Stranger Things on Heaven and Earth

I sagged and Twi pushed me into the passenger seat, before scrambling into the back seat. Festina hit the accelerator and we started off down the suburban street, driving past my neighbors house. Standing on the front lawn, holding a small cup of orange juice, with suntan lotion on his nose and a straw brimmed hat, was a...very familiar looking oily man. Standing on the poach was a nice looking, somewhat plump brunette woman, with two little girls. My brow furrowed -- and the new neighbor lifted his glass to me in a salute.

Then we were around the corner.

***

Twi moaned, her palms planted against my chest, her head hanging forward. She was purple and, because we could, had wings. Those wings fanned outwards like an angel as her hips rose and fell, my cock plunging into her moist, eager pussy. Her ass cheeks clapped together every time she drove herself down on my cock, mewling and moaning as she ducked down, her eyes closed. Beads of sweat, glittering like gemstones, dripped from the tips of her petite breasts, even as she whispered, softly. "Oh Malik."

My hands glided along her back, reaching up to cup where her wings met her shoulder blades. I found her feathers, then started to tease them with my fingers, drawing her in close. Her breasts mashed against my chest and her nose pressed into my neck, breathing in my scent. My hands reached down to squeeze her ass, and I started to thrust up into her slightly faster -- we had been going lazy and slow before, but now our hips drove against one another faster and faster. Twi began to let out eager little yips, her head throwing back, her wings flaring out as she cried out. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I hit my crest. My hands squeezed her hips tight and I thrust up inside of her, white washing across my eyes as my cum began to pump into her cunt. Twi let out tiny little moans with every spurt, her eyes closed, her body trembling as she rocked her hips slowly back and forth against me. Then, sagging, she buried her nose against my neck again, breathing in my scent.

"Goddamn..." I murmured.

The small bedroom we had on the reconstituted Normandy stank of sweat and spunk and I did not care one whit. Twi reached out with one hand, fumbling, and found the small injector she had gotten from the medical bay that had pushed me past round six and into round twelve. "Think we can go for thirteen?" She mumbled.

A wham wham wham sounded at the door.

"Oi! Fuckbirds!" Verse called through the door. "We're almost there."

When Twi and I got extricated, semi-clean, and dressed, almost had become...there. The bridge of the Normandy showed that we had arrived before a massive, glowing silver-white sphere, surrounded by hundreds of other, smaller spheres. Festina nodded to the sphere. "Here we are," she said, cheerfully. "This close, it'll be a cinch to get you over." She grinned. "Ready to join the Estate officially, kid?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," I said, nodding.

Festina took my hand. Then she took Twi's hand. Then she focused...and there was that dizzying, dislocating feeling I remembered from when Festina had taken me to get my subdermal armor in the Shadowrun recursion. When it faded, we were standing in...what looked like an ordinary, green park. The sky was overcast and gray and smelled faintly of wet. It was slightly chilly, and as I looked around, I saw people in light jackets walking by. My brow furrowed...and...something weird was twigging my senses. It clicked a moment later as Festina started walking forward -- her hands in her pockets, her normal glare settled on.

"Dude," I whispered to Twi. "There are non-hot people here."

Twi glanced at me. "Oh. Yeah. They're, uh, normal people."

"So...everyone here is a person cause this is Earth-Prime..." I said, looking around wonderingly. "And...they...some look like...like that!" I nodded to a girl who...I mean, she wasn't ugly or anything. She was just...average looking.

"Yup," Twi said, giggling slightly. "You look gobsmacked."

"I kinda am..." I whispered.

The end of the walk led to what looked like a college campus, with a fence circling around the edges and broad, green grass lawns. The main buildings were sleek and modern looking, but nothing special. We walked past several parking lots full of parked cars, past a few more lawns, then came to a visitor center. The front desk had another one of those average looking women, who smiled. "Welcome back, Agent Ramos, Agent Sparkle," she said, nodding. "This is our newest?"

"Malik Fong," I said, smiling.

The woman's eyes widened fractionally. "O-Oh. Uh..."

I blinked. Had she read-

But then the girl was pressing buttons -- and the floor we stood on, which had looked like normal tiled linoleum, sank beneath our feet, dropping us into a concealed elevator shaft. I looked around myself with wide eyes as we dropped and dropped and came into a broad underground area -- people in suits and plain clothes hurried about. Some were pushing racks of glowing crystals in containment tankers. Others were holding files. Some were talking. Some were exotic colors. All of them looked incredibly busy -- save for one: An older woman with a trio of scars along her cheek and blond-gray hair.

"Hello Mr. Fong," she said. "I'm Director Tammy Gunderson. And I'm probably one of the first people in your life who wasn't written by an author somewhere."

"As far as you know," I said, trying for a smile.

Director Gunderson chuckled and took my hand.

"The Estate was founded," she said, leading the three of us through the underground corridors. "To protect the Earth from the Strange -- and to protect the Strange from the Earth. We have literally thousands of recursions, and new ones popping up every day. And...well...we do what you did over this summer, but against more threats than would be world conquering Nazis. The Strange is a big place and full of a lot of bad, bad things."

"Godzilla," I said, nodding.

"And worse," she said. "And Estate agents work to determine what threats there are...and then stopping them."

I nodded again. "When do I sign up?"

She chuckled. "Mr. Fong, you already have," she said, grinning at me.

I beamed.

"But first, we'll need to get you a cover, a place to stay when you're not on assignment. Fortunately, Miss Sparkle already has an adoptive home -- a pair of retired Estate agents who are more than happy to take you in," Gunderson said. "And when you're not on assignment...you can begin to fix your education."

"I..." I blinked. "B-But I...I just finished high school."

"No, you finished a porno's idea of high school," Gunderson said, turning to face me. "Do you know how to do algebra?" My cheeks heated. "The history of India? The United States, beyond broad strokes? Who was the thirty eight president? Have you read a single book that hadn't been read by one..." She pulled out a file. "D...Dragon Cobolt?" She snorted. "No, you haven't. Have you."

My face fell.

"Well..." I said. "At least I get summer vacation."

Twi, though, coughed. "T-The Strange reset when you used the admin key, Malik." She bit her lip. "Time, at least time in Earth Prime, didn't. It's...not June 24^th. It's, um...August 21^st."

I put my palms over my face.

And so.

A day later.

"And we have a new student," Mr. Cadwell said, reading from a clipboard. "Malik here is a transfer student from Ohio. Care to, uh, say anything about yourself, Malik?" He smiled at me as I looked at the students -- the average, ugly, hot, real students. The students who I was...mostly sure weren't all fucking their siblings.

I gulped. "Uh, I'm a huge nerd?" I asked -- provoking some chuckles, but no real response.

"Did you have a good summer?" Mr. Cadwell asked.

I bit my lip.

"Eh," I said. "...kinda dull, really?"

THE END