Chapter 41 - Wild Things
I came back two days later after re-reading the beginning when I met Lila. She posed as a kid on a time-out for “bullying her brother”. Not knowing what she really did would have been better, but there was no taking that reveal back. We were both monsters in the end, but even those deserve some kind of comfort in the eyes of those who pose themselves as better.
For some reason, I entered the library through the garden, and was very surprised to find Tarne there. She was sitting alone in the lush green, facing away, one hand propping her back up on the rock. I walked up, but paused when she made a specific sound.
Without warning, beast made my body invisible just as her back arched, casting her gaze towards where I stood. Her face was contorted in euphoria, content in privacy of the garden while too obviously masturbating. I wanted to say something, but beast held me rooted to the ground, invisible. His cage was gone, no bindings holding him back. I put out a hand in my mind, and wore him like a cloak, as we walked over watching Tarne move her other hand at the crotch inside her pants.
When she was done, beast split out to inspect her blushed face separate from me, and blew air over her face. All of a sudden, Tarne’s face turned to shock, then her eyes closed to enjoy the breeze with a smile. I watched beast move almost liquid around her, sniffing the sweat of spent pleasure at her neck. Her eyes opened sharply, destroying the invisibility we had over us.
“I knew it,” she said, extending a hand to smooth the fur on beast’s jaw. “Hungry?”
“Always,” I heard emanated from a deep beastly voice. Her hand guided the mouth between her legs where teeth took over to rip the front cloth off, leaving a missing patch. It exposed Tarne, but beast covered it up with his mouth, salivating in excitement. I walked off into the garden to let them enjoy their pleasures. Tarne was akin to beast right now, being suddenly grown up without the drawbacks, capitalizing on the new sensations available.
I heard them after a few minutes of walking, loudly moaning and growling in the green lush, almost like two beasts of the forest, free and wild. I envied those simple minds, but Tarne was much different than beast in that nobody had control over her to keep her in check. Lila and Kara were trying to do so, but bits of shame lingering distanced them from the wildness of Tarne. In the general sense, she was human, but she was also me, partially. Which now started to feel like beast was having sex with me. I heard the sounds die down, and instantly absorbed beast with an image of Tarne spread out on the rock, dripping from between her legs before I dropped a ton of tar over beast and exited the library.
break
I returned the next day, determined to speak to Lila this time. I entered the library from a blip at the top of one of the bookshelves. I sat there like Rebecca once did, and scanned the environment with pseudo-through vision. It focused on objects while dropping opacity on walls, ceiling, and floor. Lila was in the attic, spread out on the floor. I wondered why she was there by herself. Kara was in her bed, pillow over her face with arms hugging it tight. It felt weird. Tarne was in the garden, jumping between trees while naked. I almost wanted to let beast loose to play with her, but decided to see what was up with Lila.
I floated up through the ceiling, and took a spot right next to Lila on the floor. I thought back to some nights when I took my clarinet into a dance studio parts of the theatre arts building at my old school to play some music to a vast and empty room in the dark. It was fun. I pointed a finger up into the vast open space and fired a green firework off my finger that exploded and faded into yellow light, shimmering down like gold flakes.
“Hey,” Lila said.
“Hey,” I said. “You alright?” A silence followed that felt loaded in tension, so I fired off a few more fireworks into the open space launching from my fingers. The last, I fired off from my palm and it was a nuke-like explosive that burst a universe into the air above us to watch.
“Kara and I had a fight, I guess,” Lila said. “About Tarne.”
“Oh,” I said. I wanted to ask what it was about, but it was too obviously about her sexual journey and lack of restraint. “Wanna find some life in this universe and rule it like gods?” I turned toward her, and she turned her head to meet my eyes.
“Yeah, ok,” she said. I extended my hand. The second she took it, I pointed at the universe hovering above us to fire us like a firework into the vast collection of mass and emptiness to find life. When I opened my eyes, we were two silhouettes of light in a different space. There was a haze of milky orange everywhere instead of empty darkness. Lila got close to me, and held onto my silhouette. It felt strange, like she was penetrating my being at every pore and orifice at the same time.
“Zaxi?” She asked, her words exiting lips as red fire, twisting and fading into the inside of an orange that we were occupying. “Just like Finnelgamin’s story.”
“I guess,” I said, drifting apart from her and feeling strangely empty now that her essence was no longer inside me. The sensation felt addictive, but something a human could not experience, unless maybe the euphoria of drowning fully naked very deep underwater where the water would literally penetrate every possible orfice and pore. A deep-ocean death-hug orgasm. “Come on, lets go find some life to overlord.”
We flew together from planet to planet, inspecting the living beings for something with intelligence, but found only some wildlife. It was possible that each had indigenous life that we could play with, but it hid when we arrived, as many would in presence of gods. In time, we found a populated world with technology, and were welcomed with a bunch of nuclear-sort of rockets as we descended. Lila took that negatively right away, turning into a giant physical version of herself, triskele vagina on her lower back dripping with excitement.
I watched as Lila demolished a whole city with swipes of her arms, and remembered she actually did that to her own universe. The intelligent beings that they were, the defense launched a bunch of nukes at her vagina, possibly thinking it the weak point. This, obviously, only brought Lila to orgasm. She looked back to me, still floating in the sky observing her, and laughed. I was glad she was smiling again, but this gratuitous violence of a naked other-human being killing and destroying things excited beast to the point of leaping out of my chest into the fight. He was a brown, giant, furry, bear-gorilla with a curved penis already solidified. I knew what was coming next.
Lila leaned against a skyscraper, slapping her opening against the side of it as it contracted like a suction cup to the surface. I watched as beast stepped up, putting his front paws-hands on sides of Lila’s body. The erect curve burst into the building like a rocket, destroying everything in the path through the building and back out at the spot Lila was leaning to enter from behind. The damage on the bottom, made the building give way, taking beast and Lila down in the mess of bodies and building rubble where they continued having sex, finally revealing to the beings that the “weak spot” they attempted to attack was just a giant vagina.
Once they were done, the intelligent beings stopped fighting back, instead just focusing on rescuing each-other and recovering the others in danger. I absorbed beast back in as Lila floated back over, a glowing silhouette again.
“Hell, I needed that,” she said, her mouth bursting flames into the air. “And beast did good, too.” I looked over the chaos we created, and snapped my fingers to set it back to normal, with all beings fully knowing what just happened. They collectively cheered and celebrated us as gods we were to them. “Thank you, Jack. You know what a girl with a lot on her mind wants.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I think— I let you go back to your old ways. I hope it didn’t bring up and past memories.” Lila patted my shoulder.
“Nah, I needed this,” she said. “Almost made me forget about the fight I had with Kara over Tarne. She just kept suggesting that we need to instill a sense of shame into our child. It’s stupid.”
“Is it?” I asked. Lila tilted her head.
“Oh, you’re taking her side?”
“There are no sides,” I said. “When I arrived, Tarne was jumping around from tree to tree in the garden fully naked. At a certain point, you just want your child to mirror you, have a little restraint.” Lila crossed her arms, and snapped her fingers to set the city back to the chaos that was created.
“I don’t have restraint, obviously,” she said. “Do you mean, I can’t exist?”
“I mean, you ended up in the untethered space for this exact reason,” I argued. “You have no restraint. Which is cool, but it’s not sustainable in the worlds.” I snapped the city back together, with definitely less cheering this time from the masses below. Lila lifted a hand, and snapped the city back to chaos again. I grimaced. This was a longer argument than I had time for right now. I grabbed her hand, snapped the city back together, to no cheering this time, and snapped my own fingers that removed us from the universe, and faded it from existence.
“I am not taking sides,” I said. “But I have to go for now.”
“As always,” Lila remarked. I wanted to tell her I was sorry, but it was a moot point. My time limits took me away from her at important times. It was stupid. I sighed, becoming air, and exiting.
break
I did not come back over the weekend, Or even over the extra day of holiday. My home was not suited for writing, and I needed to change that. Over the three days away from my routine, I devolved into something else, often ending in a day of migraine from the differing amount and type of food ingested. It was not a sustainable way of living. I felt changes in my future, ones I had to choose. After the days away, I hoped the library and my link to untethered space was still intact. I breathed a sigh of relief to find the wooden box in my vision with the spiral staircase to the grand space that I tied my memories to.
The library was empty. Instead of looking though the scene, I decided to get attention the standard way.
“Hello?” I called out in the open space. “Lila? Kara? Tarne? Fyntn? Uhh— Barcode?” I turned in a full circle looking around for anyone arriving to meet me, but after a full minute of it, the chances of that felt slim. I walked up the stairs to check Lila’s bedroom, then Tarne’s. They were not there. I knocked on the bathroom door and found it ajar with nobody inside. I followed into the attic ballroom, finding darkness and emptiness. They all had to be in the garden, though I had not seen Fyntn around in a while.
“Hello?!” I called out, while coming down the stairs again. The open space felt heavy with silence, something I often found comforting. Now it felt crushing. I opened the double doors to the garden onto the green lush. One thing missing from this place, though not missed, were the vines of Lym. They were a pompous plant that sought their own water source if not cared for appropriately. I was not sure there was a way to safety-proof that one. The plant gorged on water when found, expanding like balloons of water, moving the heavy vines dangerously until popped.
I walked a bit into the garden inspecting the changes Lila made for safety. Those no longer had to exist, but maybe it was better to leave as is. One thing I did wonder about was whether Garr worked to age others forward in the same way it could heal them. If that was real, it would serve well to grow itself on youth getting older, and healing wounds to reverse the effects. Maybe that was how Garr was intended to work in the Mosonian Wilds.
The path ahead curved into the thicket of bamboo, disappearing from view. That was where I saw Tarne jumping between stalks before, naked and free. She looked so happy back then, and I suppose she was still happy, enjoying the comforts her body allowed. It must have been a drain on Lila and Kara after a while. When I could see ahead again, I found a figure standing at the very end of the garden, by the door to nothing with a circular window.
I had not been that far into the garden in a while, far past Brancher, Reaper, and Lym. In that story, that door served to access the backyard, strangely empty of vegetation, only housing a small shed. When I got closer, I realized the figure at the door was Tarne, clothed in tight clothing that pushed her breasts up into a heaving cleavage.
“Hey,” I said. She did not turn around, just looked out into the darkness as if tracking something within it.
“They’re fighting,” she said. I followed her gaze, and waved a hand to turn the whole wall into a window. In the darkness beyond I found Lila, wearing glowing armor of fire, and wielding a spear with a long ribbon spiraling around the shaft, then around her arm and looped around her neck. Kara on the other hand was glowing green, an aura of the Infinity Void and Keir pathways. Fyntn clung onto her back, ears waving with every motion, clutching one arm underneath her breasts for support, while the other operated portals thanks to his claws.
Kara vanished into a portal created by his claw, appearing behind Lila to deliver a punch to the back of her head. Lila retaliated with a swing of her spear, but missed, the ribbon unraveling to leash onto Kara and circle back for a stab through her shoulder. Kara screamed out in pain, but pulled the spear free, and crushed it inside a large metal fist. I wanted to stop them, but it was just a bit entertaining to see them go at it. Lila brought five more spears into existence, circling behind her with ribbons creating a red vortex. Kara produced her Keir from a tattoo and opened it in the space like a fist to impact Lila.
I looked into the scene under a filter to expose my vines weaving through the space, and captured Lila and Kara into a single orb, while spitting Fyntn out. Then I split the orbs apart, and put them in another indestructible cube with see-through walls. For the final touch, I attached a piece of Queen of Thorn’s glowing purple thorn to each of their ears to pacify their minds for the time being. I had to go.
“Leave them to work it out peacefully,” I said. “It’s not your fault.”
“Kinda feels like it is,” Tarne said.
“It’s their belief systems clashing,” I said. “Don’t worry. They’ll be fine. Love conquers all.” She smiled.
“What a ridiculous notion,” Tarne said, and turned, but I was already gone, and late for work.
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