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Subject: {ASSM} XXPULP: EARTH VS. TYRANNO-X (M/F+)
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"A terror unleashed on the human race, more deadly and diabolical than the 
world has ever seen!"

EARTH VS. TYRANNO-X
by Fresh Sto

Mary Will surreptitiously opened the locket hanging from her neck, glancing 
at the picture of her boyfriend. If it weren't for Johnny Horizon, she 
wouldn't make it through a single one of these dreary days. And for what, she 
wondered, to be a secretary?

Sighing at her keyboard, she puffed an errant strand of blond hair out of her 
face as she tried to focus on her instructor's directions.

"Typing A-S-D-F, J-K-L-sem," Miss Kerr recited. 
"Wrists-curled-in-proper-position, A-S-D-F, J--"

With a momentous whoosh, the wall flew into the air, and a gigantic foot 
crashed to the ground, erasing Miss Kerr forever. The enterprising young 
women of Typing I at Drury Evans Business School screamed, abandoning the 
fleet of reliable IBM Selectrics humming at the typing lab.

The hallway was a teeming mass of panic, swathes of which disappeared as 
giant claws raked through the structure.

By the time she reached the exit doors, Mary's ears rang from the terrified 
shrieks. Through the press of bodies and grasping hands, Mary lost her skirt 
and her barrettes, but counted herself lucky for a chance to escape. The 
chaos and disaster sent her and her fellow survivors fleeing in all 
directions.

At Maple Street she flagged down a patrol car, that screeched to a halt.

The policeman lowered his sunglasses. "Problems, young lady?" 

"Officer, there is a terrible calamity occurring at Drury Evans Business 
School," Mary said.

"A calamity? Here in Lakeview, Chicago USA? What sort of calamity?"

"I-I-I don't know, but it's just the worst," Mary said. "There is some sort 
of horrible giant on the loose."

"Oh, a horrible giant, is it?" He elbowed his partner.

"Yes, please hurry!"

In the next instant, a squad car hurtled from the direction of the school, 
crashing upside-down on the pavement and bouncing across a lawn. A roar like 
a thousand lions pealed over the rooftops.

The officer scurried to retrieve his bullhorn from the trunk. "Run to the 
nearest civil-defense shelter, Blondie," he shouted as he slammed it shut and 
piled into the squad car.

"Help!" she said, but too late: the car squealed away, with Mary's slip 
caught in the trunk and dragging down the street. A rumbling growl, now 
closer, sent her scrambling and tugging her wool sweater as low as it would 
go, to the waistband of her panties. She cupped her ears against the horrible 
bellows while she ran.

An IBM Selectric thudded along the sidewalk, a hand still properly curled 
over J-K-L-sem.

Footfalls shook the earth.

Mary cut in at a yard overgrown with evergreens.

Dashing for cover in the bushes, she became entangled in nettles. She tugged 
to free herself, slipping out of the snagged pullover. 

A nearby tree crackled and fell. She leaped a chain-link fence, losing her 
cotton panties snagged on the wire.

The world grew suddenly quiet.

 From her hiding spot behind a sprawling shrub, Mary watched the frayed 
sweater hanging on its branch, dancing in the gusts of the giant's breath. 
She covered her mouth when a massive head, with a yellow reptilian eye, rose 
into view.

Quickly, she devised a last plan for escape.

Removing her brassiere, she dropped a pine cone in one of the cups. With only 
one shot, she had to make it good. 

Carefully, she swung the makeshift sling and launched the pine cone. Seconds 
later, it thumped in a distant yard, sending the giant stampeding after it. 
Mary planted her white-and-black saddle shoes and bolted. 

The town was in such a tumult--mothers in curlers dragging children from 
homes, shooing them ahead and humping televisions on their backs--that no one 
noticed the naked girl running in the street, hair waving and pert breasts 
nodding with each stride.

They saw only the rampaging brute, its jaws snapping like rifle-fire, the 
talons of its feet scoring the pavement with each mighty step, leaning, 
reaching lower, and snatching the young woman in its claws. It carried her 
into the air, until her screams and then her kicking legs disappeared inside 
its maw.

* * *

The delivery boy slid the pizza on the policeman's desk. "What's the score, 
Sarge?"

"Why, Johnny!" Sergeant O'Gorman said, whipping his feet off the desk. "It's 
10-to-1: they're this close to invoking the slaughter-rule. Our Cubbies can't 
play their way out of a paper bag, but we love'm anyway."

Johnny Horizon beat his cap against his thigh. "Looks like another loss, 
unless something drastic happens."

"Aye," Sergeant O'Gorman agreed through a piece of pizza. Then he pointed to 
the television set. The food fell from his mouth.

On the black-and-white screen, a great reptilian head rose above the outfield 
bleachers. Its savage jaws chomped through fencing, masonry and wood, 
smashing a crater of destruction into the structure. Even through the tiny 
speaker, its roar curdled their blood. As the crowd fled in all 
directions--running, trampling, leaping--the giant lizard's rage was stoked, 
and it crashed through the ballpark, flailing at the desperate creatures all 
around.

 From the teletype machine, Officer Riley called, "Whatever this thing is, it 
ate the Washington Monument! In the capital!"

The television showed the frenzied dinosaur destroying Wrigley Field, with 
yellow rays blazing from its eyes, scorching the hallowed outfield vines to 
cinders. The embattled throng shrieked in panic. The announcer's own cries 
climbed as the chomping monster charged nearer...

The transmission disappeared in a fizzle of static.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," O'Gorman muttered. He unsnapped the safety on his 
holster. "All right, lads, guns at the ready now. We're going in."

"Hold on, Sergeant O'Gorman. I think I recognize a pattern here," the youth 
said.

"Wait, boys, let's hear him out," the sergeant said. "What is it, Johnny? 
We've got disorder to preserve."

"What we have on our hands is Tyrannosaurus Rex, literally the 'king of 
thunder lizards,' and the most fearsome killing-machine ever to roam the 
earth," Johnny announced to the cowering staff. "I know this from my studies 
of paleontology."

"Paleon--?" The sergeant scratched his forehead.

"Paleontology: the study of dinosaurs," Johnny said. "And this particular 
Tyrannosaurus Rex is following a definite pattern."

"Oh?"

"Don't you see? It is systematically devouring the skyscrapers and ballparks 
of our major cities, thereby rendering them powerless," Johnny said.

"Hell-sent beastie," Sergeant O'Gorman gasped. "That's a theory, I suppose, 
but how can we be sure?"

"Since it has been in Washington D.C., it is coming from the east," Johnny 
reasoned. "Therefore, it has probably already destroyed Yankee Stadium, Shea 
Stadium and the Chrysler Build--"

A phone rang, and the precinct froze as Riley picked it up. Seconds later, he 
replaced the receiver, his face white.

"That was New York," Riley stuttered. "Yankee Stadium, Shea Stadium and, and, 
the Chrysler Building, all...in ruins."

As one, the officers whistled their incredulousness.

Sergeant O'Gorman said, "Where are we to go from here? It's already made a 
meal of our Friendly Confines." The television picture resumed, an aerial 
shot of bubbling off the shores of Lake Michigan, where a sizable object had 
submerged.

"To the Southside," Johnny said. "It's headed to Comiskey Park. But first, 
the Prudential Building."

"The tallest building in the world." Sergeant O'Gorman's jaw dropped. "You 
heard him, lads. We've got a city to save!"

A line of flashing black-and-whites sped south on Halsted Street, 

on Lake Shore Drive, 

on the Kennedy Expressway. 

When they skidded into position in the Loop, rows of tanks from Fort 
Sheridan, fresh from crushing picketing steelworkers in Hegewich, lined the 
shoreline. The officers crouched for cover behind their opened doors, pistols 
at the ready, just as the gargantuan burst through the white water.

It roared and seized a Coast Guard clipper, hurling it at a circling 
helicopter gunship, creating a blinding fireball. Batteries of 
surface-to-surface missiles and tanks opened fire, but through the clouds of 
hanging sulfur, the monster reemerged to kick them aside like so many toy 
trains. Police brigades fired their pistols at the dinosaur, which flattened 
their cars like boxes of Cracker Jack. 

That's no ordinary Tyrannosaurus Rex, Johnny thought. Dashing to the back of 
the line, he hopped aboard a bulldozer, shouting to the construction worker 
in the cockpit: "Raise the bucket! Stand your ground!"

As it broke through the line, the monster lowered its head in a charge. All 
that stood between it and the Prudential Building was the yellow bulldozer, 
issuing a defiant black plume from its smokestack.

"Ready..." Johnny raised his arm, and then gave the signal. "Charge!"

The two clashed with a shattering boom. The dinosaur slashed with front claws 
and tail, deadly swipes that whistled through the air. Each blow, deflected 
by the raised scoop of the bulldozer, narrowly missed Johnny. The 
Tyrannosaurus Rex thundered in frustration, and finally attempted to leap 
this final obstacle. Instead, it found itself suspended in the air over the 
bucket, legs furiously kicking.

Johnny seized the opportunity and lunged with a pole in his hands, trying to 
lance the monster's eyes. But the lizard spotted him, chomping on the end of 
the pole, lifting Johnny and thrashing him about. 

He held as best he could, but his grip was loosening under the relentless 
forces.

With a cry, he plunged into the dinosaur's mouth.

Sergeant O'Gorman buried his face in his hands, as the thunder-lizard 
regained its footing and began tipping the bulldozer.

* * *

Falling...

Johnny landed hard. He sat in the darkness for several minutes, vaguely aware 
of the distant thudding of heavy footsteps.

When his eyes had adjusted, he discerned a circular room some eight feet 
across. Rather, it was a cylinder of some sort, stretching into darkness 
above his head, with no apparent ceiling.

More curious still, his clothes had disappeared, and he was clad only in his 
underwear. As were the other men present.

"Where are we?" Johnny said, rubbing his crown. The others shrank back, all 
but one.

"Hello, Johnny."

"Dr. Powers, the famous psychologist?" Johnny had delivered pizzas to his 
office on many a late evening.

"So good to see..." Dr. Powers faltered to the ground. Johnny rushed to his 
side, lifted his head and shoulders. "The processing procedure inside this 
robot has left us all dangerously sapped of potassium and niacin, I'm 
afraid."

Johnny only scratched his head.

"We're inside a machine, son," Dr. Powers said, rapping his knuckles against 
the wall with a hollow clang. "Diabolical, but true."

"Sit tight, Dr. Powers, I'll get us out of here." Johnny cupped an open hand 
around his mouth, calling into the void: "Hello!"

To his surprise, he heard an indistinct but high-pitched echo in reply.

"Is anybody there," he shouted. Again he heard the wailing, from far away, up 
the shaft. "Keep calling, I will follow your voice."

Dr. Powers slumped to the floor. "Beware of Dr. Bilious, Johnny," he 
murmured.

Johnny opened the doctor's eyelids. "See to this man!"

He hurriedly examined the circumference of the chamber. The featureless walls 
offered no footholds. "Give me your clothes, whatever you have," he said to 
his cellmates. Though perplexed, they complied, and soon he had tied a rope 
of some length. "I'll need a boost," he said. "Let's see what this is all 
about."

He planted his hands on the cool wall, his feet against the opposite side, 
and began inching upward. As he climbed into darkness, the motions of the 
vessel, combined with the depletion of potassium and niacin, two essential 
minerals every body needs and part of a healthy diet, made him dizzy, but he 
continued higher until finally he crawled from the tube, into a larger 
chamber. 

Below stretched a cylinder identical to the one he had exited; both tunnels 
moved in a synchronous motion, one pistoning forward while the other swung 
back, and then switching directions, on and on. Johnny understand that he sat 
in the belly of the beast, and the cylinders were the monster's legs. He 
heard more pleadings from below.

"Hang tight," Johnny said. He took a deep breath and slid into the black 
chute.

Slowing his descent with arms and legs, he lowered himself to another 
chamber. Startled voices tittered around him. His arms rose defensively, 
while he strained to see into the murky surroundings.

"Are you all right?"

"Have you come to rescue us?" 

"Who are you?"

"Please don't harm us."

The voices were female.

Eventually he distinguished their forms. The men had been processed to the 
other side, and the women here, stripped of all clothing, except for high 
heels. Their nakedness did not hinder their grateful crowding however.

"It's been terrifying, all by ourselves." "Finally, someone has come!" "We're 
saved!" They hugged and kissed him.

Johnny cleared his throat. They fell to apprehensive silence.

"I'm afraid we are inside of the dinosaur," he said, and they fell at his 
feet, some feinting. "But I may know a way out." This restored a hopeful 
silence. "I can't promise I will return, so you, all of you, will have to be 
brave, and wish me luck."

A woman with long blond hair and black collarband stepped forward to kiss 
him, her wirey bush brushing the back of his hand. "Good luck, courageous 
man."

A pair of warm lips sucked his ear, whispering, "You are our last hope."

Another woman licked his neck; Johnny tipped his head to receive her velvet 
tongue. A brunette with a short bob ran her fingers through his hair and 
turned his head so that she could plant a wet citrus kiss. Dozens of 
fingertips fluttered across his chest, then blew like a breeze of butterflies 
over the trail of hair down his stomach, past his naval, lower and lower. 

Insistent arms parted his legs where he stood. Tongues tickled his insteps, 
and behind his knees. 

Breasts danced patterns on his back, pelvises ground on his buttocks, 
sharpened fingernails twisted his nipples. 

Mouths made love to Johnny's face, and when he opened his eyes, a redhead and 
brunette were leaning across him, necking. 

An unseen angel applied her devotion to his scrotum, humming contentedly, 
while pairs of skilled hands milked his erection. 

Johnny felt the situation slipping as the captive women expressed their 
gratitude, binding together in the face of peril. The press of bodies formed 
a hot cocoon writhing about him. 

Here escaped a soft gasp of ecstasy, there an erotic cry, followed by 
another, by several, growing more frequent, a counterpoint of female lust 
swelling into a dirge of passion: moans, sighs, the smackings of lips and 
labia, the orgy assuming a collective consciousness, evolving to a 
desperately sensuous organism. At its heart, Johnny closed his eyes and 
surrendered, levitating in a field of primal bliss, and seized by a vibration 
that pulsed from the tip of his cock and branched like lightning over his 
legs and torso. His skin became electric, every nerve wriggling white-hot, as 
a masculine voice joined the women's, who pumped surge after surge of semen 
from his helpless cock. 

A tremendous quaking sent them clinging to Johnny's shoulders. 

"That was no mere orgasm," he said, looking skyward. "That must have been the 
collapse of the Prudential Building. Time to spring into action."
 
"Good luck, Johnny." The tall blonde kissed him and hurried off. When they 
said their goodbyes, the crowd parted, revealing a girl standing alone, lips 
quivering.

Johnny's jaw dropped. "Mary!"

Mary Will shuffled forward, sobbing on his shoulder.

Johnny raised her chin. "I'll come back for you." They plunged into a 
soul-bearing last kiss, until her sisters gently pulled her away. "I'll be 
back for all of you."

Johnny gave the makeshift rope a couple of tugs, then pulled himself up and 
out of sight.

He climbed into the cavernous belly. Muted pings echoed outside the hull, and 
Johnny knew they were underwater, in Lake Michigan: it wouldn't be long 
before the monster devoured its next target. Overhead he discovered a line of 
industrial bolt-ends--using the rope, he scaled the interior of the machine, 
until he spotted a ledge above, from which filtered a dim glowing. Just in 
time too, as the dull clamoring resumed outside: violent percussions vibrated 
the hull, disturbing the rope, slamming Johnny against the steel walls. With 
his grip weakening, suspended over the dark bowels of the monster, Johnny 
tried to time the rope's swinging, and jumped.

Catching his arms and elbows over the edge, he hauled his body up into a 
control room lit by twinkling circuitry. At the far end of the cabin, past 
humming generators, were two circular windows, backed by powerful laser 
cylinders. Beneath these was a silver chair, that seated a man busy at a bank 
of controls. Above the instrument panel was an etched brass plate, "Dr. 
Bilious." The gnomish man turned a dial and pushed a lever. The cylinders 
behind the windows sparked and discharged a pulse of brilliant light through 
the portals, making Johnny shield his eyes.

He crept closer to the sallow man, who reactivated the knob and reached for 
the lever.

"Not an inch further," Johnny said, seizing the bony wrist.

"You dare interfere at my moment of victory." The voice was a low croak. "My 
Tyranno-X will rule the world!"

The chair knifed around, and a foot pounded against the youth's breadbasket. 
Doubled over, Johnny lifted his gaze. The professor in the white laboratory 
coat had hideously bulbous eyes and head, bald but for black eyebrows like 
gashes over the eyes. He brandished a silver gun with a clear barrel, ringed 
by three disks.

"You have plagued me long enough, meddlesome boy," the evil professor 
snickered. "Now, for a taste of my raygun."

But Johnny knew karate, and swung his leg to send the gun skidding. The 
doctor clambered for the weapon, but the boy tackled him, nudging the gun 
into the dark chasm beyond.

The gnarled villain fought with surprising ferocity, animated by all the 
anger in its black heart. He kicked the boy in the ribs, and repeatedly 
across the floor with his ankle-high black boots.

Outside, the battle between mankind and monster rumbled on.

Johnny's eyes grew wide as his head dangled over the precipice beyond the 
ledge. The mad professor wasted no time, pouncing and locking his claws 
around the youth's neck. His eyes boiled with venom, his breath stank of 
murderous acid. "Time to die, All-American Boy."

The two grappled, a tumbling blur of hatred and survival. With a protracted 
cry, the combatants tipped over into the darkness.

Seconds later, screams echoed from far below.

The rope hanging from the rivet overhead grew suddenly taut. Five fingers, 
and then ten, clutched at the metal ledge.

Huffing, Johnny pulled himself onto the deck, crawling to the front of the 
cabin.

 From the portals, Johnny saw that the monster was charging across the Dan 
Ryan Expressway. The white arches of Comiskey approached with each huge 
stride. Shouts emanated from within: the ballpark was full of baseball fans!

His mind spinning, Johnny's eyes darted over the long rows of dials and 
meters.

The monster plowed through the parking lot, throwing vehicles to the sides. 

Gritting his teeth, Johnny flicked entire rows of switches with his arms.

He was thrown to the front of the cabin.

The monster had stopped.

Then it waved to the battalions of Chicago police below.

One of its eyes swung open, and Johnny leaned outside. "Sergeant O'Gorman, 
I've got it handled up here."

"I might have known it were you, Johnny! Hizzonner Duhmare's house is only a 
few blocks yonder. He will award you the key to the city, sure, lad."

"Glad to be of service, sir," Johnny said. "Give me a few minutes--I'll be 
right back."

The sergeant said, "You take all the time you need, young man. What do we do 
with the monster, I wonder?"

Johnny said, "Don't worry, Sarge, I've got a plan." He disappeared within.

"That boy." Sergeant O'Gorman shook his head, grinning. "All right, 
laddiebucks, let's pick up a little around here. We're going home."

Several minutes later, the rope dropped amongst the nervous gaggle of nude 
women, and Johnny slid down.

"America is saved," he announced. They jumped in excitement, kissing their 
hero.

At the other end of the room, a body lay in a heap beneath a white coat. 
Johnny held the women as they turned away and shivered.

Once more, he climbed through the body of the beast, until he reached the 
control room. Johnny lowered Tyranno-X's head to the ground. "Bueno," 
"Click-click," "Danke," "Oui": the men from around the world clasped Johnny's 
shoulders and climbed through the monster's mouth to freedom, kissing the 
ground when they exited.

Dr. Powers gave the thumbs-up from his stretcher. "Son, you'll make a fine 
paleontologist."

One-by-one, the women expressed their thanks, feminine fingers and tongues 
telling him they would never forget.

Alone, Johnny and Mary hugged.

"There's one more thing I have to do. Will you come with me?" he said.

Without hesitation, she nodded. They climbed into the control room, where he 
belted her into the chair and activated the monster. The dinosaur rose to 
standing, its mighty engines churning and groaning. "Don't be afraid, Mary," 
Johnny said, and Tyranno-X surged forward. Johnny steered the robot along the 
street, escorted by policecars flashing and wailing, as the blue waters of 
the lake came into view.

Johnny waved to the squads below. "Brace yourself," he said to Mary, and the 
metal dinosaur plunged into the water.

Sergeant O'Gorman removed his cap. "Godspeed, my boy. And for crying out 
loud, get some clothes on these men."

The wonderful world of the seas floated past the windows: tropical fish of 
all shapes and sizes, seahorses and octopi, sponges, corals and shimmering 
kelps. Finally, Mary could relax in Johnny's arms.

She was awakened by gentle shaking. Coming to her senses, she felt a deeper 
shuddering. Looking out the window, she gasped. In the distance, a volcano 
spilled fire into the air. "Where are we?"

"The former island paradise called..." he held her tightly, "Krakatoa."

"Johnny, I'm scared."

He said, "I know, but there is something we have to do, so that no one uses 
Tyranno-X for evil purposes again."

"But what about us?" Mary pouted.

Johnny lowered the dinosaur's head to the ground, and led Mary outside, where 
they kissed. "Wish me luck," he said. "The world hangs in the balance."

Mary waved as the monster started toward the mountain.

As the volcano drew nearer, Johnny increased the machine's power. The mighty 
engines roared as it charged the rocky slopes, plowing through trees and 
vegetation.

The pitch increased and the gargantuan worked harder. Johnny's ears popped 
with the pressure, and still he turned the dial higher.

The outside air snaked with heat as the metal giant splashed through red 
rivers of lava. Johnny gunned the turbines, until the drops of sweat from his 
forehead ran sideways across his cheeks.

The ground trembled. A storm of black ashen rock pelted the titanium skin of 
Tyranno-X, staggering it backwards, but Johnny deftly marshaled its reflexes, 
and the robot fought onward.

The world became a hell of white flames. Johnny's eyes stung, his lungs 
heaved for air: what little he managed to inhale seared his insides. 
Disorientation, directions disappearing, melding into one. In the back of his 
mind he wondered if he were already dead inside the inferno.

"Hold together, baby," he coaxed the magnificent machine, pushing his weight 
against the controls.

For an instant, the fire cleared, and Johnny saw the crater ahead. Inside 
bubbled molten lava, bright as the sun, and flaming prominences rocketed in 
the sky. The rim of earth crumbled into the evil soup, the savage mountain 
devouring itself.

Johnny set the controls full-on, and ran to the back of the cabin, sliding 
down to the monster's mouth. He secured his rope to one of the teeth, and 
began lowering himself to the shaking ground.

Johnny still hung several feet above the ground as the lip of the volcano 
approached. He leapt, rolling between the lizard's rampaging legs.

While skipping a course between hissing rivulets of liquid rock, he heard a 
vast metallic creaking, but dared not stop to look.

The mountain rumbled, and Johnny felt a flash at his back as the volcano 
clashed with the thunder-lizard.

Fire soared overhead. Flaming comets of black cinder pounded the 
surroundings. Johnny ducked and swerved, jumping orange chasms that opened to 
the heart of the earth. The mountain was breaking apart.

Over his shoulder, he glimpsed a tidal wave of lava. The fire crackled behind 
him. To his left, the lava had overtaken him, swallowing palm trees whole and 
razing the lush rainforest to a wasteland.

Vines whipped against his face and shins. He heard trees falling behind him, 
on his heels.

"Johnny! Over here!"

It was Mary, from a rock formation ahead. "Hurry! Don't look back!"

Johnny clawed up the jagged rock that tore his skin. He felt dizzy and 
nauseous, like he was falling.

He felt Mary pulling him by the wrist, to a shadowy cave, cradling his head 
on her grass skirt. The walls around them shuddered. Dust streamed from the 
ceiling. Then, like rushing water, the flaming lava thundered past, beyond 
the mouth of the cave. Sparks flew from the deadly stream, churlish flames 
rearing like horses' heads above the flow.

The heat felt like a hand pushing on Johnny's eyelids.

Darkness.

A sugary liquid dripped between his lips, into his parched throat. He opened 
his eyes.

Mary's blue eyes looked down into his; the sky outside was the same soothing 
color. She was pouring the milky drink from a coconut shell. Johnny raised 
his head.

"Shh, we're safe," she said. "It's all over."

She helped him to his feet, assisted him outside the cave. The sky was 
interrupted only by cottony clouds hovering over the twinkling ocean. The 
forest below teemed with the chatterings and whistles of wildlife, stretching 
all the way to the coast. An undulating plain to the right looked like a 
carpet of green, waving in the breeze: the rebirth of the island, christened 
by a stately rumble of distant thunder.

Johnny's mind spun with questions, but her smile dissipated his concerns. His 
arms cradled her bare waist, and they kissed, her tongue beckoning him.

Mary's skirt whispered in a heap around her ankles. Johnny lifted her naked 
body, carrying her to a bed of grass. Her nipples stood stiff and wanting. He 
straddled her torso; her stomach rose and fell with anticipatory breaths. An 
opal drop glistened at his tip. He brushed it around her nipples, draping a 
tiny filament between them.

"Be my wife, Mary Will," Johnny said. 

She groaned, and brought up her knees. He gazed at her pussy, succulent like 
a rain-kissed plum.

He traced the groove of slickness with his cock, stirring the humid smell of 
her arousal that tickled some button in his brain and made him plunge into 
her creamy grasp.

"Squirt a baby inside me," she said as he slid inside. They giggled and 
stared into one another's eyes as they fucked. A beam of light filtered 
through the palm trees onto her glowing face, and her destiny became suddenly 
clear. She added, "Enough babies to fill an island."

Mary Will held Johnny as he cried out, a wail carried on the backs of 
seabirds fluttering against the orange orb sinking to the sea, leaving a 
farewell trail of sun-kisses on the waves, where ocean breezes swell like a 
chorus of Hawaiian maidens.


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