The Reality Engine Ch. 12

"Go ahead," Calvin said, as Shauna smiled, yanked his briefs down to his ankles, pulled them off of him, and tossed them away, before she grabbed his penis in her hands, and started running her tongue up and down Calvin's shaft.

"Oh yeah, this is the quality dick I want," Shauna said.

"You're welcome to it, anytime," Calvin said, with a smile.

"I've changed my mind," Shauna said. "I don't feel like wearing panties anymore."

She jumped up in bed, slid her panties down her legs, pulled them off her, and tossed them away. Calvin's cock went completely erect at the sight of her pussy. He was left speechless.

"Well?" Shauna asked, all eagerness. "What do you think? Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Would you marry me?" Calvin asked, as he ran his fingers through her snatch and her pubic hair. "I don't want to spend another day of my life without you in it."

"I love you, Calvin," Shauna said.

"I love you too, Shauna," Calvin said, as he smiled at her and pulled her to him and kissed her. Calvin and Shauna didn't have sex that night, but they did fall asleep naked in each other's arms. For the first time in a very long time, Calvin had nothing but good dreams that night.

That evening, in Frostbite Falls, Scott tried to get to sleep, but was tossing and turning in bed. He closed his eyes, and tried to sleep, but it was no good. He rose from bed, and he stretched. Scott grabbed his keys, walked over to Alania's room, and knocked on the door. Scott had no idea why he was doing this, but he knew he had to do this.

"Who is it?" Scott heard Alania call out from her room.

"It's me, it's Scott, and I need to talk to you," Scott said.

A moment later, and the door flew open, and Scott saw Alania, naked as the day she was born, motion him into her room with a wave of her hand. He looked down at her crotch, and he saw semen leaking out of her pussy and dribbling down her legs. Before he could ask, he saw Sweet Pea standing behind Alania, naked as well, with his hands on his hips, and his erect penis stretched out. He had cum inside Alania, and he was damn proud of that accomplishment.

"What is it?" Alania asked, concern in her voice.

"I-I need a hug," Scott said, as Alania quickly wrapped her arms around Scott, and held him.

"I'm here for you," Alania said. "I know we haven't always gotten along perfectly, but Scott, I'm here for you."

Scott reached his arms around Alania's body and grabbed her butt-cheeks with his hands. Then, his eyes opened, and he woke up. He found himself in a room that was completely white, with no windows or doorways or furniture. Had the entire encounter with Alania been a dream?

"Hello, Scott Laird Weaver," a humanoid being composed of pure light, said from off in the distance. "I am glad you are finally here. How are you feeling right now?"

"Fine, same as always," Scott said.

"We both know that's not true," the being of pure light said. "Tonight, at your pizza party, all the other guys who came got lucky. Everyone but you."

"Henry and Steve have girlfriends, and I can believe Sweet Pea got lucky with Alania," Scott said. "Chad got lucky too?"

"He banged Tammy about an hour ago," the being of pure light said. "Ted and Frank Digit will also soon marry, and have children, thanks to your efforts. Then there is your mirror image, Calvin Longfellow. It was much easier for me to appear to him in his dreams last night because of Shauna, and how much he desires to be with her, and how terrified he is of not being worthy of her love."

"He's really that in love with her?" Scott asked, with a smile on his face a mile wide.

"Hokey Smokes, Scott! You are the last man on earth who should ask that question," the being of pure light said, with an equally wide smile. "You chose Shauna for him, by pure instinct, because you knew precisely what it was that your brother most needed in life. They are, at this very moment, naked together and asleep in her bed."

"Thank you," Scott said, with tears in his eyes. "I know his pain better than. . .,"

"I know," the being of pure light said. "When you wake up, it will be 4 AM, and you will rise feeling refreshed, reinvigorated, and full of energy. You have so much to be proud of, and fear not, for your own loneliness will soon end. I will see you again very soon."

"Wait, hold on, I have so many more questions for you," Scott pleaded.

"All will be revealed in time, but I cannot say anymore tonight," the being of pure light said.

"Why not?" Scott asked.

"It's nearly the end of the chapter," the being of pure light said. "Be sure to come back for our next exciting chapter, Hello Blue Balls, My Old Friend or The History Teacher's Prized Skank."

"What you just said makes no sense whatsoever," Scott protested.

"I know," the being of pure light said. "Many decades ago, when I lived on earth with humanity, it was something I would often say on television. My show broke the fourth wall before everyone else was doing it. We went first."

"I don't ever recall seeing re-runs of you," Scott observed.

"Fixed, physical bodies aren't exactly a thing where I'm from," the being of pure light said. "So, I took the form of a 3-foot tall, talking, gray squirrel. It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"So, let me get this straight," Scott said. "You're from another world, and when you came to our world, you took the form of a 3-foot tall, talking, gray squirrel?"

"There is proof of my claim," the being of pure light said. "Think carefully, where have you seen evidence of me recently?"

Scott gasped, "the paintings in the lobby of The Farmers' and Swineherds' National Bank!"

End of chapter 12.