Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2018 13:12:40 +0000 From: Nicholas Nicholby Subject: Boys Guild Chapter 19, Gay, SciFi/Fantasy, Adult Youth, This story is a work of fiction. It never happened, it never will. The characters and locations are all make believe and any resemblance to any place or person, living or dead, is simply in the mind of the reader and totally unintentional. Situations and sexual activities of the characters are fantasy, don't try dragon riding at home. The story is also the first in a series of stories about Kind Draviad's Realm. Please let me know if you enjoy by email to nicholas6996 (at) hot mail dot com Copyright 2018 by Nicholas Nicholby, all rights reserved. Not to be distributed or duplicated without express written permission of the author. 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I really appreciate the reactions and comments at Nicholas6996 (at) hotmail.com Chapter 19 - Sweet Pea's Mooncramps Tomas, Cobar and Zekial had stopped at the Elephant's Trunk and basically been tossed out on their ears. Seems there was an unwritten rule in the reception rooms that anyone inquiring about much more than the price of accommodation or the likelihood of getting a glass of wine was a person asking far too much. Tomas giggled that the fact the three were younger than anyone else in the reception room by at least twenty birthmoons didn't help their cause. They took their injured pride to the Kraken Arms. Seated at a table far back from the doorway and the bar they were a little out of place but some coins passed to the serving girl and three tankards appeared and no one seemed to pay them much attention. They were getting an earful of information though. Tomas and Zekial traded quick glances as they heard it seemed that the King himself had been seen about the docks and a whole raft of Navy men had apparently taken over a ship in the harbor. No one knew what was going on, but the rumors included failure to pay harbor taxes, an illegal cargo of smuggled wines and a hint of some deadly disease. The boys traded plenty of looks, but offered no more info to the rumors. All that seemed to be yesterday's news though, of more import seemed to be some drunken party in a back room of Molly's where dozens of the girls must have danced and entertained a troop of foreign dignitaries. How else could one explain well over six dozen broken tankards, a regular caravan of cleanup carts hauling away wreckage and tales of a girl on a wire. Several men said they had been present inside Molly's when a small strange foreign girl had been displayed. They had seen it with their own eyes yet hardly believed it when the tiny thing had been displayed. Wearing exotic make up and some very revealing clothing the girl had even displayed the smallest of little lances and two dangling living stones right above her slit! No one had ever seen such a girl-boy before and the regular girls had all been laughing and joking about Sweet-Pea the He-She and how the stones would appear and disappear depending on the time of day. The men had been racking their brains to think of where they had heard of the lands of the He-She's. All agreed it must be far far away. The boy's looked at each other seemingly asking the same question. They all knew Clipper dressed up as a girl sometimes and even the recent reports of the girl with the red bow seemed to match. Was this He-She in fact Clipper made up and dressed up? Would he be doing this willingly? They had to find a way inside Molly's. Clipper woke to the giggles of the girls. He tried to roll away and burrow back into the covers and make this nightmare of a dream go away. Why couldn't he have just woken to the giggles and fumbles of Jaxx as they greeted the morning with Red Orechasm. He couldn't get the covers to cooperate. In fact, it seemed that he couldn't even get his body to cooperate. His head hurt, he guessed from all the smoke that had seemed to make him do nothing but giggle last night. His arms hurt and as he looked down at one he started to panic. There was a leather strap holding his arm on the arm of a chair. Looking to the other side that arm was strapped too. As he tried to sit up and assess the rest of his body he found he could only flop a tiny bit. He realized he was naked. He could feel straps across his legs and his feet seemed to be tied into some kind of weird boot. Across his chest was a large strap. Something seemed to be holding his head, he couldn't raise it or lower it or move it side to side, the pressure on his forehead had him pinned fast to something. As the girls tittered and cooed Clipper heard a voice behind him, "Well Sweet-Pea, all wakies wakies now? Sorry to be such a poor hostess and have you in this bare room, but maybe this will help?" Clipper immediately knew it wouldn't. Molly had stepped in front of him and held up a large mirror. Clipper could see that he was strapped into a kind of weird table-chair that had a big clamp holding his head. There were the arms he could see his arms and hands strapped too. Lower down he could see his feet strapped into some kind of cage thing that seemed to be on grotesquely shaped metal legs of their own. "What do you think? Designed by me personally with a little help from dozens of the girls and our midwife. We call it the Un-birthing chair. Let me show you the beauty of how it works." Molly handed the mirror to one of the girls who took her place, another girl behind Clipper's head was giving instructions on how to move the mirror so Clipper could see everything. Molly reached in beside Clipper and pulled something that made a thunk. "Of course it's designed for the girls, but I think it will do a fine job for our little He-She heroine. See? When I push this lever forward the chair lifts and brings the head a little closer." Clipper watched as his face grew in the mirror. "Now open wide Sweet-Pea," Molly reached one hand up to Clipper's face and as she pressed her fingers under his jaw and her thumb poked very hard just beneath his ear. Clipper's mouth came open whether he wanted it too or not. "See, your mouth and teeth will be presented right up front. Easy to move things inside. Oh, well I mean the tools of course. I probably should say easy to move things out, like all those pretty little teeth." Molly's hand released Clipper's jaw and it snapped back shut. He had an excruciating pain beneath his ear. "Now, let's go back to normal," Molly pulled the lever and Clipper's body moved such that his head went back to the same size in the mirror and he could once again see the whole of his horror. "Well, we lock that, don't want you moving for the best part now do we?" Molly made the thunk underneath him again. Molly then turned to the wall and took down what looked like a ships wheel. She fiddled with the wheel at Clipper's left side for a bit and then said, "Now, Ta Da!" She began turning the wheel and the weird leg things with Clipper's feet in them began shortening up. Clipper watched as his knees were forced to bend, his feet came up closer to his body and if he had been able to bend his head down he would have made a little ball. Then Molly took another lever and moved it from the left to the right and Clipper's knees and feet were forced away from each other and to each side. His hips were lifted and moved forward and suddenly large in the mirror was just Clipper's shriveled lance and cinched up purse of living stones. "Like I say, designed to bring the relevant portion of the girl front and center for the Un-birthing. Looks to me like it will do fine for a little cherry picking too. Very nice don't you think?" Clipper didn't want to think. He wanted to wake up, or get away. He tried to twist and turn and struggle to get up. It was useless. He started to yell but Molly seemed to have anticipated that and as he opened his mouth and began his scream she popped some kind of hard-soft thing into it and he couldn't make more than a muffled squeak. A small strap quickly went around his head and he couldn't even get his tongue to push the thing out of his mouth. As Molly moved the lever and wheel back his knees and feet and hips went back to how he started. Clipper could see himself in the mirror trussed up with something red stuffed in his mouth. It passed across his mind that he bore a strange resemblance to the roasted boar's head that was paraded around the taverns for MidWinterMoon Feast with an apple in its mouth. Red, red, red. Oh how he hated red. Fritjof's Monster Thing had found the Farrier's small pincers. He had been forced to visit the Silver and Goldsmiths. The Silver and Goldsmiths had been none too pleased to make his acquaintance and the Armored Guard Guild had informed the Precious Metal Smith's Guild that charges would be quadrupled any time they felt that the Thing was involved in any transaction. The Monster had left the pincers with Molly for the Farrier. Molly was now adding delivery fees and the Un-Birthing chair rental fee on the account she was preparing for Mr. Fritjof. The Farrier had bathed and changed from his work clothes. He knew he was going for a job, but since the job was at a House of Profane Orechasm he figured he'd be ready if any opportunities came up, so to speak. He'd never actually been inside one of the Red Door Houses and as he entered Molly's it far exceeded his every expectation. No stable stall mare-hold operation this! Why he had a glass of wine hardly before he'd gotten in to the reception hall. And what a hall! Red Velvet, at least he thought it was velvet. Looked a lot like what the knobs up at the Castle stables called velvet when they were currying the soft hairs around a horse's withers. And Lace, he knew lace. One of the lady folks he'd stepped out with once or twice was always dithering with a lace hanky as she called it. She had about choked to death when he had placed his finger along side his nose and turned and snorted out some pesky phlegm that one time. And the girls? Well horse feathers! Just enough frilly things on them to tell a man just exactly what he was not seeing at the moment but had a good chance of seeing right soon like. Horse flies! He just had to adjust his britches some before he poked right through the fabric. Wondered if he should have worn his apron. Lordy, lordy, why there was a girl wearing nothing at all except an apron and a funny little hat! Oh my! He had finished his wine and was looking for another when an old battle axe in black and red came charging out of somewhere and grabbed him and led him none to gently away from all the young tempting flesh. "You're the Farrier right? I'm Molly, work's here in the back before you think of playing. You can paw a bit later and have a roll, we'll add it to the account." "Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am. Do you have the girls all ready? I was told it would be a number of teeth. Oh and a special tool was to be delivered?" The Farrier was watching over his shoulder and trying to see the back of the apron girl as Molly rushed him down a decidedly red hallway. "The tool's here and everything's ready. You thought it would be the girls? Well, no matter, you'll see in a minute," Molly pulled him into another hallway, this one basically black. Stopping before a closed door Molly turned to him, "You want a shot of liquor afore you start? I know I always want a shot before I has to see the barber." "That'd be right nice Ma'am. Steadies a man's hand it can," the Farrier agreed. Molly opened the door and pulled the Farrier inside, "Esmeralda, get us two shots of liquor while I introduce Sweet-Pea." Leading the Farrier around a very strange chair thing she had him stop in front of Clipper. "Well Sweet-Pea, hope you're feeling better. Here's the nice man that's a gonna fix that bunch of toothaches you've got. And see," Molly held up the small pincers. "He's even got just the right sized tool for that pretty little mouth." Molly reached underneath Clipper and he heard the thunk, then his head was moved up and forward and he had a close up view of Molly's hand and the tool. Suddenly the stopper thing was popped out of his mouth but before he could think of yelling a viscous swat against his living stones sucked the breath right out of him. Turning to the Farrier Molly placed the pincers in one of his hands as Esmeralda filled the other with the liquor shot. Molly then reached right in his pants and gave a few playful tugs at his previously straining lance. Reaching a little further down she rolled his living stones around as she felt the lance re-spring upright under her arm. "Okay stud, take all the teeth out and then you get to let a girl or two ride this wild pony!" Clipper's brain went quickly into panic mode. Shit, Shit, Shit! They really were going to pull all his teeth! The Farrier downed the shot. His brain was trying to melt down into his pants but a little part of it was still working. "All them teeth? I don't know." "I know," Molly answered forcefully. "All them teeth, Sweet-Pea has a real problem and the teeth are just causing such pain you know." Molly stroked the leaking lance another time or two. "But, I ain't even seen them," the Farrier said somewhat stupidly. "Well look then," Molly reached out to Clipper and did that thing that made his jaw open again. Clipper's eyes nearly came out of his head as Molly's hand met his jaw, it was forced wider than he thought it was possible to go. Presented with an open mouth and somewhat white teeth years of experience seemed to take the Farrier's fuddled mind. Molly never let go of his hot and bothered lance as he reached in a pocket and brought forth a small steel bar. Sliding the bar into the open mouth near some back teeth it essentially propped Clipper's jaw wide open and Molly was able to remove her thumb and fingers. She let go of the Farrier's lance too, although she made sure to stay right beside him where he could not but help almost drown in her scent. Clipper felt his jaw pop and his tongue touched the cold steel which seemed to be digging right in between two of his back teeth. He tried to struggle out a cry or scream or anything but Molly's hand was quick to slap his living stones again and his breath was snatched back in with a huge gasp. The Farrier peered left and right in Clipper's open mouth. "I don't know Ma'am. Seems a little pointless to me," the Farrier said. "Think of the pay you were promised. After all, he won't be needing them teeth anyway. Some kind of weird up bringing. Can only eat liquids, the teeth are just in the way," Molly managed a stroke through the man's well tented pants. "Also think of the man that wants the job done. Cold kind of guy, I think he might not like it if you don't deliver. Oh my, I just love puns, deliver - the chair - get it?" Obviously some of the watching girls did, they gave a little round of twitters. The Farrier didn't, but he did remember The Thing that had hired him. "Well Ma'am, those is all milk teeth there. You see that? Even if I pull them all out they are just gonna be growing back, every single one plus even more. I'm guessing Sweet-Pea is around five birthmoons cause all these front ones are still here." The Farrier taped the two front upper and lower teeth with the business end of the pincers. Clipper felt each tap like a hammer blow inside his head. He was ready to scream when Molly slapped his stones again and his breath again was stolen back by his convulsing body. "I can take the front ones easy enough, see these ones here on top are already a little loose. I could take `me all, but the new ones underneath'll stay growing in for probably another five or six birth moons. I'd have to be coming back every two moons or so to yank them others. It's just how children is, you know?" the Farrier explained. Molly did not know, children to her were an abomination inflicted on an honest business women by a girl's poor planning and bad timing. However she did understand what he was saying about time and she did not think that Mr. Fritjof was going to be good for lots of return opportunities to bill. "Mooncramps! What the devil you think we can do then? That Monster Thing is not going to be happy and that doesn't make me very happy either." Molly kind of made it seem that it was all the Farrier's fault. "You're right about that Monster Thing. Tell you what, I'll yank these front ones as kind of a good faith effort," he tapped them again and Clipper thought he was going to take the chair right through the roof with him, " Then the Boss man can see that over time they're gonna come back. If he wants them out now and then again as time goes we can arrange that. If he wants to just wait on the rest of these and then take em out when they're all the new ones we can arrange that too." "Yes, great idea. Now get them pulled. The quicker this is done the faster this will be doing," Molly gave a good strong stroke. "Yes Ma'am. Done it is." Before Clipper could even get his head around what they had just agreed to there was an explosion of scraping and popping and the impossibly loud sound of something breaking was centered right between his ears and then his head was yanked violently down yet unable to move still pinned by the strap. Pain screamed from his jaw to his mind. Pain drove from his mind throughout his body. His lance went stiff, his bladder sprayed its contents all over Molly and the girls near her. He screamed and felt warm wet splatters dripping down onto his chest. The girls screamed too. The Farrier jumped back. The mirror briefly showed Clipper the horror of blood dripping from a gaping hole in his mouth down his lip and chin. "Damn woman! There was supposed to have been some stuff put around the teeth I was going to pull. It was to deaden the pain and make it easier! Shit fire, it ain't supposed to be such a bloody mess!" "Esmeralda!" Molly yelled. "Yes Ma'am Miss Molly. I got the goo right here, Miss Molly. Didn't know if I was supposed to put it in his mouth or on his stones, Miss Molly. What you want me to do Miss Molly?" Esmeralda dithered with an Apothecary's jar in her hands. "Mooncramps girl! Give me that stuff and I'll get it done now. Jolly! Take the Farrier and make him comfortable. No liquor, but I think he's earned a glass of wine and a full cuddle or maybe two." Clipper felt the cooling goo spread in his mouth. He was still terrified at what had happened, what they said was still going to happen. Three more teeth tonight and then every moon or two forever! He could feel his lips starting to tingle and while the pain was still pounding in his head, it was maybe not so insistent. He wondered if Molly might just pour some of the goo down his throat and maybe his whole body could go numb. He couldn't think of anything but the gaping hole his tongue could feel, the taste of blood in his mouth and the end of the steel bar which he was sure now rested down between two teeth where he had tried to bite it in two. What about him? Hadn't he earned a glass of wine and a cuddle or two?