User:Athena Hawkins/ID Clean



Inamorata Drifters is a series of short stories published by Goddess Publishing, written by company director Athena Hawkins around two lesbian lovers who venture through space in a caravan. Kasdeya and Lyric, the protagonists of the story, abandon their miserable lives in exchange for an extraordinary adventure, loving and caring for each other through the story. Despite opposing views and some trouble bonding together at first, the two get really close and enjoy their adventure together. It starts with a long introduction that breaks off into a series of fairly unconnected short stories that follow Lyric and Kasdeya's chemistry. The story is set outside of the Zaxinian Lifts; while it does take place at the same time as Phase 2, it is not part of the Lifts and nor are the characters part of it just yet, instead being a minority in the actual Fantendoverse.

Introduction

 * For getting a single spot dirty on a dish we hardly ever use, I was sent up to my cobweb-filled bedroom from a Thanksgiving feast by my ill-tempered stepmother. I complied without complaint, moving up the dusty stairs of my cobweb-filled house to vacate in my chamber for the rest of the night. As soon as they were out of hearing range, I laughed my ass off and threw my back and head against the wall, cackling away. I was an unusual person, you see. I saw life as a chessboard - and still see it as such - and thought of my abusive parents to be mere pawns opposing me. I could crush them like insects, if I really wanted to. But alas, I am not a violent person by nature... I just liked to think about doing such things, showing them how little I cared for them.


 * After I was done having a cackling stroke, I walked into my room. As usual, spider colonies crawled viciously across my cobweb-lined walls and scorpions scattered their individual legs across the floor. I loved arachnids, and had been feeding them for the past decade as they became my only real friends in the midst of my life. I always ensured that they would get the food and attention they would need, and in return, they would pinch and sting at anyone that dared to enter my room without permission. Once, my great aunt fell dead to the power of one of my scorpion pets, but I was completely unfazed by it, as she hated me too. Almost everyone in my family hates me as I'm a trans woman. I like to call myself by all the offensive names they have for people like that, but for the sake of getting this published, I'm just gonna say I'm trans.


 * I go by the alias "Lyric", a name that a friend of mine loaned to me after I became very dissatisfied with the name "Kirk", which was my birth name. I hated that name and still do after all this time, and when I made the choice to be called Lyric via insisting it to my family, I got no support from them, and our poor chemistry already started plummeting more harshly. But you know what? They always hated me, right from the start. Always was unwilling to do house work, laundry or the like, as I was only interested in following my own rules and regulations. I liked to find loopholes in my chores by getting my school friends to do my chores for me. I always had a strong history of being grounded, but it was never effective, as they had nothing to actually ground me from. I was a pain, my father said.

"Do you think they'll ever learn?" I smirked at a spider that was dangling from the ceiling. It was a female black widow; I could easily tell with the attractive red hourglass on its back. It swayed in the breeze, just a little as all of its little beady eyes stared at me. "Or do you think they'll remain pawns forever on my chessboard?"


 * The spider bounced up and down on its threading, as if to say yes to me. The spiders knew I loved them after years and years of trained communication. I would let them crawl in my untamed hair and burrow in my body, if they really wanted to. I never really shaved at the time as I wanted all my little bugs to enjoy having safe places to lay their eggs at. All the spiders are good pieces on my little board; on the worst days, they would sometimes be my only liked pieces. The spiders helped me out greatly in return for my bombastic generosity; they would form giant spider webs outside of my third-floor bedroom so that I could drop through them to slow my descent and go snatch whatever I wanted from the store by night. I mostly bought food for them and just took the cheapest, most unhealthy food for myself to eat. Eating feast-like dinners every night that are completely filled with healthy food are impossible to live through.

"Kirk!" my stepmother suddenly gasped from the other side of the door. "Kirk, you better not be playing any damn video games! You know that you're grounded, you know!"

"Well mother, if you knew a thing about your daughter..." I smiled as I heard her cringe on the other side of the wormwood door. "...You would already know that I possess no video games. You destroyed them all with an intense wildfire, meaning I have none left. Is your brain rotting?"


 * My stepmother didn't like my attitude. I just heard her grumble and go downstairs, threatening to go get my father to do two things: 1) prove I was Kirk and 2) tell me to teach them with respect. I wasn't going to have this, so I simply announced to my arachnid friends that I was going to go to a K-Mart and go get something nice. I advised them to simply sting my parents rapidly and fend themselves for as long as they could while I was gone. Almost immediately upon saying this, the spiders started making webs outside, forming a safe passage I could go down made from web. It may sound gross to you, but I like the feeling of sliding into a bunch of spiderwebs. The cotton feels so nice on my skin, and makes me look so ghostly when it's late at night. As I thought about K-Mart, I heard my parents burst into my room, then the sound of screaming as both scampered downstairs.

"Foolish humans." I remembered saying to myself, cackling just a little in glee. "Don't they know how to knock before they enter? Better yet, don't they know scorpions thrive under my bed? Hm, what fascinating parents indeed..."


 * I turned my head back to view my wooden three-floor house. It looked nice from the outside, at least to me... the looks of a deteriorating, breaking-apart blue-and-green wooden house is such a fine, unique aesthetic. It was fun to climb the outer walls of my house when I was a simple child; because of budget cuts, a lot of the walls I made in the house's walls were never fixed. Animals could slip in with ease, as well as trained burglars, both of which could get away with nearly anything and escape. The electricity no longer functions for many of the house's rooms, making plenty of it shrouded in complete darkness. I lived all the way in northern Washington, so I kind of lived in bear country; a female bear would often visit my room by climbing the steel ladder leading up to my window and come in, where I would fill it up with treats and let it sleep on my bed. My parents got used to it, eventually.

"It's a pity that my true mother died." I smirked once more, staring at the cobweb-infested building. "Perhaps if she still lived, my life wouldn't be in such shambles... but then again, I could still hate her... bah! Who cares about any of my family members, they all wish me dead."


 * As I still heard the screaming of my terrified parents, I walked across the viridescent grass under the pale moonlight. I felt nothing inside of my hollow chest as I walked to the K-Mart. I was wondering if my life would actually turn interesting at any point, but after having gone through a long road of pure disappointment and laughable antics, I dismissed such thoughts from my head. The road to the K-Mart wasn't a long one; all I really have to do is just walk a mile from my house and get in through the backdoor with my blood-stained cash. Though I never got money from my family, I actually got help by the local bullies in my high school. Though I was a little bit underage, like a month before I turned eighteen, I made all the bullies there into my friends with benefits, and they were so thankful with all my random, undeserved help that they just gave me cash, one after the other. They were rooks on my chessboard.


 * Speaking of my high school, that was terrible. All the teachers were way too happy and optimistic, and were definitely intoxicated by coffee, as everyone appeared to be high on caffeine there. In contrast, all the students around me were frustrated, and all the real girls there were bored by the countless lectures and daunting exams. I actually liked learning and was acknowledged as an As type of person, but I hated being the "teacher's pet" whenever they made me one, as it made me feel above everyone else. In reality, I was just a terrible human being that didn't give a crap about anyone there, especially the really enthusiastic math teacher. The way his eyes gleamed proudly when he introduced himself, the way he passed his papers... I hated every inch of him. I wanted to turn him into stew and eat him from the ground up, though I knew I could not digest such a complex body.


 * As I walked up to the K-Mart in the middle of the hard rain, I bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going, biscuit." I said flatly at the fairly wide man that stood in front of me. He teared up and ran away from me. See? I was pure evil, nothing could stop me. I was convinced by myself to turn the chessboard around and become the evil side, but that would make my parents the good people. I decided to not complicate things further within my mind. "Alright, thanks for getting out of the way!"


 * He didn't respond back when I skid around the corner of the K-Mart. I took a key from my pocket - a bully named Bruce gave it to me after bowing and kissing my hand thrice - and used it to open the storage room. I heard a hissing sound when my foot went inside, but I took it for a snake. However, human-like footsteps from within made me think it might have been something else. Whistling innocently, I shut the steel door behind myself and looked around the room, using my kerosene lamp to peek around. I didn't see anything unusual nor snakelike or human-like in the room. Knowing the store well, I pulled aside two huge wooden crates with minimal difficulty to unveil a manhole. I crawled down the ladder and wound up in a smaller store that's been hidden from the primary store for years on years.


 * A man standing under a black grim reaper-like cloak ran the stand underneath the store. He sold primarily junk-food... his name was Berry, as he once told me when he got drunk off of a Valerian Martini, but he professionally goes by the name "Grim". It was edgy and quite pathetic, really, as underneath that cloak and skull-like mask, he was nothing more than your average human being wearing a fancy Halloween costume. It was laughable, yet I valued this man as a bishop in my chess army. He was very helpful and always gave me what I needed. We didn't even speak that much as I started handing him cash, looking for chips.

"Hassss your sssssituation with your family gotten any better?" he hissed out quietly, staring into my little eyes. "I'm ssssssssssorry for their missssstreatment of you... I wisssssssssh I wassssssss your father ssssssometimesssss..."

"Unfortunately, they hadn't gotten any better!" I laughed, shrugging it off instantly. I did not care what my unstable stepmother or abusive father thought of me anymore since three years prior to this point in my life story. "However, I did get a nice amount of spiders to crawl up together and form a human-like body for me to sleep with. Very comfortable, I loved it very much... what's the problem with having a thousand legs scatter across your skin?"

"Excellent, you know your sssssssssspiderssss very well, young lady..." he gracefully smiled as he saw me put packages of Pringles and boxes of Cheez-Its under my arms, as well as lots of bread crumbs. "Remember that hissssssssing ssssound you heard when you came in?"

"What hissing sound?" I tried to say to him playfully, but he didn't buy my bullcrap for even one moment. He knew I heard it. "Surely there wouldn't be vipers in this building~"

"You fool, I do not ssssspeak of snakes..." he grinned teasingly at me, brushing his fluffy red hair back. I had to admit, he always looked hot when he did that. "There wassssss ssssssomething human-like up there... tread carefully assssssss you go back home... you may not like what might become of you, otherwisssssssssse..."


 * I nodded and put my stuff into a black paper bag, heading up the ladder. It must have been 9PM - past curfew, as I could tell with spotlights surrounding the suburbs of Lynden lighting up and searching for intruders. It was easy enough for me to get back home, and it's something I did every night I came to this convenience store. I would wait for officers to patrol nearby, then pin them with a sleeping medication needle and hurl them into the spotlight, then make a run for it through some bushes or trees. The art of camouflage helped me make it past curfew security; my hair was so bushy that it helped me look like a tree in ways. I would pin down officer by officer I came past to make them into bait for the lights as I sneaked over the mile-long trip back to my house.


 * A bit of a pacebreaker, but I won't talk any more about that "action" bit. It's just so lame and boring honestly; average human beings may find such an experience frightening or even exciting, but I was personally bored by the limits of human abilities to even give a crap about what situation I was really in. I definitely noticed that the house was a lot quieter; there would often be arguments and feuds going on in the house, but none were emerging from it. In fact, all of the working lights in the house appeared to be off as I stared from a distance. As I stood still, an intelligent officer was finally smart enough to catch me from behind, throwing a net over my hair.

"Gotcha!" said the police officer briskly, holding me down against the ground. "Where do you think you're going, young man?"

"Young lady, mind you." I told him in my usual gruff, annoyed manner. "Now let me go, or I'm going to really make you wish you did."

"Ho ho!" he laughed viciously to himself. "A dyke, I assume? Very well, I guess I'll have to take advantage of this..."


 * The moment he started unbuckling his pants, I threw my fist right into my face, knocking him down. I disappeared to the other side of my house, dashing into the dining room and hiding under the table. and pulling its flaps down to obscure me. Officers eventually entered my home to search for me - as they finally knew I was sneaking around past curfew - but they seemed to not be interested in me at all at some point. I heard gasps of horror emerge from their raspy throats, followed by a few screams. The officers appeared to start mumbling in fear. What was going on, I wondered? I peeked under the table to look at them - they were all shaking, and violently too.

"W-what happened here?" whispered one of the officers, who was recovering. "Why is she dead?"

"Who is dead, now?" spoke another officer, peering into the rooms. "Egads, an obese woman! And a pig-faced adult male, too! Both of them are bleeding profusely on the floor as we speak!"


 * At first, I didn't believe them, but as they started to reveal some of their clothing details and bodily features, I was a little shocked. Just a little; I never cared for them being alive.

"That woman, with her sanguine hair hanging against the wall and her scarlet dress ripped and torn to shreds by what appears to be sharp nails..." trembled the only female officer, by the looks of it. I could see her nearly hairless legs. Mmm, legs. "A-and that man, with his greasy black hair cut right up and with his square-like skull split open... what a horrific sight!"

"Maybe that kid was wandering around so she could seek out help!" spoke one of the officers with a bit of wiseness in his voice. "Hell, it appears that none of the electricity works that well around here, so maybe dialing 9-1-1 wasn't really helping them..."

"Well, in any case..." spoke one of the officers. "It's that child's problem now. They're a dyke, after all."

"Yeahhhh." laughed one of the officers nervously. "L-let's just go home, okay? There is nothing eerie or wrong here, n-nothing at all."


 * The amount of courage they lacked as police officers was super stunning. As I heard them pack their way out of the room, I lifted one of the table flaps and crawled out from under it, running my way through the arch leading into the living room. It was true - both of my usual parents were well-dead and lying across the floor, their mouths open in huge Os. All of my brothers and sisters were dead too, piled up in a corner in the kitchen. You might think I'd be very unfazed by this, but I wasn't. I just shrugged it off. I simply decided to sit down at the table and continue eating my dinner. The cranberry sauce was cold, but I liked it that way, though it admittedly felt strange to just casually eat it with all my dead family members laying dead on the floor.


 * Some of the spiders were crawling out of my room, as they heard my usual fork-clattering table patterns that signified that I was back home. I quickly opened my breadcrumbs box, spilling all of it out onto the table. Within moments, several spiders and scorpions were heading up the table, munching down on the crumbs. I loved them, I really did! They are like little queens that I treasure and worship when I can. I mean, they might be treasuring and worshiping me, but I personally liked to see them as beings I worshiped instead. As I munched down on my cranberry sauce, one of the spiders actually crawled up onto my wrist and ran over it, over and over again. That meant it wanted my attention - when I stared down at it, it scampered up to my room, which beckoned me to follow.


 * I wasn't really sure what to expect, honestly. I started walking up the creaky steps of my seemingly abandoned home, taking care to not step on the third, seventh, or thirteenth steps on the first staircase. If I stepped through any of them, I would plummet to the floor under the staircase and piss off my spidery friends that lie peacefully within those eaves. When I went up the next staircase, I tried to avoid every other step from the third step onwards, as I would probably fall to my death. As I started to approach my room, I heard the same hissing sounds I did from before. I was skeptical at the thought of it being a snake this time, as it had the talons necessary to split my mother's chest open into pieces and the mouth necessary to peck my father in a bunch of weird-looking kisses. Yet, double-fanged bites were present all over their bodies, so what did I know?

"Hello?" I casually called, five steps away from entering my room. There was no response, but maybe nobody heard me as the door was shut. The spider that told me to come up slipped under the crack of my door, so perhaps there was nothing too bad waiting in there. Still, I personally didn't feel like dying just yet. I started to knock on the door, eager for a response. "Can whatever half-assed weirdo murderer in there actually care to respond? You're in my room, you can play by my rulebook."


 * As I said that, the hissing sound got louder, but nothing appeared to actually approach me from behind the door. I then realized that whatever's in there is dealing with scorpions that have stingers full of such powerful venom that they can kill humans within an instant - is there any actual human being in there?? If so, how are they dealing with dozens of scorpions all at once? Or maybe they're all asleep?... no, impossible. They would be scampering all over the room. I sighed as I pushed open the creaky wooden door to my room, and boy... I was met with a surprise you wouldn't be finding within even a thousand years.

"Hello~" came the echoing, dazzling purr of a white, supposedly extraterrestrial being resting atop my bed. The three-horned demonic-like creature was resting on her side, her meaty pink tail curling and undoing itself as it thwacked mercilessly against her bed. She held her bra-clad breasts gently in her clawed hands, which dripped with oozing blood that supposedly came from that of my fallen family members. She flicked her azure hair back as she looked right at me. "You look a little grumpy, Kirk, want your temptress to fix that~?"

"Hi." I said extremely casually. Now, a succubus trying to invite me to my own bed was completely new, but I was totally unfazed. "Look, I know you're trying to put on the act of being sexy, but you got my name wrong. It's Lyric, you hag. I'm a girl."

"But you look so masculine and manly~" she teased, trying to lift her bloody claws up and draw them towards herself to get me over to her. "I ensure I'll keep you happy~"

"Tsk, tsk." I smiled at her slyly. "Succubi would have to follow what their prey want until they're ready to kill them, no? If this is my last stand, then I'm going to ask you call me a girl. I sit on the toilet to piss like a girl, I pretend to have a pregnancy every nine months like a girl, and fondle like a girl rather than a man. Can you piss off with the cutesy language, please?"

"Mmm, you got me well-cornered, Lyric~" she giggled, her tail thwacking around. Temptresses must not like to give up, I thought bitterly. "But I can give you love that no other girl can really get from me... I mean, we don't have to do it if you don't wanna do it with me..." she teased, almost reluctantly sitting up to lick her lips and try and grab my hand. "But I do want you to rest here... I'll keep you warm, I promise...~ Away from the losers that isolate you from the rest of the universe...~"


 * I sighed as I gently moved my hand forward, giving her the consent to do anything except sex. I didn't want to take any chances with pissing off a demon, so I kind of held everything I had back, even the rude things I enjoyed saying so much. Death isn't really the "in" sort of thing to me, so it's not within my interests... so I just played safe with the demon. The demon calmly took my hand, which was surprisingly warm - so warm, in fact, that it felt like my hand was burning from just the mere contact! I almost tried to struggle free, but I let her gently close her fingers around my hand. With grace, she pulled me onto the bed, pushing me right towards her half-naked body. At first, it was a little uncomfortable for me to be pressed kind of roughly into her warmth, but I reluctantly adjusted to it. I didn't really have the words to back her away from me, and I started to not feel like getting away from her as I started to embrace her warmth. I'm not sure what came over me then, and still don't know now.

"You must be so tired..." she hissed a little into my ear, rubbing a claw over my chest to feel my heartbeat throb through her fingers. "Let your succubus play with your heart a little... pretty please~?"

"Fine..." I sighed gently to myself. It was an unusual move to make on my part, but this demon made it very clear that she wasn't going to simply move away, and I just wanted to get this all done yet. Yet, I did want to feel what a person feels if they were to be handled by a friendly demon. I let her...


 * A little bit of time passed, but we winded up laying together.

"Very well." I spoke up to her. "I'm yours, then. Just try to ask before you do anything with me, alright? I don't want to end up like some tortured scarecrow that gets scared by the things that it's supposed to scare itself."

"Mmmmm..." she smiled, cupping my cheeks and pulling me in for a kiss. I let her, returning it. I wasn't a very good kisser, I'll admit, and she could clearly tell - though she appreciated my effort, anyway. "I love you Lyric... we should get some rest, babe..."

"'Babe' so soon, hah?" I laughed as I lit up some candles in the room. "Let's just get some sleep, and then we'll talk about calling me babe, going to town on me, and all that crazy crap. Try not to endow me in my sleep, as tempting as it might look."

"Alright, Lyric baby..." she smiled, her eyes drooping. "Good night, hon...~"

"Night..."


 * The two of us cuddled up on the bed, with Kasdeya spooning me as we fell fast asleep. I guess we became girlfriends at that point? That's how I met this succubus. She was... weird to deal with, but I definitely thought she did a good job winning my trust and winning my mouth. She earned so many rights that others would have to work for a century to get up to, and I think that shows just how much I already began to trust her. Sure, I was a little reluctant with her on some things, but she did let me get some pleasant sleep and relaxation time with her. That moment where she entered my mouth was really unexpected, but it felt so rewarding for some reason. Maybe it's the fact that my first kiss, ever, came from a demon. I tried to not think it over too hard for the weeks that followed.

THE END - INTRODUCTION

List of subsequent short stories
If it is within your heart's desire, you may write your own little short stories.
 * "Waking Up"

Trivia

 * The story overall is somewhat of a nod to the old Syi-Fi series, featuring a very strange premise with unusual backstories and setting as well as good lesbian characters.