|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- BILLION'S DRIFTING--CUP 14--"FLEETING" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Billion's Drifting  ||  -------> (Cup SRbd014, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "Daptin is masturbating." said Agatha Petunia Wack. "Why are you so concerned about it?" Prince Ferrajalt said. "I'm merely observing. I'm aware of it when any of you three are doing it. Yes Prince, you too. You too, pumping your erection for that fleeting pleasure." Ferrajalt frowned. "You're judging us, about that?" She smiled. "Yes. Definitely, at some level." "You've never done it?" "I have. Maybe once or twice a year, when I get that particular whim. But when I do it, I make it special. You guys... you do it every day... several times a day... and I have to wonder about it..." "Well, we're certainly not gonna have sex with you, and it's a matter of biology that the stuff accumulates inside us and messes up our thinking and all that. It seems to me a great relief that we can just 'pump' ourselves, as you say, and keep the whole thing to a minimum." "I suppose you might have a point... but look at you all! You're all three of you vastly powerful and godlike... shouldn't you be above some base matters?" "I'm no god." "You're a prince." "Yeah, that's right." There was a long pause as the two sat in the control room of Ferrajalt's Warhome, watching the near-featureless landscape of Twicvion Lane zoom by. "So you've never had sex?" Ferrajalt finally asked. "At all?" "I have never been inspired at all by a man. If one came along who was at my level, I'm sure I would do it. It's just, all the men I have ever met have been ridiculous, compared to me." Ferrajalt snorted. "Not too conceited, are we?" "Is it conceit to state truth?" "No, but it makes people around you nervous." "I know that all three of you would like me in their bed... poor Belly Billion more than you or Daptin... but it would be a very unfunny comedy, and something I want no part of." "Fine by me." Agatha narrowed her eyes. "You are thinking that I am missing out by not letting you insert your penis into me, being that you're royalty and good-looking. Let me make it perfectly clear that I am not missing out at all, not even a little bit, by not letting you put your penis into me." "You're a weird girl." Ferrajalt said, smiling, and expecting to get a smile out of Agatha too, which didn't happen. "I am someone who makes sense. If that is weird to you, then you are living a rather pathetic life, wouldn't you say?" "No." All this talk about sex and Agatha was making Ferrajalt actually desire her to a respectable degree. He knew she would sense this, and made no attempt to hide it. She narrowed her eyes again. "You men are such losers. Look at you, desire raging in you, attracted to me when I criticize you. You feel belittled, and you want to get back at me by dominating me sexually. You are so very predictable, Prince Ferrajalt." -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----