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WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.

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Goodbye Columbus (A Fantasy Train Story)
Part Three

by Vickie Morgan


Within moments I was back in the control centre of the Fantasy Train.
The leprechaun was literally jumping up and down with rage.

"You useless lummock," he yelled.  "Get back over there and make him
turn back.  The amount of planning and effort I've put into this
revenge, I'm not letting you mess it up now."

"I tried, weren't you paying attention?  He won't listen to me."

"He's a lazy, vain, greedy human, just like the rest of mankind" the
leprechaun howled, "use that.  Tell him you'll give him meals like
that every evening for the rest of his life, and a purse full of gold
every morning.  Then take him to bed and fuck his brains out, and tell
him you'll give him a night like that every night for the rest of his
life.  I guarantee he'll change his mind."

"Hey, hang on a minute!  There's no way I'm doing that."

"Why not?  That's what I recruited you?"

"I'm a respectable married woman.  I don't go around telling
gianormous lies and seducing ugly men, just to get them to do what I
want."

"Come off it, I've read your stories," he said scornfully.  "Those
ones you wrote about that teacher, and that one where she seduces him,
then kills him."

"So?  They're just stories," I pointed out.  "I made them all up.
Just because I write stories about sex, doesn't make me a slut in real
life, in the same way that writing thrillers doesn't make me a
murderer in real life.  Don't you get that?"  He made an impatient
scornful sound, then dug in his pocket.  I remembered him doing that
before, and ducked my head down so that the powder flew over my head.

"Stop doing that," I said crossly.

"Fine.  If you won't do it my way, do you have any idea how to get
Columbus to change his mind?"

"No," I admitted reluctantly.

"Well then, how about it?"

"No way.  If you want someone to do that, go do it yourself," I
snapped crossly.

"Yeah, right.  Actually, hang on."  The little green man stopped and
thought for a moment.  "Are you saying that you wish I would make
myself look just as you do now, and that I would go over to Columbus'
cabin and do whatever it takes to make him change his mind?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so."

"Just say 'yes, that is my wish'."

"Why?" I asked.  "If that's what you want to do, why don't you just do
it?"

"Do you think that if I could just use magic to grant my own wishes,
I'd be here right now?  Or that I'd be short and green and poor?  I
can only grant humans' wishes, although I admit I'm pretty good at
getting them to wish for what I want.  Of course a bit of Fairie Dust
always helps too.  So just say it."

"Say what?"

"Say 'yes, that is my wish'," he said very patiently.

"OK, yes, that is my wish," I repeated obligingly, not really sure
what I was wishing for.

"Excellent," he said, then there was a flash of blinding light, and
when my vision cleared I found that I was face to face with myself.
Well, that's a bizarre experience.  I had heard that your reflection
in a mirror wasn't accurate because it's back to front.  Well, it's
true.  I knew it was me, but I didn't look quite as I thought I did,
if you follow me.  Of course, the wig didn't help.  Blonde hair and
black eyebrows look very strange together.  Then I noticed how
transparent my gown was, and instinctively crossed my arms across my
chest.

My counterpart gave a low laugh, then peered interestedly down the
front of her, I mean his, gown.

"Hmm, maybe you should have wished for Maria's figure, or Virago's,"
the leprechaun said snidely.  It was strange to see my mouth open and
his voice come out.  "Now pass me that transporter band.  I'm going to
have to rely on you, so concentrate.  When this light here flashes,
you have to pull this lever.  That will return me straight back here.
Do you think you will be able to manage that?"

"Look here, Mr. Leprechaun," I began indignantly.

"Call me Louie, everyone else does," he said.  "Do you think you can
manage to remember what you are supposed to do?

"I think I can manage that simple task," I sniffed.

"Great, I'm dependent on a wench who's ODed on Fairie Dust," he
muttered.  "Just concentrate, OK.  I leave the monitor on, so you can
watch an expert at work.  See you later."

He vanished from my sight, and when I looked at the monitor I saw that
he had appeared in Columbus' cabin.  He barely had time to adjust to
the rolling of the ship before Columbus returned.

"The sea's perfectly calm, in fact too calm, really," Columbus
observed.  "We could do with a bit more wind to suit me.  So where's
this danger?"

"If it was an obvious danger, I wouldn't have been sent to warn you,"
my doppelganger told him, somehow making his voice sound like mine.
"But I do ensure you that it's essential that you turn back."

"And just why should I listen to you?" Columbus asked sceptically.

"I'm your guardian angel.  I've been sent to comfort, guide and
succour you in any way I can," the leprechaun announced, making my
mouth smile seductively as he stood in the centre of the cabin.  "Any
way I can," he repeated, shrugging off his gown.  I couldn't help
blushing at the sight of my naked body, even though I was safely sat
in the Fantasy Train.  My double was so brazen, standing in front of
Columbus without a stitch on!

Columbus' smirk became lecherous as he reached for the naked woman in
front of him.  I suppose allowances should be made for the fact that
he had been at sea for so long, but even so I thought he was very
rough.  He pushed Louie to the floor, not bothering to get undressed,
just freeing the essential equipment.  I saw my face grimace with
pain, and I was devoutly grateful that it was the leprechaun over
there and not me.  Columbus was grunting and thrusting, and almost
before he had begun, he was finished.  I was wincing in sympathy as
Louie picked himself up off the floor.

"So Columbus, or can I call you Christopher, have you thought any more
about turning back?" Louie asked.  I had to give him full marks for
persistence.

"Hey, you can call me whatever you want, I don't care," he observed,
getting up, only to flop down on the bed.  "If I turn around, then
what?  You disappear again and I'm left trying to explain why I didn't
keep going and trying to find some way to pay my debtors."

"No, once you get back to Spain, I'll be there waiting for you.  I'll
provide you with food every day, and I'll warm your bed every night.
I've shown you that I can do that.  And as for your debts, I can
provide you with as much gold as you will ever need," Louie promised,
producing a gold coin from who knew where, and pressing it into
Columbus' hand.

"Well, that's different," Columbus said thoughtfully.  "If you can
produce gold, then I can't see any reason why I shouldn't do what you
ask.  Now, why don't you get over here and show me some of your bed
warming skills."

If it had been me, I would have thumped him as hard as I could where
it would hurt the most.  However, Louie just meekly crawled over to
Columbus and lowered his head to his crotch.  I couldn't watch.  There
was something obscene about watching myself give a blow-job to that
unpleasant man.

I poked around the cabin, trying to distract myself, but apart from a
couple of manuals there wasn't a lot available in the distraction depa
rtment.  When I looked back at the monitor, Columbus was laid on his
back on the bunk and Louie straddling him.  To my disgust, I could
hear the unmistakable sound of myself approaching orgasm.  I quickly
stuck my fingers in my ears, screwed my eyes shut and hummed as loudly
as I could.  So it's not surprising I didn't immediately notice the
light flashing.  When I did venture to take another look at the
monitor, Louie was shaking his fist in my direction and mouthing
curses while Columbus snored on his bunk in the background.  I quickly
pulled the appropriate lever, and Louie materialised on the
transporter platform.

"Blarney stones and shamrocks, can you not manage the simplest task,
girl?" he asked irritably.  He was once again looking like himself and
not like me, which was a relief.  "I need to get some kip, so I'm
going to have to trust you again.  Just don't let anyone touch
anything, and wake me in about eight hours.  At least I got the job
done, he's turned around and America as we know it is no more.
That'll teach Shon a lesson."

He pulled open what looked like a cupboard door to reveal a small
bunk.  He stuffed cotton wool in his ears and pulled a mask over his
eyes.  He gave me a final dirty look before shutting the door behind
him.  Left to my own devices, I soon became bored and, despite the
uncomfortable seats, I fell asleep.

Copyright Vickie Morgan, 1999
E-mail artemis55@hotmail.com

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