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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Prudence, TX Population 1276 27 (Mff ff Mm rom)
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Date: Fri, 07 Apr 2006 16:10:01 -0400
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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://prudence.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
http://playground.pele.cx/forums as well, for discussion of both
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Enjoy,

Velvet
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By the time Kayla's mother picked her up, around 9pm, the two of them had
managed to get Kristen glowing brightly, even with having to be careful of
the broken ankle. Glowing or not, though, the pain still took a lot out of
her, and she was more than ready to call it an early night.

Mark was less happy to surrender to sleep, with good reason; the nightmares
were still there, waiting for him. Though they were, at least, less real,
less gripping than they were before, as if he'd already received the
warning and they just served to reinforce it. They still made for restless,
tossing slumber, though... at least until about two in the morning, when
Kristen woke him suddenly by nearly shoving him out of the bed.

He sat up, alarmed, reaching for her. "Love? What's wrong?" he asked, but
she seemed to be still asleep. Her eyes were closed, anyway, but she shoved
at him, straining against his arms. He shook her gently. "Wake up, love."

She screamed, and tore suddenly from his arms and was almost instantly
across the room, hovering against the wall about six feet up.

"Kristen? Are you okay?" He scrambled out of bed, running towards her, and
she pressed back against the wall, as if she were trying to go through it,
her eyes still closed tightly. He moved to where he could catch her if she
fell. "Love! Wake up!" he said sharply, and then he froze in sudden fear.
She _was_ through the wall, partway, as if it had a hole the shape of the
back half of her body and she were pressed tightly into it. He stared in
shocked horror for a moment, then yelled, "STEVEN!"

Kristen opened eyes full of fear and confusion, took one dazed look around,
then passed out, falling limply as Mark dashed forward desperately to catch
her, calling out again for Steven. He looked up, noting with only a part of
his mind the unblemished wall, then turned and carried her to the bed. She
was still glowing faintly, and he shook her, gently, still trying to wake
her up.

Steven burst through the door, wearing only a pair of loose jogging pants,
his eyes wild and frantic. "What's wrong?"

Mark looked up at him. "She was having a nightmare, I think. Um." He
hesitated, then asked, "Did her mother ever, well, levitate?"

Steven blinked.   "N...no, I don't think so. She was incredibly graceful
and light on her feet, but they _did_ stay on the ground."

Mark looked back to Kristen, still gently trying to shake her awake.
"Kristen does. But this time..." He looked up at the wall, checking one
more time for a hole, then shook his head in wonder. "She was halfway
through the wall. I think... she's developing more abilities."

"Wait," Steven said, running a hand through his tousled hair. "_Through_
the wall?"

"I don't know how," Mark said, "but she was. I'd say it was impossible, but
so is everything else about her. I think I'm removing the word from my
vocabulary."

Steven stared, then finally asked, "So what's wrong with her now? What
happened? And why was she through the wall?"

"I don't know," Mark said, shaking her again, his own hands trembling. "She
opened her eyes when I called you, then passed out. She woke me up by
nearly shoving me out of the bed. I think she had a nightmare. I just hope
it wasn't the same one I had last night. I don't _ever_ want her to see
what I did in that dream." He bent over and kissed her, tenderly, then
stroked her face and called her name.

She moaned quietly and opened her eyes. "Mark?"

Relief flooded him. "Are you okay, love?"

She shook her head. "I feel... strange. What ha-- Oh... oh god, I had the
most awful nightmare," she whispered hoarsely, going pale and starting to
tremble.

He swallowed hard, and stroked the hair back from her face. "What was it,
love?"

"I..." She shivered. "It was the same dream I've been having, but it was
like I was there, and I knew that when he was done with me, he would come
after you, and Kayla, and maybe _everyone_ and that I'd have to still _be_
there, w-watching..." Her voice rose, on the edge of hysteria.

He shuddered and reached for her, picking her up and cradling her in his
arms. "Oh, love, I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do." He
hugged her tightly. "You scared me, you know. You levitated in your sleep.
And were halfway through that wall."

She glanced up at the wall he nodded to. "Huh?"

"I don't know how," he said, "but it was like you'd sunk into it somehow."

She looked at the wall again, skeptically. "Are you _sure_?"

He nodded. "I could see quite well -- you're still glowing."

Kristen frowned. "Um, shouldn't I hurt, then? Or something?" She caught
sight of Steven for the first time and blushed, reaching for the quilt to
pull up over them. "What happened?"

Mark shook his head, tucking the blanket around her and pulling her even
closer. "It was like the wall wasn't there for you, or something. I... I
just don't know." He turned to Steven. "How often were you able to make her
mother glow?"

Steven frowned. "Not that often, aside from when she was pregnant. Only
every couple of weeks."

"Hmmm," Mark said with a thoughtful look. "I'm wondering if... between the
two of us, Kayla and I can make her glow pretty much whenever. You know how
malnutrition can stop someone from going through puberty? Well, maybe the
same thing applies to people like Kristen." He looked at her. "I don't
think I've managed to make her glow by myself -- no, wait, I did once.
Barely. She seems to feed off of orgasms, and with two of us, there are
twice as many to go around. So maybe she's kind of going through changes,
now that there's enough energy for her to do so?"

Embarrassed, Kristen hid her face against his shoulder as Steven looked at
her weighingly. "I just don't know," he said. "She still looks the same.
She's gained some weight, but then, she needed to, and I know for a fact
she usually actually eats _food_ at lunchtime now."

That made her sniff indignantly and mutter, "Not _that_ much weight!"

He gave her a squeeze through the blanket, his hand curled around the side
of her breast. "Only in good places, love."

She blushed bright red. "Behave. I'm kinda freaked out over the whole
'through the wall' thing."

He nodded. "Well, honestly, so am I.  Thought if you could learn to do that
at will, it would make you a lot less vulnerable."

She shivered. "I'm not sure I want to _try_. What if I got stuck?"

"Um. That would be bad," he admitted.

Steven nodded. "Bad. Understatement."

"On the other hand," Mark said, "you did it in your sleep, so it's probably
instinctive. So if we can just keep you, um, charged up, you'd probably
have it available if you _really_ needed it." He stopped, looking suddenly
thoughtful.

"Hmm?" she asked, and it was his turn to blush.

"Nothing. Just thinking," he said hurriedly, trying hard to push the
thoughts of their semi-planned orgy out of his mind. "How's your foot
feeling?"

"Umm... better, actually," she said. "Still aches, but unless I move it
wrong, it doesn't really _hurt_."

Steven smiled. "Honey, if you're okay now, I'm going back to bed. Try not
to go flying around the house, okay? It could be dangerous. Especially
around windows."

She blushed and nodded. They said their good-nights and he departed,
leaving them alone again.

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