Zero Point Energy or Energy From Vacuum

The Discovery Of, Along With the Sexual and General Antics of an

Amazon and Petite as they Search for Adventure

Hi! Welcome back!

Monday, which Celeste eagerly looked forward to, was just a day away. Though Celeste has Monday and Tuesday off, actually Tuesday afternoon ends her "weekend". Celeste has to get her "night's" sleep from three in the afternoon to nine in the evening. On other hand, Celeste is basically off during the day of Sunday, although she is at the radio station early Sunday morning from midnight to eight. But being sleepy from the night's work, Celeste generally sleeps Sunday afternoon.

As described before, Dragoness has been escorting her precious Celeste at night to the radio station, coming back to Celeste's apartment and getting the rest of her sleep. Celeste returns home unescorted. At eight in the morning, it's day light, bright, cheery, and the "human roaches" of the night have crawled back under their rotting logs or where ever.

On Sunday morning, as on other days, Celeste returns home about eight-thirty in the morning. On most days she prepares breakfast for Dragoness who goes to work. At this point, Dragoness and Celeste have been doing this only a couple weeks and so, their weekend habit is not yet "established".

Last Sunday, Dragoness went home about ten in the morning to clean house and do some repairs on this and that, in preparation for none other than that Monday Celeste and Dragoness spent together at Dragoness's place.

On this Sunday, Celeste let Dragoness sleep. She took a shower to be fresh and clean for Dragoness. Naturally, Celeste came out of bathing naked... and stayed that way.

Dragoness woke up on her own around nine-thirty to the smell of a nice breakfast. She was greeted by a cheerful, naked Celeste with breakfast ready.

Celeste's bed squeaked and groaned as 270 muscular pounds of naked Dragoness rolled over to get up. Dragoness always sleeps nude. She reached for her tank-top but a little arm stopped her...
"Stay naked!" chirped Celeste.
"But I'm chilly, Pixie!" Dragoness pleaded.

Celeste pushed herself into Dragoness's bosom and immediately caressed her big nipples.
"OOoooh! Stop that..." Dragoness begged, her voice quivering.
"I'll warm you up, big girl!" Celeste demanded, giggling.
"All right then, rascal, I'll stay naked", Dragoness conceded, "But stay off my tits, it's making me horny! I haven't fucked for a while!"
"OOO!" uttered Celeste as she twirled around, her dark brown hair flying out, "some men might be in danger!", she sang.
"Well, you're not helping!" Dragoness begged.
"I wanna see ya rape a guy!" Celeste boldly stated as she gracefully stopped her twirl with her brown hair sweeping around from the sudden stop.

"You voyeuristic little rascal!" Dragoness responded, "First, I'm not sure if I want to let you watch me with a man, and secondly, if I rape a guy, like that I told you about before, I could end up in jail. I was lucky that time!"

Celeste twirled gracefully, laughing, and lit into Dragoness's bosom. With her own little nipples touching Dragoness's abs and her little chin pressed in between Dragoness's breasts and looking up, she chirped, "Oh, okay, big girl. I'll let it go! Now let's eat! I got a nice hearty breakfast for ya, to feed all those muscles of yours!"
Pulling Dragoness by the arm, Celeste led her to the table.

"Cute little Pixie" Dragoness cooed as she sat to eat, "you treat me so well! You're spoiling me!"
"So?" Celeste asked happily as she sat close to Dragoness.
"So, I'll get to where I can't do without ya!"
"GOOD! That's my plan!"
"Oh! Devious little Pixie!" Dragoness commented as she put her arm around Celeste, letting her even closer.
"Not devious", Celeste denied, "Just... looking out for myself... I... can't get along without you!"
"Aw, so precious..." Dragoness said, her passion for Celeste ever growing.

With Celeste in Dragoness's side, Dragoness, usually right-handed, had to eat with her left hand. Her right arm was full of a bubbly Pixie!
Once Dragoness suggested Celeste sit on her left, but Celeste preferred the right side... she does not know why herself. Dragoness let it go and learned to be left-handed when eating!

Later, it was to the easy chair, where Dragoness sits and Celeste crawls up into her lap and bosom and makes herself at home. Dragoness embraced Celeste gently. Celeste felt warm and thoroughly content.

Though a very cool day and though she wore not one stitch, Dragoness stayed warm from the easy chair at back and below, and a hot little Pixie on her lap. Celeste stayed warm from Dragoness's furnace-like body. The two naked, inseparable friends relaxed for several minutes with Celeste nearly nodding off to sleep.

Celeste uses most mornings for doing other things, like running errands if any, hobbies, and of course, exercise, mostly weight lifting...

Dragoness was in for something of a treat, or, show at least.

Celeste stirred from her nap in the lap and bosom of Dragoness. First thing Celeste did, while still in her lap, is beg, "Today, or tonight, can I go home with you? To... spend the night with you?..."

There was no way Dragoness could turn down that sweet, melodic and begging voice from her precious Pixie...
"Of course you can!" Dragoness assured, "I'm not comfortable with you alone here anyway. And... well... I'd love you in bed with me... even though it sounds... like something... lesbian..."

That sparked a protest from Celeste, "To hell with labels! We will spend the night together, enjoy it, to hell with what society thinks; they're screwed up anyway, and we'll be at complete peace with it!"
"Yes sir, ma'am! Er, I mean, yes ma'am, sir, uh..." Dragoness pretended nervous response to military orders given by a woman.

Celeste giggled, satisfied.

Celeste got up from Dragoness's lap and turned on a television. "Here, you can watch t.v. while I exercise. Then, we'll go to your place."
"Oh! You're gonna exercise now?"
"Yes, on my weight lifting stuff over there."
"I'd almost prefer to watch you!"
"I assumed it would be boring, but, if you wish!" Celeste replied, smiling sweetly at Dragoness.
"Ooo! I'd love to see you put those little muscles of yours through their paces!", Dragoness assured.
"Okay then, big girl! Show time!" Celeste replied.

Celeste began her exercises with a hundred push-ups... used as warm-ups. Then the real show began.

All through this, Celeste stayed nude. She was nude when not exercising, she would certainly stay nude now; the exercises make her hot.

For the television, Dragoness settled on a news program from BBC... it was a satellite system, thus enabling reception of over-seas programs. Dragoness also watched Celeste work out, on the side.

Some exercises are interesting to watch, some are not...
Celeste did leg extensions and leg curls, both using surprisingly heavy weights. Dragoness did the most watching for that. To see Celeste's quads bulge out for the extensions, or her hams bulge tight for the leg curls was entertaining itself.
Celeste bench pressed a surprising 140 pounds, surely heavier than her own weight. She curled forty pounds with each arm individually, steel-ball biceps bulging out as she did so.
"Good heavens, Pixie!" Dragoness commented upon seeing that, "I'm afraid I have to admit, pound for pound, you're probably stronger than me... or anybody I've seen!"
Celeste smiled, huffing, "I have to make up for being so short! I'm sick of being taken advantage of! The next man that tries to mess with me, is going to get it!" and as she said that, she clanged the dumbbell down upon completion of the reps, for threatening emphasis.
"Whoa!" Dragoness exclaimed, "I would not want to be that guy!"

Other exercises less interesting to watch, mostly because of being partially concealed by equipment, were lats exercises and one for developing her pecs (chest muscles; the breasts sit upon the chest muscles as a "base"; the bigger the pecs, the further the breasts will be thrust out).

Celeste also included a curious exercise where she put on a back pack full of barbell plates, the whole thing weighing 100 pounds, and, while leaning against a wall, stood on one leg and extended her foot to where she was tip-toed, or, standing on the "ball of the foot". This bulged out her calf muscles. After blasting one calf muscle, she switched legs and did it for the other leg's calf muscle.
"Little Pixie, that hurts just to watch!" Dragoness commented.

Celeste huffed, "These are good for bein' able to run fast... which I have to do a lot of, because of men!"
"Again I say, little Pixie", Dragoness declared, "You just don't like men, do ya? You enjoyed my story of raping one, you want me to beat men up or rape them, you'd like to smack 'em around yourself, and comment after comment indicates, that men are just not your flavor of the month!"
"It's because of men themselves!" Celeste asserted as she completed the exercise and took off the heavy back-pack, "With, admittedly some exceptions, the vast majority of them, especially young ones, are pigs, big apes, or a combination of pigs and big apes!"
"Wow!" Dragoness commented quietly, "Good heavens!"
Celeste continued, "I was not born disliking them! Men taught me to dislike them!"
"I see pretty much what you mean", Dragoness replied, "Although, I have to admit, that being the jolly-blond-giant that I have always been, I have not been through the experiences of being taken advantage of that surely must have befallen you, most other women and even smaller or skinny men. They get it too, you know... So maybe, leave a soft spot in your heart for them..."

Celeste wiped sweat off her brow as she turned to Dragoness, saying, "Hmm! That sounded kind of... sweet...". Celeste considered a minute then said, "Well, when I start complaining, I neglect to tell you that the types of men that have bothered me the most are indeed, the bigger ones, often the athletically gifted, or just plain big and apish. Skinny guys... those tall, thin ones, have never bothered me..."
Celeste concluded with an agreeable sounding "Okay! Don't worry, I will! I'll keep a soft place in my heart for them!"

Celeste had one more exercise, a warm-down exercise consisting of over 100 sit-ups. After that, she suggested, "Are ya ready to go to your house?"
"I thought you wanted to nap first", Dragoness checked.
"No, we bicycle to your place, I shower there, and nap... in your big bed!"
"Okay little Pixie!" Dragoness agreed, then warned in good nature, "But behave yourself! Please!"
"You got it, big girl!"

It did not take long for either of the ladies to dress, their clothes were extremely simple and primal. Dragoness slipped on her brief and tattered tank-top and worn short-shorts. Celeste strung on a skimpy tank-top that showed all her tummy, and, of course, a micro-skirt.

Dragoness advised Celeste, "Pack something warm in your panniers, a jacket, sweater or something. It's gonna get chilly tonight."
"Okay", Celeste chirped, but perhaps, not paying attention.

With their capable muscles, the two made the bicycle ride in twenty-some minutes, over a distance that would take most folks an hour.

Upon arrival, Dragoness prepared lunch while Celeste bathed. In usual Celeste manner, upon completion of the bath and drying off... she just remains nude.

Indeed after lunch, Celeste was showing signs of being sleepy. Her "night" was about here. She also showed signs of being naughty. Constant falling into Dragoness's bosom, tickling her nipples, and roving little hands that explored every spot on Dragoness indicated Celeste was revving up for mischief. This perhaps prompted Dragoness to suggest, "I will shower now, and then come lay beside you. Okay Pixie?"
"Okay!" Celeste chirped happily.

Dragoness drew shades and curtains to darken the bed room for Celeste to sleep. She attempted to cover Celeste partially with a sheet, but giggling, she pushed it away. After trading "air-kisses", Dragoness went in to shower. She took her time. Celeste fell completely asleep...

Celeste woke, tucked in, warm, and next to the huge furnace naked body of Dragoness, slumbering away beside her. It was already "blue-dark"; late in the afternoon, about to get black-dark. There was a surf-sound... like waves... Celeste finally realized it was coming from a stereo. Apparently, Dragoness had some sort of "sound of surf" CD or similar and had it on continuous play. It was indeed a nice effect and induced sleep.

Celeste lay quietly a minute remembering a vivid dream. The dream merely took place right here, in Dragoness's trailer. Simply, Celeste watched, lusting, as Dragoness worked out with weights on her set. Celeste watched Dragoness lifting the really super-heavy weights. Celeste stood quietly, awe-struck from the sight of the absolutely biggest muscles she has ever seen, on a man or woman. Dragoness did arm curls, one at a time just like Celeste, but with far heavier weights. With one hundred pounds for each arm, Dragoness's biceps bulged out rock hard with veins showing. They expanded to the size of something like one-gallon paint cans. During leg extensions, Dragoness had thighs that expanded to the size of mature tree trunks and presented a clear graphic of every bundle of muscle making up the thighs.
But it was a dream... or was it? Was it another out-of-body excursion? Celeste planned to ask Dragoness later if she did exercises while Celeste slept. Celeste could not decide whether or not to ask Dragoness about the other thing Celeste observed during that dream...

After exercising, Dragoness straddled over a five inch thick support bar of some sort on her exercise equipment, let her vagina down on it and began furious humping. Celeste became intensely aroused watching this. All of Dragoness's muscles bulged and bristled while she was engaged in that... activity. Celeste wished there was a man under her, not just a bar. That would have made it more interesting. Oh well. Dragoness grew more furious with her humping until the entire weight station was shaking... and perhaps the whole trailer. Dragoness uttered loud groans and a lot of huffing finally before slowing down. The last thing Celeste observed before fading out of the dream; or, out-of-body as it may have been, was Dragoness fetching tissues to wipe off large amounts of vaginal secretions off that poor, hapless bar.

Laying there thinking of that, Celeste noticed her own vagina was soaked, and a spot of the bed underneath. As quietly as she could, she reached over to some tissues she knew was there to wipe all that off. Celeste settled back next to Dragoness and pulled the sheet up. She felt cozy and was happy to just stay where she was for a while.

Celeste awoke again, this time to big Dragoness sitting upon her bed to gently wake Celeste to ask, "Cute Pixie, you wanna eat now? Or, sleep some more?"
"Oh..." Celeste uttered as she stretched, flexing and tensing all those little but hard muscles of hers, yawning and going relaxed, "Yeah, sure, big girl, I'll eat now... You did supper?"
"Sure did! It's ready", Dragoness replied softly. Her big hand gently stroked Celeste's hair.
"Okay!" Celeste responded, the "chirpiness" returning to her voice. "Why are you wearin' that?"

Dragoness wore a snug fitting t-shirt that covered most of her abs. It was a full-fledged t-shirt, complete with short sleeves stretched tight by her huge arm muscles, light magenta in color.

"It's chilly, Pixie!" Dragoness stated, "and you're gonna have to wear, at least a little something, when you get up. But look, just for you, I have nothing below..."
Indeed, Dragoness was bottomless.
"Well, okay then!" Celeste agreed in a "commander-like" voice.

Celeste got up, and indeed felt chilly. She found her teensy tank top and strung that on, nothing else. Celeste then stuck to Dragoness's side... for warmth.

"Look, little Pixie", Dragoness began, "As big as I am, and I'm still chilly. And I'm still just barely okay, even with this on. I'm staying as naked as I can for you. But I'm afraid, you're just gonna have to put more on!"
"Awww!" Celeste protested, "I'll get my top outa my bicycle... Can you go with me? It's dark out there..."
"Sure, little Pixie", Dragoness readily agreed.

The only "warm" clothing Celeste brought was a tank-top that covered more tummy.
"Is that all you brought?" Dragoness asked.
"That's enough!" Celeste answered through chattering teeth, shivering. "Let's hurry in! It is cold out here!" she added.

After getting inside, Celeste slipped on her so called "warm" apparel, only after she took the brief tank-top off first. She remained unclothed, below.

"I assumed you were gonna at least layer them", Dragoness commented.
"I don't like layering clothes, it's too bulky", Celeste replied.
Celeste returned to Dragoness's side, hanging on tightly, for warmth.

"You absolute little rascal!" Dragoness commented, "What are we gonna do with you?"
"Can you turn on the heat?"
"Pixie!", Dragoness criticized, "Ideally, one should dress warmer first, before turning on heat. Heat puts a load on the power company and results in more oil usage and pollution. You yourself have said much about that."
"Oh, okay", Celeste conceded, "It's just because normally at this time, I'm still sleeping. I'm just chilly from sleep, that's all. I'll do a bunch of push-ups, that'll warm me up. I could use doin' more anyway."
"My goodness, little Pixie! Your arms are already strong! But, go ahead. I'll set the table. My, my! I've never seen someone so anti-clothes!"
"I don't like clothes. I'd never wear any if it weren't for weather or society." Celeste declared, repeating an earlier, similar declaration.

Celeste dropped to a clear spot on the living room floor and pumped out over 200 push-ups. Celeste finished, sprang up and stretched, assuming a classic "muscle-pose". "Mmmm!" she uttered, "That's better!"
"Wow!" Dragoness commented, "Such a little muscle woman! You know, one could photograph you against a blank background, and anyone seeing the photo would never guess that... you're of small stature."
"Muscle women often are short", Celeste stated, "Look at Bev Frances; she's only five-foot-four."
"Hmm, I see you know your famous muscle ladies", Dragoness quipped, "and yes, it does seem like most women you see with all those muscles turn out to be short to average at most. Rarely do you see a really big one whose fit and muscular. As to you, photograph you with a blank background, or maybe, nature, and you would look gigantic!...
So, are you warm now?"
"Very warm!" asserted Celeste, walking, almost strutting with hips swaying, up to Dragoness and her inviting bosom to "bother" her again.

"Oh no", lamented Dragoness as Celeste went straight for Dragoness's large, prominent nipples pressing through her t-shirt, with both little hands, "The little Pixie is at full power! It looks like another one of those nights!"

Celeste giggled as she plastered herself to Dragoness, making it difficult for Dragoness to walk to the supper table. Needless to say, Dragoness had to eat left handed again, since her right arm was occupied by a naughty little Pixie.

When Dragoness eats, she eats serious. Wolfing down large amounts and quickly, Dragoness tends to eat without talking. Over 270 pounds of fit muscle takes a lot of fuel to maintain. Celeste was in one of those moods again where she eats intermittently, punctuated with feeling over parts of Dragoness. Celeste's left hand, the one next to Dragoness, spent nearly the entire time at the table between the huge muscular legs of Dragoness, up against her crotch. The other hand felt over the huge forearm that embraced Celeste, or crossed over and felt Dragoness's thigh or parts of her waist.

"Eat, Pixie!", ordered by Dragoness, would result in a minute of eating from Celeste, only for her to return to probing Dragoness's body again. Dragoness actually finished her dinner and perhaps wanted more, but waited for Celeste to finish her first setting. Seeing the situation was hopeless, Dragoness began to chat a bit with Celeste, who was more than willing to chat with her... especially on what Dragoness opened the chat with...

"After you went to bed, I took a shower. After my shower, you were fast asleep. I put on an ocean-side sound CD so my noise wouldn't wake you. I went to do my weight-lifting, you know, over there..."
Dragoness motioned toward her weight station jammed into the corner.
"So, I was exercising", began Dragoness, "and, from time to time, in the corner of my eye, I saw... something... move or, flicker... or something. Each time I would look and, there would be nothing there. So... remembering what happened that night... when you like, visited me..."

Dragoness chuckled. She looked at Celeste as if expecting Celeste to be uttering her cute little giggle. But Celeste was quiet with big blue eyes, listening intently...
So Dragoness continued, "Anyway, if you can visit me from, what, ten miles away, from your apartment, then surely you could visit me from that bedroom. So... any unusual dreams, little Pixie?"
"Um..." Celeste began, with her throat sounding gravelly. Celeste cleared her throat and continued, "Um, yes, I had a vivid, super-clear dream, or, I guess, out-of-body. I stood... or sat... or... I don't know what I was doing... but I was about over there..."
Celeste motioned toward a part of the living room approximately where an easy chair was, a short distance across the tiny living room from the weight station.
Celeste continued, "So, I was about there, and I watched you. And WOW! You have the biggest, most awesome muscles I've ever seen! WOW!"

Celeste "collapsed" upon Dragoness, feeling over her breasts, steel-plate tummy, and big muscular legs. She requested, "Ball up your biceps! I just wanna look..."
"Okay, Pixie..." Dragoness sighed, complying with the request. With her right arm that had been around Celeste, she fisted up and flexed her biceps. From a vantage point behind Dragoness, her arm eclipsed, totally, Celeste's head. The awesome arm of Dragoness, bigger than a gallon paint can is tall when flexed, deeply impressed Celeste to the point of nearly fainting. Celeste felt over the huge, iron biceps with her little hands, kissed it, and hung on to it.

Dragoness gently "peeled off" Celeste from her big arm and resumed embracing Celeste with it. Celeste melted onto Dragoness's side breathing, "You're so totally awesome!..."

Patting and rubbing Celeste's back, Dragoness continued, what seemed to be a probe, "So... you did clearly see me exercising."
"Yes" Celeste breathed, still faint.
"Did..." Dragoness hesitated, then continued, "Did you... watch any time after I finished exercising?"

It finally dawned on Celeste what Dragoness might be after. Yes, indeed, the masturbation...
Knowing Dragoness by this time to be just a bit conservative in some ways, (certainly not her clothes) and perhaps a tad bashful, Celeste felt she had to go easy. Not to mention, it was, after all... maybe... a dream... or it could really have been and out of body excursion into the living room.

"Well, um... I... um... uh... I sort of... well..." Celeste could not get going.
"I'll take that as a yes", Dragoness conceded, "Now, before I give up, tell me, what was I wearing?"
"NOTHING!" Celeste chirped brightly and enthusiastically, "Nothing at all over that awesome body of yours!"
"Okay, okay" Dragoness laughed, then asked, "What exercises did I do?"
"Well, it seems I came in while you were already in the middle of them, so I may not have seen all..."
Dragoness interrupted, "Just list what you saw after you began watching..."
"Okay" began Celeste softly and sweetly, "I saw you do arm curls, and oohh! With the biggest muscles ever! WOW! I could even see your weights, you had four 25-pound plates on the dumbbell. So you were curling one hundred pounds with each arm!"

Celeste melted again, her little hands feeling over Dragoness. Chuckling, Dragoness urged, "Okay, little Pixie girl, what else did you see?"
"Okay", Celeste began, "I saw you do a bench press, I don't know the weight you used because you used the equipment thing, not an actual barbell..."
"Yeah, it's safer when there aren't no spotters. Well, go ahead..."
Celeste continued, "So, you did the bench press, then you did leg extensions. Good heavens a mercy! Your legs are unbelievable! Then, then you did leg curls, and with the biggest, hardest hamstrings I've ever seen!"
"Then?" Dragoness urged.
"Then you did a whole bunch of push-ups! I lost count!"
"And after that?" Dragoness urged.
"Uh... then... you sort of, well... humped a frame thingy on the weight set... That's what I saw, I'm sorry, it's just a dream..."
"No no, little Pixie, no dream" Dragoness conceded, "That's what I did. I came down on what ever I could get in my... cunt, and bore down on it... I do masturbate; Quite regularly, I'm afraid. If I didn't, I'd go crazy!"
"Of course, mighty Dragoness" Celeste breathed, infatuated with Dragoness, "A big strong girl like you would naturally have a big... appetite for... sex!"
"Okay, okay" Dragoness softly replied, rubbing Celeste's back, "So we've cleared that air. My goodness. Being friends with you is like, having a built in ghost!"

Though Dragoness had a good chuckle at that, Celeste felt constrained to say, "I'm sorry! I... don't know why I'm like that! I read William Buhlman's book and... it does seem that's what happening to me. Just that, in his book, he also describes ways people can learn to, or induce, going out of body. Me, I do it already!..."
"Shhh!" Dragoness chuckled, then whispered as if secretly, "That's because you're a mystical, magical Pixie!"
"I guess so! I really don't know what's going on!"

Dragoness chuckled and patted Celeste on her back and head. Dragoness ran her fingers through Celeste's hair as Celeste gazed at Dragoness with those hypnotic, big blue eyes.

Dragoness literally had to break the gaze, shaking her head commenting, "Wow, little Pixie, your gaze... is powerful! I think you are possibly magical, and you don't know it!"
"Maybe!" Celeste chirped. Her big blue eyes sparkled with impishness, "If I did have magic, you know what I woulda done?"
"What?"
Put a slender fit, good looking guy underneath you, to hump on, instead of just some object!"
"Wow, Pixie! Good grief!"
"Aw, don't deny you wouldn't like to. The way you told me what you did to that one guy; you'd love doin' that again, wouldn't ya?"

After some hesitation, Dragoness replied, "Uh... Yes!"
To which, Celeste giggled.

"Little Pixie, are you gonna finish your meal?" Dragoness asked, in an apparent attempt to change the subject.
"Oh! Okay!" Celeste finally returned to eating.

As she finished and they began clearing the table, Celeste continued to chat about Dragoness's desires and, quite frankly, her own.

"On the Internet" Celeste informed, "I have seen sites about amazons. Looks like there's a lot of men who would love to have you... do that to them."
"Ugh!" Dragoness exclaimed, "The Internet is full of sickoes, idiots and fools. I wouldn't touch any of them with a pole!"
"They can't all be that way. Maybe, with due care and patience, you could find a man to rape..."
"Gees, Pixie! Out and out find a man to rape?"
"Well, um..."
"You're just craving to see me bring one down, aren't you?" Dragoness laughed.
"Um... Yeah... YES!"

Dragoness thought a minute, then replied, "I don't know... men are so much trouble... and here lately, these past several days with you... I just... just as soon make you my special... one... You just about are, anyway..."

Celeste couldn't possibly have heard better or more welcomed words. Celeste melted into Dragoness's bosom and actually, cried... tears of joy...

Well, Dragoness saw this situation needed special attention. She gave up dishes, picked up Celeste, not cradling but lifting, by her hard little butt... Celeste cooperated by raising her legs and straddling Dragoness's big hips. Celeste's calves hung free behind Dragoness so that Celeste was actually "sitting" on Dragoness's hips. This way, she could keep her tear dotted face buried in Dragoness's soft blond hair. Dragoness carried Celeste to the living room and the easy chair. She sat, with Celeste taking up a cozy position within Dragoness's lap and bosom. Dragoness embraced Celeste tightly, and caressed her.

"I love you, Pixie! That's all there is to it!"
In response to Dragoness's pithy, direct statement of love, Celeste could only weep, quietly, in Dragoness's hair. Dragoness embraced Celeste, alternately rubbing her back or patting her head.

Celeste's little hands held tightly on to Dragoness's t-shirt material. She sat, curled up in Dragoness's lap, quiet and immensely content. Finally, a tear-streaked face with big blue eyes appeared just inches from Dragoness, and ever so lightly and gently, pecked a little kiss onto Dragoness's lips.
"So cute!" Dragoness commented softly, "That felt so cute!"
Then, Celeste lip-kissed Dragoness once more, this time, with Dragoness responding... indeed, a full fledged, lip to lip kiss.

In this manner, Dragoness and Celeste basked in bliss, in each other's company for quite a while...

Neither Dragoness nor Celeste knew how much time had passed. Dragoness was caressing Celeste's head, running her fingers through Celeste's hair, and diddling with the tips of Celeste's ears.
"These feel so cute!" Dragoness uttered softly.
"Leave my ears alone" Celeste giggled in fake protest. Her voice was muffled from being in Dragoness's bosom.

Some more silence passed. Then Dragoness began to say, "Hmm, hmm, hmm! You know, I guess this makes us les..."
"Say the L-word and I'll tickle your tits unmercifully!" warned Celeste sternly, picking up her head from the bosom, though giggling.
"Yes sir, ma'am! I mean..."
"We love each other! That's all that's important" declared Celeste with considerable force, and, without giggling this time. She continued, "Who's society to judge!? They're so screwed up, they wouldn't know spiritual or philosophical equivalents of a pile of shit from gold! Their opinion, especially here lately, is absolutely valueless to me! I do NOT accept any of their gad-damned labels! And as far as same-sex marriage is concerned, who gives a flyin' crap!? Certainly I don't! I do not even recognize the government's right to acknowledge so-called regular marriage. It's not the government's business. As far as I'm concerned, government, butt out!"
"WOW!" Dragoness commented, "All right then! I guess that's settled!"
"Good" Celeste replied softly and then, returned to Dragoness's bosom.

After another while had passed with Celeste and Dragoness tightly together almost as one unit, Celeste suggested, her voice muffled from being deep in Dragoness's lap and bosom, "Do you still wanna find a sexy guy to just... play with? That's all they're good for. You're so strong, you could..."
"Pixie!" Dragoness gently chided, "That's not a nice thing to say... Perhaps true... most of the time... just not nice... oh well."
"I agree, it's not nice. But as you agreed already, it's true", Celeste replied, then continued, "So... do you wanna?"
"You wouldn't be jealous?" Dragoness checked.
"Nah" Celeste assured.
"So, I find a good looking one, drag him in here, molest him, hump 'im and get my thrills while you watch? Then toss 'im out?"
"Something like that."
"Ooo, Pixie! So naughty."
"But fun, isn't it, big girl?"
"Well, let me take it one notch higher... I subdue him, and you have your way for a while! Then I hump 'im, then toss 'im out!"
"Ooo! Wow!" Celeste exclaimed, lifting her head from the bosom, "Now that sounds like an evening of fun!"
"If I do that", Dragoness suggested, "Do you want him to, like, go in ya?"
"No... I don't know... he'll probably be soft, because of fear or humiliation... I'll masturbate on his face..."
"Pixie!" Dragoness exclaimed, "My goodness, rascal! You're full of all kinds of kinky ideas, all that involve humiliating men! Oh! My goodness! Again I say, I do not think men are your favorite flavor!"
"They've just got such pig-fat egos! And what son-of-a-shit came up with the idea of making men bigger most of the time anyway!? Whose idea was that?"
"Well now, Pixie, that's something to take to... the Creator..."
"I don't think I'd like one going in me anyway. They're all such filthy disease bags."
"Ooo! Lord a mercy!" Dragoness commented, then brought up something, "By the way, a couple times I had a man here and I thought I was gonna let him in me, and I made him take a bath first!"
"Really?" Celeste asked sweetly, interested.
"Yeah! I'm not letting that thing in me unless it's been washed! Been in the pants sweating all day! No tellin' where it's been! No way it's going in me until it's been cleaned."
"What did the guy do? Or say?"
"They protested a bit, but they obeyed me!" Dragoness assured.
"Wow! I guess they have to obey you!"
"Indeed" Dragoness agreed. She continued, "In both those cases, though they did take the bath, they wound up not going in me, so, but no matter. No bath, no enter, simple as that."
"Why did they... end up not going in ya?" Celeste asked, curious.
"Just general nervousness and discomfort. They get in here, in this tiny trailer with me, and I must look huge to them; I am, after all, as big and heavy as many professional foot-ball players. Their fascination with an amazon turns into genuine concern and, they just wind up calling the date short and leaving."
"Stupid men!" Celeste complained, "That damned size difference is what we women have to put up with all the dam time... except you!"
"I guess the vast majority of men are just plain not used to, or comfortable with, the concept of being with a woman whose considerably bigger and stronger than them."
Celeste nodded her head in agreement with arms folded... all the while, in Dragoness's lap. Celeste looked stern, and...
"Gosh! You're so dang cute!" Dragoness commented.
Celeste loosened up, smiled sweetly at Dragoness and laid her head on Dragoness's shoulder. Dragoness patted and rubbed her back.

After a bit, Dragoness continued the conversation about finding someone... "Well, I don't know about really finding a man just to toy with. I know that's all they want to do with us women. I'm dam sure not going to the Internet to find a man for any purpose. If I... run into an opportunity... for both of us to have fun with... well, I'll let you know! But, I'm not gonna make a big project out of it or expend a lot of resources."
Celeste nodded her head in agreement.

After a pause, Celeste suggested, "Maybe in the mean time, you could view some pictures of men, you know, from a web site."
"You mean one of those adult sites?" Dragoness asked, "I hate those things! All they do is fill your computer full of pop ups, spy ware and sometimes out and out viruses. They're expensive and when you get into them, it's just close ups of genitals and fake looking situations. They look filthy and diseased. I clicked to one once, looking for men pictures, and right away, my screen filled up with pop ups, the hard drive light was flickering like it was having a seizure and afterward, my computer acted like a sluggish old... horse or something. It took me days to get all that crap out of it. I had to find and install all manner of spy bot removal tools and pop-up stoppers. Sheesh! Never again!"
"Hmm, you're right about that", Celeste agreed. "but there is one site I found that doesn't do all that. Well, it's about women, but... there is one man on there, and a kind of nice looking one at that. No close ups of genitals, and with a nice, nature-scenery background."
"What site is it?" Dragoness asked.
"It's Muscle women dot com, a kind of an art site run by just an individual, or so it seems."
"Another muscle woman site? What is it, another board with perverts talking about amazons?" Dragoness assumed.
"Oh no, it's a nice site with pretty good pictures..." Celeste began, "but they're all art. But, they're strange... unique, that is... in a way... there's no other site like it... even other art sites... And the site itself is bright and cheery; it... feels clean, somehow. And it's uncluttered, and straight forward."
"Hmm" Dragoness muttered, then asked, "You say it's run by an individual... a man?"
"I think so!"
"But why would a site about women have a photo... or is it art too, of a man?"
"It's photos! And it's a nice looking, naked, or almost naked, man. He indicates he is six feet even tall, and 160 pounds."
"Is he fit?" Dragoness asked.
"Yes! He's quite nice on the eyes."
"You went in to that site?" Dragoness asked.
"Yeah..."
"How much does it cost? Or, is it free?"
"Eight-something", Celeste replied.
"You paid to get in a site about muscle women?" Dragoness asked, kidding Celeste, "You do like the muscle ladies, don't ya?"
"I guess so. I've always wondered what it would be like to be bigger than men" Celeste confided.
"Do the ladies on the site have contact information? If you had wrote them email, maybe some would have answered, because you're such an incredibly cute little Pixie!" Dragoness suggested.
"You forget, they're all art", Celeste reminded.
"Oh yeah, that's right. Good thing, cause now, I have your love!"
"Yes..." Celeste replied softly, laying her head on Dragoness's shoulder and gazing into Dragoness's face. Dragoness hugged Celeste snugly.

After a pause for love, Dragoness continued asking about the site, "So, you say there's a good looking, slender man on this site? Just one?"
"I believe it is the sysop himself... and the artist. He's not a big ape or anything. This guy is normal sized, fit and trim. And boy, does he look it!"
"He's an artist? Is he French? And what's he doing on a site about women?"

Celeste giggled, "Silly big girl! Another label, or maybe, stereotype. Not all artists are French."
"I'm a shining example of media control!" Dragoness kidded.
"Anyway, I don't think he's French. I believe he might live in West Virginia. But anyway, the site is just a thing he set up to display his art. He's enthralled about muscle women. He has this thing on there, this article, part of some sort of introduction, where he explains himself. It's out of the way. You have to click around to run in to it. Anyway, he says he had a past life on a planet run by amazons."
"Sounds like he came from a planet run by flakes", Dragoness kidded.

Celeste dutifully smiled then continued, "Anyway, the whole site is nothing but art. And gosh, are his women ever big! Anyway, so he has this introduction. And if you keep following the links, you finally come to this page where he has a number of photos of himself up. He used some sort of graphics application to put himself in all kinds of natural scenery. In a couple, he's completely naked. In others, he scantly dressed, and in things I've never seen before. I think he may very well have had a past life elsewhere than Earth."
"Hmm", Dragoness muttered, "Beginning to sound intriguing. Does he show his dick?"
"Nope!", Celeste chirped, "not even in the nude ones. You can just see it pushing out his bikini on some other shots. But it is very much, NOT emphasized. It's just him, looking really nice, and natural scenery." "Can we get on that site now with my computer?" Dragoness asked, growing more interested.
"Well, my password expired..."
"You mean it doesn't automatically renew forever like most adult sites?" Dragoness asked, and with disdain about adult web sites clearly in her expression.

"Oh, no, it does not automatically renew", Celeste insisted, "The password lasts... forty-something days... I remember it was an odd number... I don't know why he has such a unusual length of days. But anyway, mine was six or seven months ago. It has long expired."
"Shucks! I wanted a look at him. Why didn't you buy another... password?"
"It's a small site. Nothing changes much. After forty-some days, you've seen it all. The site might be worth visiting every so often after that, like, once a year. But normally, you just let the password expire. It's a very demure little site. There are no pop ups, no spy ware, no advertising, nothing aggressive."

Dragoness was quiet a number of seconds. Then she asked, "Would ya... like to get on it again?"
"You mean, now?"
"Yeah..."
"I don't know... I do sorta wish I had downloaded some of his art... I did keep his photos, on a floppy disk, but I don't know where I put it..."
"How much did you say it cost?" inquired an interested Dragoness.
"Eight... something, I don't remember the exact amount. It's for forty-something days."
"If I use my card, are you good fer four?"
"You mean, like, share the password? Sure!"
"Okay, ya Pixie!" Dragoness said, delighted, "Let's go!"

Dragoness led Celeste to her computer which was situated tightly in a corner of that small living room. Within minutes Dragoness was on the Internet and asking Celeste the exact URL of the site.

"M-u-s-c-l-e-w-o-m-e-n-dot-com. No space or hyphen between muscle and women", Celeste directed.

Sure enough, a simple site, indeed without clutter, came upon the screen. It had small but nice renderings of a pair of well built, athletically endowed women. One appeared quite heavy indeed and seemed to be pointing.

"Boy!" Celeste commented, "That site doesn't change much. That's the same splash page of several months ago. I guess the guy has to work and stuff. The site seems just to be his hobby."
"Well, I'll say one thing," Dragoness began, "It's refreshing to see some heavy women for once. It doesn't seem to be just another 'twig-site'."
"Click to the next page..." Celeste requested.

Indeed, more women, athletically endowed and in small pictures, appeared. Most were very heavy in build.

"There it is", Dragoness began, as she scrolled down and saw the price, "he charges 8.33... That's quite a bit... for a hobby..."
"He probably has server costs", Celeste explained, "I don't think he makes enough to live on, just a little back-pocket money, that's all."

Using her credit card, Dragoness paid for and acquired a password for the site. It was ready within a couple minutes. They clicked on into the first contents page, or main index page.

"Hmm, look at that", Dragoness commented, "That's pretty, it looks like being way over the ocean."
"Yes" Celeste agreed, "Whomever he is, he's big on nature. He has all kinds of reference on this site about using solar energy and wind energy. And pedal-cars... that's a kind of laying-down bicycle with a cover on it; it looks like a little car with three wheels. Anyway, it almost looks like he's hinting... at something. You just don't see that on most adult sites."

Dragoness commented, "Huh, that's interesting. Using an adult site to maybe, impart Earth-friendly... notions... or something, to the users. Well anyway, how do I get to those photos you were telling me about?"
"Okay", Celeste began, "Click here, on this 'General Pictures Of Amazons'."
Dragoness did so. Then Celeste instructed, "Now click on this thing here, 'Introduction to, Shasheer'..."
Dragoness did so after which Celeste further instructed, "Now let's see... scroll down a bit..."
"Ah, there it is", Celeste pointed out, "click there. Now, scroll down."

All the way at the bottom of that obscure page, was a series of links to the photos. Dragoness began clicking on them.

"Whoa!" Dragoness exclaimed, "Nice ass! Boy I'd like to give that a whack!"
"Gosh, Dragoness", Celeste commented, giggling, "There you go..."
"Wow" Dragoness commented, "Look at this one. He must have a nice bony hip... to fuck on..."
"Dragoness!" Celeste pretend scolded, "Naughty big girl!"
"Well, it's your idea, ya little Pixie!"

Dragoness saved every picture of the near-nude, amazon-admiring sysop to her hard drive, some eighteen of them. "Is there more?" Dragoness then asked.
Giggling, Celeste replied, "No, that's it. It's a site about amazons, not guys. He just threw in some pictures of himself for kicks, I guess. As you saw, they are way out of the way. I doubt if many users of the site gets all the way to there."
"Huh! Over four bucks for just 18 pictures? Many of them small at that?"
"Well, again I say", Celeste insisted, holding back laughter, "The site is about amazons. Take a look at some of his art. Some of it's quite good!"

Dragoness did look over some of the renderings of muscle women... "It's not the usual adult site, I'll say that for it..." Dragoness commented, "He keeps mentioning this... planet Shasheer... The background scenery is great. Certainly some well built women. But man, he has a lot of nerve... or just plain stupid..."
"Why the heck do you say that?" Celeste asked, wondering.
"Though fit and all, he's still not much more than a twink. First he has a site about amazons, then he throws up pictures of himself, and like that... He's diddling with fire and, if he keeps up, or doesn't watch his backside, he's gonna get burned!"
"How do you mean, burned?"
"A real amazon might show up and... molest him, or something."
"Yeah, like you!", Celeste assured.
"And you! You're the one who likes to see me rape them!"
"Okay, okay" Celeste conceded, then added, "And I'll take up your idea; you beat him up and hold him down, and I'll masturbate on his face or something!"
"Oooo! Naughty Pixie!"

Dragoness returned to the pictures of the man. She asserted, "Oh man! Boy, I'd like to rape his little ass!"
"Wow!" Celeste giggled.
"I'd like to jam his face in my crotch and make him lick it... and suck my clit! That stuff feels good! I made a guy do it once, on a date. He never dated me again..."
"You really did that!? Well, no gosh-dang wonder he didn't come back!" Celeste commented, laughing.

Dragoness was not through with her graphic tirade...
She redisplayed the picture that showed his well formed butt and commented, or, more like, railed, "I'd like to throw him into the grass, hump on him and masturbate on his skinny hip. Ooo! That would feel good!!"

Dragoness was really getting into it. Her huge muscular legs were spread and her hand was between them, at her bare crotch. "Oh man!" Dragoness huffed. She peeled off her t-shirt and tossed it. Her nipples jutted way out. A fully naked Dragoness got out of the chair and began pacing like a tiger in a cage, huffing.

Celeste was amazed at this and, as well, titillated. She asked, "Aren't you cold, big girl?"
"OOHH!" Dragoness huffed, "Not now!"

Celeste admired this powerful woman, now aroused to the point of being genuinely dangerous for a man to be in the room with them, at that moment.

Dragoness continued her graphic tirade. "I'd like to find him, beat him into submission, then rape his ass for a month, straight. Then I'd make him our sex-servant!" Naked Dragoness paced, fiercely aroused, with her hand sometimes in her crotch. Her muscles hung tight. She was 270 pounds of naked muscle woman ready for a meal. "I'll make him fist me!"

"I can fist ya!" Celeste blurted out.
"Huh!?" Dragoness turned toward her admiring little Pixie. "Would ya? Ooo! I don't know. Then that would really make me a lesbi... Whoops!"
"NO L-WORD!" Celeste insisted. "Anyway, you're goin' nuts! I just want to relieve you! Come on! Let's try it! It might feel good!"
"Can... you... really do that?" Dragoness asked, highly interested.
"You're so big, and I'm so small..." Celeste made a fist and showed it to Dragoness, "See how small, next to you? It would be just like a big cock..."
"But what about your nails... your finger-nails... won't they scratch..."
"Not if I do my fist like this..."

With Celeste's big blue eyes bigger than ever with excitement, she demonstrated a special fist that hid away all her finger-nails and thumb-nail. "See?" Celeste chirped, now close to big Dragoness, looking way up into her face.

Celeste felt heat coming off Dragoness's body like it was a furnace. It even felt good. The evening was getting more and more chilly with cold air wafting in through an open window close to the computer. Dragoness uses little heat... she produces her own!

"Have you... ever fisted somebody?" a hesitant but interested Dragoness asked.
"Well, no... But we'll go easy..."

"Let's do it, little Pixie! I'm going crazy!"
"Sit in your easy-chair and slouch a bit..."

The leviathan Dragoness stretched out in the easy-chair as suggested, spread her huge muscular legs and let Celeste in. Celeste saw Dragoness's vagina was already soaked. "Just a minute" Celeste chirped.

Celeste sprang up, found and brought a wad of paper towels. "It's to save your chair..." Celeste stated, as she tucked the toweling under Dragoness's muscle-butt.

Celeste positioned herself with one arm leaning on Dragoness's huge thigh and hip, and positioned her fist at Dragoness's drooling genital. Celeste lined her knuckles up with and into Dragoness's vagina lips. They were already well lubricated. Celeste wiggled her fist and, sure enough, with a lot of slurping and displaced vaginal secretions, in it went accompanied by intense moaning from Dragoness. Celeste could feel the immense power of Dragoness's muscles as all of them tensed up and quaked in response to the excruciating hot feeling Celeste's eager little fist was surely providing. One of Dragoness's arms held on to the back of Dragoness's head. A huge biceps bulged, quivering with strength, effected by the intense arousal. Dragoness's other hand ruffled Celeste's hair. "OH! You precious little Pixie! You are a Pixie, a pleasure-Pixie!"
"That's what I am!" Celeste declared in agreement.

"OOHH! Great shit dam! That feels good!!!" Dragoness exclaimed, huffing out her words. "Ram it deep, Pixie!"

Celeste pushed her fist way in Dragoness's "cave". Celeste marveled at how far her arm went in before she felt her fist "top out", or, encounter Dragoness's cervix. "Look at that, Dragoness!" Celeste declared, "Your cunt swallowed my arm almost to my elbow!"

But Dragoness could not look. She was convulsing. She huffed, "Thrust it, Pixie, like a man humping!"

Celeste began pulling and pushing her fist up and down Dragoness's cave, slowly at first, then more vigorous. Celeste noticed Dragoness's clitoris sticking out. With her free hand, Celeste gently stroked and pulled on it. Dragoness huffed and moaned. She thrust her pelvis counter to Celeste's pumping fist for "deeper" action. Dragoness had clasped her hands behind her head, perhaps to protect Celeste. Gigantic biceps bulged as her arms fought to free themselves, possibly to grab Celeste. But Dragoness saw to it, that did not happen.

"Let me tune one of these radio knobs..." Celeste suggested, as she reached up with her free hand and arm to pull at, push at, or otherwise stimulate, Dragoness's huge nipples. When reaching up like that, Celeste noticed she could press Dragoness's clitoris with the inner bend of her elbow when rammed all the way in. This indeed simulated when a man rams his erection all the way in.

Well that did it. Dragoness convulsed severely letting out loud screeches of pleasure. Dragoness's powerful voice resonated the walls and echoed. The whole trailer quaked and rocked.

There was nothing left to do now but continue to thrust her fist in Dragoness's canal, easing up little by little as Dragoness's monstrous orgasm spent itself out and subsided.

Dragoness calmed down and everything became quiet... except for Dragoness's panting.

"Oh man!" Dragoness huffed, "You precious little Pixie! You did great! That's the most intense I've ever felt that! OOOHH! Man! I can't even see well!"
"The pleasure's mine as well" Celeste chirped out, almost sing-song like, "Just relax now, maybe nap a bit. Now, let me pull my fist out..."
"Oh! Ooo! Easy!" Dragoness groaned, "I wish you could leave it in. It's so... filling... so gratifying..."
"Oh, okay, big girl", Celeste agreed, "I'll leave it be for a bit."

Normally, a long hard penis would slowly shrink and soften, allowing the vagina to adjust to being empty again. But since Celeste's strong little arm certainly would not shrink or soften, Celeste found out she had to back out very slowly to keep Dragoness from wanting her fist to stay in.
At last, Celeste "freed" herself from Dragoness's cave. She darted over to get tissues and... well, clean up the after-effects of Dragoness's orgasm.

Dragoness finally rose from that easy-chair saying, "Come on, Pixie, lets go and lay down a while together."
"Okay!" Celeste simply and happily said, in her high, chirp-like voice. They entered the inner most Dragoness lair, her bed room.

The bed quaked and groaned as 270 muscular pounds of Dragoness flopped down, on her back and with those huge legs spread, to nap a while. Celeste daintily climbed on and snuggled beside Dragoness. Dragoness embraced Celeste and pulled her close with Dragoness's muscular arm. So embraced, Celeste felt warm and loved. Soon both of them dropped off to sleep.

Although Dragoness's intense arousal emergency was over, excellently managed by an adoring Celeste, Dragoness still wondered about getting her hands... and vagina... on the guy on that site. All this time, as well, they forgot the computer was on and on line. Dragoness slipped back on her t-shirt and returned to her computer. And, due to inactivity, Celeste felt cold and so sat in Dragoness's lap while she worked the computer. Often, Dragoness patted or rubbed, lovingly, her precious Pixie.

"Really, I wonder where he lives, and if I could go there... and rape him!" Dragoness wondered, waxing horny again...

Celeste commented, "Tch, tch, tch! Dragoness! What are we gonna do with you!?"
"Give me another fisting before bed time?"
An elated Celeste sang, "Sure, big girl!"
"Aw! So cute!" Dragoness declared as she wrapped a muscular arm around Celeste and pulled her onto her bosom. Dragoness let Celeste up then requested, "Make a fist, Pixie, flex your muscle..."
"Okay!" Celeste cheerfully accommodated. She held her arm up, fist drawn. A hard, deeply "cut" (clearly defined) biceps popped out.
"Wow!" Dragoness commented, "So cute! That's what powers that little fist so well!"
"Yep!" Celeste chirped.
Gently, Dragoness felt Celeste's small but hard biceps. "Wow! You know what? That feels just like about an inch-and-a-half steel ball-bearing like those found in trucks, wrapped in a soft skin!"
"Wow! Such a description!" Celeste replied, giggling.

Dragoness just held little Celeste a while, feeling over her small but vigorous, hard body. Celeste enjoyed being held. After a bit, Dragoness asked, "You got any idea how we might find him?"

Celeste began, in a serious tone, "If I tell you how, are you really going to take a trip to West Virginia just to rape him? You'll get in trouble!"
"Naw!" Dragoness began, "Well, yes!"
"I better not tell you!" Celeste responded, giggling.

Dragoness chuckled and explained, "Okay, okay, seriously, I would like to take a trip to West Virginia anyway; it's a beautiful state, especially this time of year, and we can do it in my tractor truck, and so, there! A trip together, as you suggested some time ago."
"OH BOY!" Celeste exclaimed, elated.
"I think we will try to find him, this muscle-women-site guy, see what he's all about, and... with due care... see what mischief we can get into! You can sleep in the sleeper cab. I have more than enough vacation time coming. I just need to give them a week or so notice."

"OH BOY!" Celeste squealed, "I can't wait!"

Celeste was jumping around in Dragoness's lap, rocking her and the chair around.
"Now take it easy, little Pixie, and, if you know a way, tell me how we can find out where he lives. You seemed to indicate you know how..."
"Yes, yes, there is a way..." Celeste began, "Most of the time, this method will find the address. Now, big Internet companies give P.O. boxes, but that guy is just an amateur. I think his address will be right there... Okay, this is how you do it..."

Dragoness got ready at her computer and awaited Celeste's instructions.

"Now go to any site that sells domain names... let me think, Oh, off the top of my head... Network Solutions. Yeah, they're good. Now enter 'www dot networksolutions dot com, one word."

Dragoness did so. After the site settled, Celeste continued, "Now all these kind of sites have a thing called 'Whois'. Click on that..."
Dragoness did so...
"Now enter 'muscle women dot com', there..."

Dragoness did so and a treasure trove of information opened up.
"This will tell you where he lives..."

Dragoness read it out and wrote it down. "Rural route 3, Box 105, Spencer, West Virginia... zip code..."

"Now, tomorrow morning, I'll call a Spencer West Virginia post office and ask what actual road rural route 3 is. Then, we can travel there! So, there you go!"
"Wow! Okay, we're set!" Dragoness declared. She continued with an impish grin, "And perhaps, he's gonna get visitors!"...

Dragoness and Celeste woke up from a wonderful night together. Indeed, Celeste had treated her giant friend to another fisting last night, which relaxed the amazon Dragoness for a good night's sleep.

Celeste called post offices in Spencer West Virginia. The rural route 3 turned out to be state road 36. The 105 would be on the mail box.

It was the end of September. Celeste's radio station job was the toughest to plan around. She had to wait two weeks for time off. Dragoness had no problem synchronizing her vacation to Celeste's. Dragoness readied the tractor truck.

As already stated, Dragoness's home is not a full-fledged mobile home, but really, a travel trailer, all be it a large one. Normally, it would take a hefty towing vehicle to pull it. But Dragoness's tractor, though "retired", was designed for trailers way bigger and heavier than that. It would have no trouble pulling Dragoness's home. A hitch adapter was all that was required, because travel trailer hitches are very different from normal freight trailers tractor trucks normally pull. Fortunately, her truck was already so equipped. So, Dragoness naturally planned to use her own trailer home for the trip. Celeste was thrilled.

Besides, Dragoness had another reason for taking the trailer, prevention of it's possible theft while gone. Dragoness related an incident... "Some years ago, I lived in a travel trailer, smaller than this one. I went on vacation for a week. When I returned, the trailer was gone! I had to sleep in my car for a while. I built a temporary home out of plywood. It worked out not bad. I saved money which, later, ended up assisting me in buying the one I have now. And I'm dam sure not going to let it get stolen!"

Two weeks and a few days later found Celeste and Dragoness during their final preparations for the trip. It was a cool day in mid October, but the hardy ladies still dress skimpy; half-length tank-top and short-shorts for big Dragoness, cute little snug fitting t-shirt and micro-skirt for Celeste. Reluctantly, due to cool temperatures, Celeste had to "up-grade" to a full t-shirt. But her muscular legs were still able to go bare. And Celeste's crotch was freshly vented by foregoing underwear.

The insistence of Dragoness to wear the short-shorts caused Celeste to finally ask, "Why don't you wear little skirts, like me? They're real comfortable. They're refreshing!"
"I'll bet they are, Pixie!" Dragoness agreed, "Well, I'll have you know, I have some! But ordinarily, because of society, I must wear something a little more covering; you forget, my height; My crotch is way up there, a lot of shorter people could, you know, see my stuff. I could wear under-panties but that would defeat the purpose. But these aren't bad. They're kind of well ventilated..."
Dragoness pointed out to Celeste, the many small holes and tears in her tattered short-shorts. Celeste lustfully felt around, sticking her fingers through the holes, and feeling over Dragoness's huge, powerful legs. Celeste let out a cute sounding, passionate "Oohhh!".

Celeste actually assisted Dragoness in the backing operation, in hitching the tractor truck to the travel trailer. They checked the inside of the travel trailer one more time to make sure things were secure. They had spent days packing small items and laying down or securing furniture so there would be no tumbling around and damage during travels.

It was not early in the day. Dragoness does not like early rising, and Celeste is basically, due to her job, a night person. It was nearly noon time. Dragoness planned driving well into the night.

Dragoness gave Celeste a boost to the first step of the truck on the passenger side, using that method of employing Dragoness's big hand as a seat for Celeste's bare, hard butt. With bulging biceps, one arm of Dragoness suffices in elevating Celeste up like some sort of lift-chair. Celeste clamored on in. First thing she did is climb over the seat to the sleeper cab. She could not wait to try that.

Dragoness seated herself, started up the diesel and gave a few minutes for warming up and various air-pressure tanks to charge. And then, they were off, indeed not early, about one P.M...

First thing, Dragoness advised Celeste, "You little rascal, you can't see much from there. Why don't ya sit in the seat for a while. Use the sleeper when you get sleepy."

"Okay!" Celeste chirped happily as she clamored over the seat and settled in.

"You got a good view from up here", Celeste observed, commenting of their elevated position.
"Yes, Pixie, and just as well", Dragoness explained, "As a trucker hauling tremendous weight... well, usually; not us, well, what we got is fairly heavy... but anyway, since a trucker has a lot more to be responsible about, it's nice to see what's going on way ahead."

They followed the twisting road to the interstate. They passed the truck-service facility that Dragoness worked for, it was to the left, then entered the ramp to the interstate.

Being on the west of town, they had to get on interstate 70 first. Then they took the traffic laden circumferential-interstate around town; to bypass the snarled center of town. Then at last, they took interstate 64, east. Interstate 64 is the "passage" to West Virginia. The traffic thinned out and they were in the country. Now things became pleasant and scenic.

"We'll take our time", Dragoness suggested, "We'll stop at every rest-area and hike around. Many rest-areas on this road have beautiful facilities with trails to hike on."
"Ooo! Sounds great!" Celeste replied, cheerful.

Fortunately for truckers and people hauling big travel trailers, almost all interstate rest-areas have special parking areas for trailer-pulling vehicles. Necessity of backing is eliminated. After a while, Dragoness pulled in to the first rest-area of the trip. Taking the fork to "truck and trailer parking", she drove all the way to the end, taking the last parking spot before exiting the rest-area.
That drew a question out of Celeste, "Why do we park all the way out here?"
"So we can walk around. I like privacy any way. Besides, Pixie, we're strong and fit! Right!? So I just give less fit folks the closer parking."
A cheerful "Okay" was Celeste's agreeable response.

So they began walking, Dragoness in her short-shorts and half-length tank-top, and Celeste in snug fitting t-shirt over micro-skirt. In the golden sun and blue sky of a recently passed cool-front, the two fit ladies' physiques were displayed in full magnificence.

Walking with big Dragoness to protect her, Celeste felt naughty. She walked with a decided hip-swaying manner, and held her sprite, fit body very erect and well postured. Indeed, heads turned toward the couple. Men's eyes roved over Celeste's curvaceous body... and that of Dragoness. If there were many people, the six-feet-seven Dragoness and her silky, naturally blond hair was seen first.

Celeste secretly wished a man might come on to her in a "piggish" way, eliciting a protective response from Dragoness. But one sight of that eye-catching amazon and her powerful build, and men knew better than to mess with, either Dragoness or her sprite, little, naughty companion.

Besides, Dragoness led them away from the crowded area. Unless using the toilet facilities, Dragoness as much as walked a sweeping circle around the buildings of the rest-area. Indeed, she was going for the trails. Celeste followed Dragoness into wooded areas. Dragoness slowed her pace, having left the crowd behind, and took in the scenery and nature. Celeste enjoyed immensely. She felt great in the beneficial energies of the Creator's nature, and being with Dragoness. However, Celeste did enjoy, a bit, showing off and causing men to look.

Refreshed, awake and invigorated, Dragoness and Celeste returned to the truck to continue. Celeste alternately gabbed away about this and that, and then watched the scenery. In hardly more than an hour, they stopped at another rest-area. Dragoness knew all the good rest-areas from her trucking days. She stopped at the ones she knew would have trails.

The sprite, naughty Pixie companion to Dragoness walked sexy, just asking for it, knowing she was protected. They got one hoot from some guy somewhere.

"Pixie!" Dragoness pleaded, "Can you please stop that!"
"Stop what?" Celeste looked up adoringly with big blue eyes at Dragoness, pretending innocence.
"Swaying you hips around and wiggling like in a dance. You know what I'm talking about, rascal."
"Aww! Come on, it's just cause I feel good and I'm happy!"
"Then why don't you do it in the trails, when we are out of sight of men?"
"Uh... because there, I'm running and jumping around!" Celeste finally remembered; an excellent excuse, because it was true.
When alone with Dragoness on the trails, Celeste let her "child" out and she ran ahead of Dragoness and back again, climbed onto rocks and took side hikes off the trail. Her small, nimble form enabled her to do this with ease.

"Well, okay little Pixie, but, hold it in when around these facilities, please?"
"Okay" Celeste sweetly chirped.

As they progressed east, they encountered weather that was a little warmer and humid. It was still mid autumn weather, but a milder form of it than their town. At a rest-area, now in Indiana, Dragoness parked, as usual, all the way to the last parking spot before the exit from the rest-area. Celeste blithely stripped her t-shirt to topless.

"PIXIE!" Dragoness exclaimed, "You can't..."
"I know, I know" Celeste interrupted, "I'm gonna wear my tank-top, but, where is it?"
"Why didn't you find it first before stripping?"
"Aww, there's nobody here... oh, there it is..." Celeste announced finding her skimpy tank-top.

Celeste "strung" on a set of strings and rags that was her tank-top. All of her small but steel-plate-hard abs, and more, were viewable.

"Tch, tch, tch" Dragoness commented as she reached over and mussed Celeste's shiny brown hair, "What are we gonna do with you?"
"Well for starters, how 'bout a society that isn't so screwed up about clothes? It's warm! I don't need clothes now!"
"My goodness!" Dragoness remarked, "I'm gonna open a clothing store in... Pixie land! You think it'll do well?"
Celeste giggled, "Probably not!" Dragoness chuckled and mussed Celeste's hair again.

In a thread-bare skimpy tank-top and micro-skirt without undies, Celeste was as close to her ideal of nudity as society could barely accept; or that Dragoness would allow. But now she matched her giant friend, herself dressed in worn short-shorts and skimpy tank-top.

One thing for sure, little Celeste stuck close to Dragoness's side when in crowds. She did know where her security lay.

After using the facilities, it was to the trails for a delightful hike, probably their last in full day-brightness. Headed straight east on an interstate tended to make the day go faster due to crossing time zones in the "later" direction.

Indeed, later that afternoon, Celeste became very sleepy. Dragoness reminded her, "Now, you use the sleeper!"
Celeste climbed over the seat-back to the sleeper cab, and slept very well indeed.

Dragoness and Celeste encountered Louisville Kentucky the wrong time of day, around just after five during their rush hour. After crossing the Ohio river, they took a bypass route, interstate 264, that got around the worst of it, but it was still slow going at times. Oh well, they had no exits or complex driving to do. Dragoness just took her time and gave good following distance. Having that high vantage point was of great assistance. Dragoness could see way ahead, events that seem to "snake through" the lines of cars like a swallowed mouse, causing the cars just ahead to screech brakes, due to the unexpected sudden slowing of the vehicle in front of them. With no stop lights or obvious obstacles, such sudden slow downs caught most drivers off guard, for they had no reason to expect a stop, on what is supposed to be, an open interstate. Dragoness could see it coming and would gently slow down, avoiding the necessity for a sudden stop.
The sun was setting, giving a glorious play of colors, from deep orange, yellow to even greenish, to the velvety dark blue above. A sprinkling of clouds glowed fire red. Generally speaking, Kentucky is a beautiful state to drive through.

Traffic stayed a little thick through Frankfort and Lexington Kentucky. After that, the sun set and the interstate was theirs. The only problem is, according to the experienced Dragoness, "this part of Kentucky and into West Virginia is really scenic, now having left that line of three cities. But, now it's dark and can't see anything".

They discussed whether or not to stay in a hotel just to delay until the next day, and so be able to see the scenes...
"The only problem is", Dragoness explained, "I'm still wide awake! I'm good to go for several more hours."
"Won't there be lots of scenery in West Virginia? Especially when we, um, start our search for that guy?" Celeste asked.
"Yeah, that's right", Dragoness answered, "And maybe, we'll make through here in day light on the way back. For now, I think we'll push on to Charleston, West Virginia and find a hotel. Then we'll be set for getting into West Virginia tomorrow. And... Charleston is close to Spencer, and that's..."
"...Close to that muscle-women-guy!" Celeste completed the sentence, with an impish tone.

Driving through the night was fine with Celeste. That was her working hours and she would be wide awake.

They encountered mountains and some pretty extensive climbs. Dragoness had to do slight amounts of gear reduction, but not a lot, due to the fact, their tractor truck was pulling a load it considered "fairly light".

In the area of the Kentucky and West Virginia border, Dragoness encountered sleepiness, as late hours came about. She pulled in to a rest-area for a reinvigorating walk. Being night, and late at that, it was quite chilly. Reluctantly, bubbly but protesting Celeste put on a leather jacket and slipped on hose over her shapely legs. Big tough Dragoness remained in her short-shorts and skimpy tank-top.
"How come you can dress like that, and I can't?" Celeste asked, good natured but protesting, and additionally, through chattering teeth.
"It just doesn't bother me", Dragoness explained, "You're still shivering even after putting on those clothes, but I'm just... okay! You really should dress warmer."
"Nah! Brrr!" Celeste insisted, "It's just because I've been sitting or even, sleeping. Once I get awake, I'll be okay."

But after using the facilities, Celeste had to give up and, with Dragoness's big, lifting hand to help with that first step, she returned to the warmth of the cab. Dragoness continued and took a quick walk up and back the side-walk under the amber glow of the lights.

Dragoness returned, refreshed and ready to go a little more. "Dam pity it's dark. This rest-area has a particularly long set of trails to hike, and covers several acres. They're nice and hilly. This is an area of parks and forest reserves anyway. Oh well.
We'll be crossing into West Virginia soon after we get back on the road."

No friend of clothes, Celeste took off the hose and leather jacket as soon as the heat was back on. Dragoness commented, "My, my! Just can't wait, can ya?"
"I just feel free when I'm naked... or close to it. Can I take my tank-top off? It doesn't matter does it? It's dark."
Chuckling Dragoness replied, "Okay, naked Pixie, go ahead!"
Nothing much but strings and a little thread-bare cloth anyway, it made no difference, temperature-wise, to Celeste. She kept her micro skirt on, for it was mere decoration around her hips.

Within thirty minutes, they crossed into West Virginia and pushed on to Charleston. About seventy minutes of considerable hill climbing, twisting and turning (even on the interstate) later, they arrived to Charleston. Dragoness suggested finding a hotel.

Being almost one in the morning, they encountered a number of hotels with no vacancy. Also, their choices were limited to hotels that offered big-rig parking.

One may be wondering, with a big travel trailer and a sleeper cab, why would they want a hotel? Convenience, quickness, shower facilities and lateness of the night encouraged hotel use. The trailer is for staying in West Virginia in some camp ground. The trailer must be hooked up and readied. The sleeper is a bit crowded and there are no showers. And it is not a business trip nor real trucking. They are on vacation, a time to take it easy and have fun.

They finally found a hotel with vacancies. Dragoness went in to the office by herself, allowing Celeste to stay in the cab. Dragoness slipped on a jacket before going to that office, but allowed her legs to remain bare.

They settled into the hotel room and indeed, showered. They cooked vegetables on a hot plate. Foregoing any restaurant, they brought their own groceries and items to cook with.

"Tomorrow, we go to Spencer, and find that muscle-women-guy. Boy is he gonna be surprised!" Celeste pointed out, excited over the prospect.
"Now, little Pixie", Dragoness began in a serious tone, "I hope you are not out and out planning on me beating him up and then us taking turns masturbating on him. I don't even know yet, if he's real. He might be some withered up old pervert that just put photos of a good looking, younger guy and claimed it to be himself. I don't know if he lives with other people. Maybe he even has nasty dogs. You know how many people are, that live in the wilderness, although maybe, he won't... judging from certain things on his site that indicates he's not too favorable to dogs. But still, that may just be for his stories..."
"You sure dampen the fun, don't ya?" Celeste said.
"Oh, I'm just making sure you're not disappointed. Things have a way of disappointing ya", Dragoness explained gently, to a wide-eyed Celeste, "We'll go there, see what's there, check him out and stuff. If he's totally uncool, we'll just tell him we are fans of his site and then move on and enjoy West Virginia. But if there's something to him, then... we'll stick around!"
"Whether he wants us to or not!" Celeste declared.
"No, Pixie", Dragoness gently advised in loving tones, "not if he really wants us gone. Don't expect too much. You have to wonder about someone living in the wilderness. Sometimes they're good folks, even very spiritual. But many are total bummers."
"Okay, okay, big girl!", Celeste agreed, "I'll... stop expecting much until I see him... and where he lives."

As the post-midnight hours melted into early morning hours and Dragoness became genuinely sleepy, Celeste had to adjust what she was doing and going to continue to do; "sexually play with" Dragoness.
Already, despite Dragoness's feeble protests, Celeste was naked, and kept "bothering" Dragoness; little hands on her big nipples, little hand down into Dragoness's crotch and the like. But... Celeste ceased that behavior. She had been planning to drive Dragoness to a highly aroused state and then was going to fist her. Celeste relished that activity. But, Celeste pulled away. She let Dragoness alone, and sure enough, she fell asleep.
Celeste wanted Dragoness to be horny, or at least, be tending that way, when they find the muscle-women-guy. That way, she might have a greater tendency to... act naughty.

Celeste herself felt extremely aroused. For a few moments, she looked for something to masturbate on, but decided, no, hold it in. She wanted to be "hot" as well for tomorrow.

She slipped into bed next to Dragoness. Her big powerful back was turned inward into the bed. Celeste snuggled against that wall of muscle, pulled a sheet over her nude body, and, feeling cozy and warm, finally fell asleep herself.

In their usual manner, Dragoness and Celeste slept late. The hotel was already calling them to tell them check out is noon time. Dragoness, who answered the hotel room phone, asked for one more hour. The hotel clerk reluctantly agreed.

They showered, cooked and ate breakfast/lunch and packed. Being noon time, Celeste was able to wear her micro-skirt and piece of rags and strings she called a tank-top. Dragoness wore her uniform, short-shorts and brief tank-top. In case one might be wondering, as if they wear the same thing all the time; Actually, they have a number of the same type of clothing with which they change to fresh ones every day. Due to the brevity of their clothes, they are easily washed in a sink and hung to dry. Only Dragoness's denim short-shorts are a bit stubborn for drying, as denim often is. But due to their thread-bare state, they are thinned, and dry fairly fast. If slightly damp still, Dragoness hangs them from a hook or other implement over the bunk of her truck's sleeper cab. In this manner, they are in clean clothes always.
Celeste wore the same micro-skirt and tank-top, but she did clean them over the sink. Because they are so small and thin, they dry in a couple hours. You see? There are practical advantages to brief, primal clothing!

Back on the road, they found interstate 77 and took it north. In less than an hour of beautiful West Virginia scenery, they were at Ripley, looking for route 33. They found it and took it east, towards Spencer. Driving became a challenge as Dragoness had to change gears often for a twisting and turning, sometimes hair-pinning road full of up-hills and down-hills. Dragoness had to concentrate on driving and gear-jamming, but Celeste thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful West Virginia hills.

They arrived in Spencer, a neat little town with many old buildings yet fairly "up to date" looking. They found and took route 119 south a tiny bit, then found state road 36. This road was hardly more than a trail. In places, it had no shoulder. Celeste cautioned Dragoness to be careful when it seemed they were precariously close to a nasty drop. Dragoness assured, "I have experience with conditions like this, but indeed, I must concentrate on driving. You watch for mail boxes, particularly, 105."

Mail boxes were either in clusters or alone. There were great distances in between. This was indeed a wilderness and sparsely settled.

Threading along a road that was more suitable for bicycles than any kind of motor vehicle, Celeste kept wide open eyes for a mail box with 105 on it. Then...

In front of a wood frame house with a neat yard and a vegetable garden in back, Celeste saw it;
"Number 105! Dragoness! This is it!" Celeste squealed.

Dragoness pulled the truck to a stop. Indeed, three mail boxes were together; 103, 104 and 105.
"Now, which one is which... and is this his house?" Dragoness muttered, half talking to herself, half talking to Celeste. "Only one way to find out!" Dragoness added. She began to exit the truck.
Celeste asked, "Where are you going?"
"To ask this gentleman over there..."

Behind the house and walking into view, was a middle aged gentleman who was casually dressed as for work. Celeste watched intently through the window as Dragoness walked out there. She was gorgeous in the bright golden sunlight and cobalt blue sky. With her towering, powerful six-feet-seven amazon physique, briefly dressed in tattered short-shorts and brief tank-top, that fellow must have received an eye-full. Celeste saw them talking, and coming this way. Celeste's window was rolled down, so she could hear them as they drew nearer.

"If you can back it in here, you can back your rig to that section of drive-way back there and on the side. No one ever goes through here except him, and that's very rare" the gentleman said.
"Are there any dogs to be aware of? I gotta get my assistant out to call me in backing, and she's very small..."
"I don't have any dogs and he doesn't either. There are no dogs around here."
"Okay then! Thank you very much!" Dragoness heartily thanked the gentleman. He backed off to watch the backing operation.

"Celeste", Dragoness called, "This is it! I'm gonna back to over there, just beyond the trees. I need you to get out and help me."
"OH BOY!" Celeste exclaimed.

With great skill, Dragoness slowly backed her rig off the skinny paved road to the drive way. The difficult part was getting it off the road and lined up to the drive way. Dragoness opted for backing in rather than backing out. Backing out would be more risky, since on coming vehicles could not be watched for.

On the dirt road, Dragoness backed the rig on out to just beyond some trees and well behind the man's house. Celeste followed, outside. Celeste was called upon again when Dragoness backed the rig off the dirt road to the side.
At last, that touchy operation was done. Celeste clamored into the truck, jumping that first step herself without Dragoness's assisting big hand, and into the cab with Dragoness to ask a hundred questions!

It began with Celeste asking, "WELL?"
"He's here, all right..."
"Was that him!?" Celeste asked, referring to the middle-aged gentleman.
"No, that wasn't him. He's box 103, and has a business installing anti-pollution equipment on factories and power plants."
"Cool!"
Anyway, the man for which we search is way in back, up there, literally, in those hills."
"Does he have dogs?"
"Nope, in fact, he doesn't like them, according to that fellow", Dragoness replied.

Dragoness explained, "He appears to be a recluse. He appears to make his living writing up medical transcriptions. He does it from home, so he does not commute anywhere..."
"Wow! So he's got that beat!" Celeste commented.
"He has no electricity" Dragoness began, "Or, that is, actually, he gets all his electric power from solar energy, and uses some propane gas. He grows vegetables. In fact, the man over there says he consulted with him on growing stuff. You can see he has an extensive vegetable garden."
"Yeah, and those big tomatoes look awfully good!"
"I'll bet they are. Virginia, West Virginia, North Carolina and other states around here grow excellent tomatoes", Dragoness replied then continued, "The gentleman there says he does some strange things. He says he has seen him hiking around, barely dressed in something like a man's bikini in warmer weather..."
"OOO, Wow! Just like the pictures!?" Celeste interrupted, "Is he good looking?"
"Well", Dragoness explained, "It was a guy, and a conservative one at that telling me this stuff. Indications are is that he is fit. Or else, the gentleman would probably have said something like 'ugly fat so-and-so walking around' or something to that effect."
Dragoness eagerly continued, "But anyway, he says he keeps mowed out, in a field, this big circle with rocks in the middle. The gentleman told me that he says, he got the idea from a friend that says it works... He's trying to contact jinns, or, faeries..."

Celeste broke out in giggles. Dragoness joined after realizing, what Celeste found humorous... Yes, if he's looking for a faery... "He's about to get a visit from a pointed eared little Pixie, at least!" Dragoness joked, chuckling. Celeste giggled anew.

"Generally, the gentleman said, that man appears to be very spiritual. He says he meditates a lot. Strangest of all, the gentleman told me, is one clear night, an unexplained orb was hovering over his field. Nothing came of it, and he was not sure if it was supernatural or just some kind of thing going on."
"Wow!" Celeste breathed.
"Well, are you ready?" Dragoness asked.
"For... what?"
"To find him!" Dragoness replied, "He keeps his gate locked, but only for security. The gentleman says he told him he can hike upon his property whenever he wants. Generally, he says, the man is nice, though a bit unfathomable and thus, outwardly strange."
"Is he real big?"
"He said nothing of his size. If he was unusually big or anything, I think he would have said something. Anyway, I'm beginning to think, that is him! The guy on that Internet site!"
"Oh!" Celeste said suddenly, remembering, "Did he say anything about his web site?"
"Nothing. That would be normal", Dragoness explained, "I don't think he makes a living from that site. It's just a hobby, like he says. Also, since it is slightly adult in nature, he probably doesn't advertise it around, generally."
"Oh", Celeste uttered quietly, nodding her head.
"So", asked Dragoness again, "Are you ready?"
"Is it... safe?"
"I'm sure he's okay! Just stay close to me!" Dragoness assured.

The gentleman was back in his garden, nearly out of sight, not paying any more attention to them. Dragoness and Celeste exited the truck to hike the trail up to a gate. Dragoness took a walking stick. Celeste felt safe next to six-feet-seven, muscular amazon Dragoness. With a walking stick, she looked none-threatening. Yet, if it was needed, the stick, powered by Dragoness's huge muscles, could inflict serious injury, or even kill. Celeste felt well protected.

They walked up a steep up hill to the gate. They passed a barn/storage shed and even some cows. The cows made Celeste nervous, but she stuck by big Dragoness's side. The cows just peacefully looked on. They were behind a barbed wire fence anyway.

By this time, even before entering his property, they had walked quite a bit. The gentleman's house had disappeared behind trees and the barn. Mostly, only its roof was partially visible, due to the fact, they had already gained considerable altitude. Their elevation was over the roof-level of that house.

The wilderness surroundings were very quiet, if you discount the birds and the crickets. It smelled great, like the country. Even the cows' scent, if at low level and when mixed with the other nature scents, added to the charm. Celeste felt this was the most remote, isolated feeling or place she ever experienced.

Dragoness lifted Celeste up to help her climb the locked gate. Celeste was just a bit nervous going in there first, but Dragoness, with one leaping climb, was quickly at her side again. They were now on the muscle-women web site's sysop's property, some 20 acres, according to the gentleman back there.

They continued hiking up the steep, up-hill drive way.
"My goodness, this place is hilly!" Celeste commented.
Dragoness laughed, "Well, that's West Virginia for ya!"

"Now, according to that gentleman", Dragoness began, "to the left is other property. This road is an easement, or, right-of-way for access to these lands. The man who we're looking for, his property is to the right..."

As they walked, or more accurately, climbed, the steep road, they noted to the right, were thick brush and immature trees. There seemed to be as well, a small stream, or run, as they are called in this area. Glimpses of a meadow could be seen just beyond the dense growth around the run. Finally, as they scaled the grade, a dirt road was seen off to the right. Obvious signs of disuse was evident for the access road they were on beyond that dirt road to the right.

"Look at that, Celeste", Dragoness pointed out, "looks like hardly anybody uses it."
"We seem to be on the edge of no where!" Celeste commented, perhaps a tad nervous.
"Oh, it ain't that bad..." Dragoness began, "Were you raised in the city?"
"Yeah, well, neighborhoods, you know, the suburbs."
"I see, that explains it", Dragoness replied, "As I think I mentioned before, I grew up on a farm, so I'm used to the country, wilderness and wide openness. I like it here. I'd live here myself if I could swing it."
"Why don't you try to do it?"
"Well, stupid gad-dam jobs! That's what stops me", Dragoness replied with an edge of bitterness in her voice.
"If what that fella back there said is true", Celeste began, "This muscle-women-site-guy might have something going. What did he say he does again?"
"Medical transcription", Dragoness replied, "Apparently something to do with typing, taking dictation and stuff. I wouldn't know how to do that!"
"Perhaps a job with that fella back there? His installation of anti-pollution equipment?" Celeste suggested, "Since you are already experienced with mechanical stuff; tractors, farm implements, hay balers, cow-milking machines, trucks and stuff, maybe they need mechanical people for that."
"Hmm, something to consider...", Dragoness pondered. She continued, "For now, we got a guy to visit... and surprise!"
"Yeah!" Celeste chirped excitedly.

Celeste started to enter the road to the right but stopped when she saw her protecter was not following. Dragoness suggested, "Let's see first, what's up this road. The gentleman back there said it is used mostly by forest service vehicles, and that's very rare."
"Okay!" came a chipper reply from Celeste.

They hiked, climbing and climbing. Altitude gave them a better and better vantage point. Celeste spoke up suddenly, saying, "Wow! Look at that! And all of that!"

Looking to the right and slightly behind them, the meadow, behind the trees and brush around the run, could be seen over their tops. The meadow itself was on a steep incline upward. At the top of it were trees or the edge of a forest, somewhat hazy from the distance.
A circle, clearly defined and visible, could be seen in that meadow. In the center of the circle was some kind of feature, perhaps the rocks that were mentioned, but from here, it could not be clearly determined. Above the circle on the meadow, were a couple rows of panels. Dragoness did not get right away what they were, but Celeste, who was on top of such things concerning environment, protecting the Earth and alternative energy, knew right away what they were...
"Solar panels!" Celeste announced, "And quite a few of them!"
"My goodness", muttered Dragoness, "Perhaps some kind of avid environmentalist, or something..."
"Yeah..." Celeste also muttered, pondering, "Maybe he's something more than just a guy I like to see you beat up and us masturbate on..."
"Pixie!" Dragoness reprimanded, "How many times have I told you, we probably shouldn't go bustin' on his property, beating him up and humiliating him. We could get into trouble with the stupid law!"
"Aww!" Celeste replied, disappointed, "Okay! But it sure would be exciting!"

Dragoness continued walking up the access road. She suggested, "Okay, anyway, let's get this show going. Let's just take a quick look at something... the gentleman back there said this acreage, beyond a gate, is for sale."
"You thinking of buying it?"
"The thought crossed my mind, yes..." Dragoness conceded, "I just want to check it out."

If the ladies wanted exercise after missing a couple days of exercise because of the trip, they were sure getting it now. Dragoness and Celeste continued to scale the steep road. Finally, it actually crested, and then they were walking down the road, as steep as it was going up.

Dragoness laughed, "In West Virginia, you're either going up or going down! There's almost nothing level here!"

It was a quite lengthy hike. They were, after all, walking the entire length of one side of some 20 acres. The road went way down, dipped, and then ascended up again. They climbed and climbed until they were higher than the last crest. At last they encountered a locked gate. A for-sale-sign was on it, with a telephone number for United Country Realty of Spencer.

"This is it, my acreage..." Dragoness announced.

"Your acreage?" Celeste asked, "You're already calling it, yours?"
"Oh, that's just talk", Dragoness replied, "I would really like living here, though! Man, would I!"

Dragoness looked over the other acreage for quite a few moments. Celeste picked some wild flowers and smelled them. Finally Dragoness said, "Okay, let's go... and... check him out!"
Delighted, Celeste followed her big, protective companion.

They had a bit of a hike for returning. They first descended, then ascended again, crested, the descended. They continued until returning to the dirt road that headed into the meadow.
"Let's go", Dragoness announced as she led an excited, also apprehensive, Celeste into a land of possible discovery.

The drive way went down a bit. A rough hewn, possibly amateur made, bridge crossed the run and provided a clearing in the brush and trees to access the meadow. Then, the drive way headed steeply up. And up, and up, and up.

"Whew!" Dragoness commented, "I'm in shape, but this is still giving me a run for my money. Are you okay, little Pixie?"
"Of course! No problem!" Celeste chirped, but a bit winded herself, "But yes, it is giving us exercise, that's for sure!"
Hard, supple and ample musculature in Celeste's shapely legs allowed her to ascend up hill as if she was made of air. The big, huge, rippling muscles of the thighs of Dragoness were performing great too, but backing off and looking at the situation objectively, it would seem Celeste is having a slightly easier time of it. Perhaps an assessment, that Dragoness made herself earlier, is correct; pound for pound, Celeste is stronger than Dragoness, or for that matter, anyone else with very few exceptions.

The meadow smelled and sounded good. The grass and weeds gave off a nice scent of nature, and probably had high vibrational characteristics. Cicadas buzzed and crickets sang. A handsomely appointed red-wing-black-bird appeared briefly, whistled out a song, then flew on. It resembled a kind of greeting.

"Man oh man!" Dragoness remarked, "Would I ever love living here!"

As Dragoness and Celeste climbed, they could see parts of that huge circle that was mowed out.
"You know what that reminds me of?" commented Dragoness.
"What?" Celeste asked, sweetly.
"A crop circle! But... in this case, a fake one..."
"I don't think he's trying to make a fake crop circle... By the way, I've heard of those things. The real ones are really something else! And there are real ones! They have strange vibrational characteristics, the crop is somehow laid down without damage, and there are magnetic and electrostatic anomalies. But this guy, according to what that fella back there told you, seems to be trying to contact faeries..."
As Dragoness began to chuckle, Celeste did so too, but added, "Me not included!"

As Dragoness and Celeste continued the steep climb, they noted, close up now, the web-site-guy's vegetable garden. Several recognizable vegetables were there, plus some they did not quite know what they were. Corn, tomatoes, squash and some beans were obvious. A couple smallish but producing apple trees were also obvious.

As they ascended a steep hump, after which, the road still climbed, but not as steep, his two rows of solar-panels and apparent "home" came into view. His home was not much...

"The man lives very simply..." commented Dragoness.

Very small structures, made of plywood and with sheet-metal roofs, stood in a cluster. There were three of them, one a bright gaudy red. They all were brightly colored. A forth unenclosed structure sheltered a car, what appeared to be an old corvair. A fair sized dish antenna was mounted on a short, stout post. It held the antenna at only about five feet from ground to the antenna's center.

"Shouldn't he mount that higher?" Dragoness commented about the dish antenna.
"From what I understand", Celeste explained, "The signals that thing is out for, come from, like, in that direction..." she gestured skyward, indicating a fairly steep angle and continued, "And it does not change. They come from satellites. So, you don't need a lot of height, just a clear view. Being close to the ground makes it easy to service. Aiming a dish antenna is very critical."

They continued to approach. The ground leveled out, a feature mountain people call a "bench". Upon this flat area, were his structures. They continued their approach, getting real close.

"This is it, little Pixie!" Dragoness announced, "We will now, meet him..."

Celeste stuck to Dragoness's side. They approached the three structures and hesitated...
"Hmm", Dragoness muttered, "I wonder which one of these he lives in?"
"They're no bigger than closets", Celeste observed, "Maybe his house is somewhere else."
"I think one of these, or all three of them, is his house... according to what he told me..." Dragoness suggested, guessing, "Hmm, lets try this one..."

They approached a hut that looked more ornate than the other two. A well worn trail led to it from the others and from the one sheltering the car. It appeared freshly painted, as did the others, in a very cheery color scheme, by the way. At the top of the wall, next to the tin-roof, was light magenta. Going down, it blended to white in the middle, and then blended to a bright yellow at the bottom. As they approached it, just three feet from its door, Celeste noticed something interesting...

"Look at this, Dragoness!" Celeste pointed, "Freshly sprinkled sulfur, black salt and white salt, probably sea-salt, would be my guess. He appears to know something about natural magic."
"What is he, a witch?" Dragoness asked, "Or wait... a witch is a woman, he must be a... what do you call a male witch?"
Celeste sighed and replied, "Oh! Another Dragoness stereotype! The terms witch and witch-craft are titles used by the holy Roman church to label practitioners of natural magic as something undesirable and evil. In their relentless quest for power and the control of the minds of the masses, they began this campaign many hundreds of years ago. Some people are now rediscovering natural magic and the power it can bring back to them..."

Celeste went silent, suddenly.

Dragoness began, "You mean to tell me, the church..."
"You know what?" Celeste blurted out, interrupting Dragoness.
"What?" Dragoness responded, curious.

"I'll bet you... we've been summoned!" Celeste declared.

"WHAT?" Dragoness asked, incredulous.

"If he knows natural magic..." Celeste began, thinking as she talked, "If he does apply those forces... and I don't know how into it he is, or how experienced or, perhaps, powerful... but, there are procedures in the craft to, sort of like, magnetize certain select types of people to come, or, just appear, to the practitioner."
"You mean, he put a spell on us?" Dragoness incredulously asked, "But... he doesn't even know us!"
"Oh, you don't necessary have to know someone personally. It could be a general procedure...", Celeste explained, "A call to the Universe, or the universal consciousness, or, if you will, God. So called witch craft actually boils down to an elaborate prayer. And if done with belief and faith, and energized by emotions, it will work!"
"My goodness!" Dragoness exclaimed, "You are a magical Pixie! You fulfill me, make me feel good; Oh man! Do ya! And, and, now this! You... seem to understand this kind of stuff..."
Giggling, Celeste responded, "Oh! Big girl! First, as to fulfilling you, that's luck! As to... making you feel good... well, I'm a woman like you, and I know what feels good... and I got a right-sized fist... Ehem! Anyway, uh, uh, as to the magic, I have read a lot about it. I already told you, and about that book, To Ride A Silver Broomstick. But, I don't really practice it... yet. But I know the signs of someone who does. And spreading sulfur, black salt and sea salt around one's residence is a very standard protection procedure that someone who practices magic does. I mean, look at this! He lives absolutely in the middle of nowhere! The forest abounds with spirits; indeed jinns, or, faeries. Most are beneficial. Some can be cantankerous and a scary nuisance. He, apparently, knows how to keep them away."

Overcome with passion for Celeste, Dragoness breathed, "OH! You're so delightful and full of surprises!" and then drew Celeste in her bosom for a tight hug... to which, Celeste gladly accepted.

After several seconds, Celeste suggested, her little voice muffled from being in Dragoness's bosom, "Shouldn't we... uh... find him now?"
"Oh yes!" Dragoness agreed, releasing Celeste, although she tarried on Dragoness's bosom a few seconds, "Yes, yes, yes. Okay, so... I guess... well, let's try knocking on this door..."

The amateurishly built hut, that looked like it was constructed from parts from a Home Depot store, sat on a "generalized" concrete slab; that is to say, it appeared the slab was poured first, like a patio. The hut seemed to be built later and "fastened" to the concrete using masonry fasteners.
Dragoness, with Celeste tightly behind her, stepped onto the concrete slab and gently knocked on the door... No response.

"Look through the window..." Celeste suggested.

All it took was a quick look. The entire thing was eight feet by eight feet. There were no partitions inside. Well lit by double-pane windows, the inside was clearly visible. A portable propane stove sat next to an electric "hot-plate" (single burner portable stove) similar to the one Dragoness and Celeste were using in hotel rooms during their trip. There was a refrigerator, an oven looking thing, cabinets, a tiny table and couple chairs. On one cabinet top sat a small, possibly color, television. A satellite receiver was next to that. A reclining easy chair was rammed into one corner of the room. A stereo in a cabinet was next to that. High quality head-phones were there. Celeste noticed something else... on the window glass...
"Look, Dragoness!" Celeste pointed out, "He does apply magic; protective magic anyway. You see that?"
"What?" Dragoness strained to see what Celeste was talking about.
"You can barely see it. But it's there. An equidistant cross, you know, looks like a 'plus mark' circumscribed by a circle. It's finger painted in protective oils on the window pane."

Dragoness had to look at it at a certain angle so the light would reflect it clearly. But indeed, there it was; a circle with an equidistant cross inside it. "I see..." Dragoness uttered, fascinated.

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"You know what, little Pixie?" Dragoness said, a bit nervous.
"What?"
"This guy's givin' me the heebee jeebees!" Dragoness replied, "You know, like, I can handle some pig or big ape coming on to us or coming at us to rape. I can mop up the floor with him. But this guy... with all this spooky hocus pocus stuff..."
Celeste laughed the hardest since they met. She managed to get out, "Oh! Big girl! You're delightful to me too! So full of stereotypes! Now listen, you've just got to dismiss these stereotypes of yours. Anyway, I am getting the opposite impression. I beginning to think this will be a very special guy... I don't know, maybe. But at the very least, he's harmless. Why don't we try the other... sheds..."
"That's almost all they are, aren't they?" Dragoness laughed, "Okay, let's try this bright red one! My goodness! It'll put your eyes out!"

Dragoness and Celeste followed the well worn trail to the bright red hut. Again, Celeste noticed a dusting of sulfur, black salt and sea-salt. Dragoness stepped up and gently knocked on the door. Again, no response. They looked in the windows of the eight foot by eight foot hut.

Inside, was a bed, desk with extensive computer system, a drawing table, radios including a short-wave and a book shelf full of books. The windows had that circle with equidistant cross inside, finger-painted in, probably, protective oils, on the window glass. Celeste noted as well, pictures...
"Look at that!" Celeste remarked, "Those pictures, the portraits..."
"Yes? What about them?"
"That one... and that one, they're off his web-site! Yes! This is him! He has his own art in picture frames! Of course, like any artist! This is him, all right!"
"Huh!" Dragoness remarked, "Well, I'll be... But, where in the dickens is he?"
"Okay, lets try over here!" Celeste suggested, and, for the first time, leading the way.

Celeste led the way to the third hut, the smallest of the three. This hut, with a flat tin roof rather than tilted, was painted a pretty shade of sky-blue. It was even graduated, from nearly white near the ground, to a deeper sky-blue at the top, making it look like the sky itself. This building was even short, just over five feet tall.

"From the looks of it", Dragoness laughed, "I think he done found a faery, and she, or... he, or it, whatever, lives in here!"
"Very funny", Celeste responded mockingly, "What I think it probably is, is a bathroom. Look..."

Dragoness looked and noted with Celeste, a small frosted window that was currently open. Inside, they saw a toilet, sink, complete bath tub and shower, and a hot water heater.

"Well anyway, he's not here, either", Dragoness declared, "He does not seem to be at home."
"Dang!" Celeste sighed, "Well, what do we do now?"
"OH!, plenty!" Dragoness replied, "We can just hang. One thing we could do is begin trying doors. Let's try this pretty magenta and yellow one here..."
"Surely they'll be locked", Celeste advised.

Dragoness walked over to the first hut. She tried the door and, it was not locked!
"Wow! Check it out!" Dragoness called to Celeste, motioning, "come over".
"Boy! He's a bit lax on security!" Celeste commented.
"Yeah! And there he is runnin' a site about amazons, giving out his address and carrying on. He's just asking for a rape by an amazon!"
"Then, give it to him, big girl!" Celeste urged.
"Pixie!" Dragoness chided, "My, my! What a mind!"
Celeste giggled.

The two curious ladies poked around the home of this seemingly strange sysop of a mild adult site about muscle women. On the walls hung more art-work from the web site in picture-frames. Other than that, the things they found were quite ordinary. The refrigerator was stocked with vegetables. No meat or eggs were found anywhere.
"Hmm" Celeste muttered as she poked around the man's belongings, "Apparently, he's vegetarian, like us."
"That partly explains his fitness." Dragoness replied.
"And living here, explains the rest of it!" Celeste added. She also pointed out, "I am now convinced, that the pictures of him on that site, are legit. They are really him!"
"Wow!" breathed Dragoness, "I wonder if he's wearing his bikini now!"
"I don't think so" Celeste surmised, "If he went somewhere, he probably puts on conservative clothes."
"Well, however, look at us. You call this conservative?"
"Well, big girl, our clothes are a kind of... compromise... with society", Celeste stated, "If it were up to me, I'd go naked. But I put these on just to keep society off my back."
"Yeah, I guess so. So you think he's dressed in, maybe, real short pants and a half-length t-shirt or something?"
"I would guess... maybe not", Celeste suggested, "Society seems to be less forgiving of men who dress skimpily than women, for some reason. They are regarded as gay, weird, perverted and other dumb stuff."
"Huh, you might be right", Dragoness agreed, "Not to mention, this is West Virginia; they tend to be conservative anyway."

They poked around other shelves and cupboards. Under one shelf they found five big deep cycle batteries tandemed together.
"There's his solar-energy storage", Celeste pointed out.

Then in one shelf, they found... the magic cabinet...
Tapered candles, glass (or 7-day) candles, "shape" or "image" candles (in the form of either a man or woman, and of different colors), many tiny bottles of special oils, feathers, sage, sweet grass, tobacco, jars of sulfur, black salt, sea salt and... well, just about anything one can imagine might be in a closet of a practitioner of natural magic. All that was on two of three shelves in that cabinet.

On the lowest level, taking up the whole shelf and folded up, was some kind of black cloth. Celeste pulled it out and unfolded it; it turned out to be an authentic monk's robe.
"Wow! Would ya look at this!" Celeste exclaimed.
"What the..." Dragoness began, gazing at that unusual garment, "Looks like something from a... well... magician's chambers!"
Celeste explained, "A lot of practicing magic is in the mind. You have to have faith in your methods. Not everybody has this. Theoretically, magic can be accomplished entirely by the mind while merely sitting in an easy chair. All his oils, candles, this and that ingredient, and, this robe, are all to bolster the faith one has in his or her ability to direct the energies of nature. Most people need these mental crutches. Anyway, he probably wears this when performing a ritual."
"I don't know, Pixie, I think he's creepy. Imagine, some night, this guy dressed in this robe, candles all around him, dark, exaggerated shadows flickering and dancing, strange smells and smoke, and likely reciting strange words. Halloween's in ten or so days, he'd be perfect for that. But as a friend or boy friend... gees, I don't know..."
"OHH! I like him!" Celeste replied enthusiastically.

They refolded his robe and replaced it. They left the "kitchen-hut". They then strolled over to his apparent "bed room, computer and drawing-hut", the bright red one. Its door too was unlocked.

Letting themselves in, they began poking around. Nothing much of interest was found except a whole cabinet full of rough colored-pencil renderings of muscle women. The rough renderings, some of them on old, tattered and yellowed paper, were recognizable as the pictures on the site.
"Apparently", Celeste explained, "He uses extensive computer image processing for these pictures. The basic form is maintained, but, a lot of change is done on texture and backgrounds, that's for sure!"

Under the bed was found a suitcase full of more implements of magic, apparently, little used ones or spare ones. There was a closet of ordinary and not very new shirts and pants. Opening drawers of a set-of-drawers revealed an interesting find. The lowest drawer was full of brief bikinis, g-strings and brief tank-tops.
"Hmm!" Celeste analyzed, "His go out clothes and his... around here clothes! Yes, indeed. I can relate to that!"

They were about to exit the hut, when Celeste sprang an idea. She stripped her skimpy set of strings and rags that was her tank-top, and the band of cloth she called a micro-skirt. She tossed them on his bed.
"Pixie!" Dragoness chided, "What do ya think you're doing!?"
"We're gonna rock his world, big girl!" Celeste declared, "We're gonna just hike around this beautiful land of his, naked, or at least, I am, and leave a sign here..."
Celeste twirled beautifully and lit upon Dragoness's bosom. With Celeste's little chin in between Dragoness's breasts, she looked up with big blue eyes and asked, "You wanna go naked too?"
"You naughty little rascal of rascals! I'm tellin' you what!" Dragoness exclaimed, "Okay, you devious little Pixie you! I... will forego the naked part... but if you want to, go ahead! Sheesh!"
"You're missin' the funnest part of hiking around here!" Celeste declared, "But okay, let's go!"

Pulling Dragoness by the hand, Celeste lead Dragoness to a trail, one of a few, that headed up even higher, towards the edge of the woods up there.

Following the trail, they entered the woods. Following the trail was peaceful, scenic and smelled good. So, there it is; headed down (or up) the trail, walked a sprite curvaceous bubbly naked Pixie, followed by a powerful, nearly naked, amazon. The forest, which is indeed alive with consciousness, was witness to that sight. They walked quite a while. The trail was punctuated liberally with rock outcroppings, small ledges, and lush foliage.

Dragoness and Celeste were deep in the woods. In fact, Celeste expressed once, a little concern on finding the way back, to which Dragoness assured "simply go out the way we came".
Celeste ran ahead of Dragoness sometimes and back in a playful manner. Celeste's nimble little muscular and naked body leapt logs, rock ledges and generally ascended any up-hill with ease. Occasionally, Celeste commented, she felt they were being watched.
"Well", Dragoness replied, in her soothing, reassuring voice, "You are the one who has told me over and over, trees, bushes, even rocks and the Earth itself have consciousness. I would say those... and surely, many animals, are doin' the watchin'."
Celeste felt okay with that response. She continued her playful activities.

Then, it happened; In one of Celeste's "scouting runs", she saw him! Stopping short, she sprang back in split seconds to Dragoness, where upon she whispered, "I found him! Here's right here!"

With Dragoness in the lead this time, they quietly returned to where Celeste saw him. Parting bushes carefully and peering over a rock out-cropping, there he was. He was sitting on the ground, back against a tree, with his eyes closed. He had what appeared to be an "Indian style" shawl around his shoulders, and an "Indian blanket" over his legs. He was scantily clad other than that, possibly wearing a bikini, although they could not see clearly. He indeed looked fit and trim. And... his meditation was under a big and old tree, which itself looked as if it would be aged and wise...

Dragoness whispered, "In the words of Yargo the Parrot, 'Why am I NOT surprised!'."
Celeste giggled, exerting effort to keep the sound down. She whispered, "What are we gonna do now?"
"You told me it is not good to interrupt someone meditating", Dragoness whispered, "So... we wait..."
Celeste nodded her head "yes" enthusiastically, her little bangs jumping around from it, and her hair parting on the side revealing a pointed ear... Which Dragoness saw...

Dragoness pulled at Celeste's arm and motioned away. They walked back a ways so they could talk.

"You say you wanna rock his world?" Dragoness said quietly with an impish smile, "What if he comes out of his meditation, and he opens his eyes, and..."
Celeste knew right away what she was planning. She agreed "Yes! Excellent, big girl, now you are thinking like me! But, is he... safe? He looks pretty fit..."
"I'll be right there", Dragoness assured, "From what we have picked up so far, he is gentle and harmless. You'll be safe. And boy, will that ever surprise the dickens outa him! He wants to see faeries, eh? Well, we will indulge him!"
"Yes!" agreed Celeste enthusiastically.

They returned to the hidden spot behind the bushes and out-cropping of rocks. They assessed the situation and surroundings. From their vantage point, it was a little difficult to see clearly, but there appeared to be a sprinkling of something around where he sat and the big tree. Something was smoking in a clay bowl in front of him. There were other little items, most notably, certain rocks and a couple sea-shells. Even more curious, just four feet from him and inside the circle, a squirrel fearlessly foraged for nuts, seemingly unconcerned of his presence. And on the other side of the old tree on which he leaned, and also just inside the circle, a rabbit fed on tender grass and small leaves, also unconcerned, or perhaps, unaware of his presence. From her studies of "new age" related books, Celeste knew what was probably going on...

"I would wager, the sprinkling is probably corn meal", she explained, in whispers, to Dragoness. "And maybe sulfur and sea-salt. I don't see... any black salt, though that may be there too. Or it may only be the corn meal. The thing he is doing is based on procedures of the American Indian. The thing in the bowl which is giving off the smoke, is probably sage. In fact, I can smell it just a little. It is sage. The rest of it is, sort of like, nature's jewelry..."

"How come the rabbit and the squirrel are unafraid of him?" Dragoness whispered, asking.
"I am not sure", began Celeste, obviously well read on this kind of thing, "There are two possible reasons, both may be at play here... One, if he is vegetarian and has been for six months or more, all of a certain kind of scent given off by any animal that eats meat, is gone. Therefore, animals that you might call 'prey' animals, do not detect that scent, and therefore do not fear him. Two, another reason is a bit spiritual in nature. This circle thingy he's got there, according to those who practice it, American Indians and others; say that when in that circle, a high vibration of peace comes about that calms and reassures animals, that everything is okay. It has a calming effect on them, and they are attracted to it. I wonder though, if I can move in there, and not disturb them..."
"Then..." began Dragoness hesitantly, "do you... wanna go in there? Now?"
Celeste nodded her head "yes", with her shiny brown hair bouncing with the nod, after which she looked at Dragoness with big wide blue eyes.
"Okay..." Dragoness hesitantly said, "It's your show... Show time! That is! Anyway, I can easily handle him if it comes to it. He couldn't be more that 160 pounds. There's no weapons around, so if necessary, it'll be him, versus me... a very much loosing situation for him, I assure you!"
As Dragoness completed that statement, she was waving her fist with a gigantic biceps rippling and flexing in her arm. Celeste felt more than reassured.

Quietly, Celeste rose and backed out of the hidden spot. She proceeded on the trail and moved into the clearing. At this point, the man could see her, if he opened his eyes. Soft sounds of wind in the canopy of leaves over head, the buzz of cicada and the songs of crickets and birds gave ample ambient noise to hide any noises the stealthy Celeste may have made.

Slowly, gradually, she approached the tree and the meditating man. The squirrel moved away, but not in a panic, just, made way for the new-comer. On the other side of the tree, the rabbit lifted its head and turned its ears, but did not leave. It watched closely though. So far, so good. Celeste knelt. She was not yet in the circle. She gazed upon the man. Celeste desired to get in the circle, so as to become one with its possible energy of peace. Carefully, with her strong muscles giving her excellent control of her body and motion, Celeste successfully approached the very edge of the circle. She knelt again. The squirrel calmly moved further away. The rabbit moved around the tree to where it could not be seen.

Upon close examination of the material making up the circle; yes, corn meal was the main ingredient. Little granules of black salt and sea-salt were on the ground as well. A yellowish dust could also be seen, the sulfur. "A combination of American Indian and... I guess, Wiccan" Celeste thought to herself.

Okay, final step: Enter the circle. Carefully, Celeste rose from the kneeling position. Big bundles of quadriceps muscle flexed tight, giving Celeste complete control and grace. A couple steps, and there she was, inside the circle! She knelt a final time, mere feet from the man. So close now, she could see the nature of his chest, his arms, his tummy and his bikini. Yes, definitely, this was the man in the photos on the web site.

With much care and control, Celeste, using her strong, muscular little arms, lifted her whole body including legs so she could quietly arrange her legs folded outward, to assume the "lotus sitting" position, for comfort, while she waited. Hard, very prominent triceps poked out of her arms as she did so. Once settled in this position, she lifted her arms up to sweep her hair back from her ears. Hard little biceps flexed in her arms as she did so. His eyes were still closed, tight in fact. He really seemed out of it.
Now so settled, she waited. The squirrel was still in the circle. Its foraging for nuts continued. The rabbit moseyed back into view, calm of the situation.

Celeste decided she would get into it herself. She carefully took a deep breath and exhaled, quietly. She closed her eyes and relaxed. Yes, indeed. There was a feeling of calm and peace. Then, all at once, the image of a white-haired Grandma type with long braids appeared in her visual field. The image flashed, just one-tenth of a second. The image reminded Celeste of an American Indian Grand-Mother. It startled Celeste so that she sprang her eyes open. "What, or who, was that?" she wondered. Who ever it was, Celeste also received a feeling of peace and, somehow, greetings, from the image. Celeste felt comforted about that. The man was still in trance. Once again, Celeste closed her eyes and relaxed.

Celeste indeed, became so profoundly relaxed, she forgot the time. Unaware of how much time passed, she even had strange "micro-dreams". Suddenly, she felt like someone breezed past her. She opened her eyes suddenly, but, there was no one...
However, on the heels of that, the man... opened his eyes...

His eyes met Celeste's eyes, severely startling him. He scrambled back for just a fraction of a second until he came to realize, who was in the circle with him!

His sudden fright startled Celeste as well, and she was about to reassure him, she meant no harm. But the man calmed and stared in wonder...

At last, Celeste could do her "thing"... She smiled at him, turned her head for a coquettish look, and gazed at him with her big blue eyes. With her head turned and her hair swept back, her pointed ears could be seen. She decided she would display some physique... On purpose, she raised her firm arms to sweep back her hair, and saw to it, those hard little biceps were visible. He stared at her with wonder, unable to speak.

Now, there she sat, buck naked. When the man scrambled back, he dropped his shawl and left his other blanket behind. This left him near nude, dressed only in a white bikini with a mesh back. He had well sculpted, but definitely slender musculature. There was not an ounce of fat on him. He had the skinniest waist Celeste had ever seen on a man. His legs were long and laced with lean, slender muscle.

Celeste sat in the "lotus" position, with her legs folded and out. Being nude, this gave him a direct view of her vagina. Everything on Celeste was visible, since she wore, not a stitch.

Several seconds went by without a word. Celeste began to giggle uncontrollably. Finally, she got out "Hi!"

Another several seconds went by. The man, still leaning back on his hands from when he scrambled back in fright earlier, looked Celeste up and down. Celeste followed his eyes. Like most men, he did a fair amount, and expected amount, of looking over her trim, smallish but firm and well defined breasts, and her crotch area. But, indeed, his eyes were definitely taking in those ears!

Celeste felt she had control, partially, anyway. Though fit, he was kind of gangly. She felt she could take him on even without Dragoness's help. Short, compactly built and muscular, Celeste would be like a bowling ball knocking over a pole in any physical confrontation with him. But she had absolutely no desire for that, it was just a quick, primal assessment, done automatically in what Scientists refer to as "the reptilian brain", an ancient, primal part of the brain that concerns itself with basic servival; finding food, breeding and of course, flight or fight. The reptilian mind of Celeste determined that in a conflict with him, fight could be used, rather than flight. Having settled that, and since the "fight" decision is the one of greater control, her higher mind was now free to have some fun...

Celeste made a kissy face, "air kissed" the man, and once more said, "Hi!". She kept her head turned to show those ears.

"Uh..." was the first sound he uttered. Nice and primal, Celeste waited for more, as she fought back giggles.

Finally, he uttered some more sounds, more human like this time, "Are you... Now... Okay! Are you... a jinn?"
That did it! Celeste burst out guffawing uncontrollably.
With her laughing so hard, he began to relax, first cracked a smile, than began laughing, all be it nervously, himself.

At last, Celeste wrested control back from laughter. She at last replied, "Yes, I'm a jinn! I will grant you three wishes! But, there are rules, just a few quick proquoes... First, there will be no wishing for more wishes! That's cheating! Next, you shall not make a wish for me to kill somebody. That ain't nice! Next, you shall not make a wish for me to make someone fall in love with you! That must come from the heart! And finally, thou shalt not make a wish for me to bring somebody back from the dead! It ain't pretty! Other than that, anything goes!"

Well, the man lapsed into stunned silence again. Celeste lost the battle against laughter and began giggling again.

Upon exerting a lot of will-power, Celeste silenced her giggles. It looked like the man was about to speak once more...
"Well..." he began, nervously and with hesitation, "I wish... that you would... well, live with me..."
A laugh burst forth from Celeste causing her to cough a bit, then she replied, "Aw shucks, I thought you were going to set me free!" Then she began giggling again.

Relaxing more, the man laughed with her. Finally he ventured, "Okay, okay... So you're not a jinn. But... just... who are you?"
Celeste quelled her laughter once more, although it kept bursting forth from time to time, interrupting her speech. She replied, "My name is" (giggling) "My name is Celeste Goldstein, but, you can call me Pixie!" She gave in to laughter once more.

The man laughed too, and began to relax. He at last got off his hands in that "escape" posture. Not standing up, he scooted over to her a little. He asked, "You are called 'Pixie'; Hmm, that seems... appropriate..."
Celeste fought back giggling to reply, "Why do you think it's appropriate?"
"Uh, because... You're cute... like one."
Between giggles, Celeste replied, "Cute like one. Anything else?" she turned her head, batted those big blue eyes towards him and once again, raised her arms, making sure those biceps were up, to sweep back her hair, exposing those ears.

"And um..." he began hesitantly, "You um... have other interesting features that... reminds one of a jinn, er, I mean, a Pixie..."
Giggling, Celeste asked, "Like what?"
"Well... your ears! They're so cute. And they remind me of... a Pixie, or sort of, like, an elf..."

Celeste suffered another bout of uncontrollable giggling. Finally, she managed, "Excellent! You win! I will stay with you if you can stand me!"
"Oh! Great!" the man replied, obviously delighted, "I'll love that! Great!"

Without standing, he scooted over closer to her, but kept from getting real close. Smiling a big, impish smile, and fighting back the giggles, she watched him with big blue eyes as he shyly moved closer. She asked, "Now, what's your name?"
"Alex" he simply replied, too shy to say anything else. He was already enslaved by her. And Celeste knew it!
"Do you... come out here a lot? To meditate?" Celeste asked, finally winning her battle with the giggles.
"Sometimes" he replied, "Usually, I just meditate at home. It's safer and more secure. But sometimes, if the weather is good and its nice and bright, I'll come out here in the woods to meditate. Sometimes, in my head, with my eyes closed, the face of a Grandmother flashes in front of me. She appears to impart knowledge to me. Once, I saw her and later, I was returning to the house, and suddenly, I just knew an area... and I went to it, and there were black berry bushes just laden with big, juicy black berries..."
"Yes, yes, I just now saw her too!" Celeste replied, excited. She described how she quietly joined him in his meditation circle.

The man felt more comfortable, and scooted still closer. He looked her up and down some more. His eyes stopped on her naked crotch, briefly at her breasts, and then her big blue eyes... and those ears.
He asked, "So... how did you find me? How did you even know I was even here? Or anyone for that matter? And, though I don't mind you like this, still, I'm just curious; where's your clothes?"

Celeste smiled sweetly and described, in brief summary, how she used his web site and found his address by using "Whois" on the Internet. She added, "As to clothes... I kind of left them behind... at your sheds, er, I mean, houses..."
He laughed, "Yeah, they are little more than sheds. I built them myself. But, they do the job."
Looking straight into his eyes, he was easily under her control. Celeste could just about control the big and powerful Dragoness, she could easily control this guy. "You are very pioneering" she commented, "Home made... homes... solar energy, an interesting and unique web site... yes..."

Unconsciously, they leaned towards each other. Celeste was thinking in terms of a kiss, and then...
"Bam! Crash! Rumble!" issued forth from the edge of the clearing.

From an out cropping of rocks and a small ledge, a mini-avalanche occurred. Several rocks... and one big amazon... came tumbling down suddenly. Automatically, the man took a protective stance for Celeste. Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed a walking stick from somewhere and got between Celeste and the noise. What he saw put him into as much of a shock as when he first laid eyes on the elf-eared Celeste...

"Gad-dam shit fuck!" Dragoness growled as she rubbed the pain out of her shins that just got bumped. She sustained other minor bumps and scrapes along with a fright, and resulting temper. She rose up stumbling around still rubbing her shins. "DAMMIT!" she roared.

"What happened, big girl!?" Celeste asked urgently.
"Gad-dam fuckin' rock I was leaning on gave way! Shit!"
Celeste had to restrain giggling at her big friend who, at this point, definitely lost her usual composure.

The man, Alex, relaxed his stance and asked, "Do... You know her? And, who is she?"
Celeste suppressed her giggles to reply, "This big oaf is my friend, Dragoness, well actually, Pamala, but she likes to be called Dragoness. She's my best friend, and lov... and, er, she protects me, and... she wanted to meet you too!"
"I'm not an oaf, just that hateful thing dumped me!" Dragoness huffed, at this point, perhaps blowing hot steam like a real dragon.
"You were watching us too intently, big girl!" Celeste laughed.
"Well..." Dragoness thought for a good excuse, "I have to watch over you, you little rascal!"

Dragoness brushed herself off and tried to regain composure. As she stood up straight, and came across the clearing towards Celeste and Alex, he began to see just how big this amazon was...

"Wow!" Alex breathed at the site of that leviathan woman as she regained her composure and strolled closer, "She's pretty big... she... whoa!"

Alex stepped back just a little as Dragoness approached him, smiling. Raising an arm to sweep her disheveled hair from her face, he could see her huge arm with a gigantic, bulging biceps. Alex had to look way up to her.

With huge, bulging thighs ripping out of her short-shorts, prominent abs on a tummy that, though trim, was thicker than his, hefty breast/chest line, huge muscular arms, Dragoness dwarfed the slender Alex. He looked down right frail, next to her. Dragoness softly said, "We saw your web site, and I was... impressed. If you are so interested in muscle women, well, here we are... a little one, my little friend, and me, a big one! I hope you don't mind us just letting ourselves upon your land; you have very beautiful property here. I wouldn't even mind buying that property next to you."

Alex visibly gulped. He finally got out, in a gravely voice that he had to clear, "Well, you are welcomed here! That's for sure! Wow! I never would have dreamed gals like you would actually come here! Wow! My goodness! And, and, and as to that property, yes, it's ten acres. Please buy it, before some shit-head with a bunch of monster dogs does! Boy! Would I ever love having you two as neighbors!"
Dragoness laughed that hearty, "strong-woman-laugh" of hers. She replied, "Okay, okay, you! We will definitely think about it. In the mean time, can we like... stay... with you? While we vacation in West Virginia?"
"Ooo! Of course!" came his eager reply.

A pleased, content and happy Celeste joined Dragoness while Alex gathered his things. He picked up and folded the shawl and Indian blanket, picked up a small burlap purse of magic-related items and got everything together. Celeste peered on. His stuff together, he was ready to go...

"So, you..." Celeste began shyly, "Practice magic?"
"I try to", Alex replied, "I don't know if I'm doing it right, but I do what I can. I tell you what, interestingly enough, I did do a general attraction ritual, using instructions I got from someone else who knows what they're doing. I did everything to the letter. I was trying to cause, somehow, real muscle... uh, athletically fit and endowed women to come into my life. And lo and behold, here you are! So, you conclude from that what you want. It's not that I keep my location a secret, although I don't go around advertising it either. Someone might could find me if they really wanted to and knew their way around the Internet."

Celeste looked up at Dragoness and Dragoness looked down at Celeste. Dragoness's look was a nervous one, while Celeste's look was one of "I told you so" and, being on the verge of giggling.

Alex continued, "So, unless you did just suddenly appear from star dust, how... did you find me?"
Celeste just had to, at first, reply comically to his question. She replied, "Well, yes, we did just appear from star-dust!"
Alex chuckled from that as did Dragoness.

Celeste continued, "Seriously, we did more or less just as you said, we wanted to find you, and, I knew how I might could find your address"... and she spoke of the rest of it, as has already been related...

Celeste concluded, "As to your magic bringing us here... Having read books on real magic; not the 'Hollywood' kind where something will 'poof' in or out or whatever, but, real magic, I understand that responses to spells sometimes moves on the paws of a cat, or with the mists of fog. There's no 'poof', no sparkling, smoke or flashes; it just... happens. A mainstream, traditional Scientist would argue, well, you have that site, millions of people are on the Internet, you have photos of yourself there, your address is available although you have to dig for it, and there! It's just a matter of time before someone happens to find you!"
"Yes" Alex agreed, "I guess that argument could be made, but, I've had that site in some version since 1990! Well, in the early 1990s, it was a 'BBS', but later, in 1996, I converted it to being a web site. In ALL THAT TIME... no one, man or woman, has ever come. Then, I do the ritual... oh, and let me tell you... After that stupid 9-11 crap, business to the site fell way off for some reason. Visitation since then has been way down. Yet, even with that; I do the ritual, and here, a mere two months later, you two show up! So Mr. Scientist, stick that up your test-tube and test it!"

Celeste agreed completely with that. Alex was not finished...

"Now, there's just one more thing I want to point out, and this shows there may be something going on... My... rituals, the way I do them, is not perfect. I am inexperienced. When meditating on what I want, in front of the candles during the ritual, interfering thoughts come in. When I did the ritual, I kept drifting to the possibility of contacting jinns, or faeries. But I was supposed to be visualizing big muscle women. But my thoughts would drift around. Sometimes I'd fall asleep!"
They all chuckled at that.
Alex continued, "But most commonly, I kept drifting to thinking about what someone told me about contacting faeries. And that kept butting in. Anyway, that brings us to your ears, Celeste..."
"Uh-Oh!" Celeste giggled.
"How did you end up with those cute ears?" Alex simply asked.
"Oh, it's probably a birth defect."
"Come on, Pixie", Dragoness argued, "I don't think it is a birth defect. I think there is something special about you."
"Well anyway", Alex concluded, "What ever the history or the whys, here we see the results of my thoughts of faeries during the attraction ritual; a cute, sturdy... uh... like... petite gal with ears that look something like those of... a faery... or how they are stereotypically supposed to look like. Again, I put this out; you decide what's going on..."
Celeste agreed, there was something to it.

As they hiked back to his home, Celeste told of how she was adopted when she was left by someone or something in the middle of a forest next to her adoptive-parents' camp when Celeste was a baby.
Dragoness also told something of her history. Alex embellished on his site, and his back ground.
Among the things that they discussed, some have already been pointed out. Some others will be encountered later in this account, as it becomes necessary.

Upon arriving back, Celeste showed Alex her clothes in his "bed-room hut". Amidst much giggling, Celeste told Alex how they searched for him then decided he had gone for a while. Alex thought it was absolutely delightful. With Dragoness's urging, Celeste wore back her brief clothing. Alex commented how adorable Celeste looked. Dragoness heartily concurred.

Discussions ensued about Dragoness and Celeste staying, and where to park their truck and trailer. Also, Alex really desired a thorough look at that truck and trailer. He found that absolutely fascinating. Dragoness had to give him a "tour" of the tractor-truck and the trailer before anything else. He was even given a peek at the "Dragoness Lair".

Alex offered to let them park the trailer up there close to his huts. But Dragoness determined the trail was too rough, steep and narrow for safe handling of the truck. Also, the home-made bridge did not look like it could support the weight. They opted for backing the truck and trailer on all the way into Alex's property, and merely parking it to the side of the easement-road next to his land.

So Dragoness led the way to the truck and trailer. She noted Celeste was beginnig to slow down...
Celeste had become sleepy, for the time of day for her sleep had come. Since Dragoness was only backing the trailer and not on the road, being in the trailer during backing would be safe. Celeste went ahead and went to bed in the trailer, in Dragoness's "lair"; her big bed. It was singularly fascinating, rocking around while the trailer was moving. Celeste wished it could continue.

Before laying down, Celeste saw Alex on foot outside, following the trailer as it moved. After laying down, she heard him on a UHF walkie talkie she was given to call if necessary. He and Dragoness used the walkie talkies for the backing operation. Alex assisted Dragoness with backing by informing her of progress and position. Content and cozy, Celeste listened to the two communicate. She enjoyed the rocking motion during backing.

Alex was obviously fascinated about Dragoness being a former truck-driver, and diesel mechanic now. And, having been in electronics himself, he certainly found Celeste's broadcast technologist job intriguing as well. Celeste drifted off to sleep before the rocking around of the trailer was done. As far as Celeste was concerned, that worked out right.

At this point we pause for a look at the principal folks of this account: The characters have not been illustrated yet, so we "borrowed" details of other pictures that closely approximate the characters. The illustrations below are not far off...
Dragoness is of course, big and powerfully built and has short blond hair. The illustration of her shows that fairly close. The actual Dragoness has lighter skin.
Celeste is short, "stocky" or curvaceous; the temporary illustration is of a six-feet-one elf-type of spirit. The actual Celeste has a "shorter-look" and the pointedness of her ears is not that pronounced. Celeste's hair is darker, thicker and "wider". However, the illustration captures Celeste's big blue eyes and little pursed lips along with her "coquettish-look".
The picture of the man behind the pedal-car is the actual Alex, so we will not be replacing that illustration.

Dragoness
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Celeste
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From left to right:
Celeste - Dragoness - Alex
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Dragoness
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By this time, Celeste was fast asleep. Alex begged for another look inside the trailer. Dragoness agreed and asked "please don't disturb little Pixie" to which he, of course, agreed. After he had his fill, Dragoness and Alex went to work setting up the trailer.

With a fair amount of jury-rigging, water and solar-generated electricity could be connected to the trailer. Dragoness and Celeste would just have to go easy on it, that's all. Sewer would be handled by a hand-dug, temporary way that, other than pointing it out, really does not need to be detailed here. So, they were set up for house keeping, slightly slanted though their trailer home ended up being.

And just in time, for it was the end of the day, already getting dark, and Dragoness was getting sleepy. Celeste had already napped a while.

Dragoness wanted a little supper first. Dragoness originally was going to cook in her trailer, but there was not near enough electricity through that long, thin, telephone wire used to carry electricity to the trailer, for the stove. Alex offered she could cook on his propane stove in his "kitchen hut". So Dragoness followed him back up there.

"Whew!" Dragoness huffed, "This must be the eighth time today I've been up this hill. This place will give you a work out, that's for sure!"
"Yes, indeed!" Alex agreed, also huffing.

Dragoness offered to cook for him too. Alex had expressed a number of times that afternoon and evening already, he needs to get a medical report done, part of his medical transcription that he does for a living.

"I'll bring supper to ya!" Dragoness offered.
"Oh! Thank you!" Alex replied heartily.

So, Dragoness found herself that evening, in a very different environment than what she was used to. Extreme remoteness, nice nature scents, absolutely no outdoor artificial lighting to lighten nature's darkness of night were primary characteristics. Only stars and a quarter moon shined from a pristine, pollution free night sky. In the cramped little, isolated kitchen, up on that mountain hill-side meadow, with a unique light made of white-light l.e.d.s that had the color of moon light, she made supper.

Dragoness was a bit concerned of Celeste, way down there by herself. But Celeste had that walkie talkie Alex lent them, it was laid by her on the bed. And Dragoness had one right there in the kitchen. Also, the gate was locked, and absolutely no one ever came through here. The road was an easement only, to be used strictly only by owners of the properties. And right now, the only active property owner was Alex. Dragoness and Celeste were in a spot on Earth that, essentially, no one goes to or lives on. They were indeed, alone.

Dragoness had two hungers... the one for supper, and... one that had just developed... and now, cooking done, she was going to take Alex's supper out to him. Before going, she peeled off her tank-top and dropped her short-shorts. Now naked, she placed hers and his supper on a tray and went out...

Dragoness arrived at the "bedroom/computer room hut", holding the tray with one hand while her other hand started to open the door. She paused... Alex was in there, now wearing a tank-top, at the computer. The room was softly lit like moon-light by a small l.e.d. array. A much brighter, possibly l.e.d. lamp lit his work area.

Dragoness let herself in. Alex turned around to see that leviathan amazon "fill" that tiny space with her presence; and all muscular six-feet-seven of her without a stitch...

"Oohh! My goodness!" Alex commented, obviously impressed, "Following the lead of your cute Pixie friend?"
"Yes, Twink", Dragoness answered with decided authority, "I thought you might like a look at a prime example of an amazon without the interference of clothes...". Dragoness set the tray down on the top of a set-of-drawers.
"Whoa! Wow" Alex could only "ooo and ahh". Not noticing the "twink" nick-name he then automatically asked, "Aren't you chilly? It's beginning to cool, quite a bit."
"Not chilly at all, kind of hot, actually. Are you at a place you can stop?"
"Well... yes. I can wrap this up later."

As Alex closed programs and turned off the computer, Dragoness made herself comfortable sitting on his bed, with her huge muscle-bound legs spread. His bed grated and squeaked from the heaviest thing that has ever been put upon it.
Alex kept turning to look. Dragoness sat erect, with nipples jutting out a considerable ways. As he shut down equipment, Dragoness wolfed down most of her dinner, she had not prepared much for herself anyway.

When Dragoness saw he was done with the computer, and went for his plate, she invited, "Sit here, Twink, in front of me. It'll warm ya...".

Due to Dragoness's huge size, she sat back far enough on the bed to provide a little space on the bed for him to sit while he ate, right at her bosom and shoved up next to her crotch. Her huge legs were spread, allowing him in.

Alex looked at that, hesitated a few seconds then said, "Wow! Well, okay...".

He did just that, sat back, snug against Dragoness's bosom, his butt against her crotch.
"Wow! Dragoness!" he commented, breathy, "This is nice! It's nice and warm! I was beginning to get chilly."

A big, well muscled forearm went around his skinny waist and "locked" him in. Hot breath impinged his neck and shoulders. Her head was over his shoulders anyway, such was her stature. She breathed, "Yeah, sweet Twink, I'll keep you warm, no problem..."
"Ooo! Mmmm!" Alex uttered as he pushed himself tighter into her bosom. He then asked, "Say, what's this 'twink' business?"
"You are!" Dragoness breathed, softly but sternly, "You're a sexy twink, and that's what I'm callin' ya!"
"Do I have a choice?" Alex asked shyly.
"Nope!" Dragoness replied simply as her big hand felt him over, "that's your name now!"
"Yes ma'am" Alex meekly conceded.

"Twink! Set your plate down a second, I'm gonna take this off of ya..."
"My tank-top? But I was chilly..."
"Shh! You won't be chilly in here..." referring to her bosom and crotch, "And it's gettin' in my way. Now raise your arms!"

Alex did as "commanded". Dragoness lifted off his tank-top and tossed it over to the chair where he had been sitting, in front of the computer.

Alex took back his plate and continued eating. But he had a lot of interference as two big hands roved over and felt every part of his body.

"You feel nice" Dragoness breathed, hot breath, into his ear, "Tight bod, nice lean muscles, and, gads! The skinniest waist I've ever seen!"
"Well, I'm kind of, sort of an ectomorph, you know, a skinny person. I have fought it tooth and toe-nail all my life. I finally had to give in to it, and simply developed what I had to most of its potential, and just, stay healthy. And so, there I am..."
"You did great, Twink! Your muscles are just fine. I love your build, you fit in here nicely, like you were tailor made for my cunt and boobs. Here, Twink, lay your head back, like this...".

Dragoness "urged" him to lay his head back. Due to the height difference, his neck fit nicely between her ample breasts, while his head laid on the tops of them. Alex expressed surprise, "By gosh! That is comfortable. Like a head rest!"
"Uh-huh! You see, Twink? OOOHH! Gads! You feel good!"

Dragoness's big hands felt over and pressed at his chest, as if to ram him as far into her bosom as he could go. Her hands then roved back to his lean, skinny waist. "Come on, Twink, don't be shy, ram your butt in here! It'll be warm!"

Dragoness indicated she wanted Alex even tighter in her crotch. She opened her big legs allowing him to back in as far as possible. Alex accommodated by pushing, with his legs, to shove himself in and then wiggled his butt to "settle".
"OOO! Mmm, mmm!" Dragoness breathed out, blowing hot breath on Alex's shoulders, "That feels good. My cunt was aching, that seems to help! Mmmm..." Her hands glided over and caressed Alex's legs and crotch area.
"Your cunt's... wet...", Alex hesitatingly informed.
"Mmmm! Gettin' a little amazon nectar on you will be good for you!" Dragoness replied, her strong voice beginning to quiver. Her legs closed in just a little, squeezing him. Her fingers dared feel over his genital, and yes, it was erecting. It pushed out a hump in his bikini. She set it free. She rolled down the hem of his bikini releasing his erection into the cool air.

"Twink!" Dragoness began, in an ordering tone, "Set your plate aside! I gotta take care of this. My cunt aches terrible!"
"What are you going to do?" Alex asked, almost in a nervous tone.

As Dragoness pushed Alex off the bed to get up herself, and with his bed grunting relief, she replied, "You're too fucking sexy! I'm gonna fuck on ya! Now lay down on your bed, on your side...".
With his dinner plate in one hand, Dragoness pushed Alex hard with her other hand, causing him to fall upon his bed. She set his plate on the tray.
Dragoness climbed upon his bed, over him. His bed grunted and grated from her huge weight. It never had to support something this big before.

"Are... are we going to... sex?" Alex nervously asked, now underneath a gigantic muscle woman who was straddling him.
"Not quite... I'm saving ya for Pixie. She hasn't had a good fuck in ages. Your cock would just get lost in my cunt. Oooo! I'm gonna fuck on this skinny, bony hip..."

Dragoness lowered her vagina, now dripping with secretions, onto Alex's hip. Her lubricated labias parted easily, allowing her to settle her vagina right on his hip. Her labias wrapped around his hip, giving an appearance she was eating him with her vagina. "OOHHH GADS! OOOOO!" Dragoness uttered, as her vagina devoured his side. Her clitoris found his hip bone protrusion stimulating. She began slow humping. "OOH GADS! I gonna explode!"
Dragoness raise her arms to her head and clasped her hands behind her head to stretch and hold, perhaps in effort to protect him. Whatever the reason, it displayed to Alex, pinned under this heavy weight amazon, two muscular arms with biceps bigger than gallon paint cans.

"I'm... I'm not to sure about this... You're pretty heavy..." Alex nervously pointed out.
"Quiet Twink! I'm not gonna put my entire weigh on ya! OOHHH! Gads! FUCK! That feels GOOD!" Dragoness's eyes winced and all her powerful muscles quaked. She huffed, "You're strong! You can take this!"

Dragoness pressed down with her crotch, thoroughly soaking Alex's hip and side. She humped heavily, dragging her sopping wet crotch up and down his side. It slurped, like someone with no manners wolfing down a meal. Some secretions dribbled across Alex's tummy and waist onto his bed.
"OHH GADS! It's COMIN'! And it's gonna blow me apart!!!" Dragoness huffed.

Her humping sped up and she began screeching. His bed shook and perhaps even, the entire hut. Alex could only hold on while a 270 pound, line-backer-sized woman used his hip for a masturbation aid. Dragoness raked her soaking vagina heavily up and down Alex's side, with quite a bit of weight and force. Loud slurping sounds issued forth. Alex had to hold on and stiffen all his muscles to take it. Alex's side became drenched.
At last, her humping slowed and she began calming down.
"OOHH! GADS a MIGHTY! That hit the spot!"

Finally relieved, Dragoness lowered the rest of her mighty body over Alex, fully engulfing him in her legs, crotch and bosom. She laid some hard kisses on the top-side of his head. He just about disappeared under her. With heavy breathing, Dragoness complemented, "Oh man, you wonderful little Twink! That was nice!"

Dragoness reached for a walkie talkie. She sat up, but remained atop Alex, her vagina lips still around his hip.

"What are you doing?" Alex asked, almost sounding scared. Yet, his erection remained partially up.
"I'm calling Pixie. She's gotta see this! Then, I'll let you fuck her if she agrees!"
"Ohh!" Alex huffed, having the wind knocked out of him by Dragoness shifting a bit while sitting on his hip. The huge muscles of her thighs were flexed, supporting most of her weight. Otherwise, she might very well crush Alex's pelvis.

Dragoness called urgently and with authority over the walkie talkie, "PIXIE! Wake up! Are ya there!?"

It took repeated tries, but at last, a sweet and sleepy sounding voice came over the radio. "What's up?" Celeste replied.
"You are!" Dragoness barked back, "It's about nine, now! Isn't this when you usually get up anyway?"
"Well, yes, but my sleeping time is off. But sure, big girl, I can get up. What is it, you got supper?"

Dragoness laughed a hearty laugh. Her laughing bounced some of her weight on Alex's hip. He pleaded, "Be careful, Dragoness, it's really getting heavy..."
"Oh, sorry Twink!" Dragoness flexed her leg muscles, taking off most of her weight. She replied to Celeste, "Yes Pixie, I... have supper, for you!"
"Okay!" she replied over the radio, then added, "Can someone like, come and walk with me? It's really dark!"
"Sure, sweety, we'll be right there!" Dragoness replied.

Dragoness raised herself off Alex and ordered, "Okay Twink, I'm taking you to my lair! Put your little tank back on and let's go!"

Alex got up, and had to wipe considerable amounts of vaginal secretions from his side, tummy and small of his back. He had to wipe them off his bed too.

"Sorry about that, Twink", Dragoness apologized, but in a stern manner, "But you can expect more of that from now on!"
"Yes ma'am" Alex meekly replied.

With his erection seemingly unable to decide whether to stay up or go down, he grabbed his tank-top from his chair and slipped it on. Dragoness pulled him by the hand, nearly dragging him out of the hut into the chilly night.

"Brr!" Alex uttered, "It's a bit arish! I usually go to long pants and long-sleeve shirt for this..."
"Not now, Twink!" Dragoness ordered, "You're tough, you can take it! Walk fast! Things will get plenty warm at my place!"

Big, naked Dragoness walked erect and quick, requiring Alex to jog to keep up. They hiked on down the steep hill off the mountain meadow. Quarter moon and stars were the only sources of light for their hike.
Dragoness remarked, "Mmmm! Sure smells nice around here. I would not mind living here at all!"
"Yes" Alex replied, his voice shaken by having to jog, "It is very invigorating and good for one's health."

Dragoness and Alex descended the meadow, crossed the home-made bridge and on to the easement road. They turned right and hiked the remaining short distance to the truck and trailer. Dragoness led Alex to the side of the trailer opposite the road to the door, on which she then knocked. She called, "It's me, Dragoness."

Little Celeste opened the door. "Oh! Alex came!"

Celeste wore a silk, loose fitting kind of nighty over her upper body only. Her lower body was nude. She raised an arm to brush her hair from her face. Alex gazed at her hard little biceps.

The trailer was dimly lit. Dragoness still used old-timey incandescent bulbs. Because of that long run of, what was actually telephone wire, the jury-rig to power the trailer, they lit very dim and reddish. That was fine, it imparted a romantic effect... which is what Dragoness apparently had in mind.

"Yes, little Pixie, I brought Alex! And, he's supper! ... Part of it anyway. The rest is in the kitchen up there. But I thought you might like this first-course here!"
"What do you mean?" Celeste asked with a voice still effected from sleep.

"Take off your tank, Twink!"
Alex did as told.

"You call him Twink?" Celeste asked.
"Yeah!" Dragoness replied, "Fits somehow, doesn't it? He's lean, strong pound for pound, kinda tough and wiry, light and sexy! I just fucked on him up there! And I'm gonna do it again here and let you watch. Then, if you want, you can do it!"
"Wow!" Celeste commented, surprised at the suddenness of this, but excited, "Is it okay with you, Alex?"
"Sure it's okay!" Dragoness answered before Alex could, "Come on, lets have some fun!"

Dragoness pulled Alex by the hand into her lair, and her big bed.

"Wow, Dragoness, maybe, go easy on him, he's special..." Celeste suggested.
"Nah! He loves this! He had a boner the whole time I humped him! I'm way stronger than him, but that doesn't matter, he's really strong and tough himself. He can take anything we dish out! Can't ya, Twink?"
"Sure..." Alex began, as he nearly had the breath knocked out of him when Dragoness pushed him onto her bed.
"Now, get on your side, like before. I need one more!"

Alex laid on his side and braced for another pounding.

"Sit here and watch, sweety!" Dragoness urged Celeste, patting a spot on the bed for Celeste to sit.

Dragoness climbed up on the bed, with it grunting and grating from the weight, and straddled Alex. She lowered her already drooling vagina on his hip.
"Wow!" Celeste uttered, "Don't... crush him..."
"I'm careful with him, don't worry. I'll be gentler this time, cause, I'm not so about to bust as I was before. But... it might last longer..."

Slowly, the big, heavy muscular Dragoness lowered her vagina onto Alex's side. Easily, the labias parted and slurped up Alex's hip. Celeste's big blue eyes had never been bigger. She was fully awake now, indeed! "Wow! Looks like you're eatin' him!" Celeste remarked, in her high sweet voice.

"OOOooooohhhh!" Dragoness uttered long and sensuously, "Holy shit, that feels good! OOHHH!" Dragoness began slow, heavy dragging humping. Her hungry vagina slurped loudly as it devoured her meal with absolutely no manners.

Celeste had to get in on it. She scooted over, and pinched one of Dragoness's gigantic nipples, now sticking way out.
"Gads! Pixie! Keep that up and you're gonna be under here!"
Celeste just giggled and replied, "Oh yeah?" and she pinched Dragoness's other nipple.
Dragoness humped harder and faster. Alex clung on to parts of the bed. All his lean muscles were flexed tense to harden his body against the heavy pounding it was receiving.

"Ooo! Look at this!" Celeste noticed Alex's partial erection. As Dragoness lost communication with Celeste due to the intensity of building orgasm, Celeste reached over and stroked Alex's genital. "You like being raped?"
With his breath being pushed out of him, he replied, "Is this rape? I..."
"Sort of!" Celeste replied, "After this, you can drill me! Would ya like that?"
"Oohh! Yeah!" Alex huffed out an answer as he was being shook by Dragoness's growing orgasm. Alex's erection grew to full hardness. Indeed, he was ready.

Dragoness erupted in screaming and furious humping that had Alex holding on for dear life and Celeste holding her ears.

"OOHHH! OOHHH! GADS! OH MAN that felt good!" Dragoness finally huffed, out of breath and relieved. She continued humping for a bit. Celeste had her fingers at her crotch; she was ready.

Finally, Dragoness lifted herself off Alex. "Good gosh Twink! You sure feel good to me. I'm gonna do that more!"
"Okay, Dragoness", Alex replied, "I'm glad you enjoy me! My body is for your enjoyment!"
"WHOA!" Dragoness commented, "Now that's obedience!"
"Wow" Celeste remarked sweetly, "He's all hard... is he clean? I'm..."
"He's as clean as the driven snow!" Dragoness replied. "He said he took a bath this morning, and I can tell, he did. He's clean except for the natural scents of forest and meadow. However, I got some rubbers in there, in the drawer. Suit him up, Pixie! You're next!"

"Wow!" Celeste could only utter, as she peeled off her nighty, leaving her nude. She opened a night stand next to Dragoness's bed. Indeed, there were several condoms in there.

"Get on your back, Twink! I started ya, now she's gonna finish you off!"

Alex wiggled up to more centered on the bed, and on his back. Dragoness laid on the far side of the bed, next to the wall, leaning against it. She propped her head up with her hand, laying on her side. Dragoness was relaxed, as was the arm holding up her head. The big biceps hung limp from the sheer weight of its mass. Even non-flexed, it still was huge. Dragoness relaxed and watched the show. "He's all yours, Pixie!"

Celeste had already straddled him. His penis was full length and throbbing, and her vagina was dripping wet. She struggled with the condom package, unable to open it.
The bed quaked and grated as Dragoness got up again, straddled Alex behind Celeste, and, lovingly embracing Celeste, showed her how...
"Like this, Pixie..." Dragoness showed her a tab that made ripping the package open, easier. Then Dragoness instructed, "Now, roll it on, sweety, like this... Make it part of the fun. Do it slow..."

Dragoness's big arms were around Celeste with her bosom tight against Celeste's back. Dragoness actually rolled the condom on. She pressed it onto his penis tip, and rolled it down tight, thus stimulating him even more. "Got it, sweety?" Dragoness asked softly, as she pecked a kiss on Celeste's head.
"Okay" Celeste replied feebly and sweetly.

Dragoness returned to her "spectator position", got relaxed with her head on her hand, and prepared to watch the show.

"Ooo!" Celeste squeaked, excited, but hesitant. She lowered herself over Alex and his throbbing genital. She had it at her vagina but did not seem how to proceed from there.

"Pixie!" Dragoness said, chuckling, as she reached over to direct the tip of Alex's penis into the right spot on Celeste's crotch. "Now, Pixie, back up!"

Celeste backed and startled forward again with a little "oh!"
"Back up, Pixie!" Dragoness urged.

Celeste backed up again, and allowed the tip of Alex's genital to push in. Her labias were well slicked up and ready. It almost appeared his penis was sucked in. "OOHHH!" Celeste groaned. From underneath Celeste, Alex moaned in ecstasy as well.
"Feels super, don't it!?" Dragoness asked as she returned to her relaxed position to watch.

Celeste could not answer. She began serious humping, backing down and up, going down deeper each time. Alex moaned and Celeste huffed.
"Wow, little Pixie, you're doin' it! You got almost all his dick in ya! You got a deep little cunt!"

Celeste could only huff and grunt as she thrust hard now. Even from her light weight, the bed quaked, shaking Dragoness with it.
"Good gosh! Pixie! It feels like an earth quake!" she commented.
Dragoness reached over and allowed her hand to feel over Celeste's hard working butt. Muscles in Celeste's butt, and everywhere else on her, flexed and rippled.
"Wow!" Dragoness commented, "Pixie muscles at full power!"

Celeste thrust and humped furiously and began moaning loudly, her voice quivering from intensity of orgasm. Alex began wailing in pleasure. The bed quaked and grated. Dragoness cheered "Whooeee! Fuck, Pixie, fuck! Fuck his brains out!"

Well, "fuck" Celeste did! Furiously. Celeste pounded away on Alex for quite a few minutes.

Finally, the two began slowing and simmered down. Celeste panted and huffed, "Ohhh! Man! Oh! Good gosh! That felt so great! Oh! Blessed relief..."
Celeste carried on for a while.

Fully content, Celeste finally stopped and just laid on top of Alex, with his penis still in her. She backed down Alex's body so that his penis pushed well into her cave, then relaxed. Alex was near sleep.

"So cute!" Dragoness remarked. She reached over and stroked Celeste's back.
"Thank you, big girl! Mmmm! That was so nice..." Celeste said, in a groggy manner, and began to drift off to sleep.

Reluctantly, however, Celeste and Alex got up, at Dragoness's urging, to clean up "aftermath". Once done, they hurriedly returned to bed.
Then, they relaxed some more. Alex lay on his side, facing and adoring the curvaceous, tough little Celeste. Dragoness laid on the other side of Celeste. They all three drifted to sleep for a short time.

Celeste woke the other two up by getting up, wandering around the trailer and generally, "touring" it; she was still fascinated by it.
Anyway, refreshed, relieved and relaxed, all three prepared to hike to the "kitchen-hut".
Naked Dragoness stepped out the door to check the temperature. Yep, night-time, mid-October in West Virginia is a bit chilly for nudity, even to big strong Dragoness.

Dragoness came back in and strongly advised Celeste to at least wear her cute little outfit of warm hose, the mini, not micro, skirt, the snug fitting black t-shirt, in this case, the long-sleeved one, and, for kicks, the French beret, although that last one not necessary. Even Dragoness wore long denim pants (blue jeans) and a snug fitting black sleeveless shirt (not tank top) of heavy material. Alex would have to temporarily wear one of Dragoness's winter coats.

Dragoness had all these things, because after all, she towed her entire house on this trip, rather than pack a bunch of suit cases. Celeste had limited items because she had to bring things from her apartment to this house-on-wheels.
So dressed, they hiked, briskly, the drive-way to Alex's "huts". They entered the fairly warm kitchen hut.

Little Celeste ate, Alex had the rest of his (that was interrupted earlier and after retrieving it from his bedroom-hut) and Dragoness had a little more.
After that, they sat around and chatted about this and that. They talked about Celeste's apparent ability to go out of body. Later, they happened upon the zero-point-energy device, that device Celeste was interested in that could extract free energy from the inter-atomic space found in all matter.
Alex was also up on that. He even had mp3 archives of Coast To Coast AM shows that talked extensively about it, on CD. Doctor Greer heads a project to uncover secret archives of this technology, hoarded, allegedly, by government and/or some big corporations. Alex had mp3 of shows with Doctor Greer as guest. He had plenty of other material... in short, he was indeed, up to date on it.

Alex suggested to Celeste, "If you can go out of body to visit things you are interested in, like when you visited Dragoness, then maybe you could visit the secret locations where they have these things hidden. Somehow, maybe, pick up plans, whatever. I understand that a zero-point energy device can be built with parts available from Home Depot and Radio Shack."
"But I don't know where they are", Celeste explained.
"From what I understand about going out of body, and its related phenomenon, remote viewing", Alex suggested, "maybe it would be possible to just 'wish yourself there' and look around... it's worth a try..."
Celeste agreed.

Dragoness and Alex were getting sleepy. Night owl Celeste could have gone longer, but she follows Dragoness.
They took their baths. Hot water comes from solar, a combination of eighty percent "direct thermal solar" and photo-voltaic electric back-up. A propane hot water heater was available for ultimate back up.

There was not enough electricity for the hot water heater in Dragoness's trailer. So they had to shower in Alex's "bath-room-hut". Originally built on a tiny trailer frame in another state and hauled to this West Virginia property, it was only five and a half feet tall.
Little five-feet-two Celeste could stand up straight in it, so no problem to her. Six-feet-even Alex was slender and flexible, so he easily put up with it, not to mention, he is just plain accustomed to it.
But Dragoness had a challenge. Her big, heavy, six-feet-seven and 270 pounds of muscles was quite a hunk of woman to get in there, but she managed.

They hiked a chilly walk back down to the trailer where they would sleep. Dragoness's huge bed could accommodate all three. Alex's little single bed could not even fully contain Dragoness, much less all three.

For the hike, Alex wore long sleeve shirt and long pants with bikini and tank-top as under-clothing. Dragoness allowed him to do this, but told him, once in the trailer, lose the long clothes and strip down to bikini and tank-top.

Upon arrival to the trailer, Dragoness fired up a propane heater built in to a wall of the living room. Thank goodness for that, they then could have heat.

In the trailer, Celeste found the chance to whisper into Dragoness's ear, that she could not sleep, and kept thinking about how good the sex felt earlier. Celeste wanted more!
Dragoness chuckled, then whispered into Celeste's ear, "I tell you what, I really could use one more good fuck. How 'bout you fist me! After Alex sees that, he'll fuck your brains out!"
Celeste nodded her head enthusiastically "yes!", with her cute brown bangs dancing from the movement.

Dragoness came up to Alex. He was in the sleeveless t-shirt and bikini as ordered by Dragoness. Despite the heater, however, he was still chilly and welcomed her warmth. Not to mention, the sight of that huge muscular amazon wearing only a black sleeveless t-shirt with nipples pushing out bumps in her t-shirt and nothing below, made him weak with intense arousal. Her light skinned arms, already huge, looked even bigger against that black sleeveless t-shirt.

He leaned on her and felt over her biceps. He squeezed and felt the firmness of all of her arms, breathing heavy.
Dragoness smiled, indulging him this pleasure. She asked softly, "You like those?"
Alex could only reply, with voice breathy and quivering, "Yes... Ooo, so strong..."
"Uh-huh, yes, they are", she replied softly. She then informed him, "Sweety, I gotta fuck one more time, but I'm wearing you out. Celeste is gonna fist me. You wanna watch? Some hot girl with girl action for ya! Some guys pay large amounts of money to see something like this!"
"Wow" Alex breathed, effected by Dragoness herself and the idea of what she was talking about, "She does that to you?"
"Yeah! And she's dam good!"

The sight of that big Dragoness slouching in an easy chair, bottomless, spreading those huge muscle-bound legs and allowing dainty Celeste in, began a "hardening" in Alex right there.

Dragoness raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head, and awaited Celeste's magic. Gigantic biceps bulged in Dragoness's arms as she tightened up with expectation.
As is often the case, Dragoness's labias were already slick with secretions. Celeste readied her eager fist and eased it in. Dragoness winced and moaned loud and long.
After allowing Dragoness's vagina to accept Celeste's fist, she began slow and deep thrusting. A lot of slurping noises issued forth and vaginal secretions dropped on the tissues Celeste placed on the chair just for that purpose.

"Look at this Alex!" Celeste said, calling Alex for a closer look. "Sit here anyway!" Celeste suggested, "Why are you sitting way over there? Anyway, look at this! I can ram my entire arm in her!"
"Whoa! Awesome!" Alex breathed. He was close enough to feel Dragoness's thighs which he did.
"Aren't they powerful?" Celeste commented, "They feel like a big bundle of steel cables!"
"Yeah..."

Dragoness was moaning and wrenching around, so Celeste began earnest thrusting. She reached up to twist and pinch one of Dragoness's giant nipples.
Alex commented, "Wow! Those things will wear a hole in her t-shirt!"
"She has more than one old t-shirt on which that has happened, or almost happened. Maybe she can wear them for you tomorrow", Celeste replied.

After two times on Alex's hip, Dragoness took a little longer for orgasm. But Dragoness thoroughly enjoyed the extended time with the eager little fist plunging deep inside her. Loud moaning and even screeching along with convulsing muscles announced Dragoness's powerful orgasm.

Celeste skillfully simmered Dragoness down. Huffing and moaning in pleasure of gratification, Dragoness allowed Celeste to ease her fist out.
Celeste wiped off her fist and around Dragoness's vagina, got on the floor on "all fours" and urged Alex, "If you'd plunge that deep in me now, I'll sure enjoy it!"
"What?" Alex asked, throbbing penis in the air by now.
"Don't play innocent, Alex! Fuck me!" Celeste demanded.

Well, okay! Alex straddled over Celeste and eased himself in. The height difference was just right. With Alex on all fours, his erected genital coming down from long legs, placed it right at Celeste's entrance. A good push plunged it in. Right away, vigorous humping began.

Dragoness raised from her chair saying, "Go at it, sweeties, I'll be right back!"

Several humps and a lot of moaning and grunting later, Dragoness returned. She kneeled behind Alex. A big muscular, smooth-skinned forearm pulled Alex away and out of Celeste. Celeste protested, "Get back here Alex!"
Alex begged, "But..."
"It's all right, he'll get right back to ya!" Dragoness said, "I'm capping him off!"

With Alex pulled up against Dragoness's bosom, Dragoness reached around Alex, partly hugging him and rolling on a condom over his part. She then set him free.
"Now fuck her brains out, Twink!" Dragoness demanded, "Drill her good!"

That bit of denial did it. When Alex plunged back in, ferocious humping ensued and both were wailing from pleasure in seconds.

Alex and Celeste continued humping several seconds, eking out every drop of pleasure.
After clean up, relieved, gratified and relaxed, all three finally went to bed and slept well. Dragoness took the outer side of the bed, Celeste in the middle, and Alex was on the side of the bed against the wall. They had pleasant dreams with Celeste having a weird dream.
In the middle of the early morning, she awoke from that dream, got up and jotted down notes. Shivering, she quickly returned to bed between her two adoring friends. Then for Celeste, it was pleasant dreams.

Not early risers, all three slept well into day time, giving the sun time to warm things up. It was nearly noon before they got up at all.
Dragoness wore back her blue-jeans. Celeste, who had slept naked, wore mini-skirt and black, long-sleeve t-shirt but no hose or beret. Alex, shivering, scrambled into his long pants and long-sleeved shirt. Still shivering, Dragoness let him wear a sweater of hers. Though it drooped on him, he felt warmer. The steep up hill hike was the first activity, in order to get to a functional kitchen. And by the way, Dragoness grabbed a hand full of condoms to take to Alex's bed-room-hut.

Celeste was eager to tell Alex or her dream. She invited Dragoness to listen too...
"To sum up, I saw the device!" Celeste simply announced.
"The zero point energy device?" Alex asked, wide eyed.
"Yes!" Celeste replied, "I saw two big copper pipes, about four feet long and five inches wide. Wires were welded onto them. The upper end of the pipes were just in the air, with the other ends being in some kind of glass box. Also inside the glass box were coils. There were batteries around it, and a couple, I believe they were, inverters. The one I saw seemed to be actually energizing the facility it was in, what ever and where ever that was. And, knowledge came to me, telepathically, that this indeed was a functional unit!"
"Wow!" Alex replied, "Were you able to see any details? Enough to build one?"
"Not exactly. I can only tell you we will need two copper pipes, a couple big copper coils, and a glass box. I believe the batteries and inverters were accessory to it. You already have lots of those!"

Dragoness had been silent. She blurted out, "Do ya think one of those could really power a tractor truck? I know you said something about that before, but, I'm just wondering..."
Alex replied, "I'm sure that, what ever kind of unit it is, a big enough one could energize a truck. How many horse power does a tractor truck usually have, anyway?"
Dragoness replied, "Unlike car engines, diesel engines are rated in actual brake horse power. They range from 350 to nearly 600 brake horse power. Mine is 420."
"Hmm" Alex scratched figures on a piece of scrap paper, "420 times about, oh, 950 watts... 399 thousand, well, 400 thousand watts. That's figuring for typical efficiency of electric motors. Theoretically, you should get one horse power out of 750 watts, but normally, you need 900 to 1000 watts for a 1 horse-power motor. So, about 400 KW. That's a chunk, yes, but easily within the capability of a zero-point energy device according to Doctor Greer."
"How big a device?" Dragoness asked, "could it fit under the cab of a tractor truck?"
"Indications are, it would be something like two large refrigerators side by side. Then of course you have the 400 horse-power electric motor... which is smaller than an equivalent diesel engine."
"Wow" Dragoness commented, "And you'd never need fuel? No recharge? No gasoline, diesel?"
"Nope! Nothing!" Alex replied.
"Double wow!" Dragoness exclaimed.

Further discussion on this ensued for well over an hour. The subject kept coming up throughout the day. It even pushed aside interest in sex... somewhat...

Interest in sex was indeed preserved, however, by the two ladies' daring dress habits. As it warmed, Celeste stripped to tank-top with nothing below. Dragoness stripped her blue-jeans and kept on the black sleeveless t-shirt. Later, she stripped that as well, leaving her nude. Try going all day with two ladies like that and see how long you can go without getting interested in sex! By the way, all day, Alex stayed in long sleeved shirt and long pants, much to Dragoness's and Celeste's protest.

Around four in the afternoon, Celeste became very sleepy, due to her sleeping habit from the night job. With Dragoness and Alex accompanying her, she hiked down to the trailer to sleep in Dragoness's bed. Leaving her warm and tucked in, with a surf-sounds CD on repeat play, and a walkie-talkie within reach, Dragoness and Alex hiked back up to his bed-room hut.

Dragoness had planned to hike around his property. She slipped on her black sleeveless t-shirt since the temperature was beginning to fall. She wore nothing below. She did so in the kitchen hut, since that is where she stripped it, earlier.

She stepped out and started down a path... then turned. She placed both hands in her crotch, rubbed and groaned. She headed for Alex's bed-room hut where he was working on a medical report. She barged in and huffed, "I gotta fuck, Twink! Take them clothes off!"
"Uh oh..." Alex sheepishly said. He stripped to his bikini. He felt chilly. He laid on his side on his bed.
"No no, not that way, Twink, but thanks! Do ya wanna fuck me for real? You know, with your cock? Ever fucked an amazon?"

Alex got up and leaned against Dragoness, feeling over her arms.
Chuckling, Dragoness said, "Here you go..." and she struck a classic muscle pose with her huge arms up flexing biceps.

"WHOA! GOOD GOSH a MIGHTY!" Alex breathed, impressed and aroused at once. Weakened with arousal, he clung to her big biceps, feeling over one, and kissing it.
"Hug and kiss the other one, Twink", Dragoness chuckled, "or she'll get jealous!" Alex felt over the other biceps, the triceps and under the arm. Alex laid kisses all around.
"Kiss my tits, Twink!" Dragoness ordered.
Alex kissed and sucked at her nipples, covered by black t-shirt material though they were.

"Mmmm! Dam! You're so fuckin' cute! Here sweety..."

Dragoness laid on her back on his bed. The bed squeaked, grated and grunted from the weight. She raised her huge muscular arms over her head, clasped her hands behind her head and spread her huge muscular legs. "Fuck me Twink! You on top! See how nice I am?"
"OOHHH!" Alex groaned as he climbed onto his bed and over a mountain of muscle woman.
"There you go, Twink, stick it in there..." then Dragoness remembered something, "No, wait, I forgot..."

She grabbed a condom from a bunch she brought earlier. She "suited" him up. She explained, "It makes you last longer, so I can enjoy longer!"

Dragoness laid back down and invited Alex back "in". "Okay, Twink, I want you to fuck me like you're trying to tear up my crotch! Give me everything you've got! Understand? I can take it!"
"Yes!..." Alex breathed heavily.

He entered and nearly fainted from the ecstasy. Dragoness groaned. She reached with her big hand, grabbed his hard little butt and pushed him in her further. "Fuck hard, Twink!" she insisted. He did so, and furiously.

Alex's face was just at Dragoness's bosom. Although she did not order it, he sucked at her nipples as he flailed away at her crotch. After a while, both wailed in ecstasy of orgasm.

After relaxing a bit, Alex cleaned up, including Dragoness's crotch, and laid back on her, pulling a sheet over himself, and thus as well, over her. Dragoness gently embraced him and kissed the top of his head. She softly said, "Good Twink!"
Warmed by the huge, furnace of an amazon, Alex fell asleep on her bosom. They both slept a while.

Later, Dragoness awoke to hike a bit. Now it was after five in the afternoon and would be getting dark soon, so she would not go far. Alex felt chilly upon leaving Dragoness's bosom. Dragoness still only wore the sleeveless t-shirt. Alex needed one more warming hug which she gladly gave.
Finally, taking a walkie talkie, she hiked a while and he went back to work on his report.

After hiking around for some time, Dragoness hiked down to her trailer. She called Alex on his walkie talkie that all is well and she will just be at her trailer a while. He acknowledged.

Dragoness let herself in. She had the key on a string around her neck. Still only dressed in that black sleeveless t-shirt, she carefully climbed upon her bed beside little Celeste, and laid down, on her side, relaxing. She gazed at sleeping Celeste, and her pretty little eyes closed so tight. Dragoness caressed Celeste gently. Eventually, Dragoness fell asleep.

Celeste woke up suddenly with a little scream, which startled Dragoness from her sleep.
"What's the matter, little Pixie? Bad dream?" Dragoness asked, then, chuckling, she added, "Did an evil faery get after you?"
"Very funny, big girl" Celeste answered, teasing. "I gotta write this down before I forget! Quick, where's a pen and paper?"

Dragoness got up, quaking the bed and rocking Celeste with it. Dragoness said, "I am not the literary type, and so don't have a lot of writing stuff around, but let me look, I believe there's something in here..."

Dragoness went into other rooms searching. In a minute, she came back with sticky notes and pen. Hurriedly, Celeste grabbed them and began writing...

"Wow!" Dragoness remarked, "What ever in heavens is it?"
"Something fantastic happened in my sleep. I did go out of body. And a being, that I can only describe as a faery, guided me! OH! So much! Okay, let me write down the basics before I forget, then go see Alex!"

"Wow, fantastic!" Dragoness commented, "So you did see a faery!"
Celeste replied, "Well, maybe or maybe not a faery, but some kind of spirit... Okay, let me write this down... and some sketches..."

Using several of those tiny sticky notes, Celeste wrote down the experiences of her dream/out-of-body.

It was nine in the evening and getting chilly. They dressed warmer to go to Alex's hut. Celeste wore another outfit of hose, mini-skirt and long-sleeve and tight fitting t-shirt. Dragoness added blue jeans to her black sleeveless t-shirt. So prepared, they headed out and up the drive way to Alex's bed-room hut.

They entered to blessed warmth. Alex was in long pants, long-sleeved shirt and a sweater.
"Ooo! Nice and warm, Alex!" Celeste commented, enjoying the heat, "How do you do it... on solar energy?"
"Well, I have to go easy..." Alex explained, "This unit that looks like an air-conditioner, is a reversible heat pump. For 900 watts, it heats as well a space-heater of over 2000 watts. After this day of strong, golden sunshine, my batteries got a good charge, so there's plenty, for a while."
"Will it run out?" Celeste asked.
"It could. I use as little as I can. I have to use some heat, or else my fingers get too cold to type these reports."
"What do you do if it really gets cold? And maybe cloudy?" Celeste asked.
I might have to go to propane back up. I have an engine powered generator that uses propane. Of course, that's a fossil fuel and it dumps out carbon dioxide. But at least, I have reduced such doin's with solar energy."
"Hmm... seems like a world of solar energy would ebb and flow with the sun..." Celeste commented.
"Well, people have been doing that for thousands of centuries, and it wouldn't be a bad thing to return to it." Alex replied, then added sarcastically, "But I can see the fat pigs of this society doing that!"

Dragoness and Celeste chuckled from that.

"Well..." Celeste began, about to announce her findings, "I do believe, I just might be on to something..."...

You readers probably came here looking for a sex-story having to do with amazons and muscle women in general, so, the spiritual and technical information Celeste recovered, will be summarized as much as possible...

Two silver pipes, or if that's too expensive, two copper pipes, 11.1 centimeters wide outside diameter, inside diameter not important, just make sure walls of pipes thick enough to withstand heavy electrical current, separated with a form-fitting separator made of quartz, holding the pipes precisely 22.2 centimeters apart from the inner sides. Pipes can be as long as can be accommodated. The longer, the greater the current capacity. One meter long will give good results with heavy current ability... Two coils, preferably silver but copper okay, each one's end welded to the pipe... coils parallel to each other. Outside diameter of coils to be 11.1 centimeters, 22.2 centimeters long. Seven turns each. Other end of coils connect to input current. Closest sides of coils to be 22.2 centimeters apart... Whole thing in glass container with as much air removed as possible and, of course, sealed. Dimensions of glass container not important although sufficient space to accommodate the coils must be provided.
Weld heavy wires to the outer sides of the pipes. These are output wires. Expect 3.26 volts, non-alternating, with current limited only by the length of the pipes, wall-thickness of the pipes and thickness of the output wires.
Unit shall be "started" and maintained by applying 77.7 volts, non-alternating, to the input terminals. This voltage shall be maintained in order to keep the unit "on". Indeed, this may be the means to "turn off" the unit, simply by removing this voltage. In order to restart, a source of 77.7 volts must be available.

In addition...

"Now", Celeste began, with big wide blue eyes, "It becomes strange..."
"I thought it already strange", Alex quipped.
"In order for the device to work at all, love must be present!"

"WHAT?" chorused Alex and Dragoness together.

Celeste explained, "We are dealing with something, apparently, that is totally unlike anything we, collectively, have ever touched with our science or technology. The energy that the unit is providing, comes directly from the raw creative flux of The Creator, or if you want, God. The raw flux contains, or is, raw, unapplied, love..."
"Okay, okay, okay", Alex went, finding this hard to believe, "What is meant by 'love'? Is it like... what we've been doing? All this... fucking? That's not, technically speaking, love. Merely, relieving desires..."
"Okay, okay, Alex", Celeste interrupted, "If Dragoness and I were to suddenly leave, today, how would you feel?"

Alex went silent a few seconds. He then replied, "I'd feel... longing... I'd feel an emptiness, I would..."
Celeste interrupted Alex again with "Yes! There you go! So, you do love us! Sex is the 'starter motor' to the, uh, 'engine' if you will, of true love. Your hunger for sex has no love. If we left, after your spirit readjusted to not having us around, you would then just go back to quenching your sex drive with masturbation."
"Pixie!" Dragoness chided, gently.
Alex gulped hard.
"I mean no insult, it's just the way it is. I masturbated, before... And you have already admitted you masturbated, big girl..."
"Gosh, Pixie, tell it to the world!" Dragoness complained.
"Not to the world, just to us. We love each other here. We can be honest."
"Hmm" Dragoness muttered, "Yes, I guess you're right. And I see what you mean, yes... If you left me... Oh! If you left, my heart would break! Not just because I'd miss your dainty fist plunging up my cunt; but, as you say, I could just start masturbating again. But I would severely miss and long for, my precious Pixie..."

Apparently the very idea disturbed Dragoness. For the first time ever, for Celeste or Alex to see, tears came to the big amazon's eyes. Dragoness wolfed up Celeste in her big arms and bosom for a long, tight hug... to which, Celeste, as always, eagerly lapped up and absorbed.

From deep within Dragoness's ample bosom and big arms, a muffled little voice said, "Aw, big girl, it's just suppositioning for the purposes of putting forth theories. I would never leave you!"

Alex, apparently touched and aroused slightly by this scene, felt over Dragoness's huge arms as they embraced Celeste. The over-all thickness of Dragoness's arms were as big or bigger than Celeste's head. On top of that, her light-skinned arms contrasted with that black t-shirt in such a way that her arms appeared even bigger. The muscles hung hard and firm, and little Celeste was certainly safe within Dragoness's powerful arms.

Alex leaned on Dragoness, felt over her arm and kissed it several times, while Dragoness absorbed Celeste into her bosom. Suddenly, that big arm moved away from Alex, went around him, and pulled him in tightly into Dragoness's bosom, right next to Celeste.

"Wow" Alex muttered, surprised but delighted.
"Welcome to the inner sanctum, my brother" Celeste giggled.
"Cozy in here, isn't it?" Alex commented.
Celeste replied, "Yes! Mmm! Cozy indeed..."
"MMM! MMM!" Dragoness uttered, "My little... family... I love both of you!"

The squeeze lasted several more seconds, perhaps over a minute. Finally, Dragoness released them... not that either one was eager to leave. Celeste tarried...

"Well, little Pixie" Dragoness said lovingly, stroking Celeste's head, "Don't you have to finish getting everything down before you forget?"
"Oh yes, yes!" Celeste agreed, finally quitting Dragoness's bosom.

"In fact" Celeste continued, "I also remember, that I was imparted a special memory linkage from where I was at, in the other diminsion; a link which will terminate upon the next time I sleep."
"Oh! Better hurry then!" Dragoness urged, "Because, although you might be good for staying up all night, Alex may be getting sleepy soon."
"Actually, you know what?" Celeste suggested, "If Alex would let me, I could use his computer, and its word processor, that scanner there, and image processing to get everything down. When ready, you two can just get some sleep."

"Yes" both Alex and Dragoness agreed.
"Alex" Celeste began, "Do you know how to set up passwords for users? You could set up a password for me, allow me to use the word-processor, image processor and scanner, and your other files would be kept secret..."
"Nah!" Alex interrupted, "There will be no need for that. You are welcome to peruse anything on my computer. All you'll find is just muscle women dot com stuff. Maybe some records of orders and such and interesting stuff I have downloaded from this and that site. It's a hodge podge on there!"
"I don't know, Alex", Dragoness joked, "To set that little rascal loose on your computer, may be asking for it!"
Alex chuckled, Celeste giggled.
Alex replied, "I'll take my chances! I'll release the computer to you now!"
"Don't you have a report to do?" Celeste asked.
"It can wait until tomorrow." Alex replied.
"How soon can you finish? Because, I want to jot some stuff down, make some sketches and kind of like, organize."
"It will take me another thirty minutes."
"That's fine! This is going to take an hour to out-line and organize... weird, indeed, there is a part of my mind that's still... over there... I feel just a bit... not here... Oh well, that's the effect, I guess."

After a few seconds, Alex asked, "Okay, now, where were we? ... Oh yes, this business of it not working unless there is love... Now, how can that be? Just what happens?"

"As I understood it", Celeste began, "If someone builds this device and uses it to benefit anyone or anything, it will work. Like, if someone builds it and powers his home with it, then he and his family will benefit. If someone builds it for the Earth, so that less oil is pulled from the ground and less carbon is dumped into the atmosphere, it will work. Even if all he does, is build it for himself... say someone who lives alone. That lone person builds it for himself so that he will not have to pay an electric bill, and he will have electricity so he can be comfortable, run television and radio so he can be informed, run refrigerator and stove so he can have food, runs the water pump so he can have water. That's benefitting one soul, himself though it may be. You see, the mistake a lot of people make, is that serving self is somehow... wrong. The Creator wants you healthy, comfortable and happy! That way, you can infuse that to others. Once released from the struggles of enough food, water, heat and uncleanliness and disease, a person's soul can expand, then, you have a catalyst for someone who can be beneficial to others. It is when someone takes from or reduces others for ones own benefit, that he runs into trouble. But sure, you can benefit yourself. In fact, here is a little test. You and another person are hungry. There is but one apple. What do you think The Creator would want you to do?"
"Give it to the other person?" Alex ventured.
"Yeah", Dragoness agreed, "At least, that's what most Christians would say..."
"But you give it to the other person, then he feels bad because he gets to eat while you, the offerer, goes hungry. He gains food, but looses a bit of... spirit... energy, or something. But, what The Creator would like best, is for you to split it in half, so that both of you get to eat, halved though it may be."
"Hmmm" Alex and Dragoness uttered in unison.

Celeste continued with surprising information...
"I was informed, kind of like, telepathically, that there are several hundreds of these devices in use or locked up, across this country and Canada alone. In almost all cases, the original builder got the plans psychically somehow, sort of like I'm doing. Many of these people know what will happen if they let their development get out. So they quietly use it for themselves and their families. Sometimes even, in a blackout, they may run extension cords to a neighbor, so they may have electricity..."
"Well then, want that show that they've got something going on?" Alex interrupted, asking.
"From what I get, the owner of the device will just say its coming from batteries, or maybe an underground generator set that they can't hear, or some such reasoning.
Now, those that have told big corporations about it, have had their 'invention' bought up, rights and all, and actually taken, plus an agreement never to speak of it again, for millions of dollars. This has happened many times. Now... and Alex, I know you listen to those people on Coast To Coast A.M., and the consensus is, the big corporations are buying up these things and hiding them, so that they can keep us addicted to oil. But, have you ever thought, why would they do that?"
"To keep us on oil" Alex replied.
"But drilling for oil is troublesome and expensive. And it's getting more and more expensive, as new oil finds are deeper, more remote, and of lower quality. Yet, here's a device, that with just a modicum of technology, could easily be set up to replace conventional power generating stations, yet, so far, that has not happened. Why?"
"They... don't want the technology getting out?"
"They could build a fake power plant complete with fake smoke coming out of the stacks while inside, running these things. Think of the profits! No longer would they have to drill for oil. No more big expenses! Only profit! Why haven't they done this?"
"Hmmm" Dragoness and Alex muttered.
"Because, there is no love!" Celeste declared.

"But... what if they... passed the savings on to the consumer?" Alex asked.
"That might work... if the intention to do that was there from the start and shared by others in the corporation. However, so far, that just has not happened.
So far, it has always been, to use some kind of crooked, strong-arm way to get the invention, maybe a huge lump sum to the inventor, but nothing after that, no royalties, no profit. And that, is taking from and reducing the original builder. The corporations horde it and just want to exploit with it. And what happens? It doesn't work! They scratch their heads, rebuild, test, and fail again. They go back to the inventor, who by this time is suspicious, to check if they missed something. Maybe the inventor has even forgotten how to build it again. So he can no longer even build another for himself, let alone, tell someone else how to build it. So the corporation struggles and struggles with it. Eventually, it is shelved for later experimentation and development... which never happens."
"Well I'll be jiggered" Alex commented, scratching his head.
"Wow! Huh!" Dragoness uttered, amazed, "To have that a goin' on about something like that, and all the time, all the thing needs, is love!"
Celeste replied, "The device itself, apparently, needs to be in a... field... an energy field of love... something like that."

Alex, who has been a technical person all his life, as he told Dragoness and Celeste before, just could not absorb such a thing. Once more, he asked, "Okay, okay, okay... okay... Now, you're telling me, that, after you build this thing... and let me tell you, it's going to take some doing! We're going to have to hire some kind of... shop... to mill these things according to the directions. And, there's a couple of real nasty sounding directions... What's this about a 'form-fitting piece of quartz'? And, the whole thing needs to be in a glass container with the air vacuumed out. Now that's gonna take some doing! I have no idea who can do that! That would require some kind of... scientific research lab service... or something... and then, after all that wrangling and carrying on, and probably a boucou amount of money, then, it won't work, unless there is love? I've never heard of such a thing!"
"Well, Alex", Celeste advised, "Never has such a manner of deriving energy straight from the creative flux of The Creator been done... well, except for those few hundred other times."
"But, what kind of love? I mean, like, love of a Mother to a Child? Love of a Child for a parent? Or..."
"Alex", Celeste gently chided, leaning on him and gazing at him with hypnotizing big blue eyes, "We already explained that to you. If you build it with the intention in your heart, of benefitting yourself, or benefitting a few others, even if it is just your own family, or even, benefitting Mother Earth; and let me tell you, she needs help! But anyway, if those goals are in your heart, the device will work!"
Alex, effected by Celeste, stammered, "Uh... but um, how... let's see..."

Dragoness laughed and said, "She does that to me too, Twink! Now Pixie, stop hypnotizing him. And Alex, look away, gather your thoughts, and speak..."
"Aw, you two" Celeste remarked, "What is it about my gaze and you all's being hypnotized?"
"Listen, little Pixie" Dragoness asserted, "You have a gaze, an energy beam or something, that comes out of your big blues into ours, that, if you wanted, you could control us with!"
"Oh, that's nonsense", Celeste asserted, leaning on Dragoness and... gazing into the big amazon's face.
"Oh yeah?" Dragoness argued, "See? She done it again!"
After which, Dragoness, on passionate impulse, wrapped her muscular arms around dainty Celeste, drew her into her bosom, and squeezed gently for several seconds. Celeste of course, enjoyed immensely. Celeste never resists a squeeze from Dragoness.

This gave time for Alex, to indeed, recover and gather his thoughts. He finally said, "Well... you see... we would be building it mostly as an experiment."
"That's true", came a muffled little voice out of Dragoness's bosom and big arms, "But upon building it, and if the experiment works, and it will!; Then you can use it! Then, what will you do with it?"
"I don't know, well, yes I do... well, if you all help me build it... and by that, I mean financially, because some of this stuff we need to do is expensive, then, we can like, share it..."
"If it works", Celeste explained, moving about in Dragoness's arms so that her voice will project better, "Then, we will confidently spend money to build more. You will keep one here. It is much better than solar energy, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yeah, especially on cold cloudy winter days, like those that precede a cold front in January or February! It gets windy, bitterly cold, there's no sun hardly... that's when I have to start up Deeno the Dino; that's what I call my propane generator engine, to stay warm."

Dragoness "released" Celeste, but Celeste tarried on her bosom a little longer as she replied, "Okay, there you go! You will be benefitting yourself, so you can stay warm and can cook. That makes The Creator happy, because you are the Creator's 'child', so to speak. And, you will avoid running Deeno the Dino; that's good for Mother Earth. That really makes The Creator happy. So, for that intention and application, it will work! And if we build a second or a third one, take them home with us and use it where we live, then, we'll be benefitting ourselves and again, helping Mother Earth. So, it will work for us. And, I; I live in an apartment; if we have a blackout that lasts for several hours... and we have 'em in mid-winter because of ice storms, then I can run extension cords to my neighbor. That kind of action super duper make The Creator happy! So, the three of us, we're set! Do you understand, Alex?"

Celeste finished with a steady gaze at Alex, and air-kissed him. Totally mesmerized, he robotically replied, "Yes... Yes I do..."

Celeste smiled, got off Dragoness's bosom, stepped over and leaned on Alex. She felt him over a bit and softly said, "Okay, then!". Celeste stood on her tiptoes and pecked a little kiss on his lips.

Leaving Alex to smolder, Celeste sat on his bed. Alex slowly sat at his computer, waited a few seconds while his head cleared, then asked, "Wait... are you all going to leave... oh yeah... You all are on vacation, right? I think you told me..."
Dragoness leaned over towards Alex, placed her hands on her knees and softly said, "Yes... we are on vacation and... we must go back, to continue our enslavement to our job-world masters..."
Dragoness stood back up.

"I'll miss you all", Alex lamented, "I'll miss you... greatly!"
"Why? You'll be with us!" Dragoness said.
Celeste looked up at Dragoness and nodded her head "yes". Her bangs bounced and her hair parted letting one of her pointed ears out.

It took a second or two for Alex to get what was just said. He was still effected by Celeste's antics, just before. He finally said, "How come... I'll be with you?"
"Oh! Easy! I'm taking you home with us!" Dragoness declared, "You're too special, too... just right for me... and Pixie... You fit in to Pixie and my relationship so well... I don't think any other man could do that! Your job, no problem! You can do that from my home as well as from here. We'll use this land for vacations and weekends!"

Alex smiled, shook his head and expressed happiness with reservations, saying, "Wow! That's... but... I can't just go..."
"Yes you can!" Dragoness declared, "These will make sure you do..." and she struck a magnificent, classic "muscle-pose" with her big burly arms up, flexing gigantic biceps.

"Oooo! Wow!" breathed Celeste, immensely impressed.
"Whoa! Good gosh a mighty!" exclaimed Alex, "I guess I'll not be defying those!"
"Not likely, Twink!" Dragoness agreed as she flexed some more, "I'll drag you kicking and screaming if I have to, but you're going home with us!"
"Wow..." Alex breathed, impressed to speechlessness by Dragoness's amazon physique.

Dragoness quit the pose and sat on Alex's bed next to Celeste. Celeste raised up as the mattress distorted and the bed squeaked and groaned from the weight.

"But... your truck has only two seats, how will..."
"It has a sleeper!" Dragoness replied, "You or Celeste can lay in there, while the other sits. You could also take turns."
"Wow, a sleeper cab!" Alex commented, "I've seen those. That'll be cool!"
"What will be even cooler", Celeste pointed out, "Is for both of us to lay in there, together!"
"Yes" Dragoness chuckled, "You can do that, little Pixie.".
"And fuck!" Celeste added.

Dragoness only shook her head, mussed Celeste's hair then gave her a squeeze.

"Fine with me!" Alex added.

Alex had to take a clearing breath and shake his head to clear his mind. Finally, he said, "Soooo... Are you... are we going to do it? Make a prototype zero-point energy device?"
"Yes, Alex, we will", Dragoness affirmed, "I have money saved, how about you? And you, Pixie?"
"Yes!" Celeste replied readily, "I'm a go!"
"Yeah, sure!" Alex added, "I was saving some for more solar panels or maybe wind generators, but, this seems important... even if it is just to try!"
"That's right, Alex", Celeste replied, "And, it will be better than any solar panels or wind generator."

"Okay... I'm a go, then!" Alex finally said after a few seconds.

"Okay then" Dragoness said while getting up. Alex's bed squeaked and grated with relief from that heavy weight. Celeste lowered back down as the mattress returned to its former shape. "I'm going to cook us some dinner" Dragoness said, "So Alex, finish your report, and Pixie, come with me..."
"Why?" Celeste asked softly.
"I wanna make sure you two work!" Dragoness explained, "You're too powerful for Alex, I can see that now. I have to pull you away so he can work. And you have something to do as well; your plans..."
"Aw! Okay, big girl", Celeste conceded, getting up, "But then, I'll just bother you!"
"Huh!" Dragoness grunted, "But I can handle you... somewhat... well, better than he can!"
"Okay...", Celeste replied, then asked, "But will the kitchen be cold?"
"Uh... you can... um..." Alex lost his train of thought, "What was I going to say?"
"You see!?" Dragoness pointed out, "He still hasn't recovered!"
"Uh, um.." Alex stammered, "Oh! yeah! There is a heater in the kitchen. It looks like an air conditioner, but it is a reversible heat pump. Set it on 'heat'. Also, the heat from just the cooking, in that tiny kitchen, will warm it up."
"Thank you, sweety" Celeste replied lovingly, "But will it use too much energy from the batteries?"
"Uh... um... there's enough, don't worry." Alex replied.
"Okay!" Celeste chirped.
Celeste stepped over to Alex who was now sitting and gave him a hug and another peck on his lips. With her face so close to his that he could not focus clearly, she stared at him with big blue eyes... And gave him another peck...

"Pixie!" Dragoness urged, "He'll never be able to get his report done, now!"
"Okay! Okay!" Celeste replied cheerfully, "I'm coming, big girl!"

Celeste left helpless Alex in a molten state, smoldering and steaming. She bounded off with Dragoness.

Outside on the way to the kitchen, Dragoness chided, "What are we gonna do with you? You little rascal!"
"Let him fuck me! That'll take care of that!"
"Normally, I'd say, go to it!" Dragoness replied, "But, if you do that, he'll sleep and sleep, delaying his report, and holding you up since you need his computer to get that stuff down. Now come with me to the kitchen, not to help me cook, or fist me... as much as I could use that now..."
Celeste giggled...
"But to write down your preliminary notes and to get organized, as you said earlier", Dragoness finished.
"Okay" Celeste agreed in a sweet little voice.

As they entered the kitchen hut, which was indeed chilly, Celeste said, "It's just that I'm horny... Alex's dick feels good in me, and he's so... shy... so sweet!"
Dragoness chuckled, "Aw, Pixie... you're sweet too!"

As Dragoness clanged pots and pans around preparing to cook, Celeste turned on the heat then seated herself at the tiny kitchen table with drawing pads, pen, pencil and eraser. She the asked, "You know, I can fist you, so, we got that part of it going, but, is there any way you could, you know... do me?"
"Oooo, my goodness, Pixie!" Dragoness chuckled, "I'll... have to think on that!"
Dragoness stepped over, leaned and kissed Celeste on top of her head. She mussed Celeste's hair then, saying, "You're just so super cute, I don't believe I can take it! Mmmm, Mmmm!"

"Okay, I'll get to work", Celeste said, "But my cunt aches!"
"Ooo! Mine always does!" Dragoness declared.

Dragoness prepared dinner while Celeste wrote down plans and drew diagrams. From time to time, Celeste became distracted, and would get up and cling to Dragoness's bosom. Each time, Dragoness accommodated for a bit, then urged Celeste to get back to her important task.

Dragoness paced her dinner preparation, to give time for Celeste, and probably, Alex at his computer, to get done. After some forty five minutes, dinner was done.

"Go call Alex, now." Dragoness told Celeste.
"Okay!" she chirped and was off.

Celeste walked briskly through the chill to Alex's bed room hut. Letting herself in, she asked, "Are you done with the report?"
"Almost" he replied, "I keep thinking about... you... and going with you all..."

Celeste stepped over to Alex, leaned and did that gaze; big blue eyes straight into his. With a sweet smile, she approached and pecked a kiss on his lips.

"Ohhh man..." Alex groaned, "I can't concentrate..."
Celeste giggled, twirled away and lighted on his bed. She cheerfully said, "I can't either! I wanna fuck! Can we do a quick fuck? My cunt aches and I just don't think I can record my stuff!"
"Oooo" Alex muttered.
"I'll take that as a yes. Now let's get all this stuff off ya! It's toasty warm in here, you don't need 'em!"

Celeste yanked off Alex's sweater then unbuttoned his shirt. She kept looking straight into his eyes. Celeste did not know why, but she was finding out more and more, that action controlled him.
Pulling at his hands, she coaxed Alex to his bed. She pulled off the shirt and started on his pants. "Gol-dang, this is a lot of cloth!" she complained.
"Well..." Alex muttered, but, he was helpless.

Upon removal of his pants, Celeste was pleased her wiles had the desired effect. A pounding erection had left the hem of his bikini way below. She pushed him onto his bed and on his back. She reached for Dragoness's pile of condoms and took care of that. She complained a bit about having to do it. She helped herself to Alex...

As Celeste straddled him, Alex asked, "Don't you... have to take off anything?"

Celeste still wore her black, long-sleeved t-shirt, mini skirt and hose.

"No!" Celeste answered with heavy breath, "Just push it in, you'll see..."

"MMMmmm!" Celeste moaned as Alex entered.
"Oooohhh!" Alex moaned in ecstasy, "So warm and soothing, oohhh! My cock was aching..."
"So was my cunt!" breathed Celeste as she began slow humping, "You see? You tore right through my hose!"
"Sorry" Alex groaned, his voice quivering.
"Mmmm, no need" Celeste assured, "This hose has an opening for this kind of... Mmmmm! Activity!"
"Wow" Alex could only huff out.

Celeste could not resist any more. She bore down with full power humping.
Within only a minute, orgasm roared through her forcing out high pitched screams of ecstasy. Alex groaned in ecstasy as well as he gushed, seconds later.

In blessed, gratified relief, the two settled down and quieted. Celeste lay atop Alex, his genital still in her. He passed off to sleep. Celeste felt warm, relieved, soooo relaxed...

Celeste felt a buzzing. She felt she was over her body... suddenly, a bang, snap, and then what sounded like a gun-shot all within a fraction of a second...
"DON'T FALL ASLEEP, PIXIE!" came a desperate warning from Dragoness who came to see what was taking so long.

"OH! OH MY!" Celeste exclaimed, startled to wakefulness.

"Do you still remember!?" Dragoness asked, panicky.

"I'm sorry" Alex said, in a groggy manner, having woke up from the noise.

Celeste rose off Alex and stuttered, "I... let's see... Oh! Yes! Yes! I still remember! Oh, big girl! Thank you for coming when you did! I was already headed out when you came in! Had I slipped to the other dimension, the link would have been terminated! Oh, how irresponsible of me. Don't blame Alex! I control him. I can make him do anything I want him to..."
"Don't worry little rascal!" Dragoness assured, "I don't blame him! I know you control him! You rascal little Pixie! What are we gonna do with you!?"

As Celeste got off the bed, Dragoness gently mussed up Celeste's shiny brown hair with her big hand. Celeste's hair merely fell back into place, smooth, shiny and pretty.

"I'm sorry! Big girl! Are you mad at me?" Celeste uttered in lamenting tones as she leaned on Dragoness's bosom.
To Celeste's great relief, Dragoness closed her big, muscular protective arms around Celeste, squeezing firm and long.
"No, sweet Pixie!" Dragoness assured, "I know you would have been mad at yourself had you lost contact. I can't be mad at you! Mmmm, mmmm! You feel so cute!"

As Dragoness embraced Celeste for several seconds into over a minute, Alex, trying to stay behind Dragoness's huge back, cleaned up and pulled his pants and shirt back on. He went around them, found his sweater and put it back on too. He stepped over to the heater and turned it off. He sat at his computer and waited.

At last Celeste looked into Dragoness's eyes and smile. Dragoness kissed Celeste's forehead and release her. As usual, Celeste tarried a bit before leaving Dragoness's warm bosom.

Celeste turned to Alex who was sitting there so quiet and said, "Mmmm! That felt great! Didn't it!?"
"Ohhh my!" Alex agreed, "It sure did!"
"Okay you two, supper!" Dragoness announced, "That's what I sent Celeste here to tell you!"

Celeste giggled, Alex chuckled. They left for the kitchen hut.

As it turned out, near-miss not considered, the sex set up Celeste just right. After supper, she was relaxed yet invigorated. She was ready for work.

They returned to Alex's bed room hut. Celeste complained of the cold. Alex complained of the hut's insulation, "Double pane windows, high-grade insulation, why does this place cool off so fast?"
Alex turned back on the heat.

Alex still had not completed the report. A little sprucing up was all that was needed. "I'll do it tomorrow. They need it by noon, it'll be okay."
"How do you get it to them?" Dragoness asked.
"I upload the file in Microsoft Word format to the hospital's web-site. It's not a public web site, it's one of those with a bunch of numbers, no domain name."
"Oh! I see!" Dragoness replied, impressed, "So, there's no commuting... you don't have to drive anywhere or mail anything?"
"Nope, all done from here!"
"Whew! That's nice", Dragoness replied, "Okay then Pixie, I guess the system is yours for the night."

Celeste organized her materials. Alex showed her the word processor and image processor and how to operate the scanner. Celeste was set.
"Come, Twink", Dragoness ordered, "Let's do the dishes."

As Alex and Dragoness rinsed and loaded dishes into the dishwasher, Alex kept gazing at Dragoness's muscular arms and abdominals on her tummy. Dragoness noticed this of course.

Smiling, Dragoness asked, "How come you like big, strong women?"
"I... don't know" he replied, "I... just don't know."
"So shy..." Dragoness noted, "Wow, that little Pixie, she knows what she wants and she goes for it! But you... well, come here, Twink, I know you want in here..."

Done with dishes and her hands washed and dried, Dragoness opened her big muscle-bound arms, inviting Alex to her bosom... which he responded with pleasure. Leaning on Dragoness's bosom, she closed her big arms around him. Alex closed his eyes, seemingly adrift in pleasure.

Just like Celeste, when Dragoness "releases", Alex tarries on her bosom. Finally, he got off, turned off the heat and the lights. They departed for his bed-room hut and Celeste.

Celeste was going well, making good progress. The room was toasty warm, too warm for Dragoness.

Celeste was wide awake. Dragoness and Alex were getting sleepy. They did their baths. Dragoness went first. Alex laid on his bed and relaxed.
"Feel nice and content, eh, Alex?" Celeste asked from her work.
"Yes, indeed" Alex replied.
"Uh-huh! That felt good, didn't it?"
"Oh man! It sure did!"
"Whenever you get that ache, just come to me! I'll take care of it!"
"Okay! So sweet! So very, very, sweet..." he mumbled, drifting off to sleep.

He had to be roused by Dragoness after she came back from her bath. Groggy, sleepy and shivering upon going outside, he went for his bath.

"I gotta bring a change of clothes up here", Dragoness said, "I had to put the ones I had been wearing back on to come here. Gosh, it's so hot in here! Are you the one that's got it set so high?"
Celeste replied from her work at the computer, "Alex apparently set it that high, then forgot. But there sure aren't any complaints from me! I like it!"
"I better set it lower..." Dragoness said as she looked over the buttons of the reversible heat-pump unit, "Or we'll run down his batteries. And now, we gotta wash clothes later. We sure are giving his solar energy system a run for its money."
"Perhaps, but this..." Celeste motioned to a diagram on the computer, "May put an end to that concern!"
"Yes, maybe, but don't be to sure" Dragoness cautioned, then said, "Whew, hot in here! I'm taking my clothes off!"
"Ooo! There you go big girl! I'd like to join you, but then, I'll have to turn up the heat again."

Dragoness stripped t-shirt and blue jeans leaving her nude. She laid on Alex's bed. As usual, his bed "complained" a lot.

Alex came back, in a fresh set of long-sleeved clothes and wrapped in towels, shivering.
"Wow!" he commented of big muscular Dragoness sprawled out on his bed nude, then went straight to the heat pump and turned up the heat.

"Oh! So you're the heat monger!" Dragoness commented, "What are ya, from Venus?"
"Brrr! That's a chilly walk from the bathroom to here! What are you? From the North Pole?"
"Not quite, though I was born in Idaho", Dragoness replied, "I like cold weather! I make my own heat, Twink. Say, why don't you come here and lay on me, I'll warm you up!"
"Well... okay..." Alex shyly replied.

Standing at the heat-pump unit put him at the foot of his bed. He had a view of Dragoness that displayed her awesome heavy duty "sex equipment", between two powerfully muscled legs that were up, and spread.
Alex simply climbed upon his bed from the foot-end, and put himself in the middle of those legs and laid upon her warm bosom. His neck was in between her breasts placing his head just over them. When he tried to lay, her breasts constricted his neck; he was having trouble getting comfortable but commented, "Wow, this is warm!"

Seeing he was having trouble though, Dragoness suggested, "Here Twink, lay on your back here, and let me get over you..."

Leaning on her elbow, Dragoness partially covered Alex with her body. One big leg was over his lower body, her bosom over his upper part. Her big arm embraced him.
"There", she said, "Between me and your mattress. Warm now?"
"Oh yes! Very!"

"Oh! Wow!" Celeste commented, seeing this, "I wish I was there! I wish I could sit on his bed, with you tight behind me like you do sometimes, with your legs spread... OH! That would be nice!"
"If I did that for you little Pixie, I'd get horny, and you'd have to fist me!" Dragoness advised, "Then you'd be horny, and, since I have no way to do you, I'd have to let Alex fuck you, and... we'd end up fucking all night, and you might slip into sleep!"
"Yeah, I guess so..." Celeste conceded, "This material is coming along well. As I type and draw, more details come in to me; it's as if I'm connected... well, I guess I am, that's the thing..."
"Yeah, better not mess with fucking until you get all that completely out..." Dragoness replied.

From underneath Dragoness's bosom, Alex ventured an idea, "You say you have no way to 'do' Celeste?"
"Yeah, Twink, I can't possibly fist her, look at it..."
Flexing her big biceps, which trapped Alex's eyes, she made a fist, and it was huge.
"Wow!" breathed Alex. He felt over her fist, then her biceps.

Recovering from his enthrallment, Alex said, "Let me see your thumb; you know, make an 'okay' sign; or like somebody hitch-hiking..."

Dragoness did so and asked, "Okay, so... what of it?"

Alex felt over it, then remarked, "It's as thick as an erected cock... I have a method, it's in one of my stories..."
"Uh oh!" Dragoness commented.
"Oh, I think I know what he's going to point out; I read those! But go ahead, Alex...", Celeste encouraged.

Alex described, "You have to sheath it; It's best to trim your thumb-nail close, but I know how you ladies like long nails..."
"Oh, I'm not into that really", Dragoness pointed out, "I just haven't cut them back in a while. Well, go on..."
Alex continued, "So, trim it back. Then maybe, wrap a little cloth or tissue paper around it. Then put on a sheer latex glove. With her in your lap, lubricate your thumb with her cunt juice; knowing her, she always has a good supply"

That produced a laugh out of Dragoness as she said, "That's for sure!"
Celeste giggled and replied, "Well, I'm a juicy, sweet girl!"

Alex continued with his unusual sex idea, possibly applicable only to a couple ladies with a considerable size difference between them...
Alex described, "So, you lubricate that thumb, and with her cradled in your lap... and, it's hard to describe, I actually have a drawing of it, but I can show you later; not now, we gotta get Celeste's idea out; but anyway... where was I... Oh! So, you cradle her in your lap, one of her legs down with the foot on the floor, and the other leg across your lap, and you work your thumb into her cunt..."
"Wow! Twink!" Dragoness interrupted, "Where in heavens did you... and you of all people, you who usually, is no more aggressive or noticeable than the typical wall-flower; where did you get such an idea?"
"You don't think it would work?" Alex asked, looking up to Dragoness's blond-hair-framed face as she looked down at him, "I admit, it's just a theory, but I'd kinda like to see someone try it... It's good only if the woman being... uh... thumbed, shall we say, is much smaller than the other..."
"Oh! I think it's a sweet idea!" Dragoness assured, "And yes, like you, I'm not sure if it would work; I would like a look at your, um, diagram", Dragoness chuckled, then continued, "but it does sound interesting!"
"I've seen that picture!" Celeste spoke up, "I think it would work! I'd love you to do that to me! Oooo! I'd love to lay in your lap like that while you do that to me! In fact, I think I can find that picture now! He's got a mock-up of his site right here..."
While Celeste worked the mouse, she continued, "And as to where he got the idea; well, if you read all that stuff he has about his past lives on another planet; I've shown you before; and all that stuff about the Beta... something, anyway, those two races that are found on that planet, well, that's where it comes from! Okay, let's see here, I almost got it..."

Celeste, moving the mouse quick and sure, soon brought up a browser and accessed an 'on disk' version of the site. Sure enough, after going through some links, she found the picture. It was in a comic series. Celeste had a criticism though...

"Eww! It's still all rough looking! Alex! When are you going to clean up some of these pictures? I think your site would be more popular if you'd put new stuff up more often, finish a couple of the comic series, and finish improving all your pictures!"
"Look", Alex explained, "I'd love nothing better, than to devote all my time to that site. But I have a monster after me that will eat me alive if I don't stay ahead of it; the monster is called 'making a living!' I hate it! I think it stinks, sucks, reeks and every other bad thing you can think of, but I have to deal with it! I'm already lucky as it is, to be able to work at home, enabling me to live in this wonderful wilderness location, and not have to bother with that nasty commuting business!"

Alex received solid agreement and even cheers from both ladies. Dragoness also noted, "That's the most animated I've ever seen you! Wow! You got the fire in the belly for that one, haven't you?"
"I sure have! I HATE making a living! It sucks cocks like they're going out of style. It robs me of my time and my creativity! But, I have to deal with it. And as I say, I'm already lucky, as it is. I live in a wonderful nature setting, and don't have to commute!"
"Hmmm!" Dragoness commented, "That is great! Congratulations, Twink! Fight the power!"
"Here here to that!" Celeste chimed in.

Dragoness took a look at the, yet "unpolished" picture of a small muscular lady being "thumbed" by a much larger one. "That's sweet!" Dragoness commented, "I'm gonna try it with my little Pixie!"
"OH!" Celeste squealed.
"I don't know if it will work", Dragoness pondered, "But I would sure like to try. It would be wonderful to entertain Pixie that way! Oh gads! When she fists me, it is so excruciating! My gosh!"
"Oooo! I'd almost like to try it now!" Celeste exclaimed.
"No, no, no" Dragoness gently insisted, "You better get back to getting that information out."
"Mmm! Okay!" Celeste agreed, perhaps a bit reluctantly at first, then willingly, as she remembered just how important this is.

"Okay", Dragoness began, "I think Alex and I will retire to the trailer... or... will you be afraid? Alone?"
Celeste replied, "Well, couldn't Alex sleep here?"
"Well..." Dragoness hesitated, "I kinda sort of wanted to fuck him! You already did! I haven't yet and I'm horny."
Celeste swung around in her chair suddenly, her pretty brown hair twirling with her, and offered, "Let me fist ya!"

Dragoness leaned over and kissed Celeste on the forehead and said, "Little Pixie! You've just got to get going on those materials! Too many distractions!"
"Oh, okay" Celeste conceded, "Go ahead. But he might be drained. I already did him..."
"She can use my hip!" Alex spoke up.

Celeste giggled and Dragoness chuckled.
Dragoness asked, "You don't think you have enough steam to gush in me?"
"Gee, I don't know..."
"I think you might!" Dragoness suggested.
"Okay big girl! Take him and have fun! But I wanna try that thumbing thing." Celeste said agreeably, then asked, "Are there any curtains that can be drawn?"
"We're out here in the middle of no where" Alex began, "But let's see..."

Alex found bed spreads and tacked them up as curtains.

"Okay, that's better! Thanks!" Celeste said.

Dragoness and Alex departed into the darkness... and cold.

Alex asked, "My goodness, Dragoness, aren't you cold?"
Naked Dragoness replied, "Heck no! I was roasting in there. This feels good! Of course, after a while, I would get chilly. But for the walk to the trailer, this is fine!"

They hiked down the steep drive-way to the access road, right, and to the trailer.

Letting themselves in, they found the trailer a bit airish. Normally, Alex would keep his long-sleeved clothing on. It was sufficiently warm for Dragoness.

"Take them off, Twink!" she ordered.
"Okay, but it's chilly!" Alex replied, as he stripped to his bikini.
"I'll let you lay on me, or partly under me like at your hut. I get ya warm!"

Indeed, nude, muscular Dragoness led him to her bed room and big bed. Getting on the bed was chilly at first, but as Dragoness promised, she laid, propped on her elbow, covering Alex with her leg, bosom and arm. Quickly, he felt warm.

The lamps came on with a dim glow, romantic in nature, due to a severe voltage drop over that 700 feet of telephone wire. But it was good enough, just right, in fact.

"Okay Twink", Dragoness softly offered, "Explore me, caress my muscles, do whatever you want..."
"Wow!" Alex breathed. "What does it feel like when I do this?" he asked as he gently pinched one of her big nipples and twisted it slightly.
"Oooohhh" Dragoness groaned breathy, "Now that will get you raped!"
"Good!" Alex softly replied.

He felt around this and that on her body. He kissed every part of her. As he warmed up, Dragoness laid on her back, accommodating him fully. All of her 270 pounds of powerful muscles seemed to be his to explore and play amongst. Dragoness seemed to enjoy the attentions.

After a while, Alex asked, "Do you like your back scratched?".
"Oh! Yes! Would ya do that?" Dragoness asked, interested.
"Turn over!" Alex requested.

Dragoness turned over and laid on her stomach. Alex began gentle scratching of her immense back and its rugged landscape of muscles.
"Ohh! Man, that's relaxing!" Dragoness breathed.

Perhaps too relaxing.
Alex genuinely enjoyed tending this mighty amazon. He enjoyed leaning on her body, and feeling its immense weight and strength. He enjoyed feeling her powerful back as he scratched it. And it felt good to him that he was giving her a pleasure other than just sex. Before long, she was snoring.

"Oops" Alex gently said, "Oh drat, I wanted to fuck. I know how to wake her up..."

Her legs were spread. He felt over her huge muscle-butt, and down between her huge legs. With his fingers he parted her labias. Gently, he caressed. Indeed, moisture appeared. Then it became profuse. It began to dribble and she began to groan.
"Oooohhhh" uttered Dragoness, a primal sound.
"Can I fuck you?" Alex simply, and gently asked.

Dragoness rolled over to her back and sleepily invited, "Get a rubber, role it on, and enter when ready. Enjoy yourself, Twink!"

Alex did so, and "dressed" himself this time. He climbed over her, got between her huge legs and crawled upon her huge, heaving bosom. And... eased it in...

"OOOooo man!" Alex groaned.
As he lay atop her, he positioned his hands so he could reach and caress her nipples.

Thanks to sex with Celeste earlier, he did not orgasm so fast, giving Dragoness plenty of time to become fully awake and aroused.
Finally, Dragoness exploded. She rolled Alex unto his back, straddled him, and began furious humping. In several seconds, they both blew up in orgasm.

After relaxing a bit, they cleaned up and really did retire.
Dragoness used only a thin sheet to cover them with. Alex snuggled tight against her for warmth, and slipped into blissful sleep.

Alex thought it was a dream; or, it was "incorporated" into a dream, but as he awoke, he realized Celeste was calling repeatedly over the walkie talkie. He startled awake, just about at the same time Dragoness startled awake.
"Oh my!" Dragoness exclaimed, speech slurred by grogginess, "My little Pixie!"

Alex was closer to night-stand that had the walkie talkie on it. He reached for it, groping around in the dark.

"Dammit! I can't find it!" Alex complained, "I thought the light was on!"

At last, feeling around, Alex found it. He answered, "Go ahead Pixie, er, I mean, Celeste! What's up?"
"Oh, you can call me Pixie! Well anyway, the power's out!"
"SHIT!" Alex grunted without transmitting it over the radio, then he replied, "Did the computer stay on long enough to save data?"
"Just barely!" Celeste replied over the radio, "And I don't even know how that happened. Anyway, I saved a big graphic I had been working on, and a Microsoft Word file. The graphic took several seconds. The word file saved almost instantly. Anyway, I closed all programs and was about to log off, when the computer itself went out. I'm in complete darkness!"
"Gad-dam shit-ass batteries!" Alex grumbled. He then replied over the radio, "Okay, okay, I'll take care of it! Just hold on. Maybe grope your way to my bed and relax a bit..."
"NO!" Dragoness exclaimed, "DON'T tell her THAT!"
"Oh yeah, that's right, what's a matter with me!" Alex transmitted and continued, "DON'T lay down. In fact, stand! But don't go anywhere or you'll stumble. I'll get power back but it'll take several minutes."
"Okay, okay you all!" Celeste replied giggling, "I heard Dragoness scream! Don't worry, I won't fall asleep. I will, as they say in the broadcast business, usually behind the scenes, stand by!"
"Okay then! I'll get started now!"
"What happened anyway, Alex?" Celeste asked, "How can the power company black us out now? I thought we were completely immune to that!"
"OH! It's the gad-dam batteries!" Alex grumbled, "It's just like with the electric car! Batteries fuck up everything. They're cantankerous, don't hold a charge, wear out, have limited capacity, and every other manner of head ache you can think of! I don't know why they can put men on the moon, but can't develop a half way descent battery!"
"OH!" Celeste replied knowingly, "So it's a failure of our system! Okay, okay, I see. Deeno the Dino time, right? Well, I'll let you get on it!"
"That's right! Well, I'm going now, and, I'll take this radio so you can call!"
"Okay!"

"Gad dammit shit to hell!" Alex grumbled loudly as he groped around.
"Wow, goodness, Twink!" Dragoness commented, chuckling, "You know your swears, don't ya?"
"AAHH!" he grunted angrily, "Batteries make me so shit-dam mad!"
"There's a flash-light in my night-stand drawer", Dragoness advised.

Alex groped around, felt the night-stand drawer knob, pulled and felt for the flash-light. He found it, turned it on, and it barely lit reddish.

"Dam! Batteries almost dead!" Dragoness commented, "And they were new!"
"AAHH!" Alex griped, "That's batteries for ya!"
"Uh, oh! Yep! That's right, batteries again!" Dragoness agreed.

Alex shivered. The first thing he had to do is get on his long-sleeved clothing. They were in the living room.

Dragoness slipped on one of her snug fitting black sleeveless t-shirts, of which, she has many of, and nothing else. She found a coat for Alex.

As they went out, Alex commented once again about her cold-hardiness, "Wow! Is that all you're going to wear?"
"Yeah, Twink! Cold titillates me, even makes me horny..."

Just out the door of the trailer, Dragoness pulled Alex into her bosom. She raised a huge muscular leg and wrapped his lower body with it, and rubbed her crotch on his side...
"OOooo!" Dragoness breathed, "I'd like to fuck on ya now! You feel so cuddly, all wrapped up! Mmmm!"
"Whoa! Good heavens!" Alex commented from deep within her bosom and arms, "You fucked just a few hours ago..."

Dragoness pulled him down a bit and between both legs which she spread, saying, "I'd fuck ten times a day if it weren't for other things to tend to! OH! You feel so cute!".
Holding his butt, she pushed him tight against her crotch. She then humped a few times, uttering primal sounds of pleasure.
"OOHHH!" she groaned "I wanna fuck bad! But I gotta let you do the generator or, whatever. Mmmm! Mmmmm!"
Dragoness humped a few more times then, with tremendous will power, released him. His pants on one side was soaked with vaginal secretions, making that side chilled.

"Oh! My goodness!" Alex commented, "Let's go up here, get the generator started, then you can rape me!"
"You got it, Twink!"

Briskly, they hiked up the steep drive-way to the huts. Fortunately, the stars and a setting moon shined bright enough to see by, because the flash-light went out.
"We'll stop by the kitchen hut where I've got a white-l.e.d. flash-light. I'll need it to start the engine. Brrr! It's cold!"
"Oh, my cute little Twink!" Dragoness said lovingly, "If it were up to me, you'd be in my arms right now! You would NOT be cold, I can assure you!"
"Ooo! I'd like that!" Alex agreed.

They made it to his kitchen hut. Leaving the door open so that at least some light would come in, Alex found the flash-light, knowing where it was.
Turning it on, it shined a brilliant, perfectly white beam.
"Wow!" Dragoness commented, "I gotta get one of those!"
"Yes! They're more expensive, but they're worth every penny!"

Alex led Dragoness to behind the huts to a shed. Opening the door and shining the flashlight in there, a modified ten-horse-power generator was seen.
"It's been modified to run on propane", Alex informed.
"So this is Deeno the Dino", Dragoness affirmed.
"Yep!"

Alex set this and that, and began pulling on the starter rope. After a number of tries, the engine wasn't quite starting, although it sounded like it was about to.
"Let me, Twink!" Dragoness offered.
Alex stood aside, saying, "It's hard to start because its cold".

The big muscles and longer, bigger arms of Dragoness went to work on it. A powerful pull of the starter rope spun the engine almost as if it were on, and, sure enough, with some sputtering and hesitation, it turned over and began running.

"Wow! That did it!"

Dragoness raised her huge arms as she took that classic "muscle-pose" demonstrating once again to Alex, the absolute immensity of her brutally strong arms. The ceiling of the shed was a bit low, so six-feet-seven Dragoness could not hold her arms as high as usual, but the effect was still great. On top of that, the flash-light's clear white light enhanced the appearance of her muscles, making for an even more impressive display. With only a sleeveless black t-shirt on, her huge biceps jutted into the cold, abs bristled, and huge legs flexed their heavy duty muscles. She also thrust her pelvis a bit. Wetness was clearly visible at her crotch.
Dragoness declared, "Whenever you have something to do that needs muscles, always call on me!"
"WOW! My GOODNESS! You're awesome!" Alex profusely commented, "I will keep that in mind! In fact, I got some stuff I need doing, where I could use some muscle..."
"Okay then, Twink! I'm your gal! But I'm gonna have to fuck, first!"
"Okay, okay, let me rev it up to speed and engage the generator, then I'll be done..."

Alex worked some controls and the engine sped up to a regulated speed. He engaged the generator and it sounded like the engine was pulling a heavy load up a hill. It almost stalled, but got back up to regulated speed.

"Wow! Sounds like a truck grinding up hill!" Dragoness commented.
"Yes! It's charging the batteries which, for reasons only they know, are completely drained."

They exited the shed and Alex closed its door, which reduced greatly, the noise.

Dragoness again took a muscle pose, part stretching, part posing to impress Alex. "OOOHHHH! I gotta fuck! NOW! Take off your pants!"
"Here?" Alex asked, surprised, "Uh, okay". He submitted. He knew by now, the urgency of Dragoness's horny episodes. In the chilliness, he stripped his pants and took off the coat. He started to take off his shirt, but...
"Leave it on, Twink! I know you're chilly. I just wanted your pants off because they'll get wet from this. Not to mention, you feel so fucking sweet and cuddly in that shirt..."

Dragoness forced Alex into the chilly grass, straddled him, swallowed his lean hip with her vagina, and began powerful humping.

None other than Celeste showed up...
"My goodness, big girl! Raping him again, huh?"
"OOHHH! OOHHHH OOHHHH!!!" only came forth from Dragoness, her bare butt flying up and down, butt muscles rippling as they provided the driving force.

Screeching and screams from Dragoness echoed throughout the night time meadow and forest. As Dragoness simmered down, the echoes of her loud screams were still reverberating around the forest trees.
"Wow!" Celeste commented, "I wonder if that guy down there, you know, at that farm, can hear that?"
"Oh, oh! Man!" Dragoness huffed, relieved, "I don't know, all I know, this sweet Twink feels good under me! OOHHH!"

Celeste rubbed her arms of the chill.
"Run get me some tissues, little Pixie! That'll warm you up. The Twink is drenched!"

Celeste ran back to the hut and came back post haste with tissues. By then, Dragoness had humped out every bit of the relief of orgasm, and was ready to release Alex.

"My goodness" Alex commented, "We gotta feed this big girl a lot, don't we? And I don't just mean food!"
"Oh, you got that right", Celeste agreed as she helped wipe off Alex and Dragoness, "And she does take a lot of food, too!"
Dragoness stood up, took another muscle-pose, flexing huge biceps and said, "Yeah! Takes a lot to fuel these!"

"Okay" Alex began, "Let's hurry and get back to the hut. Cold makes this big gal crazy!"
"Yes" Celeste agreed, "I have been noticing that!"

"Wait" Alex said, "I gotta step over here and reset all the inverters. Once they under-volt, they have to be reset."
"Then why did the light come back on?" Celeste asked.
"I have almost all white-l.e.d. lights, and they run off the twelve-volt line. They run without inverters. The reason they went off, is when the voltage falls below eleven, they go out."
"Do they go out before the... what-what?" Celeste asked as she and Dragoness followed Alex to yet another shed where, apparently, the power center of the solar energy system was.
"Inverters. Yes, the l.e.d. lights go out suddenly below eleven volts. The inverters hang on to ten-and-a-half volts."
"Oh yes" Celeste replied, "I think I noticed the room lighting getting kind of dim or dark. But I was, like, 'in the zone', deep, and did not notice."
"Yeah, when the l.e.d.s go dim, that warns me, something is up. Then I save my work and turn off the computer and check it out."
"I'm just wondering, when the power went out, you know, the heater stopped, I noticed all the lights were off, the computer kept working, THANK GOODNESS! I had been working on that detailed diagram-graphic for hours! Had I lost that, I don't think I ever could have recovered it! I'm gettin' toward the end of my, sort of like, work day, and my alertness is going down. By the way, I'm almost finished! I need only a couple more hours."
"Whew!" Alex commented as he clicked a number of inverters to reset them, "It's a good thing I installed that local computer battery. It's not an uninterruptible-power-supply, they waste power when on solar energy. I have batteries at the computer's power supply level. I have nickel-hydride batteries at the five-volt output, and the positive and negative twelve volt outputs. Their current is limited, so they give you barely enough time to save all work and shut down the computer. And, did you say, you saved your work, but when you shut down the computer, it went out before it finished shutting down?"
"Yeah, the monitor went dark."
"Oh, just the monitor?"
"Yes..."
"Oh, it operates on a small twelve volt gel-cell which I may have forgotten to reconnect it's little solar panel... because I was using it to recharge my car's battery. Oh, okay, we'll take care of that. Come on..."
"Good grief, Twink", Dragoness spoke up, "Sounds like you have no end of battery problems..."
"I'm telling you" Alex declared forcefully, "Batteries are absolutely the weakest link, the most cantankerous, recalcitrant sons of bitches you will ever deal with in any alternative energy system."
"Well, Alex", Celeste said, "Wait 'till morning after I finish everything and even, print it all out like a small book; I think we really have something here. But, not a word to any government or corporation! Got it?"
"YES INDEED!" Alex affirmed strongly, "THAT'S for SURE. The government can rot in hell as far as I'm concerned!"

Alex's last statement received cheers and applause from both ladies.

At Alex's bedroom-hut, he put a charger on the LCD-monitor's battery, and restarted the computer. It had shut down completely and properly, only Celeste did not see it due to the monitor's battery going out just at that time. Celeste had saved all data, and all was well. The white-light l.e.d. lights were on and Alex turned back on the heat. Celeste went back to work.

With the propane generator whirring softly, muffled by it's shed, Alex and Dragoness hiked back down the hill to the trailer. Deep blue was forming to the east; sun-up was near.

Once in the trailer, first thing, Dragoness ordered Alex to strip down to his bikini. She peeled off her t-shirt in a decidedly showy manner, with a lot of muscle flexing, for Alex's benefit.
After climbing back in bed with Dragoness, she breathed heavy and felt him over for a while. Alex offered to scratch her back. She gladly accepted. And, that did the trick. Within minutes, the big amazon was asleep and Alex avoided another "rape". He snuggled tight against Dragoness and slipped off to sleep.

Once again, Alex confused an actual happening with a dream. He thought he was pinned under a tree. But he came to wakefulness, and realized, the tree part of it was a dream. But he was, in reality, pinned under something else heavy...
Dragoness had rolled him to his side and was humping away heavily at his hip. He stiffened up his lean muscles to take the crescendo of the pounding that comes up when this leviathan feels orgasm.

Primal ear-piercing screeches, screams and a violently quaking bed that was possibly even rocking the whole trailer, announced her powerful orgasm.
The humping over his hip continued for a while, getting slower and lighter as she eked out all of the orgasm. Huffing, she breathlessly said, "Gosh-dam! You feel good! Sweet Twink! Mmmmm!"

The orgasm over, Dragoness let herself down over Alex, keeping her vagina over his hip. Pressing Alex down into the mattress with her bosom, she gave him a high-suction kiss. And then several more kisses.

Finally, she got off and handed him tissues to wipe off excess "amazon nectar".
"Don't wipe it all off", Dragoness advised, "Let it absorb. Amazon nectar is good for you. It makes you healthy and resistant to disease!"
"I sort of actually believe that!" Alex commented, "I just wipe off the part that's dripping, that's all."
"Great!" Dragoness replied, then leaned over and kissed Alex heavily.

"Okay, sun's out and all", Dragoness reported, "Let's go see Pixie's progress! I'm going naked. How 'bout you?"
"I'm putting on my long sleeved stuff", Alex insisted, "It's too chilly for me until at least noon time."
"Oh... Okay", Dragoness conceded, "That's okay. You look cuddly in them anyway, like a teddy bear." Alex chuckled.
Dragoness asked, "Isn't that little Pixie something else?"
"She sure is!" Alex agreed.
"Do ya think there's really something special about her? I mean, you know, you listen to all those people on Coast To Coast A.M., you know about that stuff. You think she really is some kind of... faery? Why would she have those ears? And, how she was found in a forest at somebody's camp-site... And now this. Having gone to another dimension, and brought back for us, literally, a prize; a gift!"
"Yeah..." Alex breathed dreamily..."

Alex and Dragoness exited the trailer. At nine-thirty in the morning, it was very cool, just right to Alex in his long-sleeved clothing. In the golden sun-shine and under the cobalt-blue skies, totally nude Dragoness looked ravishing.
Alex had to comment, "You know, I don't know how you take the chill when naked, but man, you look great!"
"I love nudity, Twink!" Dragoness said as she paused and took on a "muscle-pose" with arms up flexing gigantic, heavy-duty biceps. And the scene was all the more impressive in the excellent lighting of the strong sun-shine.
"Wow!" uttered an impressed Alex.

They hiked up the steep up-hill to the huts. Alex heard the generator... "Let me turn off Deeno the Dino!"
"Okay" Dragoness replied, following him.

Alex revved it down and off. They proceeded on to Alex's bed-room hut.
"Good morning, covered up Alex and Naked Dragoness!" came a chipper greeting from Celeste. "Read it and weep... with joy!" she suggested, holding out a handsomely printed book.

"Sit on my lap, ya little Pixie!" Dragoness invited as she sat on Alex's bed. Happily, Celeste bound into Dragoness's lap and got cozy. Dragoness put her arm around Celeste and with that hand and the other, held Celeste's book. Alex sat beside them.

Every detail possible was given. Copyable diagrams were provided for what ever artisan they might need to help build this device. Celeste had even done some Internet research during the night and early morning to find a source that could make the form-fitting piece of quartz, mill the pipes and coils and seal them in a glass vacuum box. Her book even had Theory of Operation", although the wording and terminology completely boggled them, including the electronically inclined Celeste and Alex. The theory read like a mixture of a technical text, new-age spiritualist text and a smattering of Bible.

"This is really something!" commented Alex, "But the artisans, the companies we will get to make this stuff, want they think it's weird? Or wonder, what it is?"
"They don't have time to think of that", Dragoness said, "And as to telling them what it is, if they do ask; not a word! We'll tell them something else, but, not a word of what it really is."

They all agreed to that.

As Dragoness perused the book with Alex looking on, Celeste spoke up suddenly and asked, "Are ya gonna thumb me?"
Dragoness chuckled, "Little Pixie... Yes! I'll give it a shot!"
"I'll help you with the positioning!" Alex offered.
"And listen to him" Celeste advised, "It is information with it's origins on another planet where women of hugely different sizes often have relationships."
"Well", Dragoness conceded, "Okay, Twink!"

They hiked back down to the trailer where Dragoness had more comfortable chairs. Alex brought new, unused sheer latex gloves.
Upon arrival to the trailer, Dragoness started the propane heater as per Celeste's request, because she felt it cold in the trailer.

Then, they actually set up for it. Alex fetched a little tissue, and a nail-clipper after Dragoness told him where one was.

Dragoness not only trimmed back her thumb nail, but all her nails, while she was at it.
She wrapped her thumb, on her right hand, with a little tissue and put the glove on. "Now the cute part!" Dragoness commented as she motioned with open, muscular arms for Celeste to climb upon her lap. Dragoness settled in her easy chair and Celeste climbed on.

"Wait a minute, little Pixie", Dragoness advised, "Strip your hose and mini-skirt. You can keep on your t-shirt."
"Okay!" Celeste chirped as she jumped off, did the stripping, and climbed back on to Dragoness's lap.

Alex really did instruct Dragoness how to cradle Celeste comfortably for thumbing. Dragoness positioned her thumb, in a down position, at Celeste's eager little vagina.
Sure enough, no problem with lubrication, a couple touches around Celeste clitoris and the secretions came. Celeste winced her eyes, stretched and writhed with arousal.

Carefully, Dragoness applied pressure with her thumb, at Celeste's vagina. Indeed, in it went, almost with a slurp. Celeste moaned in ecstasy in earnest now.

"By gosh, Twink!" Dragoness commented, "It's working! I can actually bring my little Pixie pleasure!"
Alex advised, "Jam your thumb all the way up so that the base of your thumb or your hand bumps against her clit."
Dragoness did so and indeed, Celeste squirmed, stretched, quivered and moaned in ecstasy of building orgasm.

"I'll work her tits!" Alex offered as he reached over and lightly caressed Celeste's t-shirt covered nipples.

The process indeed worked. With Celeste cradled lovingly and sweetly by Dragoness, and her big thumb drilling away at Celeste's little hole, Celeste built to a heavy orgasm.
In a few enjoyable minutes of witnessing her build, Dragoness experienced Celeste exploding into a screaming, writhing orgasm, right in her lap.
Copious vaginal secretions came forth. Alex dabbed some and actually did anoint himself with it.

Dragoness saw that and commented, "Sprucing yourself up with some Pixie nectar, eh?"
"Yeah! Your nectar makes me stronger. Her nectar might increase my spiritual and magic powers."
Dragoness smiled in agreement.

Celeste calmed from her orgasm. She panted, huffed little breaths and finally commented, "That was so nice... Mmmm..."
"Aw, My sweet, cute, adorable Pixie!" Dragoness succumbed to extreme passion for her little friend.

Celeste had worked feverishly through the night. This thumb-initiated orgasm is what she needed to wind down.
Cradling her lovingly, Dragoness carried Celeste to her bed and laid her down. Dragoness covered her and laid beside her. Dragoness then just looked at Celeste lovingly. She gently stroked her hair. Soon, Celeste was asleep. Alex climbed on the bed too, behind Dragoness and against the wall.
Dragoness commented, "She looks like a little angel". Dragoness lowered herself over Celeste and gave her a gentle peck on her little pursed lips. Then she returned to gently stroking Celeste's hair.

Alex began rubbing, then gently scratching Dragoness's huge expanse of back.
"Oohhhh man o-mighty, that feels good!" Dragoness groaned in pleasure. "I wanna thank you, Twink. That was nice for me to be able to do that for her."
Alex leaned on Dragoness's back and declared, "Oh, I'll do anything for my Amazon Mistress!"
Dragoness chuckled, "Amazon Mistress! That's cute. I like it!"

Alex returned to scratching Dragoness's back.
"Ooohhh, that's feels so good..." Dragoness breathed.

Dragoness laid completely down, on her stomach, and let Alex scratch her back all he wanted, since he apparently enjoyed it.

Sure enough, it worked it's magic again, Dragoness fell asleep. Alex looked at the two slumbering beauties... "Oh well..." he muttered, and laid down, snuggling against Dragoness, for a nap himself.

Dragoness and Alex had their night's sleep, so before long, they woke up. Celeste however, was in deep sleep and would not stir for a while.

"Precious Pixie" Dragoness cooed, stroking her hair, "She hasn't had her big meal yet. She went to bed hungry".
"Can... may we wake her?" Alex ventured.
"Hmm" Dragoness considered, "Sweet thing... I hate to disturb her sleep... Tell you what, we'll go have a dinner ourselves, and just watch over her for if she wakes up later. This time of day is not specifically her time for going to bed, even according to her odd hours."

Dragoness and Alex quietly slipped off the bed so as to not disturb Celeste, and moved into the living room to continue talking...

"I think the good sex just put her to sleep. She might awake, later", Alex suggested.
"Okay. Yeah" Dragoness agreed, "Only problem is, we have to go to your kitchen hut way up there to make dinner. Then I can't watch over her. I wish I could set up more house keeping in this trailer. I know my way around, and, quite frankly, I like it better than your scattered huts. You Twink! Why did you build your home as a bunch of disconnected huts? That's a twink thing to do! Why are ya such a twink? Twink Alex!" Dragoness chuckled, teasing Alex as she grabbed him, mussed his hair, tickled him and felt over his body.

"Well" Alex tried to explain between tickles, "I never, ever, want to make a bank loan. A mortgage is like a 'Sword Of Dameclese' hanging over your head. So, I built my home, myself, as I could afford it. Gads! Houses are expensive! Even when you do everything you can to keep the expense down. That plus, I am ever trying to get more solar panels. Those things aren't cheap. The more you have, the more dependable system you have."

Dragoness thought a minute then suggested, "In most places, government, probably in cooperation with banks and home-builders, in a pact designed to corral people into having to build a, should we say, regulation house, and thus, force them into becoming slaves to the job world because of a mortgage, and in that manner, keep them working for the global elites, has set up many zoning laws and rules as to what kind of home you can put on property, that's supposed to be yours. But out here, you're lucky, you don't have that to contend with. So, have you ever considered a small mobile home? Or, something like this, a travel trailer?"
"Yes", Alex replied, "But they're too expensive. I'm trying to save for one. But my huts serve me well for now. But, you are more than welcome to permanently park this trailer on my land, and get better hook-ups to it. Or, if you can, buy that ten acres next to this land before some big-dog-raising shit-head does. Then you can put your trailer there. But I don't know how you will power it, unless you buy a bunch of solar panels."
"Wow! That must be the sixth, seventh or eighth time you have urged me to buy that land before a big-dog-owner does. Don't like them things, huh?"
"I absolutely despise them!" Alex growled, "I'd kill every one of them if I could!"
"Wow!" Dragoness commented, "Well, okay, okay. I'm not made of money, but thanks to avoiding excessive materialism and living conservatively and having fair paying jobs, I have managed to accumulate considerable savings. This trailer is paid for, by the way, I don't like mortgages either. I think I might be able to swing the land, if it is, as you say, only in the teens of thousands or low twenties. Remember though, we're going to be paying for that... uh... zero-what-what thingy that magic Pixie has derived from another dimension for us. And, if that works, that will be the way I power my trailer! Both here and at home! No more electric bills!"
"Maybe you should put out a couple fake solar-panels just to make people think your electricity is coming from solar. Or else, like, if you discontinue service from the power company, and neighbors know it, they'll wonder where you are getting power."
"Wow, Twink", Dragoness chuckled, "You think of everything! Well, I live on a wooded one-acre lot, so neighbors are at a distance and can't see my day to day activities. So I don't think that's a problem."

Alex thought a minute then expressed reservations, "If... that device works! I don't know about this; why don't other people have this?"
"Well Twink, we've already been over that. Those that derive this device psychically either, blab about it and have it practically stolen, or, the smart ones keep it to themselves, and use it quietly for themselves and possibly neighbors."
"Yeah..." replied Alex, pondering, "I guess so... I hope so! Maybe they put out fake solar panels too! Or maybe a few real ones just for the appearance."
"That could be!"

Dragoness pointed out one more thing about getting a trailer, "And, I just wanted to mention, you do not have to necessarily get a brand-new trailer. You can get a recently used one, or, pre-owned as they prefer to call it in the business, for half the money... or less."
"But used travel trailers always smell bad", Alex pointed out, "People don't take care of them and they become a mess and develop a smell you can't get rid of."
"Hmm. You told me you lived in Florida before this, right?"
"Yeah"
"Well, in my search for a travel trailer, I encountered that too. But, for one thing, you just have to look and look. Don't accept the first one you see. As a trucker, I had the advantage of perusing trailer possibilities in what ever part of the country I found myself in. One thing I noted, used trailers from the south are the smelliest. I think its because of the weather; a lot of heat and humidity, grows mold and mildew and, well, its just not nice. So, I guess, find used trailers from the north. The other trick is that, the best used trailers come from rich people. When you go to check a trailer from an ad, and you find yourself in a ritzy neighborhood, that's a good sign. Those people buy new ones every year almost, and they take good care of them. They are more expensive, but still way less than new. This trailer was owned by a rich person... or they looked rich; big, sprawling, two-story house, large lot, and in a gated communtity, you know, one of those kinds of places."
"Hmm", Alex replied, "Huh, that's good advice!"
"Yes, Twink! Just come to your... what was that you called... Oh! Come to your Amazon Mistress for advice! And keep in mind, especially come to me for anything requiring muscle! Save your cute, sexy little skinny back! So I can pound away at you when I fuck you! Refer all heavy lifting to me!"
"Okay, my Amazon Mistress!" Alex agreed, as he leaned into her bosom for a warm, tight squeeze from her powerful arms.

While in her warm bosom, Dragoness suggested, "Tell you what, Twink; and I'm sure you're going to like this suggestion; you stay here with Pixie, if she awakes, call me with the radio. I'm going by myself to your kitchen hut to make dinner."
"Okay", agreed Alex, "And yes, I do like being on the Cele... the 'Pixie watch'!"
"Okay then!" Dragoness replied, opening her huge arms releasing Alex, "I'll be going then."

Alex tarried on Dragoness's bosom a few seconds then finally got off. Dragoness, still buck nude as she has been all day, took off for the kitchen hut.

Celeste indeed woke up after a nap of considerable time.
Dragoness, Celeste and Alex went through another blissful day. Among the activities, one was to study more thoroughly, Celeste's "book". Celeste's sources of getting the work done on the zero-point-energy device were around their home town. They were anticipating long waits and a lot of carting back and forth before the device is completed. Dragoness and Celeste knew it would go way past their two weeks vacation time, thus the need to locate artiness close to their homes.

The next day, after a struggle to get Alex's 1964 Corvair started, they went to United Country Realty to begin buying the ten acres next to Alex's land. Over the next day or so, Dragoness managed to bargain it down to $21,000, of which, she paid the entire amount. Now between Alex and Dragoness, they had thirty continuous acres.

With Alex relieved that there would be no big-dog-owner buying the acreage next to his, they moved on to planning for getting the device built.

"Tomorrow, we start back home", Dragoness announced, "We will use the rest of our vacation time to get the process started. Then, what ever running around, picking up the device after one part of it is done and taking it to the next, will be done by Alex..."
"Wait", Alex interrupted, "I live here. How can I..."
"Did you forget Twink?" Dragoness reminded, "I'm taking you home with me. Since your job is via telephone and Internet, you can do it from my home as easily as you do it here!"
"Yes ma'am", Alex replied humbly, "I forgot, Mistress."
"OH! Man! I love that title!" Dragoness commented.
"What are ya, a dominatrix?" Celeste asked, kidding Dragoness, "Making him call you Mistress and stuff?"
"No. It was his idea! But a good idea is a good idea! I like it!"
"Ooo!" Celeste began, her big blue eyes flashing, "I can't wait to get Alex in the sleeper cab with me! Whoee! That'll be cool!"
"Can you handle that Pixie in that cramped up space, Twink?"
"I think I can! I... oh, wait...", Alex thought of something, "Won't I have to drive my car behind you all? To, you know, go to..."
"That piece of scrap-metal?" Dragoness asked, incredulous, "It won't make the trip. No, you ride with us. And bring your bicycle. Our home town is real good for bicycle use. It's one of the reasons I settled there. Now, for occasional times when you do have to use a vehicle, I will teach you how to drive my tractor, or maybe, get you a good used car. Working in a diesel service center, I come across several opportunities for, you might call them, insider deals, on used vehicles. I think it would be better than dragging that lost cause across a quarter of the continent."
Chuckling, Alex agreed, "Yes, Mistress!"
"OOHHH! Again I say, I love that title!" Dragoness asserted, "But just remember, you came up with it!"

In preparation for leaving his land, Alex had to shut down his solar energy system. He lamented such a waste of free power. Autumns and winters in West Virginia bring in weather systems that, although frightfully cold, produce abundant, clear golden sun-shine from cobalt-blue skies. Add to that, the cleared, south-facing slope that his solar panels are on, and the 1000-feet elevation, and you have a location that rates top-drawer-excellent for a solar energy installation.

Alex removed the jury-rigged power to the trailer.
The actual preparation of the trailer couldn't be easier. She backed in, so, Dragoness only had to drive forward out. The trailer was already hitched. They only had to secure small items in the trailer.

Alex dismounted ten of his 100-watt solar panels and stacked them in the trailer's living room. Dragoness did the carrying; as she had offered, "leave the heavy muscle work to me". She also lugged two 100-pound batteries to the trailer, and one big inverter. He just could not stand to see all that power go to waste. Of course, all his computer station, dictation players, medical transcriptionists books and other associated materials had to come too.

In their usual manner, Dragoness made no effort to get started early. Early is not the forte of any of the three. In fact, Dragoness likes night driving. So, it was noon before they started.

To start, Alex sat in the right seat and Celeste sat or laid in the sleeper cab. Dragoness guided the truck and trailer on out to the winding West Virginia road, on to a bigger road, on past Spencer, and back to Interstate 77. From there, they would go west on Interstate 64.

Their attire was, the trade-mark short-shorts and tank-top for Dragoness, even in chilly weather, and Celeste insisted on micro skirt and brief tank top. Colder weather as they went west, forced her into hose and long-sleeved t-shirt. Alex wore long sleeved clothes from the start.

Although there was no sex, an awful lot of kissing and caressing took place as Celeste indeed invited Alex to the sleeper-cab with her. From three in the afternoon to just about at sun-set, Celeste really did sleep. At that time, Alex climbed back into the right seat to sight-see. And he was fascinated with big Dragoness as truck driver. After dark, he was with Celeste in the sleeper cab.

Rest areas always proved interesting for Alex with two vivacious ladies, one small and bubbly, the other huge and impressive. But always, Celeste, and even Alex, stayed close to the powerful, protective Dragoness.

They actually arrived to Dragoness's rented one acre lot after midnight. Dragoness maneuvered the trailer back into its familiar spot and called it a night. They had a meal of canned food and went to bed. Hooking up the trailer would be done in the morning.

Taking their time, sleeping late, Dragoness accomplished hook ups to the trailer, the next day, and they were set. Dragoness was glad to have her familiar home back to full operation.

Alex was fascinated with this moving home, as was Celeste. They relaxed the rest of that day. They would begin the building of the zero-point-energy device on the morrow.

The business Celeste found in their area to build the parts of their experimental device were mere addresses, URLs and telephone numbers. Checks with Better Business Bureau cleared all of them as okay.

Dragoness and Celeste had about one more week of vacation. They had to hurry and get things going good before the job world would suck them back up into its vortex, along with their time and creativity.

The first place to go was the shop that would mill the copper pipes and coils, and weld the coils and heavy wires to the pipes and weld terminals to the wires. They would also weld the thin wires from the ends of the coils to terminals. Everything had to be welded because the directions called for "copper only" or "silver only". Also, the whole assembly was to be put in a permanently sealed, vacuumed glass box. Servicing would require breaking the glass box, a dangerous operation due to the vacuum. A similar danger exists for television picture-tubes. After service, a glass box would have to be rebuilt and revacuumed. That of course, is something to avoid.

Dragoness drove the tractor-truck, now without trailer, with Celeste sitting in the sleeper and Alex in the right seat, to their first "appointment"...
The shop, a metal works business, turned out to be not big at all, and was located in an "industrial park". As the three of them entered, they received the usual stares due to the big, impressive, amazon Dragoness. Dressed that day in short-shorts and a sleeveless black t-shirt due to chilly weather, her awesome, muscular physique was obvious. Celeste wore hose, mini-skirt and leather jacket. Alex was of course, in his long-sleeved clothes and a coat.

To begin the project, Celeste, perhaps the "Chief Engineer" in all this, accompanied by Dragoness and Alex, ended up actually meeting with the shop's Project Manager and owner of the business. They showed him diagrams, dimensions and specifications. They were expecting the manager to probably ask "what in the dickens is this?" or some such reaction. But the actual response of the Project Manager surprised them...
The Project Manager, Jerry Kuntz, said, "Hmmm! So, another one of these, again. I suppose, you too is not willing to tell me what this is for?"

Dragoness, Celeste and Alex all looked at each other, then back to him. Celeste replied, "It's... art! Copper's pretty, isn't it?"
Jerry replied, "As a metallurgist and someone who started a business working with metal, I could not agree with you more. Copper is one of the unusual metals with this beautiful reddish color. But, in the past twenty years of running this business, after taking it over from my Father, I have seen four other people, just like you, a small group of them, come here and specify the exact same thing. With one exception, one had us use silver. But other than that, is always the same thing. Eleven-point-one centimeters outside diameter for the pipes, 22.2 centimeters apart, and the rest of it, always the same. With one difference, the length of the pipes. One group asked for one meter. Another asked for four feet; English measurement for the length, but everything else was metric. The 'silver guy', as I like to call him, asked for seven meters long with very thick wall-thickness. Whoever he was, he had money, that's all I can say. He had to haul that away on a small flat-bed trailer. Another, like you, asked for two meters long. I'm just curious! What are these things? Do they actually do something? Do they have a function?"

After an uncomfortable silence, Celeste began, "Well, the art form that it is..."
Alex interrupted, "It's used in ceremony, as part of a... um... Indian religion! You know, Native Americans? They use crystals a lot in ceremony. That's why the copper, or silver if they can afford it, and the quartz."

Jerry shook his head indicating he did not buy that story. He replied, "I have spoken to Native Americans. They don't know of any ceremonies using this thing. Now, I suppose you will next need the quartz crystal made. For the past ten or more years, I have been referring folks, including people that come to me for this, to a crystal worker that happens to be Native American. But he doesn't tell me anything either. I get the feeling though, he's hiding something."

After another silence, Alex said, "Native American ceremonies differ greatly from region to region. You probably have never spoken to any Native Americans familiar with this... particular ceremony."

Jerry just look at them for an uncomfortable minute. Finally he shook his head indicating he still does not buy it, but said, "Okay then. I guess you all are not going to tell me either. I guess I'll go to my grave wondering what the dickens this thing is... or does. Okay, give me your plans, not that I really need them. I have on file, four other sets of plans from the past years that have the exact same dimensions. Now, let me give you the business card of that Native American guy that can do the crystal for you..."

Celeste pointed out the crystal-work business they found on the Internet. It was different from the one on the card. Jerry said, "Yes, I know those people, and, they're good; and closer. But, more expensive. This guy here does an excellent job on crystals. He's located kind of out in the boonies, but he'll do it good. He's done it for three other sets of people, and so, like me, he's probably familiar with it."
"Didn't you mean, four sets, before us?" Alex pointed out.
"I came to know this guy ten years ago", Jerry replied, "I had one group come to me with this kind of thing. At that time, I've never seen it before, it was just another project. I didn't know what it was, but, I'm not here to ask, just fill orders. That was twelve, oh, maybe, eleven years ago. And, that's another thing. You make five groups of people that have come to me with this. This has been happening kind of bunched together. The most recent group was six months ago. A group before that, little more than a year ago. The one before that, three years ago. See what I mean? If you graphed it, you would see one of these curving up things that you see, like with population growths, or something."
"Maybe that just indicates the spread of this ceremonial object", Alex ventured.
Jerry shook his head again, saying, "Tch, tch, tch. Man, I wish you could tell me what this is all about. Well, okay then, we'll have it done for you in two days."
"Two days", Dragoness echoed, "That's pretty fast!"
"Well, I've done it before. I even have left over copper pipe stock. I'll have to clean and shine them up for you, they've oxidized a bit since six months ago, but everything is all here. I just need to set up."
"All right then! Excellent!" Dragoness heartily said.

Once back in the truck, Alex asked, "Well, what do you think of that?"
"Seems like this trail is beginning to get trodden a bit", Celeste ventured, "It's still a long ways off from being an interstate highway, but, it definitely is, the beginnings of a trail."
"I sorta wished we could tell the poor guy what we are doing", Alex said.
"Hmm, better not", Dragoness advised gravely, "better not. Not until we know him a lot better."

Indeed, in two days, a couple hours less than that, actually, the copper pipes and coils and associated wires were done. They had already called the telephone number on the business card Jerry gave them. The one that answered the call sounded nice and sincere, and told them to come when ready.

On the morning of a Thursday, one of two or three last days of vacation, other than weekend, they got up, early even, to pick up the completed pipes and coils. Due to the chilliness of weather, Dragoness dressed... warm?... in blue-jeans and black sleeveless t-shirt of the usual short length. Some of her abs were visible at times, depending on her posture or what she was doing. Celeste reluctantly dressed in her trade-mark mini-skirt with hose and black short-sleeved t-shirt with leather jacket over it. To Alex's request, she also wore her black French beret. Alex definitely wore all long-sleeved clothes, jacket, and "hunter's cap".

They piled into the tractor truck, Celeste sitting in the sleeper, Alex at right seat and Dragoness driving, of course. They arrived to the industrial park and got out in biting, chilly wind to pick up the completed work. They paid Jerry and thanked him for the high quality and fast job.
As they brought them out, they noted that the pipes and coils were indeed pretty. They glistened bright orange-red in the golden sunshine under cobalt blue skies.
"The guy did a wham-bang job! It almost looks like art!", Dragoness commented as she carried the two pipes, one in each hand. Each pipe was nearly seven feet long and decidedly heavy due to being thick walled, and thus, requiring "Dragoness-muscle". Each pipe of course had the shiny orange-red coils attached, looking like a decorative flourish.
"It is art" Celeste insisted.

Dragoness had a special carrier just for these pipes prepared on her truck, at the back and attached to the sleeper cab. It was fully enclosed, and would protect them during transit.

They then drove to the place where the quartz crystal would be fitted. It was indeed remote. They drove west of their city for some distance on interstate 70, then turned north on some state road, then turned left on a dinky road, then right some ways on an even dinkier road. They were in an area of rolling hills, with prairie and farm land, interspaced with forest. Signs kept indicating distance to an Indian reservation.

Finally, they arrived to the shop. It sat by itself, other than a small house and travel trailer in the back. They could see solar panels back there, as pointed out quickly by both Alex and Celeste. There were accessory structures next to or attached to the back and sides of the shop. Other than that, there was nothing... except of course, nature, and very pretty nature at that.

They pulled into the shop's small, gray-gravel parking lot and got out to buzzing of cicada, and chirping of crickets and birds. Wind caressed tall grass and non-descript bushes and small trees. It smelled good, and fresh. The sky was cobalt blue with small wisps of clouds floating along.
It was warmer, due mostly to being later in the day. Celeste was able to take off her jacket. Alex insisted she keep on the beret. He wore not, his hunter's cap.

Dragoness commented, "I love West Virginia's hills, but, by gosh! This area ain't bad either!"

The shop turned out to be a new-age curio shop, that sold this and that herb, essential oils, sage, sweet grass, tobacco, black salt, sea salt, sulfur, all kinds of stones and crystals... in other words, enough raw materials to do natural magic. It was decidedly Indian as well. Buck skin outfits, moccasins, head-dresses, buffalo skulls or other skulls artfully decorated, dream-catchers, artfully decorated arrows, and drums; yes, plenty of drums, were just few of the things around. There were CDs and tapes of traditional and modern Indian-related music, such as Red Thunder.

"This place is well stocked with all kinds of stuff, but, how do people find it? It's in the middle of no-where", Celeste remarked.

A handsome fellow with black hair tied to a tail in back and dressed in a deep maroon long-sleeved "business"-shirt and blue jeans, greeted them. He was as tall as Alex but a little heavier in build. And no, he did not say "How". If anything, he sounded like a college professor. However, he did answer Celeste's question, having apparently, over-heard it, with "Those that have reason or need for our wares, are guided here by The Creator... and the Internet!"
They all enjoyed a good chuckle from that.

Alex then added, "And by word of mouth. Jerry, a Metallurgist, referred us to you."
"Ah yes, Jerry" he said, knowingly, "A good man! Sent you here for crystal work, right?"
"Yes" chirped Celeste cheerfully, "and a rather strange type of crystal at that. We need a chunk of quartz that will hold two copper pipes, each 11.1 centimeters in outside diameter..."
"Twenty-two-point-two centimeters apart. Right?"

A surprised Celeste replied, "Why yes. Have you done this before?"
"A few times for people from the out side, and a number of times for people or communities that I know..."
"Show him your diagrams, Celeste" Alex suggested.
"I'll have to run out and get them", Celeste replied, then asked, "So, you have made this form fitting piece of quartz before?"
"If you show me your diagram so I can confirm that it is what I think it is, I think we can help you."
"Wow", Celeste replied happily, "That would be great!"
"We also have the actual pipes ready and with us now", Alex added.
"Oh do you? That's even better. Let me follow you out there and take a look at this."

As they walked out, he introduced himself, "By the way, my name is Red Otter, and we; my Wife, Son and I, and some others that are in and out as needed, may be able to offer our experiences to, what I think you might have..."
"Okay, well, here it is..." Celeste replied.

Dragoness jumped onto the back of the truck, opened the carrier and brought out the two, seven-feet long, shining orange red pipes with coils attached.

"Ah Hah! That's it exactly! So you are one of the ones chosen by The Creator. Ah, I can relax now. But hurry, lets get them inside..."

Red Otter appeared to be scanning the skies. Dragoness, her big muscles flexing as she carried the pipes, jumped off the truck and carried them in.

Although Alex could handle the pipes, his hands don't quite go around the pipes as well as Dragoness's big hands do. He can pick them up all right, one at a time, but not as securely or easily as Dragoness. To Dragoness, they are light. She handles them surely, with good secure grip and easily. And she can handle both at once. It is not a good idea to let someone who can only marginally handle them with the inevitable accompanying chance of dropping them, or they swinging around and getting dinged up, or breaking off the coils. They were expensive to make. So, as she herself offered, what ever requires muscle, Dragoness is the gal.

Celeste wondered why Red Otter was in such a hurry to get them inside, and as he said so, scanned the skies.

Once inside, Red Otter showed them where to set the pipes for the moment. He said, "Let me bring out my Wife, for she is of great assistance in these kinds of projects... and for setting up the energy cloaks that you will need. Just a minute, please..." and he went to the back of the shop.

"Energy cloaks? What's that?" Dragoness asked.
"Off hand", Alex began, "I would say he is referring to some kind of energetic field of protection, but, protection against what? He said 'cloaking'..."

He came back accompanied by a lady with long smooth black hair, as tall as Alex and Red Otter himself, and between Alex and Red Otter in heaviness of build.
"This is Betty Silver Song" Red Otter introduced, "And I believe, she may already have a crystal for you."

Smiling, and with interest of genuine curiosity, she agreed, "Yes" and held it out for them to see. It indeed was solid quartz, with half-circle cut-outs for the pipes it was designed to fit. Silver Song noted the two pipes Dragoness brought in, and checked them over. With Dragoness's help, she positioned the pipes and coils as they would be in the actual glass box. The form-fitting quartz crystal separator was just right.

Silver Song stood up and suggested to Red Otter, "I feel we should show them our system, so they may trust us."
"Very well", Red Otter agreed, "But I must caution you, never inform any one from government or police about this instrumentation. There are other cautions and safe-guards you should take as well, we will discuss this in a few minutes. But first..."

With the attentions of Dragoness, Celeste and Alex at full muster, they followed Silver Song and Red Otter outside and to a shed of wood construction. The shed was be-decked with crystals, stones and other, what appeared to be, ornaments.

"Do not step too close", Red Otter cautioned, "The unit is actually operating..."

The shed was opened, and what they saw inside, will be imprinted on their minds for ever. There it indeed, was, a functioning unit. Two copper pipes, each about six or seven feet long, extending from a glass box that was frosted over, sat toward the back of the shed but distanced from the walls. In fact, it was in a cleared out area.

Frost was on the thick wires that led from the out-put terminals of the device to what appeared to be, a very large inverter that looked home-made. Heavy wires led from it to a bank of five deep-cycle 12-volt batteries connected in parallel. From there, three big inverters ran, with 120 volt, alternating current going out to their various buildings, the trailer, a small house and the shop and it's attached accessory buildings. All of the inverters were separated from the basic device by some distance. In fact, great care seemed to have been taken in making sure the device was by itself in a clearing, with even some distance between it and the walls of the shed. The inside of the shed was freezing cold, much colder than the mild, possibly low sixties, of outside.

"Why does it frost up like that?" Alex asked.

Silver Song replied, "The unit draws energy straight from the creative force and love of the Creator, that fills all the inter-atomic space of all matter, including our bodies. As it does so, it causes an energy depletion in the atoms near where it is functioning. It also effects gravity. Note the dream catchers..."
Silver Song pointed out dream catchers that were hanging at an angle. There was no wind, and they were hung normally and centered. But they were hanging like they were on a hill. Actually, as there was three dream catchers in there in different locations, they seemed to be "pointing" at the zero-point-energy unit. And..."
"Maybe that explains why I feel funny" Alex said, "I feel like I'm on a hill."
"The organ of balance in your inner ear is picking up slanted gravity", Red Otter explained, "That makes your physical brain report, 'hey, we're on a hill!' But your spirit knows better. That's why the strange feeling of confusion."
"And you see why you should not approach the unit when it is running, especially if it is under a heavy load", Silver Song added, "If you came too close, it would absorb the heat out of your flesh, making you feel very cold and giving you a bad ache from the bone. Closer still, and parts of your flesh, even deep inside, would freeze."
"By removing all but a light test load, a small bulb perhaps, the chilling effect will discontinue. That enables you to get close enough for testing or setting up", Red Otter explained.

Alex further asked, "Now, those are inverters, I know that. I use that brand too with my solar energy system. But what's that one?"
"It is also, a sort of inverter... it is an upverter, or perhaps, just a charger for the batteries", Red Otter explained, "We designed and built it ourselves. It takes the 3.26 volts from the unit and pulse charges the battery bank with it. This box here, between the upverter and battery bank, is merely an R.F. filter to block radio frequency interference. The upverter is a very high current device. It handles up to 20,000 watts at times, all at either 3.26 volts or at twelve volts. You're talking around 8000 amperes on the 3.26-volt-side. After that point, the system becomes conventional... Now, I heard you say something about your solar energy system. Well, these are standard solar energy components. The high-capacity, deep-cycle batteries and inverters are typical for a big system."
"Hmm, that is a bit of a crick in the energy usage line, so to speak", Alex said, "That type of inverter is no where to be found."
"Are you familiar with electronics?" Red Otter asked Alex.
"Yes. I used to be a two-way-radio technician, and I have a current First Class FCC license. Celeste here is currently a broadcast technologist, so she is even more up to date than me."
Celeste enthusiastically nodded her head "yes", while smiling pretty.

"Uh-huh! Then perhaps the two of you could build one yourselves. We have schematics, plans and parts. Anyway, I will assume that you are familiar with relationships between voltage, current, power and so on. There is another solution to the voltage issue, but it will, of course, cost more. But, it is all worth it."
Red Otter went on to explain, "Build four units, each one with antenna; that's what the pipes are; that are not as long. Two feet suffices. That cuts down on current capacity, but current capacity on these things is tremendous, any way. Then, connect the four in series for just over thirteen volts. Feed that directly to the batteries, just one deep cycle will do, or, forget about deep cycle, an ordinary automobile 12-volt battery will do. The output voltage from these devices is remarkably tight, until you get near maximum current. And, if you use solar energy, I am sure I don't have to tell you, thirteen volts is fine. In fact, on a sunny day, towards mid-afternoon, if the load is not that great, the typical solar energy system will be around 13.5 volts."
"If near maximum current, the voltage goes down, right? Not up or some other strange thing", Alex asked, "You know, since we're dealing with something that, quite frankly, I have never seen before..."
"Yes, I understand", Red Otter replied, "Anyway, no, it does not go up. It begins to sag. But at that point, the output cables may as much as be glowing red!"
"That powerful! Does the voltage ever go over 3.26?"
"Never", Red Otter confirmed, "Even if you remove a heavy load suddenly, you don't even get a spike. I have tested it so, with an oscilloscope even, and there is never a case where the voltage goes over 3.26. Actually, accurate measuring indicates 3-point-2... 595... 3, if memory serves me correctly, and so on, but, for practical purposes, it is 3.26 volts."
"What makes it 3.26 volts? Any way to change it?"
"For each unit, no. And only The Creator knows why it ends up at 3.26 volts", Red Otter replied, chuckling.
Alex chuckled as well.

Alex continued his barrage of questions... "This device works equally well during daylight, night, cold, hot, wind and still. Why do you need a battery?"

Red Otter asked to see Celeste's book. He thumbed through it...
"By the way, how did you come up with your particular device? And, this book is great! I don't think I've ever seen this zero-point-energy unit published in such an orderly, concise, and thorough manner."
Dragoness, with great gladness that was apparent, said, "Our little magic Pixie derived the book psychically, through dreams!"
Celeste leaned on Dragoness but not to the affectionate level she usually does due to being in the presence of others and said, "Aw, big girl!"

"Psychically" echoed Red Otter, "Yes! I've heard of this often. It's the way our Shaman retrieved this information. I must caution you though, never, never, under any circumstances let this out. In fact... Have you got this on a computer?"
"Yes!" Celeste chirped, cheerfully. Celeste had to look up to everyone in that space. She was the shortest one.

"Uh-huh", Red Otter explained, "Well, never use that computer on the Internet. Take its modem out! Use another computer for the Internet."
"Good heavens!" Alex commented, "Is it that serious? This is the second or third time you have warned us about something."
"There are those forces, outside of any recognized government, that would have any and all technology, energy and control all to themselves. They will do anything to stop us, the so-called 'common person', from having anything. My Wife and I, every evening without fail, do a ritual to cloak this residence in an energy field of camoflauge; literally borrowing from and shifting from the meadows around us, duplicated energy fields. We will show you how to do the same..."
"When we drove up", Alex interrupted, "We saw no signs what so ever that there is a zero-point-energy device here..."
"And that is by design!" Red Otter explained, "But, it must go beyond visual cloaking. You must cloak the unique energy vortex that forms when these devices are in operation. This is where most people get into trouble. Sooner or later, they find themselves in trouble with IRS, layed off or fired, mysteriously sick, and every other kind of nuisance you can think of. To make long stories short for all of these cases, the users of the device see their world slowly unravel, until some strangers in suits come and set everything right... at the cost of their zero-point-energy device. Only those that employ energetic cloaking, still have their units, and their lives."
"OOooo!" all three, Dragoness, Alex and Celeste said in unison.

"But... but..." Alex stammered, due to impatience in wording his questions, "But... HOW do they find them!?"
"We are dealing with people, in some cases, creatures, that you just have no idea of their capabilities. Secrets, held for thousands of years from the first humans on this planet; Since Atlantis and even beyond! Secrets kept traditionally by the elite of various old and ancient tribes, Celtics, Masons, Holy Roman Church, Mayan Shamans, the elite Shamanic class of several Indian First Nations of this country, Canada, and all up and down the western hemisphere, and many, many others. These secrets involve healing, shape shifting, going out of body, remote viewing, remote influencing, spirit time-travel, free energy and some you can not even conceive of. Anyway, it is not beyond these types to be able to detect your very thoughts. Thoughts are things that become a permanent record of the Universe. Since The Creator has granted all beings free-will, some dark beings can use this information to your disadvantage. As long as you stay in line, nothing happens. You do not even have an inkling these forces exist. But as soon as you do something unusual, especially if it can significantly help yourself or others escape the bondage that the elite have gradually put us under, little by little over the thousands of years, then, well... You can expect trouble... unless you take preventative measures. We will show you a simple method you can employ to cloak your unit energetically. Plus, there are several other physical methods to employ to keep your device undiscovered by the wrong creatures. Anyway, to answer your question... sorry about the long sermon... As I think I mentioned, the zero-point-energy device creates a unique, tell-tale vortex. It is unmistakable to those who know how to look for energy systems. That is why, it must be cloaked!"

This was not only food for thought for Dragoness, Celeste and Alex, it was an eight course meal with sumptuous dessert.

After a silence, Red Otter spoke up again, starting with an apology, "Oh! I'm sorry! I got off on that sermon about the precautions you must take. That is VERY important! But, to answer your question of why the battery... Well, for system with one device and the upverter, which recharges via a series of powerful pulses; the need for a big battery bank to take and store the pulses is obvious. Now, one thing you do not have to worry about, is a bank of batteries large enough to make it through nights or a string of cloudy days. Since the unit puts out power continuously, day or night, sunny or cloudy, that, at least, is one thing you do not have to worry about. You just need a really big bank of them to absorb the powerful pulses that the upverter or charger puts out. Now, if you connect four units in series, you only need one good automobile cranking battery. It's needed to restart the unit. The reason I was looking through your book here... Oh, here it is... 77.7 volts to the input terminals... Yes, that's what I thought. It's always that. That is another mystery only The Creator knows. It must be precisely regulated. Seventy six volts or below, or 78.5 volts or above, will not work! Don't ask me why! The 77.7 volts must be applied to activate the process. It's very good though. Since it is dangerous to approach an operating unit when under a load, a switch on the 77.7 volt line is excellent to turn the unit off from a distance, so it can be approached. Simply reapplying the 77.7 volts turns it on again. However, if you don't have a battery, when you turn the unit off, where are you going to get the 77.7 volts? Thus, the need for at least, a small battery. It absorbs transients of various kinds that the inverters put on the 12-volt line while operating, anyway. It acts as... an absorber... a sort of, pin cushion, or just, a cushion."
Red Otter chuckled from all this, but added one more time, "However, take my warnings about always cloaking the unit, seriously."

"How much current does that input draw from the 77.7 volts?" Alex asked.
"Oh yes, I forgot about that", Red Otter replied, "Be prepared to make sure your 77.7 volt regulator can handle everything from no current at all, to, in rare cases, as much as 20 amperes when the unit is under a heavy load... and I mean a really heavy load, like 20,000 to 30,000 watts. Now, 77.7 volts at 20 amperes is something like, over 1500 watts, so be prepared to make a beefy regulator. If you plan to load your unit heavily, it will take a 2000 watt inverter just to handle the 77.7 volt regulator. There definitely seems to be a relationship between how much power goes in and how much comes out, but it seems to be changeable. I have measured it carefully many times. It always changes. It seems to hit around a ratio of, from 1-to-14, to 1-to-20. I don't know what causes the variance."
"Hmm!" Alex commented, "I was wondering about that. Thank you."

As they walked from the shed back to the shop, Red Otter had more warnings...
"There are other reasons to refrain from making four zero-point energy devices, unless you kind find a trusted artisan of the antenna and coils. Too often ordering these parts, will raise suspicion, or at least, curiosity, in what you are making. If unchecked, it could lead to visits from... certain individuals... They know what to look for. Now, I know you might think I am advertising, but I am as sincere as I possibly can be... Find a trusted artisan for your antenna and coils, in this case, us. On the reservation, our young people are running a mill that can make well crafted antenna and coils. We have made a number of zero-point-energy devices for our and other reservations, in many cases, making four at a time, to, you know, connect them in series, as we discussed. They can make antenna and coils for you too, should you wish to make more of these... and you probably will."

In Dragoness's usual manner, her questions are direct and cut to basics. She asked, "Can one of these power a truck? I mean, a tractor truck? An 18-wheeler, you know..."
"Such a project was actually done successfully on another reservation up in North Dakota. They modified an old tractor truck way up there because it is so isolated. It takes some doing..."

Red Otter opened the door for them and they entered the shop. With Dragoness listening with great interest, Red Otter continued, "Of course, there is the installation of a really big electric motor where the diesel used to be. They made 32 zero-point-energy devices, each one with antenna that were only 18 inches long. All connected in series, they must have made, something like, hmm, four times thirteen... fifty-two volts. Inside, the electric motor was made of several segments, each only ten horse-power, and each being powered by it's own, private, so to speak, inverter that supplied 9000 to 10,000 watts at 240 volts. The motor had forty segments, and so there were forty inverters. This made a 400 brake-horse-power electric truck. Acceleration is controlled by; As the accelerator pedal is pushed down, more and more inverters are energized. From none, when the pedal is all the way up, to all, when it is pushed to... well, when it is 'pedal to the metal', as they say! And, it never needs recharge, and never needs fuel. They had problems placing the thirty two zero-point-energy devices. They had to be placed away from the driver, and spaced from each other at least a little. They ended up having to buy a trailer that would always be used with the same truck. They mounted the zero-point-energy devices in the front of the trailer. The truck is used only for transporting goods from reservation to reservation. So, not having the ability to interchange trailers like most rigs can, was not too big of a problem. Cloaking is a challenge. For a moving thing like that, we have to use different ways to cloak. A method was developed to cover the vortex with an energy field that simulates that given off by a spark-ignition internal combustion engine, an odd energy signature for, what is usually, a diesel powered truck, but, it works. As long as... who ever it is that's doing the detecting... does not pick up the tell-tale sign of a zero-point-energy device, it's okay. Anyway, it was quite a project. But, it has been used for several trips now. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary 18-wheeler. But it can go forever without fuel or recharge! How about that?"
"WOW!" exclaimed an impressed, fascinated, and wish-she-could-have-one Dragoness.

Dragoness further asked, "Now, this is, like, a private truck? It is not used to haul freight for, like, customers? Do you hire out?"
"No, too many security problems", Red Otter answered. "It is just used to haul things between reservations or other First Nations concerns..."
"I guess you have to use weigh stations?" Dragoness asked.
"Oh yes. Strictly. We don't want any government poking around. We obey all trucking regulations. I have heard that the drivers are told not to use truck stops. Just carry their own dinners and use rest areas on interstate highways only. By the way, I forgot to tell you, there is one more inverter that produces 20,000 watts for air-brake compressors, the reefer unit when used, and for electrical accessories. The truck is wired with 110 volts A.C. The cab is air conditioned or heated as necessary, and the driver can use a hot plate for cooking. There is also a small refrigerator. Everything is there!"
"Man oh man!" Dragoness replied, fascinated, "Have you ever seen this truck yourself?"
"Yes indeed!", Red Otter replied, "It delivered materials for building the structures here, and carried the travel trailer you saw out back, inside. And it has been to the reservation near here a number of times."
"Wow!", Dragoness exclaimed, "If only I could have a rig like that!"
"Well, it is within the realm of possibility. I understand that reservation is working on a second truck. Yours could someday, be yet another. I can help you contact them when ready."

"So, you already have a form-fitting crystal for us", Celeste spoke up, yanking the subject back to building the device, "and that's great! Thank you! And, what about putting all that into a box of glass, and sucking all the air out of it?"
"We are set up for that, here" Silver Song replied, "Don't use anywhere else unless you trust them. Leave your antenna and coils here, and we will set them into a glass encasement and vacuum it."
"That's great" Celeste chirped. "I am glad we found you all!"
"Yes, and I would wager, The Creator and spirit guides caused this to happen this way", Red Otter replied, "Generally speaking, we have to stick together, and help each other. The elites have enslaved us long enough. It is time to break their hold!"
"YES!" all three, Dragoness, Celeste and Alex said in unison.

To sum up, it appears that Red Otter and Silver Song have been dealing with the zero-point-energy device for years, over a decade, even. Ever since, apparently, a very talented Shaman from their "First Nation" derived it psychically, in a manner similar to Celeste, they have been building the units. As they have been trying to "industrialize" the reservation anyway, for financial independence, what better project than milling the pipes and coils used in the devices. And apparently, the glass shop, as well as the quartz crystal shop, are both located in this remote spot they found themselves in. Finally, it turns out that, more and more, the shop does work for independent groups of people, like Dragoness, Celeste and Alex, who come in needing parts for the devices.

From that, Alex had a warning for them...
"You might should use caution, in willingly admitting to people you don't know, that you know about, and can make and use these kinds of devices. They might be agents!"
"Hmm, well taken!" Red Otter agreed, "Since the number of people coming to us from the outside requesting parts to be made appears to be on the increase, this has given rise to meetings with Elders on just what you are talking about. At the moment, we are playing by ear. Silver Song here has some psychic ability, she was able to tell you all were sincere. Also, here you come, lumbering up in a big truck, and an unusual group, at that, no offense intended. I doubt if agents sent by the elites would have a lady of such impressive stature as yours", motioning to Dragoness, "and in the company of one so bright and radiating energy such as yours", motioning to Celeste, "and dressed in this manner..."
"But don't expect them to drive up in a black car and get out, and they are dressed in black suits with sun-glasses on, either!" Alex pointed out.
"That is true!" Red Otter replied, laughing.
Dragoness added, "They could be dressed very casual, t-shirts and shorts and stuff."
"But we came in with parts already made, like, to a unit already begun", Celeste pointed out, "would agents have those?"
Red Otter replied, "Yes, that is one thing that was decided by council anyway; if anyone comes here just asking about zero-point-energy devices, we are to deny, deny, deny!... However, the day is quickly coming, when, given their ability to detect unusual energy and even, thoughts, the agents will adjust... they are not dummies. Evil, yes; dummies, no. An agent, casually dressed, as you said, in jeans and t-shirt, carrying a set of antenna and coils, is definitely in the future. It is not if, but when."

With all these warnings in place, they submitted the two pipes and coils to Red Otter and Silver Song to set, along with the ready-made quartz crystal, in the vacuumed glass case. Silver Song then showed them the cloaking procedure...

Surprisingly, much of the cloaking procedure was not some strange Indian-like ceremony with smoke, drums and chanting. Instead, five unusual put pretty, according to Celeste, little things were supplied, that are to be set around where the zero-point-energy device is working. Consisting of a glass base, a copper coil spirals upward from it and is terminated with a small quartz crystal. These coils are much finer than the ones on the pipes. They are simply to be put around where the zero-point-energy device is running, preferably five of them in a five point pattern, equally spaced, around the device. Then, grass and leaves from the surrounding area are to be taken, and burned or smoldered in a dish, and held, allowing the smoke to pass over the quartz crystal a few seconds. Do this for all the crystals. They advised smoking the crystals as often as possible, a minimum of once a week. "Twice a day if you can swing it", Red Otter advised.

When asked by Alex, how does this work, Silver Song replied, "A Shaman came up with the method. He said that he journeyed out of body, and his totem animal, in his case, the snake, described the method. The Shaman said he received both what seemed to be audible descriptions of the method, and telepathically imparted theories of operation. According to the Shaman, what happens, when you smoke the crystals with smoldering leaves and grass from the immediate surrounding area, the crystals 'remember' that vibration. Then, when the zero-point-energy device is running within them, the energy vortex activates the crystals. They resonate at a vibration that is similar to the surrounding trees and brush. The coils, that do have a specific number of turns, width and length, as described by the snake spirit to the Shaman, help project the effect. This effectively cloaks the area, and then the energy vortex is undetectable by psychics operating remotely, as would be the case with psychics working for the elite."

Of course they can not give things away, but, considering the glass, well milled copper coil and a beautifully polished multifaceted quartz crystal, the price for the five "resonators" appeared to be more than reasonable. Red Otter gave Celeste and Alex copies of the schematic diagram for the charging "upverter" and sold them the parts to it. Alex already had deep-cycle batteries and one conventional 6000-watt sine-wave inverter.

Red Otter and Silver Song accompanied them out to their truck. Once again, Red Otter scanned the skies... as did Silver Song...

"What are you all looking for?" Celeste asked, with bright blue eyes. Alex and Dragoness listened for the answer as well.
"Helicopters", Red Otter replied, "Dark ones, although not necessarily. We have even seen what looks like innocent news-helicopters flying around. A few times even, I saw disks; you know, flying saucers, and more often than I see them, Silver Song here, detects them."
"Saucers?" Alex echoed, "You mean like, UFOs?"
"Yes!" Red Otter simply replied, "Somebody suspects something is up. Two years ago, we ran the zero-point-energy device without cloaking. We began to see these things. We shut the unit down immediately. We had to rely on a gasoline generator and solar panels for power. It is during that time, the Shaman Silver Song told you about, did his spirit journey to see what could be done."

"It got scary for a while", Silver Song added, "We even buried the zero-point-energy unit way out there, under some trees, for a few months. Strange cars kept coming by, slowly, much more than normal for this remote road. Police cars too. I detected sinister intention. We continued to have helicopters of various types buzz around. Later, they became fewer, and more scattered."
"Apparently", Red Otter continued, "We successfully threw them off. After some months, we dug up the device that we had buried earlier, in something almost like a casket, to protect the device from the soil. Anyway, we brought it back and reactivated it. Now, it has been 18 months. We don't see cars anymore, but an occasional helicopter is seen, usually way off, apparently searching for something. The reservation has them too. The last time I saw a disk, was three months ago. Silver Song felt the presence of one hovering over the meadow, some distance behind us, five weeks ago. So, whoever they are, they're suspicious, but they can't seem to zero in on us."

At last leaving the strange little shop in the wilderness, Dragoness, Celeste and Alex had a lot to talk about. The excitement of possibly having a real device that could pull free electricity out of, seemingly, nothingness, coupled with all those unnerving warnings, made high energy conversation all the long way home.

Dragoness was down to mostly the weekend and Celeste had a couple days after the weekend. They prepared for the zero-point-energy device. With only a few days of free time left, and the device soon to be done by Red Otter and Silver Song, they did not have time for a long project. As seen, the zero-point energy device does indeed have operational cautions, and would have to be separated from the trailer. And that is another thing: The decision to set it up on Dragoness's land was easy; no way they could set up such a thing at Celeste's apartment.

Alex asked the Medical Transcription Center he worked for remotely, for a couple days off. That way, he could concentrate his time on working with Celeste in building the upverter/charger. Dragoness went to work on a shed for the device. Red Otter, as well as Celeste's own book, both advised against housing the zero-point-energy device in a metal building. So the shed would have to be of wood... or fiber-glass. At home-depot, they found an excellent tool shed kit that could be set up in a day. Site preparation was the time taker.

Dragoness selected a site surrounded by and under trees, yet was in a clearing, at what would be considered, her "back-yard". Dragoness, of course, did the muscle-work of using hand tools to dig out a level area. She laid pre-made stone squares, purchased from the hardware store, over the cleared spot. Sheets of plywood were laid over that to spread the weight and sort of, hold the stones level and together. Yes, a quick and dirty job, but they were running out of time. A better shed could be built later.

Taking advantage of her rented land's seclusion, and closing the gate to the entrance of the property, Dragoness did the heavy work nude. Six-feet-seven and 270 muscular pounds of amazon was a sight Alex could not resist from gazing at often and waxing aroused from it. Once, Alex ventured too close... or too often...
Taking one of his many breaks as he often does, both for his current "upverter/charger-electronics project, or for his usual medical transcription, Alex had gone outside to stroll around and enjoy Dragoness's beautiful acre of land. The skies were cobalt-blue and cloudless, sun shine strong and golden, and temperatures in the mid 50s. Of course, to him, among the pretty sights on her land, the most beautiful sight was muscular, nude Dragoness.

She had just completed excavating a shallow, level area with only a regular shovel and a snow shovel, very muscle-intensive work, the type of work for which Dragoness was particularly qualified to deliver. Even in mid 50s of temperature, she sweat lightly.
Next, her muscles bulged from arm full after arm full of concrete squares. Weighing 25 pounds each, she carried six or seven at a time. Several times she noticed Alex staring, and smiled... a knowing smile. Alex shyly smiled or waved back.
Without warning, after laying a load of concrete squares down as part of the shed's base, she gathered another seven. She set them down, stood up and stretched, with arms up and huge muscles flexing. Then, she simply walked towards Alex. Smiling, she did not say a word. Alex stood there, mesmerized. Dragoness came up to him, grabbed him and gently but firmly forced him into the grass and autumn leaves. And thus, he ended up under 270 pounds of horny amazon, having his pants pulled down and his hip humped on. Orgasm burst through Dragoness fast and hard. Alex stiffened his muscles so he could take the pounding. He was being pushed into the ground. By this time Celeste had run out to watch. Dragoness uttered primal screams of ecstatic pleasure as orgasm roared through her.
"Keep that down, big girl!" Celeste urged, "Even thought they're not so close, neighbors might hear it!"

Dragoness could not help it. Fortunately, the orgasm was fast, as most powerful ones are, at least for Dragoness, and, according to her. Dragoness simmered, humping on Alex slowly but still heavily, moaning softly. Finally, she moaned, "Oooo, sweet Twink, you feel so nice in my cunt!"
"From below her, with his breath pushed out, Alex managed to say, "Glad you enjoyed it. But I thought being fully dressed would protect me..."
"Listen, Twink", Dragoness declared firmly but softly as she got off him, "In your bikini, you are amazon bait. In your long sleeves and stuff, you're so sweet and cuddly, 'till I just wanna rape your little butt."

"That'll learn ya!" a giggling Celeste remarked, as she wiped off his hip of excess "amazon nectar" and brushed him off of leaves. Dragoness, still panting from "raping" Alex and her orgasm, huffed out, "Now, keep that Twink occupied, Pixie! He makes me horny!"
"Yes Ma'am!" Celeste replied, in the manner of addressing an officer of higher rank. She led Alex away saying, "Come on, big boy, I'll take care of you!"

Though lacking Dragoness's stature, Celeste was none the less, a muscle woman. Making sure Alex's genital was properly sheathed, she allowed him in her vigorous body to dump out excess libido, so he could get back to work with Celeste on the charger.

Site preparation took all day. The next day, on top of the prepared area, the tool-shed kit was erected. That part was ready.

Celeste and Alex was nearing completion of the charger. The next item to build, was the 77.7 volt regulator. They utilized Red Otter's design and specialized parts. Alex was impressed at Red Otter's ability to design circuits. He commented, "Red Otter must be some kind of electronics engineer. These designs are very sophisticated."

The 77.7 volt regulator was a big and beefy one, and could handle up to 20 amperes, or, nearly 1500 watts. It had a strange method of operation. In some cases, with light loads, it removed the 77.7 volts, thus shutting off the zero-point-energy device. Also, the regulator monitored power going out of the inverter. Its own power input was not monitored. But it monitored the inverter's other loads. It did other switching and strange what-nots that Alex did not understand. He remembered Red Otter saying that the use of a straight forward regulator that draws energy proportional to what it outputs, would set up a strange "power-level regenerative-feed-back"; indeed, some sort of strange electronics engineering term.

Well, it was time for the job world to begin sucking Dragoness, first, then Celeste back into its unholy matrix. The procedure of Dragoness going to Celeste's apartment to accompany her on the bicycle to the radio station job, then spending the rest of the night at Celeste's apartment, was in place once again. One change was Alex. Being a bicycle advocate, he accompanied Dragoness and Celeste to the radio station. He had a hard time keeping up, though.
Then he would spend the night at Celeste's apartment with Dragoness. He slept on the floor on matts and Dragoness in Celeste's single-bed... that is, when they could get away from each other.

Alex scheduled his medical transcription work around this activity. It worked out. In the morning, he followed Dragoness on the bicycle to as far as her trailer home. She continued on to the diesel service job, and Alex went on into, what is now his home, and worked at medical transcription. Often however, Celeste made him stay... due to her appetites that were not the kind quenched by food...
Alex was "released" when Celeste went to bed for her "night" at two or three in the afternoon. He then bicycled back to Dragoness's home to do medical transcription... usually until Dragoness returned when, first thing, she had him on her big bed with his clothes pulled off and his hip being humped hard by the muscular, horny amazon.
Generally speaking, Alex accomplished less transcription with those two around, and so his income went down some.

Some talk was made of Alex staying with Celeste while she slept, but moving his computer was a hassle, and there was not enough room, and Celeste insisted she was okay. Being accompanied to the radio station, that was the important part.

Also one night, a Wednesday at around ten in the evening, when Dragoness, Celeste and Alex were all at Celeste's apartment for dinner before Celeste's commute to work, some talk was done about the possibility of Alex becoming a broadcast technologist. He had the license, though it was a much older issue than Celeste's, and two way radio experience. Celeste thought she might have some pull for him. But, inquiring about it with the radio station's chief engineer brought the response Alex has heard all his life, "We don't need anybody now, and we need recent experience."

Alex had neither broadcast technologist experience and certainly no recent experience. In fact, he had no recent professional electronic experience at all, because, for the past ten years, he has been a medical transcriptionist.

Upon hearing the chief engineer's answer from Celeste, Alex grumbled, "That's the same cock and bull shit I've heard all my life. I have tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and tried AND TRIED to get a broadcast technologist job and none of those cock-sucking, piss-drinking, shit-eating mother-fuckers ever gave me the time of day!!! Gad-fucking shit heads!!!"

Even big Dragoness backed up from Alex's fury of frustration and built up hatred of the broadcast industry.

"WOW!" Dragoness exclaimed, "There are a few issues, that transforms this... quiet, meadow-flower of a Twink, into a raging monster! OOO! My heavens! That's better cussing than I hear from ex-Marines at the diesel shop!"

After some chuckling, Dragoness pleaded to Celeste, "Promise me, you will never, ever bring that subject up again."
"It is plain to see" Celeste replied, conceding, "That I have awakened a sleeping dog! I do indeed promise, never to bring it up again."
"Thank you!" Dragoness replied, relieved, "However... and I ask this with due caution, seeing Alex's face is still rage-red and heat from his flames of fury are evident even from where I sit, he expressed an apparent... shall we say, difficulty in getting a broadcast technologist job. But, you have been in it for twenty years. That would put you in your early twenties back then. What... was your secret?"
"My Parents owned a number of radio stations in Chicago... where I was raised."
"oooOOOooo!" Dragoness expressed clarification of the mystery, "So that's it! Well, I guess that is the secret. No better way than being the daughter, or in this case, adopted daughter, of the owners of not one, but a number of radio stations. Yep! That would do it!"

"I understand the source of Alex's frustration" Celeste said, "I myself have been witness to electronic techs coming to the radio stations back in those days, some of them well qualified and additionally, some with military experience. But my Parents always drew someone from... God-only-knows-where, and hire that one. They didn't even want me doing it. They wanted me to become on-air talent. But I was fascinated with the electronics of it. The almost mystical way that a transmitter projects music and voice into the clear blue sky, invisible and silent, then is turned back into music and voice by the radio, held my fascination since I was a kid."

Celeste was sitting besides Alex; she put her hand on his thigh and stroked. It indeed calmed him down.
Celeste asked Alex, "Wasn't it like that for you? In the beginning?"
Smiling, remembering, Alex replied, "Yes... Yes it was!"

"And, of course", Celeste continued in a bitter tone, "The job world comes along, and fucks it up. The job world has the 'shit-touch'... like King Midas had the 'golden touch'; everything he touched turned to gold. The job world has the 'shit-touch'; everything the job world touches, turns into a smelly pile of putrefying shit!"

"THAT'S FOR SURE!!!" came a loud answer from both Dragoness and Alex, with Alex the loudest.
"To that: I too, agree completely!" Dragoness added.

"Anyway" Celeste continued, "Repeated begging of my Parents finally got me my first broadcast technologist job. They paid me peanuts, being their daughter, for running a five hundred watt radio station. That did save them money. Later, seeing I was good at it, they put me responsible for one of their bigger stations. Later, President Reagan deregulated broadcast industry, making it unnecessary to have a full time broadcast technologist for stations less than five thousand watts and with antennas that are non-directional. My Parents loved that. The only requirement, is to have an on-call licensed technologist. So guess what, I was it, for all five of my Parent's radio stations. Around early 1990s, my Parents sold them all. They did wait until I had another job. Anyway, as I have been in this business for two decades, I can tell you, the way they hire people is definitely 'who-you-know-based'; for talent as well as technical. I take it, you did not know anybody in broadcasting, Alex?"
"No, no one", he replied with a bitter edge in his voice, "what, am I supposed to?"

Celeste giggled and replied, "Well, there's no law, but, it helps tremendously. In fact, it may even be essential, at least it was then."
"Humph!" was Alex's response.

After another giggle, Celeste continued, "There is a chance for you now, and it is growing. In the fifties and sixties, so I understand, being a broadcast technologist or engineer was, to electronics, as being an airlines captain is to flying. But now, there's not much interest. Radio stations are beginning, just beginning, especially in remote areas, to feel a crunch, a slight shortage of licensed techs; even for on-call ones. You might have a chance now..."
"Humph! It's too late!" Alex griped, "I'm not going to go running all over the remote parts of this country like a chicken with the head cut off, looking for radio station jobs now. I haven't done electronics in years. I have medical transcription, it makes sufficient money for me and I don't have to commute or work specific or strange hours. Look at you, with this weird-ass mid-night to eight in the morning business. I'm not going to put up with that!"
"Hmm. He's got me there!" Celeste conceded, "Weird hours indeed! And five minutes late, I get yelled at. Later. Because the fat pig chief engineer is in bed at midnight, so he yells at me later, always over the phone. Shit head."
Dragoness chuckled then said, "I wouldn't yell at you unless I was at the other end of a phone line!"
"Well", Celeste pronounced, "Shall we consider Alex becoming a broadcast technologist a dead deal, and, for all of our safety, never mention it again!?"
"Here-here!" Dragoness agreed.
"Fine with me!" Alex agreed.

After a brief silence, Dragoness pointed out, "Ever notice we can't ever have a discussion, of any depth, about jobs without somebody cussing? Usually loudly?"
"Yes, I have noticed that, now that you mention it!" Celeste agreed.
"Well, it is just like you said, Celeste", Alex reminded, "The job world has the 'shit-ian touch'! By the way, I have never heard it so eloquently put!"
Celeste giggled then replied, "I think I just said 'shit-touch', not 'shit-ian' but perhaps, that's more grammatically correct!"

That ended that!

On Thursday afternoon, around two in the afternoon, Red Otter called Dragoness's home. Alex answered. The zero-point-energy device was ready.

On Monday, Dragoness, Celeste and Alex climbed into the tractor truck to, first, go by the diesel place where Dragoness picked up a trailer...
"A whole big trailer just for that?", Alex asked.
"Does seem a bit much", Dragoness conceded, "But, in my quest to save money, I can use this trailer for free. I need some kind of thing to put the completed device in. It's heavy, and will have a glass base. It needs to be transported carefully. That jury-rig thing we used before for just the pipes won't do. Also, the trailer will completely conceal it and throw off any kind of... suspicion or what ever. Otherwise, I would have to rent a truck and, that seems silly when I have a truck..."

Dragoness runs into this little problem more often than most folks would think. There she is with something like a 400-plus brake-horse-power diesel tractor truck, and, without a trailer, she can not even so much as haul a good load of groceries... unless she piles them into the sleeper cab; which she does.

They drove back to their home, where Dragoness skillfully backed the rig into their property and up to their trailer-home. With Dragoness's huge muscles bulging, she wrestled the gigantic box-spring and mattress of her bed to the truck-trailer. She threw in quite a bit of rope and a number of bungie cords as well. Then, they were off for the long trip into the wilderness and Red Otter's shop.

It was a beautiful day at Red Otter's shop. The severe-clear, cobalt-blue sky had only one cloud, and a weird looking one at that. It looked like a shark's tooth, with the point of the tooth downward. The "base" of the tooth had a funny swirl to it.

Dragoness, dressed in short-shorts and tank-top on this mild day of low sixties, got out along with Celeste in micro-skirt and short-sleeved t-shirt. Alex of course, was in all long-sleeve.

When they entered the shop, they encountered a cautious Red Otter...
"I see you brought a truck with trailer", Red Otter remarked, "That's good, it will throw them off. But, I need you to back it as close as you can to the awning..."
"We can't carry it out as before?" Dragoness asked.
"I'm sorry, we better not" Red Otter replied.
Silver Song came up behind him and said, "I detect a presence, within that cloud, in the sky..."

It turned out they were speaking of none other than that strange looking "shark's tooth" cloud. It was indeed odd, on this dry day of extreme low humidity, that an otherwise absolutely cloudless sky should have that one, singular cloud.

Dragoness walked to her truck to do the backing. As she walked, her head turned several times looking at that cloud. Alex and Celeste, along with Red Otter and Silver Song, kept eyeing it too.

Silver Song spoke up saying, "We best not look at it too much, or else they, if any intelligence of consequence is there, might detect our thoughts."

With Alex and Celeste helping, Dragoness backed the rig all the way up to the awning of the front of the shop. Covering the completed zero-point-energy device up with blankets, they hurried it into the trailer.

Dragoness carefully cushioned the device between the box-spring and mattress. She securely tied and anchored everything to the front-right corner of the trailer. They paid Red Otter, and, after a lot more talk about security, Indian secrets and government, they were ready to leave.

During the conversation, Alex mentioned, "On Coast To Coast A.M., Art Bell said, he would dearly love to meet someone that has a working zero-point-energy device. He has heard a lot of talk, and encountered a lot of charlatans, but to date, no real working device, not even a small scale, experimental one. Would he ever love to see that zero-point-energy truck, or any of these things."
Red Otter replied with his sternest warning yet, "Never, but never, ever, even go near Art Bell. I respect the man, but he is watched closely by things you wouldn't believe. Same goes for George Noory! Don't go near them with this. Don't go to Parumph, Nevada. Avoid military bases. Generally, the less traveling you do with one of these devices, the better. Never operate them while traveling. Our truck, used for inter-reservation transport, is a very special case where many cautions have been taken. Don't attempt using these for transportation."
"Gads-zooks that's a dam pity!" Alex exclaimed, "Here is a device that could clean up transportation and help Planet Earth tremendously, and we can't use it because of those shit-fucking creeps... Sorry, excuse the language..."
Red Otter laughed and replied, "I see you have fire of enthusiasm for the sake of helping Earth. Earth has a consciousness, and she appreciates your efforts. Movements are afoot, both human and spiritual, that will eventually free us from their evil grip, but in the mean time, cautions, unfortunately, must be taken."

Keeping an eye on that cloud, Dragoness, Celeste and Alex climbed aboard and they started the long drive home. They kept an eye on that cloud... perhaps to see if it was following. But it did not, and, if anything, the cloud seemed to be dissipating. It lost its shark-tooth shape and just flattened into general "high stratus". They were leaving it behind, but it appeared to almost completely dissipate."

None the less, Alex and Celeste kept their eyes on the skies for anything unusual. As they re-entered the rat-race society, they relaxed. Their rig blended in with many other rigs and other vehicles on crowded interstate 70 as they approached town. After a while more, they arrived home. Dragoness backed the rig to their trailer home. Keeping their eyes on the sky, they carried the zero-point energy device from the truck's trailer to the tool shed that had recently been completed. It was getting dark, so, they just let it be for now.

Dragoness would return the trailer on the morrow, in commuting to work, rather than use the bicycle. Thus she could drop the trailer, and, at the end of the day, return home by her tractor truck.

Dragoness went to the trouble to lock the gate. Normally, she leaves it open. She latches it shut for times she does yard work nude. But this time, she not only latched it, but affixed a pad-lock in the holes designed for it, thus completely locking the gate.
"Just don't want to make it easy for anyone to come in, snooping around", she said to an inquisitive Alex and Celeste.

Next morning when Dragoness drove off, she made Alex lock the gate behind her.

Celeste and Alex went to work on the zero-point-energy device. Maintaining a clear area around it, Alex set up the deep cycle batteries that he brought from his home in West Virginia. He hooked up the inverters and their heavy cables. It took a while. Celeste and Alex took breaks often, and Celeste appeared continuously horny. She only wore a black short-sleeved t-shirt all day. Many times, she lured him into her body. During the day, she dried Alex out, then asked him to thumb her. Interestingly, Alex found himself actually doing to a woman, something he only envisioned before.

A "final" thumbing was around two in the afternoon. After Celeste's squealing orgasm, she was spent, and went to bed for her "night".

Alex worked on the energy system alone until Dragoness came home. Dragoness had a key to the gate's pad-lock, so, when she came home, she let herself through.
Upon coming in, Dragoness grabbed Alex, took him to her bed, threw him down, pulled his pants off and enjoyed a good, satisfying hip-hump, all with Celeste, now wide awake, watching, with her fingers at her uncovered vagina.

Watching made her aroused, so she begged another thumbing from Alex. Dragoness passed out after her orgasm. After Celeste's orgasm, Celeste slept a little more.
Seeing both ladies napping, Alex decided he would nap too, with them.

At around eight, Dragoness awoke to shower. After Dragoness's shower, she begged a fisting from Celeste, which she happily did. Finally, they settled for dinner.

As with every Tuesday, Dragoness accompanied Celeste all the way from the trailer to the radio station. Alex followed. The gate was left locked. Bicycles can just be lifted over it, and the gate climbed over.

The next day was a little different, due to, this would be the day the zero-point energy device is activated!
After Celeste returned home, she made breakfast for Dragoness and Alex. When Dragoness took off on her bicycle for work, not only did Alex follow, but Celeste did too. Alex and Celeste went into the trailer as Dragoness continued to her work. Celeste would spend the day at Dragoness's house... "helping"... Alex.

Once again, a t-shirt clad, no lower clothes Celeste let her vagina feast. Alex had to treat her to three penile copulations, and two thumbings.

At one in the afternoon, it was ready. The zero-point-energy device was secure and wired, the inverter was in place and the batteries solar-energy-charged.
The batteries had more than enough energy to operate and supply 77.7 volts to the unloaded zero-point-energy device. Due to the odd switching arrangement of Red Otter's regulator design, a "test-switch" had to be placed on the test position. The output wires of the zero-point-energy device were left disconnected from the charger on purpose. With a voltmeter on the output wires, Alex applied 77.7 volts to the input wires of the device. Sure enough, there it went, 3.26 volts!

It was the most emotion Celeste has ever seen from Alex. He shouted delight, Celeste squealed in delight!

Alex disconnected the 77.7 volts and connected the thick output wires to the charger. Alex reapplied the 77.7 volts and the charger came on. With a big heavy cord running into the trailer connected to the 6000 watt inverter's 240 volt output, the other end of the cord connected to the electric stove and oven. Alex and Celeste put the system through its paces by using the 4800 watts of the oven to bake potatoes, plus 1200 watt burner for other cooking. The inverter tripped due to overload. The oven, 4800, the burner, 1200, total, 6000 watts exactly, but at that power level, the regulator was putting out around 300 watts at 77.7 volts with an input power somewhat higher, of course. That pushed the inverter into tripping.
Alex ran outside and reset the inverter. They cooked on a hot plate connected to the trailer's power while allowing the oven to continue baking the potatoes at 4800 watts consumption. The limitation was the inverter. The zero-point-energy device had energy to spare.

After a while, Alex went to the shed to check. Everything was well, but the odd frosting had begun. The glass case of the inverter and the wires leading up to it, were caking with frost. Frosty air sank down from the zero-point energy device to the floor. Alex felt strange when close to it.

The whole thing enthralled Alex like he never been before. Celeste as well, was totally absorbed in fascination. This was truly, a futuristic, strange, weird, almost science-fiction way to produce energy. Alex even felt a weird numbness, as did Celeste. It was almost a mild shock, of sorts, like having seen for the first time ever, a real ghost, or real UFO or similar.

After the potatoes were done, they connected an electric space heater to the inverter, a fair sized one that used 2500 watts and required 240 volts. Celeste, due to her scant clothing, felt chilly, so the heat felt great. They continued to run as many appliances they could, off the inverter, via a heavy extension cord connected to the inverter's 120 volt output.

The excitement level from running all these items from, practically, the air, was intense. Among other things, it ended up raising Celeste's libido. Alex had to sex her or thumb her a number of times.
Finally, drained from excitement and sex, and in a toasty warm environment, Celeste felt very sleepy. Time for her sleep anyway, she fell into a peaceful sleep at about three in the afternoon. Alex continued to monitor the zero-point-energy device. Everything was well. It continued to frost up and turn the shed into a deep freeze.

Alex tried to do medical transcription with his computer running, as it does always, off the inverter. But he was drained from excitement too. Then, sleepy, due additionally to the toasty warmth, Alex laid on a sofa and soon slept.

Alex was jangled awake by "My heavens! It's as hot as blue blazes in here!" exclaimed by Dragoness, who just came home from work. In evening dark-blue skies, she pedaled home by bicycle, wearing blue jeans and black sleeveless t-shirt in 48 degrees and felt fine. The trailer was around 85, according to a thermometer.

"My heavens! Eighty five degrees! You and Pixie belong on Venus! Whew! It's hot!" Dragoness exclaimed as she quickly stripped off her jeans and t-shirt to nude.

Fanning herself, Dragoness turned off the heater and said, "Not to mention, that's running up the electric bill..."
"WAIT!" Alex interrupted, "It's running off the zero-point-energy device! We got it going!"
"Did ya!?"

Alex took Dragoness, who remained nude, outside to the shed. Using a flash-light because of the dark, Alex showed her the running device. Just like Red Otter's, it was frosted up. Dragoness noted the two thick extension cords, one 240 volts and the other 120 volts.

"Well I'll be a son of a gun! It's really working! It's really working! You know what this means!?"
"Primarily, no electric bill!" Alex ventured."

Dragoness put her muscular arms up to her head, then down again, more or less behaving like a contestant on "Price Is Right" who just won something big. She even jumped, clapping. They returned into the trailer where Dragoness's excitement continued.

Alex showed her the stove and oven, pulled from it's usual cozy spot in order to unplug its cord and plug it in to the inverter's 240 volt line.
"We cooked baked potatoes with it!" Alex declared.
"And it doesn't fade, doesn't need recharge, works day and night and stuff?" Dragoness excitedly asked.
It's working now", Alex replied, "You saw the heater. That's 2500 watts. We can bake more stuff with the oven tonight! The only limiting thing is the inverter. You can not use more than 6000 watts. But the zero-point-energy device has no problem. We just need more and bigger inverters."

Celeste awoke from the excitement and joined them. From there, the excitement continued.

But alas, they now actually had to bicycle to Celeste's apartment. Alex suggested, "Can't we cook here?"
"Aw, can't bicycle with a full stomach" Celeste replied.
"But don't we always do so from your apartment anyway?" Alex asked.
"We usually have supper around nine, so that gives a while for the meal to digest before leaving at eleven. From here, it's farther and..."... and so on.

In other words, for efficiency and other matters, they had to go to Celeste's apartment, use electricity with a price and so on.

During supper, at Celeste's apartment, the situation led Alex to point something out..."

"If Celeste did not work, we would not have to do this routine every day. She could discontinue the apartment, we live together, and we would drop a rent and an electric bill! She could learn medical transcription..."
"No, I want to build and sell hand made guitar amplifiers!" Celeste blurted out.
"Wow! That's cool!" Alex remarked.
"Twink Alex", Dragoness remarked, "I like the cut of your jib!"
"Huh? What's a jib?" Alex asked.
"I mean, I love your idea! All the time I worry of Pixie here alone, and commuting back home, alone. We do escort her there, but..."
"It's a big hassle", Alex completed her sentence.
"Well, what do you say, Pixie? At least, one more of us can be free of the evil job world."
"Hmmm" Celeste contemplated.
"She just said something about making guitar amplifiers and selling them..." Alex reminded.
"Yes, and I would love that", Celeste began, "Though I think it would never amount to much more than just a hobby that partially pays for itself. If I leave broadcast technology now, and stay out too long, say, a year or more, I might find it hard to get back in."
"Hmm" Dragoness contemplated, "Maybe you can learn medical transcription, like he said."
"Sounds a bit boring, though, just sitting there, typing all day."
"But look at what you do", Alex pointed out, you sit there, and do nothing all day, essentially, unless the transmitter develops a problem, which is rare. In medical transcription, you get to listen to these cool surgeries that they do. Something different everyday. I particularly like psychiatrists' dictation. With more and more of them doing past-life-regressions, that is the most interesting transcription of all!"
"Hmm, I guess I didn't think of that part of it...", Celeste said, thinking it over."
"Hmm... Okay..." Celeste said, "Okay... okay... Okay! Well... Okay! All right, I'll do it! What I'll do, is, tonight, at the radio station, with it around me... As you said, there is an awful lot of sitting while not doing much... I'll think about it all night, and reach a decision!"

They wrapped up supper. There was more discussion on it. At eleven, Dragoness and Alex escorted Celeste to the radio station.

Upon returning to the apartment, Dragoness and Alex found it hard to sleep, as they kept talking about it. With out sex for the first time, they gabbed, with Alex on his matts and Dragoness on Celeste's bed, until sleepiness snuck in and Dragoness, then later Alex, fell asleep.

As is often the case, Celeste came home about eight-forty in the morning, and cooked breakfast for Dragoness, and now, Alex. She woke them up.

After the usual yawning and stretching, Dragoness awoke fully, along with Alex, and joined Celeste in breakfast. Celeste had made her decision...

"If it is okay with you, White-Dragoness", Celeste began, being very formal, "And with you, Alex, I will indeed close the employment at KNIO. I am torn between doing the guitar amplifier thing and learning medical transcription..."
"Do the guitar amplifier thing", Dragoness blurted out, "That' your creativity, your spirit. And I would be curious as to what you come up with!"
"Well, you heard our Mistress", Alex smiled, saying, "Go ahead and follow your dream. Who knows, with the Internet, you might be able to get something going. Oh, it may not be the biggest guitar amplifier operation in the world, but, you're working from home, and it would not take much for one person to develop a usable income."
"Yes, that's right", Dragoness responded, then admonished Alex over an apparent "mistake" he made, "And, Twink, you said, 'our' Mistress, referring to me and applying it to both you and Pixie. Pixie is a woman. I therefore must grant her full and complete freedom. You are my subject, not Pixie. I am your Mistress. Don't forget!"
Though said in complete good humor and in the spirit of play, Alex none the less, replied with humility, "Yes Mistress."
Celeste giggled, then asked, "Can I boss him around too?"
"You are woman; Yes you may! Twink, when I am not around, you will obey the magical Pixie!"
"Yes ma'am, Mistress" Alex humbly replied.
"Now, with that settled, the one thing I have to advise you, Pixie, is to not over use him for pleasure. You must let him, in fact, order him, if necessary, to do his medical transcription. It is an important income for us."
"Okay!" Celeste chirped, giggling.

And with that settled, Dragoness completed breakfast and started for work. Alex was going to follow her to as far as the trailer-home then do medical transcription.
But Celeste tarried him, ordering, "I want you to fuck me, then thumb me! Then you can go!"
"Pixie!" Dragoness stopped and said.
"Just one set, Dragoness, a fuck and a thumbing, then he can go." Celeste chirped happily.
"Well, okay", Dragoness agreed, "But like I said, he does have an important job. Don't over-do that stuff."
"Now that she's not going to work at the radio station, maybe she can come home with me? We'll do that over there...", Alex suggested.
"Don't you have to give at least two weeks notice?" Dragoness asked.
"Yeah, maybe more", Celeste replied, "I haven't even told them yet. I had to first, make the decision, then tell you guys. I'm going to call them today about it. Probably, I will be obligated, by honor, to stay until they find someone."
"Yeah!" Alex griped, "Some gad-dam relative!"
"Ooooo!" Dragoness uttered, "I think, I'll go now..."

Dragoness left for work. Celeste dragged Alex in the apartment.

Celeste bathed, then came out refreshed and ready for pleasure. She wore a white, half-length tank-top and nothing more.
Writhing from arousal and waving hips as she came up to Alex, she said, "I'll give you a choice, thumb me first, or fuck me first!"
"Hmm" Alex considered, "Thumb you first! It'll get me going. Do you want one right after the other?"

As Celeste pulled Alex to a sofa to sit down and get comfortable for cradling Celeste and thumbing her, she replied, "Oh, don't rush me... Let me fully enjoy one, relax, then you can fuck me..."
With latex glove, Alex readied his thumb. Celeste groaned an expectant, "Mmmmm..."

Take her time she did. After sex with Celeste, Alex himself slept a bit, next to Celeste. Alex slept on the carpeted floor, and Celeste in the sofa just over him.
It was eleven in the morning before Celeste finally permitted Alex to leave for Dragoness's home. After a tender lip to lip kiss, Celeste smacked Alex's butt as he left for Dragoness's home.

When Alex arrived to the trailer home, he reactivated the zero-point-energy system... by reapplying the 77.7 volts. He shut it off the last night before leaving. When reactivated, everything was fine.

Alex accomplished some medical transcription before Dragoness returned, grabbed him, threw him on the bed, practically ripped his clothes off and humped on his hip for a screaming orgasm.

Seeing that her "rape" aroused Alex, she let him in her, to bring Dragoness to a second orgasm, and with Alex experiencing one as well. After that, they napped, then bicycled to Celeste's apartment.

When together at her apartment, Celeste reported the interesting results of her informing the radio station that she is discontinuing service there...

"The chief engineer asked me, if I am quitting because he did not hire you as I suggested. I actually paused long enough to cause him to ask 'are you there?', because I was contemplating saying, yes. But, I decided to not yank him around. I just said I'm more or less, semi-retiring. Then, he asked if I could bring him in, referring to you, Alex, and train him, before I left. I said probably not, but I will ask him. So, what about it, Alex?"
"Nah!" Alex humphed.
"We're in the danger zone..." Dragoness warned in a sing-song voice.
"It is like I said", Celeste explained, "It is not so easy to hire relatives anymore, because, there are no relatives who can, or desire, to do it. I have been there for eight years, and even then, it was getting a bit difficult for them. This is a sort of a chance where you could get in to it."
"Look, those days are gone", Alex explained in a calm tone, "I am well established in medical transcription. I'm set in my ways. I could never get along with a time-clock or commuting, now."
"Hmm" Celeste commented, "Interesting. He said he doesn't know when he'll be able to get somebody. If I leave in two weeks, and nobody is hired, he will have to go there at nights himself, or, take the chance the FCC will not notice, no broadcast technician for those hours."
"Nah! Let him dangle in the breeze! That's what they did to me!" Alex sternly replied.
"It's dead, Pixie!" Dragoness declared, "There's no hope. The shityness of the job world destroyed that part of him. Now, what ever hardship they encounter, they have only themselves to blame. Give them two weeks. That's final!"
"Okay", Celeste agreed, "So be it!"

And that was it.

Celeste began the process of closing the apartment account. Since she paid first and last rent five years ago when she moved here, she had a free month coming to her. After some arguing with management, Celeste managed a partial refund for moving out early.

Dragoness had to purchase a shed to store Celeste's belongings. Some of her better things, they put into the trailer and took Dragoness's to the shed. Celeste set to work to build a simple "exercise" pavilion outside for her weight lifting set. It turned out, Celeste is an amateur carpenter. More on that in a bit.
She planned to work out with weights, outdoors, nude or scantly dressed, most of the time. In extreme cold weather, she would work out on Dragoness's equipment, although she would encounter the inconvenience of reducing the crushing-heavy weight-settings Dragoness used.

Indeed, before the chief engineer could find a replacement broadcast technologist, Celeste's two weeks were up. Celeste sort of wanted to continue work until he could find somebody, but with Dragoness urging and especially the vengeful and bitter Alex almost demanding she quit right at the two weeks, she finally did. Indeed, that left the chief engineer swinging in the wind, if that's what Alex wanted. Sweet revenge upon the broadcast industry.

So Celeste left the radio station a final time with promises with the night crew to keep in contact. Also, Celeste had two orders for her guitar amplifiers, one, a bass amp.

Which brings us briefly to her carpentry...
"A guitar amplifier has two aspects to it" Alex asked, "The electronics, and the case and speakers. I get the feeling you can do the electronic part. Can you do the cases?"
"Oh, that's my favorite part. You do the electronics. I have everything circuited out and a source of parts. It's like building a Heath-kit..."

Though Alex was surprised to learn he was going to be "drafted" into building the electronic part of the amps, he was promised, it would not be that often, and would not interfere with his medical transcription. Celeste, as it turns out, worked with wood until she left her Parents' home where there was room for carpentry equipment. Now, with Dragoness's place, there would be room. Building custom cases for the amps would be her creative part.

With that settled, project "Reset-Celeste's-Clock" began... her biological clock. She had to come off that inconvenient night and early-morning awake of hers. To do it...
Waking Celeste earlier than usual for her; six in the evening, she then had supper with Dragoness and Alex. After that, Celeste stayed up all night working on a web site to show-case her amplifiers. The hard part came the next day. Dragoness chose a weekend for this. Fortunately the weather cooperated somewhat. They went to a pretty spot to hike. In the evening, they kept Celeste awake with movies, talk, and just plain pulling her up to stand whenever she began to doze off. Finally, at eleven at night, they all went to bed. Celeste slept deeply. After that, her waking and sleeping times were in sync.

Final item as we wrap up this account...

Asking for two unpaid days off so she could have four in all, counting the weekend, Dragoness once again disconnected utilities and hitched her trailer-home to her tractor truck. Dragoness securely locked that gate. They traveled to West Virginia and Alex's property. They took some items that they planned to store in Alex's huts. But mostly, they brought all the rest of his batteries and, particularly, all his inverters.

Upon returning, without incident, either on the road or anything to do with her property, including the dormant zero-point-energy device, Dragoness parked the trailer and reconnected utilities. The electric was temporary... before long, that would be reconnected to a team of inverters and the zero-point-energy device.

They set out a bunch of "dummy" solar panels. They were not completely disused. Alex connected them to a set of batteries and a 500 watt inverter to run his computer from, with charger backup if necessary from inverters on the zero-point-energy device, and for low voltage lighting.

In addition, more inverters were ordered. Two big inverters, 10,000 watts each, would complete the transition from "dirty", oil-based power, to the clean, pure power coming directly from The Creator.

There were no more temporary extension cords. Alex wired inverters to the trailer's utility box, completely disconnecting the power company. Finally, the power company was called to entirely disconnect service. A Service Person came out to do the actual disconnecting. In a hurry to get to other orders, he disconnected by turning the watt-hour meter side ways without many questions. He only asked, "So you're goin' solar?"
"Yes..." was the answer from all three...

That was it.

One day, a few weeks after that, Celeste suddenly realized they had not recharged, or resmoked the five crystals and coils that set up the cloak, ever since the first time they did it before the unit was operative. Celeste and Alex immediately set out to smoke the crystals with leaves and grass found in Dragoness's acre.

They made sure to smoke the crystals once every two days. It was some trouble, but, free from the job world, Celeste and Alex could do it without trouble...
But the few weeks without the cloak worried them a bit...

A week after resuming the cloak, an inordinate number of helicopters were seen. Once, in the middle of a day, a dark, unmarked helicopter hovered very low over the road that borders their property. It was not right in front of their property, but down the road a short ways. Two days after that, they were awakened at two in the morning by the unmistakable helicopter sound, very close, and a bright bluish white light shining around. It was searching all areas. It did light up their yard once or twice, but only in passing. They tried to see if there were any markings while being careful not to be seen by the helicopter's crew... whomever... or whatever... they may have been. The helicopter drifted down the road that borders their property a short ways and actually landed in an empty lot. Again, it was not directly across from them, but, something like a quarter mile away. It was difficult to see. Dragoness and Alex ran to the gate so they could see down the road. They were careful to stay behind bushes. They could see the helicopter way down there. Nobody got out. After a minute, it lifted off. It continued to search an area down there and slowly left.

"I think that one was merely a Police helicopter looking for somebody", Alex suggested.
"You all better keep that cloak up!" Dragoness urged.

Celeste was just down the driveway from them, shivering. Dragoness checked the gate to confirm it was locked. They went back in the trailer and to bed. It was quiet after that.

Everything settled the next several weeks. It was now December, approaching Christmas.

One night, Dragoness, Celeste and Alex were outside, bundled up, checking out and taking in a scene of freshly fallen snow. The night was clear and super cold.
As they were strolling around, making strange foot-print patterns, snow angels and such, suddenly, a peculiar light lit the scene slightly. Looking up, they saw a saucer-shaped craft! Ducking under a tree, they watched it carefully. It was the first time for all three. Indeed, a classic UFO. Silent, hovering, then it would zip, hover, zip again, take a turn without any curve, just a sudden angular turn. It was not directly over their property. It was a ways off and working further off. Suddenly, it zipped up and out of sight.

They all came in the trailer and ended up gabbing about that half the night. They were in mild shock even, feeling numb... just slightly, but there, never the less.

After that, they religiously kept those crystals smoked. There were no more incidents all the way through Christmas and New Year and on into January. That brings it to 2004 and at that point, we will close this introductory account.

Accounts of incidents or adventures, much shorter in length and more "action-concentrated" will follow this from time to time. In the mean time, take care.

Disclaimer

KNIO, as described in this story, is fictitious. If there is one somewhere (probably west of Mississippi), we here do not know of it.

Address given on the Whois of this site are fake. If one goes there, they will encounter a mail box, a meadow and maybe some cows.

Description of the plans of the zero-point-energy device are fictional... we don't have any such device here...

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