Naughty Gras: Tales of Fat Tuesday

by Sable Jordan, Jessa Callaver, Perri Forrest, The KWEEN

They stopped bickering; four eyes drawn in his direction. And Tommaso's gaze fell slowly onto the oversized bodily organ aimed at him. His eyes grew wide.

  He shook his head, pointing the gun at Victor's penis. “My God. What sort of freaks have you gotten us mixed up with?”

  “Come now. There's no need for violence.” Victor looked back at Troy. “You really picked one with this...Cassandra. Though, you always did have a weakness for the yellow-haired hussies.” He sighed and folded his arms, looking her up and down. “Was she at least an impressive lay?”

  “Fair enough. Until you interrupted, Faunus.”

  Cassie furrowed her brow. Faunus? Who the hell was Faunus? And who was he calling a 'fair' lay!

  Tommaso grabbed Cassie's hair, pulling her face toward his. “And why does this mostro know your name? Tell me that, Cassandra.”

  She grabbed his wrist, shaking her head. Her eyes darted between him and Troy's concerned gaze. “I don't know. I didn't tell him.” Either of them. At least not that she remembered. Her ID, her purse, everything that could have identified her, was at the apartment. There was no way they could have...

  “How do you know her name, assholes?” Tommaso raised the gun, moving it between the two men. “Ok. Enough. Empty your pockets...” The men stared at each other, grinning. “I mean...throw me wallets. Money, jewelry, anything of value. Right now!”

  “Zeus' beard. This is becoming tedious.” Victor sighed. He shook his head and the floppy curls on his head grew dark and heavy. He stared impatiently down at his nails, heaving a light sigh as the hair above his eyes thickened, forming a furry-looking uni-brow. Patches of amber hair filled out in a scruffy beard along his cheeks and chin, wiry clumps of fuzz slowly curling out along his legs and groin.

  But it was the final new additions, sprouting from his head, that had Cassie questioning her sanity. Her legs buckled and she had to steady herself so her trembling body wouldn't collapse.

  “Holy fucking heaven,” Tommaso whispered. The gun shook in his hand as he and Cassie backed toward the door.

  Spiraling up from Victor's curly mop were two horns, shaped like those you'd find on an old goat. “They're happy to see you. All three of them.” Victor stroked his hardened member, then trained it at Tommaso like a gun.

  At that, the awestruck miscreant had had all he could handle. Tommaso squeezed the trigger and two shots rang out, hitting one of the lamps near the bed. The base broke in half, collapsing onto the floor.

  “Stay back! Stay back, you devils!” he screamed.

  Victor walked slowly toward him, clicking his tongue in rebuke. “Tut tut.”

  “I'll shoot you, freak. I swear.” He shook the gun at Victor.

  “With what?” Troy laughed, arms crossed. “That little lovely?”

  Just then, the gun twitched, its body winding in Tommaso's hand. He gasped, dropping the black metal to the floor. It flopped along the carpet, then rattled as if something lay inside, struggling to get out. Its hard angles grew out, the nose forming a triangular head as it transformed. Coiling, the reptile hissed, rearing back to strike.

  “Ah!” Tommaso's back hit the wall with a thud. He slid away from the door on his tiptoes, dragging Cassie with him, a look of silent horror on his face.

  “Big misssstake,” Victor teased, laughing as he dropped onto the bed.

  “Come!” Troy barked, drawing Cassie and Tommaso's eyes to him.

  The creature slithered toward him, winding its way around Troy's bare leg, then appearing along his arm. It wrapped itself around him, hissed once more, then disappeared as quickly as it had come. When Troy raised his arm again, a black tattoo, the size and shade of the departed reptile, painted the skin of his forearm.

  “What the hell is this? Tricks? What...what are you two?” Cassie stammered.

  “Devils,” Tomasso whispered from behind her. He tightened his grip on her shoulders.

  “Not devils, Cassie.” Troy walked slowly toward her and she flinched, the changes in his appearance suddenly more apparent. The long braid at his back was now fully coiffed along his back and shoulders. And his body, still nude, seemed more defined, more...supernatural in its chiseled perfection.

  She put her hands up as he approached. “Don't hurt me. Please!”

  Her mind reeled, recalling the last few hours. Victor disappearing into the crowd, then reappearing in the room out of nowhere...the elevator...the way she'd responded to Troy, aroused by a mere touch of his finger. His gentle kindness. In the elevator...he had called her Cass.

  So then, why? All this time, her thinking she was hustling them. When all along, she was the one being deceived. Why?

  It is just who we are. The words came to her in a whisper and Cassie shook her head. What was...? Had he...? She gazed up at him and Troy offered a curt nod.

  She hadn't imagined it. He had spoken to her. In her head.

  Troy reached for her and Tommaso gasped. “Take her, is the bitch you want.” He grabbed the lamp off the table and raised it over his head.

  In an instant, Victor was at Troy's side. He laughed, and a tinkling whistle echoed, propelling Tommaso away from the wall and into a cushioned chair in the corner of room. He struggled, staring down with confusion at his motionless limbs as thick strands of ivy slithered around him, fastening his chest, arms and legs to the seat.

  “Let me go, you bunch of dev—” Before he could finish, a large fork-shaped leaf moved over his mouth cutting him off. He grunted, his chest heaving in anger, but the seal held tight.

  “I think we've heard enough from you for the moment.” Victor looked at Cassie. “Wouldn't you say?”

  She slid across the wall until her back met the door, her heart pounding in her throat. Cassie jerked the knob, but it wouldn't budge. Wouldn't even turn, no matter how hard she pulled.

  Tommaso grunted, drawing her gaze. He rocked to and fro against the binds and his face and arms blushed red from the relenting exertion.

  In all their time together, she couldn't remember ever seeing him so helpless. So disarmed and at another's mercy. He stared around at them, eyes filled with fear, flinching every time Victor neared. Tilting his head, the sprite extended one of his horns, only retracting it with a chuckle when Tommaso began to squeal.

  Cassie could hardly think, her mind and body on sensory overload. She didn't know where to look, or what to do. Her eyes steered reluctantly toward Troy, then back at Tommaso, her emotions welling.

  And, before she understood what it was or how to subdue it, something rose in her throat, building in a near-panic. Closing her eyes, it erupted. It started soft. But as the seconds past, the laughter wracked her body, straining the muscles in her stomach and sides, and folding her body over.

  She'd gone mad. Straight-jacket-fitted and in need of white-walled confinement. That was it. That she could deal with; something real, something substantial, something deserved. Something that would linger after all of this was over and she was pitched back out into the dark.

  Cassie. The voice in her mind was soft, gently coaxing her open. She lifted her head and wiped the moisture on her cheeks.

  We must go, I'm afraid. Troy knelt beside her, his body glistening, as if a low light kissed every hard curve and contour. He looked celestial.

  I know it is much. Is there nothing we can do for you before we depart?

  That he'd even ask was beyond her. Cassie shook her head, while her mind screamed: Yes! Yes! Take me with you! Don't leave me on my own, not again!

  “You don't owe me anything, Troy. If...if that is your name?”

  He ran his thumb across her cheek, drying a stray tear as he helped her from the ground. “Troy is not my name. There are many. But—”

  “Oeneus, Lyaeus, Dionysus, Bacchus, Adoneus...” Victor tilted his head from side to side as he spoke each name.

  Bacchus. Had he said Bacchus? As in, the god?

  “I've always been partial to Dendrites 'fertility god.'” The chubby sprite leaned forward with a roguish smirk.
He blew a melody into a small flute he drew from the band at his wrist, staring down at Tommaso from his perch atop the table.

  “And I have been partial to Aegobolus. Goatkiller,” Troy interjected, his tone stern enough to cause a visible flinch in his frolicking cohort.

  Troy turned to face her again, softening. “But Troy will do.” He smiled, taking hold of Cassie's hand.

  “Or perhaps, Lyaeus, 'he who unties,'” Victor whispered. An ivy vine uncoiled from Tommaso's leg, flicked the black buttons from his shirt. They popped, one by one, onto the floor, baring his waxed chest, and he howled as one of Faunus' fingers trailed across his skin and down to his crotch.

  Cassie's eyes remained on the man...the god, standing before her. She gazed into his eyes and fantasy enveloped—visions of she and he together...as they now stood...in each other's arms...making love...making a life, a family, together—invading their embrace. They entered her mind unbidden, almost as if he communicated them to her. And time slowed around them.

  Yet she knew it couldn't be. Knew it now, just as she had all along. Like the rest, he'd take what he wanted and leave her with nothing.

  He slid his hand across her back and Cassie could feel him hard against her stomach. Running her thumb across his mouth, she gazed down, a puckish grin on her face.

  Well...perhaps there was something...

  With a slight nod of his chin, the jacket slid from Cassie's shoulders, falling in a pool around her ankles. Troy lifted her and she wrapped her arm around him.

  Tommaso growled in the background, glaring. Victor leaned in and whispered something in his captive's ear, absently stroking himself.

  Troy seated them on the bed and Cassie straddled him, massaging his shaft with slow deliberate strokes. He skimmed the backs of his fingers over her breasts, softly squeezing her taut peaks between his fingers. She kissed his shoulders and her gaze landed on her ex-lover. “And what about him?”

  Troy chuckled, then whispered in her ear.

  “Oh, thank you!” Victor cried out.

  They watched him hop from the table, landing silently on the floor. He sunk to his knees, a huge grin on his cherubic face. Tommaso violently shook his head as his legs parted against his will, Victor's fingers grazing his thighs.

  “Shhhh.” The sprite fluttered his fingers in front Tommaso's face and the man's lids grew heavy, his agitated grunting promptly quieted. The leaf at his mouth slowly dissolved and he smiled, head swaying like a drunk. Faunus snapped his finger and Tommaso's clothes faded and disappeared into the air. “Muuuch better.”

  “As long as he's alert enough to remember this.” With a grin, Cassie rose off Troy's lap, positioning the head of his cock at her opening. She eased him inside her inch by hot inch, eyes closing as her body trembled. The feel of him was like nothing she'd ever known.

  He rocked her pelvis toward him and she gasped, her muscles clenching around his hard girth.

  “Cassie...you...you tramp,” Tommaso stammered sleepily. “Don't...don't you dare—” His head lolled, and he giggled.

  Faunus shrugged. “My apologies, lovers. Takes a moment to take effect. But rest assured, he shall remember all.” He licked the very tip of Tommaso's cock, triggering a sharp hiss from his listless captive.

  Arching her back, Cassie felt her body give over, her motions led solely by her own pleasure. She rocked against Troy's thick shaft, and his fingers gripped the soft globes of her ass, reinforcing every grinding thrust. “That's it,” he growled. “Take all, my treasure. Your bite sheaths like a glove.”

  Cassie gyrated her hips, increasing her pace, her chest heaving. His hands felt everywhere at once—at her breasts one moment, between her legs, caressing her neck—smooth, powerful fingers sending uncontrollable shudders down her back.

  The selfish bastard in the corner had never reacted to her this way, never cared about her enjoyment, never cared, period. Lying atop this man, this god, Cassie felt more powerful than she ever had. And she reveled in her power.

  She clenched the backs of his shoulders, her arousal cresting, her climax coiling to strike. Troy's arm snaked around her waist and he stood. A vision of herself on all fours, Tommaso scowling somewhere in the smoky background, flitted across her mind, and Troy chuckled.

  Placing her onto the bed, he kissed his way across her back, circling her nub from between her legs. Cassie moaned, spreading her legs. She tilted her head and her eyes angled toward Faunus.

  Moist and erect, Tommaso's cock slid in and out of the sprite's mouth. And from the groans emerging from her boyfriend's lips, he was thoroughly enjoying his conferred form of torture. Eyes closed, legs and hands squeezed tight, he struggled not to react. But Cassie knew the signs, and his body couldn't lie.

  “I know you enjoy it, mortal,” Victor said, stroking with added vigor. “Why resist?”

  Tommaso panted, his mouth falling open. “N—no. Noo, God, oh yees, pleeeease,” he pleaded, digging his nails into the arms of the chair.

  Troy's hand came down on Cassie's ass with a smack and she squealed, spying over her shoulder. She wiggled her hips. And then, with one impaling drive, he was inside her again. His hands clenched her hips, guiding her along his cock with sensual strength, forcing her to take his full length with every hard thrust.

  The pleasure overpowered, coursing through her like an electric jolt, and Cassie cried out.

  Across the room, she heard Tommaso's frantic breaths, followed by a low guttural hiss. The sound of wet suction filled the room as Faunus' head bobbed furiously. Both hands moved at a feverish pace, as if pulling corn from its stalk, a loud slurp emanating from his mouth. Tommaso uttered a sharp gasp and the sounds only heightened Cassie's ardor. She gripped the sheets just as Troy's thrusts grew savage.

  Dawn approaches. Our time is short. What do you want, Cassandra? As he spoke, her body opened up to him; to everything. The tearing conflict in her ex's arousal and the traces of his vexation, the mix of hunger and amusement in Faunus at the fulfillment of yet another carnal conquest—one of millions over a countless expanse of time. She felt the pleasure she gave reflected back to her, the urgency behind her lover's passion, the wistful curiosity behind his request, the sun filling the sky outside, calling them to move on.

  Cassie's body pulsed with the hyper-awareness, isolating their sex, and drawing her orgasm closer.

  “H'oh,” Cassie whimpered, her climax crashing over her.

  “Suck it. Yes, suck me,” Tommaso cried out, his body jerking with every animated bob.

  Farewell, Cassandra. The words echoed around her in cacophonous laughter.

  And then...nothing.

  Just her, fingers gripping the bedspread and Tommaso's harsh pants mixed in with her own.

  Coming to, Cassie glanced around the room. Everything appeared pristine—the lamp no longer broken, the sheets perfectly made, Tommaso, his body still positioned as if he were tied. His eyes were clenched shut, his quivering body awaiting his own release.

  Cassie tucked her knees beneath her and wrapped her arms around herself.

  She'd felt him leave, felt his pleasure course through her, fueling his departure. Her body still tingled; the imprint of his hands, rousing, on her skin. She remembered what she'd asked him...even believing it possible in their last moments; believing they were possible.

  Cassie wiped under her eye, sliding toward the edge of the bed. She'd barely placed a foot on the ground when, out of the corner of her eye, something moved.

  Something white, floating down from the ceiling, coasting back and forth on an unseen current, as easily as if it had always been there. She gasped and her eyes darted toward the other side of the room. Tommaso's nude body pressed against the back of his chair, perfectly still, eyes bulging.

  In an instant, the oblong slip of paper stilled, coming to a quiet rest several feet from the door.

  Nothing else moved. The fennel-colored page lay there. Waiting.

  On shaky legs, Cassie rose from the bed, her gaze darting aro
und the room as she neared the object. She lowered herself to the floor, fingers trembling, and reached out her arm.

  “Don't! It's cursed!” Tommaso cringed behind the chair, his face like that of a frightened child. He flinched, staring down at his arm, smacking at an unseen threat.

  Kneeling, Cassie lifted the paper from the carpet. The surface was rough, like sandpaper. The smell of pine and fig billowed in the air as she brought it near enough to read:

  Known foremost as the god of fertility and the vine, Dionysus represents an oft-ignored dichotomy. Joy and pain, rage and calm, male, female, agony and ecstasy. He frequently coaxed his intimates, offering them all forms of comfort and delight, just to abandon them to wreck, woe and misfortune in the end.

  I very much enjoyed playing with you and your wayward beau, Cassandra. My confrere and I were much entertained. I hope you will enjoy the gifts we have left you both in trade. You might immediately observe the beginnings of young Tommaso's portion. For you, a selected keepsake to bear. He, my sweet Cassandra, should arrive in nine month’s time.

  Fondly,

  D.

  He…? Nine mo–?

  Cassie’s eyes grew wide, moisture suddenly clouding her vision.

  She sniffled, sliding on her dress and grabbing for her garments as she exited into the silent corridor. Cradling her stomach, a tiny smile forced its way across Cassie’s tear-streaked face.

  It would do.

  It was enough. That she was alone, no more.

  Rendezvous

  Perri Forrest

  I

  I have loved limousine rides since my very first one – prom night, 10 years ago. There’s just something so leisurely about being able to relax, be hands-free, and let another drive to said destination. Removes all pressures of the road. This morning’s limo ride to San Francisco International Airport is pleasantly erotic. I am definitely relaxed. My hands are free…free to clutch the leather above my head as I get the ride of champions from my live-in lover, Robert.

  With his stellar performance, he might just get a frequent thought as I play the nights away in Rio de Janeiro.