+++++++++ Grandpa's Mirror - 8
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I feel the world tilt as the booze takes me to my first good drinking session. I am pissed. I can't stand. I fall over. I crawl to a soft spot below a tree and look up to the dark blue sky. Fluffy clouds waft accross. The ground floats off.
My eyes wake up. I didn't know I'd slept. but my eyes open to a black sky filled with little pin pricks of stars. These stars look pretty. I don't remember staring at them back in the other world as much. I should try that. A dead leaf lies empty a little way away from where I slept. Oh yeah, I was drunker than a skunk.
I should be hung over. I drank a lot. I am not. I am naked. I should be cold. I am not. I'm in the middle of a jungle. I should be scared. I think I should get back. I have to beat Hudsonn back to the green grainery, for a reason I can't really say, more of a feeling, I suppose. Or maybe I just want sex.
I open my mouth and make a circle with my lips. I have been practicing. I let out a low whistle. The pitch of the whistle feels almost like bass in a stereo and the my stomach rumbles against the sound. I have an idea that something good will come from that. I wait for a little bit and the sun begins to threaten the stars with light and they begin to vanish. A chill runs accross my skin with the breeze.
I hear something coming. The ground jumps and the trees shake with every step. The jungle brightens and I see trees move and some crash as it approaches. My heart skips a beat. I panic a little. The heavy feet and the forest moves out of the way of whatever beast my low note summoned is big. It's powerful. Finally it steps into view. It's as black as night. The silouette is a bull head with horns sticking out.
The sun breaks the horizon and the black beast is lit up. The body is a big body builder man type. Except for his feet. Those are hooves, like a bull. He is a powerful man, beyond big, but not really a man. His big head is a bull. His snout sticks out and half his face, well, a quarter of his face is scarred. It's more like something very hot was poured down part of his head and left a stream of healed flesh. His one ear is almost gone. It's burned off.
His chest heaves and a deep voice says, "I am Minotaur Maxstavros."
"I am Carter Carter McCoy." I introduce myself, "I am friend of Plim and Pim."
"Sex." He replies. The sun seems to be in a hurry this morning and the jungle brightens more.
His skin is still coal. The mans smooth sex organ dangles above his knees. He has a mans everything except for his head and feet. His horns stand wider than his shoulders and his man frame is huge, bursting with muscles. His male body is covered in sparce course black hair. He blows a large gust of air out of his nose that sprays my nude torso with breath and bull snot.
He is power.
I step closer and look up to him. I am close enough that his neck can't tilt down enough to see me. I place my hand on his stomach. Hairs on his stomach sting my hand and I pull back, just for a second. I push through till I feel the heat of his skin between the hair. He grabs my wrist from his stomach and moves my hand to his monster cock and balls.
He knows I'm ready to go, I guess. I play with him a little. He and he member grows big. He's not quite as big as Jack the Centaur, but bigger than any man thing I've seen before. I dig my hands into his deep pubic hair bush. The hair is course and stings a little as it cuts my hands. I see my hands cut and they start to bleed. I let them. I don't bend down very far and take his tip into my mouth. I don't get very far over his head before it hits the back of my throat. I give him a few strokes and push him back.
His legs stick out a little funny. I think it's because of his hooves. He has huge legs that are partly bent. I don't know why I want this. I climb up onto his half bent legs. The hair cuts my feet. They bleed. I like it. I use his arms and shoulders like I am climbing on a jungle jim. His chests hair cuts my smooth skin. I hug him. My chest is bloody. I suck on his nipples. I taste what might be rum, I think. I feel slippery because of the blood. It's my blood.
I smile and jump down in front of him bleeding freely. I feel myself grinning like a fool and ask, "Can you go down on all fours please?" Wordlessly he moves me to the side, his powerful arms pick me up like I am made of paper. He falls forward and before his hands hit the ground they turn to hooves. I walk around his powerful body. His muscular human ass is sticking up and his tail is mounted a little way up his back. I touch his tail. It's something I've never thought about before.
It responds by wraping around me by my waist a couple of times and the tip of it curls impossibly around my sex. I'm fucking hard. I am standing and he's kneeling. Still I would have to stand on my toes to insert into his ass, but his tail lifts me up, my feet leave the ground and pulls me to line up with his ass hole that opens. I slide in. The tail holds me gently. I flex my ass and give him a few pumps, the anus pulling on my boy making me groan. The hair on his ass cuts me. It stings. My hands are bleeding, my chest is bleeding, my feet are bleeding. I bleed.
I don't mind.
I reach around as far as I can to grab his humongous penis, but can't make it. I think he can sense me and his rod jumps into my hand. I can barely hang on to it. I pump it. The blood and his size makes it slip. I grab onto his big black furry hips with my bloody hands and pump.
I feel his heart beat. I feel his big powerful breaths and hear his moans of ecstasy. I start a fast rythim and notice his horns have grown. They don't stop. The horns reach for the blood red sky. The horn beside the ruined ear grows slower. The good horn curls, like they are made of tentacles and after they are really high, they bend. The ruined ear horn is short. They bend backwards. The new appendages travel down. The short one strokes my shoulder and into the small of my back. The long one finds my bum and continues past. It stops below my ass and travels back. It trickles into my boy hole.
I pump. The long horn tickles in. I feel the penetration. I feel it twist. I feel it move deeper wiht every thrust I give. It reaches in and touches a spot inside of me. It stops. It cans sense my spot? I feel ecstacy coming. I am cumming. It's coming for me. I pound the hairy cutting ass and there is no stopping the inevetable. I embrace it. Instead. I let myself go to the feeling letting it completely obliterate the world around me.
I orgasm.
My boy spits ball juice. It spits and spits more. My body shakes and the bright world is plunged back into light as I jizz again and again. The mirror takes my cum. I gasp and spasm. I finally get myself back into my own mind and skin.
Shit. I breath like I ran a marathon. I feel my knees shake and my chest is still heaving breaths in and out.
I just fucked a bull. I glance over. The instant of the mirror and all of my fantasies coming true stops. Reality is here and now. My dying boner dies off faster. Hudson is standing there looking into the mirror, soft, naked and still very much a problem.
I sigh. That shit head is such a shit head. He called Bogey a fag. He is homophobic and a bully. He should die. He should stay in the mirror and be the new Pim. I sigh again. He's fucking family and I'm a bigger person than he is.
I clean up me and the mirror wiping it all down. I think of him standing there helpless. I should have thought ahead and got some shaving gear and shaved his pubes. That's so immature. I smile. So am I. But, Shit. I need to think more. That would have been funny. He would have been pissed.
Life is full of those little regrets.
Something out of the corner of my eye, in the mirror, grabs my attention. I snap back. I look closer into the mirror and keep polishing my white cream off. I look deeply into the mirrored glass and feel electricity as I wipe. I can see shadows behind it. I can feel shadows. I see shapes. I touch the mirror with both of my palms. It lights up like a TV.
The image is at first blury. That's not good enough. I shine my spunk into the mirror with a cloth. It clears. Hudson is standing in a yellow dell, there is endless fields of yellow vegetation below a pale blue sky. He is shaking his one fist at Plim and his other is holding his junk. He looks ridiculous. He doesn't realize it. His face is annoyance and anger.
"I wish I could hear what he's saying." I say a loud.
"You stupid Fuck!" Hudson's voice sounds. I jump. I look over to his body standing his hands are still touching the mirror, "Tell me where he went." Hudson's mouth is open and the words are coming from it, but its' not moving, his eyes are fixed blankly to the mirror.
Plim's honey voice floats through the little room, "Wooo. Spicy has some, Woooo, kick, yes?" and still Hudson doesn't move his lips. Plim continues, "Being hot and bothered on your tongue fills the world with variety, but can be so, Woooo hooo humm, uncomfortable. You do not tell me what to do, Hudson. I live in this world. You like uncomfortable for others, you can be that way."
Plim stomps his foot in the grass and it all changes from yellow to chocolate brown. He grabs his flute with one hand and with a large wicked smile. His change in appearance is crazy. His horns have grown and stand tall and curly well above his head. Tufts of fur stick out all over his furry body. His cheek bones stick out more. His chin juts forward. His eyes tinge red as they sit below sharp eyebrows that have grown unruly. His teeth grow out of his jaw at awkward angles. The penis I would hold and stroke had turned to purple, looking more like a spear, large and angrily sticking straight up. His balls grew to baseball size.
He looks like terror itself. He runs the flute accross his lips and blows. The notes are quick and with that he disappears. Hudson looks surprised and lets go of his junk.
"Hmmph. Magic." I say and grab some popcorn. The light from the mirror acts like a tv, glowing, so I turn the oil lamp down to a low burn.
With out anyone in the dell to see him, Hudson pulls his hand away from his junk. The little "dead" blonde boy, Pim is already fading. The blood on Hudson makes him look like he was in a war of some type.
I take a handful of popcorn and eat it.
Hudson pissed-offed-ness, which isn't a word, shrinks. His anger burns off and his mind starts to work. He finally comes the realization that he is good and truly fucked. He has no idea how to return to the world. His face is fear. He has no fucking idea how that world works. Magic. At all.
I smile.
He decides he can either rot under a pale blue sky in a sea of grass or die of boredome. He starts to walk. He's not quite as stupid as he acts, I think. Maybe. A little donkey trots up behind him. He holds his arms out and the donkey stops. He thinks for a second before he gets on. This is boring. I think the thought and Hudson's boring ass bouncing up and down on the donkey speeds up to crazy speed. The donkey traversed the yellow grassland and the landscape turns to a hills and trees. The speed slows right down as Hudson reaches a low valley. He gets off the little donkey.
"Fuck that hurts." He says to no one he thinks, but I hear him.
The land is squishy below is bare feet. They sink into the mud. The donkey walks over to a little muddy pool and drinks. Hudson notices a hole a little above the puddle. It's a cave. He walks over to it, but before he gets to it a nude woman ducks down and climbs out.
She's a ten. Big tits. Naked. Her brown pubes sit above her clit. Her tight stomach accents all of her body. What can I say? Nice ass. Nice titts. Nice everyting. Oddly the mud she is standing in doesn't stain her clear white skin.
I grab a handful of popcorn. I crunch it in.
Hudson says, "Hi."
I still find it odd that the audio comes from Hudson's open mouth sitting in front of the mirror. I stare at Hudson's boner too long. In the mirror he is looking at the woman. The hole she crawled out of seemed nasty. She is gorgeous. She has brown hair that is flung over her shoulder. Her flat belly sits above her sex that is out an open for all to see. I think it's interesting that Hudson doesn't hide his chubbed up sex, but lets her see how she has hornified him.
She says, "Laaa. ooooo. A boy with a big boner!"
"I could fuck you in a heart beat." Hudson says. I rolle my eyes. He's so eloquent.
"Laaaa. And forward. What is your name? Loooo."
"Hudson."
"Hudson. I am Alice. I fuck. Looooo, I think you are fuckable. Laaaa, yeah." She says. I roll my eyes. Again. A match made in heaven, as they say. He walks over to her and they start kissing. She holds his hand. She turns. Something about her snatch catches my eye. Something is wrong down there. She leads him to the cave. I watch. The wrongness of her vagina niggles in my mind. Hudson's not worried at all, but horny as hell.
I look over to the real Hudson, the one standing in the room. I decide now might be my only chance to get a little bit of enjoyment out of him. I touch his hot meat. I wiggle it back and forth. If he weren't so mean and nasty, he would be fun to play with. If I wiggle it too much, he will come back. I stop.
I don't want him back.
Back in the mirror, Alice has Hudson by the hand and she leads him to the hole. It's dark. I can make out walls of muck. It's all wet. Some magic happens and the darkness is peeled back. A white bed rises impossibly out of the black sheen of mud. The image brightens. Hudson's attention is elsewhere. I catch a glimps of the girls snatch. It's a circle of razor sharp teeth. Not like teeth of a person, but of a poisonous fish or crazy undersea creature . Her nipples ripple. Teeth, small sharp hidden circles ripple around her nipples. She smiles, she looks gorgeous and very human.
Hudson doesn't hesitate. He kisses her and his hands grab her ass. She kisses him and lays down on her back on the white bed. She opens her legs, her sex is open and ready for business. Hudson lines up his meat and enters.
"Laaaaa." Lana exclaims with joy. She pulls Hudson down onto her chest, and he pumps her.
"Laaaaa."
His thrust in is hard and his ass is taught. Then he suddenly stops. Hudson screams. The raw scream of pain has a hint of extreme pain.
I say, "Lower volume." and Hudson instantly becomes nearly quiet, but his scream loses none of it's pain. He pauses for a breath and his boner disappears. He screams again. In the mirror, he doesn't move. I look close at the fornication. Her teeth are drawing blood around his knob, He tries to pull his chest away from her boobs, but the teeth are piercing. His skin dimples around the needle teeth. Her smile is open, and her pointy teeth shine in the dim light.
Hudson's screaming slows and stops. Her snatch jaws must be letting up a little. The look of agony on Hudon's face and it doesn't change. I guess his MMA training isn't doing him any good when a demon woman has his boy in her mouth and the nipples are bleeding his chest.
"Please oh please." He barely whispers, "Stop. please let me go." He knows how to use the word please when he wants, I guess.
"Laaaa. Yes. I will stop." Alice says as she hangs onto him.
"Please. What do you want? Anything. Please stop."
"You are repeating yourself so much. Horney fuckable Hudson. I love your dick so much. It was even hard there for a little while. I haven't felt that in so long. Well, my brother fucks me sometimes, but he is not a very good lover." Alice says. She hasn't moved very much. Hudson is eerily still. Obviously, so the needles don't digs in more.
"What do you want?" Hudson asks again.
"Elliot, I have a treat for you." Alice hisses. Her tongue flicks out. It's like a lizard tongue.
I eat some popcorn and pull my knees up to my chest. The butter is a little slimy on my hands, so when I use my phone it get's it all grubby. I wipe my hand on Hudson's ass cheek. He still looks good standing there.
I jump as the idea comes, "Shit." I mutter under my breath. I grab my phone and fumble with the camera. I pause and take a breath. I hold the camera still and point it at the mirror. Hudson is laying face down, his soft dick is still burried into Alice. I hit record. He moans a little. I hit stop and play back. I feel my smile on my face. This is working.
A mount of shiny mud appears in the ground beside the white bed. It grows taller and the mud shifts on it's own. I can make out a human figure. Male. His form sharpens and the black mud turns to white skin. He has curly hair and a sharp face. His body is pretty generic and his circumcised dick is a undersized.
Alice's voice is sweet, "You want to be free Hudson? Tell my brother to fuck you in the ass."
Hudson whimpers, "I want free."
"Ask him. Call him a kind sir. He likes that."
"Please oh please let me free."
Her voice hardens, "Ask him. Say, 'Kind sir, fuck me up the ass till you blow your load."
Hudson whimpers a little bit and then says, "Kind sir." He cries a little bit and finishes, "Fuck me up the ass."
"Not Good enough! You will keep saying it till I believe you." Alice is relentless. Hudson tries , and failsl again. She gets him to keep trying. A countless amount of times Hudson becomes a little more beliveable more each time. Finally he begs to be fucked up the ass. She finally stops badgering him.
Alice smiles, "Brother, he asked so nicely."
Elliot stands at full mast. It's not that big. He straddles the two on the bed and enters Hudson. Elliot begins to warm up, entering slowly, moving deeper with every stroke. Finally Elliot has his head back and his pace fast. The smacking noise of fucking grows faster.
I grab the popcorn and take a few handfuls. Hudson begins to moan. As Elliot is pounding Hudson, the mirror shifts and shows the faces of the three fuckers. Alice is on the bottom smiling, Hudson has his mouth open moaning, either in pain or ecstacy. His dick said the former. Elliot has his head thrown back. With Hudson's mouth moaning and open, I see a white thing come out.
WTF.
It isn't a white "Thing." It is Elliot's dick. It is hard, erect, but impossibly extended through Hudson's guts and coming out his mouth. His eyes are now open in terror. The penis tip starts fucking air and then retreats back into Hudson's mouth.
I look over to Hudson's body. He is about half way up. I close my mouth that opened in surprise.
I am about to press record, I don't know why, and my phone shuts down and the mirror flashes a bright light. I look back into the mirror.
Pim is standing in the dark muddy cave. Naked little ten year old bodied Pim with is trim smooth body and his smooth balls tucked behind is little dick. His little prepubesent body makes me think that he's much too young for sex, even though he all the stuff he did, he is one of the dirtiest little fuckers I'd ever met. He's holding a little knife, about the same size as his thumb.
Hudson squirms in the middle of the devils three way.
Pim says in a deep mismatched adult voice, "So, Alice, Elliot. Still up to your old tricks."
Elliot speaks for the first time. He sounds scared, "Plim said we could have a little fun. You know how these things go, we get a little bit of fun and let them go."
"No." Pim replies, "This is not a little bit. Hudson is not a dessert."
Alice pipes up from below Hudson, "Couldn't we talk to Plim? He's far more resonable."
Pim doesn't reply but in a flash runs over to Hudson's head, and reaches into his open mouth. He pulls out the dick and in a flash cuts off the head of the penis. In a flash, Pim throws it up in the air like a piece of popcorn, with perfect aim, it drops and he swallows it. Hudson thrashes around. Elliot screams. Before Elliot can withdraw, Pim grabs a hold of Elliot's shaft and put's it to his lips. He takes a breath and blows on it. Elliot's ass explodes with a black oily mass of goop that blows gobs of black oily goop. The oily goop blasts against the wall and Elliot's form withers and wrinkles.
Pim now has a hold of Elliot's dick. It looks like a deflated balloon. He pulls and wraps it around his little skinny arms and coils up the skin. He pulls until Elliot's now deflating body is sucked into Hudson's ass. Elliot's face no longer has enough mass to look life a face. Pim pulls the white skin, withered and lack of flesh, focused on the front end of Hudson and he takes the mass of goopy white flesh and stuffs it into Alice's mouth. Hudson immediatly leaps up off her body, all his pieces in tact.
Alice is shaking unctrollably and is trying to makes unhuman noises of snuffling and screaming. She rolls off the bed and onto the mud floor. The bed is no longer white, but muck from all the ruckus is making black oily gobs all over.
Pim grabs Hudson by the hand and pulls him up from the bed. Hudson's face is a mix of sheer terror and abject horror.
"There there." Pim's voice is now a little boy's again, "There there. Uncle Pim has got you." Huson grabs the naked little boy and hugs him. Pim hugs him back. Alice continues to spasm violently screaming and convulsing.
Pim pries Hudson off gently, "One or two more things to take care of Hudson. Hudson, just give me a moment, and shield your face. I don't want any mud on your pretty face there." Pim extracts himself from Hudson. Hudson looks like he's going blank and his mind is pulling like a tractor, pulling away from reality. Pim takes his arm and pushes it up while pulling his head down. Hudson seems to get it and shields his face and curls a little toward the ground.
Pim looks at me through the mirror with a smile and a wink.
He reaches up with one hand and punches the floor. The explosion rocks the little grainery. It's window rattle and moves the couch back an inch. I nearly drop my popcorn. A great mud crater sits where the mud hole used to be. Pim has a hold of Hudson's hand. Hudson is now completely catatonic. He acts like Bogey did when he was stuck in the mirror, or like he does now that his soul is in the mirror.
Pim pulls Hudson up off his knees and wraps his hands around him. Pim wanders his hands with the hug onto Hudson's bum. Pim begins to glow, from his smooth torso. the glow grows to Hudson and the two of themn stand as if inside a laser beam.
The mirror goes black. My phone is dark. The light is off. Moments pass.
I wait. My hand finds the popcorn bowl and I take a snack.
The mirror brightens and Hudson is still still standing in Pim's embrace, but they are in a familiar field od green lightly forested dell. The sun is shining and I can almost feel the gentle breaze that puffs air on naked skin. Plim is standing there. He is not the scary tall big horned angry goat with burning eyes Plim, but the gentle little goat boy who likes his stiffy boy stroked version.
Plim dances a little, stomps his hooves gently on the ground and does a little ciricle, "Pim, oh Pim. You can be quite a little, Hooooo, Shit. I love you so much Pim. Oh. oh Oh! Oh my. Pim. Hudson is not well. Not well." Pim smiles and let's go of Hudson. His bright blond face lights up, his blue eyes sparkle and his sex goes up.
Plim looks at me through the mirror. "Not to worry, Carter Carter McCoy. Wooo wooo Hooo, we will fix this. I will fix this. Bad memories would scar stupid Hudson for life. He would be scarred. I will fix this."
I'm not sure I'm worried like Plim thinks. It is really selfish of me to see Hudson like this and only feel the twinge of care. He might be a nice person, somewhere, sometime, but that guy, in the shortest of time that I know him, is a piece-of-shit.
Piece of Shit.
Pim is moving Hudson's body. He bashes the back of Hudson's knees so he kneels. He takes his arms and puts them up the air. Plim lowers his head like he's about to butt the boy, and Pim put's Hudson's hands on the horns. They glow. Pim goes to Hudson's vulnerable body and presses his hard little organ into Hudson's back. Plim starts to hum. The same note goes on for a really long time and Plim's horns glow a soft yellow light.
Plim stops.
Hudson lifts his head and says, "What the fuck are you doing?" He pushes Plim and Plim takes a few steps back. Hudson grabs one of Pim's hands and does some wierd MMA move and Pim flies up and over Hudson's back landing hard on the ground.
Pim laughs as he vaults himself up off the ground doing a flip. Plim laughs and stomps his hooves swaying and saying, "Wooooo, wooo wooo."
Hudson is still sprouting childish obscenities and accusations.
Plim stops and looks at Hudson, "What do you remember? Where were you last?"
I was standing beside my fag second cousin once removed touching some stupid magic mirror."
Plim spits back, "So you come to this world for pornography? Or would you like a nice tasty girl to, Woooo, take, eat? Mabye more?"
Hudson in true form replies, "Fuck. I want to fuck a girl. A pretty girl. That's it. That's all."
Plim motions to Pim. Pim walks over to Plim. He grabs his dick and starts to wank it. A flash. Instantly and wordlessly Pim and Plim disappear. A few heartbeats later, a quaint house appears as a shapley blond girl dressed with a high skirt and a low blouse walks out of the house.
I roll my eyes as she lifts up her skirts. Obviously she's pantiless. Hudson's buttons are pretty basic. He runs over and begins his orgasmic journey.
I pull the couch back a bit. I throw his gawnchie over his wood that is going to explode at any moment. I don't want his jizz on the mirror and having him soak his underwear. It seems right. He might be mad, but something tells me he's going to be in a pretty good mood when he get's back. I turn the lamp up and I climb in to my gawnchie.
The mirror stops glowing. It goes back to being a simple mirror, thowing the reflection of the now moaning Hudson in the dim light. I grab my phone and look away.
"Ah, AH Ahhhhh!" Hudson moans, "I can't believe that. That was fuckling fantastic." He sees me watching my phone. The phone that died, seems to be working again.
He says, "You can look at me, if you want."
"What?" I ask.
"Yeah, I don't care if you are a homo or whatever. Just don't touch me and I won't beat you to death or anything. But, yeah, I just jizzed in front of you. Look. Look."
I hesitate and look over. He has his falling semi. Its out and it glistens with cum. Before, this woudl have been overwhelming, I would have been hornified to the tits and nearly jizzed. Now it gives me a pit of worry in my stomach. I grab a pillow and find the blankets to sack out on the couch.
Hudson goes to the comfortable double bed and flops down. I shuffle and search for a comfortable way to to curl around the lumps on the couch. The night sky must have been filled with clouds because once the little lamp is blown out the whole room goes completely dark.
The smell of sperm is thick in the air.
Hudson's disembodied voice floats over, "Man. I fucked that girl. I came inside her. Twice, and if she gets preggie, I don't even gotta raise the demon spawn. This fucking mirror is the best. I think I am going to come over and visit Auntie and Unckie all the time. Thanks Carter. Booger picked a good boy to be homo with."
I am too tired and defeated to argue and say nothing back. I don't even know how he knows that Bogie and I were touching each other. He's probably fishing. Still, I think I might have just empowered a real life monster, not one that lives behind a mirror in a magical land, but one that lives in our world. Who knows what sorts of rapings this fucker will do. There's nothing I can do about it. That thought doesn't sit with me. I wonder if little girls somewhere, someday will become his victims.
I turn in the lumpy couch. There's always something you can do to make your situation better. I thought being master of the mirror would somehow teach Hudson a lesson or something, like Bogata. He learned a lot in his years behind the mirror. He is still a dream, something special. Just because his brother looks nearly identical, It seemed logical they would be similar. That's fucked.
They were completely opposite.
I manage to sleep. My dreams are filled with monsters that shapeshift into bigger monsters. The dreams are fucked. It seems right, though, right? Fucked up dreams, fucked up person. I feel fucked.