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Saving Paula	By : TimedWatcher Category: +A through F > EarthBound Views: 1328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Saving Paula
- 1
...Ness...
I'm a friend who you have never met before...
My name is Paula.
Can you hear me calling you?
I am Paula...
You awoke with a stir, pulling the sheets halfway off.
Why was the voice so vivid? So clear? When you dreamt, as soon as you awoke, it all shut off. Not even like the half burnt in image on a CRT television, it was just gone.
This wasn't. She lingered. That softly sweet single digit aged voice as she spoke with clarity, as her words were like someone beyond her years.
You saw a lot. You saw too much. Too much for it to be anything else. The projected image traveled with supersonic speeds from Happy Happy Village to Twoson. It was information overload, but it was all information you retained. You saw a girl behind bars in a cabin, the way she sat on her knees inside the pink dress, her hurried lips as she prayed. The way you saw every place in between, the peaks and valleys.
In your sparsely decorated living room, you brewed coffee, knowing you weren't going back to sleep anytime soon. As the lid broiled up and down from the heat, as if it were a friend trying to talk you out of it, you tried to convince yourself it wasn't real. That you didn't actually see it.
You stuffed a flashlight into your backpack after a quick test of off/on, heading outside to your shed. With a pull of a string, the orange light cast weak, but you knew where the things you needed were, picking up your toolbag, and dumping it for the smallest implements you had, and just in case you failed horribly, a handsaw.
There was a report you heard on the radio at work that going out after dark was a bad idea. A curfew was encouraged, but not enforced. The strangest curfew you had ever heard of. Still, that allowed you free movement through the grasslands. A distant sound of rushing water down a fall was oddly soothing in near silent darkness. A rustling of branches and leaves above you had you looking up, but you were careful, as one wrong step would leave you with a grievious injury. Trudging down winding paths, you wiped your brow. Your equipment was starting to add up. You looked down over a sharp cliff side, seeing a strange set of homes. The place looked like they didn't want to be found. Based on what you could see, you knew she wasn't here. Yet, you knew you had to pass through this awful place.
She had shown you the way.
Being here was more eerie than the journey through Peaceful Rest Valley. It felt like you weren't supposed to be here. It was like trespassing. The turquoise homes seemed oddly bright with goo purple colored roofs, almost a neon in the darkness. What was stranger was the sameness. Nobody, and you mean nobody in your old line of work, ever asked for uniformily painted neighbourhood homes. It was like some kinda weird cult. A light turned on for a moment in a drawn curtained window, then quickly shut off. That was your cue to get out of there, taking cover inside the cave entrance nearby.
Illuminating the cavern with your light, there was a flutter above you that you couldn't catch in time, so you ignored it. It was almost a small hallway with a curved in middle as you turned the corner, the exit making itself obvious with its mix of twilight and pre-dawn pouring in. Even if it was a short interlude, being out of there felt much better, as you weren't exactly a spelunker, but you still watched your back, heading over to the weird broken fencing that surrounded a desolate looking cabin. Hand on knob, you prayed it wasn't just a dream.
You were prepared for your breath to be sucked out of you; a horrible misunderstanding -- but there she was. Just like the dream.
Picking herself up from the floor, she seemed startled. "N-Ness?" She seemed awfully confused, as she sensed no evil in your heart, but it was not the vision of the boy she had had.
"No - but I'm here to help." You gave her your name as you ran over. Taking a knee, you were expecting a long project, but the lock was shoddier than you were anticipating. There were four obvious screws holding the metal wedge in place. You obviously couldn't use your fingernail to get at them, but anybody could have probably fashioned crude instruments to get these out if they were desperate enough. Fumbling through your backpack, the bag landing with a metal clunk, you felt around, before finding what you were looking for.
Paula hugged the bars tightly, trying to lean her head out and over, trying to see what it was you were attempting to do. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
You ignored her words, concentrating as one, two, three and then four came tumbling down. The metal popped out of place, the core of the lock now visible, the tumblers to it a mystery. "Oh shi-" You nearly swore in front of her, but bit your tongue.
"What's wrong?" Her concern was oddly motherly, as if she were more worried about your feelings than being free. You gestured to it, while turning from her, thinking about your bag of tricks. Were you really going to have to bust out the saw? Forget hours, that could take days with these things. Though she was small, so just one might be enough for her to squeeze through and-
SQUEAK-CREAK
You jumped, as Paula pushed open the door, looking like she had done nothing of note.
You raised your finger. "How did you-"
"I couldn't see how the lock worked, but once you exposed it, I could figure out the tumblers." She bowed to you. "Thanks."
"Alright let's-"
She threw up her hands. "No wait!" She ran back into her cell, and picked up a magenta colored bear that she cutely dragged behind herself.
Stepping out, you were greeted with the worst possible thing you could imagine:
Shadowy masked men with black ties. Three of them.
"Interloper!"
"And he's got the girl!"
"Watch her! She's dangerous!"
"Paula, run!" You slung your heavy bag into the face of one, sending him to the floor as you tackled the other one, but the numbers game quickly caught up with you as the third wailed on you from behind. It was a bad position to be prone with your neck exposed, but you had no game plan other than trying to get up without too much damage after knocking the one you had out cold - a tall order - as a thwack landed that hurt like a sonuvabitch, with what felt like the handle end of a paintbrush, sent you reeling. Your knees lost their power, your arms feeling like spaghetti. You couldn't-there wasn't-
No.
"Stop hurting him!" Everybody stopped. Her voice seemed... reality warping. There was a fierce look in her eyes; her blue eyes flickering with flames -- like a reflection in her glistening eyes - and... there weren't any flames around that you could see.
The bear she had sparked, then flung itself towards the group. The man that had hit you went up in a funeral pyre, the bear still clinging despite it's cuddly visage melting, the orange illuminating the whole of the nestled valley they were in like a bulb flashing on a camera, before the light blazed solely from one spot, barely a torch in the night, as the man danced about, catching another on fire by accident. You rolled out of there knowing it was a bad position to be in after seeing that. He landed face first, exhausted, setting some of the grass alight. "Oh no, what have I done?" Her raging expression changed in an instant to one of regret, as the red aura around her changed into a blue luminescence. Out of nowhere, snow fell from up above, before melting into rain water that put out any flames.
You stood by Paula, just happy to be alive as you watched the char and smoke. Your finger raised, wagging with fear. "So you could do that... is that why there was no guard posted?"
Even with everything in your pack, you were fleet of foot; Paula's small hand in yours, the softness noticeable, as it was almost impossible to get a good grasp on. Her quiet panting breath repeated nonstop, but she didn't complain once. Her red bow bounced like rabbit ears, her dress wavering as it acted as drag resistance as you stumbled and bumbled back home, an imagined mob yawning at your heels.
Arriving, you used the chain & deadbolt and drew the curtains.
You waited with bated breath.
Then it felt like the two of you could relax.
She undid her fuscia colored oxford shoes at the door, the knots brilliant looking while you let your clunky bag off with dismissal.
Your hot coffee had turned nearly ice cold, a welcome development. Paula rubbed the back of her small finger against the pot. "Do you want that hot?" Before you could say no, her tongue was already outside the corner of her mouth, and you could see it begin to percolate again.
You couldn't help but smile at her trying to be helpful. Pouring out your hot drink into a single cup, she nudged you by pulling on the back of your shirt. "Can I have some?" She then jumped up, freezing in place. "I mean, sorry -- may I please have some?" Well... she had been through a lot... but she wasn't your kid...
You poured her less than half into a very small cup, cutting it with a bit of milk and sugar. She gave you an excited tilt of her cup, using both hands to carry it while you used one. With drinks at the ready, you figured you'd kill time with her like you usually did by yourself before work: Watch some early morning TV. That meant paid programming and repeats of old shows. As soon as you sat, it was like a lightning bolt in your spine had landed. "Ah!" You pressed a hand against a crick in your neck, wondering if that would ever go away.
Just as she had been about to take a big sip, Paula nearly spilled her drink at your reaction. "What's wrong?" Her fist obscured her mouth as she asked with concern.
"Ah, just... could you get me some peas from my freezer?" Paula moved like she had a mission and looked up at your freezer, but realising she could never reach it normally, she ran back, standing behind you, her fingers wriggling. Instead of the cool under side of a package of green peas, you felt frigid phalanges that attached like an alien to the back of your neck. "Wha-AH-AH!" You jumped in your seat, and it took you a moment to accept it, but you relaxed back again. "Aaaa..."
She kneaded you as hard as an eight... nine? Year old kid could manage. "Does it feel nice, mister?" You nodded in response, almost going listless.
Paula couldn't believe she was almost already tired from just a few presses, your neck feeling so big and strong compared to any boy she knew, but she powered through, getting all spacey thinking about you and how heroic you were.
She was curious about something though. "How did you... ugh... find me? And and and -- what made you... huk... wanna help me?" She asked between quiet gasps.
"You told me to find you... well, not ME specifically, but, I... got your message." You sighed. "And what was I supposed to do? People don't talk like that in my dreams. I don't see trapped little girls mapping out locations to me. Either this was a one in a million screw up, or-" Paula leaned onto your back, her warm face bleeding through your shirt.
She listened for your heart beat. "It was destined."
It might have been creepy the way she said it so earnestly, but you had seen a lot tonight to know enough not to judge her intuition - and either she froze your nerve endings off, or you weren't in pain anymore. You touched the still cool feeling area. "Hey, I think it worked." You threw up your remote, catching it. "Thanks Paula." Paula stepped forward, as if waiting for a signal. You pat down a place beside you, but Paula caught you off guard however, running into your lap. With an 'oomph', you readjusted her, which wasn't hard, as she almost weighed nothing, turning her toward the TV in your lap. As you clicked through some random channels, you wondered if it was proper etiquette to let the guest decide. "Here." Paula reacted surprised, palms and fingers outstretched, before she took it, using a two handed grip on it like it were a laser weapon.
Oddly, she turned the TV down to a near muted quality, and it was barely audible from your position. The flickering image losing your interest, as you stared more and more into her angelic like hair, the sheer thickness of it as it bloomed, extending out past each side of her face, as you wondered how much of it was constrained up by the bow on her head.
You got uncomfortable.
You had written it off at first as a mistake, but she wasn't stopping. She squished her bottom into your groin, flattening herself out, and then she began to squirm around, as if trying to find a better position in your lap. Your crotch sweat with her tiny bottom resting against it, and worse, you were growing, as you just hoped she wouldn't notice, the bottom of her dress having a slight thickness in it's fabric. You tried to think of dumb jokes and baseball, but her ministrations as she rocked back and forth, or spun in a circle with just her butt, wasn't helping matters. Did she know? She had to know now. You were nearly fully up. Did she like the sensation of it?
ZIIIIIP
She turned forward bending forward, her fingers between your legs. Searching inside your pants, when she finally touched it, she hesitated, but she eventually tugged on it, both of her small hands having to work hard to get you out, then slowly unfurling it out from your underwear. The back and front of her dress was now obscuring everything, as you had to rely on her touch. Paula rubbed it up and down for a moment, before sitting back down. Her silky smooth thighs grazed your penis initially, before they pressed tightly around it, yet she wasn't powerful enough to make it painful. Paula then began to rise and fall.
"Do you like it when I do that?" The question left you quiet. She turned in your lap to face you, and it the first real time you really looked at Paula, this time with a minxy expression you weren't expecting. She was a pure yellow haired blonde, her forehead covered in curlered hair looking locks, with wide crystal blue pools for eyes. She wore a hot pink dress with a white petal shape around the neckline of it, like she were a sunflower emerging, with a white band around her middle as if to remind you just how skinny she was. She had rosy cheeks, maybe naturally, or maybe she was still exhausted from the run over and your massage -- and her lips were so red that they looked like she used lipstick. Was that lipstick?
Paula kissed you full on the lips. Her conception of a grownup kiss being an extended family style peck, her eyes shut, her red lips puckered as she laid them upon yours, wrapping her small arm around your neck, as she couldn't pull you in, she instead pulled herself up to you. "Mmmmmmmmmwah!" Paula chortled at your shocked face. "Kissing a kid wasn't that bad, was it?"
"Paula..." It awoke something in you that you tried to keep at bay. "I don't want to explain the birds and the bees, but men and girls just can't..."
Paula tried to explain. "I know, but we're not, right?" She dropped down suddenly on your pole from the highest point, her dressing landing with a loud FWOMP, pulling down and making your skin become taut. "Besides, I couldn't think of any other way to repay you." Her thighs were like the ocean, and your tip was like somebody drowning, fighting to resurface.
There was a slickness forming that made you go faster and faster, but the tension and speed wasn't enough -- you needed to penetrate something. Hooking her under her kneecaps, her legs seemed to weigh as much as feathers, as they were like nothing in your hands, as you secured her legs together, and made her move more rapidly, using the interior of both her supple thighs for your own pleasure, careful not to clang her knees together as you did.
Paula bounced carefree, finding a cartoon she was familiar with and trying to get invested as this weird old pervert molested her legs. "Aren't you done?" She teased. Though it was a sin to admit she enjoyed doing this, she couldn't stop herself, and she'd ask for forgiveness later.
Your penis felt like the tip of a glue stick, but only way more runny, as you spurted up against her dress, creating an obvious darkened spot on the pink dress. Some of it ricocheted, landing back into her creamy thighs. She touched the sticky area, curious at first, a strand following her finger as she pinched it. Paula then jumped off, splaying her gown like parchment paper, showing off the stain you had made. "Ew, gross, mister!" She then threw up a peace sign, her tongue sticking out. "Just kidding."
With a playful smirk, you curled your finger at her. "Come here you little brat." Paula half skipped to you, standing face to face with you as you sat. You tilted her head up towards your face, then leaned into her, giving her a more adult kiss, your tongue invading her small mouth. It seemed to barely fit, as you overtook everything, her tiny tongue succumbing under the weight of yours. You lifted her dress, then gripped her ass, which was covered by a frilly white set of bloomers, the material ruffling where her legs emerged out of. Paula's eyes opened in surprise, then went half lidded, before finally closing again, as you tasted the inside of her red mouth, reminding you of pure sweetness, like she ate nothing but fruits.
You hated to ruin that.
Hand on the back of her neck just below her bow, you lowered her face down towards your groin. "I have something I want you to play with."
Paula thought she knew, but she had no idea how different it would be seeing it up close and personal as opposed to being underneath her. It was a strange dangly thing. It required both her hands to lift it and check it out, thinking of that single eye as staring at her wherever she moved. As she tried to move in closer, her nose accidentally brushed near it, and from then on, Paula sniffed everything, from your balls to the head, finding it intoxicating.
"Don't just sniff it." Paula looked to you, then back to it. "Open wide." You asked in undeniable horniness.
Paula stuck her tongue out over her red lips, as your meat closed in on her, reminding her of a dental appointment. "Aaaaa-ackl-slurp." She wasn't expecting you to shove it in, but she didn't mind. Paula thought the taste was strange at first, wanting to spit it up as quickly as it had entered, but as she stuck with it, she acclimated, actually liking the saltiness.
You loved that her tongue could barely keep your cockhead up, slathering it as best she could, and doing a lousy job if you had to be honest, but it was the effort that counted. Feeding more and more of Paula your member, you expected her to struggle or push back, which you would have been fine with, but she didn't seem to mind at all. You watched her blue eyes meet yours, as her crimson lips traveled up and down your shaft, looking huge in her small mouth, looking stuffed, her cheeks puffed out.
You grunted at her before you shot down her throat, a FWRSH of semen hitting the roof of her mouth, as she tongued it all up, letting it flow down her throat. "Ulm ulm ulm ulm." Paula gulping it down all the way.
With a pop, you left her, and Paula looked flustered, her mouth still open, her tongue awaiting your cock to press it down again and leave her another yummy treat. You just mimed your eyes to the ceiling, getting the message. She threw her hands up as if you were her father getting her ready for bed, a great trust placed in you as she let herself be exposed. Taking the brim of her dress, you were careful not to fray her hair, as you lifted it up and over. Paula stood with her bare armpits open for a moment, before she lowered them. Bending forward, Paula sent her underwear to her feet, and you couldn't help but stare - her pale ass wasn't big or even medium sized - but it was tight. Tight to a point where it almost didn't exist. A spritely young ass.
She stood now only in her socks which were pulled up to her calfs, the soles of which were a lily white and very pristine. Her body was this soft hue of light flesh color; her knees blushing red, her nipples small and pink. Her hands folded in front of herself, as Paula seemed a lot more demure now. She had a skinny and stout body, where you could see the outlines of important parts inside her, like how firm her tummy was, sticking forward a little as something was developing inside, her outie belly button standing out profusely - and her thighs had this chubby, baby fat look to them, her knees almost bigger than her small, doll-like feet. There was an innocence to her nudity, that what she was doing now wasn't the least bit sexual, and no man had ever perceived her that way before.
Her clasped hands opened up to you, as she did a small dance for you, swishing her wrists about, looking a little embarrassed. "Am I... am I cute?" Paula stammered, blood rushing to her head.
"Very." You stated with confidence. Paula's unassured frown turned into a smile, as she moved towards you. You did what came naturally, lifting her up by her visible ribs, her fidgety feet flailing for a moment before you placed her at your side, lording over her now, her pristine lustre all on display with nowhere to hide. Her hands clawed, hovering over her nipples. Paula looked out of breath, half her lip raised, revealing her small teeth, but like a lot of girls her age, her mouth and eyes were too big for her head, but she'd grow into them.
You laid kisses from her forehead down, nuzzling her neck. She giggled at how ticklish it felt. She attempted to scooch up and away, but you followed, now trailing down into the middle of her chest. Peering at your sides, Paula's chest would rise as she inhaled for air after laughing, and seeing her young breasts having barely begun to bud made you interested to taste of them. The strawberry nubs were soft as your tongue pushed into them, suckling onto them. "Ah! Ow! Nnnn!" Paula struggled for a moment, before wrapping her arms around your head, pulling you into herself, her ankles barely on your back, as she couldn't get them up and around you.
Paula wasn't sure if it felt good, but she was tingly down there, so maybe it was.
Now was the hard part.
Her puffy pussy lips. The clitoral hood was barely a bean and her pink slit seemed sandwiched together. You tried to spread open her young flower, but you could hardly get a grip, the thing barely there and a little slippery. Whapping yourself against Paula's entrance, her young cunny had an elastic bounce, which made you think you could rush in. You pressed your penis against her, and it seemed like her labia tried to actively reject your tip. "Whew - uh." You tried to find your target multiple times, feeling like you were gonna tear her apart if you pressed any harder. You'd need a bit of help. You motioned and helped lift her legs up above her head. Paula was limber enough to keep them situated up and back.
Paula stared over her flat chest, down to where your cock was situated in front of her pussy. Peril filled her. No way was that gonna fit! Yet despite that feeling... she trusted you to the fullest extent of her heart, now pursing her lips and keeping quiet.
With her legs up like that, that seemd to do the trick, as before your prick looked like it was gonna bend and break against her cunny. With one big hip thrust, it punched in. You felt her grip for dear life onto the underside of your shirt's elbows as soon as you broke through, a piercing look in her eyes, as if she were staying right through you. It looked like the air was sucked out of her - then her mouth opened, a straining expression.
You both laid like that together, connected as one, before you rocked slowly against her, not pushing any further, but just getting your pleasure from just the beating sensation of your prick being in such a small place -- it was almost painful for it to be so confined, but you couldn't stop, as on the flip side it was so warm and so tight. She had a grip on you stronger than any woman could ever offer. "Does it hurt?"
"Uh huh..." She tried to play it down, but Paula's face was puffed up, looking redder than an apple. Before you could offer to pull out, she cut you off at the pass. "But it's okay... as long as it's with you..." You nodded, before you began to try and hump Paula. She whined again. "Kiss me, please." You did as she commanded, pulling her up by the small of her back.
As water flowed down her face, she couldn't believe that kissing you made the searing pain from below a lot less terrible. Maybe that's what mattered. If two people who cared about one another did this.
Falling onto her, your gyrations ground her into the couch cushions, your body entirely pressed up against hers, reminding you just how fragile she was. Reminding you that you'd protect her no matter what would happen.
Your rutting got careless, unable to stop yourself from fucking her harshly, wanting to plant your seed as deep inside this little girl as you could. Breaking away from her, you gasped. "Paula, I'm cumming!" You grimaced with one final pump, sheathing yourself inside Paula, and unleashing inside her. Her teeth bit down, the corners of her eyes watered, as her twinkly little toes flexed inside her socks, feeling like she was being split in two.
She shouted your name.
Paula felt unbelievably hot inside. Boiling. That sticky stuff from earlier made her feel like her belly was gonna be full up. It was a yucky feeling. Was this how girls got pregnant? Being a mommy wouldn't be so bad, she could teach them with her parents at Polestar...
Having shrunk down, pulling out of her was still just as tough as getting in. Paula's defeated body lay before you, sweaty and glistening, her once bright pink pussy now a beet red and oozing your white stuff.
You offered her your hand. "Come on, I think it's our bedtime." As she took it, you hiked her up, carrying her stomach to stomach, her legs wrapped around you, her chin buried into your shoulder.
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You awoke with a stir, pulling the sheets halfway off, your blurry eyes scanning her empty space. "Paula?"
You stepped into your living room, expecting to see her watching cartoons. Or to turn the corner past the island in your kitchen to find her making herself cereal. You searched high and low, not that there were many places to hide. You knew it was fruitless, yet, you felt oddly desperate to find the girl that was the closest thing to human sunshine.
You sat on your porch for awhile, looking both ways, from your shed to the dirt road. You eventually sighed, needing to sate yourself with a beer.
Maybe it was a dream...
Trying to twist the top, the thing was snug and woulda cut your hand in two if you kept trying, so you searched for your fridge magnet bottle opener -- but your eyes shimmered, spotting a note that hadn't been there before, as you tugged it out from underneath an old business magnet.
Your name was written first, and each lowercase i had a heart above it.
I have to thank you again for saving me, and I had a great time with you.
She ended the line with a smiling face of some two footed creature.
Although the experience was brief, and it fills me with sorrow to leave you, I have to fulfill my destiny. I know it's hard, but please understand that I have to save the world with my three wonderful friends.
She had drawn herself following a boy in a baseball cap, a boy with glasses and another with a strange topknot hairdo.
All that I ask now is that you pray for me when the time comes -- and I promise I'll see you again.
She then drew a heart with her name inside it, with yours below hers.
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