*** Flex-dance Star Power Strike Force *** *** Chapter Nine ***
Two hours in a van, overcharged, oversexed, nude, glistening and desperately rubbing off on each other.
I could only muster dry orgasms and my tool was feeling raw. But we arrived eventually.
"How do you know this is it?" Raja asked.
Thane pulled over to the side of the dirt path. It was a pitch black nightly forest outside. "I can't know for sure. The dire-casters are well hidden. But this is where all those Stalkers came from, so I'd say you start here."
We left the car in beach sandals and metal collars. Thane drove off, leaving us in the midnight forest.
"Let's get this party fucking started," Makoto said. "I can't wait to cast spells again."
I spread my legs far apart and applied the only equipment the counselor had given us – our anal plugs.
Already standing with feet far apart, I tensed my calves and stomped the ground. Ivo threw himself into mechanical poses, Makoto did his smooth dancing motions and Raja bent and flexed in wide, whole-body movements.
My flex-dance skills were a bit rusty. Energy flowed into my abdomen and no further until I had hit abs-thigh pose a few times. Finally getting the stream into the upper torso, I did lat spreads with my arms flexing to keep the magic pump going up.
Ivo went back and forth between slapping his massive, flexed thighs and rapidly hitting double bi over and over.
I copied his movements and intertwined it with Raja-style waves of flexes from calves to chest.
Wow, I had missed that warm breeze of energy going through my muscles.
"I think I'm full," I said when my flow ceased to add more magic.
"Same," Raja said. "Who wants to do the honors of scrying? I've never tried, so if you don't mind my-"
Makoto jumped back from his flex-dance stance and hit most-muscular with a satisfied groan. A light orb emerged from his dick and hovered to a spot above our heads, attached to his dick by a cum string.
He shouted a short Japanese curse. We turned to where he was looking.
Two columns of solid black smoke were approaching us. The Stalkers stood tall and moved in their eerie, silent manner.
"No problem," Ivo said and stepped forward.
The big boy assumed a pose like a spear thrower aiming – one foot forward, knee bent, one arm on the target, the other pulled back.
"Hwaaa!" he shouted and thrust his hips, making his hard dick flop against this soft abs like the cocking of a gun.
Shot after shot of golden projectiles smashed into the dark creatures and their bodies shattered, debris drifting between the trees.
Meanwhile Raja had crouched down with his legs far apart and `most-muscular-ed' himself to an orgasm-spell that created a viscous puddle of white-transparent cum in the grass.
Images began to show in the clairvoyance puddle. Five people – two of them deathly pale and with grotesque faces, long fangs protruding from their upper jaws.
They wore black pants and sleeveless coats. The other three persons were raised undead, more bones than meat.
They were all in a wooden basement of sorts. Raja adjusted the view and we could see black spires growing from the packed dirt floor. Stalkers, incubating.
Ivo stopped shouting and went back into a flex routine. Raja adjusted the perspective again and we could see the outside of the lair. It was a tunnel, dug into a hill, made to look like an abandoned shack.
We jogged there, Makoto's orb trailing behind us to light the way.
At the metal door to the tunnel, Ivo grabbed the handle and pulled but the lock was much sturdier than it looked.
This time, I wanted to try breaking in. A few more thigh slaps and abs-thigh flexes to make up for what energy had dissipated and I hip-thrust at the door.
My eye watering orgasm flung strings of wiggling, silver cum at the lock and it began to run like hot wax. After waiting for a few seconds, I put my fingers on the handle – the unoccupied hand firmly on my nipples.
The dire-casters had noticed our arrival.
As soon as the door opened we were attacked by three Stalkers. I jumped aside in time but the dark creature's tendrils slammed into Raja right behind me.
The boy screamed in surprise as he was lifted into the air.
Ivo grunted on top of his lungs and shot projectiles at the attacker. It relented after breaking in half and Raja dropped to the ground, but he got flung aside by a black tentacle before the Stalker fully dissipated.
The remaining Stalker pair was already upon us, going right for Makoto. The Asian kid conjured a shield with a most-muscular and let the attacker slam right into it.
He leaned into his casting and took a step forward with all his weight. The Stalkers were pushed back, into each other and the tunnel.
Makoto's light went out in the process, plunging us into darkness.
The night was torn apart by Raja's revenge as he shot cum bullets at the dark horrors, making their destruction look as if lit by a stroboscope.
"Is the path clear?" Ivo asked.
"Fuck me," Makoto said. "I don't fucking know. We can't fucking run in there blind."
"Light or puddle?" I asked.
"We know what we're up against already," Raja said. "Just light will do. Hold it and stay back until you absolutely have to cast something else."
"Gotcha," I said, hit abs-thigh with a lat spread and released a wonderful overcharge-orgasm. My light orb illuminated the empty tunnel.
"Gogogo," Raja yelled and rushed ahead.
Wooden planks above him shattered. An undead dropped from the ceiling and clung to the slick boy. It slipped off the oiled up torso but held its bony arms around Raja's throat.
Ivo spent an overcharge to slam the creature to the ground but took Raja down with it. The undead thing was sturdy.
Luckily, the pretty-boy could help himself. He rolled over and kicked the undead. Once there was a favorable position, the boy on the ground cummed at the creature with his body-bind spell.
The hit flung the undead to the side as the spell unfolded. With the threat neutralized and stuck to the wall, we advanced – running but wary.
Only one dire-caster stepped into our way before we could reach the Stalker-breeding chamber.
He squinted past my light orb.
"Who dares disturb the dire-casters' lair? You mortals will perish at my hands... or fangs."
I stood in front of the others and spoke for them. "We are the flex-dance star power strike force and your lord has wronged us. Therefore you will-"
Ivo ran past me, barking out, "Die motherfucker!"
The big boy jumped at the vampire and hit most-muscular in midair, so he landed just as cum shot from his dick.
He shoved the dire-caster into the main space with a barrage of projectiles that wounded the vampire enough to break his nose and maybe a few more things. Black blood ran from several spots on the creature's face.
Makoto joined in as the second vampire tried to come at us from the side.
All the lair inhabitants – vampires and undead servants – were trapped by the double shield of Makoto and - a second later - Raja who pressured the dark creatures into a corner.
"Now," Raja yelled. "Donnie, the new spell!"
I let my orb fizzle out and used an overcharge to create more light. But this time, it was sunlight. My crotch shone with blinding brightness as the sun itself manifested in my dick and plunged the whole mine into whiteness.
I closed my eyes and groaned loudly as the orgasm shook me.
When the light faded, I watched the screeching vampires sizzle with smoke from multiple spots.
My sandals heated up unbearably and the right one's strings tore. I slipped off my footwear.
"Again! Raja commanded.
With my last charge of magic, I conjured a new sunburst. This time, I opened my eyes to vampires on fire.
"I'm out," I said.
The shields were fading. Ivo pushed me aside and cast a sunburst with his last charge, too. One dire-caster turned into a pillar of flame. The remaining undead servants crumbled to dust.
All around us, the dark spires of incubated Stalkers crumbled and rose as smoke.
Makoto said something to Raja that I couldn't hear, then dropped his shield. His own final charge went into a sunburst, too. It shattered the rest of black pillars still present and made the second dire-caster catch on fire.
Raja could let his shield collapse and we raced out as the smoke thickened, all barefoot now. Raja had a charge left so it fell to him to lead us with an orb of regular light.
Back at the dirt path, we caught our breaths and let the adrenaline settle. Making out and playing with each other's nipples was our only way of relaxing since we were too raw to fuck right then and there.
Even if victory sex would have been more than appropriate.
Raja sighed. "Back into chastity then."
"Yeah," I said. "At least we know we can fight back. One day they'll know were too powerful to mess with and they'll leave us alone."
"If that happens," Ivo said, "I'll be cumming every five minutes for the rest of my life."
I looked down the path. "I wonder if Thane will bring the chastity cages with him or if we'll get at least this last drive home with a free tool."
"Hey..." Makoto said. "When the fuck did Thane say he was going to get us?"
"Um... the plan was for him to come back... when we're done."
Raja nodded. "Scrying puddle. We can call him that way."
"Fine," I said. "But I'm not flex-dancing right now. Someone else do that please. My dick is so spent it's almost glad it'll go back in its cage."