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Subject: {ASSM} Spring Hopes Eternal {celia batau} (MF+ 1st ScFi)
Date: Fri,  1 Dec 2000 21:10:07 -0500
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hi everyone!

we wrote a happy story! yay!

note: copyright 2000 celia batau. you may copy this story for personal use
so long as the author's name and this note are retained. permission to copy,
distribute, or display this work is not given to any website which charges
access to it. permission to copy, distribute, or display this work is given
to "no charge" websites with written consent of author.

this story was edited by Sam I am. :)

enjoy!


Spring Hopes Eternal
by celia batau, copyright 2000


There were no trails in this part of the forest, only thick brush and
slender white-skinned trees that wove their thorny branches to form a wall
around a wide grassy clearing. A small pool of water fed from below broke
the tall soft grass into a crescent, which seemed to glisten in the hot
Spring air. Safe within the tangle of branches, two pairs of eyes watched
disbelievingly as a stranger breached that protective wall to stand in the
soft grass.

Silently the two weaved their way around the edge of the crescent, close to
the stranger.

"A firefighter!" Chirped one pair in awe.

"No, little one," the other replied, "it doesn't have a shell. It's a man
thing."

"Manthing." The first folded her ears back and watched it closely.

Seeing the pool, the young stranger dropped his pack and stepped farther out
into the open, stripping himself of his shirt, boots, and socks as he went.
Meanwhile, unseen by his human eyes, a figure of water rose from the center
of the pool. Plump and angelic, the figure turned her face to the stranger,
rivulets of her hair running over transparent curves. From under a wide
smooth brow, two gray-blue eyes stared out with a cold dark desire.

"Oh, no, the Water Whore's going to get it. She always gets them." The
little one scratched excitedly at the dirt with her fingers and leaned
closer under the protective arm of the other. "Sister, don't let her get
it!"

Sister leaned forward and thwacked the branches. Surprised at the sound, the
young man turned, allowing Sister to sneak out into the clearing toward the
edge of the pool.

"Get out of here!" The Water Whore hissed, not taking her eyes off her prey.

"It's ours," Sister snapped back.

"He's nobody's if not mine."

Another sudden sound brought the young man's attention back to the pool just
in time to see a wave erupt from the still water to drown a fragile sapling
clinging to its edge, toppling it to the grass.

The young man looked warily around the clearing, which had returned to its
silent heat. He continued to strip.

Sister climbed back into a crouch and shook the water off. She glared at the
Water Whore and lunged. Her fingers sliced through the Water Whore's hips as
her slight limbs dipped and slid on the surface of the water

Pulling off his pants and underwear, the young man jerked up to find the
sapling now floating on the surface of the pool. Cautiously, as he stepped
to the edge of the pool to fetch the sapling, a noise came from the trees
behind him.

He turned suddenly to see a young nude woman standing at the edge of the
brush. She stood maybe five feet tall. Her face was a long oval, almost
disquieting in its shape, but exotic and beautiful. Her hair hung loose and
in braids over skin the color of old books. Her chest, behind small pointed
breasts, stilled as he watched. Her disproportionately long, slender and
frail limbs swayed as she rocked from foot to foot.

"Sister, it sees me!" She squeaked. The man! The man! The man! The man!

"Don't let it go," Sister whispered.

The front rows of the little one's teeth gleamed as she grinned at him.

"Hyaivah," the woman said to him like a greeting.

The young man was entranced. He'd never seen such a woman. "Hello?" he
answered back.

The woman's smile, if possible, widened even more.

Without knowing why, the young man found himself walking toward her, and she
to him.

"No!" The Water Whore screamed, spilling a rain out into the clearing as
Sister scrambled back onto the grass and ran to meet the couple.

"I'm touching it! What do I do?" Little One had reached up and touched the
man's chest. He, in turn, raised his hands to her shoulders and pulled her
closer. Little One let herself be pulled closer, and looked in a panic at
Sister while the stranger ran his hand over the Little One's face and
through her hair.

"Let it touch you," Sister cautioned. "Let it lead you."

Oblivious to their conversation, the man leaned toward Little One and placed
his mouth against hers.

Little One squirmed, but quickly felt a warmth spread through her body. She
calmed as the stranger's hands slid down her arms and held her at the waist.
Her own hands came to rest against the faint hair of his chest. She returned
the kiss, her eyes closing as she sank into the new sensation.

Suddenly, something bumped against the crevice of her closed thighs. Little
One's eyes fluttered open again, and she broke the kiss to look down at the
shortened limb between the stranger's legs. She felt such a strange need
looking at it. She asked what it was, but Sister only smiled from over the
young man's shoulder.

Slipping out of his arms, the Little One knelt in the grass at his feet. It
looked so much bigger up close. Slowly, it rose as she watched. She was
amazed. She had to touch it.

"Put it where you talk," Sister told her.

"What?" Little One gaped incredulously.

"Put it where you talk," Sister repeated.

"Then I won't be able to talk!"

"Do it. It's yours."

She did. Its shape felt strange in her mouth. Sister put a finger in her
mouth and slowly pulled it out. Little One copied her motion. She let her
hands run up to feel the young man's bottom and the small of his back. She
pushed her mouth over his manhood again, repeating the process. She sucked
and let her tongue play along the underside. The young man reached down to
grasp her head, encouraging her.

Braver, Little One flitted the tip of her tongue over the rubbery head and
rolled it around the supersoft skin. Soon, the stranger's hips began to
move, slipping the fascinating thing back and forth in her mouth. She felt
for the base and pressed her fingers over the coarse hair. She let her thumb
caress the skin beneath it, but something inside her was telling her to
stop. Reluctantly, Little One let it slide out of her mouth, dripping a thin
train of saliva as it did.

"My turn" Sister said and reached up to stroke the man's chest. Silently, he
lowered himself to the grass, and Sister followed, engulfing him within her.
The stranger reached up and anchored his hands on her breasts. His eyes were
far away, lost in the enchantment.

Sister reached back and found the Little One's hand and guided her over the
young man's head. Little One smiled nervously, then knelt over his face,
facing Sister. Immediately, she began to rock her hips across his face, and
the stranger responded, opening his mouth to kiss and lick the woman above
him.

After a few moments, Sister planted her palms back on the young man's chest
and began to grind herself against his hips. Little One felt the reaction
too, as the young man's mouth and tongue furiously worked her clitoris.

The two women smiled at each other over their prey. Sister was panting.
Little One tilted her head back and focused on the sky. She smiled and
imagined she was about to dissolve into the stranger's mouth when Sister
shrieked.

Suddenly, Sister pulled herself off the glistening limb and flopped onto her
side beside them. The limb stood for a moment, then fell to an odd angle.
"Your turn."

Little One quickly rose to her feet and took Sister's place.

"Bah," she gasped as the thing that once filled her mouth now filled her
inside. Raising himself, the man helped the Little One onto her back. Little
One raised her knees and grabbed them. The stranger pulled himself partially
out and returned. Little One winced as the sharp pain of his entry subsided.

"It hurts, Sister. Make it not hurt." She pleaded.

Sister leaned around, putting her torso between the two lovers. "I know. I
know." She whispered as she cradled the Little One's face against her chest,
while the man kissed between her shoulder blades.

"Sister," Little One moaned as the stranger continued thrusting into her.
Sister nodded.

It seemed to Little One as if this were going to last forever, when finally
the tempo of the stranger's thrusts increased. Sister slipped a hand down
between them to rhythmically rub the fluids over Little One's clitoris.
Little One moaned again and rocked her tired legs.

Suddenly, the man above her tensed. The Little One strained against him. And
then he released, groaning into Sister's back, who had not moved.


It was a moment before the man came down and shook off the enchantment.
Finding himself lying naked in the grass, he rolled onto his back and sat
up. Instantly, he jumped to his feet and, in a confused panic, stumbled for
his clothing, grabbing them and running back out of the clearing through the
same spot he had entered.

Little One sat up in the grass and clasped hands with Sister.

"You let him get away!" the Water Whore screamed.

"No," she replied, reaching between her thighs to pull out a large smooth
oval seed.

"It didn't get away."

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