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POWER VIXEN: TEEN EXTREME
In “A MIDSUMMER’S NIGHT WET DREAM”
Alone in the stifling cramped attic still musty with the taint of fresh white
paint, Audrey Fox removed her thick wire frame reading glasses, dropped the
uninteresting book she had been trying to read for the last half hour and
turned out the hissing roar of the kerosene lantern’s glowing wick. Her
grandmother still had not had time nor money to install electricity to Drey’s
sudden makeshift room and the plunge into darkness from the harsh blinding
light of the lantern in such close confines was dramatic and conclusive.
Drey was a painfully shy girl, demure and voiceless in her relentless self
conciseness, and preferred to undress for bed in the dark despite her fear of
the unknown housed there in those shrouds of blindness. She did so now, her
stumpy fingers with the nails that were always ragged despite her best efforts
not to chew on them, grasped the hard buttons of her long sleeved starch
collared shirt and began to work them free. With the wrist buttons and the
front undone, she pulled the long shirt tails from out of their tuck into her
blue jeans and removed the over sized garment, habitually carefully folded up
the shirt, and placed it on to the back of a hard oak chair, the only ‘real’ piece
of furniture currently in her room. Underneath she wore a camisole slip, there
was no need for a bra, even in her eighteenth year she had not developed
anything she would whimsically call ‘breasts’. She removed the slip and draped
it over her shirt, only a pale freckled chest with two large nipples atop
slight crescent swells greeted her pupil adjusted gaze in the thin moon light
that shimmered the lifeless gauzy curtains at the attics small window.
In her eyes, and apparently in the eyes of all the boys who ignored her, she
was anything other than the namesake ‘fox’ of her last name and indeed found
some cosmic cruelty in the pairing of her dowdy plain self and such a surname.
The cosmos could indeed be horrendously cruel.
Off came the jeans down her ‘frog legs’ and folded took up their place on the
chair seat. How anyone could have such ‘thunder thighs’ and absolutely no butt
at all, was beyond her, but there she was removing her ankle socks which she
balled up and put on top of her jeans and finally her panties that hung in
wrinkles on her non-existent back side despite the side protrusion of her hip
bones. The vanilla colored panties she hung from the chair back. Usually she
wore her slip and panties to bed but her grandmother’s old farm house did not
have air-conditioning and the sweltering August day had given way to a stale
temple throbbing breezeless night. She would have normally placed her panties
‘under’ her jeans out of sight of any one who might happen to walk into her
room, though if brought to conscious attention she would have blushed at her
self to acknowledge that the prospects were remote indeed, but like her slip
they were damp with sweat and she hung them up to dry in the ebbing oven of the
stubborn to cool attic.
Her grandmother’s farm was almost twenty miles as the crow flies from the
nearest city, Phear, Iowa. And along the meandering gravel roads that outlined
the great swaths of corn and soy bean fields surrounding her, only a few
isolated farm houses like her own made up anything like a dotted prospect of
‘neighbors’. Drey moved over to the thin curtains and shook them lightly, as if
to stir a cooling breeze out of them. She was a city girl born and bred and she
was not use to windows not supplying the right temperature or the right view.
These windows were thus broken in her mind, the whole world was broken. The
view beyond the silver glowing pane of paint speckled glass was of bushy tree
tops shivering their collective leaves like millions of tinny cymbals at the
racket of loud swelling seas of crickets and cicadas in the motionless air. How
those giants of over grown weeds could nod and sway about without any
discernable wind creeped her out and she shuddered at the prospects of giant
shaggy headed forest giants wandering the numerous creek draws and fence rows
of long winding stringy unbroken miles of trees and brush that girthed this
weird land.
She thumped her forefinger at the storm screen covering her open window and the
large moths buzzed and fluttered there in odd patches of cryptic dances. It was
an odd place, like living in a nomadic desert of green rolling strip of horizon
under a sky that swelled up into forever. She had been here almost three weeks
and so far met only three people; her grandmother, some guy who farmed the
place for her who was also her closest neighbor and his wife. At this rate of
meeting roughly one person a week she was sure she could meet everyone in the
state of Iowa in about two or three more months tops. She hoped she would not
be here long enough to test out that theory.
She left the window and the Rorschach back yard of lush night hue and clothes
lines and wind chime mimes of overabundant foliage crawling with bugs, and
returned to the center of her bent roofed little room and laid down on her pile
of blankets and pillows on the mattress on the hard bare floor of knotted pine.
She looked up at the barren plaster and lathe walls freshly white and dabbed
with a lattice of shadow and moon shimmer, and closed her eyes to try to sleep.
She was in the mall again in New York City, home. She had just left her parents
at the bank of elevators, rushing to join her friends, egger to shed them,
leaving in an anger that had vanished with her sour mood as soon as the door
had closed, beaming now, almost giddy, almost running. Then the explosions.
Forty dead. Hundreds wounded. Just another terrorist attack. She hadn’t even
gotten a scratch. But her entire world had been killed. All her family, all her
best friends, everyone who mattered to her, everything she knew. Dead, stolen,
for no reason at all.
Drey awoke with a start, covered in sweat. It was too hot and muggy to sleep.
She pushed her damp long tangled red hair out of her face and slid over to the
window sill. The whole thing had been almost two years ago! When would it end?
When would it be over? When would she be free again! She traced her reflection
in the over head sash raised window pane, squishy flat nose, freckles every
where, just like the stars above her now, those at least were incredible here,
she had never known the sky was full of so much stuff. Her blue green eyes
flashed in the gray and black world about her, she only had to hold out for a
couple more years, then… Paris! When she turned twenty one the government and
insurance companies were giving her almost two point six million dollars. Why,
because she didn’t die, she guessed. She thought it was stupid to get paid for
not getting dead, but she couldn’t care less any more. She just wanted gone
from all of this. Until then she had to stay here at her grandmothers, a woman
who she hadn’t even known existed until six months ago. She had wanted to stay
in New York, but that had proved fiscally impossible despite her most
determined efforts. So here she was, now resigned to spending her last school
year attending Phear High School, a senior class of fifty students? She was use
to sharing space with more people than that in a freaking cab! Still everyone
was so painfully nice around here, and at least no one knew her ‘story’, her
grandmother had been cool enough in her old age to understand that much and had
simply said she was staying with her to help her out for a while. She was sick
of being the ‘survivor’ girl in New York, city of millions of strangers and no
where to hide, huh.
Drey stopped tracing her squinty little face and too broad jaw line, and
snapped to her feet, “it’s too hot to sleep,” she murmured and wiggled up the
stubborn aluminum storm screen. With the small screen slid up she had just
enough room to bend and twist her self out onto the sharply sloping asphalt
shingled roof. The gritty tiles where still hot to her bare skin and she
brushed off her knees and hands from the sand like sharp aquarium colored tarry
dust, after first carefully lowering the screen back down to keep out the bugs,
but tucking the larger heavier drapes into the sill so the fine wire mesh pane
wouldn’t lower all the way down and have its side thumb spring catches click
shut and lock her out.
Cautiously, she high wired tip toe walked across the roof until she was clear
of the attic windows small protrusion and then she climbed up the steep peak to
the crown of the three story farm house and surveyed the sights. The high
triangular peak made to shed off the winter piles of snow and ice of the
opposing season, sent thrilling ebbs of heat against her bare feet and in
contrast made her skin feel cool despite the lack of any breeze. The house set
upon a small rolling hill and from her straddled perch Drey could see literally
for miles in every direction. Great carpets of quilted oblong patches stretched
and wove amidst shadows and shades of soft gentle gliding ribbons of trees and
creeks and small silver ponds, but it was the sky that fascinated her. It made
up two thirds of this Iowa world. Everywhere you went the sky of Iowa ruled
supreme. She had never seen anything like it. Three mile long thunder head
clouds prowled up into massy bullish mile high shoulders moved in enormous
herds of thousands across a crystal clear sky. The massy rootless mountain
range slide silently above while liquid lighting without sound flashed within
them and sometimes between them as they rolled ceaselessly over head. Great
canyons and fissures of silent billowing clay they seemed, strata’s of churned
milk butter spun silk and wimpled white and blue and ominous black flesh
hoisting themselves in noble strides amongst a river of depthless stars. So
many stars, they did not look like the scattered bits of salt or diamonds she
had seen on the out skirts of New York City. Here they were rivers overlapping
intertwined and shifting like an ocean full of great luminous sand bars, they
stretched everywhere, she could not make out a single constellation that she
had learned in school. It was impossible. Instead she saw giant fully sculpted
smiling wolf’s head made out of billions of shimmering webs of light and horses
all fully fleshed and sculpted in great clouds of radiant flashing light and
women with limbs that spanned the heavens, rows and rows of them,
constellations of immense size, made out of uncountable stars and it caused her
throat to catch and tears to stream from the corners of her eyes. “My God, the
world is so huge,” she swallowed in her tight throat. “Everything is so big,
and tiny, all at once.”
Dizzy and fearing to fall, Drey tore her gaze from the immensity of the heavens
and shifted herself to look at the view behind her. There in the long shorter
distance of man, she could see the mushroom glow of the near by city of Phear,
Iowa. A winkling of strings of mono colored lights that slipped in and out of
the shadows of short stumpy wooded hills and draws. Named after some guy, she
had been told, a population of about twenty thousand, and her home for the next
‘couple’ of years? Beyond it, out of direct view a red white glow stripped the
horizon, that would be the capital of Iowa, Des Moines, about another forty
miles past Phear, and from her brief drive through after being picked up at
it’s ‘international’? air port, nothing more than a couple of dozen of Phear
size cities loosely congested together around an empty center of nothingness. A
place of nomads indeed.
Drey looked around her again, frowning into the tree lined yard that gave the
lone house its clearing glade feel and rubbed her shoulder. She was indeed a
deeply modest girl, but this was the second time she had climbed out onto her
grandmother’s roof in the dead of a stifling heat wave night in the all
together nude, in just two days time. She had to admit that the thrill of being
naked out doors like this was oddly exciting to her. She found it perplexing
though as she didn’t even like to be in the bath tub for too long as she just
found her naked body uncomfortable. But somehow being outside and naked was
different. Still she didn’t want anyone to see her, not that there was anyone
for miles who could.
Drey, satisfied that no one was possibly about, steadied herself and spread her
arms and legs out in a wide stance upon the roof peak and said her ‘magic’
word. The waves of increasing ecstasy that rose up within her and thrummed
though her body surprised her as they had the last time she had tried this and
as her knees involuntarily locked in near orgasmic pulses she dimly wondered if
she would pitch off the roof before the transformation finished and be found
dead and naked tomorrow morning by the part time mail man who came out once a
week in his beat up farm truck to hand his grandmother bills?
How long the transformation lasted she never could tell. It was a ‘timeless’
thing, but it felt like it took deliciously forever, as her body was wrapt with
blissful ebbing fingers of delight. As before, Drey teetered on the edge of
orgasm for what seemed forever and then slipped back a notch from it and opened
her eyes. Her entire body had been transformed. It was just like the night
before, everything was the same. And this time she was ‘certain’ it was no
dream! She was still ‘Drey’ inside her new body, though the ongoing flow of
powerful arousal made her usual sharp self conscious awareness a bit more slack
and difficult to focus entirely clearly, but she was still Drey. And this time
she felt more comfortable in calling this new body, ‘Drey’ as well! That sent a
slight qualm of unease through her but it was rapidly lost under the spasms of
sexual lusts churning her thighs.
Here was the breast she deserved, large round opulent firm globes that over
flowed and spilled over her hot kneading hands! Here was the long sinuous limbs
and long graceful fingers and the full round swelling hip peach soft cleft
buttocks she longed for! She felt for her thin lips and found them replaced
with full sensuous pillow pouting lips and large wide eyes and a slim jaw line
and Drey laughed, and it wasn’t her normal hesitant dry raspy sardonic chuckle
of self mockery, but a magical four note giggle of song like sweetness. Drey
flushed with joy and drunken wonder as she marveled and inspected her new form.
She frowned though as her slim wrist hand slide over her bald pate, and then
over her equally bare lower region. She even checked her under arms and over
her legs which she hadn’t shaved in several weeks. There was no doubt about it,
no hair at all on this new body, just like last time. She held up her forearm
and squinted at it under probing fingers, even in the moon light she could tell
her new skin was so pale as to have a distinctly ‘bluish’ tint to it, but it
was flawless like polished ivory and devoid of freckles. Still, she pulled her
self up to her new taller height and easily balanced upon the peak on the balls
of her lithe feet, she liked this new body and she loved what it could do! And
with out any hesitation she leapt in a single bound off the edge of the
structure and soared into the crystalline air.
It had been on the third night after her arrival in Iowa, unable to sleep she
had taken a blanket and a flashlight and had gone out to find a nice spot in
one of the near by pastures to lie on her back and count the stars and curse
her existence. She had been apprised of a meteor shower by her grandmother who
listened to a radio that looked like small suit case, and had taken the hint to
get out and get some ‘fresh’ air, despite the air smelling like manure of late.
But the pasture had been recently cut and bailed and everything had smelled of
damp clover and honey suckle and she had smiled despite herself as the stars
flashed in short rapid dewy streaks across the sky. She had been amazed at the
long smears of reds and greens, never thinking falling stars to have possession
of color, and then she had drifted off into a sleep, which had turned slightly
erotic as they often did for her, and she had unfastened her crudely cut off
shorts at her short waist and had let her fingers slide down into her panties
and find her favorite spot and she began to slowly stroke herself in that lazy
way she liked when she was half asleep and slipping on the edge of a dream just
like she use to do on the couch at home on Saturday mornings watching cartoons
in her pajamas while everyone else was still a sleep, and - bam! The little
meteorite had smashed into the ground not a hundred feet from her! It had
nearly given her a hart attack, while simultaneously pushing her over the edge
into a ripping orgasm. Trying to leap to her feet in a fear for startled safety
while being incapacitated by an orgasm had been a novel experience for her,
sending her into awkward confusion and momentary alarm.
She couldn’t remember what had happened next, not clearly, but she did remember
almost distant TV like images of her picking up the tiny little glowing stone
from the little dirt crater and thinking she had dropped it, but then realizing
it had some how melted in her hand, and a single word, her secret word, echoing
in her head.
It had taken her a couple of weeks before she had suddenly remembered the magic
word, and it had occurred when she had stood upon the crest of the house naked
staring up into the stars. She had spoken it and had undergone her first
experience at transformation. Latter she had convinced herself it was a dream,
but here she was transformed again, and it was surely no dream!
As the new ‘Drey’ or ‘other me’, she thought, soared through the upper sky and
the icy blast of cloud tissue, her sexually pulsing mind pondered her new
powers only slightly as a drunk might study a sudden image brought into blurry
focus, studiously but without result or any great concern. The rapture of her
new sexually tingling self made precise introspection or lofty cognitive
thought nigh impossible. She did realize though, that she could only remember
what her magic word was, when she was stark naked, perhaps a difficult problem
if she wanted to transform somewhere where stripping off all of her clothes in
order to remember her magic word would cause her some embarrassing discomfort,
but then, why would she ever want to transform in such a place as that?
As Drey continued to indulge in what she now thought of as her version of a
midnight skinny dip in the refreshing blasts of air currents her sexual reverie
was interrupted by a low wail. She had been looping and swooping in great
swirls of flight when the cry caught her bemused attention and it took her a
moment to pull herself up short and force a focus amidst her pleasure soaked
mind to locate the source of the plea.
It was a small kitten apparently stuck in a tree. She frowned then smirked and
swooped down to hover next to the little feline damsel in distress. She glanced
past the giant moaning rustling oak tree at a small trailer house about a
hundred yards past it and a gravel road immediately beyond that. There was no
lights on and she wondered who might live here and indeed how far and in what
direction she had flown from her own home.
Assured no one was around she whispered in amusement at the small kitten,
“What’s a matter puss? I’m lucky everybody’s asleep, and you’re lucky I still
have one good deed left for today.” She reached out for the little ball of fur
but it meowed weakly and shuddered back a few weak steps upon the branch away
from her. Drey put her hands on her luscious full hips as she hovered in the
air and in a mock pout shimmied at the kitten. “Naughty, naughty pussy.” She
wondered if the kitten actually belonged to the little trailer home or if it
was a stray? Stray dogs and cats abounded every where around here as well as
yapping loud mobs of nocturnal coyotes who often attacked and devoured them.
“Come here, pussy-pussy. What’s a matter, doesn’t anybody want you?” Drey
reached for the little fur ball again and it allowed her to pick up the little
shivering mewing puff or ribs and fast pounding hart. She nuzzled it to her
cheek and it began to purr a little.
Drey wondered if she should return the kitten to the little mobile home trailer
or take it home with her and raise it herself? It was difficult to think with
her own bald pussy dribbling juices down her leg like an uncapped well. She
knew that soon she wouldn’t be able to stand the pressure cooker like bubbling
tension of sexual desire trapped within her body and she would have to give
into the much needed self stimulation to trigger the necessary orgasm. Once
triggered she would be lost in a state of rapture as several magnificent
cascades of climaxes over came her and left her finally, drained and numb and
back in her old body, unable to remember her magic word for several hours no
matter how naked and horny she tried to get herself! She needed to be most
definitely back home before then.
“No one wants the naughty stray little pussy? Oh well, don’t worry my little
pussy I’ll take you home and give you some loving.” And with the kitten
carefully cradled to her breast between her large magnificent cleavage, Drey
soared up into the sky and began to hurry her way home looking for familiar
landmarks in the form of the ubiquitous grain silos dotting the expanse below
her.
Behind her rapidly diminishing form, back in the leafy folds of limbs of the
might oak, wide eyed teen Buck Billings sat mouth a gap in his tree house where
he had been trying to pass the uncomfortable heat wave night. He had been
awoken by a mermaid like siren song of a young woman’s hushed voice from a
fitful sleep and had raised himself up into a seated position rubbing the sleep
from his squinting eyes only to see the large coarse cut window of his old tree
house, now framing the hairless crotch of a beautiful woman who cooed and begged
his speechless self to take advantage of her offered pussy! He had never seen a
naked woman before and he had been struck dumb with wonder at this proffered
sight. By the time he had regained any sort of control over his shaking limbs
she had vanished leaving him spellbound with a painfully throbbing erection! He
scrambled to his feet and half bent over in the low roofed tree house built in
his youth, he leaned out the window in excited exasperation to locate where she
had climb to and promptly fell out of the window and crashed to the sward
below. As he lay dazedly rubbing his aching head and moaning he heard faintly
the wafting cooing of the young girls voice seemingly coming out of the either,
or did he, was it only a midsummer dream?
“Naughty lonely pussy, you need petted all night long.”
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