Chapter 26 - Part 4: It's Always Sunny in Royal Woods: Fun with Pot-pourri [The Luna – Lincoln Affair and Metaphysics Madness ]
Luna walked up the stairs, scarfing down the rest of the brownie ball she prior formed and drinking half her glass of milk. They were the really tall drinking glasses, but she figured Lincoln would have an extreme thirst from the combination of brownies and being extremely high; she read that somewhere.
Passing down the hallway she paused. She could hear rowdy sounds coming from Lynn and Lucy's door.
"Luan is suppose to keep watch of her and make sure she doesn't do anything crazy. Maybe she's in there appeasing her with some wacky sports jig or comedy routine, eehehehe."
Luna walked over and knocked on the door and waited a few seconds.
Nothing.
"Huh...weird. Maybe they can't hear me."
She tried opening the door, but it was locked.
"Well dang, that ain't too good. Hello? Lynn? Luan? Ya in there? Lynn, you gotta be in there at least! Open up Sporty! Checkin up on ya!"
Luna banged on it a few more times.
"Blimey...what's all that racket going on in there? Probably bouncin all them balls everywhere again, haaa!"
Luna reached for one of her earrings, recalling a trick Leni taught her, picking a door lock with it.
"Thank you Leni," Luna said in a sing-song tone, her tongue sticking out as she focused on jostling the lock open. It took a good minute, something Leni would have done in less than ten seconds, but she was still happy she accomplished it.
"Alright sports-high, the heck are you...up...to..." Luna trailed off in a shocked tone as the sites manifested. Lynn was butt-naked, on her knees, acting like she was riding a red boodie board, twirling around on her knees. She had her roller derby knee pads on, twisting and spiraling like a spin top toy. Luna couldn't tell how quick she was spinning; she figured the brownies were really starting to take effect on her mind and degree of perception, but at points Lynn looked like helicopter blades spinning full blast.
For a moment Lynn became an infinite looping blur. Her vision made her become a painted landscape of reds and freckly tanned skin, shifting up and down in retrograde motions.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GET SOME, GET SOOOOOOOOOOOOME!" Lynn cried out in joy, before she began rocking her body back and forth violently, psuedo-twerking her ass around.
Luna could feel her palms and forehead sweating seeing Lynn perform these feats.
"Whoooooa...dude, this is sooooo fucked," Luna mumbled under her breath. Her trip dived down back to reality, and Luna felt her feet locked in place, unable to move. In the corner room Lynn's cell phone was gradually getting louder and louder.
"Heck yeah! HERE WE GO!" Lynn shouted gleefully, twirling more, jumping up to her feet, almost slipping a little from the sweat her body was pouring out. Luna couldn't believe how glossy and freckly Lynn was. She knew Lynn had freckles like her, but seeing them on someone else, and the way they glistened on her frame...it gave Luna some serious pause.
"...maybe I shouldn't have eaten those brownies," Luna thought. She still wondered how Lynn didn't notice her in the doorway.
Lynn then began rocking and twerking even harder as the music and beat got louder and louder a la a speaker Luna got her for her cellphone from a birthday ago. Luna began to recognize it as Lynn ecstatically began singing along with it, grabbing all manner of sports balls and throwing them all over, kicking and hitting them with her fists, feet, baseball bats, golf club, in so many combos.
"Around the world, aaaround the wooooooorld! Around the world, aaaround the woooooooorld! Around the world, aaaaaround the woooooooorld! Around the world, aaaaround the woooooooooorld! Around the world, aaaaround the woooooooooooorld!" Lynn sang as she knocked every rocketing ball flying around her.
"Oh hell yeah! Daft Punk! So glad I got her into their stuff!" Luna giggled, remembering how she gave her a Daft Punk CD to Lynn for her birthday. At first she dismissed the present, before one day Luna caught her secretly jamming hard to the beat of this song.
Luna could feel her body being compelled to twirl too.
"God that beat is sick...fuck it, I got a moment, and this high is makin my feets feel like concrete blocks," Luna huffed with a comical sigh, before by the doorway twirling her hips and ass around like Lynn. She rocked back and forth, not going as hard and fast as Lynn's moves, but made hers more fluid and wider.
"Sporty's got moves and speed, but she don't got an orbit like me, ehehheheeh," Luna laughed, looking at her rocking and twerking ass and hips take in a much larger area. She was virtually bouncing back and forth in the doorway frame like a pin ball.
"Mhhhhhmmmm, bet Lynn wish she had an ass like mine, ha! But...wow...her's is sooo friggin cute...I MEAN NO, her...bloody hell, them brownies are makin me think things...holy shit she's got moves," Luna mumbled, her own twerking slowing down as she was just drinking in the strange sights before.
By some miracle Luna saw not a single one of the balls Lynn was smashing around hit Lucy's side of the room or any of her stuff. None had even headed towards her yet. They seemed to hover in Lynn's relative position like a spiraling cloud of electrons around an atom.
"Spooky's probably got some kinda curse or charm on everything, eheheheh-WHOAAAAAAAA!" Luna yelled, diving down to the floor, nearly missing a stray football and volleyball nearly knocking her right out. Lynn was hitting all sorts of sports balls everywhere even harder while twerking.
"GREATS BALLS OF FIRE! WHOAAAA!" Luna cried out, dropping down and covering for dear life as even more footballs, volleyballs, golf balls, baseballs and tennis balls were ricocheting in every possible direction from her huge smash-hits, bouncing off the walls Lisa had designed for their room to be very squishy and rubbery in exchange for Lynn never rough-housing her again. Lynn's eyes were glued to whatever she was up to, and Luna was terrified to be in here.
She wiggled back out, seeing several of Lucy's bats and Fang fly out at full speed.
"Me too dudes, we gotta fly the fuck outta here!"
Luna shook off the feeling of her feet feeling locked and heavy, and managed to make it out as Lynn cried out, "TSUNAMI RIVER SCOOOOOORE! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Luna slammed the door shut, panting as she got on her shaky legs.
"UHhhhhhhhhhhu...huhuuhuhuhuhhu...duuuuuude, that was fuuuuuuuuucked up. She nearly clobbered me with her balls...hehehe...dirty pun...ehheeh."
Luna looked at the glasses of milk; she couldn't believe her and Lincoln's glasses of milk survived the encounter.
"Note to self...leave Lynn alone when she's higher than a kite," Luna mumbled to herself, "and why the hell was she butt-naked? And man, didn't know she had all dem freckles like me. She's got a lean built little figure and a kick ass abs set, I'll give her that."
Luna cracked her neck, almost accidently spilling the glasses of milk she had.
"Whoopsies! Pffft...of course now they try to spill, not when I get sports balls tryin to bean me left and right."
Suddenly Fang and Lucy's other bats plopped on Luna's shoulders.
"Oh, hey dudes...guessing you want out, right? Hold up," she said, as if she was having a conversation with them. She walked back to her and Luan's bedroom, bats on her shoulders, then opened their window and ushered them out.
"Be free and safe my flying brethren bros!"
Luna walked back down the hallway, moving extra fast past Lynn's room which sounded like a sports rave was going down. She then knocked on Lincoln's door.
"Hey dude, can I come-?"
Lincoln suddenly opened the door at lightning speed, sweeping Luna off her feet and pulled her onto his bed.
"WHoooooaaa doggy lil bro! Where's the fire?"
"You're my fire ya hot, drop-dead rockin angel," Lincoln whispered lustfully in her ear, his face flushed, drool dribbling down his lips. Luna couldn't help but violently blush herself.
"Duuuude, them brownies hit you really REALLY hard," Luna chuckled out.
"Yeaaaaaaaaaah, I think they did, eheehe, I can't feel my toes or my fingers...I feel so light like I'm hovering...I feel so...sooooo...ehheheheheehehehe," Lincoln giggled, falling backwards, slamming his head accidently in the wall.
"Holy crap dude! You okay?"
"Woooooooooooaaaaheehehhehehe, the room's spinning like the milk merry-go-round at Dairyworld," Lincoln mumbled before he began snickering. "Hey Lunaaaaaaaa," he said in a sing-song tone.
"Yes my lil brooooooo," Luna replied in her own sing-song, matching his rythm.
"Luan gave me a joke to tell you a while back...but I can't remember, aahahaAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Pffft, knucklehead, you're all messed up dude."
"Yeaaaaah...but at least I'm messed up with ya," Lincoln gurgled, even more saliva dribbling out. He noticed Luna had the glasses of milk with her.
"Hey, Luna, got-"
"...don't say it," Luna grumbled.
"-milk? AHAHAHAH!"
"Wow, all ya gotta do is get high as fuck and your sense of humor morphs into Luans' to a tee, silly," Luna told him as she gave him the full glass. He tried grabbing it, but kept grabbing at the air just a few inches away. Luna could see in his eyes they were all tranced and dilated out.
"OH! I got one! Hey Luna, ehehehhe."
"Yeaaaaah Linc?"
"What kind of milk does a bee make?"
"...ya got me dude."
Lincoln turned Luna around to face him, then rested his extremely blushed and hot sweating face.
"Boobees, ehehehheehhe."
"Luan's a virus with dem puns, hahaha!"
"Ooooo! This is the one she wanted me to tell ya...I...fuck, hold up, I forgot, give me a second," Lincoln said quietly before getting on his bed, then jumping off. HE looked like he was chasing something invisible around, trying to grab as fast as he could even though in reality Luna just saw in waffle his arms around like spaghetti.
"Duuuuuuuuude, da fuck was in those brownies?" Luna wondered, almost regretting pigging out on the last of them...almost.
"GOT IT!" Lincoln cried out happily, waiving his hand around before smacking his forehead.
"The joke got away from me, but I got it back, nice try joke, ehehehheehe."
Luna just shook her head. She couldn't help at smile at how adorably ridiculous Lincoln was in his state.
"So Luna...are those Space Pants? Cause your ass, is OUTTA this world! AHAHAHHAAHAHHAA!"
Luna gave a lustful wily grin to him.
"Hmmmm...ya mean these old things?" Luna hummed to him, before slowly showing some of her left ass cheek, taking her sweet time to gradually slink down the skin-tight black shorts that she changed into earlier to do the Bob Marley routine for Luan earlier. Lincoln froze like a popsicle, his body rising up in a cartoonishly quick erect posture.
"Hmmmm...seems I got someone's attention?"
Lincoln's left eye twitched as a huge amount of saliva splattered down his chin.
"Ohhh my, what should I do with ALL this?" Luna rhetorically asked, now slipping her tight black shorts down, her dark purple skimpy panties showing nearly everything minus her absolute sensitive areas. She didn't know why she was doing this; her body and mind seemed to drift off to her more sensual side with no problem.
Lincoln moaned out so sensually and intensely it caused Luna to instantly get wet, especially when she saw him sporting his unusually large package through his shorts. Her frothy intense liquids dribbled down.
"Oh myyyyy Linc...I think ya made me get super wet dude...what do you wanna do about that bro?" Luna said with a huge blush. She bent her leg backwards as she rubbed her left foot all over his crotch, using her arch and toes to rub along the length he was sporting.
"Jesus that thing's like as big as my foot dude...huhhhuhuhhuh..."
Lincoln suddenly slipped down to his knees with an intoxicated expression plastered on his face, looking up at Luna's gloriously huge ass. He could feel the lust emanating off her womanhood.
He began reaching out a hand, before stopping.
"I...huhhuhuhu...are you okay with this Luna? Like...with how high we are?"
"I've been craving this soooooooo much Linc...please dude? If you're okay with it?"
With a tiny humbled smile that was lacquered in lust, he reached both hands for her cheeks, pawing and massaging them.
"Ooooooooooh fuck I love that dude."
"I looove this ass Luna. It's the best thing EVER!"
"...and it's yours dude...to do whatever you want with it."
Lincoln paused for a moment.
"...what...whatever?"
"Mhhhmmm...I...I wanted to give you a present at Dairyland today...I got...myself clean for you...if you...if you wanna take mine, since I took yours," Luna said delicately, blushing with embarrassment as she slowly slipped her panties down, revealing both her womanhood and...her other entrance at him.
She saw a huge amount of precum dripping from the openings in Lincoln's shorts.
"I...I...I...I want to...so...sooooo badly," Lincoln said passively as he began to massage and paw around Luna's ass, slowly caressing around her entrances.
"Anything you wanna do bro, I'm yours, forever," Luna huffed, blowing him a kiss, before her mind caught up to her sudden surge of lusty feelings.
"Hoooooly fuck this escalated...but I don't care. I want...I need bro...I need him."
Luna twirled her ass in Lincoln's hands gingerly. He found himself rubbing her ass cheeks like a cat that just had catnip.
"Hmmmm...so what are ya gonna do to me lil bro?"
Lincoln didn't give it a thought. He started kissing and licking around Luna's freckled cheeks, just barely caressing his fingers around her entrances.
"You friggin tease," she chuckled, "I know how to knock ya out in bliss mate," she said, leaning backwards till she had Lincoln's head and upper body pinned between her derriere and his bed, only his arms sticking out. He wiggled one arm back between her thighs and felt up along her front frothy womanhood.
"Huhhuhuhuuhuh," he mumbled drunkenly, Luna suddenly locking his body in place by wrapping her left leg around his upper body to keep him anchored. She felt so shaky and weak from feeling him down there but it intoxicated her so much. She hadn't had this kind of play in such a long time.
"This high...uuhhuhhhuhuh FUCK it's making me feel soooo fuckin horny right now," Luna growled out blissfully, before she cried out hard from a new sensation; Lincoln began to dig his index and middle fingers gradually into Luna as his tongue shot around and in all around her area.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...uhhhhhu god that's soooo awesome!" Luna groaned, her body rocking hard. Her nerves vibrated and her toes curled into Lincoln's floor hard. His did the same as he anchored himself even harder, his saliva and Luna's juices dripping down hard along his facial line.
"JESUS FUCK YOU'RE MAKING ME GUSH ALREADY DUUUUU...uuuuhuhhuhuFUCK LINC...oh FUCK I'M GONNNAAAAAUHAHUAHUHHHHHHHHUH," Luna yelled out in a raspy thundery cry, a huge tsunami of her ejaculate streaming full blast into Lincoln's face. It looked like he was well ready for this because he opened wide, taking almost all of it down in his mouth. Luna was incoherent for at least fifteen seconds, looking back at her pleasure-fluid soaked little brother.
"HOOOOOLY...HUHHUHHHUHUHUH FUCK...uhuhuhhuhu duuuuude...that...that's fuckin kinky," Luna hummed out delicately, panting hard from the violent orgasm that took her over.
Lincoln wiggled through her legs, looked up to her, and opened his mouth wide, showing nearly all her cum she shot out in his mouth, a fair bit dribbling down his chin and cheeks. He had such a lovestuck expression on his face. Luna leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"Hmmmm, my lil brotate loves his girl cum, doesn't he."
Lincoln giggled, sounding a bit like a gargle as he smiled with a huge blushy hue. He looked deep into Luna's eyes hovering just above him before he swallowed it all down in one gulp.
"Hoooooooooooooooooooly fuck dude," Luna said with exacerbated surprise.
Lincoln whipped his tongue around.
"God I was thirsty, eheheheh."
"You kinky little fuck."
"You make the best vanilla milk ever hot thang," Lincoln said, Luna's cum still odorous in Lincoln's breath.
"Looks like ya just went to heaven dude."
"Your milky cum is heaven Luna...fuck it's the best thing ever...huhuhuhuuh...it made me wanna...well..."
"Ye...yeah dude?"
Lincoln gave a sudden nervous, concerned expression.
"Dude?"
"It's...it's still a lil embarrassing..."
"Mate, ya can tell me anything! I love you lil bro, anything."
"I know, it's just...well...I...I like the idea of...well...being your little cum slut boy," Lincoln huffed silently, his expression becoming far more mixed. "I'm sorry Luna! I...fuck, I can't help it! Your looks, your freckles, your rockin frame, your ass, your fit athletic body, your-"
"I wouldn't say I got an athletic body dude, not like Lynns, but I like to think I keep in pretty darn good shape. And dude? I'd be honored to have you as my lil cum slut boy, eheheheheh," Luna whispered in his ear lovingly before pulling Lincoln up to his feet to hug him.
"I love you Linc, you can be anything to me and I'll still love you no matter what. I gotta admit though, being high as a motherfucker is making me still...really...really friggin horny."
"Hahahaha, me too...I...I still never got a chance to...well," Lincoln giggled, looking into Luna's eyes as he gave a smirk, wrapping his arms around Luna's lower back and caressing her cheeks again.
"Hmmmmmm, love your hands down there dude. Whatcha thinkin of doinOH MY GOD UHUHHUHHHU!" Luna cried out in pleasured surprise. Lincoln had secretly lathered his fingers in his saliva and was now fingering Luna's back door intensely.
"Ohuhuhuhhuuh...duuuuude...holy bloody heck," Luna gurgled as she leaned forwards, her panting as Lincoln began fingering her back door harder and harder. It made her whimper and sweat in fear and joy. She was so tight, but Lincoln was being gentle enough to break her in an inch at a time.
"AAAUuughghghg! Dude!...huhuhhhu."
"Luna?"
Luna pulled him off, his fingers popping out of her for a moment; Luna flinched hard and felt nerves rattle her whole body. With shaky legs she leaned backwards and wiggled onto his bed.
"Duuuude, holy fuck I'm tight. I...I dunno if I can take ya. I can barely take your fingers dude, ehehheeh," Luna laughed nervously, fearful Lincoln would take offense to this somehow.
Instead he just gave a very submissive, nurturing smile, walked up to her and kissed her deeply.
"I want you, no matter what my rocker gal. I'm not gonna force you if it hurts."
"...fuck I love you dude. I wish you were 18 so you could take my virginity officially."
"...well...I mean, wouldn't I still be too big for that?" Lincoln said with a cheeky tone, before he slid his shorts down, revealing his whole length to her.
"HOLY...damn, it never really dawns on me how big...whoooaaa..."
"Oh come on, it's not that big Luna."
"...yeaaaaaaaaaaaah...I'm gonna need some serious amounts of lube to even try anal with that."
"Whenever you're comfortable my rock angel, I'm never gonna...press...pressure...ya...whoa," Lincoln said, feeling suddenly light headed, falling backwards into his bed with Luna.
"Dude? You okay?"
"...I...just got lightheaded again...eheheh...hooooooooly shit I'm feeling like I'm about to go to infinity and just...wow, I see all the stars."
"Ya...you need anything? Anything bro?"
Lincoln just pulled Luna next to him.
"I...just want you here with me. I dunno what the hell is about to happen...but I feel like I'm walking on clouds...sooooooooooo weightless I can't feel, and...and somehow I can feel everything that feels good."
"HAHAHAHHAHAHA...damn dude, not gonna lie, I'm getting that vibe too."
"Say...lemme...lemme try something," Lincoln said with a ditzy airy tone, leaning up and getting on his knees, wiggling under Luna.
"Would ya wanna try giving me a massage?" Lincoln asked as he struggled getting his shirt off, now naked, laying on his stomach. Luna couldn't help but let her huge tongue drop out like a lead weight, feeling herself pant from seeing his exposed form.
"Ye...yeah...yeah, of course dude! Lemme just...remember how to...uhuuuuh."
Luna leaned over Lincoln, plopped on his frame, then scooted back to have herself straddling herself around Lincoln's ass. He seemed to have gotten a tinge thicker as of late. He wasn't as round as before, more wide at the hips.
"Hehhheehe...duuuuude? Your hips seem...a lil wider. Especially your butt."
"...huh...well, Lynn has had me spar with her on some self defense stuff...she's making do these...well, squat exercises, burns like hell, along with a few other things."
"Whatever she's doing, have her keep makin ya do them. Hmmmmmm...that ass got suuuuuper cuter...not like it wasn't before, but, hmmmm...it's got a lil more pop and bounce to it now," Luna giggled, feeling Lincoln's slightly puffier and muscularly bouncy ass now. It was just under Lynn's size in terms of roundness and plumpness; she wondered why she made that comparison but just focused on how much more bubbly and freckled it seemed.
Luna leaned her head down by Lincolns, reaching for his neck, rotating his head slightly to kiss him. He seemed to suddenly get really submissive with Luna on top of him. He breathing got heavier, his panting a little heavier and his body much hotter and more yielding.
"Hehe, don't be nervous dude, I'll take good care of you, my lil cum slut boy toy, ehehehe."
"Thank you Luna...huuhuh...you...you can do what...whatever you want," Lincoln felt himself say without realizing it, just noticing he wiggled his ass into Luna's body.
Luna had a lusty grin form on her as her tongue plopped out. She began licking along Lincoln's lips, him opening his mouth to let her in. He let all his control go as he yielded to her huge wandering, salivating tongue. He groaned as she tightened her hips around his body.
"Hmmmm, too tight?"
"Nooo..it...it feels good," Lincoln mumbled out with her tongue still deep in his mouth.
She planted more tongue kisses all over his mouth, then his cheeks and forehead, then pulled his neck up and licked along it. She could feel the pleasured goosebumps form on Lincoln's back.
And inch by inch she progressively slinked her tongue along the back of his neck, then down his back shoulders, twirling in circles all over every inch. Each swirling grade of her long, thick tongue on his body caused him to moan out submissively.
"I got you lil dude, you taste soooooo good," Luna hummed in a sing-song tune, humming a tender melody as she licked all over, getting to his backside. Lincoln gasped hard when she got close.
"I'll skip this spot for a moment, you're still probably a lil sheepish, eh bro?"
Lincoln wiggled his head in agreement before Luna continued down his back thigh, scooting back more and more, till he was at his heels.
And then Luna felt an urge to test something, a wild, gnarly urge to just let this high take her to heights she would never usually go.
She suddenly licked along Lincoln's heel.
"WHOOAAA! HUUGUHGUGH!"Lincoln cried out hard, his eyes bulged from the sensation. He turned his head around to see Luna grabbing both his feet, shooting him an intense salacious smirk, then licked along his arches all while staring at him.
Lincoln almost passed out from how weird this felt, how alien...how embarrassingly tingly, partly ticklish but mind-numbingly good it felt.
"Lu...Lun...Luna?"
"Hmmmm...yeah dude?"
"I...what are ya do...I mean, I didn't think you were into...well..."
"Well, normally no, but...this high's got me all kinds of kinky, ehehehe, and your feetsies are lookin mighty cute to me lil bro," Luna seemed to utter with a now drunken high tone, her eyes psyched out of her mind. As strange as it was, Lincoln was still somewhat slightly more coherent and not as high as Luna, but not by much; both were high, but Luna seemed to get way kinkier than even he thought.
"So...uuuhuhh...you like my...feet Luna?"
"I like every inch of you dude, eheheheheheh," Luna lustfully chuckled before doing something she did once before when both were in the hot tub on Halloween night; Luna playfully bit and nibbled his toes.
"WHOA...I...I dunno if I can take that Luna...hooooooly...huhhuhhuhuuh," Lincoln gushed, fighting how weirdly good it felt.
"Hehe, ya can't take it, can ya. Let's see what else ya can't take," Luna said with a snicker and a pant, scooting back up to his body, twirling her hands around Lincoln's back door.
"Mmmmmm...anything I want, right dude?" Luna asked with a heavy amorous tone, stroking along Lincoln's back door, causing him to squirm in on himself.
"Hehehheeh, I'll take that as a yes?"
"Ye...yea...yes," Lincoln whispered into his half-cuffed hand, another balled near his red-hot sweating face, before he felt Luna's tongue flow along his long member between his legs. He gasped, his leg instinctly shaking in nervousness before something even more intense shook him to his core; while Lincoln was giving a tender blow job with her tongue she began fingering him.
Lincoln lost his breath and ability to breath, digging his hands and feet into his bed, getting stuff for a moment, then felt the tremor of his nerves from down there give off the sensations that made him feel shamefully aroused beyond belief.
Lincoln's left leg vibrated with the depths Luna was testing Lincoln's resolve, and as the seconds passed, with the increasing depths Luna's fingered pressed and dug in, add to her now taking in the very first few inches of Lincoln, her saliva wiping and gelling as lube all over, Lincoln felt that all too familiar sensation about to take over him, only this time it felt infinitely more intense than any prior ones.
"OOooUUUUUUUUUUUHUHhUHHU LUNA! LUNA I'M...I'M SO CLOSE...HUUUHUhuhuhhuhhuuhHUHUUHUH...don't...don't...huhhuh," Lincoln cried out, then with embarrassed shame, he begged out silently, "...don't stop...please...harder..."
And Luna listened, her tongue and mouth bobbing even more as she smashed her fingers, going from two to three, harder and faster into him.
Within moments, Lincoln cried out hard as Luna moaned along with him. Luna felt his body quack as he cried out an unholy moan of pleasure as she felt him shoot a huge amount into her mouth. She backed up, not letting any of his fluids leak just to see him still ejaculate, just for the sake of seeing the sight.
He still kept shooting off, every nerve in his body paralyzing Lincoln as his whole body rocked like an earthquake, Luna enjoying the sight so much she still was fingering him hard to make his orgasm last even longer than expected. And it worked; for a solid twenty long seconds, Lincoln was unable to comprehend reality. It was all a blinding wall of pleasure and orgasmic sensitivity Luna somehow enhanced, aided by the fierce nature of the brownies.
Luna's eyes were focused so intently on seeing how much Lincoln still ejaculated, her mouth brimming hard with a huge load he generated. Still leaking from his pulsating member, she took her fingers out of him to give him a break from the sensations, lean over to her brother's side, and showed him what she did.
He was saturated in sweat, his face red, his hair all messy and slightly scrunched infront of his face; Luna thought it made him look cute, like a little white-haired punk rocker.
"Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude...ya good? Think I pushed you to your limits on pleasure," Luna hummed with a half-full sounding mouth.
"I...fuck me...the FUCK was in those brownies Luna?" Lincoln cried out, alternating between smiling and embarrassment. "I, I enjoyed that WAAAAAAAAAY too much, eheheh...holy fuck...I...I'm all sorts of messed up Luna."
"No you're not lil bro. Ya dig what ya dig, and I dig what I dug, get it? Heheh...Luan would have been proud of that one," Luna chuckled, before letting Lincoln watch her do what he did with her pleasure fluids; Luna gulped it all at once.
"Whoooooa..." Lincoln said with a big happy goofy grin, looking visibly worn and loopy from the experience. Luna looked the same now, feeling her body get weak. She rolled off and plopped between him and his wall.
"Bro, I think we treaded old ground while, god damn, that felt soooooooooooooo rockin –tastic...at least I hope ya felt okay with...what we did."
"I'm...not gonna lie, that felt...holy shit that was mind-blowing. I don't know how much was the drugs or me just...ya know. I...god my mind's like on so many different planes of existence, but...you fingered and rimmed me before...I...I still liked it...hooooly fuck," Lincoln gasped as he found some strength to wiggle close to Luna with a mortified expression.
"Dude?"
"...I like to take it up the...damn it, I'm a friggin-"
"Stop right there," Luna said sweetly, putting a hand over Lincoln's mouth, not the one that was just railing him.
"Mate? Ya like what you like. Don't you fuckin dare think any less of yourself cause what ya like ain't traditional. Fuck, we ain't traditional brotato. Okay?"
Luna nuzzled his neck, wrapping her arms and legs around her smaller tuckered-out little brother to console and cuddle him.
"You...you don't think any less of me for...liking that Luna? Less of a man?"
"Linc, fuck gender roles and shit like that. I mean fuck, we all got kinks, right? Not everything's cut and dry. I mean fuck, I just licked your feet all sensual like dude. I...I didn't know I was even into that shit."
"Maybe those marijuana brownies made us more...well...open Luna?"
"They really made ya more open dude, hehehhe."
"Ha ha ha...funny," Lincoln grumbled, trying to fight off a smile that crept on his face. He did feel like Luna really opened him up down there. She especially hit something in him that made everuthing in his body go numb in pleasure.
"Say, Luna, why did that...well, fingering me like that...being in there that deep, why does that feel so...not "not good?" Lincoln asked, trying to dance around the actual ecstasy he knew deep down he felt.
"I think it's gotta deal with the prostate we all got in there...speaking of which, like I said, if I can get a bit...well, ready, I totally wanna let you do that to me."
"Hmmmmm...goodness knows it's your turn to feel this. It's like...wooow...how much is the brownies and the...whatever marijuana is made of, it's making me feel like a leaf floating in space forever and it's making everything feel sooooo much better...especially cuddling ya," Lincoln sniggered, scooting himself to be kept inside Luna's embrace. She was acting as the big spoon, him the little one, and they both kept silent as they had pleasured, loaded and dazed looks about them, smiling big in one another's physical comfy.
"I love you sooo much Luna, and I'm certain that's not the brownies or the "just being blown or finger-banged" in me talking, eheheh."
"I love you too dude, with all my heart, with all me big thick ass, eheheheheh."
Lincoln wiggled his ass into Luna's lap with a wily grin on his face.
"Careful, if I do more squats and exercises with Lynn, I might get a bum as big as yours."
"...reeeeeeal fat chance of that Linc, ahhahhaahahah!"
Both laughed as Luna tightened her grip around Lincoln, and found herself lulling him and her tweaking mind a set of lyrics and a melody that creeped from the back of her mind; the musical notes of the melody seemed to begin appearing in her closed eyes, walking around and rocking out the key chords and tune. She didn't think of it much at first...until the song seemed to just flow naturally on it's own.
"HOLY SHIT!" Luna roared out, scaring Lincoln half to death and causing him to slide right out of the bed, plopping butt-first onto his floor.
"I GOT A SONG, DARN THING IS TELLING ME I NEED TO WRITE IT!" Luna cheered triumphantly, wiggling out like a drugged out maniac onto her shaky legs. She looked at them for a second, then to Lincoln.
"Don't let me forget, I need ya to give me feetsies a massage; after the tongue job I gave ya I'm pretty sure you can help your older sis with her aches?"
"Sure, sure thing Luna, but...what?"
"No time! GOTTA WRITE THIS SONG OUT BEFORE I FORGET DUDE! IT'S NUMBER ONE CHART MATERIAL! Lennon and McSwagger would be soooo proud...HOLY CRAP, dude, I'll be back in like, five or ten minutes, promise love!" Luna mumbled erratically while ham-handedly slipping her shirt and skimpy black jeans. She leaned down and picked her wobbly drugged brother.
"Don't let me forget! Feet!"
"Feet, got it Luna...uuuh, what, what kinda song is it?"
"I...it's...it's milk of the Gods dude," Luna said, looking up in the sky like she was seeing heaven, twirling her arms for a moment, pretending to conduct the music, before transitioning to pretending she was rocking out hard on her guitar.
"My music sheet notes! I GOTTA WRITE THESE DOWN! SOOO MANY LONG IDEAS AND LYRICS!" She cried out in fear of losing her train of thought. She was about to take off like a bat out of hell, before pausing, looking back at her befuddled brother.
"I love you bro. Ten minutes! Promise! Then I'll be back to snuggles ya! THIS HIGH AND YOUR AWESOME SEX GAVE ME A ROCKIN TUUUUNES IDEA!"
And like that, Luna, bouncing against Lincoln's cabinets and the door frame, closed his door hard. Lincoln just fell backwards and just tried to collect himself, even though he felt far from it.
"Wow...must have been one epic sounding song she made in her head," Lincoln thought, wondering what kind of song it was going to be. Judging by the way she hummed and the few notes he picked up, it was something rock-like; it had to be.
Lincoln felt his heartbeat rocking his whole body. The beats were so loud and reverberating he could feel it from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes, the soles of his feet, his chest pumping out like a jack rabbit running a marathon. His vision, his breathing, it felt like it was curving at weird angles. He was still on his orgasmic high, but it felt like the other high was taking the reins again. But he couldn't deny, this orgasm and reaction to what he and Luna did was one of his most intense times, probably only rivaled he thought, when he first grinded Luna when they confessed, when they first had kinky erotic times in the hot tub on Halloween night, and the next day when Lisa doused them in aphrodisiac chemicals.
Something was vibrating, and vibrating hard.
"What the-"
He looked around; he dug in the plastic baggy he had his cellphone in; nothing ringing, though he got a series of texts from Clyde hours ago and it seemed to finally just pop on.
"...stupid cellphone. Ah man, I need to get back to him as...whoooooaaaa, ehehheeehhe," Lincoln chuckled, for some reason having a laughing fit come out of nowhere.
"-right after I'm done being higher than Bill Gate's income gains, eheheheeh...globalization...ehhehe...corporate capitalism...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...oh my god! Those documentaries Lori made me watch with her are making me laugh at the social order...wait...wha-"
Lincoln paused, looking up in the air like he had an epiphany.
"What...what if this whole...social order is nothing but...a fabric...a network that's ruled by...the man, but at the end of the day...it won't matter...because how tiny we are...maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan...that makes soooo much sense."
Lincoln had this thought engulf him, his vision suddenly seeing strands of red velvety wire spread out from nothingness, and the world and all it's people, rich and poor, celebrity and no-name, all showing some form of connection. Lincoln fell backwards on his bed, feeling like he was on a rollarcoaster of seeing the truth, all flooding his mind at once."
"Cruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuud...we...we're...all...connected...everything is connected. It's...it's all an illusion that we are just...just...just...alone"
The red velvety wires then shot from people to buildings, forests, animals, insects, violent speeds and yet so slow he could process and see all the possible connections happening at once. The G force in this vision was making him shoot backwards like he was launched in a Space Shuttle.
Then the red velvety wires shot into the atmosphere, the Earth, all the water bodies he ever heard and never heard of, into volcanoes, into the depths of the deepest parts of the oceans, to the inner mantle and core, all the way to the electromagnetic field.
Then something really spooky rattled Lincoln; the view he was seeing all this blurred into an ever-inclosing space around Earth with all those red velvety wires, like Earth was all by itself. He saw it disappear in the pure blackness of space.
"Nothing...nothing matters...we're all...we really are all alone, like...forever..."
But the wires, few and far between, but some visible ones, shot from under and around him to the Earth, and then he flung backwards faster than light speed, speeding through the Milky Way galaxy, then bouncing what seemed like forever from one galaxy to another, and in all that time, seeing and visiting thousands and thousands of different planets, some nowhere like Earth, some like Earth, alien species, some nothing he would never imagine, some he thought he drew and sketched when he was little, the eerie feeling like almost anything that was possible and yet incomprehensible to the mind, was manifesting in his trip through the universe.
Then he swirled to the very deep edges of the Universe. Lincoln felt his body split into trillions upon trillions upon trillions, all swirling at the never-ending edges, popping up in white holes, twirling through black holes and popping right out, into other universes through those white holes. He felt himself traversing the very fabric of space and time, still seeing all those other universes and doing it for what seemed like forever...until...
All that he was began to shrink down to a collection of bubbles, tiny little bubbles that were morphing off one another, popping, blowing up, growing and shrinking, ever fluxing in endless expansion, and it all seemed to be made out of strings; this whole infinite range of bubble landscapes was also vibrating; tiny, fibrous strings swirled all around them.
And all the infinite number of Lincolns that seemed to split and deviate to explore those respective universes began to amass into a singular, ungodly sized uniformed version of Lincoln, looking as average in his white shoes, orange shirt, blue jeans, with a peaceful look on his face. Lincoln had such a zen expression planted on his face; behind him and the bubble landscape he was surrounded by became a pulsating light show of purples, reds, seafoam green and yellows, and the colors seemed to swirl around Lincoln in an all-ever encompassing field, melding into one single force field. It seemed like some time later a shot of dark swirling energy shot into him from way above and disturbed the mix, before it too melded, altering the color. Soon other colors, greyish charcoal, greyish salt and pepper whites, oceanic blue, a slightly darker seaform green that had streaks of fiery burgundy in it, and even some tannish and clear crystal like rippling colorations, all fed into this god-like Lincoln being and melded in his force field, all acting in force, in tandem, in conjunction and in harmony with one another, not just protecting him but his field or orange protecting it as well, a symbiotic relation, all twirling and rippling with a bright glow of all the various colors. The bands of colors seemed to twirl and glide not only around Lincoln, but around each other, some glowing brightly, some gushing, some shooting bolts and sparks, some spinning and making light shows.
But it felt like harmony; Lincoln felt such harmony and peace and content and happiness he never thought was possible, surrounded by all these beings that loved him. It felt like the colors seemed to slightly orbit around the rather dark dominant purple, but the purple orbited all the other colors and Lincoln the most, like it was the central guide or source, but that it never overpowered or dominated, but complemented, protected and brightened the others. Something unique to the purple, Lincoln cooed in his mind, it felt so strange and yet familiar. A minor vein of some melody on rock guitar that had the whispy, raspy moans of "Respect the Wind" echo around him.
"I love you all, sooo much," Lincoln found himself saying, as tears the size of the bubble universes around him pouring out of his eyes. And then the colors began to manifest in beings all around him, holding hands...familiar voices mostly, some not so familiar, and some he never heard before, but all cooed to him in reply, "we love you too Lincoln."
Only one seemed to be really apparent; the purplish hue person had gigantic heavenly angel wings that reached all the way back to the infinite landscape.
"Luna," Lincoln mumbled, Luna floating down in her multiverse glory.
"I got you bro, we all got you," Luna hummed into his face, then the others slowly manifesting more into visible beings. He could only see their lower bodies beginning to manifest, all with various sorts of wings, angel-like, barbed, bat-like, bee-like, moth-like, bird-like. Just as their faces were about to manifest...
The colors, the beings, the everything, swirled into Lincoln, and suddenly the vision blurred out into a sense of falling at speeds trillions of times faster than light. He became a blurring echo that popped on and off, falling out and shooting into way beyond the bubble landscapes all around, into a rippling black landscape...before spinning around several times, finding a sense of gravity again, his feet smashing though what felt like paper...and landed with a thud on some carpet, tan-creme carpet.
"OW...crudstones what the hell-" Lincoln groaned. He felt his body feeling like itself, not all magical and beyond mystical capacity.
"Where the heck am I? This is...this is a room...nice movie collection," Lincoln said, looking at the side of this rather small room; it was a ten foot by twelve foot room. To his left was the movie collection that caught his eye; a smorgasbord of Godzilla, old movies, sci fi, things he loved to watch, especially the movie Total Recall, the old one he preferred over the new one, positioned in a place that made it always visible in sight.
In the other corner was a massive bookshelf with perhaps two-hundred textbooks, on all manner of science, politics, economics, social sciences, but Lincoln instantly saw a lot of these were Geology and Earth Science books.
"Huh...that's actually pretty cool, and oooooooo! Lots of Astronomy and Space books. Who's this?" Lincoln thought, reading up close to the top shelf which only had the only fiction books. "Arthur C. Clarke? Isn't he the science writer who wrote that 2001 movie?"
Lincoln kept looking around, though there wasn't much; a small closet that had a bunch of folded clothing and a keyboard, upper shelves in the closet with more books, a deluge of things looking like they were packed there for the heck of it.
"Okaaaaaaaaay...this is spooky. Where the crud am I right now? It's a room...looks like a regular room, even with all these cool movies and book, but...hey...HEY!" Lincoln yelled out, seeing someone on the bed; it was a young white dude, in his mid twenties on his laptop, legs folded, a container of vanilla milk on his desk next to his bed, some lindor white chocolate truffles, a slice of coconut pie white a ton of cinnamon flavored whipped cream soaking the sweets.
"Hello? HELLO?" Lincoln yelled out even louder, but no response. The young man was typing away at a moderate speed, his face laced with a concentrated but content expression.
"Excuse me, sir?" Lincoln called out, tip-toeing closer; he instantly saw the young man didn't have a bed frame, just his mattress on the ground; dark marks behind him seemed to be the marks that his pillows made on the rather worn down wall.
Lincoln saw him suddenly twirl his face and crack his toes, then cracking his neck.
"Maaaaaaaaaaan I'm bushed, but I need to jam another thousand or so words out...sooooo much I still gotta cover if I wanna get this out. Sorta wonder James, Richard and Marc will think when they see me pull this one, ahahahahahahahah!"
"Richard? James? Marc?" Lincoln asked. He walked a bit closer to look at him directly. Lincoln tentitively walked even closer to tap his shoulder. He looked rather bulked, sizable arms but nothing too crazy, a huge muscular chest that gave him a bearish strength quality, and a tinge of chub on his rather leaned abdomen.
"Gaaaah, my friggin feet; last time I ever agree to be back up cart dude, damn job sucks," he complained, looking at his feet and rubbing them. He put his laptop to the side to try and give them a good popping; Lincoln couldn't help but take a sneak peak at the screen and read a bit of what he was typing, on a Word Document.
~But the wires, few and far between, but some visible ones, shot from under and around him to the Earth, and then he flung backwards faster than light speed, speeding through the Milky Way galaxy, then bouncing what seemed like forever from one galaxy to another, and in all that time, seeing and visiting thousands and thousands of different planets, some nowhere like Earth, some like Earth, alien species, some nothing he would never imagine, some he thought he drew and sketched when he was little, the eerie feeling like almost anything that was possible and yet incomprehensible to the mind, was manifesting in his trip through the universe.
Then he swirled to the very deep edges of the Universe. Lincoln felt his body split into trillions upon trillions upon trillions, all swirling at the never-ending edges, popping up in white holes, twirling through black holes and popping right out, into other universes through those white holes. He felt himself traversing the very fabric of space and time, still seeing all those other universes and doing it for what seemed like forever...until...
All that he was began to shrink down to a collection of bubbles, tiny little bubbles that were morphing off one another, popping, blowing up, growing and shrinking, ever fluxing in endless expansion, and it all seemed to be made out of strings; this whole infinite range of bubble landscapes was also vibrating; tiny, fibrous strings swirled all around them.~
"Hoooooooooooooooly shit! That's...THAT'S WHAT JUST...I think that was my whole trip...I'm pretty sure I was suuuuuper fucking high, like new age high for that to happen," Lincoln thought, his eyes wide open, seeing how spooky it looked like what just happened to him seemed to be nothing but text written by this young man.
And suddenly...the young man was looking smack-dab in Lincoln's eyes, his own shocked beyond belief, just finally managing to pop some sore tendons in his sore feet.
"Jesus titty fucking christ! Lincoln? Lincoln Loud? Are, are you literally here right now?" The young man asked, now shuffling from his legs to his feet, standing up next to Lincoln. Lincoln saw how tall he was; he absolutely dwarfed Lincoln in size; he was as tall as Leni Lincoln noted.
"Uuuuuuuuh...hi," Lincoln squeaked.
"Whoa...the fuck is going on? How are you here?" The young man thought, "it's...it's suppose to be just a fanfiction! Is someone playing a messed up prank on me?"
The young man looked around, as if the corners had a hidden camera.
"Lincoln? You are Lincoln Loud, right?"
"Uuuuugggghh...yeah...I think I am...I'm pretty sure I am...but who are you?"
"I'm, well, I'm a fic writer...holy crap, are you the Lincoln Loud in my story?" The young man asked, inspecting Lincoln's overall look and demeanor.
"Whoa...what do you mean?"
"Like, did you just have an out-of-body experience dude? And you're still really, really fucking high right now?"
"...yeaaaaaah...yeah I am and did, but how the heck do you know that?"
"Cause...I...I wrote ya like that. After you and...well...Luna...ya know," the young man said with a huge blush forming on his expression.
"...this is sooooo spooky...so...hold up, my head is way off it's rocker," Lincoln said with alarm, grabbing his head and feeling some major metaphysical implications hit him.
"So let me get this straight, uuuh...whoever you are, you're saying everything in my life right now, my being, my family, my entire reality...is a fuckin fanfiction?"
"Well...it's based off a cartoon..." the young man trailed off with a stutter. He showed Lincoln a copy of the "Loud House" cartoon logo and show, all his siblings and him on the DVD cover in the top of the DVD stack he didn't see among the movies.
Lincoln's breathing stopped; he took several steps backwards and fell square on his butt, staring into nothing.
"My whole life...is a cartoon...a damn...fucking cartoon..."
"...well, it's actually my take on the adult themes that could happen if certain things happened and how that could cause a series of chain events...but yeah, it's based off the cartoon, so...yeah," the young man said with a trailing tone, "and...I dunno how or why you're here right now. This is...some supernatural or Rick and Morty level shit right here."
"...you're...you're my God basically," Lincoln mumbled into a balled fist, his body shaking from the realizations. His entire everything, all that he was, his flaws, his abilities, his sisters, parents, his life, everyone's life from where he came from...it came from this young man and his laptop somehow.
Lincoln just held his arms together and shook hard from the deep metaphysical implications he just tripped in.
"If...if it's any conselation Lincoln, I, I think I may be a simulation too. There's no way I'm a God, and I don't know if I have a God or not."
Lincoln looked into the eyes of his maker; not his literal biological maker, but, he existed it seemed as purely a narrative protagonist for this young man, his whole family, his whole...everything.
"Ummmm...can...can you answer me one thing for me?" Lincoln asked in a trembling tone. The young man looked alertly and as nurtingly as he could even though his expression was pure alarm and terror.
"Yeah, yeah dude, I mean Lincoln, Mr. Loud."
"Please...please be honest...whatever your name is..."
"My...my profile name is TotCall720 on where I put your story..."
"...okay...so...TotCall720...is everything going to work out?"
"Ye...I plan on it?"
"So you mean you are going to make sure no one I care about gets hurt or...killed? Any of my loved ones?"
"...I'm gonna level with you Lincoln. After this, I don't know how this story is going to go. All I can promise, is that you will find happiness, those you love will find happiness, you and Luna will be a thing...and dude? I'm sorry for making you...well, fall for your sister...a fucked move on my part."
"I'll say, that's my sister TotCall720. I mean, how would you feel?"
"Yeah...except she's...well, never mind, just...you can hate me forever Lincoln, but I just wanted to see how I could take this story, test waters, and ...well, I'd like to think that, even if I wasn't there, and I didn't set these stages, you would have fallen for her...though I could be wrong about that too. I'm not infalliable after all," the young man said with a nervous chuckle.
"...no...no, you're right. I...as messed up as it is TotCall720...I think I would have fallen for Luna no matter what, I mean...I dunno how things could have played out. I wanna believe I would have. It's sorta weird...am I just like...predetermined because you're writing me like this? Like I'm already all set to love her because you wrote me like this? Like I'm just some fucking pixel on a computer screen?"
"...holy shit, that's deep Lincoln, I need to jot that down," the young man said, pulling out a small paper pad from his pocket and a pen. He gave a sheepish smile to Lincoln.
"I'm a bit old-school; got a bad memory mate."
"Wooooow...you talk a little bit like Luna too," Lincoln mumbled, seeing some of his sisters in him.
"Well, I like to think like, I'm literally on the far side of the moon, otherwise it's no fun being Luna-eeyy, ahahhhahaah, get it?"
"...dude! This is fucked! You're like my sisters all wrapped up in one!"
"Well...maybe...but I've seen your cartoon series in my reality enough times to sorta...well, acclimate and become who guys...well, mostly gals and a few guys, eheheheh."
"So you sorta pretend you're us?"
"Yeah, in a way Linc. It's...surreal, but I gotta switch gears in my head, psychologies, and just feel and get a vibe for how you call talk and feel and react. It's sorta cool. I channel what I know from the show to see how good I am. I'd like to think I'm pretty decent. So, in a weird way Lincoln? You and your sisters are really like, even though imaginary in a strict sense, are far more real and I think, maybe self determining than we realize, at least I like to think that. You're a fanfiction, yeah, like... among thousands upon thousands of versions and stories based on your show. I'm just one of those people exploring some themes and seeing how it works all out...and I promise you, it may be bumpy...well, really bumpy, but you'll all be together."
"...all?"
"...ah fuck me, I said too much. But, Lincoln? I'm sorry ya found out all this...I dunno if any of this is real myself. Like I said, I don't really believe it myself. For all I know I could be dreaming this up or just...ehehee...this "me" right here is not the real me, but a stand-in me for the actual writer, so I'm actually just a puppet for a bigger puppet."
"...I think you wrote those dope brownies to be a little toooooo good TotCall720," Lincoln said with a hardy laugh. "So...even though you're writing my story, my...character, and my family's character are coming from a cartoon, and that's dictating you? So...our show is in a way leading you based on them?"
"...yeaaaaah...basically."
"So...I could have fallen for Luna even without you...well, setting all those other things to happen, right?"
"Well, I think so. Anything can happen if given the right circumstances. The universe is, I believe, a crazy place...you're living proof of it right here! I mean, da fuck is a fictional character I wrote coming out of nothing and talking to me right now!? HA!"
"Yeah! Seriously! You had to have written that TotCall720!"
The young man suddenly looked into his laptop very quickly. He scrolled through several huge document tabs; Lincoln, next to him, saw several of the chapters that would actually be the makeup of his reality, just some sparing views but the Luna-Lincoln events, the Halloween event he saw in the corner.
"Hoooooooooly shit...dude...thanks for that by the way."
"No problem, I love hot tubs!"
Lincoln and the young man had a nice long hardy laugh at the absolute metaphysical absurdity of this situation. Lincoln suddenly looked over to the book case; a book called "The Clitoral Truth: The Secret World At Your Fingertips" suddenly fell onto Lincoln's foot. He picked it up and got the gist of what it was, much to the young man's blushing embarrassment.
"So...gonna take a wild guess...this is why I get all hot and heavy over girl jizz?"
"...more or less," he uttered quietly. Lincoln then saw the sweets on his desk table next to his bed. The vanilla milk looked like a dead ringer for a certain rocker girl.
"...gonna take another wild guess dude, the vanilla milk is my Luna?"
"...more or less..."
"The way you wrote her, definitely more," Lincoln said, an airy tone leaving his throat, before he looked curious at the rest of the deserts.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhm...TotCall720? Who are the rest of the flavors? Am I just falling for Luna? Or...and what's with me liking all that freaky kinky stuff with Luna?"
"...I plead the fifth," he stuttered quickly, suddenly pulling out a Godzilla Compendium book.
"HOLY SHIT! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED THIS" Lincoln cried out in joy.
"It's yours!" The young man said with a nervous smile, trying to misdirect, before muttering under his breath, "it's just the tip of the iceberg."
"Maybe this is all happening in my head," Lincoln thought, "I mean...me being a fanfiction; I did have a bunch of dope brownies. This could be my brain just really playing one hell of a mind fuck on me. I mean, me meeting you, the author? That's sorta fucked up, no offense."
"None taken. It's happening in someone's head...the question is, whose head is it?"
"...and better yet, whoever's head it's happening in, is any of it real? Or is it all just a fake simulation?"
"...WHELP, that's enough of this shattering of my realities for a day. I need to bounce back to wherever the fuck I'm from and just be happy there. Ignorance is bliss and I have a lot of people I love in my lil realm ya made for me and guide.
"Yeeeah, you do have a lot of people you love...some you might realize ya like more than previously thought," the young man snickered.
"What was that? That sounded reaaaaaally cryptic."
"Nothing! Nothin at all Linc."
"Hey...hey, wait a second TotCall720...what...what the fuck was up with Mary?" Lincoln asked, now looking more pissed.
"...ya know what? Never mind, I rather not go down that road again and all the fucked up emotions and implications...just...fuck, it was nice meeting ya, but...yeah, let's leave on good terms while I'm still...fuck dude, Mary...and you nearly took Luna from me TotCall720, that's fucking fucked!" Lincoln growled, starting to see the potential logical pitfalls if this was happening like it may have seemed.
"Now...now to my defense Lincoln, all that was in the context of you being nothing more than literary pieces of fanfiction and them as well to show themes and ideas. I'd never write that crap if you were real people and I had that level of power."
"...yeaaah...I...I can sorta see what you mean...I don't like it at all, not one fucking bit, but, you're not the type to do that purposefully...I mean, it's still fucking horrible because I and my reality had to go through it...Mary, the tornadoes..."
"Yeah...I'm sorry Lincoln...holy shit...wow, I suck."
"Well, you didn't know...just, try to take it a bit easier, ya know? It's not just my life, but everyone's lives down there you got on your laptop...say, quick question TotCall720. Donald Trump, is he just uniquely President in my reality?"
"Nope, afraid not. He's actually our president in my reality too."
"Wow...but, he changed post some huge disaster or series of disasters, like all the news is talking about in my reality, right? You had a Detroit?"
The young man just stared at Lincoln with a plain expression. Lincoln understood.
"...so no...wow, I thought you were an ass for letting him be president in my reality, but...damn, nothing redeemable in yours mate?"
"I wrote him like I did in your world cause I wished he could have had one of those moments, so count your fortune I made your version redeemable. I wish ours was."
"I...I think it's best if I go back to my own realm Tot...thank you again...I dunno if my whole outlook is gonna change or if I remember this...weird exchange, but...ah damn it! How do I get back?"
"Don't worry Lincoln, I'm gonna test something to see if I can make that happen," the young man said, pulling his laptop over and putting his legs in a pretzel as he wrote, "and also know, other people have had a hand in helping me with this story in how it goes, so it isn't uniquely me that's like a pseudo god, and I hope ya don't think of me as a god Linc."
"Never," Lincoln said with a wink, "ya wrote me not to really believe in them, ahahahahah!"
"Touche dude, ahahahhaah! Now...you take care buddy; I know ya will cause I'm gonna... ~and Lincoln suddenly and elegantly with no negative affect to his person nor anyone else, found himself hovering up into the portal with which he came through...floating through everything in time and space beforehand in the blink of an eye...now as a phantomish spirit or aura hover over his body that was passed out on his bed, his familiar bed in his familiar room, his clothing still strewn about, but his room looking more homelier than ever...his aura phased back in his passed out body.. ~"
Lincoln gasped awake, his eyes wide, feeling his naked body, his nerves and mind still rocked with being higher than belief, but he felt some security in being back in his bed.
"Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooly fucking fuck! That was the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me, hands down the...what the,-" Lincoln said, hearing and feeling those intense vibrations again.
He put his hands on his bed, then on his legs. It felt unusually close, like, he was making them without realizing he was making them.
"Where the hell is that vibration coming from? It's like...is it coming from my body?"
Lincoln felt up his legs, groin, belly. Just as he got to his chest, he felt subtle vibrations and ripples. He inches his hands slower and slower up along his shoulders, up to his neck, right around his throat. It was vibrating, not painfully at all. It actually felt really good, but it surprised him.
"...what the crudstones is going on? It feels like my throat is...purring...like a kitty!"
Salutations everyone! I intended for a longer chapter but some seriously AWESOME stuff has been happening to me so I delayed yet again. I was gonna post this on Dec 26th, which would have been the 2 yr anniversary of this fic, but, better late than never, by 2 days LOL. A hypersexual friend can do that to you LOL. Also wanted to make this two yr anniversary chapter more geared towards a Luna-Lincoln dynamic since that's what started it all. So again, thank you so much for sticking with my fic, I love you all, and please, let me know what you think of this chapter. I decided to get really sensual, metaphysical and trippy in this one. Lots of implications if you can read into it. Bring on them reviews, and if you got questions shoot me a message. Don't be a stranger!
And here's to a glorious 2019, where we may all strive to improve ourselves and open ourselves to new experiences, new friends, keep our families, keep our loved ones close to our hearts, and let us strive to be kind and give mauling polar bear style Leni Loud huggies and cuddles! CHEERS EVERYONE! LIVE LONG AND PROPSER! More to come!
~TotCall720, Dec 28th, 2018, early morning XD