Aspen kept checking her phone, looking for notifications.  

“You said his flight doesn’t arrive till eighteen hundred hours,  relax,  we are already at the airport,  so if the flight is late, we will know from the announcements or something.”

Nodding, Aspen started to chew on the drawstring of her hoodie.   “I know, I’m just...ahh, it has been years.”

“It’s cute how twitchy you are. You were like this when you first moved over here, remember?”

Aspen made a whimper sound and pulled the strings of her hoodie to hide her face,  “Yes.” she mumbled in a small voice. 

Kinney chuckled.  “Are you Sasha right now? Or Darling?”

“Morticia. Because you are embarrassing me so hard I feel like I’m dying from blushing.”

“Do you want me to stop? I can go get you a snack from a restaurant or something?”

“Not hungry.  I just … humpf!”

“Tish? Hey… what can I do to help you feel … ?”

Flight 8113 from Bangkok Due to Arrive in Terminal Three, has been Changed.  Flight 8113 from Bangkok will now arrive in Terminal Six.  

The PA System announced and Aspen gasped,  taking her phone out to check the flight number from the text. 

“That’s his flight! What do we do? What do we do?! Do we need to move? What if he can’t find us?! What if  …”

“Hey, whoa, whoa,  take a breath okay? It will be okay.  Let me go check with the clerk.  Stay right here, and take a few triangle breaths for me okay?”

“Oh-Oh-kay…”

Aspen’s breath sputtered in and held at a peak then sort of belly flopped out on the exhale, and she tried again, her anxiety had her shaking hard that it was making a small rattling sound from where she sat in her wheelchair, which made her anxiety more intense, until she flopped.  And her head fell like a doll or a marionette with no one to pull her strings. 

Tybalt fronted next, raising his head and sitting upright and focused. Looking around at the airport.  Kinney was talking fast in Hungarian to the clerk.  His short but muscular body looked good in his leather pants and crisp white shirt  with the vest. The vest had little cats all over it.  He left his cat ears and tail at home, not out of shame but to avoid being late.  Kinney didn’t feel things like ‘shame’ or embarrassment, that would require him to care what other people thought of him, which he didn’t.  He did what he wanted and other people just had to deal with it. It was that very quality that attracted the Meadow to him in the first place. 

The Meadow was the system name for Aspen, Tybalt,  Morticia, Darling,  Sasha and Moult.  The dissociative dissidents of one mind. Their legal name was Aspen Meadows. But that was just because Aspen, despite her timid demeanor, was the fiercest of the bunch, and had earned the right to be the host of the system.  

But right now,  she wanted to coil up in a ball and hide in her pit. And let Tybalt deal with being out in this sensory hellscape of the International Airport in Budapest.   Kinney came back over, smelling like fresh anger and triumph.  “We can stay right here, they will let the other terminal know where we are and he can meet us here. No problem, see? I solved it.”  he said with a cocky grin.  

“I love when you do that, you know that, right?”

Kinney’s blue eyes widened with something like delight, “I know that voice, is that my Ty?”

“It is indeed.  Aspy shed so much anxiety, it beckoned me forward.  And you arrive back here, a feast for sore eyes,  looking bright from a fight. Triumphant and --”

“Yes. Yes,  calm down, you’re getting all riled up. It will take too long to fuck you and get back in these pants,  they fit amazing but once my ass is out of them, its a dance to get it back in again. But they are so tight, I enjoy it,  it’s like someone’s always squeezing my ass.”

“I could squeeze your ass” Tybalt flirted, it was half mumbled but Kinney heard it anyway and gave him a look as he growled softly under his breath,  the promise of pain later, was a bright warning that made Tybalt shiver, from the fond memory of the bright pain of  Kinney’s teeth in his skin. 

They were gazing at each other with threatening affectionate cruelty when the Visiting Dominant they were at the airport to meet up with walked around the corner.  He was tall, wearing suspenders and dark rubber boots like a fisherman from some small town. He carried a musical case  in one hand and a military issue long duffle bag strapped across his chest like a backpack satchel, the bulk of it, leaning against his back. He’d scanned the area until he saw Aspen’s face, though he wasn’t sure if she was fronting just then, with how the posture was and the way she was looking at her Hungarian Boyfriend. Adjusting the strap of the duffle around his shoulder exposed the choker necklace he never took off; it was a cord necklace, with metallic blocks with the numbers 1925 on it, one number per block, and each block separated with a knot.  

If the blocks were rotated they had other numbers to have  different permutations of different years on them,   He had another necklace under that was a type of  tooth,  like from a shark, it was treated and wrapped with another cord necklace. And it hung low between his pecs down his low v-neck t-shirt under his hooded jacket that  was tattered at the sleeves. 

Darling swam to the front, breaking eye contact with Kinney.  “CANE!”  she beamed, her voice the embodiment of a puppy tail wag.   Kinney turned around slowly  and waved.  “Good flight?” 

Cane gave a crooked grin, “I survived. It’s Kinney, right?”

“That’s right,  you got all your baggage?”

“Travel light, as they say.”

“Good, we can head out then.  We’ll head toward the door and I can bring the car around  unless you both want to trek all the way there with me?”

“Race ya!” Darling said and started wheeling her way toward the door that led to the way they came in.  

Kinney glanced at Cane and the two of them started walking fast to catch up. 

____

Kinney’s flat was warm and inviting. Everything was in its place and  there was a small dog sleeping on the couch next to a cat.  There was the smell of something cooking as two other American voices were chatting away.   “Come on, I’ll do introductions later, I’ll show you to the guest room - you must be jet lagged, how long is your layover anyway?”

“Just a day unless there is a delay in the connecting flight, it’s coming in from Phoenix, so it might catch that storm that is brewing near Florida, who knows. I’ve got my phone set up to receive notifications about changes in the flight.”

“I thought you were headed to Finland?”

“I am,  but the only connecting flight I could afford was an American one that is flying from Phoenix to Budapest.  And then from there it changes over to fly me into Helsinki, it would have been a lot simpler if I wasn’t in Bangkok for six months.”

“Did you bring me a present?”  Darling beamed. 

Cane looked over at her, “Of course, but it is deeply hidden in my bag,  so I could get it through customs. It will take a while to unpack.  Can you be patient for me?”

“Yes….”  Then she narrowed her eyes and  blended with Aspen and teasingly added, “But just this once.”   and then launched at Cane and bit his arm.    

Expecting it,  Cane only sucked in a breath, and then gripped Aspen’s scruff, and she flopped, enough that her bite hold went slack and he could regain his arm, Cane held her head back and looked at her rolling eyes.  “Are you going to be a good slut while I’m visiting?”

“No.” 

Cane grinned.  “That’s the right answer,  good poppet,”

Aspen shivered, and  whimpered, it was hard to keep her feet so  Cane picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like some sort of rag doll.  Kinney had walked ahead and was waiting by the door at the end of the hall,  scrolling his phone.  He looked up when Cane and Aspen finally caught up.  “Ah there you are,  finally.   Let me know if you need any blankets or anything, dinner should be ready soon and then you can meet everyone. I’ll go on and let you get settled in for the night.”

“Thank you.”

Kinney clicked his teeth with a nod and then pushed off from the wall he was leaning against and walked past them back down the hall to the kitchen. 

Cane tossed  Aspen onto the bed and then took the bag off his back, setting the  instrument case at the base of the bed and letting the duffle prop against the bed, ‘standing’ on the floor for the moment. 

Aspen who was staring at him with her poison ivy green eyes not really blinking just staring at Cane’s every movement,  calculating her next pounce, or bite strike. He seemed to be aware of this fact. For when she lunged at him when he bent over to take his shoes off, he sidestepped and took her by the throat lifting her up and up as her feet kicked as if reaching for the ground no longer beneath them.  

Cane watched as he held her in the air, expertly, like a fisherman holding up a prize catch of a large bass fish,  his thumb and forefinger right over the gills,  as her feet kicked like fins trying to breathe or get the upper hand in their courtship display -  territorial,  violent,  but affectionate in its deliverance of pain as it was possessive  -  the cold sadism that stared her down, made her body warm and tingly, until she  surrendered,  into the floating expanse of feeling high on the too little air in her head -  only then, feeling her go limp did he let her down on the bed,  he pinned her by straddling her torso, lightly sitting atop her sternum, pinning her arms to her body with his legs and feet.  

A Yoga bend back, reaching for his bag he pulled it more atop the bed next to her,  one hand went to unzip and untie the bag, the other  pressing two long cool to the touch fingers on her bruised neck, counting softly under his breath,  the bag open, he brought his arm up to check his watch,  still counting,  her pulse,  and her breathing.  Once he ascertained her vitals were fine and she wasn’t in any real danger he moved to go through his bag to take out her gift he’d gotten her on his travels.  

He kept her pinned and a peripheral eye on her, as he was not sure who in the Meadow would wake up first.  It could be Tybalt,  or Moult,  one was a demon the other  some sort of arachnid.   But  it could also be Morticia or Darling,  facets of Aspen,  not  fully formed other selves per se, but  different aspects of Aspen herself.. Then there was little Sasha,  the tiny unicorn, silent,  and precious.  If she showed up,  Cane turned into the Caregiver,  a doting nurse,  until  the grownups of the Meadow returned.  

But something told him,  she wouldn’t show up. It would be  Tybalt or Moult first,  he could smell the brimstone  in Aspen’s energy before she flopped.  He probably  caught her when she fell from the front, like falling from some  prodigious cliff in her inner world. Only for the gargoyle demon Tybalt to swoop down with his talons and carry her off to his nest so she could enjoy her floaties. 

Going through the bag of clothes,  and other items neatly folded and packed into the  long military green duffle bag, til his hand found what he was looking for,  he pulled back a small resealable  baggie,  and  held it up to the light revealing the small clear orb-capsule pills. 

Cane sighed in relief,  “Thank fuck they are all still here.”

“What . Are .Those?” Moult’s  slow, methodical voice asked. Cane looked down at the person pinned by his body weight.  “Aspy’s souvenir gift that I bought her all the way from Bangkok. “

“Looks like party favors to me.”  Moult took a deep hissing breath and stretched as much as he could under Cane’s weight.  “You keep sitting over me like this, I’m gonna get a boner, and  Aspy’s not gonna like that, cos I’ll just fuck off from the front and let her deal with it.”

“That’s petty,  I must be talking to Moult.”

“Got it in one, Fabio,  now would you mind getting off, or do you want me to get the body all hot and bothered  and then step back to watch Aspen squirm with not being able to take care of it,  I can smell Kinney’s stroganoff,  always a social time when there is stroganoff made. Typically… ah, we invite … the others over, but tonight, it must be all for you ..”   Moult sighed again, and his lashes fluttered closed,  “Fuck I forgot how amazing boners feel.  So fucking amazing”

Cane’s breath hitched, he slid back down  Meadow’s body,  so that his ass would go over the tented bulge before he stepped away and de-straddled Moult completely. Once he did, and was standing at the side of the bed,  Moult propped up on his elbows and sighed, blowing air at the fluff of hair that had flopped in his face,  bangs once, but now they were too long.   “Tease,”  he muttered.  

“You think you’re the only one that would enjoy watching the doll squirm like a marionette thing the whole meal?”

“I’m listening...”

“You can control the body from the background,  I can be … stimulating  externally…  maybe this layover trip can get a bit more … kinky  and  climactic that benefits both of us.”

Moult grinned slowly.  “Deal.”

Cane looked away, shoving the small bag of pills into his pocket and  going over to tie up and close his duffle bag.  In the time that he moved around the bed, a switch had ensued.

“Whaaa?  Ohhh.  okay… I’m hard and floaty as hell. .. I’m gone for ten seconds and I come back to this?”  Aspen returned, her voice pouting.  She propped up on her elbows and stared at her own body.  “What did you two do?  Start a hand job and not finish it?”

“Nope. Just some casual flirting.  Must be pent up somehow,”

“Dinner! Get your asses out here!”  Kinney called back into the house. 

“Come along, must not be rude and keep the head of house waiting… right, poppet?”

Aspen groaned and fell back on her back covering her blushing face. Cane went around and pulled her hands away from her face, “Eyes.” he commanded.  

Ivy green snapped to void black. “Good poppet. You’re going to enjoy dinner. Surrounded by those you care about and love. You’re going to not even think about how fucking turned on your body is, and how with each passing moment, you are getting harder and harder and closer to wanting to just spray your shorts.  You won’t think about that at all. Just as every bite of that delicious homemade gravy of the stroganoff slides down your throat,  you won’t think about how much you want it to be Maker’s cum, or Kinney’s cum,  you want only to swallow and smile.”

Cane pressed a spot on Aspen’s wrist as he said this, and her eyes went out of focus, dazed, tranced. “Swallow and smile,” she confirmed.

“That’s right.”  And then one final squeeze on her wrist, he stood fully, snapped his fingers. 

Aspen blinked.  “Is it food time?”

“Yeah Kinney just called us to eat, come on”

“Yay!” 

Jumping up and then wincing in pain. “Ow, stupid knees”

“Go easy on my doll. I quite like  it,” Cane flirted.

“Oh, you.”  Aspen playfully pushed at Cane’s shoulder. 

The two of them joined the dining area to eat. Kinney was the only one that noticed the bulge in Aspen’s shorts. He looked up at Cane, who only winked conspiratorially at the other man.   Kinney smirked and shook his head.  The others were introduced as the two Americans that immigrated over to Hungary with Aspen. One was Aspen’s boyfriend and the other was Aspen's metamour.  They seemed to be focused mostly on each other.   

Kinney wasn’t very chatty at the table, too focused on eating.  Aspen was making very erotic happy moan sounds as she ate each bite. That it was starting to steal the attention, people were all giving weird glances to her.  Kinney shrugged and shook his head, Cane didn’t even look up, or emote at all that he noticed anything strange. 

“Someone must really enjoy your stroganoff, Kinney”

“Yup. I’m not surprised at all. I’m a good cook.”

“Aspen, do you want some milk?” Cane asked, while under the table he had squeezed her wrist. 

“Ohhhh yes.  Milk, give me milk please” she gasped.  Her American Boyfriend poured her a glass and sat it down next  to her plate.  

Taking the glass with both hands, she downed the glass with big swallows, moaning with each gulp til the glass was empty. Kinney cleared his throat and cut a glance to Cane, who was dabbing his mouth with a napkin.  Not saying a word.  

“Winston, could you take care of the dishes tonight?”

“Sure.”

“Oh, I’ll help. It will be a bonding experience.”  Winston’s wife said, as she squeezed his arm affectionately.

“Cane, grab Aspen,  we’ll help you unpack and get settled in”

“Why do you both need to help unpack,  Aspen can help us with the dishes, won’t that be bonding, Aspen?”

“I got her a souvenir from Thailand. Now is as good a time as any to give it to her.”

“Oh.”  Tamzen,  Winston's wife replied, the deflated disappointment, naked in her voice.

At that point everyone dispersed, so that only a slightly awkward silence of all the unspoken things hung in the air over the dinner table like some sort of fog.

Back in the guest room.  Kinney closed the door slowly,  and his eyes were all for Cane. 

“What did you do?”

Cane glanced at Aspen standing there looking dazed, eyes vacant, mouth slightly open, mind blank. 

“Just a little fun”

“That wasn’t what I asked. What did you do?”

“She’s under a trance”

“Snap her out of it.”

“Not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“Do you remember what you confessed to me the week before Aspen arrived here?”

Kinney frowned, thinking back, then his eyes widened once he remembered.  He glanced at Aspen. “I meant it to be a surprise”

“It still can be.”

Cane glanced at Aspen. Taking her wrist.  “It’s nap time now, my sweet,  go lay down and dream something sweet.And when it is time to wake,  Maker will give you two kisses upon your feet.”

Like clockwork,  Aspen yawned, arms up in a sleepy stretch, turning to curl up in bed in the fetal position.  Cane went over to take her pulse, making sure her vitals were fine, swept some hair from her forehead, and then turned back to face Kinney. 

“Now we’re alone, let’s talk about this surprise.”

Kinney’s eyes lit up.  “I’ll go get my strap”

_____

Aspen came-to bound to the bed, ass up, and naked. Cane was pressing her wrist, tapping a sequence of a kind of morse code wakener. “Surprise, how’s my asp doing?”

“I’m still eeepy…”

“Good poppet”

“Awawawawa?”

“Mmmhm, it’s time to play. You don’t mind if Kinney plays with us do you ?” 

“Awawawa”

Cane smiled, brushing the hair from Aspen’s face, “You’re such a beautiful thing, you know that? Such a beautiful doll”

“Shit, I grabbed the wrong lubricant bottle, I’ll be right back.” Kinney muttered. The weight on the bed shifted as he went into another room to get the lube bottle. 

“Look at how well the eepy thing is presenting that hole, so ready to be pollinated aren’t you.  Mmhmm, Eyes. That’s right.  You won’t be able to cum.  You’ll want to. You’ll beg for it, but No matter how close to that edge you’ll get,  you won’t cum.  But instead,  you’ll drop. Further and further down into trance. Deeper with each pump of Kinney’s strap, pegging deeper and deeper inside of you.  It will feel glorious. You’ll feel so high, and so relaxed, and soo fucking good. It will be better than an orgasm because it will last longer and be much, much more potent.”

And then Cane snapped his fingers.  And for a fraction of a moment, he could have swore he sensed Moult flickering in Aspen’s eyes,  winking, smirking.  Before it was just vacant snake eyes, his golden asp doll, floppy and foggy.

Kinney returned with the right lube bottle, a thin t-shirt over his torso, ink down his arms,  and his strap-on his hips, his ridged and glorious cock standing proud and hard like a boner prince. He got back on the bed, spanked Aspen’s ass before spreading the cheeks open and squirting the lube into the hungry hole. Aspen whimpered groggily. Kinney then rose upon his knees, and angled himself into the hole, going in slow at first before pushing in hard to the hilt. The chills of power that shivered down his whole body made him grin.  “Oh I like this…” he whispered,  

Cane looked up at him across the bowed expanse of Aspen’s body and watched him thrust, finding his rhythm and attuning to the strap, so he could feel it, so he could feel each thrust, so he could get off how he needed to. He had his hands on Aspen’s hips for leverage. 

Each thrust, Aspen was making moaning noises, pouting, whimpering. Eyes fluttering and face frowning a bit.  Cane reached down to take her pulse.  “You’re fine. You’re okay.” he reassured.  Knowing that the pain of the ridged cock was hitting all the right spots in Aspen’s body and mind.  His hand moving to caress that wrist, “Stay foggy for me” he commanded, 

“Foggy …” Aspen … or someone mumbled. Then smiled a kind of loopy smile.  Each thrust dropped the doll farther and farther down the Awawawawawa Well of  wibbly and flop and fog.   Kinney was breathing hard and going faster.  “Don’t let it cum, I want to be the only one that cums.”  Kinney panted. 

“Understood.”  Cane replied with a smirk. “Though we may turn it over so the knees aren’t too out of commission after this”

“No! Almost there… I want it to hurt, aching,  hurt, feeling me … days …" More thrusts,  until  he shoved himself into the hilt and ground against the ass,  head tilted back, Kinney shook violently, the orgasm ripping through him enough that Cane could feel it, smell it like  food.  He didn’t  ingest it though.  It made his teeth hurt and his body tight, tense with restraint.  “You can keep going if you --”

Kinney met Cane’s gaze and the words dwindled to silence and Cane held up his hands in surrender.  “Or not.” 

There was no response form Kinney, he just kind of stared at Cane reading him a bit, and Cane pet Aspen’s hair,  who looked so lost in sleep.  So beautiful and peaceful.  Kinney watched the way he looked at the partner they shared.  “I like you, you’re cool. This is fun.” 

Cane looked up. “It is fun. Aspen is a fun toy.”

“Yeah.  Maybe you can teach me some of that hypnosis stuff”

“Sure. Oh.  I heard you like your substances. I cooked up something special.  I’d be curious what you think of them.  Something you can use to play with  Aspen when I’m not around. It replicates the trance effect on the brain. Only one at a time,  if you take too many at a time, it can induce a coma”

Kinney’s eyes lit up. “You make drugs?”

“I have been known to experiment with many things.”

“Like what?” 

Cane grinned slowly. “Mad science things..”

~fin~