I pulled my lips away from the bird's beak. "Wait. Is Jessica okay with this?"
She flapped her wings, hovering teasingly above my penis. "It was her idea. I would have been happy with the mouse!"
"And...are you done with the whole...disgusting...diaper thing?"
"Honestly, I never understood the appeal."
Although bird lips are nonsense, I enjoyed it when that nonsense kissed again.
Cupcake let out a happy moan as I grabbed her feathered butt and pulled her down upon me.
She flapped her wings and my feet left the floor. The elevator did happen to be large enough for that. You could probably fit a griffin in there.
She flew me to the ceiling, my hands gripping her rear, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
"Say it, Drew," she purred. "Oh Queen."
"Why would I say that?"
"Fine," she giggled. "I'll make you say it."
Cupcake pushed me down a little as her wings beat again, my body slammed against the elevator buttons, my butt and tail lighting several of them.
She flapped herself higher, wiggling to the top of my erection, then grabbed my buttocks, pulling herself down fast.
"Oh Queen!" I blurted.
The bird giggled, pushing me away again. "Told you."
"Dirty bird!" I pulled myself up, Cupcake's wings lifting me higher as I thrust. Her labcoat smacked the ceiling, and birds came out, beaks pecking the buttons to the various floors. There seemed to be hundreds of buttons, more than you'd think belonged on a building that size.
"Cupcake," I grunted. "This isn't like Willie Wonka's glass elevator or something, is it?"
She grinned. "Would it be bad if it were?"
"I...uh...no..."
She pushed me down into the buttons. "Well then."
Suddenly her eyes bugged out, and she looked horrified. "Cupcake, what the hell are you doing?"
She looked down at our intertwined bodies. "Oh my God. Is that Drew?"
I swallowed. "Jessica?"
Cupcake nodded to me, or maybe her other self, I wasn't sure.
"You're screwing Drew."
"No," Cupcake Cupcake giggled to herself as she lowered herself upon me. "We're screwing Drew."
"I thought you said this was her idea!" I cried.
"It is now!" her other personality moaned.
"No no no! Oh my God," Jessica said. "Stop it. Stop! Both of you!"
Her body failed to obey, and so did mine.
"Stop, dammit!"
Cupcake flapped her wings, raised us both into the air. I grabbed her around the waist, pulled her to me and thrust. I must have turned into a bird at some point, because I had wings and didn't need to grab her so tightly.
"Oh!" she moaned. "Actually, that feels kinda good. Changed my mind. Don't stop! Don't stop!"
I paused. "You sure?"
"You helped me save the world! It's fine!"
She humped me again. "Oh! Maybe a little more than fine!"
"Maybe? A little?"
"Oh! Just a little!"
"I'll take it."
"Uhh...that's, uhh...pretty much my opinionnn..."
"No, what I meant-"
"Stop talking, please. You'll ruin it."
One of the elevator buttons said `Aerosmith' on it. When Cupcake pushed me into the keypad again, she pressed it, and I heard `Love In Elevator', in stereo.
In a fashion appropriate to the song, the elevator descended, the doors opening on every floor on the way down.
We had an audience, birds in business suits, probably wanting to hurry to their meting about...whatever commercial product or silly cartoon thing they wanted to meet about, caterers, maids with carts full of food or laundry, storks, just about every animated bird that ever existed.
Plus Owl Woman.
When the elevator went down, Cupcake bonked her head on the ceiling, but the stars circling her head did nothing to dampen her enthusiasm.
Hitting the walls a few times didn't bother me in the least either.
"I saw your flashbacks," Cupcake said to herself. "This idea isn't foreign to you. You asked him to touch your patches."
"Shut up and keep going!" Jessica answered.
"With pleasure!"
"You did not just say that!"
After dropping and zooming a upwards a few times, the elevator shifted sideways, then shot up like a rocket, rising higher and higher through the building.
And we were screwing the whole time.
It turned out we actually were in a glass elevator. After humping our way through a glowing crystalline palace full of strange creatures. Orko and the Sorceress from He-Man, a flock of winged blue birds in green guardian costumes floating around glowing crystal birdhouses from which swarms of smaller birds continually fluttered out, whispered to the guardians and disappeared back into their holes.
One of them popped out of Cupcake's lab coat, whispering in my ear. "The Howlers are coming for you. There have also been unusual power fluctuations around Cool World. No one knows what is happening...Also, Cupcake actually does get the whole disgusting diaper thing."
"Way to spoil the mood," I groaned.
"Scram," Cupcake agreed.
The messenger looked flustered, making a hasty retreat into the labcoat.
"Cupcake," I grunted as she pulled me close. "He said-"
"You can't be too disgusted if you're still inside me," she purred. "I did hear from one of my subjects, her subjects, that you told someone `lying was more of a turn off than diapers."
I opened my mouth to protest, but she kissed it shut.
I reddened. "There's something else. The power fluctuations-"
She lowered me. "I know. Let's deal with that later."
The elevator shot through a glass skylight, and the walls dropped away, revealing the fact that we were indeed within a Willie Wonka style elevator. I shuddered as I saw how high up in the air we were, the distance to the clouds and trees and buildings below.
"Don't look down," she said, unsnapping her bra.
She rode me, pressing her bare mammaries upon my naked chest as the elevator rose higher and higher.
Soon we were in space, aliens in flying saucers snapping pictures of us as we had sex. Our movements wildly increased, our bodies bouncing against the walls, floor and ceiling until we hit the point of no return.
Nothing earth shattering this time. Like my intercourse with Splinter, we came to a very normal conclusion, collapsing sated in each other's arms as the elevator drifted back down through the atmosphere.
Okay, so there were fireworks, but I think Cupcake's psychic or semi-psychic connection with the birds prompted a pyrotechnics show, rather than the breaking of some fundamental law of the universe.
It all seemed well and good, well, good-ish until I realized that my body had suddenly turned real, and a half naked Jessica-like woman in a feathery bird costume was straddling my lap.
Also, the elevator had turned into real glass, and it had no rockets to keep it out of the air. We were going to die.