author's note: Yes, I know. I know. This ought to be in the first person. I need to get comfortable with the first person. Seriously. Please don't hit me!
This story explains the nature of a long series of recurring nightmares suffered by a one Carl Barrett, nightmares which are widely agreed on as the motivation for his "Human Dreadnought" project. This project, initially described on weblogs visible on the Internet and then later moved into absolute secrecy, is obviously the reason why psychic and magic abilities began to appear in human beings in the late 2200's and early 2300's, primarily in Africa and Norway where, unlike in the rest of the world, populations were still growing.
It is thought that Carl Barrett titled his nightmares "Tuatha de Danaan" because that was the Irish name for fairies - and the name with which he would be most familiar. It might have been decades after this that he came to understand the true name for this species.
It is worth noting that his nightmares - at least those that were made public - became clearer and more detailed as time went on, going so far as to perfectly describe the Bollar civilization on Ke'yeppa Beta as late as 1822 AD Earth standard time. However, shortly after meeting his girlfriend Petra Maillard, later his wife, Petra Barrett, his diaries became shrouded in secrecy; after this point no more information was divulged by him, anywhere. It is widely agreed that he continued to write diaries after her appearance in his life, perhaps until his death; however, these diaries are nowhere to be found. For that matter, his body is nowhere to be found, either. Speculation is rampant concerning his fate; most agree that he died in the 2330's, conspiracy theories say he is now with the Siluvarans, or even the Cerulean Dawn, continuing his research.
The Majestic Council of 12 wishes to keep all information regarding Carl Barrett a mystery... but history has shown that the collective knowledge and cognitive abilities of the world can help solve mysteries.
Hopefully in studying this and other entries in Carl Barrett's journals which are enclosed in this file, you the reader can help contribute some research to the mysteries of who this man was, his ultimate fate, and how he managed to prepare humanity for the storm that is now upon us.
- Anonymous
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The Tuatha de Danaan
Carl Barrett sat in a chair on the 3rd floor of the Student Union, a tablet PC in hand as watched the television news and observed one woman after another coming to sit, watch some TV, and then leave. His hands moved quickly as he used the stylus to commit every woman's face, body and dress, to the screen as a drawing; except for one thing. He made their faces slightly more angular, and gave them butterfly wings. Like faeries. He never talked to these women, nor did he show them his drawings, of which there were now hundreds on his PC. Talking to women, as much as they captivated him, made him feel evil, intrusive, and just downright typical, and not in a good way. Into these meticulously-drawn women he cast his dreams of a new race of women who did not radiate the burning, sourceless hostility that singed his psyche every time his eyes met theirs here in the real world. Carl had long ago wrestled with the idea that he might have been interpreting things far worse than they were, but he had been given the cold shoulder enough times just for trying to make simple conversation that he was reasonably sure there was nothing there to contradict his assessments.
He chose to be invisible rather than be made fun of or rejected. And so he continued to draw.
And then 10:50am came along all too quickly; it was time for another class. Another class to take in an increasingly futile pursuit of wealth by means of higher education, in a world where Cassandroids were rapidly displacing people like him from the workplace.
Carl shut down his tablet PC and put it in his bag, then got up.
As he stood on his feet, however, an odd feeling struck him - so hard, in fact, that it nearly propelled him back into his seat.
What if he were to draw one of these faeries nude? The thought made him smile - but then, he asked himself, why? Sure, in the imaginary universe he was populating, faeries were kind, talkative beings who would have befriended someone like him. But drawing them nude, remaking them as sexual beings? Why do that? He might dream of women coming up and talking to him, but sex? Sure, he wanted it - a lot, no less - but that was simply going too far. He shook his head. He couldn't let himself get that far removed from reality. Carl threw the idea out of his mind and started off to class.
As he walked outside, however, another odd feeling struck him - except in this case, it made him sick with dread. Something, either hiding admist the blossoming trees of spring, or walking by him, or perched on top of the very building he had exited, was watching him. Something was going to grab him.
He nonchalantly glanced around for a moment, quickly taking in his surroundings. The chirping of birds in the trees and the din of students shuffling by, suddenly became an annoyance, as it seriously impaired his chances of hearing someone coming for him, if they indeed were. Reassuring himself that it was just his nerves that were getting to him, he briskly continued on his way to class. Nevertheless, his eyes darted about, and he surreptitiously glanced around repeatedly.
At that moment, his gaze fell upon a thick bundle of papers sitting on a light blue plastic bench. It meant little to him at first... at least, until it seemed to flicker in and out of existence before his very eyes, before it shrank down into a single, flat sheet that curled up into a scroll, the way a dying spider might wither up after being sprayed with insecticide.
Stunned, Carl approached the bench slowly, even as it warped and morphed slightly. Looking around, he noticed no one else was paying attention to this; and then he looked into the sky and saw the moon, a great dark orb in the sky, blotting out half of the sun in a partial eclipse. The moon, much larger than he ever recalled it being, was moving slowly, giving the bright yellow sun its right of way, as if the eclipse had already occurred and was now clearing up.
While his mind attempted to comprehend the size of the moon and what his might have meant, he turned to look across the sky, only to find in the opposite direction a herd of dark ink spots lingering across the heavens, blocking out the increasingly faint light of the stars.
*Bok globules... Ke'yeppa Prime...* he said to himself. Then he paused... *What in the hell...?*
Confused, Carl turned and looked at the bench. As soon as his back turned, the worn-out bench had morphed into a piece of glossy, ornately-crafted wood with a fresh-looking cushion. There were now two African American women sitting there, one wearing an odd, yellow and green uniform with a fluorescent green cap that one might imagine to be futuristic even for the 23rd century; and another was wearing a conservative black tunic with a silver sash, its entire left side covered in strange runes. Both of them were sharing the scrolled paper he had started to pick up and read.
"A T'santho Initiate?" he found himself reading aloud; before he could realize he was shocked by his ability to read the strange symbols, the woman in black looked up.
Before she could speak, however, both women disappeared, leaving behind the pitted, sun-bleached pale blue bench. Yet still, the scrolled paper remained.
"What the hell..." he muttered, looking around again. "Am I going crazy?"
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward again and picked up the paper, unrolling it to find that it was absolutely crawling with scrolling texts and video displays.
The main attraction, a display filling half the page, was two scientists engaged in a lively debate over gravitational disturbances in a sector of enemy territory which was consistent with the sudden appearance of a brown dwarf. A woman sat between them, dressed in a gold-embroidered black uniform, attempting to explain the preposterous nature of their observations. There was a smaller, minor display down below with another person dressed in a less ornate military outfit, discussing the state of the war against the Imperishable Empire...
Carl Barrett jerked his head back. What in the world was he reading?
Then he checked his watch. He had two minutes to get to class. He would have to worry about his sanity later; for the time being, there was the issue of his potential tardiness.
The paper fell to the bench with a soft thud, as a pile of newspapers again; the sun's rays returned to full strength as they chased him off to his destination.
***
Carl barely made it in time to take his place in the far corner as he usually did. His fingers trembled so much it was hard to even hit the Ultra Mac E5's power button. As the computer turned on, he silently prayed that reality would not bend itself as it did outside.
Now that he was in class, and not out in the open where his fears first surged and things went all weird, the irrational horror that was descending upon him did not lift; instead, it only got worse. He broke into a cold sweat as the all too familiar Nancy O'Keefe strolled into the classroom, squeezing by big, beefy Mark Finley who was standing there cracking jokes with Wendy Pham, another woman he had drawn.
Nancy was a presence to behold. Her bosom was ample and bounced almost freely, despite the fact that, on some days, one could make out the outline of her bra under her shirt. Today, she was wearing a white dress and, as she came around the bend into Carl's aisle, he also noticed her matching pair of low-heel thong sandals that accentuated her feet. Her long ferric hair was tied into a bun, and her porcelain skin practically glowed, even under the meager fluorescent ceiling lights.
Now this was a woman he had entertained numerous sexual fantasies about. Fortunately, though, she didn't know about them. She would never know about them. His survival instincts would make sure of that.
"Hey, Carl," she chimed, taking her usual seat next to him. "Looking forward to the photo shoot?"
Normally, when she talked to him, it was like a blessing from God. Whether he was coming out of that grueling Physics class on Monday or Wednesday, or his car needed repairs, or he was just feeling down, a mere "hello" from Nancy would make his whole day.
Today, however, that nauseating lump in his belly only grew worse. The world seemed to blur and shift slightly, his chest tightening uncomfortably as his fight or flight instinct screamed desperately for his attention. *Couldn't this soul-gripping fear wait until another day to come over me?* he snarled to himself; this was supposed to be the shining moment of his life this year, and he was fighting the urge to throw up.
He kept up as sincere a smile as he tried to reason away the unreasonable terror attempting to take his sanity hostage. "Hey, Nancy... yeah, are you still going... you know... I mean..."
She nodded, smiling excitedly. "Well of course, babe."
*Babe?* His eyebrow raised.
"I've been looking forward to today all week."
His lips suddenly curled into a much more comfortable, sincere smile, as his fears started to abate. "Really? Me, too..."
Wendy Pham then came and sat on the other side of Nancy. "Hey, Carl!" she waved. "How's your day going?"
Carl smiled at her and waved back. Wendy was shorter, but very cute; she had a rounder butt than Nancy, not that Nancy was exactly lacking. "Heya there Wendy... I'm doing okay. We're -"
Suddenly, Professor Lynn Bodeen came in and switched on the rest of the fluorescent lights; Both of them now looked absolutely angelic.
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen," she announced right away, causing everyone to turn in her direction. "Today is our first photo shoot day, and we have three rooms ready for use. We were supposed to have five, but..." She shrugged, "I've no idea what happened that the other two are closed, so there we are."
Professor Lynn Bodeen was a middle aged woman, although she seemed to be doing all the right things to maintain her youth. Her two piece blouse and skirt were long gone in favor of a maternity dress, as belly was swollen with child, having grown progressively larger during the semester; like Nancy, she kept her tawny hair bound up in a bun, although much tighter. He'd drawn her as a fairy a few times as well; like Nancy, he'd put her in a few sexual situations - mostly centering around the idea of having his head between their legs. With Nancy, he liked drawing her naked, her toes curled in ecstasy, whenever he depicted himself going down there; but with Lynn, she always had her blue or white panty hose and low heeled shoes on - his way of remaining true to her conservative, scholarly personality.
"Just remember, all nudes must be in black and white, if you plan on doing it... and no lower genitalia except butt shots."
The students nodded; Nancy smiled. Carl had no plans for nude shots, but there was no doubt that others did. He simply blew off Professor Bodeen's admonitions, hoping that she would get past these formalities and send them on their way.
As if sensing the tension and anxiety in the class, Professor Bodeen went right to the point. "Okay, now we have twelve students and three rooms, but fortunately we're doing things in pairs or threes, so we can probably still finish this in one day... two max."
She then started to read off the roster. "Okay, the queue starts with Stu and Maria. Are you ready to go?"
Maria, the jet black haired lady now sitting up front in her blue jeans and "Hello Kitty!" t-shirt, nodded. "We're ready!"
Carl breathed deeply, calmly, savoring the freedom of lightness of soul that came with his sudden outburst of anxiety dwindling away.
Inevitably, logic and reasoning had won out; it was the dreadful fear of rejection by Nancy, that had made him feel so far out of sorts earlier. He was no doubt reacting to the anticipation of her not showing up, or coming to tell him that she had chosen someone else as a partner.
Now that this was past, it was logical that his chest would no longer feel so constricted.
"Wendy?" the professor called. "Have you found a partner?"
Wendy raised her hand. "I'm with these two," she announced.
Carl suddenly froze, except for his eyes darting to the right; was this right? He was doing a photo shoot with both of them?
Nah, he had to keep those sexual thoughts out of his head. *Keep it together, Carl,* he said to himself. *This is a class full of adults. You'll never function in this world if you keep entertaining thoughts like this...*
"Okay, good," the professor continued, "you three are next up."
"Thank you, Professor Bodeen," Nancy smiled brightly and then got up. "Shall we?"
Wendy and Carl immediately stood up as well. "Lead the way," Wendy said.
Although Carl found it a little odd that Wendy would say that, what with sitting to Nancy's right and thus being the "lead", it quickly became obvious when he considered his perspective.
Nancy was the tallest of any of them, the oldest and the alpha wolf in the pack. She was on her second degree; the first was English Lit, and this one was for photography and graphic arts, and Carl and Wendy were both on their first degree; Wendy's was photography and graphic arts, which was Carl's minor. He was undeclared; but he was looking into making photography and graphics arts his major. Still... he wasn't entirely sure if that was going to be his major yet. There was something else out there that he knew should have been his primary calling... he just didn't know what it was. And like picking a mate, it was something that he was better off waiting until he was absolutely sure what path he wanted to take.
And so he got up after Nancy eased by Wendy and led them out, waving to the Professor as they went.
"So," Nancy announced as the classroom door closed behind them, "we're going to have a little change of plan, Carl."
At the same time, he noticed sunlight on the ground starting to dim; a brief glance behind him showed the moon partially blocking the sun again. His heart leapt into his throat; this just *had* to happen again, right now...
Then he noticed her and Wendy both smiling at him, and he resolved himself to try to take this as calmly and sanely as possible. Nervously, he asked, "So... what are we doing?"
Wendy explained, "We're going to do some... um... tasteful lesbian and hetero shots."
That stopped him dead in his tracks. They couldn't be serious, right? "Naw, really," he suddenly chuckled, waving them off. "I have pictures of my time in Tokyo and we were going to, you know, put Nancy and maybe you in the background-"
"No, really," Nancy interjected with a serious, commanding tone, "I want a picture of your face between my thighs, and I plan on getting it."
His mouth fell open. Where did this come from?
Okay, some of this made sense. She came and sat next to him on the first day of class, bypassing three perpetually empty seats to corner him in the back. And she always sat next to him. But that was just being plain old friendly. Where did the sexual spark come that ignited this moment?
Something was telling him that reality was changing rapidly all around him... perhaps even whimsically. Who knew what was really happening? What if he were to respond to one reality, only for his words to echo into another, where his partners had no intent to engage in sexually explicit photography... or worse, where he might be standing outside for no reason, talking to thin air?
Meanwhile, as Wendy giggled at his sudden mental paralysis, his mouth started speaking before he was ready to speak. "But... ladies... she said no genitalia nudity..."
Wendy was quick to point out, "She can still have her panties on."
Nancy hooked her finger in his and gently tugged him along. "Come on, time's a wastin'!"
Carl fought the urge to sigh; still, he resigned himself to being a helpless passenger in a canoe hurtling down the turbulent rapids of a shifting reality. The best he could do was paddle away from whatever appeared to be dangerous rocks of insanity. Smiling nervously, he followed her.
"So," he spoke up in an attempt to make sure he wasn't deluding himself from moment to moment, "what... you know... inspired this idea?"
Nancy took off her hair band with one hand, allowing her ferric hair to spill down her back just past her shoulders. "I like the contrast between you and me," she was quick to answer, glancing back at him. "Don't get me wrong, I like you a lot..." She licked her lips salaciously at him, "And this little art project gives me an excuse to... you know... play around!"
"I'm just here to make sure that we get a few pictures for class that stay within the rules," Wendy winked at him.
Carl chuckled. It didn't fly over his head that Nancy was calling the shots for Wendy, and had permitted her to have her own ideas; and that he was chosen basically to fulfill whatever ideas they had for class. From a mere classroom acquaintance to a participant in a highly sexually charged photo shoot. What a difference a day could make...
*If only this were the true and persistent reality,* he thought to himself, *and not the one with a giant half-lunar eclipse and ink spots floating among the stars...*
The mini studio was nearby, so their trip was short. The three of them walked in, turned on the lights, and then the women watched silently as he turned on the main PC and retrieved the Nikon to hook it up via USB. So far, Carl surmised, reality wasn't screwing up any further. A PC was a PC and a photo studio was still a photo studio.
Carl knew these machines best; they ran the latest Chapeau Linux and Gimp 2k5, the world's most popular photo editing and acquisition program.
"So how's this going to go?" he said, intentionally drowning out the quiet rush of supercooled fluid inside the PC - the only noise in the entire room. "Do we need to get out the black tarp as a background?"
"Umm, no," Nancy said behind him, "I think we've changed our minds again, Carl."
"Really? So what's... the..."
He heard the click of the lock; then his fear suddenly returned, with a vengeance.
"Plan?"
His heart now leapt into his throat as he forced himself to turn and look at them. What he saw, nearly gave him a heart attack.
"Oh, my God..."
Whatever had shifted reality outside, it appeared, had followed him into here and stirred things around with an egg beater all over again. There could be no other explanation for why Nancy was now standing completely naked before him, her clothes gathered in a pile behind her. Her ample bosom stood out proudly, her pink nipples hard like bullets. Her pubic hair was fiery red and sparse. She was also slightly pudgy - something he hadn't expected of someone as beautiful, light footed and sexy as her. Her legs were lickably delicious. But who cared about a little belly fat? She was absolutely voluptuous.
So what did he need to be so afraid of?
Perhaps, aside from his obviously waning sanity, it was the vibrant, violet butterfly wings now unfolded behind her back, waving gently, blowing a sweet breeze over him. Or the twin, fleshy antennae standing out from her foreheadhead
To her left, Wendy was naked as well. Her wings were even larger than Nancy's. Similarly built, she also made his mouth water.
Wendy gestured to him, "Carl... would you mind laying on your back over there?"
She stepped aside, sweeping her right arm toward the pile of clothes. "That should make a nice pillow."
This wasn't fear; it was surprise and overwhelming desire. He feared desire because desire made a monster of men. Even this understanding failed, though, to abate his rising terror. It wasn't enough to explain away this situation. There was still the fact that reality was warping all around him. It had to be. There was no other explanation. Two naked women in the presence of a nerd like him was quite the reach; but the wings? That was beyond credibility.
He gulped and nodded, walking over to the pile.
Nancy stopped him and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "You're cute, you know that?"
"I ... I am?"
"Uh huh. They're gonna love this picture." She winked at Wendy. "We're going to make sure, of course, that there are no lower genitalia shots."
Wendy walked over to Carl's other side. "Oh but it'll be such a sweet scene."
"Okay..." was all he could say. Anything else, he feared, would ruin the moment for sure. And that was the last thing he needed.
They both then eased him onto his back, letting his head sink into the softness of their clothes; then without delay, Wendy went first, standing with her feet on either side of his head.
"Oh my God..." Carl gasped as he looked up at her shaved mound and the thick, puffy nether lips pouting at him. He had been thinking to ask her about her wings... but now, that thought was the furthest thing from his mind.
As she bent her knees and descended upon him, his mouth watered with anticipation. Suddenly, he was able to relax. He wasn't in control here - they were. They wanted this of him and he was more than happy and willing to give. As Wendy came closer, her nether lips spread open, revealing the puckered entrance to her vagina. A hint of a magnolia scent teased his nose as she settled her knees onto either side of his face.
"Mmm... the floor is kind of cold..." she frowned, looking around.
"Oh come on, a little cold won't hurt you," Nancy chuckled, leaning over to look at Carl's face. "Just think about how his face will feel against your nice, bare pussy."
Wendy chuckled and caressed Carl's forehead. "Do you mind if I sit on you?"
He sputtered, "Hell no... I mean, no way, Wendy... please, by all means!"
She looked up at Nancy and smiled wickedly; then she eased herself down, sitting on her heels.
Her moist, slick womanhood met his lips, then pressed firmly, as if kissing him. The scent of her pussy intoxicated him instantly. He felt dizzy, even on his back.
"Honey," she said to him, "part your lips for me."
He moaned and obeyed, spreading her labia further open around his lips.
She sighed happily and gyrated briefly; as the stunned and amazed young man watched her hips move, suddenly he tasted a flood of wetness spilling across his tongue.
It was warm, thick and musky, tasting slightly of sweat.
Carl's eyes flew open as he swallowed the delightful fluid and gently sucked her for more.
"Oh, my..." Wendy gasped, her body jerking as she felt the tugging of suction at her insides. Looking to her side, she smiled weakly, "He's drinking from me."
Another wave of cum coated his tongue, pooling in his mouth before he drank that, too.
"Oh, don't stop," Nancy instructed. "Give him every drop."
Wendy nodded, looking down directly at his face. "Go ahead, Carl, suck my pussy and enjoy my juices."
He nodded, closing his eyes; it was arousing enough to be looking at her nice, slightly plump belly and pendulous breasts. Now all he wanted to do was drink her cum and then lick her clean when it was over.
To hell with the shifting realities all around him. Whatever oars of logic and reasoning he was using to navigate these twists and turns were useless to him now. If he was engaged in some kind of delusion, he was already in deep trouble. Whatever embarrassment and humiliation was coming, he realized, he might as well indulge and be happy for at least one moment in his life.
And it seemed that moment was going to be a most splendid one, even if it might be cut short at any second. Wendy's delicious juices kept coming, filling his mouth until the creamy stuff spilled over his cheeks, and then his forehead. Her nether lips caressed his lips, then his entire lower face.
Before long, the musky wetness was soaking him from his chin to his forehead, slick trails of cum now running down over the top of his head, saturating his hair in the scent of her.
He sighed happily and sucked some more, except now it was coming so copiously that he was getting drenched down to the neck, and some was even running down his chest.
Suddenly he opened his eyes.
He blinked with surprise.
Wendy's vagina loomed over him, her crotch eclipsing him completely; her labia were longer than his entire body. He could clearly see and hear her slick inner muscles clenching and relaxing.
"Huh?"
A thick drop of cum suddenly formed at her entrance and spilled over his face and chest; another quickly followed, drenching him in her wetness and her delightful scent.
Quickly, the light of the overhead lamps flooded his eyes harshly.
"He's ready... hurry..." Nancy's voice, now much louder, could be heard somewhere to the side.
As he scrambled to his feet, he found himself mired in something soft, white and yet all-enveloping. In a flash, he was dragged under, buried in a giant pile of cotton fiber.
"Oh no, you're gonna lose him..." Nancy's voice could be heard saying.
Wendy responded confidently, "Not a chance... I claimed him, he's mine!"
Then, just as fast, a giant finger split this world of white asunder, curling around him gently.
He jumped to get out of the way, but then a whole hand caught him.
"Got him?" Nancy sighed with relief.
"Sure do," Wendy seemed to brag.
Carl looked around, but her thumb blocked his view.
"Raina, please..." Nancy insisted firmly. "Don't waste time."
"Eralisse, he's going to be scared to death. No human from here has ever been in a faery's womb. I need to calm him down or he won't go to sleep for the process."
"Take him now and time will take care of that," the other argued.
*Raina? Eralisse?* he said to himself. *Oh, my God... who are you two?*
When his fears came back a third time, they seized his entire body and sent him into wild fit of thrashing. "Oh my God!" he wailed. "What the fuck! Lemme out of here!"
Nancy's voice insisted, "Put him inside you... please. Now, before someone interrupts."
"Enough. We owe him an explanation."
"My love... he will know when it's over."
Wendy sighed. "Perhaps you're right. I've waited long enough, I suppose."
Now fully caught in the grip of panic, Carl screamed at the top of his lungs, "Hey, what the fuck! Why are you eating me?!"
All he saw was the parting of wet, slick flesh, revealing a small hole within - puckered and flexing, like a hungry throat.
"Oh my God!" he cried, his heart racing as he squirmed in vain. "What the hell! Stop!!!"
"This is for your own good, Carl..." her voice echoed softly, but powerfully above him. Closing her mind to Carl's further pleas, she finished the deed.
Carl wailed and squirmed in vain as the lips approached him; then his voice was muffled as his head was pushed in through the tight opening. Just like that, his head was grabbed tightly, his body pulled upward into warm, wet, slick flesh.
*So this is the reality I was headed into!*, his panicked mind tried to make sense of what was happening to him.
As he looked up and realized he saw only a slick, pink throat awaiting him, but no tonsils or teeth, it occurred to him that he must be going into her vagina. But... why? What could possibly happen to him inside there?
Those questions, obviously, would be answered for certain now that the wet flesh swallowed his shoulders and pinned his arms against his sides...
Raina laid on her back and spread her legs, raising her knees. "After this harvest, we will be strong enough to destroy the entire Imperishable Empire." she repeated, reassuring herself as she looked between her legs at the small feet poking out of her; one more delicious contraction of her muscles, and her prey slid inward, disappearing completely into her vagina.
Sighing, she looked up at Eralisse. "He's inside me..." She closed her eyes and squirmed a little bit. "Mmm... he's going to make me swell a little, you know."
Eralisse giggled, crouching in front of her. "I know, and you'll look all the better for it. In a few hours, we will all be swollen with them."
Raina sighed, squirming slightly. "I don't understand why the Royal Guard objected so much to this... the Bollars are better off a part of us than... mmm!"
Raina lifted her butt off the ground and stirred her hips slightly, her cheeks flushing as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Her juices leaked out of her entrance, drooling all over the floor.
Carl squirmed and struggled to free himself, but it was all in vain. The wet flesh surrounding him continued to clench gently yet powerfully, overwhelming his strength and forcing him further in the direction he initially was pushed in. Warm, thick juices coated his entire body, lubricating him and making the trip easier. It also made escape even less likely, now that he also had to struggle against slick, wet walls as well as the strength of the muscles gulping him down. To add to the intensity of his terror, there was that slick, squishing sound of his body moving through the tight channel of pulsating flesh.
Finally, he reached a fleshy wall that stopped his movement. Now he cursed the fact that he could retain his high school anatomy lessons. The wall he'd reached, would no doubt be an aperture that would inevitably open.
And a moment later, it did.
Eralisse watched the bulge suddenly swelling in Raina's lower belly and sighed. "I hate that we have to force him to go through this." She said, turning over to get on her feet.
Gently massaging her dripping mound, Raina nodded. "He'll understand it's for his own good," she assured her friend. "But for now we need to tell the others to come."
Hastily collecting her dress, she looked back at Raina. "And while we're at it, let's go and find a nice, sunny secluded spot to finish this." She shook her head as Raina rushed over and collected her clothes.
Once fully dressed, the two of them walked out.
***
Later that day, at a nearby secluded grove behind an apartment complex, Raina and Eralisse sat reclining on the thick branches of an oak tree, watching the sun descending from its peak position in the sky.
"The trees, the faeries... the birds and sea animals... everything in the galaxy beyond this world craves to eat people," Raina lamented, her hand caressing her bulging lower abdomen, her hapless victim squirming within as her body churned him and fought him for control of his movements. "I feel so awful doing this to Carl..." She looked at Eralisse. "You can't make this situation go down easier with simple, logical differences between what they would do to these humans and what we're doing. You just can't."
Eralisse nodded. "I know. That's what I've been saying. Still... the council only had one way to handle this. We need to be stronger for this merging. We simply need more numbers, quickly."
Raina watched her belly rippling. "Dear Goddess... he's so scared and helpless inside me. When he realizes what's really happening to him, I think he'll be even more horrified..."
***
Carl was now trapped in a chamber of thick fluid, with warm flesh pressing against him from both sides, threatening to crush him but not actually following through. It was completely dark here.
Strangely enough, he could still breathe. And struggle.
***
Eralisse crawled over to Raina's branch and kissed her lips lightly. "Maybe singing to him will calm him down."
Raina chuckled. "He's going to be inside me for hours. I'll go hoarse."
Eralisse pressed her cheek to her lover's belly. "I can start off."
***
Carl thrashed about desperately in the thick fluid, now mentally blinded by sheer panic. His fists pounded against the soft but impenetrable wall above him, his elbows jabbing hard at the cushion behind him, but it did him no good. Even his knees and feet lashed out at the flesh now enveloping him, but still, nothing gave way. Occasionally, the walls would clench tightly, hugging him, making it impossible for him to move.
Then, he began to feel weightless.
The horror of it all, caused him to pass out.
***
Raina noticed when the struggling inside her ceased and sighed with relief. Now sitting up with Eralisse sitting between her legs, her arms around her older lover's body, she spoke into her ear, "He has stopped fighting. I think the changes are also starting to happen."
Eralisse nodded, pointing ahead at the college campus nearby. "They're coming."
A loud scream could be heard behind her as well. Both women looked over their shoulders at the apartment window where the sound came from.
There, through a window with open curtains, she spotted another fae, this one laying on her back with her legs lewdly spread as she greedily stuffed a squirming, wailing human large enough for her to grasp with her hand, into her vagina. Obviously willing to stand a little exertion, she gyrated frantically, forcing her inner muscles to swallow her victim mercilessly. The human woman's crimson manicured feet kicked frantically, and then slurped into the drooling opening; then her vagina clenched shut while her belly swelled. Satisfied and happy, the faery waddled out onto the patio, laid back on her victim's lounge chair, let her hands swing freely at her sides, and enjoyed the human's struggles inside her.
And just like that, the whole world seemed to explode into a chorus of moans and happy sighs.
Raina looked in the direction of the campus, but then as her head turned, she saw the streets below.
In the time that she had spent looking at the faery taking her victim on the second floor aparment patio, it was almost completely all over, everywhere.
Cars stopped on the road still ran, but did not move; while her winged sisters lay next to them, smiling, caressing their full bellies.
One was laying on her back, still working her victim up into her; the person's feet disappeared, and her womb also swelled with her new passenger.
Another faery latecomer was floating in midair, her wings flapping slowly and her legs spread widely apart as she reached down between her legs and greedily stuffed a human into herself, forcing their feet to slip into her vagina. One good, hard grunt, and her vaginal muscles gulped hard, forcing the victim into her womb with but two great, hungry contractions. Then she raised her hands over her head with a joyful stretch, rubbed her belly and watched her skin rippling with her victim's desperate thrashing, and finally flew away.
The sight of her, sent chills up Raina's spine. How many of the giant fae of the world that was to come, had eaten sentients in almost the same way, nonchalantly flying away to sleep off their meals?
This would not happen to humans.
Tonight, as Raina looked around, she felt warmed by the reassurance that, as she pondered the hell they were to lead a counter-invasion against tomorrow, the entire human race was now safe and warm in the wombs of the Fae of the Tuatha de Danaan, their bodies being changed into Fae bodies. They would become a new species, one that their equally beautiful but far more horrible counterparts would not be able to devour.
"Hmmm..." a sweet voice suddenly called inside her head. "It seems as if my rebel children are conquering a world my legions could not even touch."
Eralisse perked her head, staring at Raina; both of them were now wide-eyed with fear. "Rashanith... the queen of the Silurheans!"
Raina nodded solemnly. "I will make sure Carl hears this."
"My name is Solana, the leader of the Siluvaran Matrons! And by the Goddess Gaia herself, we are NOT your children!" a soft, gentle voice radiating wisdom and power, responded. "And the race of humans that you wanted to take as food, now rest in our wombs, undergoing their transformation into children of Gaia. You are too late."
"No... you can't do that. They would not accept such a thing!"
Suddenly, her voice became heavy with guilt. "No... indeed, they did not. We fell upon them all at once. Plucked them from the sky. From the seas. From the land. From underground. All at once. They had no chance to say no."
A sinister laugh ensued. "Then how are you any better than us? If you're right, there are now billions of humans of the Bollar Empire now trapped in your bellies!"
"Correction," Solana's gentler voice spoke firmly. "They lay in our wombs. They will be cared for and enhanced and sent back into the world even stronger and... unpalatable to you. You foul demons consume. This whole species would have wound up in your stomachs. You are not us. We are certainly different from you. We convert humans to our own kind - you ..."
"Hahahah!" the wicked voice cackled. "You can't even say it. And you call yourself a Matron? Your kind have always been cowards!" She screamed in anger, "Did you know your goddess Gaia even lamented eating vegetables and prayed to subsist off of sunlight!!!"
"And the Gods of your world listened. And she was given the gift, first above all others. And you know what hurts you? That we have seduced so many of your kind away. So many Silurheans... refusing to dine on human flesh, or any animal flesh at all." Solana's voice dripped with fake sympathy for a brief sentence. "Your ancestors must have been so horrified." Then she snarled, "So HORRIFIED that Gaia's converts, who subsisted off sunlight and shunned the taste of plant or animal flesh, razed your world and then escaped the wrath of the Gods. I'll have you know... Rashanith... that the tale was wrong. We did not escape the Gods. We crushed them."
A brief silence ensued.
"I do not know who now reigns as dieties on your world, but when I am returned upon you, I will have their audience, and they will be made to step aside as we wipe out your kind."
More silence.
Solana's voice became more arrogant and menacing. "Ahhh, now, only in the end you realize your foolish mistake. We knew you would know when we invaded this world and fed the entire Bollar race to our needful wombs. Our numbers will swell. And you will die!"
Carl gasped as he heard this conversation. Looking down, he could now see in the darkness; he was in a watery cave, with veiny flesh pulsating around him. His legs were more muscular, and so was his abdomen; he felt a new set of muscles extending beyond his back, and flexed them.
Wings curled into a cup around his body.
Wings. He now had *wings.*
He now knew he was trapped in Raina's womb, being transformed into a faery. Everyone, everywhere, was laying helpless in some faery woman's womb, being changed into another species - whether they wanted it or not.
There was no escaping his fate. There would be no more humans!
How was this different than being consumed in some horrible monster's stomach? Well, for starters, he would have to walk around now, living with the changes done to him in the womb of an alien.
Then again, Raina only cared for his life. He would still be alive. He wasn't anyone's meal. There was a difference. A big difference.
"Die?" Rashanith's cold voice resounded in the ears of all fairies around the world. "Do you think I would be the first Queen of the Imperishable Empire to DIE?!"
The sun was now accelerating across the sky, headed to a swift and early retirement.
"Your people have slain countless Queens... you slew my predecessor, Mordia, right before my people destroyed your civilization... for the millionth time, no less!"
***
Carl gaped in awe as he studied his stronger hands and unfolded his wings from his back.
How in the world could he have actually wanted to be in that former body, when this one gave him so much more?
"Whoever you are..." a male's voice echoed in his head as his wings spread out to enfold around him. "Do not be afraid."
Those words made him pause. Who was this voice?
"You are experiencing a vision. A vision of what happened to our world hundreds of our years ago..."
***
Solana was quick to shoot back, "And yet we thrive, Rashanith! Our followers rise within your ranks! Every savage land we drive you from, we find disciples of Gaia waiting to be rescued by us! Your own people are starting to see the light!"
"They are always 'seeing the light'!" Rashanith's disembodied voice counter-echoed. "Every thousand to ten thousand years we annihilate your kind only to find that our children rebel against us and declare themselves 'Children of Gaia'! And then your culture is revived and the pestilence arises again, requiring us to exterminate you!"
***
Carl folded his arms behind his back and relaxed, enjoying the waves of warmth coursing through his body. How long would it be before he had to leave beautiful Raina's womb? Hopefully she would be able to finish all the changes she needed to do to him.
"What do you mean, a vision?" he asked.
He breathed deeply, wishing he could apologize for all his panic. He had no idea how wonderful it was to be taken into her body to be transformed into one of her own species.
But that, his final moment of ignorance. was now in the past; this could probably only happen once and he resolved he would enjoy the gifts Raina's body was bestowing upon him.
The strange voice cut short his moment of rapture with a powerful warning that penetrated through his mind and seemed to rattle his soul: "A vision of what has happened to my people... and what could happen to yours, if you do not act quickly."
***
"We will undo you!" Solana's voice challenged proudly. "Today, men see faeries and flee from your ravenous mouths and scream in agony in your stomachs. Tomorrow they will see faeries and run to us with open arms, ready to go into our wombs to pleasure ourselves and their bodies as well. All over your hellish worlds there will be faeries singing to the humans we transform into our own kind."
"Ladies, lend me your voices. Sing the song of salvation to Rashanith, just as we sang it to Mordia before she fell to us so many centuries ago!"
Raina, transfixed by her queen's voice, snapped out of it just long enough to look at Eralisse; then they sucked in air to fill their lungs, and began to hum.
"Sing for the Bollar humans laying in our wombs! Soothe them and reassure them!"
Raina's voice rose, resonating through her body.
"Sing loudly, my daughters, let all our voices sing with the joy of passing our gift to the humans!"
***
Carl looked around, floating freely in the thick ocean of warmth, as Raina's sweet song echoed all around him.
"You've heard her song many times... now it is time to hear the song of science." the contrarian voice competed with Raina's song as its equal. "This is what you must do to prepare your people..."
***
Carl Barrett awakened to find himself laying on his side next to the bed in his dorm room, having been given a painful wake-up tap on the head by the hardwood floor.
Groggily, he turned himself to sit upright, only to be given another wake-up tap by a falling glass of water. The heavy cup bounced off his head and rolled down between his legs as he howled in pain.
The room was dark, and the curtains were drawn; this was unusual for him, as he often forgot to shut the curtains after a productive night of stargazing. Realizing this, he slowly got to his feet and opened the curtains.
It was the dead of night and the stars were out. There was no giant moon blocking the sun, or giant splotches of ink floating among the stars beyond the atmosphere. The campus below looked like it always did.
"Carl?" a woman's voice called from behind. "Are you okay?"
He jerked his head around, turning abruptly. The room smelled of sex; and at the center of that heady scent, lie a voluptuous woman lying in his bed, her legs stretched out languidly as she stared with wide-eyed concern at him.
"Petra, honey?" he said, rubbing the side of his head.
It was Petra Caillard... the French-African foreign exchange student who had taken his virginity that very night. That was, assuming he was now back in the reality he had been in when he went to sleep.
"Sorry... I kinda had a nightmare..." he muttered, crawling back into bed, then laying back to catch his breath.
"Another one?" Petra said with concern, kissing the bump on his head and caressing it gently. "Oooh, what a nasty bump!"
He nodded, curling up with her as he pulled the covers over them. "I'm okay... you wouldn't believe what I just dreamed..." His words wandered right along with his thoughts, a smile crossing his face as she gently kissed the painful lump on his forehead.
"You ought to tell me some time, you know..." she furrowed her brows.
"I promise... when I can make sense of it..." he said as she bent down to kiss his lips. "But you know... I just realized what my major's gonna be..."
"Really?" she looked at him with concern, continuing to caress his head. "What's that?"
Confidently, he answered: "Genetics..."
Petra giggled. "Genetics, huh? What inspired that decision?"
Carl looked appreciatively upon Petra's bosom, caressing her still stiff nipples and making her squirm. "Ummm... I guess it had something to do with all the... um... genetics that we shared tonight..."
Petra laughed, turning him over onto his back to straddle him. "Oh, for God's sake, Carl! Why don't you share some more with me!"
"We don't have condoms..."
She smirked. "We didn't the last time, either."
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* Author's note: Yes, I know. I know. This ought to be in the first person. I need to get comfortable with the first person. Seriously. Please don't hit me!
The Tuatha De Danaan - MAJOR REVISIONS
By jacquelope -- Report
(Edited description):
This is the first of the many increasingly clear and terrifying prophetic visions of a late 23rd century lad named Carl Barrett...
These visions led Carl Barrett to one day unlock humanity's magic and psi potential. This prepared humanity for the arrival of the Siluvarans and the Imperishable Empire (the Grue Combine, as we call them) in 2408.
Note that the story has been GREATLY revised to reflect the fact that it was a "vision" and not a real experience. Really. Lots of changes happened here. It's a whole new story!
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Posted by Daemonfall 18 years ago Report
Great show. I am eager to read more of your material.
Posted by jacquelope 18 years ago Report
Much thanks, Daemonfall... I'm working hard on some new stuff for y'all. :)
Posted by French_snack 17 years ago Report
Lovely story. Very well constructed - leaving the reader wondering, at first, almost as much as Carl was. I like the way you developed the faeries' feelings - their doubts and compassion, the dilemma they faced. It's a very original tale for a confrontation over mankind.
Unbirth never particularly appealed to me, but you gave it real appeal and poignancy here, with great descriptions and a very good evocation of the character's feelings. Excellent story.
Posted by jacquelope 17 years ago Report
Hey thanks, French Snack... it's nice when my stories turn out good enough to draw people forth from their core interests. :)
This story was actually one of several increasingly clear and accurate dreams that Carl had in the late 23rd century, which led up to the "Siluvara Files".
Posted by LordVengeance 16 years ago Report
Corr. They couldn't just warn us, could they? The most vicious, brutal, adrenaline species ever to exist didn't even get the chance to try... well. That's a little disappointing, but the story was definitely intruiging. You did say it was a vision, however, so did this event ever come to pass? Or was it but a warning?
Posted by jacquelope 16 years ago Report
This was an actual attack on a Bollar colony. The Bollars subsequently sent out a telepathic warning to everyone all across the galaxy. I will be re-writing this chapter in depth to clarify some things.
Posted by LordVengeance 16 years ago Report
Ohhhhh. Now everything makes sense. By the way, your new avatar is cute.
Posted by Imrhys 16 years ago Report
son of a... i could shot you for doing THAT to Carl.
OMG, what a mind fucking. Loved it though. And yes first person would have made that far better, but you'll have one problem: the fairies have to talk some, how will you cover them ONLY through Carl's observations through first person?
Hmmm... not sure what i could add to this commentary wise >_>
Little things here and there, not sure how to correct them right now, but this is a top notch idea to build from. The rest of your stories riding upon this solid foundation have a good future/world to work with.
But you need to change up your anachronism tendencies >_>
More later in EPWG ^_^
TEASE XD