A/N: Written for the Back To Klok Prompt Rare-a-thon over at LiveJournal. I chose the prompt that asked for some Molly/Anja action, with a side of Toki and Pickles walking in on it. I tried out a new style of writing on this. I kinda like it. So yeah, warnings include: middle-aged lady sex, highly disturbed metal gods, one mechanized therapist, and one author on a rocket ship straight to Hell. Read, review, and enjoy!

~Larien~

"Trust me, Anja. This will really help ya find yer sexy side."

Molly gently places a kiss to Anja's trembling lips. She reaches around to slowly unzip the drab fabric covering the Norwegian woman's frail body. Anja lets out a small whimper, but otherwise remains silent. The Wisconsin woman kisses her way down Anja's neck as she pushes the dress off of her shoulders…

"Hey, Pickle, you ams seens my moms?" Toki asks, chewing on his bottom lip.

The drummer looks up from the television, noting the nervousness in the younger man. "Yeeuh, she's in my mahm's room. All our mahms've been helpin' yer mahm git back ahn th' datin' scene. They're prahbly paintin' each other's toes er somethin'."

"You comes with me, pleases?"

"Uh…Sure, I c'n do that." Pickles stands and leads Toki through the hallways of Mordhaus…

Both women are fully undressed. Molly has a Norwegian breast in each hand. Her mouth is busy licking and nibbling on Anja's stomach, working her way lower. The Norwegian woman was younger than her appearance led others to believe, and Molly had been positively delighted when she had learned this. When she nips a hip bone, Anja bucks her hips up and cries out softly. A faint blush has painted itself across her face. Molly shimmies down to gain better access, coating two fingers on her right hand with her own spit. She gently works them into Anja, green eyes watching to gauge her reaction. Anja's face contorts in bliss. Molly lowers her head and allows her tongue to work its magic…

Having once walked in on his parents having sex, Toki hangs back from the door. Having never even thought that his parents had ever had sex, Pickles barges into the room. As he gazes at the pale, naked, feminine bodies on the bed, one hovering over the other's nether regions, time seems to slow to a near halt.

A lone female voice cries out in ecstasy. It is soon joined by two male voices crying out in horror…

Doctor Jonathan Twinkletits spent the two weeks following his Christmas vacation counseling two deeply disturbed death metal gods.