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...AND TALOA MAKES THREE
by AladdinAbu
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Based on the 3-book sequel series, "Beyond The Spiderwick Chronicles". This fiction is set during book 3, "The Wyrm King". WARNING: Futa, Anthro, Pegging, Stepcest, 3way.
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CHAPTER ONE
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Nicholas Vargas knew the end was coming.
Ever since his stepsister Laurie had made it impossible for either of them to ignore the world of faeries, a part of him had known no one was safe. It was bad enough when their worst problem was helping a stray nixie return to her pond. But their existence had only grown more precarious as they explored the beings that hid themselves. They were all going to fall and fall hard. What else could happen? Giants and hydras were going to battle it out, and they had some crazy idea they were going to help the situation with their futile, human efforts. It was only a matter of time before, somehow, they met their maker.
As he, Laurie, and his brother Julian guided a trio of nixies, huddling in the torrential rains and singing to themselves, toward what they all hoped was a more permanent home for the freshwater-dwellers, Nick sulked over it all. Was there even a ghost of a chance they could come out of this alive? He guessed not. But he couldn't help brooding, going over and over in his mind what else they could be doing. The three Grace kids - whom they had previously thought to be epic heroes but turned out to be just as scared and confused as themselves - were assisting Noseeum Jack's son in investigating the myriad of sinkholes that had cropped up in their corner of Florida. Hopefully, they would kick some hydra ass. But then what?
"Are you scared?"
It was Laurie who spoke. Nick glanced over at her, watching thin, freckled arms move the hobgoblin she'd "adopted" from one hip to the other. When he looked at the eyes behind her glasses, he saw her own gripping fear. This world she had dragged him into, kicking and screaming - she no longer enjoyed it the way she'd expected to, when it was just a wondrous idea put to paper by a pair of authors. He had trouble voicing it aloud, but he couldn't lie - so he simply nodded. "You?"
She took a shaky breath. "I don't know if we're doing the right thing anymore. It all seems so complicated."
"Wet," Sandspur grumbled from where she was holding him at her hip. "I hate the wet. Cold and wet." He shook his head like he could shake himself dry in the downpour. "And hungry."
Nick laughed in spite of himself. At least the cat-sized creature wasn't having any fun while they were walking around in their own personal cloud of doom. Staring at the both of them, the words came tumbling out before he realized he'd been longing to say them for so long. "I'm glad I get a chance to tell you that... I'm sorry about what happened with your mom and my dad."
She averted her eyes, squeezing the hobgoblin involuntarily in reaction to the change in subject. Amazing how even when you're facing death at the hands of magical beings, topics like divorce or relationships are harder to discuss. "I know it's not your fault. I know that, even if I don't act like it."
That wasn't entirely correct; he'd been such a pill when they first arrived. Just because she'd commandeered his room. In hindsight, that was petty and childish. "I could have seemed happier about stuff."
"Do you want us... not to live together?"
Why did she have to make her voice sound so tiny and vulnerable when she asked that question? All he could do was shrug; it was too hard.
"You don't, do you?"
"I didn't," he admitted - though he'd much rather have spent more time reassuring her that it wasn't HER, per se. It was the situation. So he set about just that. "It's not like I didn't like you. Or Charlene. It's just that it all happened so fast. All of a sudden you were, I don't know, invading my territory."
She cleared her throat. "Well, now we're out of your way."
"Oh, come on, our house is gone." It was so very true; what had promised to be the home where the five Vargases would spend many years, the house his father's construction company had built with his own two hands, was now a pile of sticks and plaster. And, because he'd been so moody from the beginning (and due to faerie trouble beyond their control, not that the parents knew that part), the boys were now living in a trailer onsite, and the girls stashed away in some hotel room until they could "reconsile". None of the children wanted that... but parents rarely listen to their children. "I was dumb. I'm glad you're my sister."
He'd finally got that out, and he was rewarded with a warm smile. "Stepsister," she corrected quietly.
Nick was so happy to have cleared the air on that point that it took him a few minutes to notice - and by then, it was too late. "Hey, Jules..."
"What?"
"Why are we- what are we doing here?"
Jules continued moving as the rest of them stopped. "I'm... just going to check on Cindy. Got a bad feeling, and I want to make sure she's all right, what with... y'know, everything."
"You le-la-lo promised," one of the nixies sang - not Taloa. Nick had a hard time figuring out which was Ooki and which was Ibi. But Taloa, he could never forget - she was the first faerie he'd ever spoken to. Judging from the vague remains of saltwater burns, it was Ibi. "You will lo-le take us to the-le-la new water."
"Can't we do this AFTER we take the nixies to the stream?" Nick put in impatiently.
"I'll be quick," he snapped, swiping his hand through his long hair. "Just long enough to check up on her."
"You'd better make sure it really IS quick," Laurie said sternly, with a sidelong glance at Taloa. She regarded the water-dwelling beast as a good friend, trustworthy; Nick was a lot more wary than she.
"Or I'll let Taloa eat you," Nick half-joked. But only half.
"It will-la-lo be YOU, Nicho-le-las," Taloa reminded him, piercing gold eyes stabbing him through the heart not for the first time. "YOUR life."
They all crowded around the back door of Cindy's house, standing back a few feet so Jules could have some semblance of one-on-one contact with his girlfriend. The two of them surfed as if that was all there were to life - and a lucky thing, because their most recent contact with her was to borrow her surfboard. Come to that, it was their ONLY contact with her since they'd stolen her dad's prized fish, kept her out all night and refused to truly disclose their activities. Maybe they were trying to keep a herd of awakening giants from leveling southern Florida, but that adventure had only bad repercussions with their guardians.
"What are you DOING here?!" Cindy hissed the moment the door was open. "Already! Last time they wouldn't leave me alone for hours - just got them started all over again! Do you know what my parents would do if they saw you here?!"
"So you're okay?" Jules sighed, a bit of tension easing from his shoulders. He reached out and clasped her hand between both of his. "Good."
"No, I'm really not... but I'm alive, if that's what you meant." Her perfectly-petite eyebrows knitted as she looked over his shoulder. "What... are those things?"
"Nixies," Laurie said shortly as she dropped Sandspur, allowing him to frolick toward a large tree in the corner of the yard. "And we need to take them back to their-"
"Come in, hurry," Cindy whispered, opening the door wider and stepping back. "My parents only went out to pick up some dinner and groceries, they won't be gone forever and they might- hey, your car's not parked right out front in plain sight, is it?"
"Umm," Jules said, "About the car..."
By the time Jules finished telling Cindy about their most recent exploits, the trio of nixies were acting very dehydrated - and very impatient. Laurie suggested they wait outside in the rain, but both Cindy and Ooki had objections.
"No WAY! You can't, they'll see them and wonder what the hell they are!"
"We will-la-lo-le not let you out of our-le-la sight," Ooki said firmly. "You might escape without ful-la-le-filling your promise."
"I doubt they have the sight," Laurie said. "Unless your father's the seventh son of a s-"
"Whatever," Cindy cut her off. "The bathroom is right there, you can take them one at a time to stand in the bathtub under the showerhead. Or you COULD just leave right now," she added, even more pointedly than before.
Laurie nodded emphatically. "Listen to her, Jules - we don't have all the time in the world."
"Not yet," Jules pleaded. "I mean... what if we don't beat the hydras, or the giants destroy us? I want... well, uhh..."
"All right," Nick grunted - and only because he knew what he meant. If they didn't come back from their mission to save the planet, he'd never see Cindy again. A morbid thought, but valid. "But just for a few minutes. Come on, Taloa, you first."
"Ibi should be first," she insisted. "She-la-lo has been burned by the-le-la sea, and needs clean water."
And so, Nick and Laurie guided the ailing nixie into the bathroom. Nick stood outside while Laurie took her in - mostly because Laurie had to use the toilet. From his vantage point, he could hear both running water from the door behind him and occasional strains of what Cindy was shouting at his brother. He knew she was just upset about the whole ordeal, and taking it out on Jules was a lot easier since he got her caught up in it. Still, he found himself wishing he could intervene.
"Okay, Ibi's coming out," Laurie called through the door. "Send Taloa in."
"And you're not done yet?"
"I'm... well, I'm trying to let some of my clothes dry a little," she admitted. "Don't give me a hard time, just send Taloa in."
Nick shrugged to show whomever might be watching that he gave up, and stood back while Ibi slunk past him, a new damp towel draped around her shoulders. He hoped Cindy's family wouldn't miss it until they could return it. Nick stepped out far enough to motion for Taloa to approach, and she did, glaring at him as she passed.
"You don't have to act so hostile," he couldn't help but say. "I'm trying my best, here."
"You are not," she shot back at him. "You are onlee-lo-le-la good at tricking us and making false promises. I should never have entrusted our welfare to you-lo-la."
"Fine," he grumbled. "Think what you want."
But just as Taloa's webbed hand turned the doorknob and pushed, Nick heard another sound - a car door slamming. "Shit!" came Cindy's urgent whisper. "They're back already - I didn't expect to see them for another hour, with all the sinkholes in the roads!"
"What do we do?" Nick asked, stepping forward.
"HIDE! In there!" She waved frantically back toward the bathroom before whirling on Jules, Ibi and Ooki. "You guys, in my room - I'll try to stall them until I can tell you the coast is clear!"
Taloa dug the pads of her fingertips into Nick's arm - possibly enough to bruise. "More de-le-lays, Nicholas," she snapped - in as much as she was still singing. Still, the hand pulled him into the bathroom.
"EEK!"
Nick only beheld a flash of freckled skin before the shower curtain was closed. "Laurie, what the hell are you doing?!" he demanded as quietly as he could. "Didn't you hear Cindy? Her parents are home!"
"Oh no," she gasped from the other side of the opaque plastic. It was one of those curtains made up of brilliant primary colors, this one sporting fish designs. Since the room's light source was above the mirror over the sink, now he couldn't even tell what she was doing. "How are we going to keep from getting spotted?"
"Why were you naked, anyway?" he asked as he closed the door as quietly as possible. Taloa, visibly weary from lack of water, lifted the toilet seat and dunked her head straight in; Nick cringed, but it couldn't have been much worse than the mucky little wading pool Jack had managed to stuff three nixies into. "You knew we'd have to be going soon!"
"I told you, I was trying to let some things dry out," she hissed. "And I'm NOT naked, just down to my undies. I suppose you'd rather I just catch hypothermia. Anyway, why do you care?"
"Because now we're going to have to wait for you to put all that back on," he sighed. "And it's just going to get wet again once we-"
He stopped abruptly due to the sound of the front door creaking open. When the three of them were stock still and holding their breaths, Nick could just make out Cindy's father shouting something about "hurricane-force winds". Then Taloa was suggesting in quiet tones, "We-le-lo should escape while they are still far away."
"No," Nick whispered. "They probably couldn't see us from there, but I bet they'd hear the back door."
"Maybe Cindy will think of something," Laurie put in through the curtain. "A way to get them to leave again."
Before Nick could form a reply, a voice suddenly got louder. "...won't take me THAT long. And by that time, maybe your father will have found his wallet."
"But Mom," came the panicked voice of Cindy, "why do you have to go all the time? Are you... are you going through the 'change'?"
Nick heard the flabbergasted cry from Cindy's mother, but was too busy grabbing up Laurie's sneakers from the floor and trying to set them down gently in the bathtub. Then came the socks on the edge of the sink; the hoodie draped over the curtain rod disappeared on its own. As the footsteps approached, Nick flicked out the light and shoved a less-than-amused Taloa ahead of him into the tub.
"Oof!" Laurie grunted when Taloa landed on top of her. Being unable to see through the curtain, he'd had no way to gague where she was, and had pushed the nixie into the wrong side. There wasn't time to sort out the mammalian and amphibious limbs; he dove in on top of them, made sure the curtain was closed, and held his breath.
The door opened, the light came back on, he heard Cindy sigh - from relief, even though it was disguised as frustration - then the door closed again.
"Why do I even bother?" the woman muttered to herself as she unzipped something or other. "That child, I swear..."
They all listened, still as the dead while Cindy's mother took her sweet time to pee. Their bathtub was roomy enough - one of the more luxurious models, almost a whirlpool tub - but they would get awfully tired of being piled on top of each other in there soon. Nick grimaced when the slow trickle into the water was joined by the sound of magazine pages being rifled through. Did she REALLY need to read something? That could only make this take longer.
But a few seconds later, he noticed something; a tiny flaw in the plastic-turned-fabric of the curtain. The way he was positioned, it would only take a slight shift of his head to bring his eye right up to it. There were no longer any sounds coming from out there; had she left and forgotten to hit the lights? But the door had never opened. Deciding it was worth the risk, Nick leaned over and peered through.
Cindy's mom had both feet up on the toilet seat, holding something between her legs. Nick felt his heart leap into his throat; he shouldn't be seeing this! All three of them had no real business being in that bathroom while she was doing this, whatever it was. Nick started to sit up higher so he could have a better angle, but then he remembered he could only see because of the hole in the curtain. But as it turned out, he didn't need to.
"Damn thing is getting bigger," she muttered to herself as she moved the object to one side. Now Nick could easily tell that it was a make-up compact with a mirror from her purse, but that was a lot less remarkable than the now-unobstructed view he had of...
Nick had always found Cindy to be attractive - not that he would ever admit it to anyone. His brother was head over heels in love with her, which made her off-limits... but that couldn't change the way he saw her. And all the stunning features, like the auburn hair, coy eyes and pouty lips, she had inherited from her maternal side. In fact, he was sure that in another twenty years or so, Cindy would look just like the woman examining her genitals in a handheld mirror right before his eyes. Elegant hands that had began to look weathered from too much Florida sun probed and prodded, rustling the thick brownish fur that grew above and around her, a red-coated fingernail tracing along the soft, wrinkled lips and up to-
"Honey?" came a voice from far away. "I found the wallet. Are you about finished in there?"
"Just a minute," she called back. "I'm... reapplying make-up. Won't take me long." A vague grunt was all he gave for a reply.
Nick had felt dirty enough from watching one of his elders in such a compromising position. Somehow, though, hearing her lie while he sat there and watched the truth of the matter happening before his eyes bumped the naughtiness meter up more than a few notches. Dainty toes curled around the edges of the seat as she tried to heave herself up, hoping for a better view from beneath.
That's when Taloa twitched beneath him. He wasn't sure why, but from the way she was squirming he guessed she was tired of his weight, so he pushed up as much as he dared - he didn't want to make any noise or they'd be discovered, and he would rather go out and face the giants alone than be caught more or less "peeping."
The position Cindy's mother had taken granted him an even better view; now he could see everything clearly, even her puckered anus. A thin line led from one to the other, and as the woman breathed, this line seemed to contract and relax. Why was she doing this? Almost in response, she tilted her head to one side and muttered, "Might have to get it removed."
Removed?! As Nick reeled at the very idea, she poked with her fingernail again, and Nick understood the entire reason behind these events: a mole on the far side from him. It wasn't hideous or misshapen, just a little dark bump, but he supposed she saw it as a blemish on her instrument of pleasure. Then, when he was sure he couldn't endure this show anymore, she let her feet drop to the floor, bent over and pulled her panties and shorts back up (though not before granting him a generous view of her plump backside), flushed, slipped her feet back into her sandals, washed her hands, and opened the door.
"I just want to know HOW!" her father was demanding in clipped tones.
"How what, Dad? I told you, it's just-"
"What's going on?" her mother asked worriedly.
"There's mud and water all over the floor! Why, Cin? What have you been up to already?"
"Can't you cut me a little-" She kept speaking, but once the door was pulled shut Nick could no longer make out their conversation. Their doors seemed to have some remarkable sound-muffling properties.
"Please, Nicho-le-lo-las," came Taloa's muted request. "Remove your elbow from my hindquarters."
"My elbows are up here," he hissed, pressing them into her sides just enough to show her it was true.
"Your knee-la-li, then."
"Nick's knees are digging into my shins," Laurie put in, with only the slightest edge to her voice. "Can you...?"
"Sure," he agreed, shifting just enough so they would slide between the two sets Laurie and Taloa owned. "Better?"
"Hmmh," Taloa grunted, which coming from a nixie sounds more like humming. "If your limbs are elsewhere, then what is pressing into me-la-le-li?"
Just about the time she finished her question, Nick knew the answer.
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