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                             Part 7

                           Written by
                            Ed Hrzic

                      Copyright (c) 1997 by
                            Ed Hrzic
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               PART 7 -- "My Dragon, You're Dragon"

  Fesl kneeled down in front of Clap. He had been pressed against
the wall when she surprised him, as she began to come on strong.
  "Really...are you SURE you're alright?" Clap asked, again.
  "Yes, I am purrrrrrrfectly fine."
  Clap thought a moment. "Wouldn't that be something Kat would
say?"
  "What?"
  "Never mind," he said as he shook his head.
  She snuggled up to him, taking his hand and holding it between
her breasts.
  "Uh...Fesl, what are you doing?"
  "Just what comes natural, dear," she said, closing her eyes.
  Clap couldn't believe it. Since Fesl was an android, she was
supposed to be naive in some ways. Had Khami been teaching her
things while he was for the day?
  Nah.
  Fesl was unconscious until they came back.
  Or was she?
  She dropped his hand and put her thumbs under the straps of her
panties.
  "Fesl? What happened to you?"
  She looked at him. "Nothing happened. I'm functioning normally,
sweetheart."
  Clap was puzzled. "Dear? Sweetheart? You don't normally call me
those things."
  "I don't? Then I'll have to do it more often, sugar."
  She pulled her panties off.
  Clap had never thought he would actually sleep with Fesl. Of
course the thought had crossed his mind, but the actual chance to
do so never occurred to him.
  She dropped the panties on the floor.
  There she was, her entire body naked. By just looking at her,
one would know that her creator knew what he was doing when he
made her. Every curve was perfectly shaped and supple.
  She reached for his hands and took them into her own.
  "What ever happened to the Fesl I used to know?" he asked.
  She only smiled, pulling him up to his feet after she did. To
the bed she led him. "Let me show you what I am capable of. I can
bring you to places you have never dreamed."
  "Wow!" he said. "I've never been to Disneyland!"
  She almost gagged for a moment. "That isn't quite what I had in
mind, honey." She reached for his shirt.
  "Oh!" he concluded. "That's what you meant."
  She pulled his shirt off and hugged him. Her breasts pressing
against him, she sighed peacefully.

               *              *              *

  "What do you mean that he's your ideal man?" Kat asked Khami as
they walked through the streets.
  "I don't know why," she sighed. "He is just a man I would like
to spend the rest of my life with."
  "You're insane. He's a sex-hungry male, just like most of them
that I've known," Kat said, folding her arms.
  "What about the men of YOUR race. What about them?"
  "Men are men, whether they're human, elven OR feline. But back
to Clap...I still want to know why."
  "I've got two words for you: he's cute."
  Kat nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose you're right. By the way,"
she said looking around, "where's Soap?"
  "She's over there, buying some candy."
  Sure enough, Soap was over at a booth, buying a VERY large
portion of cotton candy. How large? About twice the size of Don
King's hair.
  Soap giggled at something as she walked back over to them. "Do
you two want some cotton candy?"
  Kat and Khami shook their heads together.
  Something was amiss, and Soap noticed it.
  "Where's that new girl?" she asked.
  Kat and Khami looked at each other. Then they looked around.
  Crine was standing in front of a store.
  "There she is," Kat said.
  She, Khami and Soap walked over to her and saw what she was
staring at.
  "Look's like we've found it," Khami said.
  "This be strange items of clothing," Crine concluded. "How dost
one wear such things and not catch a death of cold?"
  Khami put her hand on Crine's shoulder. "Crine, it's not meant
to be worn in public."
  "Then what be these strange things for?"
  Kat and Khami lowered their heads.
  Khami shook her head. "You don't get out much, do you?"
  Crine lowered her head in shame. "Being in a monastery for
fifteen years did not lend itself to experience."
  Khami smiled at Kat. "Look's like we got to bring her up to
date on what's been going on. First stop, silk city."

               *              *              *

  Fesl had was on all fours. Clap was behind her, hands on both
of her hips, sliding in and out of her. She moaned slightly and
licked her lips.
  Clap stopped for a moment and looked at the manual that he had
put on her back. "Let's see...," he said, "if a move farther in
and to the left..."
  Fesl yelped.
  "Then," he continued, "that button activates a your feminine
logic circuits."
  Fesl didn't say anything.
  "And to the right..."
  She cried out again.
  "That increases your reactivity. It's looks like I've found out
all of the switches on your body."
  Fesl didn't appear to care. "Just...keep..."
  Clap continued to slide in and out of her, sometimes fast,
sometimes slow. She clamped her thighs together to keep him in
deep.
  For an entire hour, Clap continued to give, and Fesl continued
to receive. Then her body tensed, and she cried out in delight.
Clap didn't stop, and she got back into the rhythm.
  "Fesl...I don't know how much longer that I can keep this
up..." In effect, he didn't, since he reached his limit right
after saying it.
  A warm sensation seeped throughout her womanhood. She bucked
upright and said, "System levels are now out of danger levels.
Returning to normal specifications."
  Then she dropped to the floor.
  All Clap could do was watch, quite puzzled.

               *              *              *

  "Art thou SURE?" Crine asked, holding up the piece of silk that
was about the size of her palm.
  "Positive," Kat said. "Oh, and this," she continued as she
handed Crine another piece, about the same size.
  Crine looked rather skeptical of the whole situation.
  The door behind them opened, and Khami stood before them.
"Well?" she asked for their opinion.
  She was wearing a tight, black teddy that was cut high above
her legs, and small white ruffles danced around the various
edges. It held her breasts out, and showed that they were her
most prominent parts. All this, and nearly see-through, too.
  "Impressive," Kat remarked.
  "THIS is what I've been missing?" Crine gasped in shock.
  Khami and Kat nodded simultaneously.
  Crine looked at them both and began edging away. "I've got to
be going. I...uh...I think I hear my mother calling."
  Khami grabbed Crine's tunic. "You're not going anywhere. You're
going to try this on if we have to dress you ourselves."
  "What if I refuse?"
  "Oh, I'm sure we can think of something. Now, into the stall."
  Crine walked into the stall, head held low. In both fists she
carried the pieces of silk.
  She closed the door and began to pull off her tunic. That was
all she wore. She had no need to wear anything else in the
monastery. 'What was all of this that I was missing?' she asked
herself, silently. She didn't know what to do next. "Uh, how do I
put these things on?"
  Kat's voice came over the door. "Shall I help you?"
  "Aye," Crine replied.
  Kat opened the door, and closed it behind her. "Now, what seems
to be the trouble?"
  "I can't find any way to put these things on."
  Kat smiled. "It's very simple. See this?" she picked up the
triangular piece, "Put your legs though both of the smaller
holes, and pull it up to your waist."
  Crine looked at it thoughtfully, then did so.
  "They feel...soft," Crine said.
  "That's what lingerie is for. Now, for this other piece, you're
going to have to put your arms over your head."
  Crine did so, allowing her breasts to be lifted with them.
  Kat reached around Crine chest, pulling the silk around her.
She pulled the strings forward and began to tie them. "You have a
wonderful shape," Kat began.
  "Thanks," she said. "My body has been changing more and more."
  Kat finished tying the bows. The bra was finished. "Perfect.
Now, let's see how Khami likes it."
  They stepped outside, and gestured to Khami. She nodded. "It
suits you."
  Crine nodded. "Good, now we can leave."
  Kat and Khami shook their heads in unison.
  Crine lowered her head.

               *              *              *

  Clap put Fesl on the bed, and began to dress her. He pulled the
blankets over her when he was done.
  Sitting down at the table, he began to read the manual. "I
thought I read it somewhere," he began flipping through the book
...system...system...system...Ah! Here it is, system levels."
  He read through it. "The systems need a certain amount of
biological fluid to keep themselves running. At reduced amounts,
the 'survival instinct' initiates a program that will quickly
find a supply of fluid. The personality changes dramatically,
becoming 'seductive' to seduce a prospective holder of fluid.
This is generally the first person in sight." Clap nodded. "Okay,
seems logical so far."
  He looked through the book once again. A letter fell out of it,
and to the ground.
  Clap picked it up. "What's this?" He looked it over. "It must
be the doctor's letter." It was still sealed.
  He opened it up and began reading.


Dear Clap,

  If you are reading this letter, then I am dead...or you have
stolen my manual. We'll continue as if the former happened.
  Fesl is my prototype android for a collection of women that I
was to build for myself. Being in the forest for years gets kind
of lonely, so...but I digress. There is something in the manual
that I failed to explain: the fact is that the biological fluid
that is needed is the type released from an human's orgasm. The
amount given off by the partner will usually supply Fesl for
about one week. The fluid given off by a woman will power her for
only three days. So, you need to occupy her in bed at least once
a week for her to keep active. That is all. Sweet dreams, and
don't let her fall into the wrong hands. By the way, she's cute,
isn't she?
 
Sincerely,
Doc

  Clap wiped away a tear. "That was beautiful." Then he read
farther down.

  P.S.: SHUT UP!

  "Fine," Clap said.

               *              *              *

  "I am quite tired of putting this on," Crine said to Kat,
inside of the stall.
  "What's wrong with it? You've been apprehensive ever since we
stepped in here."
  "I feel strange," she said as she sat down on the bench. She
began pulling on some stockings. She had nothing else on.
  Kat smiled and shook her head. "Never had an orgasm, have you?"
  Crine stopped. "A...what?"
  "Or a wet-dream?"
  Crine shook her head, not knowing what the alien terms meant.
  "That's what I thought. You grew up with men for most of your
life, so you're missing out on what it's like to be a woman."
  "I don't understand," Crine sighed.
  Kat kneeled down in front of her. "You haven't experienced
anything about being a woman, so you don't know what the hell's
going on. Tell me something...have you ever dreamed of a man?"
  Crine thought for a moment. "Just in speaking."
  Kat continued. "Whenever you're in bed, by yourself, do you
ever...you know..."
  Crine hadn't the slightest idea about what she was talking
about. "I do not comprehend what thou art saying."
  Kat sighed heavily. She got an idea and reached for Crine's
legs, and pulled them open.
  "What art thou doingst?"
  "Just relax," Kat reassured her.
  "I don't..." she tensed up when she felt Kat's tongue on her
and bucked her body. "What..."
  "Just relax," Kat repeated, "You're reacting fine."
  Kat continued to lap at Crine's lower lips, and inserted her
tongue into her body. Crine almost crushed Kat's head between her
thighs.
  "Careful! I'm not as strong as you are."
  Crine eased up somewhat, but bucked again as the sensations
continued. Kat stood up and bent down into Crine's face. She put
her mouth to Crine's, and inserted her tongue. Meanwhile, she
moved her hand down to Crine's womanhood and began stroking her
softly. Kat broke the kiss but kept up her massaging.
  "How does that feel?"
  Crine didn't say anything. She just continued to react to the
touches.
  Kat slipped her fingers into Crine's body, and rubbed them
around until they hit her barrier. Kat kissed her again, and sped
up the movements.
  Crine's moans were getting louder and louder, and suddenly she
cried out, showering Kat's fingers with a dewy warmth. She sank
against the wall, spent from the encounter.
  Kat smiled. "Well, well. Look's like we have a new woman. Now,
put your stuff back on and gather what you want, and we'll buy
it."
  Crine nodded slowly. "What...was that feeling...in my whole
body...?"
  "That was an orgasm. Your very first one. Congratulations."
  Kat opened the door and walked out. Khami and Soap were
waiting.
  "Where were you, Soap?" Kat asked.
  "Buying more candy, and I looked around for some clothes of my
own. Want to see my underwear with birds on them?"
  "No thanks," Kat said.
  "Kat," Khami asked, "What was that all about in there?"
  Crine opened the door, fully dressed, not to mention fully
flushed.
  "Just introducing someone new to the whole prospect of
womanhood."
  Khami had no idea what she meant.

               *              *              *

  They arrived home about an hour later, after getting something
to eat. Clap was reading.
  "Hey, y'all," Clap waved. "Where did you go?"
  "Shopping," Khami put it bluntly.
  "Uh-huh," he nodded. "So, is everything in town finished?"
  "As in?"
  "Have we done everything we need to here?"
  Khami thought for a moment. "I think so."
  Clap put the book down and closed it. "So, we have three things
we need to do from this point. One, go take care of that dragon
up north. Two, get Kat back home. Three, attend the ball at
what's-his-name's castle."
  Khami nodded. "Sound's about right." She looked over at Fesl.
"Anything happen while we were gone?"
  Clap shrugged. "Nah. Quiet as usual."

               *              *              *

  The growing party was on the road north, at sun-rise. Fesl got
up that morning, and could explain nothing about what happened.
There was nothing in sight for hours on end, and the only thing
they had to occupy their time was singing 'The Song That Doesn't
End.'
  Kat was the first to scream in veritable agony. "WILL ALL OF
YOU SHUT UP! YOU'VE BEEN SINGING THAT SONG FOR THE LAST THREE
HOURS!"
  Everyone (having a good time, by the way), stopped and looked
at her.
  Kat stopped, and the singing continued.
  About ten hours on the road, they stopped at the side of the
road to get some sleep. Khami checked the map.
  "From my calculations, we should be able to reach the town
before noon tomorrow."
  "Good!" Soap cheered.
  "Then I'm going to sleep," Clap yawned. "It's been a long day."
  "Yeah...for all of us," Kat added.
  Strangely enough, Clap was the only one who hadn't noticed that
their new member was being VERY quiet for the entire day. Kat,
Khami and Soap turned to her.
  "You've been AWFULLY quiet, Crine," Soap said.
  That caught her off guard. She looked up and saw all three of
them staring at her. "Huh?" she said, innocently.
  "Thinking about life, aren't you?" Khami asked.
  "Uh...not really," Crine replied, "I'm just getting in touch
with myself...after yesterday"
  Kat giggled. "Looks like the next thing you need to do," she
said as she stroked her tail, "is to really sleep with someone."
  Crine looked up at her. "You mean...there's more?"
  "Much, MUCH more," Khami put it straight.
  "I'm sure we can find someone along the way," Kat thought out
loud. "What about Clap?"
  They all looked over at him. He snored loudly.
  "Well, maybe. He was sorta satisfying..." Kat trailed off.
  Khami fumed at the remark, then got her own idea. "How about at
that ball? We get her dressed up and BOOM! She'll never know what
hit her."
  "'Tis awful nice of thee to think of me in that way, but me
thinks that it be much harder than thou anticipate."
  Soap raised her hand.
  "Yes, Soap?" Kat noticed.
  "Just what are all of you talking about? Sleeping? Lingerie?
Clothes? Clue me in."
  "We'll tell you when you're older," Kat finalized.
  Soap stood and stomped her foot. "I'm older than all THREE of
you put together, and you tell me I have to wait till I'm older?"
  Kat realized what was going on, then caught herself. "Did I say
older? I meant 'more mature.'"
  "Oh, okay," were the last words from Soap before she went to
sleep.
  "It's settled, then, right?" Khami said as she looked over at
Crine.
  "R...right."
  Kat looked Crine over. "By the way Crine, are you wearing any
of the things we bought for you last night?"
  Crine turned several different shades of red.

               *              *              *

  Khami's prediction turned out to be true. They arrived at the
town, which was named 'Fry' for some odd reason. No wonder
really, when the group saw that half of the town was charred bits
of wood and organs (musical and biological).
  They asked the first person they saw where the leader of the
town was. They received a quick reply to look in the hut to the
south of town.
  It was a quaint little hut where they met a man named Gymm.
Thankfully the mayor wasn't a greedy individual who charged
exorbant taxes on his people and pocketed half of it. As a matter
of fact, after a small few questions, our intrepid wanderers
found out that he really wasn't the mayor as everyone would know
one. He was just a leader who tried to keep his small town
together, before, during and after the dragon attacks.
  He was a small human man, really, and couldn't be more than
thirty years old. If he was any older, the hero and heroines
could not tell.
  The dragon's name was 'Smhawgg,' and lived on a mountain top
named 'Lonely Peak.' The sun-sensitive doorway to his lair would
only open at sundown, which was in the next four hours. Gymm told
them to stay as long as they would like, if they truly intended
on getting rid of the pesky flying reptile. They also found
something else out.
  Gymm cleared his throat and said, "There's something else that
you should know. My younger sister and the daughter of an
influential individual of the village are being held captive
inside of the cave."
  Khami thought a moment. "It's always like that, isn't it Clap?"
  Clap didn't answer.
  They all looked around for him.
  "Clap?" Khami repeated.
  He was nowhere to be found.
  "What are all of you waiting for? Let's go save those girls!"
came his voice from outside.
  "We still have FOUR hours, Clap!" Kat shouted back at him.
  "Then I'll just have to burrow through the mountain!"
  Kat scratched her head. "You mean...with your-"
  "NO!"
  "Oh."
  Khami dragged Clap back in. "Just sit tight for a few hours.
Read a book."
  "And what book should that be? Little Women?"


               *              *              *

  Two hours passed as Clap paced back and forth outside of a hut
that they had been given by the mayor. He had worn a canal into
the dirt as he waited for the magic time to near.
  Then, it happened. The sun began to set. Clap could barely
contain himself. He searched all around the village for his
compatriots. "Let's get going!" He shouted. Kat and Soap were the
only ones within earshot, and were bowled over from his surprised
appearance.
  "Warn...us...next...time..." Kat spoke back, shaking from
fright.
  "Are you ready, Clap?" Soap asked.
  "Sure as day!"
  At that instant, Khami and Crine walked up. Fesl was, as usual,
right behind Clap.
  "I suppose you're wondering why I've asked you all here," he
said.
  The four women shook their heads.
  "It's just an expression!"
  They gathered their equipment and began the climb of Lonely
Peak.
  At first, they had to go through a dense forest, which
resembled a giant bowl of broccoli. The next was a rocky impasse.
Clap stopped. The four women behind him didn't have enough time
to react. They simply ran into him, and began a domino effect:
Clap on the bottom, Crine on top.
  Clap's muffled voice came from under them. "Geeeehhhhhuut...
aaaffff...uffff...meeeee.
  They got off of him. Crine helped him to his feet.
  "What did we stop for?" Soap inquired.
  "I thought I heard something from around this bend."
  "Are you delirious?" Kat asked.
  "No, I know the author. It's sort of a perk I have around
here."
  The 'ahs' came in unison.
  Clap drew his sword and crept ever so silently around a very
large boulder. The muffled sounds that he heard earlier were
getting even louder now.
  In a heroic effort, he jumped around the rock, his sword above
his head. "Taste my fury, scurvy naves! You are about to be
smitten by the powerful and utterly handsome warrior named Clap!
Perpare your-"
  He looked over to be greeted by the faces of Tom, Dick and
Harry. [AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you haven't tuned in before, Tom, Dick
and Harry are three of the smartest orcs ever to cross the pages
of a fantasy story.] Tom had a large fish-bone sticking out of
his mouth, Dick was eating some rice Japanese style, and Harry
was plucking his eyebrows.
  "You?!" Clap shouted at them.
  "You?!" they shouted right back.
  Clap shook his head. "What are all of you doing here?"
  "We should ask you the same question, Monsieur Clap."
  Clap smiled and shook his head. "I asked you first."
  Harry sighed, while stick plucking his eyebrows. "Well, we
sorta had to run for our lives after that incident at the
tavern."
  Dick cut in. "Yeah, they were about to make some Orc patee.
Luckily, we used your escaped route. We received some minor
wounds: punctured spleen, crushed lung...say, Tom, what was that
one that you got?"
  "Sucking chest wound," Tom breathed while picking his teeth
with the bone.
  Harry stopped his activity and started making a fire. "So,
that's what were doing here. How 'bout you?"
  "Oh, nothing much. Just going to kill that dragon."
  Tom stopped for a moment, as if a rock just hit him.
"Dragon..."
  "Yeah."
  "Big...scaly...mean..." Tom continued.
  "Yeah!"
  "Lots of...teeth..."
  "Yeah! Yeah! That's it! Have you seen him?"
  Tom pulled the bone out of his mouth and pointed behind Clap
with it.
  "Huh...?"
  Clap came face to foot with a dragon. Clap looked up and
saluted.
  "Say, how's it going, Mr. Dragon, sir."
  A hot wave of air came down over them. "That's ma'am, to you,
little human."
  Dick nudged Tom. "I think this is not going to go well..."
  The area was promptly decorated with dragon flame.

                    >>> END OF PART 7 <<<