Pash v Gage II: The Talkening

“Hey, it’s okay. This is only our second time meeting. You’ll start to understand me a bit more before too long. That is, if you can stand to interact with me after this,” the wrestler gave a small chuckle before clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly.

“Oh, a refractory period? It’s uh, it’s when a guy ejaculates— it’s a thirty minute period after a guy ejaculates where he can’t do it again immediately after. Often times there’s a big come down to where a guy just isn’t horny in the slightest after those thirty minutes. You can still have the sentiment to want to please your partner, sure, but not everyone thinks like that. College anatomy sometimes pops up every now and then in my brain,” Gage gave a knock on his head.

He did feel a bit awkward cleaning up his own spunk off the gym floor— about as awkward the last time he did the same thing as with Toushiko— feeling like maybe some how Pash was getting some sort of kick out of watching him clean up after himself... Must just be his imagination.

With Pash now jazzed up about the prospect of food, he held the door open to the outside for Pash to slip on out before him and then subsequently shutting the lights off and locking the entrance. As they walked, Gage gave a small, thoughtful noise.

“Well, there’s this nice Thai place I like nearby. We could get takeout or eat in, your call. But I mainly eat lean foods. Y’know, chicken without the skin or fat, rice, fish, egg whites, most veggies, a little bit of fruit here and there but not a lot— fruit’s more like my dessert, what with all the sugar in it. Of course, I’ve got my cheat days where I destroy some wings or a burger or something like that... Oh! And uh, I hate sliced tomatoes. So that’s me—“ Gage paused to look over at Pash walking alongside him.

“But uh, what about you? What’s your favorite food? I won’t count that as my question, I don’t mean to parrot. It’s just that you’re in good shape as well, so I’m curious. My real question is, what do you like to do for fun that’s not immediately related to midara stuff?”

“Oooooo, I see now. I mean, I kind of assumed there was something like that, but I never really had to deal with it as I usually have smooched the boy into a blissful sleep right after he climaxes. I mean, if I really wanted to, I suppose I would not have to go through the effort of letting the boy get his rocks off, but I figure that it is only fair seeing as how I get to stay alive for about another month thanks to the boy, regardless of if he realizes it or not.”

“That and boys really are not in a position to resist a kiss from me right after they have *giggle* made a mess.”

“But 30 minutes… how on earth did they get that number,” she said as she imagined a big lab full of boys jacking off and being timed on things.

“Why thank you Gage,” she said as she walked out of the door, head held high in bliss from being treated like a lady.

“Oooo, Thai food is nice. I like satay. It is not really Thai, but it is popular close to that region, so many Thai places will have it.”

“So you like Hamburgers but don’t like sliced tomatoes? Boy, something wrong with you *giggle*.”

“My favorite food is chicken nuggets. I just like how fun they are to eat. Remind me of a simpler time too. Satay is kind of like chicken nuggets… on a stick… with that peanut sauce, yeah, almost the same thing, so I hope they have it at this Thai place. I usually eat whatever people are willing to buy me though. I kind of just charm my way into getting some boy to buy me food.”

“Wherever there is a boy who looks sad and down on his luck, there is a chance for me to get fed, haha. I just stroll up the the boy and say: ‘hey, you look like you could use a cute girl telling you some lame jokes for a while and I could use some food, what do you say buddy?’”

“You would be surprised at how successful that line is.”

And I’m always on the move going from place to place, so I do a lot of walking. Helps keep a girl lean and her legs shapely *giggle*.”

“So I guess that kind of answers your question about what I do to fun. Not too long ago I made a friend. This girl was spying on me for her guild and then came to the conclusion that I’m a pretty cool girl, so now we are best friends and hang out every now and then. Talk about girl things and the like.”

“Now here is my question for you. You said midara stuff. What exactly do you think midara stuff is in your mind? Hell, what is your definition of the word for that matter. I still don’t quite know what it means other than that people have kind of thrown me into that group.”

“So I initially thought it meant a girl who is super beautiful and sweet and charming and adored and lovely and what not,” she said as she tossed her hair. “But then I heard some stories of some midara who are, well, not so sugar and spice and everything nice.”

“Satay, huh? I like satay a bit and this place has a pretty good one, too. I’m caught between duck fried rice and the chicken curry. Thai curry is great because they put coconut in it, same with a lot of their other food.”

Gage was starting to kill himself with this talk as his stomach rumbles rather loudly.

“Ehh heh... forget you heard the rumbly in my tumbly, will ya? Nuggets are always great, ate em a lot as a kid.”

The wrestler found it funny how forward Pash was about finessing the lovestruck boys out of a free meal. Had the circumstances been a little different, that might have been him... Wait, that was him, right now! Huh... She is good.

“I guess a meal is a small price to pay to get some moments with someone like you, I suppose. I’m also glad you’ve made some friends along the way! Do what you love ‘n’ all that.”

In the moment Pash started to ask him about Midara subjects, he silently kicked himself for even bringing up midara for fear of maybe reminding her of the life she’s now living. Well, nothing you can do now but be as courteous as possible.

“Well, it’s kind of a broad termed. I guess the stuff you were just describing qualifies as midara stuff. But it can also go to a forceful fuck session that ends in the recipient losing their will or their freedom or even their life. Of course, I’ve been lucky enough to meet midara like you and Toushiko,” Gage stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I’m not sure I’d make out so well if I ever did encounter some of the more dangerous midara. Especially since I’m not good at fighting at a distance, as you know. But, I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

It wasn’t but a moment after he said that that he stopped in front of a door to what seemed like your typical kind of grungy dive bar.

“So, take out or dine in?”

“Curry is nice too. Such a nice mixture of creamy and spicy and that little bit of sour. Amazing how delicious plain ol’ potatoes can become when they are cooked in curry sauce.”

“*giggle* now why would I make fun of you for being hungry after a hard day of working out?... Actually, I can think of plenty of reasons as to why I would want to tease a boy, but eh, I guess it is no fun if you already put it out in the open.”

“Hahahaha, that look. I live for that look. That look that says: ‘boy, members of my gender sure are suckers for letting this girl get free food out of them, oh wait!’”

“But I always go out of my way to make it worth the boy’s money. I have a very high success rate of replacing their gloomy mood with a smile before the meal is over.”

Pash saw Gage go awkward when she asked what he thought about midara.

“Hahaha, Gage, don’t worry about it. I would not have asked if I did not want to hear. You don’t have to worry about reminding me of what I am, I assure you I’m very well aware of it.”

“And if you ever ask something I don’t answer, I’ll just be like: ‘nah, I don’t want to answer that.’”

“Yeah, for me, I just do this because I have to. I’m not out to kill or enslave. I just do what I have to so that I can see tomorrow. I think I said this already, but I could just take what I need by force, but I figure that I should let the boy get some enjoyment out of it as well.”

“Even when they have been trying to hit me with a sword or stick before they *giggle* succumb to me”

“Take out or dine in? That’s your question?! Gage! You disappoint me *giggle*”

“But dine in of course. This is one of your favorites no? We should enjoy it then. That and it would give us more time to talk.”

“As for my totally cool and not lame question, who was the teacher you were infatuated with as a boy? *giggle* Teacher fantasies usually happen after a boy has had a really really amazing teacher, so what was she like?”

When Pash detailed how she worked her magic on boys to nab a free meal, he could only nod. It only made sense. Gage would eat free at any opportunity it was an available option.

“Yeah, I bet they get their money’s worth,” Gage nudged Pash with a wink.

“I’m sure that the fighting must get old. I know that making guys fall for you after they were adamant on thumping you gets you off, but still. I’m sure you end up taking your fair share of scuffs.”

Gage had more midara questions but he figured he’d wait til they were eating so as to not overload her with the questions. Dine in, it is. Gage opened the door for Pash once more that led in to a brick-walled, hardwood-floored, older bar with a few booths lining the back wall.

There was a range of characters there: surly, grimy, biker types all the way to suited business men with a young, sexy escort across from them. Gage led Pash on over to a booth where a server came and set out the typical set of menus and a drink menu. Gage smiled up at their server and gave his drink order with a sort of niceness that some people like to give when they’re out at a restaurant, you know the one.

“Hey, I’ll have a water and a Long Island, please.”

Gage decided it best to wait for Pash to order her drink before he spilled on the teacher that really did it for him. When the server departed, he figured he’d give the details as Pash looked over her menu, Gage already knowing what he wanted.

“Well... there were a few, honestly. But the start of it all was likely Ms. Lewis my freshman year of high school. Very fit, always wore the professional but still somewhat attractive, eye catching look. She was just always very sweet to me and I always did well in her class. Anatomy and physiology, oddly enough. It goes without saying she was gorgeous, but not bordering on just a porn star pretending to be a teacher, y’know? And as far as the lipstick thing, I think the origin was this Mom at I think elementary school who basically looked like a damn supermodel kissed my cheeks and left lipstick on my face. Of course it was all innocent back then but when you get older, hey— sometimes it just does it for ya’.”

And not a moment to soon did that story end as their drinks came to the table and the server took their food orders. Gage decided he’d have the duck fried rice this time around. And after the server had gone back to put in their food orders, Gage took a sip of his Long Island and gave a sort of a pleased nod.

“Smooth but strong— good shit.”

He thought of Toushiko for a moment while he savored the booze, giving a silent cheers towards the underworld.

“So, I’ve got two questions: what kind of midara have you met with— good and bad— and what led to you having this gentle femdom kink? Is it a recent development with you being a midara or have you always had it?”

“I hope you are not trying to insinuate that I’m resorting to prostitution. Believe it or not, shoot, you probably have already noticed this, but I don’t like sex. Like, I enjoy all the things that lead up to it, but not the actual dirty deed itself.”

“Weird no? I’ve often wondered about this myself. As of right now, the best theory I have is that I was quite young when, well, when my life got flipped upside down. So I guess there is still just a trace of innocence in this girl who seduces boys for a living.”

“Does the fighting get old? Well, if you can *giggle* call it fighting. It is more of a song and dance. They come up to me wanting to slay me in the name of justice or goodness, or their god or what have you. I spend some time going back and forth figuring out what they want deep down, I tease them with it, next thing you know, they are on their hands and knees kissing my feet”

“I don’t actually care for the raw fighting part, but watching a boy with more heroism than sense finally come to the realization that he never had a chance against my *giggle* charms will never get old. Also, you have to keep in mind that I depend on boys like that coming up to me to stay alive.”

“I made a rule not to *giggle* interrupt men just trying to go about their day, getting things done, keeping civilization going and all that jazz.”

“But boys who come up to me wanting to prove their worth to the world by killing me? *giggle* They are fair game.”

Pash looked off out into the window for a second before continuing.

“I suppose I sound just a bit like a monster saying that, but when you get right down to it, I’ve been letting they off pretty easily, no? I mean, I could do far worse, but a girl must have a code, no?”

“And I did break that rule to face you in the ring. Well, I had no idea who I was going to face, just that I really wanted to be in front of all those people for once. Got caught up into the excitement of it all, and after watching from the crowd for so long, I just really wanted to be in that ring. I made some security guard go into a daze for a little bit so that I could get on that stage. I hope he is alright. Hope I did not cost that lad his job.”

Ah, he was ordering alcohol. That meant it was fair game for her to do so as well.

“I would like a whisky cola please, oh yes, and a water as well please.”

“*giggle, well, it is good to hear that good teachers are still alive and well in the world. As for that lady with the lipstick, eh, as a girl, I have to say something against her. That lady getting lipstick on you was no accident. We girls know exactly what we are doing when we do things like that.”

“I would like the chicken satay please,” said Pash with a beaming smile to the waiter.

“Have I met other midara? Heh, it’s more like a go out of my way not to come across another one. We would just end up competing for resources you know. Kind of like meeting someone else stranded in a desert when you have a limited amount of water.”

“But there is one I’ll never forget. Jessica. I was new to this, had no idea what I was doing. I was just bombarding boys full force with my abilities out of panic and fear. She felt sorry for me I guess. Came up to me, explained how what I was doing was excessive. Explained how my abilities of making boys feel all woozy worked. How to use charm instead of force.”

“Haha, she was the best thing to happen to all the boys who crossed paths with me.”

“As for, *giggle* gentle femdom, haha, gosh, is that the official term for what I do? Well, as should be apparent, I’m no warrior. I just don’t have to stomach for violence, and as Jessica taught me, girls like me don’t have to meet force with force when it comes to boys. We can just stop the fight by persuading them that surrendering to us will yield far better outcomes. And I guess that involves taking charge of the boy a little.”

“And I feel like a broken record, but watching a boy go from wanting to kill me to begging at my feet for just a bit more affection from me never gets old.”

“So how did you get into the whole professional wrestling thing?”

The wrestler nodded as Pash explained the nuances to her craft and how she dealt with the typical man who came along to challenge her. Gage couldn’t say he’d blame her for what she did as he would probably do the same if he were in her position.

“Well, I suppose that’s good. Can’t say too many business men who are in to infidelity are also looking to sleep for a week, I’d imagine.”

When Pash explained that she violated her own personal creed, he couldn’t help but feel for her when she described her wanting for being in the spotlight. It was a powerful thing, a chanting crowd.

“Heh, I couldn’t blame you. Honestly? I was thinking of getting you and Toushiko to accompany me for a triple tag team tournament for the Tag Team Belt. I get the feeling it would go over pretty well for us, heh.”

Whiskey and soda, huh? Wouldn’t take her for someone to enjoy the bite of whiskey, given her demeanor.

“Huh... well I guess I have Jessica to thank in addition to you for the good times, then. Do you still see Jessica every now and then? Sounds like a big sister type person.”

Gage took another long sip of his drink, filling his palate with more of the boozy blend as the vixen before him asked about what made him get into wrestling.

“Well, I was a pretty well accomplished traditional wrestler throughout high school— y’know, with the points in the circular mat and the head gear with the singlets? But as a kid, I loved the theatrical wrestling like nothing else. So, in a way, I’m living out my childhood dream. It’s crazy to think I’ve got fans... not very many due to me being a heel and all, heh... Oh, a heel is just a fancy term for a bad guy character. Face is a good guy, the opposite. Which, it’s not to say I can’t be turn face if I want to but... Being a heel is fun, for me.”

Gage chuckled and gave a shrug as he basically had to explain he liked being the bad guy, which was outside of his normal, true character.

“But there was one guy I was always a huge fan of as a kid, would always watch his matches: La Fuerza. He was a super charismatic guy and he always did things his way... I always found him really cool. He kinda started this whole ball rolling.”

The grappler smiled to himself, thinking of all the La Fuerza merchandise he owned and fawned over as a kid and all the times he’d cheer at the tv when his idol came back to win the match. However, it was always discouraging to think if that wasn’t his real life character... Little Gage would have never wanted to know that.

It wasn’t long before the server came back with their entrees and set the plates before them. Gage could barely wait to take a bite of the duck fried rice and did so before addressing Pash once more. He nodded in affirmation that the dish was as good as always.

“So, I’m sure your dreams and aspirations don’t just end at ‘living as a midara.’ What do you truly want to do in life; rather, what do you want to do that will give you the utmost fulfillment?”

“Well of course you have fans! Everyone loves a good heel. I mean it is fun to shout in silly outrage from the stands.”

Pash started attacking her plate as soon as the waiter put in down. Not knowing where her next meal will come from for pretty much all of her life has taught her to not take slow and dainty bites when eating.

“Oooffff, you could not have worded that question in a more painful way,” said Pash. Apparently the question hit her hard enough for her to stop shoveling food into her mouth.

“Well, when this first happened to me, I spent all my time searching for a cure. Someway to reverse it. That went on for a couple of years. Many many years actually. I suppose I have given up without even realizing it until you asked.”

“I guess as of right now that is pretty much exactly where my dreams and aspirations end. I mean, I now just do what I need to see tomorrow. Have not had to have a long term plan for quite a while now. I’m good enough where I feel like I can take on who ever comes to try and kill me, or at the least, run away safely. I have gotten really good at getting food from boys in exchange for being there to talk to them.”

“So, I do that, then I go to bed, then I do it again the next day.”

“I’ve most certainly thought of suicide, and before you go getting all shocked and appalled by that, just realize when you have been alive as long as I have, the end looks more and more attractive, but now I have come to find that life is just too fun for me to willingly give it up. All the people I meet, all the things I’ve seen, all the boys I’ve made believe in themselves all because I needed to eat…, yeah, if the price is to kiss a boy into a coma every few weeks, I think it is a small price.

“Well, on my end at least.”

“But I always strive to make it worth the boy’s time.”

“So speaking of that, I’m curious, what made you so willing to do this for me?”

The wrestler could only listen in silence, not really touching his food or drink before Pash had finished her explanation of why she did what she did and why there was no exact end goal in sight for her. Gage couldn’t say that he didn’t relate to what she said. Sure, they were of different walks of life but Gage knew what it meant to have no direction and no real zest for life when times got bleak and seemingly pointless.

“No shame in contemplating suicide. I’ve been there, not knowing which direction to go, getting tired of just trying to get by with seemingly no way out other than biting a bullet. All I can say is I’m glad you’re still here and you find life worth living. And I’m sorry if the way I worded the question struck a chord, figured being open was the best way to broach the issue.”

Gage finally took a moment to eat a bit more of his fried rice and sip his drink before continuing.

“There’s definitely good in what you do and how you do it, Pash. As for why I’m doing this, not much else to say other than I like you. You’re very kind and endearing so I want to show you hospitality and kindness back tenfold. I always want to take care of my friends more than I take care of myself. Just know that you’ll always have a place to sleep and eat at my place if you want it.”

The server had come back to check on the two and see how the food was and Gage gave her words of approval and accepted her offer of another Long Island Tea. After a few more bites of his food, he decided to ask her another question:

“Well, lemme ask you this... What’s some stuff you like to do or enjoy that’s not directly aligned with the midara lifestyle? Y’know, video games, cooking, reading— all that.”

“*giggle* biting the bullet means to grit your teeth and bare with a tough situation, not to commit suicide. A phrase that came out of a country’s civil war, when the doctors did not have enough anesthetics, so they would ask the soldiers to bite on a bullet to bare the pain of amputation. Bullets made of lead, so they had a, relative, softness to them.”

“Well, that is the mythology around that phrase anyways. Even in such a horrific situation, there were still plenty of, well, better alternatives to bite down on.”

“Shotgun mouthwash is the closest phrase for the imagery you are going for.”

“Well, it makes me happy you think there is value in what I do. The years have taught me that a little feminine energy goes a very long way for a boy down on his luck. So I guess you could say I make my living by being a private cheerleader, showing up in people’s time of need to help them out of a dark time.”

“*giggle*, I think there is a video game like that. If not, there totally should be.”

“So speaking of things I like, I have come to love engineering. Yes, yes, I know, I’m a blonde, yada yada, but it is really fascinating, the study of bringing ideas into solid, tangible things. Me stumbling upon a sad engineer is kinda of bad for me *giggle*. The last time that happened, I ended up spending hours asking him questions, and he was not even the first one.”

“I mean, it works out for me because I literally have all the time in the world to learn about these things, so I get to learn at a much slower pace compared to everyone else who has an interest in these things.”

“So what about you? What do you like outside of wrestling?”

Gage only stared blankly at Pash as she went through her sweeping explanation of what the traditional meaning of his euphemism was. Letting the explanation hang in the air long enough for him to take a bite of his food and return his gaze to her, he gave his retort.

“You do know I didn’t use that in the traditional— Know what, never mind.”

Gage chuckled to himself as he polished off the rest of his rice and his drink.

“Here I am trying to give ya’ reassurance an’ ya’ give me a history lesson in return.”

The wrestler wasn’t trying to reprimand her, he was merely speaking in reverence for her knowledge. However, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her assumption of his perception of a “dumb blonde” complex.

“Listen: I’m not one to judge. Everyone’s got their interests, no matter who ya’ are. Do you. But yes, engineering is fascinating— I almost decided to get my masters in biomedical engineering but I was sick of school by that point.” Then Gage mulled over the idea of being virtually immortal— all the things you could learn in that infinite time.

“Yeah, I don’t doubt that’s part of passing the time— learning and unlearning. I sometimes wish you could learn something professionally without having to first pay a ridiculous amount of money to do it.”

“Other than wrestling? I’m pretty big on playing video games, watching funny videos, comedy stand ups, watching movies— particularly horror movies—, listening to music, anime's pretty fun and good for some inspiration for wrestling promos and such... It’s sometimes a struggle to occupy my time, being by myself most of the time. Oh and drinking. Used to like some recreational shit but being a wrestler doesn’t allow for that what with the drug tests ‘n’ all.”

After his little check list, Gage took a moment to think about his next question as he set his debit card on the table, signaling he was ready to pay.

“Do you have a favorite movie or band or song that gives you inspiration?”

“Ooooo, you were considering a masters? So what was your bachelor's in? And you wanted to do biomed engineering? Were you hoping to go down the research lab path? The prosthetics development path? Surgical robots path? *giggle* or perhaps making your own army of clone super soldiers path?”

“Haha, big muscly guy in an engineering classroom. You make me think of that one action movie star. Had a masters in chemical engineering. Had a blackbelt. Had an *ahem* rather impressive physique.

“And don’t get too jealous *giggle*, what I feel towards a man like that is pure jealousy, not some school girl crush.”

“I mean, how does he have it all? I’ve been working at it for centuries, and he just comes along and gets it all in one go. Bloody hell, I’m slipping up.”

“And yes, such knowledge is expensive, no doubt. I mean, I can get away with it because I have lots of time and, *giggle*, you know, being a super cute girl and all.” she said as she once again did that silly hair toss with that stupid smug look on her face.

“But if you are struggling to occupy your time, libraries are free you know? *giggle* I mean, what is to stop you from reading all the books on biomed? And I’m sure you could find your way into some groups who have an interest in it as well, no?”

“Oh yeah, that’s an easy one. My favorite movie is Kiki’s delivery service. I mean, I think that should be obvious. Girl with magic powers going out to make it in the world on her own, struggling to fit her abilities into this brave new world.”

“And I do like anime as well. Gotta love me some magical girls. Big part of helping me cope with this transformation of mine. Instead of being a freak of nature, I’m now that super cool magical girl going around bringing love and cuteness everywhere I go *giggle*”

“So do you get to travel around alot, being a pro-wrestler and all?”

“My bachelors was in Kinesiology— exercise science, in other words. I spent time in the lab doing studies as an intern and an assistant for a hot minute. Allows me to help others get into the shape they want to be in, et cetera. I had a big interest in prosthetics but the lab is what drew me in. But alas, I hate going to school to learn. I’m too hands on, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. And over time, my interest kinda stagnated for... well, what I do now.”

Gage chuckled to himself as he tipped the server and collected his card so he could slide it back in his wallet.

“Also, in the kinesiology major, virtually everyone is fit and has smarts on ‘em. It’s definitely a different experience. But, comparatively speaking, I wasn’t like I was now my freshman year. Kinda chubby, baby face. But, here I am now.”

The wrestler listened intently to her movie choice and confessing her love of anime. Thinking now, both answers should have been plainly obvious. With a gesture of his head, Gage got up from the booth and went to hold the door back outside for Pash. When she crossed the threshold back into the streets, Gage gently came to clutch her hand with a small tenderness. He wanted her to know he cared for her in this moment with a soft smile, albeit his face was a little pink at the gesture. Continuing their walk back to his apartment, he recounted just how many places he had been to with the organization.

“Oh yeah, I see virtually all the states, I’ve been overseas, different countries— I’ve been fortunate enough to see a lot of things and people. It’s been a wild ride for sure. So, where would you like to go if you could? Anywhere in the world.”

As soon as he asked that question, he pulled a small keycard out and put it up to a sensor on this somewhat plain looking but y’all building. The sensor beeped with approval as the door audibly unlocked and the wrestler got the door for Pash once more.

"Haha, even something like kinesiology was not hands on enough for you? I mean, the whole subject is about as physical as academics can possibly get."

"Well, I guess that makes two of us. Before the transformation, my hair was not quite this thick, or able to get this long for that matter," she said as she once again failed to resist the urge to toss her waist length bundle of blonde hair.

"My face was also a little plainer, eyes a little smaller. Tummy was totally not this tight," she said as she patted herself there. "I mean, now I can eat anything I want and it will still be this flat."

Pash saw him make to hold her hand. She could not help but giggle. Then again, she giggles at everything, so there is that.

"Haha, so you are into hand holding now are you? You filthy degenerate pervert you. *giggle*"

Normally Pash would pull away. She did not like it when it was someone else leading the flow of things as opposed to her being in complete control, but she decided to let this one slide. After all, it was just hand holding, and now she could tell herself that she was not being completely selfish.

"Where would I like to go? *giggle* More like where have I not been," said Pash. "Then again, if I were to go back to those places, they would all probably be very different from what I remember them being. Honestly, I don't know. I kind of just go where the winds blow. I guess it is different for people like me. No matter how little I plan for it, I'm sure I'll end of there eventually."

"So what is your favorite movie?"

“Changes are a funny thing, aren’t they? Crazy what a few years can do to ya’.”

Gage felt the need to ease her mind on the hand holding gesture when she teased him.

“Oh, don’t get the wrong idea— this is a show of friendship. I don’t mean to make ya uncomfortable, just... want ya’ to know I’m here for ya’.”

The wrestler listened to Pash’s sage advice about being a nomad and couldn’t help but feel envious as the elevators opened up to have the two of them slip inside. Pressing the button for the fourth floor, the two of them rode up the building and the doors opened up to an apartment that was the entire floor. It wasn’t insanely impressive but it was cozy and looked like it truly fit his style: title belts, luchador and wrestling masks, and well-worn sledgehammers adorned the walls.

“That’s tough... my favorite movie is probably Small Soldiers. Was a big part of my childhood. Loved the idea of my action figures running around with minds of their own. Simplistic, but I was very much into it.”

Gage tossed his keys and wallet on the table before turning to face Pash.

“Well, we’re here! Make yourself at home for the next week or so. With the 21 questions over, I guess my final question is: what do you wanna do now?”

"*giggle*, well, I know it is a show of friendship, I just like being in charge of the boy in case you have not noticed, so you making a move on my *giggle* hand like that, triggers some primal instinct in me that makes me want to pounce on you and kiss you into submission to reassert control."

"But in the name of friendship, I'll *giggle* resist that urge."

"Oooo nice. Wait, the belts I get. The masks I get, but what is with the sledgehammers?"

"Ah! Small soldiers! I remember that movie. I thought it was fascinating. It was clearly marketed towards kids, but usually with kid films you expect things to be simple and straight forward, but then this one goes and makes the heroic looking soldier types and the crazy and violence driven villains and the monster looking types as the sympathetic and noble heroes."

"I wonder how many kinds got all hyped when watching the ads and trailers, all ready to go in and root for who they thought would be the heroes, only to finally go to the theaters with their parents to find out that their "heroes" are terrible people."

"I'd imagine it messed up a few boys... or perhaps left them wiser for learning not to judge based on appearances..."

"Ah well, that is for the people with lab coats and clipboards to find out, not a silly little girl like me *giggle.*"

"Oh I'm content to keep talking. You just let me know when you want me to *giggle* tuck you in."

"But as for now, how about Toy Story? Did you like that one? Or I should say those ones."

The wrestler turned towards the wall with a feeling of fondness for time gone by. The sledgehammers in particular held a sentimental value.

“Oh, those? They’re from matches I’ve had that were uh... ‘No Holds Barred’ type of matches. Meaning you could use weapons if you want and guess which was my favorite.”

Gage chuckled to himself, recalling how he would drive the flat side of a sledgehammer into an opponents gut before giving them the Punishplex.

“Anyways... it’s been a while since I’ve done one of those, actually.”

Then, the wrestler meditated on Pash’s thoughts about Small Soldiers for a minute before speaking,

“Eh... I was always most interested in the Gorgons. I’m just big on monsters, often misunderstood and demonized for a different way of living and for looking different. So I can’t relate to that, so much. But the Toy Story trilogy has always been one of my favorites. Then again, who can say they hate it? Other than boring ass people, I suppose.”

Then, Gage decided to address the ‘bed time’ question.

“Honestly, I’m feeling pretty tired from everything today. If it’s okay with you, I think I’m ready now. You’re welcome to my bed, by the way. California King size, so it’s got room to spare. If that’s okay with you, of course.”

Gage shrugged and rubbed the back of his head a little awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed by the offer he gave.

"*giggle* well, this boring ass person thinks the second Toy Story was not really all that good in comparison to the other two."

"Ah! So I have your consent now, no?"

And before Gage could even respond, he felt someone jump up on his back. Judging by the small bit of sleeves he could see by his shoulders and the bit of skirt her could see around his hips, it was clear that this was the clone still dressed up in the schoolgirl outfit.

Pash, on the other hand, took no time at all in falling back into teacher mode.

"Well, it is time for me to put Gage-y kins in time out for being a naughty boy. Going around hitting people with sledgehammers, tsk tsk, I thought I taught you better."

She then gave him a playful shove, sending him and the clone on his back tumbling onto the bed.

Then Ms. Pash slowly crawled on top of him, very feline like. Stopping only when they were face to face.

"Do you have anything to say in defense of yourself young man, or are you ready to accept what is *giggle* coming your way?"

Gage was distracted by his incredulity at the idea of anyone finding Toy Story 2 boring before he felt someone glom onto his backside and restrain him. He could tell it was the schoolgirl clone almost instantly by the clothes. As Pash addressed the wrestler in her teacher persona, he felt his arousal coming back to him tenfold as he fell back onto the bed with the clone.

When the Ms. Pash crawled her way over his body and straddled him, he felt his member rise to immediate hardness through his pants, brushing against her thigh. He gulped before he retorted to the accusatory disciplinarian,

“No defense, just a request: that... refractory period is over. Before I’m put down, how bout a quickie? You can have absolute control over me—”

Gage smiled sheepishly up at Ms. Pash in hopes that her painted lips would bury him once more and bring him to climax.

"Oh I had a feeling you were going to ask for that. *giggle*"

The clone kicked off her shoes and then shifted her feet clad in her soft cotton socks and placed them on to the crotch of his pants, gently squeezing his member between her two feet, and then the clone started to rhythmically shift her feet up and down against him.

"I know, not quite your thing, but I'm sure you'll make due," she said as she planted a big sloppy kiss on his lips. She had to remind herself to break away. She almost forgot, but her sense of responsibility kicked it right in time.

"So when you say quickie, do you want to clone to go as fast as she can? I mean, we can take this slow if you want."

"After all, I quite literally have all the time in the world *giggle*."

The wrestler couldn’t help but gasp in surprise as the clones feet started to stroke him in a sensual, rhythmic manner. His already hard member started to throb with anticipation, finding the scenario of the two women restraining him and having their way with them.

“Going fast is fine by me, don’t wanna keep you attending to me for too long.”

Gage smiled softly, still reveling in the sensation of her big kiss. He wanted to release for her, to please her and help her to continue her survival via her outpouring of love energy.

Pash giggled as she watched the wrestler's face go all dreaming before going in for another smooch. She broke it off after about two seconds, but she could feel that controlling herself was getting harder and harder when what she needed on an survival level was right there for the taking.

But she was going to be nice, after all, Gage had been nothing but that for her.

That being said, the clone started rubbing a good bit faster. She wanted to be nice, but not that nice.

With his eyes closing reflexively and feeling himself melt into her sweet embrace, Gage could tell he was on the verge of release with the clone quickly stroking away with her silken feet.

“Oh, Pash, I’m gonna cum—“

Then the fire in his gut practically erupted as Pash and her clone continued their assault. All it would take is one more additional stimulus to push him over the edge.

Pash wanted to torment him. Boys in this particular state were so much fun. I mean, you could pretty much get them to say anything or promise anything. It goes without saying that Pash absolutely loved this state, but then again, it had been a long day.

So just decided to just go for the tried and true.

While on top of him, she leaned forward and undid the top button of her blouse, revealing just a bit of her cute, lacy bra.

As the clone prolonged her rubbing, Gage could hold in his release no longer. With a silent groan, Gage released at the clone’s behest before he relaxed into the clone’s embrace. Gage gave Pash a silent look of thanks before he kicked off his pants and slipped into his pajama pants for comfortability before he got back into bed.

“Well, Pash— work your magic, I suppose. Thank you, by the way.”