A World Not Unlike Our Own - Chapter 1

This planet was called Coita 4. It had three very intelligent and devilishly good-looking species ruling over it and they fought constantly. The three species had been planet hopping for years. After destroying a planet they would simply move on to the next. Some wondered why each species always moved to the same planet as the other two. The answer, of course was very simple. Intense sexual attraction. There were laws against mixed-species co-mingling but it sure didn't hurt to look. Pornography from each culture was often freely exchanged and a few civil rights activists had even begun magazines featuring pictures of both species engaged in auto-stimulation. These were usually promptly shut down and the owners thrown in the prison of their own species.
Under the full moon during the sacred Winter Solstice, two shadowy figures, a male and a female, met in the safety of a urine-stained alleyway. The male, Drexel, was standing straight up in an old lawn chair that he found in a dumpster. He yawned, revealing his razor sharp fangs, still glistening scarlet from his last meal. He had dined earlier that night at a local eatery which brought animals from another planet for them to eat. They called these animals humans and they ate them because they weren't intelligent and probably couldn't feel pain. At least, that is what the vampire scientists told them.
The female, Eliza, sat with her head resting on Drexel's chest. She was what they called on this planet a werewolf. However, she wasn't affected by the full moon like the males of her species. What happens to a werewolf during the full moon, which happens every twenty-eight days or so, is that their hormone levels skyrocket. In a male, this means more hair, more muscles and more blind rage. For a female this meant more moods, larger breasts and a healthy loss of self worth resulting in a heightened sex drive.
Eliza and Drexel sat silently waiting for the third member of their party. This was a magical night. Eliza could tell. Her breasts had grown three cup sizes instead of the usual two. She had one hand in her pocket and the other was resting on Drexel's crotch. Eliza sat wondering whether or not the new recruit would ever show up. Drexel thought of dead puppies to keep himself from self-destructing.
At the end of the alleyway, a new shadow appeared. She was a member of the rarest species on the planet. She stepped into the light. She wore a red plaid skirt that went down to her vagina. Above that, a white button-up shirt, about half buttoned, with a black neck-tie. Her name was Mika and shewas a Japanese schoolgirl, the most intelligent of the three species.
Drexel led them through the alley and out into a dump. The three climbed into what appeared to be an old dryer but which actually hid the entrance to a secret hideout. The small group crawled until they reached a large room with nothing but a heart-shaped bed in the middle.
“Where is the rest of the group?” asked Mika.
“What?” said Drexel.
“The rest of the group. You said you were part of an underground revolution.”
“Initiation first,” Drexel said, removing his pants. “Finding out whether or not this group actually exists second.”
And so, the initiation began. Mika and Eliza got on the bed first and began to do things to each other that looked really hot to an onlooking male but actually didn't do much for either of them. Drexel stood at the end of the bed, giving the girls the one-eyed salute.
After watching for about thirteen seconds, Drexel crawled onto the bed and pushed Eliza away. He grabbed Mika and pinned her shoulders to the bed. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready” she responded. “Alright,” continued Drexel. “Time for your inti-.” Drexel's face contorted a little bit and he didn't finish his sentence. Drexel lay down and lit himself a cigarette.
“So is that it?”
“You and Eliza can go do whatever you want. I'm taking a nap.”
Eliza and Mika walked off into an adjacent room. Mika asked about the underground revolution. There really was an underground revolution, however, up until this point, it consisted merely of Drexel and Eliza. The meetings went like this. Drexel and Eliza would meet in their landfill hideaway. Drexel would always make a joke about how he “got your landfill right here” while grabbing his crotch. They would get naked and Drexel would ejaculate and Eliza would end up masturbating.
But they had big plans. They were going to take down the establishment. Drexel had it all figured out. He figured if they just went around having sex with as many as they could and recruiting them to the group and having them do the same, their size would grow exponentially. The plan was the literal definition of fucking the system.
Mika was the first test. They had found her in a mall parking lot. Drexel asked her if she wanted to do some modeling, telling her he was a producer and also a rap star. Of course, Mika was taken in by this offer, ignoring the fact that the offer was coming from a vampire. She got into the car and asked Drexel why he had a camera. Drexel, in his utter cleverness, said that he was making a project for school. Candy from a baby.
So now, here they were. Three young, sexy, barely-legal teens. Ready to take-on the world. From the front or behind. A vampire, a werewolf and a Japanese schoolgirl. The most unholy union imaginable. Also, the sexiest union. The plan was simple. Spread the news of their organization and gain recruits. Spread the news by spreading legs. That was phase one. Phase two hadn't been planned yet. Phase two was probably going to be to start a facebook petition or go chant protest slogans at a local college. Anyway, that's not important. The important thing was getting a following. Drexel would think of that crap later when he got a minute to think. Seriously, he's got it handled, just trust him on this one.
Drexel realized that there was a lot of work to do. He hopped in his car and drove down to the local corner store. He grabbed a thirty pack of the cheapest brand of condoms he could find. He hadn't realized Rubbermaid was in the condom business. Then, just to be safe, he grabbed a couple morning after pills. Something called Bay-B-Gone. Last he grabbed an economy tub of lubricant, guaranteed to last for three thousand miles. Drexel went to check out. “Yes, I will take a bag.” Drexel looked down at his condoms, morning after pills and lubricant. “I'm ready,” he thought, “ready to save the world!”

My Latest Work

TELEKISEXICS

by Ramona Leah Mimsic and Argan Minti

SHE MADE A LOT OF NOISES. KIND OF LIKE A DYING ANIMAL. AND HE WAS SWEATING PROFUSELY. IT WAS OVER MERE SECONDS LATER, BUT THE MEMORIES WOULD LAST A LIFETIME. THEY REPLAYED THEIR SEX SCENE IN THEIR MINDS OVER AND OVER, JUST LIKE WHEN YOU KEEP REWATCHING THE SAME THIRTY SECOND FREE PORN SAMPLE.

CECIL EMBRACED BEATRICE PASSIONATELY WITH HIS MIND. AND ALSO WITH HIS PENIS. WHICH WAS FAR MORE SATISFYING. BEATRICE'S SCREAMS WERE HEARD BOTH IN THE REAL WORLD AND THE FREAKY MIND WORLD OF PEOPLE WHO CAN READ MINDS AND SHIT. ALL THE OTHER TELEKINETICS REFLECTED ON WHAT A LOUD BITCH BEATRICE WAS FOR A MOMENT, AND THEN RETURNED TO MIND RAPING UNSUSPECTING NEIGHBORS/COWORKERS/RELATIVES.

CECIL WAS WELL KNOWN FOR BEING ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL MIND RAPERS OF THE AGE. EVEN THOUGH HIS PHYSICAL PRESENCE WAS A BIT LACKLUSTER, HE CONTINUED TO GET MASSIVE QUANTITIES OF PUSSY BECAUSE OF HIS REPUTATION. LIKE, ONCE HE EVEN DID TWO CHICKS AT ONCE. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT SHIT? TWO!!

UNFORTUNATELY, THE FUN TIMES WERE OVER FOR CECIL. BEATRICE HAD HIM ON A TIGHT LEASH. A LEASH NOT ONLY OF THE KINKY BEDROOM VARIETY BUT OF THE LESS SEXY METAPHORICAL VARIETY. HIS MIND BEGAN TO WANDER AS HE BECAME MORE AND MORE BORED WITH THE SAME OLD, CRAZY MIND SEX WITH BEATRICE. ONE CAN BE SHOUTED AT CONSTANTLY FOR ONLY A SHORT WHILE BEFORE THEY WISH TO MOVE ON TO GREENER, QUIETER PASTURES.

UNFORTUNATELY, CECIL WAS DEATHLY AFRAID OF BEATRICE SO HE DECIDED TO PUT HIS MIND RAPING POWERS TO BETTER WORK. NOT ONLY WAS CECIL AFRAID OF BEATRICE, HE WAS MIND-AFRAID OF HER WHICH, FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T KNOW, IS LIKE, FUCKING, A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF AFRAID THAT ONLY TELEKINETICS CAN REACH.

ONE NIGHT, WHILST IN THE THRONGS OF MIND PASSION, CECIL BEGAN HIS SEARCH FOR THE PERFECT WOMAN TO MIND RAPE. SINCE HE WAS, LIKE, REALLY GOOD AT THIS TYPE OF THING, HE FOUND SOMEONE IMMEDIATELY. HER NAME WAS MATILDA. HE FOUND OUT BY READING HER MIND WITH HIS MIND READING POWERS

WHICH IMMEDIATELY TURNED HIM ON.

CECIL EJACULATED EVEN MORE PREMATURELY THAN USUAL, CAUSING BEATRICE'S SCREAMING TO CEASE. CECIL, BEING THE WISE, MIND READING SAGE HE WAS, QUICKLY EXPLAINED THAT HE LOVED BEATRICE SO MUCH THAT HE COULDN'T CONTAIN HIS LIQUID LOVE. BEATRICE, OF COURSE, FELT VERY COMPLIMENTED AND GOT UP TO MAKE CECIL A SANDWHICH EVEN THOUGH SHE COULD HAVE MADE IT WITH HER MIND. IT'S THE ACTION THAT COUNTS TO TELEKINETICS, NOT THE THOUGHT. THIS WENT ON FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS. SO MANY MONTHS IN FACT, THAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SIMPLER TO SAY THIS WENT ON FOR ONE YEAR.

AND THEN IT BEGAN TO UNRAVEL FOR THE UNWITTING CECIL. BEATRICE HAD BEEN QUICK TO ACCEPT CECIL'S HEARTFELT COMPLIMENTS AFTER THEIR NIGHTLY CONJOINING BUT AFTER GAINING ONE POUND, A HEALTHY LACK OF SELF ESTEEM ROSE WITHIN HER. EXACTLY ONE YEAR AFTER CECIL HAD DISCOVERED MATILDA, BECAUSE YEARS ARE, LIKE, REALLY MIND MAGICAL, BEATRICE BEGAN TO GRILL CECIL ON HIS TRUE FEELINGS. CECIL, DEFLECTED ALL HER QUESTIONS MASTERFULLY WITH HIS POWERFUL MIND.

"DO YOU REALLY LOVE ME SO MUCH THAT YOU CAN'T LAST FOR MORE THAN TWELVE SECONDS ON AVERAGE WITH A STANDARD DEVIATION OF PLUS OR MINUS FOUR SECONDS?" BEATRICE WOULD ASK LOVINGLY. BEATRICE WAS ALMOST AS GOOD AT STATISTICS AS SHE WAS AT BELLOWING DURING INTERCOURSE.

"OF COURSE!" RESPONDED CECIL, WHO WAS NOW IN THE PROCESS OF MIND CUDDLING WITH MATILDA, AN ACT HE HAD DECIDED UPON IN HONOR OF THEIR ANNIVERSARY. BEATRICE CONTINUED TO ATTACK CECIL. CECIL WAS TRYING TO CONCENTRATE ON DEFLECTING BEATRICE'S SUSPICIONS WHILE ALSO FOCUSING ON WHAT TO DO WITH HIS MIND ARM TO KEEP IT FROM GOING NUMB. CECIL CONTINUED TO DEFLECT. AND THEN, BEATRICE BROKE THROUGH THE SHELL.

"DO YOU REALLY, REALLY LOVE ME?" SHE ASKED FOR THE NINETEENTH TIME.

"Yes," Cecil responded. "You know that."

"WHAT!" SCREAMED BEATRICE.

"NO CAPS!"

CECIL IMMEDIATELY REALIZED HIS BLUNDER. HE HAD BACKED HIMSELF INTO A CORNER AND BEATRICE WAS ON THE MIND ATTACK. CECIL STOOD UP TO FIGHT AND REMEMBERED THE SACRED WRITING THAT HIS FATHER HAD TOLD HIM EARLY IN HIS MIND TUTELAGE: "HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED."

BEATRICE'S MIND POWERS, WHILE AVERAGE UP UNTIL THIS POINT, WERE INCREASED BY A VERY LARGE NUMBER. A NUMBER SO LARGE THAT CECIL WAS NO LONGER THE STRONGER MIND WARRIOR OF THE TWO. A NUMBER SO LARGE THAT HE HAD FALLEN TO THE NUMBER TWO SPOT ON THE LIST OF THE TWO STRONGEST MIND POWERS. THE FIRST, OF COURSE, BEING BEATRICE.

BEATRICE READ HIS MIND AND DISCOVERED THE TRUTH ABOUT MATILDA. AND THEN, JUST AS BEATRICE WAS ABOUT TO MIND OBLITERATE CECIL, SHE TOOK A CLOSER MIND LOOK AT MATILDA. SHE WAS REALLY MIND TURNED ON. CECIL, WHO HAD BEEN MIND LOOKING AT EVERYTHING BEATRICE WAS MIND LOOKING AT NOTICED THIS. CECIL ROSE. IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. TWO WAYS TO BE EXACT. (HE GOT UP FROM THE FLOOR AND ALSO GOT AN ERECTION.) CECIL THREW BEATRICE DOWN ON THE BED AND THEN MOUNTED HER LIKE SHE WAS A HORSE. BUT NOT JUST ANY HORSE. A REALLY SLUTTY, BISEXUAL HORSE. THEY BOTH THOUGHT OF MATILDA AS THEY WENT AT EACHOTHER LIKE A RABID MONGOOSE AND ANOTHER EQUALLY RABID MONGOOSE, ONE BEING A MALE AND THE OTHER BEING A FEMALE. ALSO, THE MONGOOSES WERE HAVING SEX.

AND THEN, BECAUSE OF SOME WEIRD LAW OF LUST AND MIND POWERS, CECIL VANISHED IN A PUFF OF MIND AND WAS REPLACED BY MATILDA. THE GIRLS CONTINUED TO HAVE SEX, BOTH OF THE PRETTY HOT REAL VARIETY AND THE REALLY KINKY, EXTREMELY HOT MIND VARIETY WHICH IS ONLY HOT IF THEY ARE ALSO HAVING SEX IN REAL LIFE. WHICH THEY WERE. THEY EACH HAD A MILLION ORGASMS EACH.

AFTER THE SEX, THE GIRLS SAT DOWN AND TALKED. THEY WONDERED WHAT HAPPENED TO POOR, INNOCENT CECIL. BUT NOT FOR SO LONG THAT READERS BECAME DISINTERESTED, AND THEY SOON RETURNED TO THE BED CHAMBERS. AFTER ANOTHER MILLION ORGASMS, THE GIRLS STOPPED TO TAKE ANOTHER REST.

"I AM GOING TO GO TO THE BATHROOM TO FRESHEN UP," SAID BEATRICE.

"ALRIGHT," SAID MATILDA, WHO HAD BEGUN LAUNCHING PING PONG BALLS FROM HER VAGINA TO ENTERTAIN THE READERS WHO WERE NOT INTERESTED IN THE VERY SERIOUS PLOT AND OVERLYING THEME. BEATRICE ENTERED THE BATHROOM AND OPENED UP THE MEDICINE CABINET IN THE MOST CLICHED WAY POSSIBLE. SHE FIDDLED AROUND WITH SOME CREAMS BUT DIDN'T ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING WITH ANY OF THEM. SHE CLOSED THE MEDICINE CABINET, AND THERE IN THE MIRROR STOOD CECIL! THE LIGHTS WENT OUT, AND THE BOOK ENDED.