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Subject: {ASSM} {ASSD} Spring Hopes Eternal - The Thief {celia batau} (MF fantasy)
Date: Wed,  6 Mar 2002 18:10:13 -0500
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hi everyone!

this story is for Souvie bc she asked. :)

note: copyright 2002 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. yay Sam!

If you like this story or have any comments, please email us at
pinataheart@bigplanet.com.

spring hopes eternal: the thief

celia batau, (c)2002

The summer night sky shimmered like a diamond brocade over a small area of
desert valley floor, over the spiny branches of the broom dahlias and the
drooping leaves of the locust trees within the wood and wire fence guarding
a tiled cement patio.

Sniffing her way in the dim light, a tiny visitor slipped through the
burrowed groove beneath the fence and emerged between the wandering arms of
cacti. Her two bright eyes, wide and alert, kept watch as she crossed the
patio edge to investigate the large terra cotta pots, the twin metal chairs,
and the meandering length of green rubber hose still warm from the day's
sun, where, finally, partially hidden under the locust leaves, she uncovered
a dark green cat bowl.

The bowl was empty.

Disappointed, the visitor lifted her head and faced the porch at the far
edge of the patio. Her large grey ears twitched and turned as she listened
for the woman who kept the bowl filled for her, but only heard the weeds
whispering in their water thirst.

She looked longingly at the door. But Grandmother had warned her. Sisters
had warned her. Scowling, the visitor whispered the warnings to herself. She
repeated them like a mantra even as her legs carried her forward.

"Stay away from humans."

One small hop towards the steps. The windows remained dark. Two short hops
to sit on the weathered boards.

"Humans no good."

Her heart thumped. Whiskers pressed forward, she sniffed at the woven mat
then reached up to the small plastic window set into the bottom of the door.
She pushed against it with her nose and was greeted by the rich human scent.
Excited, she took a quick look back across the patio, then with tiny human
hands, she pushed back the cloudy plastic and slipped inside.

--

The bedroom was pitch black save for a dim rectangle of yellow light at the
foot of a bed illuminating an empty box of tissue paper, two wadded tissues
and a sock. Into this stillness appeared a small shadow at the bottom end of
the rectangle. What might have been wings flapped at the edges before the
whole shadow itself swelled to block out the remaining light.

The window scraped open, disturbing the stillness, and the nude shape of a
man crawled in through the opening. He stood on the carpet and looked down
over the bed, where partially hidden under the bedsheets lay a woman, her
face obscured by the tangled length of wavy black hair.

Carefully the man crawled onto the bed, ice black hands gently sweeping
aside more used tissues and torn pieces of photographs until he knelt
straddling the woman's hips. Bending forward, he eased the woman onto her
back without waking her. He blew gently onto the woman's face and watched as
her breathing deepened. He smiled.

--

There was no light in the kitchen. The air was still and silent and full of
smells. Human smells. The visitor sat on the yellowed linoleum just inside
the door, her heart beating wildly with excitement and fear.

"Good girl, good girl," she told herself. "This is a human's house! A human
house!"

Following her nose, the visitor cautiously hopped across the floor to a
wooden chair. She hopped up and then hopped again onto a tabletop littered
with mail, empty glasses and a large ceramic bowl. For a few moments she sat
motionless, listening, watching, until the smells from the bowl overpowered
her.

"Stay away from humans!" she giggled to herself as she reached into the bowl
and quickly tore open the crinkly wrappers to expose the soft chocolate and
marshmallow inside. "Human's no good. Stay away!"

Suddenly, the thump of a window opening startled the visitor from her feast.
Freezing over the bowl, she heard the flapping of wings.

Dropping from the table, she hurried back toward the plastic window where
she was stopped short by a new very inhuman smell.

--

Sliding back over the woman, the black figure slipped the covers back with
him, revealing the woman's body hidden by an oversized shirt. Large hands
with long sharp fingers grasped the fabric and pulled it up until her body,
from breasts to thighs, was open before him. Leaning close, his lean
lightless face swept across the woman's skin, soon finding the hollow area
beneath her sternum. Sharp milky-white teeth gleamed in the darkness as he
inhaled her scent.

After a moment, the man straightened, and lifting a hand, placed it against
the woman's chest. A deep red glow began to illuminate the woman's skin
where he touched it. The light, at first faint, soon grew stronger, filling
her chest and exposing a webwork of veins and the shadowy lines of her ribs
beneath her luminescent skin.

Soon, the entire bedroom was bathed in the blood red glow. The black figure
watched intently until something glittered in the corner of his eye. Turning
his head slightly in its direction, he found a pair of eyes looking at him
through the crack of the partially opened door. But they proved no threat,
so he ignored the newcomer and turned his attention back to the woman's
chest.

The glow continued to brighten, absorbing the lines of his fingers as the
color radiated outward. Finally, his fingers disappeared completely and the
whole of his hand slipped down into the woman's chest. Reaching deeper, he
searched by touch until his fingers found the source of the glow. Then
making a fist with his hand, the man lifted the woman's heart up like a
pearl from the water.

The room brightened dramatically as the source touched the air of the
bedroom. The man cradled the glowing organ in his hands, then slowly opened
his fingers, revealing what looked like the opened half of a bell pepper,
split lengthwise.

It was only half her heart.

"It's broken."

The strange man jumped at the sound of the voice. The visitor, who had been
watching from the doorway, was now beside him, leaning over the bundle of
covers and sniffing at the heart.

He didn't answer her. Instead, his face twisted in anger as he stared at his
defective prize. She shoved his arm.

"You take. Now you give."

The figure hissed and bent to bite her, but the little creature was too
quick. She jumped aside, landing on the mattress near the woman's shoulder.
She shivered, puffing herself up to appear as large as possible and stood
her ground.

"You take. Now you give!"

The man hissed again and rose on his knees. Terror flooded through the
little creature as he towered over her, but there was nowhere to go. She
backed up until her tail touched the wall at the top of the bed. The figure
followed. Her eyes widened. Her hind legs trembled, ready to spring the
moment he lunged.

But the black man-shape didn't attack. The visitor waited, staring up at the
face that failed to reflect the brilliant blood red glow filling the room.
Her muscles twitched, but still he didn't move. It was then that she
realized that he was looking at her hands. In her fear, she had grabbed the
loose covers in little fistfuls, and the man was staring at them as if he
had forgotten the rest of her existed.

Slowly, the black figure retreated until he squatted on the far corner of
the bed. There was no longer any trace of anger in his features, only
curiosity.

Gathering her courage, the visitor hopped forward until she stood mere
inches away from him. Carefully, she lifted her forelimbs and placed her
hands on the lump of the woman's legs dividing the space between them.

"You give," she insisted.

The man lifted his gaze to hers. The light from the heart was blinding this
close to him. He seemed to sense this and closed his fist around the
incomplete organ, throwing the room back into darkness.

The visitor leaned forward to smell the broken organ again. Then she turned
and looked at the woman whose bed they were sharing. She looked back up at
the man. His expression now was telling her that he expected something.

"I give?"

His eyes focused on hers.

"Then you give?"

The man's body tensed. It was what he wanted.

The visitor paused. She could feel the woman's legs lifeless beneath her.
Her ears turned back, then forward and back again. She held the man's gaze
for a moment, and then let it slide sideways back over the human. The smell
was so strong. So different from the man. So different from herself. The
visitor focused on that sensation, letting the woman's fragile life-force
guide her, so when she finally turned back to face the black figure, she was
no longer rabbit, but woman.



The man regarded the new woman-shape before him. Her features were smooth
and clear. It was only in her eyes that she still reflected her former self.

Grabbing her forearm, the man pulled the visitor off the bed and onto the
floor. Once down, she turned her back and lowered herself to her hands and
knees, offering herself to him. The man accepted the invitation, closing in
behind her, putting his hands on her bottom, letting his black sex find
hers.

The black figure pushed himself into her. The visitor moaned and widened her
legs. She was just getting used to the feeling of being filled when the man
began to thrust. His hands now grasped her hips and used them to pull her
against him. Looking down beneath her, she could see her breasts sway as her
body moved. The man grunted with each rough stroke, and she echoed him in
little gasps until his grip tightened and he held her fixed against him.

Their joining was quick. After a moment he released her.

Once free of him, the visitor turned around and sat on the carpet. Breathing
heavily, the man knelt down close to her so that one hand rested on her leg.
They spent a long moment staring at each other, mock human to mock human,
before the black figure opened his hand and let the red glow fill the room.

Taking one of her hands, he placed the heart into it. Then with a flapping
of wings, he was gone.



Climbing back onto the bed, the visitor crawled over the woman and sat on
top of her. Then like the black figure had done before her, she leaned
forward and held the glowing heart over the woman's chest. But then she
stopped.

This was the closest the visitor had ever been to the woman, but she felt no
fear. She stared down into her hand, feeling the warmth of the light. Her
hand looked just like the human woman's. As did her face. The visitor
thought about this. Then after a moment, she closed her fingers around the
heart and made a decision.

Lifting that hand, she placed it against her own chest and held it there.
And with the help of the light, she reached inside and produced her own
heart, full and brilliant white. Then she lowered herself and placed it into
the woman while she took the half-heart for her own.

"I take. Now I give."

--

The morning was bright and clear. The woman, awake, was tending the plants
in the patio. Her whole being felt lighter than it had in days. The sunlight
was warm, and the desert air smelled fresh. Noticing the empty bowl, she
bent down to pick it up. Then she had the strangest of thoughts. She
wouldn't need to refill the bowl for her little friend. The visitor would
not be coming back.

Standing up, the woman looked out past the locusts to where she thought the
little creature might be. It was gone, but in its place the woman noticed
something else -- the colors, the smells, the texture of the plants, and the
growing sense of wonder inside herself.

The world was beautiful again.



celia batau's story site: http://www.myplanet.net/pinataheart/stories.htm.

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