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From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimsonp@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} New: Inverness - Falling (3/11) (FF, fantasy)
Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 08:10:03 -0400
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Inverness is a land of magic. We all live there, in some sense.

This story is the continuation of "Magical Encounters" and "Autumn
Equinox" that I wrote in the past and can be read on my website. If
you didn't enjoy them, then you probably won't enjoy this one either.

In a break from tradition, I've switched main characters. I'm sure
Janey won't mind.

This story is fiction. Hear that? Fiction. Those that can dispute that
statement, won't.

In a further break from tradition, this story is rather long. As such,
I decided to break it into eleven parts for posting. Rest assured that
all eleven parts are written, and will be posted, but I will only be
releasing them about one a week. Real life intrudes sometimes.

I want to thank Mike Ink, especially, for providing invaluable
assistance, once again, in editing and proofing the story. Sorry MInk,
this one was a long one, but I appreciate the effort. Even so, I must
take responsibility for any errors in the text. If it's wrong, most
likely it was pointed out and I ignored it.

Comments, and questions, are always welcome at dcrimson@yahoo.com.
Offers for fast money and pictures of Britney naked, are far less
welcome.

Please don't redistribute or repost this work in any format without
written permission from the author.

As usual, this story contains scenes with erotic imagery. This may
include depictions of nudity, female-female sexuality, outdoor
settings, group sex, and all sorts of other wonderful activities that
may offend the moral minority. I have no idea what the moral minority
would be doing reading anything here, but consider yourself warned.

On the other hand, my descriptions of human sexuality aren't nearly as
graphic as some around here. We are all blessed with an imagination,
and sex is much more than slippery hydraulics. At least to my
characters it is. And so, if you are looking for detailed descriptions
of pussies and penises, there are many "stories" lurking about that
can do that. Consider yourself warned.

And for the rest of us, on to the story,

- Crimson (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Dr/wwwagon_Of_Crimson


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Inverness [FF, fantasy] - Part III - Falling

Crimson Dragon

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(c) Copyright February 2001 - All Rights Reserved

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She was screaming, her eyes squeezed shut, as she noticed the nature
of her tumbling subtly change.  She let out another yelp and landed on
something soft and yielding.  The smell of freshly cut hay suffused
her as she opened up her eyes to bright sunlight.  What looked
suspiciously like a hayloft door opened in front of her, giving her an
unobstructed view of unspoiled country.  A cloudless, blue sky
extended as far as she could see, speckled by fields and forests of
emerald green.  She slowly checked her arms and legs for damage, and
finding none, crawled slowly to the doorway.  The sweetness of the air
filled her lungs and she sighed, settling back into the piles of dry
hay.

The hay tickled her nose and she sneezed softly, covering her mouth
with her hand.

"Geshundheit," a gentle female voice spoke behind Alison.

Alison spun in surprise, rising up on her knees.  She stared at the
girl casually sitting against the far boards that made up the wall to
the loft.  The girl was in her late teens, perhaps early twenties,
brunette hair cascading over her shoulders.  And she was completely
and utterly naked.  Her bare legs extended easily into a patch of
sunlight streaming through the hayloft door.  Another stripe of light
streaming between the wallboards cut across her bare breasts,
bisecting her right nipple.

Her mouth was set in a friendly grin, and she didn't seem bothered by
Alison's open stare.

She laughed quietly.  "Most people say 'Thank-you'."

Alison opened her mouth, and snapped it shut again.

The girl rose to her knees and shuffled through the hay towards
Alison, her feet making shallow indents as she moved.  She stuck out
her hand in mock seriousness.

"You must be Alison."

"How...?"

"I'm Mercury, and Crimson asked me to wait here for you.  I see that
he's up to his old tricks again.  Knew it was going to be trouble when
that portal opened so high.  Janey just about killed the creature last
time the Dragon did that to her."

Alison glanced up to see the portal closing slowly about two metres
off the ground.

"Mercury?  But you're...you're..."

"Naked?"

"Um.  Yeah.  Don't tell me that creature dropped me into a nudist
colony.  I only took my shirt off because..."  Alison's voice dropped
off as she realised that she was telling this stranger far more than
was necessary.  Somewhat belatedly, she realised that her hand was
unconsciously gripping her blouse that remained buttoned, but loosely,
between her breasts.

But the girl was so very naked.

Mercury laughed quietly.  "You've never been here before, have you?"

Alison shook her head, suddenly feeling like her first day in
University -- a little lost and very confused.

Mercury continued, "It's pretty laid back here.  If you want to wear
clothes, you do.  If you don't, you don't.  Pretty simple."  She eased
herself back down into the hay, entwining her fingers behind her neck.

"And you don't."

Mercury smiled up at Alison, gently shaking her head.  Bits of hay
dotted her brunette hair.

"No.  I don't, though when Miranda insists..."  her voice trailed off.

"Who's Miranda?"

Mercury propped herself up on her elbows.  "Miranda sometimes thinks
that I should be more modest when meeting newcomers.  But they all get
used to it eventually--if you want, I can put on my clothes."  Mercury
waved over towards the far side of the loft where a set of jeans and a
white blouse lay crumpled in the hay.

"Doesn't bother me...I...was just concerned..."

Mercury laughed quietly.  "Crimson didn't tell you anything about
Inverness, did he?  That creature can be insufferable."

"He said that I should enjoy some sort of celebration...Sol..."

"Solstice."

"Yeah."

"You'll enjoy Solstice.  More food, women, and song than you've ever
seen.  Solstice is a magic time, but really it's more of an excuse to
party."  Mercury grinned as if fondly remembering.

Alison relaxed a little, shifting and leaning back against the boards,
feeling their roughness behind her back.  Her legs were warming in the
sunlight.

"Where's the snow?  It's like early summer here."

Mercury spoke to the barn roof, shrugging her shoulders into the hay. 
"So you came from a cold December, then?"

Alison nodded, but Mercury missed the cue.

The naked girl continued obliviously.  "I'm not a writer, but it's
always like this -- like late spring.  Sometimes Mat or Celeste wants
a rain shower, but mostly it's clean and warm.  Makes it nicer for
those of us who prefer to run around bare."

"The air smells...different."

Mercury inhaled deeply, her breasts rising.  She smiled.

"No pollution here.  The air is the way it ought to be.  Clean.  You
must come from a city."

Alison sighed, nodding quietly.  "One second I'm in my apartment, the
next, this guy, who isn't a guy, is making a portal in my bedroom."

Mercury raised her eyebrows.  "Bedroom?"

Alison blushed.  "Wasn't like that.  Really."

Mercury turned a sceptical look at Alison.

"Really," Alison repeated almost wistfully.

Suddenly, Alison didn't want to admit that she was the one that had
been rejected, that the Dragon hadn't done or said anything
inappropriate.

"Crimson is a different breed.  Sometimes I wonder if she runs the
place," Mercury mused.

"She?"

Mercury gave Alison a puzzled look, then grinned.  "Crimson isn't
always what she appears."

"Crimson is female?"

"When she wants to be.  Depends on the mood of the Dragon."

It made no sense, but the image of the female hand with the
candy-apple nails resurfaced in her mind.  "Damn funny looking lady,"
Alison muttered.

Mercury smiled.  "You've never seen Crimson in female persona, have
you?  Funny looking isn't quite appropriate."  Mercury paused
reflecting on something private, then continued.  "Maybe she will be a
he for Solstice.  Ought to be interesting.  So, you want to explore
the place?"

Alison glanced down at her wrist where a watch should have been.

"I think Crimson stole my watch."

Mercury's brows furrowed a little.  "The worst crimes here are
spamming, and some thievery, though why people steal is beyond me. 
All of value is free here.  Anyway, Crimson isn't a thief.  Or at
least I don't think she is."

Alison swallowed.  "I...I didn't mean..."

Mercury turned her head to face Alison, laughing a little.  "Did you
say 'watch'?  Crimson probably just conveniently left it topside when
you dropped.  Last time Crimson brought me here, I conveniently lost a
wardrobe."  She paused for a moment.  "You don't need a watch, Alison.
Very little depends on a clock, at least here.  Whereas people won't
blink if you wander around in your birthday suit, they will wonder why
you are wearing a timepiece."

"My body feels like it's four in the morning."  The weariness in
Alison's body began to protest the idea of exploring.  By the look of
the place, it wasn't a small territory.

"Probably is, for you.  We can stay here, if you like.  I don't have
to be anywhere until later, closer to the celebration.  You want to
sleep?  Hay is always comfortable."  Mercury stretched out in the sun,
her bare body reminding Alison of a contented feline.

Alison nodded, her desire to understand not overwhelming the need for
some rest.  Her eyelids scratched across her eyeballs.  She watched as
Mercury closed her eyes, sighing.

Alison lay down, pulling her knees up and cradling her head against
her hands.  Sleep came quickly.

                         <---===***===--->

She was naked, the sheets tangled around her legs, her nipples
pressing against satin.  Josh dressed silently beside the bed.  She
watched him, determined not to allow the tears to fall.

"Good-bye," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her.  Without a
word, she turned aside, feeling the lips brush against her skin.

As he moved away from the bed, she watched his retreating back until
the bedroom door clicked shut.  Then the tears slipped silently down
her cheek, burning the place where his lips had touched her.

                         <---===***===--->

The door creaked open.

"Josh?"

And she was there.  A diminutive girl, naked, barefoot, her brunette
hair wrapping around her shoulders and obscuring her exposed breasts. 
She padded to the chair, sitting silently, regarding her with sadness
in her eyes.

She turned her attention back to the doorway.  The Dragon stood in the
entrance, blood scales shimmering in the pale light of the hallway. 
While she watched, the creature morphed into a tall woman, red hair
cascading damp across her bare shoulders.  A red towel wrapped her
from her breasts to kiss the tops of her thighs.  Her fingernails were
painted the colour of candy-apples.  The woman was barefoot, her mouth
set in a reassuring smile.

"Josh?"

She sat up, oblivious to the satin falling away from her bare breasts
in a puddle of sheerness.

With the hint of a smile, the Dragon morphed again, assuming the tall,
dark male from The Portal.  His blue jeans fit snugly, his chest bare.
Slowly, gently, he moved forward, until he knelt on the bed beside
her.

The other girl was gone, disappeared as if by a magician's hand.  The
desk chair watched empty as the Dragon bent, his lips falling,
brushing at her own.  She felt heat suffuse her body, her nipples
tightening, her clitoris throbbing, beating to a desire that she
didn't even know she had.

                         <---===***===--->

Alison awoke with a small scream, her hands reflexively pressing the
soft, bare skin from her.  Gentle, precious lips left her own with a
sigh, but she wanted them back.  Badly.  Her hand entwined behind his
neck, entangling in long, dark hair, pulling him forward.

The softness of the lips touched hers, and she kissed back eagerly.

"Well, I see you're awake," a female voice spoke quietly when the kiss
broke.  Alison could feel warm, sweet breath against her face.  The
smell of clover, honey, and hay infused her.  She felt a stab of
desire rush through her body and she opened her eyes, at last.

Alison screamed, scrabbling back until her back pressed into the wall
of the hayloft.  The small cracks between the boards were not large
enough to admit her.  Hay scattered from her frantic flailing. 
Mercury knelt, still gloriously naked in the elongated, but
attenuated, patch of sunlight streaming in through the hayloft
doorway.

"I'm sorry," Mercury whispered.  "I...I didn't mean..."

Alison caught her breath, the vestiges of desire still pounding in her
chest.

"You..."

"Kissed you.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have.  You weren't ready.  And
you were asleep.  I...shouldn't have."  The girl seemed ready to cry,
tears brimming in her lower lids.

Alison licked her dry lips.  "It's all right."  She didn't know if it
was, or even where she was, or what was real and what not.  All she
knew was that her body was aching.

A tear slipped down Mercury's cheek, her hands twisted together in her
lap.

Alison raised her eyes, her voice a little stronger now.

"Mercury?"  The naked girl looked up slowly.  Alison plunged on, not
sure why, or how.  "I...I didn't mind.  I.  I just thought it was
someone else."

"Josh?" Mercury's voice hitched.

Alison nodded, agreeing to the lie.  It was easier than telling
Mercury the truth.

Mercury wiped away the wetness on her right cheek, swiping at her eyes
almost savagely.

"Alison, I am sorry.  I'm just more used to Inverness.  Usually, I'm
better at this -- maybe that's why Crimson asked me to wait for you. 
But you were whimpering, calling Josh, and I...just didn't think.  I'm
sorry.  I'll leave, if you want, get someone to take care of you."

Alison's finger against her lips shushed Mercury.  Alison wrapped her
arms around Mercury, her chin resting on Mercury's shoulder.  The
sunlight had dimmed considerably; dark clouds formed across the
horizon.

"It's going to rain," Alison whispered.

Alison slowly pulled back, looking into Mercury's eyes.  The girl had
stopped crying, but her breasts were still hitching.

Was it only a few hours ago?  Unlike the events on her sofa, this time
there was no anger, no selfishness.  Alison's fingers shook slightly,
but the buttons between her breasts unclasped easily and without
protest.

"I've never been with a woman, before," Alison began.

Her nipples had tightened, and her clitoris screamed for attention.

Mercury, nodded, free.  Her fingers tickled the back of Alison's neck,
drawing her closer.  Bare nipples touched as Alison's lips brushed at
Mercury's.  Soft.  Yielding.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the first drops of rain struck
the worn boards of the roof with a sound that reminded her of a
girlhood summer home in spring.  The girls lowered themselves into the
hay.

                         <---===***===--->

The constant patter of raindrops against the boards of the roof eased.
To the east, the sky was lightening noticeably.  Alison could hear a
single drip of water from the roof above, falling steadily but slowing
as its source dried.  The monotone reminded her of water falling
through forest leaves.

She lay with her chin propped in her hands, her bare breasts pressing
into the soft hay.  Her bare feet rocked slowly through the air.  The
green, wet, countryside spread out in front of her like an idyllic
panorama.  Hay and the light scent of clover filled her senses.  She
glanced to her left.  Mercury had settled into an identical pose
beside Alison, only centimetres away.  Alison reached out, gently
running her finger through Mercury's hair.

"Wow," Alison whispered.

Mercury sighed, turning on her side to face Alison, propping her head
up on her left hand.  She smiled.

"I think...I think you'll fit into Inverness just fine."

                         <---===***===--->

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