And on the other side of the fence..
Snippets of the Legendary - Putting Decay to Bed.
Fluttering his decorative wings idly, El'Pookyrnthzl Amachef, Former Lieutenant to the Dark Lord of Forseeable Consequences, Former Subguardian of the
Gates of Mild Despair, Former Assistant to the Secretary of Minor Stumbles, (Redeemed-Probationary) motored through the night sky, immaterial wings of magic
slowly and steadily making progress towards the residence of the (highly attractive) passed-out (dead sexy) hero cradled (half-dressed) in his arms. Pooky
resolutely kept his eyes forward on his flight path, and his hands still on (firm, supple) shoulder and knee. As he arrived directly above the access door to
Decay's apartment, Pooky cut out the flight and dropped from the sky like a rock. Timing it perfectly, he cut back into hover, surfed the ground effect,
and settled noiselessly to the pavement.
Walking down the stairs, Pooky shifted the (ripe, young) heroine to a single-arm carry, and she fell against his shoulder, alcoholic breath blowing warm into
his (exquisitely sensitive) ear. Facing the magically warded entry door to her apartment, Pooky concentrated, his stubby wings and leather coat flaring a white
image of formal suit and ivory feathers. The door pulsed green in response, and Pooky grunted. Pointing at Decay, then pointing at the door, Pooky raised an
eyebrow in inquiry, and the door obligingly clicked open.
Inside the apartment, Pooky shifted Decay back to the easier knees-and-shoulder carry he was using in flight, and looked around. The decor was clean and well
kept, but nothing special. The place almost felt like a hotel room, soulless and empty. The magic wards provided the only real mark of the individual living
here. Pooky walked down the short hallway and opened the end door, turning sideways to confidently enter without disturbing Decay.
And found the bathroom. A grin split his face as he considered the slender (yet buxom and well rounded) form of the heroine nestled in his arms, and he sidled
back out into the hall, opening the second door to discover a linen closet.
The third door finally contained his goal (the bed the bed the bed), and he carefully shifted Decay back to one arm, drawing back the comforter with the other.
Laying down his (lookit those hips) burden, Pooky stepped to the foot of the bed and began unlacing the heavy boots Decay wore. For her part, Decay rolled over
on her side and started snoring. With her boots in hand, Pooky went back to the entry of the apartment, depositing them on the boot rack just inside the door.
When he returned to the bedroom, Decay was still on her side, one hand fumbling weakly and drunkly with the button of her jeans. Pooky sighed, and pulled her
socks off, tossing them in a corner of the room. Decay continued to fumble with her jeans, stymied by the incredibly difficult puzzle presented by the top
button. With a mushy grunt of frustration, Decay gave up and brought her arm back to her chest. With dexterity surprising for his bulky hands, Pooky pulled
Decays legs straight enough to reveal the button that had bested her, and popped it open with a single quick twisting motion. The remainder of the buttons
composing the button fly followed suit, and Decay nestled deeper into her bed as the tension of her tight (ass!) jeans eased.
Back in the hallway, Pooky rummaged through the medicine cabinet, returning to the bedroom with water glass and aspirin in hand. Decay was in motion again, one
arm bent behind her, fumbling at the back of the Paragon Protectors baseball shirt she wore. Pooky's ears twitched. Putting the water glass and aspirin
down on an endtable, Pooky gently grasped Decay's wrist, moving her hand back forward and up. With his other hand, Pooky reached the back of the shirt and
popped her bra open with a single flick of finger-and-thumb (lookit them cans). Decay sighed in pleasure as her bra came loose, and turned over on to her back.
Pooky released the wrist he held, and that hand fell straight towards the head of the bed, and Decay's other hand dived into the collar of her shirt.
Pooky watched in amusement as she drunkenly fumbled to do the Bra Trick, shaking his head as she repeatedly failed to succeed. Finally, he stepped forward and
snagged her flailing right hand in his right, darting a hand into the sleeve of her baseball shirt and snagging the shoulder strap of her bra. a quick tug
pulled this around her elbow, another slipped her forearm out of it, and Decay hunched her shoulders forward as he snagged the remaining shoulder strap and
brought the (hella sexy) black lacy bra out of her other sleeve, tossing it onto the socks in the corner. Decay emitted a grunt of satisfaction and rolled onto
her side, fumbling in and nearly knocking over the nightstand with the water and aspirin about it. Pooky lunged across the bed to rescue them, ending up with
his muscular bulk held in an awkward position to avoid crushing the (nearly naked) girl into her bed. Decay succeeded in her mission and lurched back onto her
back, pulling her jeans down with one hand and holding a small plasticene packet aloft with the other.
Pooky's eyes bounced between the object Decay held aloft and the wriggling, fumbling, drunken removal of pants. It took him several seconds to catch back
up to thought, and his eyes widened as he snatched the condom (scorrre)from her hand. Decay grunted in triumph as her jeans came off, and Pooky stood paralyzed
as warm denim wrapped around his head. "If yurr gentle, fucker, I'mma frow you out t'door" Decay slurred out.
Removing the thrown jeans and depositing them on the pile in the corner, Pooky pocketed the condom. Decay, for her part, was sprawled on her back with her arms
loosely flopped out, one bent knee (yeeeessssss) displaying the matching downstairs complement to the lacy bra sitting in the pile. Pooky's ears twitched
madly as he brought a hand to his face kneading the bridge of his nose. After a moment to collect his thoughts, Pooky pulled the comforter out from under
Decay's sprawled form. Snapping it out like a tablecloth, Pooky guided it down across the intoxicated (willing) girl and stepped back as it settled. Decay
resumed snoring, and Pooky sighed again before returning to the front door of the apartment. Considering the pen and notepad in his pocket, Pooky shook his
head. The door pulsed green at his advance, and Pooky stopped, facing it. The wards smoldered sullenly at the edge of sight, and Pooky sighed again.
Concentrating, Pooky Manifested his diminutive wings and flawless samite suit again. Pointing at the door, Pooky hooked a thumb behind his shoulder, and the
door grudgingly clicked open.
With the door locked behind him, Pooky popped into the night sky in a short hop, landing at a nearby package store. The bored clerk behind the desk raised an
eyebrow when Pooky put six large bottles of Maker's Mark on the bar, but had no questions beyond 'ID?' and 'Cash or Credit?'. Pooky left
the store and flung himself back into the night, heading for one of his favorite haunts for some serious drinking.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies