by MD Maurice
a transplant from Oz does some exploring. Won 1st place in Round 37 of the Weekly Quickie.
|Elphaba got to her feet and surveyed her new surroundings. The twister had swept her up, mere seconds before she managed to squash that little brat Dorothy with her perky breasts and howling little mutt. How unfortunate! How ill-timed and unfair!
The witch felt the old rage. When had things ever been fair for her? First, having been born cursed, and in such a wretched color! Truth be told, she wasn’t half bad looking under all that black and green. Her skin was still tight and firm, her figure was lush and of course, she was brilliant, far more so than that sparkly, vapid Glinda! Still, Oz in all its wonder, was an oddly unforgiving place. There were not too many suitors ready to woo her emerald-colored visage, no matter how pretty her eyes or how ruby red her lips.
How did they not expect her to go mad with the constant rejection? Sitting all alone in her tower with nothing to keep her company other than a legion of chattering, filthy flying monkeys?
Elphaba looked around. The twister had deposited her in a park. There was a pond and a wide expense of open ground fenced by trees. Beyond the tree line was a village of modest little dwellings. The doors to those dwellings all seemed to open at the same time, spilling out a number of strange beasts and beings who joined up in loud little groups at the edge of the park. The witch ducked behind a large bush. This wasn’t Oz, one couldn’t be too careful. Too late, she was spotted by a grotesque demon. It called out to her and she was startled to find she understood the words a little.
“Hey lady! Hey lady, hot costume!” the little monster flashed some unremarkable teeth in her direction before sauntering off into the night.
“Hot?” She wasn’t even warm. In fact, the climate here was refreshing, almost chilly. She took a few steps closer to the tree line, feeling emboldened by a stiff breeze that lifted her full shirts a few inches, tickling her bare knees. She crossed a wide, flat black river that felt as hard as rock under her heels. The witch approached the closest of the dwellings, a fat, glowing pumpkin sat grinning at her from the stoop. There was a thumping sound coming from inside the house and she could make out shadows moving around inside behind panes of glass.
The witch drew back, preparing to flee into the night when a door to her left flew open.
“Hi there! Great Costume. Come on in!” A large man dressed in yellow ushered her inside by her elbow. The sudden contact sent shivers radiating down her spine.
Inside, the place was dimly lit and smelled unfamiliar but not unpleasant. She flicked her tongue, tasting something sweet in the air about her. Elphaba gazed into a sea of dancing bodies, swaying against each other. She suddenly felt very warm indeed.
“That really is an amazing costume.” The man in yellow rubber was speaking to her. The witch turned to look at him. He was broad and dark, bare-chested under his bizarre yellow rubber suit. He shifted uncomfortably under her stark gaze.
“Fireman…yeah I know, not much of a stretch.” He said as Elphada continued to stare.
Suddenly, the man, she could clearly call him that now, reached out and touched her face. “How long did that take? All that green? It’s really something.”
The witch realized two things simultaneously; first, the man thought her skin was amazing and secondly, this man…a large and very fit man, had touched her.
Elphaba was suddenly, almost painfully aware of a burning need to be touched...more. She stepped closer, ran her nails down his smooth flesh. It was all the invitation the Fireman needed. He pulled the witch down the hall, whisked her inside a small dark room, closing the door behind them.
He wasted no time working his hands under her robes, parting the cloth to expose more of her green flesh. He moaned when she wantonly grabbed a hold of his cock, practically tearing it free from his pants. Her full breasts filled his palms, her ebony nipples hardening into tight, excited peaks under his flicking tongue. The witch tried not to cackle with joy when he found her sex at last, pinning her against the wall, driving up into her wet pussy. The fireman gripped her hips, growing more rigid inside her.
Elphaba was overcome with a new sensation, a hot white heat exploded inside her and at last she did cackle, wildly and with great pleasure. The fireman collapsed against her briefly before falling to the floor in a heap. The witch smiled down at him, warmly and with gratitude. She smiled as the green began to creep into his features and flow across his skin, staining it. His look of bliss abruptly changed to one of alarm as he too began to notice the change.
The witch leaned down and kissed his emerald-colored lips. Sadly, she thought, he did not look as attractive as he had moments ago. “Perhaps green just isn’t everyone’s color” she thought, and started off into the night.
Word count 869