|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- WEAVER--CUP 2--"RED ARCHER BOOZE" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Weaver  ||  -------> (Cup SRwv002, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Later on, the two ventured inland in the warm afternoon and did indeed find a freshwater stream and a wide variety of delicious fruits growing on trees. They ate their fill as they continued to explore the island. As the lights in the purple sky began to set, they returned to Ferrajalt's crash site and relaxed on the beach. Soon, an even grid of stars began to appear in the sky, among which a number of dim circles if various colors lazily meandered. "I wonder if the others are in a place like this." Ferrajalt said. "I hope they are." "Yeah." "But as it is, it looks like we may have this world all to ourselves." "Hmm. I wonder if it's our responsibility to populate it." Treyess looked over at Ferrajalt. "I don't know. We did a lot of frolicking today, and I liked it. To me, pregnancy and frolicking are pretty definitely mutually exclusive." "That's true. And with Fife's birth control hang, we could avoid it ad infinitum." "That's the idea." They continued talking for some time, but as it got dark, and with the unfamiliar sky above them, the two fell asleep in each other's arms. Ferrajalt didn't know how long he had been sleeping when he opened his eyes. The shoreline was dimly lit by the objects in the sky. Without moving, he looked down toward his biplane's crater. Near its edge was Treyess' silver cloak--right where she'd left it earlier in the day. But it was moving. Ever so slightly, it was rustling. Ferrajalt remained frozen, but his heart began beating faster and harder. He continued watching, and soon he saw what could have been a hand appear briefly above the rustling cloak. And then--yes--it definitely was a hand. Then part of a head, and another hand, and an arm. Someone was struggling to pull themselves up and crawl out of the cloak. Ferrajalt considered waking Treyess, but decided he'd rather retain whatever advantage remaining motionless might afford him. Now he saw the figure more clearly--a woman, with long black hair--a tight-fitting red, black, and orange outfit. And now--she was holding something--a weapon of some sort. Soon, she had fully escaped the cloak and was on all-fours next to it. Ferrajalt began nudging Treyess. The strange woman stood up and spoke. "Gee--forever wasn't that long after all." Treyess began to stir, mumbling loud enough for the woman to hear and look their way. "What have we here?" she said, starting to walk their way. Now Ferrajalt could see what she was holding--it was a bottle--a beautiful, wonderful bottle. "How do you like this?" she said. "First I escape my infinite banishment curse, then I find a couple of fresh young lovelies." Ferrajalt sat up, and Treyess followed soon after. A really nice bottle there, the Prince was thinking. "What's going on?" Treyess said. "I don't know." Ferrajalt said. "I saw her climb out of the cloak." "Damn right." the woman said, approaching the two. "I was supposed to stay in there forever. As it turns out, it was only a few thousand years. And y'know, I haven't gotten laid in all that time--you two'll do nicely to get me back in the groove." "This is a dream." Treyess said. "It's got to be." "Drink up," the woman said, passing the bottle to Ferrajalt. "you'll have a beautiful dream with me once you do." The Prince accepted the bottle and felt an irrational fascination for it, and a burning desire to taste what it contained. Without hesitation, he put it to his lips and drank. It was a burning, but wonderful, liquor. Treyess was eyeing the bottle with similar interest, and grabbed it from Ferrajalt after he took his swig. She too drank from it. "Looks like I'm odd one out with these clothes on." the woman said, undressing. "It'll feel good to get 'em off after all this time." Treyess and Ferrajalt watched as the woman undressed, sexual fires and lust immolating forth within them. For a moment, Ferrajalt figured they were doped with some sort of monster aphrodisiac, but he quickly dropped that, and all other rational thoughts as the woman knelt down and began to embrace the two. So beautiful, so sexy... "Now c'mon kids--let your friend Red Archer Booze satisfy your burning desires. You'll see why they locked me up in that thing--they couldn't understand the power of ultra pleasure. But now I'm going to make you two understand." And Ferrajalt wanted badly to understand. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----