Symm scratched his spikey
goatee apprehensively. Interactive dramas he hadn't played since
childhood, and those had all been educational. Strangely, Parker's
Place was known for its hardcore scenarios, where the regulars prided themselves
on initiating newbies. This wasn't going to be fun. More likely
it was going to be a learning experience.
The nearby bonfire bathed
the grassy area in flickering waves of baroque orange. Voices whispered
in the distance. Symm scratched again. His two piece neo-hellenistic
dress suit shielded him nicely from the cold lake winds. A stylish
silver tie flapped recklessly from his neck.
An imaginary narrator began
her verbal observations, appropriating Symm into the ongoing storyline.
The scene introduced him as a wayward prince, travelling along the muddy
roads of the wealthy King Diode.
"War winds and burning tears
assault my weary body. Long have I travelled to glimpse my beloved
Venus. But alas I have not the strength to continue this lonely journey."
Diode enters the scene," stated the narrator, "accompanied
by his lords and ladies."
Symm turned observantly towards
the approaching group. There were around five of them, still caressing
the darkness. Two could be seen fondling eachother and moaning obscurely.
Another barked. From the fiery pit nearby, a burning stone of coal
levitated to identify the lead's head. It transformed into a shimmering
weary stranger," began Diode. "Mayhaps
you require some warm assistance? A dreary night such as this is
certainly no peace to a lonesome traveller."
"Good sir, your words do
ring true. My tired bones can carry me no further."
A young boy lept from the
shadows, landing like a wolf near Symm's feet. He was no more than
an infant, but startled Symm nonetheless.
yelled the king. "Return to me at once!"
The boy turned to his master
apologize for my dog's disobedience good fellow, and I pray he did not
Symm paused as was dictated
by the scene's expectations. "It appears your pup has awoken my vibrance."
Diode laughed wholeheartedly,
patting Snapcase's young head. "Good fellow,
do join us. We return to my palace for a night of warm food and warmer
"Gracious sir, it would be
called out one of the others. She stepped from the shadows to reveal
herself. Her lover followed, wrapping his hands around her waist
and resting his chin upon her shoulder. "Mayhaps
this is the one we seek?"
Coals flew from the fire
to encircle the lady's wrist. They morphed into thorns and remained
there spinning. Symm knew instantly that things were bad. This
lady had already summoned a weapon. She was going to be a problem,
and he had to deal with her immediately.
"I am sure good strangers,
that one as insignificant as I could represent any semblance of necessity."
believe good king, that this weary stranger is none other than the man
we pursue. The defiler."
All paused, allowing the
suspense to grow. The fire cracked louder and the winds hissed.
Symm used the time to think.
"Good sir, I beg your pardon,
but I have defiled none. I have never stepped upon your lands before."
I will not have you assaulting my guests."
sir, I believe I recognize him. His wardrobe does not fool me.
I could never forget those lips."
Symm rolled his eyes.
She was pulling his real persona into the Play's realm, which meant she
was either attracted to him, or somehow knew him from the streets, or the
Mountain, or... Columns forbid... the Freeze.
Standing in plain view of
the fire, they were easier to analyze. Each wore colours and attires
specific to goth-psychedelics. Black rubber fabrics, stitched wildly
with white hatches. All revealed ringed collars, symbolic of aggressive
subcultures. There was a strong hint of irony in the Play's atmosphere
and the reality of their street personas. He couldn't help but flicker
a smile. They poorly idealized the characters they represented.
sir, how are you called?" questioned Diode.
"My name is Symm, my lord."
Tendril's lover stepped from
behind her, gazing at Symm. His heavy girth foreshadowed much more
of a menacing outcome. Still, he donned no weapons, and no new coals
were summoned to him.
agree with my love good king," began the hulk. "His
lips I recall from our placement with Satin's rangers. I have seen
none like him. Tendril and I had spent the remainder of that night
discussing this hypnotic feature. Until now however, it never struck
me that he might be the one we sought."
"Good nobles, I believe you
have mistaken me with another. I know not of any rangers."
is definitely the one," growled Tendril. "He
has made a whore of your lover."
"I have done no such thing!"
yelled Symm, coals flying to his wrists.
how do you explain your lips!?"
were the cloaked figure fleeing the scene of the frost disaster.
It was you who pulled our mistress from the fallout."
Symm suddenly remembered
their faces. Years earlier the Freeze ripped through the Underworld,
killing hundreds of goth-psychedelics. He was there with his father,
presenting the Artifact to their leader Zalek, an offer of peace between
the two tribes. But something had gone awry. As they fled for
safety, he had rescued a g-p from an icy tomb. The girl would have
remember you villain. And you took our cousin as a prize!"
"I saved her life you fool!
I did not take her as a prize." Symm screwed up. The two individuals
were different. He had acknowledged involvement with their cousin,
but implied the wrong one. They had tricked him. They had used
his accident in the Tunnels against him in the Play.
him!" commanded King Diode. "I will
not have this thief walking my lands. You will be punished for your
crimes vile Symm."
Symm said nothing, but wasn't
going to bow down without a fight. Thorns mutated from his bracelet
coals as Tendril approached him. They eyed eachother with calculating
anticipation. The others did nothing, watching their warrior friend
anxiously. Snapcase growled, showing his readiness.
Tendril lashed out, thorns
slashing at Symm's shoulder blade. It wasn't much of a knife fight.
Symm went down in a troubled heap, clutching his paralysing wound.
Coals flew at Diode's command, morphing into chords and restricting his
wrists. Symm's thorns returned to the fire, replaced by a cotton
sling which guarded his injured arm. Tendril slithered closer and
twisted his tie in her gloved hand. "At your
command my king," she waited, her thorns focused on Symm's rebellious
He will never look upon my lover again, and Venus will be punished when
we return home."
"You're making a mistake
sir. I did not know."
spat Tendril and drove her thorns into his eyes.
The narrator interrupted
Symm's screaming, marking the end of the scene. The fires died and
darkness descended. The interlude began.
Symm stood unhurt but angry,
peering deep into Tendril's eyes.
"We did not attack your leader,
and we are not responsible for your people's slaughter. One day you
will realize that!" Symm turned from her defiantly and walked away.
Tracer and Onyx stood on the
back patio, motioning for his presence.
like you're in some trouble in here Symm."
have to go to the Park."
"You're leaving now?"
We took some stuff from Curvature, but it's time to go."
"Listen... I think I may
know who took the speeder. But it's just a possibility."
From the Underworld?" Onyx stood in silence pondering the
possibility. "Did the g-p's say anything about
that in the Play?"
"No they're just angry about
the Freeze. I think I'm gonna end up on trial for fucking Venus."
Symm laughed. "No no.
But I'm guessing they'll try getting me addicted. This pack is out
to get me and they can legally use the Play to do it."
think you can handle it?"
"Yeah, I've got a few tricks
in store myself."
Symm watched as Onyx removed
a tube of green pigments from his rubber sidebag. Smearing them across
his palm, music rang from his anointed hand, sweet and clear. Needles
of pine sprang forth, euphoniously enveloping his arm in a swirl of prickly
quills. Skin, bone and muscle surrendered to its growth.
Tracer took his hand, closing
her eyes. The quills spread to cover them both. They saluted
Symm good-bye and disappeared.
you admit your involvement with the King's lover?" asked a new character.
He could tell it was Blink's young voice.
"The only thing I admit,"
began Symm, wrapped in a shoulder sling and shielded by a crimson blindfold,
"is that I am trickery's fool. I had no knowledge of Venus' relationship
to the good king, and she made no attempt to inform me of that truth.
I admit only that I have committed acts of love, and not those of a thief.
Had I known of his involvement I would never have pursued him."
Blink scribbled loudly
onto a piece of parchment, apparently noting down the proceeding’s events.
The two were surprisingly alone in the cell. With Tracer and Onyx
also gone, he felt a heavier pressure. The night air seemed to grow
colder and empty.
"Are there any more questions?"
he asked sarcastically.
one. When was the last time you associated with Venus?"
Symm paused, not really knowing
what to say. How would this affect his getting out of the Play?
"It would have been over a month ago."
"Yes, I have not seen him
for quite the duration. I travelled to these lands looking for him,
as my associates informed me that he may be here."
see. Thank you."
"Now may I ask a question?"
course," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"How many other lovers has
Blink paused and Symm knew
she was straining to think.
"Have YOU ever seen Venus
with another lover?" he pressed.
good stranger, and I will see what I can do to help thee."
Diode, his companion Venus, and the warrior Tendril enter the scene,"
stated the narrator.
lord, I do beseech you," pleaded Venus. "Please
reconsider. I have been a wretched lover and I wish to repay you."
me vile whore. Tendril! Keep this filth away from me."
course my lord."
Blindfolded, Symm could not
see what transpired, but by the noisy scuffle, assumed Venus had been thrown
nearby. Stirring to achieve a better position, his restrains kept
him at bay. He focused on the situation, hoping to get some useful
information, and hopefully set his plans in motion.
villain, have you confessed to your crimes?"
Symm said nothing, knowing
it would have a stronger affect.
admits to an involvement my lord," intervened Blink. "But
he states he knew nothing of your existence as Venus' lover as well.
It is all transcribed here."
you, young scribe. Now he will rot in this cage along with this 'vermin'.
Come, let us not waste the duration of this night on these maggots when
we can dine in splendour. I've had my fill of their sour demeanour
and crave a richer sustenance."
Diode and the others exit," stated the narrator, "leaving
Symm and Venus alone in the cell."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Symm began immediately.
my beauty. I could not resist. I only wanted to be with you
and could not tell you of the king."
"And now you have imprisoned
us both in this dungeon."
know... but is it really so bad?" Venus asked in a wry tone.
"I want to be free, not trapped
within these walls."
you are with me now my love. It's so romantic."
"Venus. This love is
nothing if we are not free. And I cannot but question the sincerity
of your affection."
"Yes Venus, I cannot trust
Symm tensed away from Venus'
warm embrace, but his restraints held him at bay. He could smell
the sweet chocolate scent of Venus' breath. Heat flowed between them,
blood rushing through their veins.
"I cannot do this," Symm
began. "How am I to know there are not others?"
want only you dear Symm."
"Alas. If only I could
you can! Why do you not trust me? Can you not feel how I desire
"How many others have you
entrapped sweet Venus? How many others have you imprisoned within
these dismal walls? Have you no shame? How long will you continue
to betray those who care for you?"
There was a long pause and
Symm could feel the affect. Venus' grip tightened, holding on like
a desperate child. Symm knew he had to continue pressing. Continue
twisting the Play's scene to instigate a reaction. He had to force
Venus into accepting the alternatives.
"It does not have to be this
way dear Venus. Not anymore. You can change your old ways and
free yourself from this twisted cage."
don't know if I can," he began to sob, nuzzling his wet lips into
the nape of Symm's neck. Pressing closer, Venus slid his hands beneath
Symm's suitjacket. He fiddled with the folds of the dress shirt,
finally unlodging it. Venus erotically caressed the strong muscles
of Symm's tight back.
"Venus, we must be free.
We must free ourselves from this dungeon."
know my love," but he was not listening. His only intention
was to seduce, as programmed by the Queen Host's conditioning. Wanton
hands shifted forward, unbuckling the firm belt wrapped around his partner's
Symm exhaled loudly, releasing
the built up sexual tension. Twisting his position, he kissed Venus'
cheek. Then again, and again. His mouth watered as the whore's
chocolate scent filled his nostrils. Venus shifted, returning Symm's
kiss full on. Kiss after kiss their tongues swept deeper into the
other's, hungry with passion. Chocolate filled Symm's mouth and he
could almost think of nothing else.
Venus released himself from
their oral embrace, and reached for Symm's hands. Untying the chords
around his wrists, he freed his partner from his cumbersome restraints.
this could be fun," he teased, "but I want
you to show me how much you want me." Leaning closer, he melted
his hips against Symm's pelvis. Within seconds his thick, shifting
genitalia wrapped and squeezed through the dual layers of fabric, commencing
a session of dry erogenous gyrations. "You
have the most beautiful lips dear Symm."
"Do you think so?" he teased,
leaning his head back as so Venus would continue to look.
hmmm," he moaned, fixated.
"What do you like about them?"
Venus sighed pleasurably,
an emotion very alien to him but nonetheless pleasant. "I
love their colour. I love their texture. I could stare at them
"Do you love me Venus?"
love you Symm. I never want to be with anyone else. I only
want you my beautiful Symm." Venus' eyes never left Symm's
wondrous lips. He stared captivated by their shape and arousing texture.
Symm reached downwards, slowly
separating their chocolate covered hips. He didn't want to break
the spell, and Venus did nothing. The whore only stood there, mesmerized
and unable to continue his seduction. Placing Venus' arms around
his neck, Symm licked his own lips. Venus moaned at the visual delight.
Round and round he licked, tracing the outline of his mouth with his wet
"You can have this my love,"
Symm began hypnotically. "You can have it all once more, but you
have to deny thy master. You have to forget the past and move into
the future. And you have to do this for yourself sweet Venus, not
for me. Not for the pleasure I can offer. You must free
yourself from your oppressive chains."
help me Symm. I know you can help me. Please set me free."
"Close your eyes sweet Venus.
But think only of my lips. Think only of my lips. Nothing else
exists but my lips. Think only of my lips."
Venus closed his eyes, following
Symm's commands. Symm reached into Venus' jacket, laying his hands
against a bare chest. He caught a nipple in his calculating fingers,
fondling it gently. Venus smiled but stood still. Drawing a
trail downwards, Symm heightened the suspense. Untying the silk bows,
the whore's pants fell easily to the ground, revealing an unstable mound
of pelvic chocolate. Symm smoothed the quivering mass, hoping it
would not kill him outright. This body could assume any shape making
it one of the most sought after sexual partners. Of course the experience
had a price... addiction. Not quite as severe as copulating with
the Queen Host herself, but life changing nonetheless.
"Concentrate on my lips sweet
Venus. Concentrate on my lips. Do not let your body take control.
You must overpower your oppressor. My lips will guide you."
Seconds later Venus' pelvis
held a stable shape. Flesh exposed itself from the chocolate shell.
A twisting penis jutted from its base.
"You can do it Venus, concentrate.
Symm knew this was impossible.
He could hear slight whispers from the other's nearby, but none would interfere.
Reality was changing. He was breaking the Chocolate Virus.
Symm sunk to his knees, fondling
the half flesh, half chocolate penis in his hands. The organ grew
and grew, hungry for warm attention. He gripped the member firmly,
pulling off the melting chocolate as he stroked. Venus moaned enthusiastically,
still holding his concentration.
"Concentrate on my lips."
Symm widened his lips and
sucked the throbbing meat into his wet mouth. Licking circles around
the raging head, he tightened his oral grip. Pump after pump he fed
the whore with a long forgotten euphoria. Endorphins erupted in Venus'
head, cascading through synaptic orifices. Hybrid semen filled Symm's
you," Venus whispered greatfully, falling to the damp grass, "thank
A vaccine to the Chocolate
Virus had been found.