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Eclair Chips

A Sorcerer Hunters Epilogue

Step Three: The Hero

by

C M Forde









Eclair stared up at her ceiling, she had never noticed that it was so interesting before. Why did it have those little white bumps on it anyway? Of course, what she was trying to do was keep her mind off of the immediate problem at hand. She was lying on the floor of her living room, naked, with a beautiful blonde woman, also naked, cuddling her. This was most definitely not part of her original plan for the evening. Though, to tell the truth, it hadn't been a bad evening overall. She looked at Senti, who had her eyes closed and was nuzzling into her shoulder. Who knew that a tongue could be such a versatile instrument? The other woman looked up at Eclair with a grin, "Was it good for you?"

Honestly, no matter how much Eclair wanted to, she couldn't say no. That had been one hell of a strange trip, but she couldn't say it had been an unpleasant one. Why had she let this woman kiss her? Boredom maybe, an easy way to get out of the tedium her life had taken a firm grasp of. She still didn't think of herself as a lesbian, and to tell the truth she didn't have any real feeling towards this woman who had just been places that no one else ever had been, but she couldn't deny the fact that this had proven to be a very enlightening experience to say the least. "Yeah... You?"

Senti nodded, "You really seemed to get into it after a few seconds. And I can't believe you found that spot on my back, that was amazing."

Eclair shrugged, feeling pretty proud of herself. She was new at this lesbian thing, but apparently she was pretty damn good at it. "Yeah, well us Mochas are known for our skills in bed as well as our perfect physical condition." That was a lie, but it made her feel better. If there was one thing Gateau wasn't known for it was his bedroom antics, the steroids had pretty much nixed that whole thing. She suddenly frowns at this thought, a very disturbing realization making its way into the forefront of her mind. "Gateau!" As if on cue she heard the front door being unlocked. Her brother was home. Eclair sat up immediately, Senti seeming to be in as much of a hurry as Eclair was herself. Well, at least the woman was sensible, trying to explain to Gateau why you were in a room with his little sister while you're naked isn't exactly the best idea, male or female. Eclair shoved the blonde into her room quickly, Go! Hide in the closet or something!" Senti did as she was told and Eclair slammed the door behind her just as Gateau came through the door.

The large man stopped in mid step, looking at his little sister for a moment in confusion before quickly turning away. "Eclair! What are you doing naked? And why the hell do you look so scared?" He had his hand covering his eyes, but it was obvious that he had seen enough to get the general picture of her state of mind. Not good.

Eclair's mind was running in overdrive trying to figure out an excuse as to why she would be naked, sweaty, flushed and scared all at the same time. "I was looking at myself naked and practicing my pose! Yeah, that's it! I've been doing it all night, I worked up quite a sweat. And...umm...I'm scared because I thought you were a burglar! Why the hell didn't you knock?"

"Because it's my house! I didn't know I had to knock on the door of my own house!" He was screaming too, the stress of the situation had apparently gotten to him too. He was panicking in a completely different way than his little sister. "Get some clothes on for God's sake!" Eclair took this moment to hide in her own bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. That had been close, good thing her brother isn't exactly the sharpest pencil in the box.

She stepped into the room a little further, it seemed like no one was inside, all was quiet. She had half expected to find Senti laying on the bed painting her fingernails or something else that casual, it suited her personality, but the woman was nowhere to be found. Eclair risked a whisper, "Senti?" The blonde's head poked out from under the bed.

"Is he gone?" She looked very nervous, and she had a right to be. Gateau was a huge guy, and Eclair had no doubts that he'd snap the woman in half if he had even the faintest thought that she was in here. At this though Eclair cringed, what would her brother say if he found out she had had sex with another woman? He probably wouldn't care, her having sex with anyone was about the same to him, he was way too protective.

"No, he's still out there. Don't worry, he'll be heading to bed pretty soon." She looked at the clock on her bedside table and blinked in surprise, it was already two thirty in the morning. The lesson had started at about five... Holy crap they had been at it for over seven hours! Eclair was stunned, she didn't think it had been that long, maybe an hour or so at the most. She must've enjoyed that a hell of a lot more than she had thought she did. Then, she caught some movement out of the corner of her eye. There was someone at the window! She spun around to see a little chubby face pressed against the glass, beady little eyes staring at her naked body and tongue licking his lips. Eclair trembled in rage, at first she thought it had been Carrot, but even Carrot wasn't that weird looking. Her first reflex came to pass, and her clock went sailing through the window, smashing the voyeur's face in the process.

"Ack! My noth!" Eclair froze, she knew that voice, that lisp. "Geevth! Geevth she broke my noth!" A small man with a huge fuzzy moustache suddenly appeared at he window, helping his master up.

"Master Potato! Are you alright? Look at Geeve's ding a ling and feel better!"

"Agh! Geevth what are you doing?!" The young Master Potato Chips suddenly scrambles through the window in a mad rush to escape the crazy old geezer behind him. "You! Help me! Thave me, he'th trying to moletht me!" He leaps up into Eclair's arm and buries his face in her chest like an ostrich trying to hide. Eclair's hand tenses into a fist and suddenly blasts the pear shaped kid into the far wall with a resounding thud.

Gateau, of course, chooses just this moment to burst into the room like any over protective older brother would do. "Eclair! Are you alright? Is someone trying to rape you?" The secen is quite disturbing, Eclair standing naked in the middle of her room, Potato stuck headfirst in the wall scrambling to loosen himself from the plaster, and Geeves standing on the window sill with his pants down and everything hanging out and blowing in the wind. Senti by now had ducked her head back under the bed. The older Mocha stands in the doorway for a moment with a confused look on his face, hand still on the door handle. Then, his eyes narrow and he cracks his knuckles, "Alright, time to start bustin' heads."

In the ensuing chaos Potato gets thrown into the other three walls, Geeves clamps his jaws on the back of Gateau's head like some kind of rabid monkey, and just about everything in Eclair's room gets either broken or flung across the room as a missile weapon, sometimes both. During this whole mess Senti managed to grab Eclair without being noticed and they both locked themselves up in the closet to avoid the torment outside. The other woman smiled, "Well, this has turned into an interesting evening hasn't it?"

Eclair groaned, "I'm going to have to spend a moth cleaning my room.." Even as she spoke, Senti moved in and kissed her neck soflty. Eclair tensed, "What are you doing?!"

Senti smiled, "They won't notice, come on..." The next few minutes while the fighting was going on outside, there was some wrestling of another type going on inside the closet. Just as Eclair began to think that maybe she could get used to all of this lesbian stuff, it became deathly quiet outside. Then Gateau's voice came though the closet's closed door, and he didn't sound very happy.

"Eclair...come out of the closet..."









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Author's Note: Eclair Chips Step Three has been completed! I think some of the very smart readers might already know where I'm going with this story, and will understand why I say it's such a horrible idea and I should be shot for it. While this might be a little too edgy for a PG-13 rating, I don't think so. I stuck very far away from getting too descriptive, and everyone knows that rated R stories don't get read too often anyway. Next time: The Knife, The Villian, and Midget Wrestling.