Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland #22

Happy Hump Day to one and all! Are you ready for some flash fiction? This week's prompt was: "Hit me with your best shot"  or there were these alternative prompts:  unicorn, mandolin, some sort of plant or "hit or miss" or 

"sex on the beach"  or "I thought I knew (fill in the blank), until he/she...." or bartender, math, elephant.

In last week's installment of Dallas in Wonderland, Dallas enjoyed a little bit of a growth spurt, and Dr. Levi was not shy about bringing the situation to a climax. However, their idyll has been interrupted by the approach of... what? Stay tuned and find out!

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Dallas in Wonderland #22

“What is that horrible noise?” Dallas winced. He would have covered his ears to protect them from the cacophony, but that would involve letting go of Samuel, something he was loath to do.

“I believe it’s known as burbling,” Samuel commented calmly.  Did nothing faze this man?

“How many of them are there?” Dallas asked in alarm.

“Just one, love. “ Samuel kissed him softly, and Dallas melted into his touch. Until the next ear-splitting screech sent a jolt rocketing through his body.

“We should probably get up.” Samuel rose, lifting a panicking Dallas with him. The good doctor brushed at bits of stray sand that stuck to strategic points of Dallas’s body, including his cock. “There you go,” he said, offering him a small smile.

Dallas realized, too late, that he would’ve been more useful to them in his larger form. Alas, there was nothing he could do about that now. He had lost what remained of the magic mushroom when his clothes had exploded from his body as he’d grown to giant proportions. Probably scattered to the four winds by now.

Dallas shivered as a stray breeze found its way up his backside, chilling him.  “What now?”

“Well, we’ve had sex on the beach. I suggest we work on finding a different locale.”

Surprised, Dallas peered intently into the other man’s eyes, searching for answers. Was he having fun with him or did Samuel want to be with him that badly? He hoped it was the latter, for that would go a long way to justify his own feelings toward the charming Dr. Levi. It would also serve to alleviate some of the insecurities brought on by his ex, Quentin.

“I love you, Samuel,” he blurted out before he could recall the incriminating words.

“I think we should remove ourselves from the beach,” Samuel smoothly suggested.  Dallas noticed that he made 

no comment on his’ impulsive declaration.

“Do you think it’s coming this way?”

Samuel shrugged. “Who knows? There is no logic to the beast. His methods seem to be rather hit or miss at best. At the moment, though, I am afraid we are ill equipped to do battle with him. I think we should regroup. What are your thoughts on the subject?”

“I’d follow you anywhere,” Dallas asserted, his voice thick with emotion.

“Let us go then, you and I,” Samuel quipped.  Dallas’ heart skipped a beat. “Then we’ll live to fight another day.”

Samuel led the way as they turned away from the beach, headed toward the cliffs. Dallas found himself growing horny all over again. He hoped that they’d have the time to make love again.  He felt that he could make love to Samuel forever, and never notice the passage of time.

Without warning they found themselves engulfed in darkness as a shadow fell across the sand, surrounding them like a shroud. This place has the strangest weather. Expecting to hear thunder, Dallas cast a glance upward at the huge black cloud that seemed to have taken control of the sky. But it wasn’t a cloud; it was a strange flying creature with a wingspan so enormous it seemed to obliterate the sun, and talons that looked more than capable of performing visceral damage.  Dallas froze, his legs unwilling or unable to obey his silent command to move. Perhaps a little of both.

He felt a familiar arm circle his waist, heard a gentle voice in his ear that soothed even as it propelled him into motion. Gently thrusting him out of harm’s way behind him, Samuel assumed a protective posture, standing between Dallas and the Jabberwock.

"Hit me with your best shot," Samuel challenged the beast.

The creature shook its head and roared, lunging toward Samuel. The beating of its great wings stirred up the sand around them, embroiling it into swirling dust clouds that obscured their vision. Dallas wiped at his eyes, trying to see through the particulate curtain.

The harder he tried, the thicker it became, clogging his nostrils and mouth.

Dallas began to panic. “Samuel?” he cried. His voice sounded very faint, as if it came from far away. He reached out for the other man, needing to affirm his presence, but he touched only sand. “Samuel?”

He received no reply.

The sand devils battered against him; he threw up his arms in self-defense, then doubled over, shielding his face from the onslaught of fury. He felt it tear at his unprotected skin, slicing at it viciously. He was sure he’d have a number of angry welts to show for this when it was all over.

Then as suddenly as it had begun, the winds died, the roaring ceased, and silence prevailed.

Dallas slowly uncurled from his fetal position, spitting out grains of sand. As soon as he dared, he opened his eyes, slowly, carefully.

All was calm, the sands showing no sign of perturbation. Everything that had been uprooted had somehow found its way back to its original position.

Except for two things.

Samuel and the Jabberwock were gone.

tbc

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♥ Julie