The Eternal Quest of one Mindy Fuecher
Chapter 3
“Hello, Min, I’m the mind control fairy.” Said the sexy, shapely blonde dripping rainwater onto his floor.
“Excuse me, you’re the what?”
“The mind control fairy. Every few years the Powers That Be select the most pathetic person on the planet and grant him mind control abilities so that he may take charge of his life and fuck beautiful women.”
“You grant mind control powers just so pathetic guys can fuck beautiful women?”
“Oh no, there’s a multitude of things the powers can be used for, amassing wealth, gaining powerful positions, ensuring justice, solving many of the problems mankind has dealt with from the beginning, even world peace – but they mainly get used to fuck beautiful women.”
“And you’re here because...”
“You are the most pathetic person in the world. You’ve been at the top of the list for the last two years now.”
“The most pathetic person in the world...” sighed, Min, realizing what was really going on. “Yeah, just what I was thinking before I fell asleep.” He looked at the lovely dripping sex-pot with all the right curves and said, “I suppose you’ll grant me the powers and then we’ll fuck like bunnies. That’s usually how these dreams work.”
“Phfft – not hardly. First, I’m immune to the mind control so don’t even try it. Second, look at me! I mean, there’s a whole slew of Demi-Gods, Demons and other supernatural dudes with gigantic cocks lining up to fuck me, so why would I waste my time on you?”
“So, no fucking?”
“No,” she said impatiently, “do you want the power or not?”
“If we’re not going to fuck, just get out of my dream, would you?”
“Is that a no?”
“Yes! I mean, No! I mean, get out of here!”
“Fine, I’ll just go on the next name,” she consulted the clipboard that suddenly appeared in her hand, “to get to New Jersey, I go towards the rising sun, right?”
“Yes! Now go!” he shouted, shoving his head beneath his pillow.
BZZZT! BZZZT! BZZT!
Min’s hand slammed down on the alarm clock, shutting it off. He sat up, the dream still vivid in his mind.
“Damn,” he said to himself, sliding out of bed and heading to the shower, “that was one fucked up...”
He stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, he looked down at his feet to find he was standing in a puddle of rainwater that looked as if it had dripped off of a shapely woman with wings.
“Fuuuck meee...”
He darted to the window and ripped it open.
“Fairy!” he called, “Fairy! I’ve changed my mind! I want it now!”
“Don’t call me fairy!” said a voice from the ground. Min looked down to see one of the guys from the-bathroom-visit-that-shall-never-be-spoken-of. “It’s not politically correct. And I’ve changed my mind too. Don’t know what the hell we were thinking, but don’t bother us again.”
Min quickly ducked back into his room and slammed the window shut. He huddled against the wall, knees to his chest and sucking his thumb for several minutes until he was able to put the horrors back into his iron chest of repressed, traumatic memories.
While showering, he realized that if there actually was a fairy in his room last night, then magic was real. If fairy magic was real, it stood to reason that other types of magic were real. So once he was dressed, he headed to the part of town where he knew there to be several occult type book stores and browsed until he found a magic book that seemed to have just the spell he was looking for.
“Good choice,” said the young man behind the counter, “this one has that compulsion and control spell that can be ever so handy.”
“Yeah,” said Min, “I noticed that. That’s why I chose this book as a matter of fact. Tell me, is it a difficult spell? I’m sort of new at this.”
“It’s a piece of cake. Great for getting folks to go along with all manner of things. You know... as long as you don’t mind paying the price.”
“Uhm... what price is that?... exactly?”
“You are familiar with the ‘Rule of Three – The Magic Law of Return’ aren’t you?”
“Not really, I am very new to this sort of thing.”
“Oh, well, it’s an immutable law of magic that goes like this:”
The young man’s face grew blank, his eyes distant and his voice flat as he recited,
“Ever Mind The Rule Of Three, Three Times Your Acts Return To Thee, This Lesson Well, Thou Must Learn, Thou Only Gets What Thee Dost Earn.”
He shook himself and looked back to Min. “So basically, what that means is... say you use the spell to fuck some hot little piece of ass, you had better be on the lookout for three ass fucking bruisers and always carry plenty of lube, ‘cause you’re gonna get three times what you gave her.”
Min swallowed hard and slid the book back across the counter.
“You know... I think I’ve changed my mind... I’ve gotta go.”
Min turned and rushed out of the book store as the phone behind the counter began to ring.
“Have a nice day!” The young man called after him with a wave. He then answered the phone.
“Hello, Nefarious Books and Collectibles, Tom speaking, how may I help you?... Oh, hi, Dave... nothing, just had to get rid some punk trying to horn in on our ‘fuck me silly’ spell... yeah, heh-heh, I gave him that ol’ rule of three bullshit and he took off like a scared rabbit... no worries, bro, that spell is still ours and ours alone, and speaking of that, did you ever track down those twins?... great, see you tonight.”
Min entered his room, flopped into a chair and looked at the pile of notes from his summer of research; there was only one thing left that he hadn’t tried, a device to make his voice irresistibly compelling. He’d avoided it because it would have to be worn around his neck, pressed against his voice box and he wasn’t sure how small he could make it, or even if he could make it so it wouldn’t look totally obvious what it was.
But now, there was nothing more to try so he started researching miniaturization methods and within the month he had everything he needed.
He was sitting at his work bench, eyes glued to his microscope and hands steadily holding tweezers as he assembled his device, when he once again heard the most beautiful (and terrifying when he was doing this sort of thing) voice in the world.
“Hi, Min, whatcha working on this time?” Asked the sexy blonde, her lovely blue eyes taking in the books and equipment he had spread out across his bench.
“Nuh... nothing. Just... uhm... working on... ehh... a... watch! Yeah, working on a watch.”
“Oh, I’m pretty good with things like that, you know rebuilding old watches is a hobby of mine. Would you like me to take a crack at it?”
“Uhh... No... I’ve got to do this... you know me, never back down from a challenge, ha ha... practice makes perfect... maybe if I keep trying I’ll be half as good as you someday... ha ha... thanks anyway!”
“Yep, that’s my Min. Never ask for help.” Her voice sobered and she looked into his eyes, putting a lovely, delicate hand on his shoulder, “But, Min, you know I’m here for you, if you need anything, anything at all.”
“Yeah, Matilda, I know, thanks.” Said Min, putting his eyes back to the microscope so she wouldn’t see the tears that were welling up in them. She was so sweet, so kind, such a wonderful person.
If only, thought Min wistfully, if only she meant that in the way I wish she did. Wouldn’t life be perfect then. But she’ll marry some handsome dolt and I’ll be stuck in my lonely miserable life – unless I can get this to work.
When he was done, it was about the size of wristwatch and though it did look fairly odd, worn as a choker, he figured it wasn’t that far out. Lots of kids wore weird shit around their necks these days.
He took it back to his room and set it on his desk. It was too late to find anyone on campus, but he reached for his coat anyway – he’d been to the bank earlier that day and now, he had an appointment.
“This is so crazy,” laughed the hot blonde as she unlocked the motel room door. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but when you said we should, why, I just couldn’t think of a reason not too.”
“There isn’t a good reason not to,” said Min, his words an irresistible compulsion. “Just like there’s no good reason not to take your clothes off.”
“Now that you mention it, though it’s wrong and I know I shouldn’t, it just seems like the thing to do.”
She peeled off her shirt to reveal pert, medium sized tits that jiggled ever so slightly. Her pants hit the floor and Min saw she had a shaved pussy.
“Well, now that I’m naked, like I should and shouldn’t be all at the same time, what can we do now?”
“I think the best idea is for us to fuck.”
“But we can’t.”
“I said, I think we should fuck, and fuck right now.”
“I think we should too, though I also think we shouldn’t, but we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you still have all you clothes on, silly.”
“Well, then why don’t you take them off, like a good girl.”
“I don’t think good girls take off a boy’s clothing,” she said, stripping off Min’s shirt, “But I can’t think of any reason not to and as wrong as I know it to be, it just seems like the thing to do, so off with those pants.” She pulled Min’s pants to the floor so he could step out of them.
“And now we can fuck! Even though it’s something I don’t think I should do – it’s something I feel like I just have to do.” She said, pushing Min back onto the bed. She clambered on after him and in mere moments had straddled him, her slick hot pussy swallowing his throbbing cock. She bounced up and down, moaning with pleasure as she rode him from one orgasm to another.
“Oh, your cock feels so good.” She said, her eyes on Min’s. “Oh yes! I think you’re going to make me... oh, again, I’m gonnaaaaa – Cuummmm!” Her body shook with pleasure and her pussy clamped down on Min’s cock, forcing him over the edge and with a groan, he pumped his seed deep into the sexy blonde’s pulsing snatch.
“Mmmm... she said snuggling Min while still on top. That was wonderful.”
“It’s not over yet, I think you should suck my cock and make it hard so we can fuck again.”
“Why, that’s a great idea, though part of me says it’s disgusting and I shouldn’t. But, since I can’t think of any good reason not to, here goes.”
She dove on Min’s cock, slurping and sucking until it was at full staff once more and Min rolled her to her back, slid his renewed hard-on back into her fluttering snatch and began pumping away until both she, and he, came again.
Min curled up, his head on her chest and said, “I have to get up in the morning,so at six you will wake me up with a blow job.”
“That sounds like just the sort of thing I would never do, but on second thought, it seems like just the sort of thing I should absolutely do, so sure, why not?”
Min drifted off to sleep.
Light was filtering through the curtains when Min opened his eyes and felt a warm, soft mouth suckling at his cock. In no time at all the sexy blonde’s luscious lips and talented tongue had him flooding her throat with thick jets of hot cum.
She slid up the bed to look lovingly into Min’s eyes.
“Was that what you wanted, baby?”
“Yes,” replied Min, “that was perfect.”
“Well, alright then. That was one all night fantasy, plus an alarm clock blow job. That makes it... four-fifty you owe me.”
“Sure, no problem.” Said Min, reaching for his wallet.
“Look,” she said, climbing out of bed, “I know my Craig’s list add said I specialize in weird fantasies, but this one was weird, even for me. Be a sport and throw in another hundred.”
She started getting dressed.
“You can’t mean to say this was the weirdest fantasy you’ve ever done.”
“Well, no, there was the guy who had a wax dummy of his mother sitting in a chair watching us. He kept looking at it and saying, ‘what do you think of this, mom? I’ve got a girl here, mom. I’m fucking this girl, mom.’ you know, shit like that.” Her brows furrowed, “At least I think it was a wax dummy. At any rate, to be fair, I did charge him double – I’m only asking you for an extra hundred.”
“Okay, here you go.” Sighed Min giving her over half of his life savings.
She opened the door, stopped and looked back. “Say, Min, for what it’s worth, I’d rather you didn’t call me again.”
And she left.
Min lay back with a grin on his face.
This is what my life is going to be like from now on, he thought, and I’ll never have to pay for it again. In fact, I’ll have them paying me.
He chuckled at the thought.
That afternoon found Min strolling through the campus wearing his device on his throat. He got a few odd looks but nobody said anything.
Finally he spotted a likely candidate sitting on a bench, reading. Her name was Tiffany and he tutored her in Chemistry.
“Hi, Tiffany.” He said, approaching her.
She looked up, “Who are you?”
“Uh... I’m Min, I tutor you in chemistry twice a week. I have been all year.”
“Oh yeah, you’re that guy. What do you want?”
Min reached up and touched the device on his neck, activating it.
“It’s not what I want, it’s what you want – you want me to sit down and join you.”
“Well that’s ridiculous, why would I... of course, it makes perfect sense, you should absolutely sit down and join me.”
Min sat down.
“What do you want, Min?” Asked Tiffany, a bit sourly.
“I want you to enjoy sitting her with me, it doesn’t matter why we are here, it is just enjoyable to you that we are.”
“What the hell are you talking about, enjoyable?... Why... yes it is enjoyable to sit here with you. On such a nice day too.”
Min was quiet for a minute, trying to work out what he would say next.
“I’m sorry, Min, was there something you wanted?” She snapped.
What the hell? Thought Min, she almost sounds like a bitch again. That decided it. No more pleasantries, it was obvious the device worked, so on to the main event.
“You wanted me to take you back to my room because you want to fuck me.”
She stared at him, aghast, for a second then jumped to her feet.
“I want no such thing... I want... I... well, what do you know, now that I think about it, I do want to go back to your room and fuck you. Huh... who knew?”
Min got up and they started for his room. They had only gone about fifty feet when she stopped.
“What the hell am I doing? I don’t want to fuck someone like you. Get the hell away from me!”
“But, Tiffany...”
“No but’s! And no ass either. I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I led you on and if I did, I’m sorry – but there is no way in hell I’d ever fuck a loser like you, so get the fuck away from me.”
She stormed off and Min stood there for a minute, dejected.
His device did work, but the compulsion it induced was just that, a compulsion – short lived, not more than a minute or so. If he wanted to use it to have sex he would have to keep reinforcing the compulsion every minute and even then, once it was over, the girl would quickly regain her senses and be horrified by what she had done.
Screw it, thought Min, ripping off his device and tossing it in the trash.
With his shoulders sloped, and his head down, he made his way across campus to the lab, past young men and women enjoying life, socializing with their friends and having a good time, past young lovers walking hand in hand or sitting under a tree, cuddling or kissing, past all manner of things that only served to remind him that his life was destined to be one of misery and solitude.
He entered the lab and dropped heavily onto the stool at his bench. There was an exacto knife there that he normally used to make precise cuts in paper, plastic or some other material. Suddenly, he found he was trying to decide whether he was going to use it on his wrists, or his throat.
He picked it up and stared at it. The throat would, he thought, bleed out much faster so there would be less chance of somebody finding him and saving him. But he was worried about the pain since the neck was so sensitive, he might not be able to complete the cut. The wrists were probably easier to cut, since it was more common for a person to cut their wrists than their throat, but it took longer to bleed out and some good Samaritan could save him with a tourniquet.
At the beginning of the year he had decided that he wouldn’t live out his life as a lonely geek. That was why he had tried such desperate measures to connect with another person, to get a mate of some sort. Loneliness was the ever present bane of his existence and it had now exerted its final dominance over him, had shown him once and for all that there was no way he would ever escape its evil clutches. Min refused to give it that one last triumph. He may be lonely for the rest of his life, but it would be a short life.
Loneliness would not have much time to gloat.
He continued staring at the shiny blade.
That’s how Matilda found him.
“Min?”
No response.
“Min?” she reached out and lay a hand on his shoulder.
“Huh? Oh, hi, Matilda.” he said, flatly.
“What are you doing, Min?”
“Nothing, just working out an anatomy problem.” He whispered, returning his gaze to the blade.
“I don’t think so, Min. I think you need to talk to me, Min.”
“Nah, no point to it, really.”
“Min... I... I know what you’ve been doing this year... with your... projects.” She said softly.
“Well,” Min said, his voice still quiet and flat, “that’s great, that’s just fucking great. If I didn’t have a good enough reason to slit my throat before...”
“Before you do,” Matilda said, just as quietly, “Just tell me why. Why did you think you had to try and control girls’ minds. I don’t understand.”
That got through to him. Min snapped his head around, his eyes burning with rage.
“Of course you don’t understand! How could you? You’re one of the beautiful people. You can have any guy on this campus. You’ll never be lonely, you’ll never understand what it’s been like for me!”
“Maybe that’s true, maybe it’s not. Maybe I do understand, just a little. Maybe lots of guys do ask me out, but maybe the guy I admire the most, the guy I have fallen in love with, the guy I have dreamed of spending my life with... Maybe that guy has never asked me out.”
“Well boo-hoo for you.”
Matilda’s hand slid from his shoulder to his forearm.
“Why, Min, why haven’t you ever asked me out?” A single tear slid down her cheek.
“Huh?... be... because you would have laughed at me...” he caught her eye and his voice softened, slightly, “well... no... you would have been nice about it... but you would have said no.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because you’re... you. You’re perfect. Smart, kind, sweet beautiful...and I’m... me. Just... me.”
“That’s right, you’re, you. And that’s the only reason I would have needed to say – yes.”
Min stared at her for a minute, then grimaced.
“You’re just saying that to keep me from killing myself. Trying to give me some false hope until you can get me to a rubber room.”
“No, I’m not.” Said Matilda, desperately. Another tear slid down her smooth, lovely cheek. “Sure, it’s true that I’m pretty, I always have been, and I’ve always been smart, but kind? And what you call, sweet? That wasn’t until I met you. Those aspects of me are because of you, Min. As I got to know you, I was amazed by you. I admired how you were. When you convinced me to go with you to the animal shelter, the soup kitchen, the old folks home and all the other places you volunteer at, why, I was so humbled by what a beautiful human being you are. I’ve tried to become like you. You’re not only the smartest person I know, but you are the most wonderful as well. At least, until this year.”
More tears fell.
“So please believe me when I say that I’m not trying to fool you, Min. I love you, I’ve loved you for quite a while.”
“So, you really would go out with me?”
“Damn it, Min, I’ve been dropping hints for two years now. Yes, yes I’ll go out with you, yes I’ll go go steady with you, yes I’ll marry you and grow old with you. But we won’t have any of that if you use that knife.”
Min dropped the knife and Matilda swept him into her arms, hugging him desperately, showering his face and neck with kisses of joy.
They staggered through the door to Min’s room, locked in a passionate embrace. Getting undressed was difficult as they were loath to loosen their hold on one another, but they managed. They tumbled onto the bed and Min lovingly slid his eight inches easily into her hot tight pussy as she gasped with pleasure, her eyes burning with love.
Later, they cuddled while he absently traced the nipple on a perfect breast.
“So, how did you figure out what I’d been up to?”
“The equipment you were using for your projects, once I saw what it was... well, I wouldn’t have figured out how to do what you’d done, but after you had everything together, they sort of made sense. Besides, you should lock up your log books you know.”
“You weren’t disgusted by it, disgusted with me?”
“No. I was more saddened by it. I wondered what you must have been feeling to attempt such measures... I... I kept waiting for you to come to your senses... I guess I hadn’t realized how desperate you had become... I’m sorry, Min, I should have said something sooner. What it almost came to... you know, I keep thinking that I almost stopped for coffee before coming to the lab. I don’t think I would have survived walking in on that.”
“I’m sorry I put you through that, Matilda. I just felt so... empty, so hopeless. I just wanted someone to hold, someone to love. It’ll never happen again, now that I have you.”
“And you always will.”
“I suppose we should figure out what we’ll do after we get our Masters. I’m gonna need a good job if I am to support you in the manner to which I want you to become accustomed.”
“Oh yeah, we won’t have money problems.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, do you remember that senior I dated when I was a freshman? He ended up in the CIA. As you discarded your inventions, I tweaked some of them a little and called him. They bought the hypnotizer and the empathic transmitter for a lot of money. The pheromones, I adjusted a bit and applied for a patent in both our names, you know, since I made the adjustments. Animal breeders are buying them by the barrel. You’re a millionaire, and I’m not doing so bad myself.”
“What about the Subliminal Inserter?”
“The what?”
“Oh yeah, you were away, never mind, it’s gone and we will never speak of it again.”
“Fine. So I figure we get married and start our own R & D company. With your genius and my business sense, the world will be our oyster.”
“I’m allergic to shellfish.”