Message-ID: <15430eli$9809182248@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Delta Subject: (Dark Omega for Delta) Autumnal Orgy Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980916083404.1937.qmail@nym.alias.net> RE Autumnal Orgy The letter came in the e-mail. It was formal and the consequences of not answering dire. The one known as Delta read it carefully, considering the implications as it read. Finally, in a carefully structured (as is its style) note, it sent the reply: "I shall attend." Delta's Story: I'd never been invited to an orgy before and I didn't know quite what to wear. Nothing in my closets seemed just right for such an undertaking. I frowned in discontent. An orgy. Everyone would see me, and me taking such care never to been seen and labeled. Also, during this time I was supposed to be visiting a "friend". The friend just might have something to say about this -- were I to mention it. Perhaps it would be better to say nothing. Perhaps it would do no harm to slip out for a few hours on that day. Perhaps the friend wouldn't even notice. Good luck, I grimaced to myself in the mirror. A long walk. A damn long walk. Why do they have to have these things in such remote locations? Ah, well, at least the sun is coming up. Should get a little warmer. This time of year it can be rather cold in the night, especially when one is dressed for an orgy--at least the way it was suggested that I dress. Well, at least I had some fur to keep me warm. Dark Omega, owner of the fur, opened one yellow eye to glare at me. It was obvious that she wished to know why we weren't there yet. She had laughed at my concern over clothing. "Fur goes with anything," she told me, and proudly showed me her own. A cat's savoir faire under such trying circumstances must be seen to be appreciated. Now she was enjoying her ride and my arms were aching as I approached the area in which the orgy was to take place. After a full night of walking I was weary. I took a rest and Dark Omega slipped off to do some exploring. I think she saw some birds that caught her interest. Yet, without her faithful hunting partner (the front window of our (her?) house), I wasn't sure she'd catch anything. The sun rose further into the western morning sky and with a sigh of exasperation--Dark Omega had disappeared entirely--I decided that I must continue. The map, which I had drawn up from the word picture of Ceilti, showed me to be on the right path. The road of Vailin (does Ceilti watch Babylon-5 I wondered) was right ahead. Or was I on it already? Where *were* those blasted hills? I saw some hills ahead, but they didn't look exactly like described. Well, descriptions can be difficult, I allowed. Still, it should have been easier than this. Remembering that Ceilti had written that 'It is a time when what is normal does not exist' [Realizing that I've just violated the copyright in that "Every word of what follows is Copyrighted." I not so sure that I really want to meet up with Ceilti and her guards and etc. Not that I really believe that she can legally copyright all the words she used, but one never knows. Perhaps I should continue in *another* language.] vielleicht hat sie irgendwas falsch dargestellt. Das koennte sein. So, ich geht weiter. Ah, the hell with her copyright. I can use English, too. I was probably using it before her and thus my use of the words she uses *must* be grandfathered. Anyway, as I was saying, perhaps she did her best to represent the natural features of the land, but made a few mistakes along the way. Anyway I went on. Ah, yes, the hills. Found them. Not exactly where she said they'd be and they didn't look quite the same as she said they looked, but two hills nonetheless with the road winding between them. 'Narrow crevice' indeed. If that is a narrow crevice I'm not Delta. And, hell, there ain't no guards neither. No little tokens of safe passage, nothing. But, perhaps I'm early. Going down the path wasn't much. Certainly not torturous. and although there was a trickle of water coming down the rocks, it wasn't what I'd call a waterfall. Poetic licence, I figure. It's getting bloody hot out. There's no one about. I look again at the invitation. Autumnal Equinox. Got the right day and this should be the place. Maybe I've been tricked. The invite came through AOL.com. Perhaps it wasn't from America On Line, but from Any Old Lie. Ah, there's something, at least. A page from a magazine, old and weathered, just sitting there in the middle of the path. One side has been completely bleached by the sun but the other is legible. As I turn it over I discover that it is a page from Penthouse. An old one, and the advertisement on the page is for a video: "Caligula". Well, there was an orgy in that film, but surely that is not what was meant. I was assured that there would be other denizens from ASSD here. At one time three of them wanted to get into a four-way with me. Noon. No one around. I've been traipsing over this Chaos forsaken country for hours now and no one--nothing. If I ever catch Ceilti . . . . And where the blazes is Dark Omega? Ah, hell. I'm going back. First time I go out to show my face, my body, my . . . well, everything other than just my name. Just goes to show me. I'm meant to walk alone, unknown for the wonderful being I truly am. And I had a nice story to tell by the campfire, too. Last time I accept one of these damned invitations. Where *is* that damned cat? Delta never could tell its left from its right. From the way it took off you'd think that it thought that the sun rose in the west instead of the east. Who can tell with humans? Anyway, a Cat has better sense. An orgy. Might be interesting seeing how humans other than Delta live. Hope it has my supper out for me when I get back. After a day of playing Cheshire Cat, a Battlecat needs sustenance. But I bet I'll have to wake it up . . . again. Now, *that* looks interesting. It looks like Daphne Xu and . . . nah, couldn't be--not doing *that*! Ooh, when the other folk at the orgy hear about this they'll go wild. She's . . . oh, look, a tasty morsel of a bird. Now if I climb that tree I bet I could creep out on that branch and pounce on it before it even saw me . . . Dark Omega, Battlecat (who let her nym lapse and so is using Delta's) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----