*** Seven Charges of Flex-Dance Power*** *** Chapter Two ***
We were an unlikely pair. Ivo, the enormous, thick muscle boy and Donnie, the lean, small athlete. But we matched outfit with our sneakers and gym shorts. I had a tank top, though, and Ivo had not.
The school building was dark and empty as expected.
"So," Ivo said, "a locus is a place of great magic power. The school is one, or at least close to one. Thane said we don't need to break in, just get to the football field or so."
"And why?" I asked. "Did Thane tell you that?"
"If we bind with enough loci, the Stalkers will leave us alone. He didn't say why."
"Can we trust him?"
"Do you have a better idea?"
We didn't get to debate. A Stalker emerged from the bushes at the roadside. I hadn't noticed until now, but the oppressive silence had returned.
Our steps echoed in the night as we ran for our lives to the backside of the school building. We made it halfway to the middle of the football field before Ivo stopped.
He cursed. "Stop running. Need to cast here."
"Cast what?"
"Binding with locus. Need to be quick."
We stripped. Ivo was way faster than me, not just with undressing but also with taking in energy. He flexed and posed for merely half a minute before shooting his golden load with wild hip trusts.
"I'm only halfway full," I said.
"Hit yourself," Ivo said. "Being loud helps, too. I did my first casting that way."
Just then, the horniness kicked in. I grunted on top of my lungs as I hit poses. The Stalker became visible at the outskirts of the field. It was joined by two more.
I beat my chest and could feel the energy respond, but it didn't fill me better. Ivo's advice wasn't working for me. I kept grunting and thrusting anyway, just slapping my thighs now to get the blood – and magic – flowing.
Finally I was shook by my next hands-free orgasm and we collected our belongings off the grass, glowing cum fizzling out to nothing. The Stalkers had made it nearly into reach.
We ran again.
Completely out of breath and dizzy, I pulled my gym bag open and dug out a water bottle.
I downed half of it and offered Ivo the rest.
We were far enough away from the slow smoke things that we could afford to go back to casting the teleport spell.
"Hey wait," I said as we stomped on the asphalt with our naked feet. "What is that on your abs?"
Ivo looked down at the big, five pointed star outline around his navel. "Oh, Thane said this would happen. It's a... how do you say? A glyph of binding. The locus is ours."
"Well, why don't I have one?"
Ivo hit a double bi pose. "Maybe you do, Donnie. Turn around."
I kept doing the abs-thigh flex but also twisted my body for him to see.
"Ah," the big boy made. "It's between your... what's it called? Shoulder blades. I keep forgetting words today. This is stressful."
"Yeah, `stressful' is a little optimistic. What happened if they harvest us?"
"Thane didn't... uh... mention any... uh, fuck, I'm about of cast... uh, come here... quick... Quick! Uhhhhh!"
I jumped to him and our dicks touched. He loudly said something toward the sky in his native language, probably something dirty. We both orgasmed, moaning into each other's faces.
"Wait, shit!" Ivo said. "Grab your st-"
This time it was almost too late. I snatched my gym bag off the ground as I was already entering the white-gold whirlwind. My shirt fell out and stayed behind.
My feet hit gravel, so I made it a top priority to slip into my sneakers. I pulled the gym shorts on after. By that time, Ivo was also dressed. He had even managed to bring his phone with him through the portal.
"Where are we?" the buff kid asked.
"Looks like a truck stop in the middle of nowhere," I said. "Not one with a diner, though. Just... loads of trucks."
"Okay, if we're here, it means the locus is nearby. The Stalkers won't take long to find us."
"How do we recognized the locus?"
Ivo was back on his phone. "Thane said... we should notice it in the energy flow."
There was a noise – a truck door closing. We dashed into a hiding spot behind other trucks, since there was nothing else to use for cover.
With careful steps we walked along the row of vehicles until I felt a prickling. Magic was playfully licking up my calves.
"I think we're on the right track."
"I'm feeling it, too," Ivo said.
"Should we just cast here?"
"Yeah, I don't think there's a way to be more hidden."
We stripped and started opening up with leg flexing, stomping and thigh slaps. This time there were people somewhere nearby so we stayed relatively quiet.
The little sounds of huge cars cooling down and faraway doors occasionally creaking were a comfort to me. It meant the Stalkers had not caught up.
Ivo was already done and typed into his phone when I finally made it to orgasm. The cum string fizzled out and the bonding was complete. I saw that his abdominal star tattoo had changed.
"Hey, did my lines get thicker, too?"
"Let's see," Ivo said and I turned around. "Yeah, they did, I think. We officially have two loci. Thane just texted me. We should meet up with a third guy who- get down."
Ivo pushed me into a truck. A shot zipped past me. I looked to the side where three men with guns were approaching. They did not look like mere truckers.
The trio of shooters wore black leather pants and black biker helmets. Their torsos were uncovered, showing off extremely pale skin over lean muscles.
We grabbed our stuff off the ground and ran around between the trucks. When I couldn't see the pursuers anymore, I dragged Ivo under a 16 wheeler – slowly, to avoid making a sound and to avoid road rash.
"Who are they?" I whispered.
Ivo typed a message and got a response. Then he crawled forward and sneakily snapped a pic of our hunters as they walked by.
Fully back under the truck we waited until Thane could tell us what to do. I tried flexing for magic but laying down was not conductive to creating a flow. Energy entered and left me at random spots touching the ground.
Ivo cursed. At least I figured it was a Croatian curse – it was a pretty long one.
"Thane says those are vampires. They are trying to shoot us with..." he looked at the screen. "...se-da-tives?"
"Sleeping drugs," I said.
"They want to harvest us, too."
"I feel like they're more dangerous than the Stalkers. We can't outrun those bullets."
Another message from the counselor arrived. "Oh, we can evade them easily next time. We just need to throw them off our scent."
"How?"
"Thane says he can have something waiting for us at the next locus. We just need to get there."
I crawled forward and risked a glance. "I think they are patrolling the whole area. If we time it right, we can cast the teleport before they come by around."
We slipped out from under the truck and went to work. Maybe it was because we now owned multiple loci but the energy responded right away. I felt horny as soon as the heat reached my hips.
Lat spreading and ass flexing my way to success, I kept looking over Ivo's shoulder and he did the same for me. We had to stay really quiet this time.
...Oh no. The `quiet' was back.
"I think the Stalkers are coming."
Ivo nodded as made his beefy pecs bounce. "I think you're right. Are you ready?"
"Almost. Lemme just get some more into my arms."
I flexed in a wave – calves, thighs, abs, lats and chest, then double bi pose.
"Ready," I said.
The vampires found us.
Ivo jumped at me and we `most muscular-ed' at each other, dicks slapping together. We threw ourselves to the ground as a shot flew past us and held onto our possessions.
Shining swirly lights embraced us.
The spell dropped us off in a dark back alley in a big city. Tall buildings around us obscured the night sky.
Ivo sank onto stairs leading to a back door and looked around. "Donnie, do you see the gift from Thane? It's supposed to be in a red box so we can spot it easily."
"There!"
I saw the little box next to a dumpster and brought it over. Ivo tore it open for us. The content was three bottles of...
"Shampoo?" I asked.
Ivo shook his head. He read slowly. "This is... odor-neutralizing ...non-absorbent oil. Does that mean it will stay on the skin?"
"Yeah. I guess that counteracts the vampire's ability to find us. We should use that before they show up here. We don't know if they can travel by magic like us."
Without a mirror we couldn't be sure we'd cover every spot so we did what we could on our own and then helped each other with the backside and head. My small hands worked much longer on Ivo's massive lats than his big hands did on my lean back.
We finished with the third bottle left over.
Just to be sure, we massaged some into what hair we had left, giving it a wet look. Shining and shimmering all over, I looked around. My calves didn't give a locus away yet.
A message from Thane arrived and Ivo hummed. "Kinda hard to hold this with oily fingers. The third guy is close to us. We should meet him at the locus. And Thane is working to find out if there's anything we can do against vampires beside anti-smell oil."
The back door on top of the stairs opened. We flinched and tried to dash off, still nude at the moment.
Someone with an accent called after us. "Donnie and Ivo? Hey, fucking wait."
We stopped in our tracks.
The guy on top of the stairs was an Asian, tall and muscular but completely unlike Ivo. He wasn't huge, instead he had muscle definition like carvings. I'd say his body fat had to be under ten percent.
Wearing gym shorts and a tank top, the unknown guy showed us his neck – a five-pointed star tattoo prominently on the right.
"You're the third one?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm Makoto."
"Hey, Makoto."
Having a closer look, I saw he still had eyebrows but his head hair was just a palm sized spot, smaller than Ivo's. He must have had pretty long hair before since the remainder was tied up by a black scrunchie.
We walked up the stairs to his position, seeing there were three slits in the new kids' right eyebrow.
Makoto led us inside the staff area. And then further to the projector room.
It was a cinema. A dozen people or so were watching an action flick.
"How did you get in?" I asked.
Makoto grinned. "I fucking worked here. They never made me give back the fucking key."
Ivo slapped his thighs. "I feel the energy. This is the locus."
"Yes," Makoto said. "I already fucking bonded while I waited for Thane to tell me when you'd fucking show up here. Get the fuck on with it."
Makoto seemed friendly enough even if his words were kind of impatient. I guessed he just overused `fucking' all the time. Maybe it bought him a second to think of the right word to use after.
Ivo and I were already nude so we went to work thigh slapping our slick skin. Meanwhile Makoto undressed, too. He had sharp tan-lines from something like a thong.
The Japanese boy took the remaining bottle of oil and worked his way up his lower body.
By the time I was hip trusting the air with energy moving into my lower back, Makoto was rubbing oil along his ass crack and then applied more to his hand.
"So," the new member said, "we are all running from the fucking Stalkers and now fucking vampires. I mean what the fuck, right?"
Ivo grunted in agreement. Or maybe he was just getting close to climax.
"I'm glad we're a team now," Makoto continued. "We can fucking teleport everywhere. Was a fucking hassle to get away from the Stalker with just my fucking car. Out of fucking gas anyway."
Ivo cummed in the most-muscular pose and the golden glow of his fading cum illuminated the thickening lines on his abdominal star.
Makoto was done oiling up his face and worked the rest of the substance into his hair, too.
I huffed as my body shivered under the force of magic orgasm and kept my glutes tightly flexed to push the shot out.
The Japanese boy gently clapped his hands – not loud enough to disturb the movie goers. "Let's move. I want to fucking teleport."
"Yeah," Ivo said. "We better not stick around. Staff might come in."
Makoto waved him off. "Nah. They never show up before movie's fucking over. But the counselor texted me."
"Thane?"
"Yeah. He found something against fucking vampires. Waiting for us at the next fucking locus."
We arranged our clothes to be easily grabbed and stood in a close triangle. Ivo started flexing and I did the same.
Makoto had a different technique.
Sure, he was also flexing his insanely cut muscles, but it was more of a dance. He moved in a flowing manner rather than hitting distinct poses. At first it was mostly a wide-stanced hip swinging, going up and down like a stripper on a pole. This soon involved his upper body, too.
Never ceasing to move his hips like a lap dance, Makoto pumped energy from arm to arm with waves of flexing up his torso.
I could neither copy Ivo's nor Makoto's motions properly but mixing them worked out well for me.
Now I could `go with the flow' and have energy distribute itself inside me the way it wanted to move naturally.
Um..." Makoto said. "Is it getting fucking quiet in here or is that just me?"
Stalkers were somewhere in the area. But we were ready.
To get our dicks to touch, we had to press against each other, hips thrust forward.
The cum streaks spiraled out and down.
Each one of us scrambled to get their clothes. I saw Makoto fall over as he reached for his shoes. Then I was blinded by the swirling lights.