ME AND MY MUSE

The creative section of my mind is very much like a house still under construction. There is a different room to house each story I have come up with. Some rooms are only half finished, the contents never really making it to completion. This day I sat in one of the completed ones.

I had mixed feelings about the time I spent in this room. It was my most popular ones for readers to spend time in and I must say that I loved the atmosphere. Here I came up with my most perverted, degenerate ideas, none of my other rooms were as notorious as this one. The sign on the door read “I’lL HAVE THE TAIL, THANK YOU!?”

This room is interesting since I only made it one day to house an idea that I never planned to visit again. However it became rather popular, even acquiring death threats to continue, so it went on.

I sat fuming, looking at the inhabitants of the room, the characters from X-Men: Evolution. Right now Hank and Sabertooth were having sex by a stream. I angrily waved my hand and they disappeared leaving a blank space in front of me. It had been awhile since I had had any inspiration for this story…

That was when the door flew open and my muse came in with a wide smile on her purple/black lips. She had a distinctly Gothic look with long black/blue hair, pale skin and dark clothes.

I glared at her and with much annoyance said “where the fuck have you been?”

She gave me a withering look and said, “You know, there is only so much statutory rape and bondage you can take before you need a rest.” She grabbed a chair and straddled it backwards beside me. “Besides its not like I haven’t been working. Look at all the work I’ve done on our other stories!”

“Not that that matters,” I said the anger draining out of me. She was right.

“And what do you mean by that?”

I turned to her and said “you know sometimes it seems as if the story isn’t really mine anymore, you know? Its as if all the people who read it own it and I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted.”

“You see, that’s your problem!” she exclaimed waving her hand at the blank scene. Now Scott and Rouge were in a 69 in his car. “All you writers are so caught up with what the others think of your story. What happened to just writing for funsidesides its not like you work hard on the writing part! You know there is a wonderful little invention called editing…”

“Oh shut up!” I watched the scene, vaguely aroused, but whisked it away muttering “too done” before I answered. “It’s still fun but what’s the point of posting these stories if not to get it read and loved. To get those reviews.”
When I said the dreaded R word my muse slapped me on the head.

“Reviews???? Jeeze! Is that all you numbskulls think about? Who the fuck cares how many reviews you get? Its not a flipping contest!”

I got mad and shoved her, nearly toppling her chair. “Yeah that’s easy for you to say! You have no ego, you don’t know what its like to be rejected, you just keep pumping out those ideas for me to write. To me it’s important to know its read. I NEED THOSE REVIEWS!” I shouted.

My muse is not one to be pushed around. She leapt from her chair and tackled me off of mine. She started to rain blows on me. I tried to fight back as well as I could but she still beat me two out of three.

Later we were both sitting again, both banged up, glaring at each other. I softened first and said “ok. Your right. But this story does have to go on. Nobody has reviewed in days.”

My muse cracked a grin at me. She could never stay mad at me for
long. “What? Do you think that just because its not being reviewed that it’s not being read? There’s probably like ten a day reading our positively arousing filth.”

I smiled back through a cut lip. I waved my hand and the scene took on Bayville High. Principle Kelly was screwing his secretary.

“Nah.” My muse said waving it away.

I sat for a second before I said, “Why do you think we haven’t been flamed yet? Sure we had that one but we come up with really vile stuff yet they eat it up? Why do they like it so much?”

My muse thought about it while she raised her hand and the attic of the Institute appeared. Storm and Risty/Mystique appeared on scene utilizing a strap-on.

“Hmmmm…that has promise…. you know, I think its because not many people on here do what we do. We don’t edit our thoughts on sex and just let it flow, using everything we know. Sure we’re sick perverts but we use it.”

I shook my head and laughed. “You are really full of yourself.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Every muse has to think they are the best. If we didn’t then we wouldn’t have such marvelous ideas. Who can be great if they think they are mediocre?”

I thought about it and said “true. So are you ready to work on this yet. I’m outta ideas.”

She gave me that wicked grin I love so much and leaned over whispering in my ear.

My eyes got big and round as she talked. When she pulled back I stared at her in disbelief.

“You have got to be kidding? We cant do that!”

She gave me an annoyed look.” What do you mean? You’ve done it already!”

“That was just once to satisfy her craving. You’re talking about a series of that. People will crucify me!”

“Oh, don’t be such a little wimp! I bet people will love it. Not many others have done it and we can really do a number with it.”

I thought about it. It was kinda original. Others may have done it but maybe not to this extent. What was life without a little risk?

I gave her a wry smile and said “people are going to freak. Where did this come from?”

She stared at the scene of Storm and Mystique. They had moved around until Risty was now fucking Storm in the ass with a cock she morphed.

“Remember Tish? That girl we mail our chapters to of this story? She loved chapter 30 and I thought about writing a story just for her with her as the star,” my muse was absently starting to caress her body. “That lead to me thinking about putting her in the story,” her black polished nails played with the nipples that poked out of her shirt “then I thought why stop there? And as for all the people who will hate it,” her hand slid down between her legs and was squeezed between stockinged thighs, “that wont stop us. Besides, Flames make me so horny.” She sighed out.

I watched her with much detachment since I saw her space out like this in this room often. She really got into character.

“Earth to muse! Stop orbiting around the solar system Nympho and re-enter terrain atmosphere!”

She blinked and took her hands from herself. She looked at me sheepishly and said sorry.

I smiled at her and said “so, are we going to work on this now?”

“Maybe later,” she said before getting up and walking to the door.
I swore under my breath.

That muse was so damned fickle!!!!

But what would I do without her!