Journey from the West

Journey from the West

Chapter 2
Wu Kong's Assault

by
Cursed by Dragons

"I cannot believe you actually let that bastard arrest us," Wu Kong fumed. "Now, we're about to be tried for sodomy, and have to share this cell together. What else could go wrong?"

"A lot of things," Sylvester replied from beneath his hat. "Just relax and sleep it off. So long as we're in here for me giving it to you up the arse, they can't arrest us for gunning down that tart who tried to put a bullet in my back. Or armed robbery!"

"I don't like it in here," Wu whined. "It's way too small, and the walls feel like they're moving in closer."

"Oh, right," Sylvester groaned, peeking under the brim of his hat at Wu. "I had forgotten. You're claustraphobic, aren't you?"

"I am not!" Wu paused, and looked over at where Sylvester was stretched out on the jail bunk. "What does that mean?"

"It means you get uncomfortable in small, enclosed spaces. It also means that I'm going to have to hurt you in a second if you don't sit down somewhere and stop pacing like a randy jackrabbit caught in a spring trap. We'll get out of here in a little bit. You just have to be patient."

"I hate being patient."

"So I've noticed. Look, the more noise you make, the worse things will likely get for us. Can't you do something to calm down?"

"Bugger."

Sylvester lifted the brim of his hat up again. "I'm fairly certain that's what landed us here in the first place. Any more of it could only make things worse."

"What?" Wu stopped paced and looked at him. "What, you wanna do it now?"

"You said that you did!"

"No, I said 'bugger'," he clarified, looking irritated. "Of course, if you really want to, I guess we could."

"That's what it means!" Sylvester said, before Wu could get his pants off. "'Bugger' means to sodomize someone, get it? Why are you using the word if you don't understand what that word means?"

"I didn't know!" Wu protested angrily, looking put out as he hitched his pants back up again. "I hear some stuffed-shirt use it once back when my parents and I were working on the railroad tracks through the Wildlands. I thought it was a British swear word."

"It is a British swear word, and it does mean to sodomize someone," Sylvester told him through gritted teeth. "And if I were you, I'd make a note not to ever mention railroads going through those Wildlands ever again, got it?!"

Wu stomped over to a corner and leaned against the wall, sulking. "This stinks," he mumbled.

Sylvester chose to ignore him, instead stretching back out across the cot with his hat over his face again to block out the unwanted sunlight. After a moment, he peeked out from under it yet again to get a glimpse of Wu, still standing in the corner looking mad.

"Don't get too rhilled up," he warned. "Remember what happened last time."

For a long time, neither said a word to the other. Sylvester himself appreciated the quiet. It was a rare and wonderful thing for Wu to be so angry that he refused to talk. The reprieve was nice, but after a while, even he began to feel restless and agitated. The cot had never been designed for someone to sleep on it for more than an hour or so. By this point, he could have counted and named each and every single lump in it that poked him in the back. No one had come to keep watch over them, something he found very odd. Even in cases such as theirs, there should have been somebody posted in the sheriff's office to keep watch.

Sylvester was beginning to grow as antsy as Wu when the sound of a door made him jump up. The sheriff had arrived, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, along with another gentleman dressed in black. Going by the bag he was holding, Sylvester guessed he was a doctor, though his brain was at a loss as to why they would have brought a doctor in to examine them.

Sylvester started to get up, but then saw Wu laying on the floor at his feet. Sighing, he stepped around the kid as the sheriff unlocked the door. "How long do you think you'll need, Doc?" he asked, as more men appeared from each side of the opening cell door.

"Difficult to say," the doctor informed him, motioning towards Wu on the floor. "These examinations take time, I think. I'll try not to take up too much of your time, though. Just to be clear, this one is on the house. I couldn't dream of charging the city's payroll for something like this."

Sylvester stood his ground as the men came at him. He expected them to make a grab, but the one closest reared back instead and clocked him right across the jaw. Caught off his guard, Sylvester stumbled backwards as a booted foot slammed into his stomach, forcing the air out of his lungs. One of them spat on his face before turning around to help the other lift Wu off the floor, who was shaken away abruptly and began thrashing about.

"Get him over to the Doc's place," the sheriff instructed, closing the cell doors again. "Wait for him to finish and bring the kid back, but stay out of his way."

"I have a room all set up for the child," the Doc assured him. "The boy will need his privacy, after all."

"Whatever you say, Doc."

"Hey," Sylvester gasped, getting to his feet weakly. "Hey! Get back here, you sonuvabitch! Bring him back!"

The sheriff stopped in his tracks and looked Sylvester in the eye. "Why don't you boys go on ahead?" he said, turning to face his men. "I'll be along in just a minute, once I've wrapped stuff up here with this one."

"Sure, sheriff," one winked, still holding the struggling Wu. "Take your time."

The sheriff laughed as he watched his men waste several minutes trying to push a fighting Wu out the door. When they finally did manage, the Doc's hat had been knocked aside twice, and one of the deputies was nursing a bruise under his left eye.

"Alone at last," he jeered, turning to Sylvester once more. "Not the most romantic place to dye, certainly not as nice as that bedroom you and that whore were wrestling around in last night."

"When I get out of here, I'm gonna gut you like a fish and throw your carcass into the first canyon I..." Sylvester paused. "Wait, what did you just say?"

"Never send a whore to do a man's job," the sheriff went on, standing just out of arm's length in front of him. "Who knew shooting one long-ear in the back could be so damned complicated! I thought for certain she would've tired you out. What sent you chasing after that kid? She not doing right or somethin'?"

Sylvester couldn't keep the shock and confusion off his face. "You knew... She was sent by you to kill me?"

"Oh, Lord and Savior, no!" he laughed, walking over to his desk out of Sylvester's line of sight. "They just paid me to look the other way. I got no idea why the Protestant Major wanted you dead. To be honest, I'd hoped you might shed some light on that fact before..."

"Before what? You kill me?"

"Someone's gotta finish the job," he said, nonchalantly. "Funny, but in that big ol' file they sent to me, none of it said anything at all about you going after little kids. Seems like something worth mentioning, if you ask me."

"Nobody asked," Sylvester pointed out. "And Wu's hardly a kid. You might want to have warned you boys not to get him angry."

The sheriff found this funny. "I think they can handle him."

"If you say so," Sylvester sighed, giving up. "As for why the Protestant Major wants me dead, I have no earthly idea. I haven't had anything to do with those lying bastards since I left. If they want me dead, maybe it's because I forgot to pay my tithes."

"It figures an elf would have no respect," the sheriff scowled. "Looking at you now, I can hardly believe you were ever slated to become a priest."

"Neither can I," he admitted. "Call it a momentary lapse in judgement, if you will."

"Well, I'm afraid we've got nothing but time," the sheriff informed him, pulling up a seat. "Local law says that your little friend has to be given a thorough examination by the chief medical doctor of these parts to see if he has been engaging in sodomistic practices. Since he's a minor, though, that puts the blame squarely on your shoulders. Luckily, the tax payers aren't gonna have to worry about being charged for the cost of another felon's burial. If you got any last words, now might be the time to start uttering 'em. So, let's talk!"

* * * * *

Wu's entire body was shaking uncontrollably. He didn't have many clear memories of the last time someone had held him down this way, but bits and pieces flashed before his eyes as he heard the so-called doctor's footsteps somewhere behind him.

When those men had finally gotten him here, the doctor had suggested they tie him down to the table. So he didn't hurt himself during the examination, of course, but both deputies were more than happy to comply. Wu had gotten in a few more good shots. Now that they were away from the sheriff's watchful eye, one was more than happy to give back what Wu had been dishing out to them. Before being strapped down on the table, Wu had the breath knocked out of him. The whole time he was coughing, the doctor muttered what a shame it was, and how he had brought it all on himself.

Those words made something snap in Wu's brain. He had heard those words once before, back when...

Back when THAT man had said them!

Wu sobbed loudly as he fought to break free. The straps were of a surprisingly high quality, which meant his fourteen year old frame lacked the upper body strength. He was alone now with the doctor, who had begun pulling his pants down around his ankles. Wu legs were spread out like a virgin's on her wedding night, his upper body laying spread-eagled on the table. Doc slipped on a pair of rubber gloves, then began gently probing into Wu's anus.

"Stop that!" Wu snarled, trying to kick out at the Doc's head. "I mean it!"

"Young man, I assure you. I know what I am doing."

In response, Wu shut his eyes and clamped down on his ass muscles as tightly as he could. The Doc's finger suddenly found it's path obstructed with no way through. Frustrated, the Doc attempted to force his way in, but Wu only whimpered and kept the entryway shut. The Doc then tried to spread his hole open by grabbing both ass cheeks and pulling them apart. When that failed, Doc blew puffs of air into the closed bud. It puckered briefly, but the moment Doc got his finger near it, Wu tighted his hole up again.

The whole time, he was fighting back tears. It hurt, but worse were the images flashing before his eyes. Wu saw the day his parents had sailed to the Union States with him to work for the railroad company, the perilous journey westward on stagecoaches, and the months of degredation under the command of the railroad company foreman that constantly mocked Wu's narrow eyes and hit him when no one was looking. He saw the hours of practice with his father, making explosives and training, and the day his father was murdered so the foreman could rape his mother.

None of that compared to what came afterwards, however. Shame welled up inside Wu until he throught he would explode from trying to hold back. The whole time, he felt the Doc's finger prodding mercilessly at his ass, growing more and more impatient. It reminded him of his capture by the Man in Black, and what he had been put through. His eyes flashed a strange light as heat flowed down through him into his toes. Wu tried to keep it back, but he couldn't fight the Doc, his memories, and the change all the the same time. With a jolt, he unclenched his ass involuntarily as the transformation began.

The Doc practically gave a shout of triumph as his finger abruptly slid all the way in to Wu's prostate. The moment his finger slipped over that knot, however, the Doc received a shock of his own. Quite literally!

Energy rippled through the air and down Wu's fast-changing form, focusing on the spot where he and the Doc were joined. The energy tore through the Doc like a razor-sharp knife. Inside a second, he was thrown about by convulsions, his body jerking out of control all over the floor. His finger, still stuck up Wu's tail end, began to smoke as Wu let out an angry roar before forcing it out of him. Doc had just enough strength left in him to let out a feeble squeak before crumbling to a heap on the floor. As his heart fluttered weakly in his chest, about to stop, the Doc took one last look upward, only to get the biggest shock of his life.

The thing that looked down over him had the same built and height as Wu, more or less, but it's face...

The creature was pale, an impossibly sick pale color, with eyes blacker than coal freshly dug up from the ground. His fingernails had grown into something more like claws, long and sharp enough to look almost like knives. They were deadly-looking. The boy's face had distorted; fangs hung down from his mouth to snarl and snap at him. There was nothing but hate there. The same energy that had shocked him rippled through the surface of his body, causing the air to ionize. It was where their eyes met that the Doc realize his heart had already stopped, though. Something in them told him that he'd been dead for almost a minute.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, Sylvester was trying to deal with the fact that he had a gun in his face. The sheriff gripped the front of his shirt angrily as he took aim directly between the half-elf's eyes. Sylvester tried to stay calm, to think about something else, but the only thing that sprung to mind was Wu, which did little to help. Frustrated, he seized the sheriff's hands and tried to pry him off, but all that succeeded in doing was making the man's finger twitch over the trigger to his gun. Sylvester saw this, and froze.

"Smart," the sheriff nodded, not taking his finger away. "You're not as dumb as you look."

"Coming from you, I'll try and take that as a compliment."

"Before you kill me, though," he added, as the finger on the trigger squeezed down. "Tell me. Why does the Protestant Major want me dead? You must know something about it, even if they didn't tell you."

"Maybe," the sheriff said, pausing. "Why do you need to know, though?"

"Call it a dying man's last request. I'm not getting a trial out of this, or even a hanging. Answering me that doesn't sound like too much to ask."

Sylvester knew he was up shit creek without so much as a paddle. They had taken his rifle before throwing him in the cooler to begin with, and the sheriff had locked the cell behind him when he came in to blow his head off. These two important factors made getting out of this mess exceedingly difficult. All Sylvester had to gamble on was the hope that he could keep the sheriff talking long enough in order to distract him.

"True," the sheriff mused, hesitating for a second. "What the hell! Why not? You folks believe in a spirit world or some such shit as that, right? If your ghost ever gets the chance, head down to Penance. Some hotshot priest there was the one who sent me that file and told me to keep an eye out for your corpse."

Sylvester went rigid. "Penance?"

The sheriff didn't answer, instead taking aim once more between Sylvester's eyes. Before he could pull the trigger, however, the whole jail cell was shaken by what sounded like an explosion coming from somewhere outside. Both Sylvester and the sheriff were knocked off balance. Sylvester, though, as luck would have it, was the first one to regain his footing, and made a beeline for the cell door. Remembering it was still locked, he turned back around to the sheriff, who was just getting to his knees with the gun still in his hand.

One swift kick to the skull caused him to fall back down. Sylvester snatched the gun up along with the keys attached to the older man's belt. Sylvester was out of the jail cell in a matter of seconds, but miraculously, the sheriff was quicker on his feet this time. He nearly grabbed hold of the half-elf's mane of hair before he jerked it out of reach from the fat sausage fingers groping helplessly through the bars.

"Get back here you long-eared sonofabitch!" the sheriff screamed.

"Believe me," Sylvester replied, searching the room for his rifle. "You're gonna be thankful I'm doing this. That was no ordinary explosion I would wager, and since my little buddy's been gone for too long, something tells me he had everything to do with it. Your men don't stand a chance against him when he gets like that. Thanks for the information, by the way. I'll be sure and alert the Protestant Major to where it came from."

The sly smile on his face dissolved as he ducked out the front door with the sheriff's curses trailing after him. Outside, none of the townsfolk bothered to notice his escape. Their attention was currently being wrapped up by all the panicking in the streets. It was pandemonium everywhere he looked. Judging by the direction the crowd was running, Sylvester deduced Wu Kong was most likely somewhere south of his position.

Rather than fight the crowd, Sylvester ducked down a nearby alley and worked his way towards the source of the chaos using the narrow side streets between buildings. As he drew closer, he could hear the outrages howls coming towards him. It seemed Wu had locked onto his scent finally. This made getting his attention much easier, but by contrast, it also meant Sylvester had a crazed, Alkahest-powered monster fast on his heels. Thus, he couldn't really call himself surprised when, after rounding a corner too sharply, Sylvester found himself face to face with a transformed and highly-irate looking Wu Kong.

"Sepharos!" he swore in his mother's tongue, backing away quickly.

Wu took one look at Sylvester in his transformed state and snarled. Sylvester raised his rifle to take the shot, but Wu only walked towards him slowly, cocking his head to the side in confused bemusement as he slobbered. The Alkahest in his system had charged the air surrounding them, making what little hair Sylvester had on his body stand up and wave. Both arms shook as he squeezed the trigger slightly. He was slowly backing away the whole time, keeping the same amount of distance between them. For every step he took, Wu would close the gap by making one of his own. His tantrum had calmed down for the time being, but Sylvester knew there was only one proven way to snap the obnoxious little shite out of it.

Again, he briefly considered pulling the trigger. Before it could close around it, though, Sylvester let go and dropped it down next to his feet. Stripping out of his riding duster, he unbuttoned his shirt and motioned Wu forward with one hand.

"Come on, you ugly mutherfucker," he spat, shucking his chaps down. "Let's get this shit over with."

Wu Kong jumped at him, but Sylvester was ready. Jumping out of his pants, he gave the little Chinese mutate a fighter's punch across the jaw, knocking him to the side. Wu staggered back towards the side of a building, where someone had left a barrel open to collect rainwater in. Sylvester shook his trapped leg free from the pants and stroke naked after him. Wu would normally have been able to take such a punch, but Sylvester knew that somewhere in the kid's mind, he understood what was about to happen. Therefore, when he slammed the kid up against the wall and jerked his pants down, there was very little resistance. Much to his own chargrin, both of their cocks were rock hard. Sylvester gave his one or two strokes for good measure, then pushed his way in through the deathly pale asscheeks.

There was no cooking oil or bear grease for them to use to make his intrusion easier. All Sylvester had was his own spittle, which eased his entry some, but not by much. Wu roared in anger and pain, trying to force Sylvester out of him, but the half-elf kept both of Wu's armed pinned above his head against the side of the building. Wu's claws were sharp enough to actually dig into the wood, keeping him in there. Within a minute or two, Sylvester had a rhymn going. From this point on, it was only a matter of time.

Slowly, Wu began to cease resistance, and moved his hips along to Sylvester's thrusts. As their tempo increased slightly, he noticed the kid's claws were beginning to retract back into his hand. His skin was looking a great deal less pale. Wu came to his senses as Sylvester tapered off his thrusts, and started to pull out of him.

"No!" Wu protested loudly, clamping down to keep the head and a few inches inside of him. "Keep going!"

"That's more than enough," Sylvester told him, sternly. "You've had your fill and are nearly back to normal now. Let's get out of here before someone comes around the corner and sees us. In case you forgot, this was how we got in trouble last night."

"Right," Wu nodded, trying to work impale himself on Sylvester's dick again. "Last night, you kissed me. You wanted it from me then, not just because I'd become a monster. Do me now, please!"

"That was..." Sylvester faltered. "Look, it had been a long ride, and I was still hard-up from the whore. Don't take it to mean anything else."

"It meant something to me," Wu said, pleadingly. "Please, finish me. Don't leave me like this. It won't take too long, I promise."

Unconsciously, Sylvester reached for Wu's hips, and stopped himself. "Please," Wu begged, wiggling his ass encouraging. "It's not fair."

"I don't have anything to make it easier for you," Sylvester tried, feeling some of his resolve slip. "We left the grease with the ostriches before the deputy spotted us. I'm too big for you to try and take without it. It will hurt."

"I can take it," he insisted, forcing his ass down on the huge cock anxiously. "Please, fuck me."

Sylvester rolled his eyes, his resolve finally giving way to Wu's pleas, and spaced his legs apart slightly to position himself better. He'd intended to work his way back in slower than before, now that Wu had come to his senses, but the kid's impatience had him fully impaled within a few seconds. Despite the light whimpers his keen ears picked up, Sylvester couldn't resist the tight, hot ass clutching his elfhood. Slowly, he worked his way in and out of Wu's young ass in a painstaking rhythm.

"Harder," Wu called out to him, hoarsely.

Sylvester hissed as the kid squeezed his cock with his inyards. "It will hurt if I do it harder," he told him. "Just relax and let me do this."

"Harder!" Wu demanded, forcing himself back on Sylvester's dick prematurely. "I can take it. I've had much worse, remember?"

Sylvester stopped, and took a deep breath. "I'm too big," he insisted, forcing Wu to stop. "Much as I hate to admit it, I don't want to hurt you... not like this, at least."

Wu began making long, quick strokes with his ass near the edge of Sylvester's dick, where he knew the half-elf was more sensitive. "Oh, you feel so good," Wu moaned, picking the pace up slightly. "OH, fuck me with that amazing elf cock of yours. Just put it all the way up my ass, PLEASE!"

"Shut up!"

Sylvester seized one of Wu's shoulders to steady himself, and wrapped the other hand around the kid's throat to quiet him some. Withdrawing nearly all the way, he slammed the full length of him into Wu's guts with one incredibly hard thrust. Wu's whole body went rigid for a second as he cried out, choking against the hand that gripped his adam's apple. Sylvester didn't give the kid time to recover; rather, he pulled back again and slammed home, repeating his long-dicking strokes over and over again.

Wu clawed at the wall, his hands now completely returned to normal. Needing air, he tried to pry Sylvester's hand off his throat, but the half-elf only squeezed down harder. After a moment, however, he let off some pressure, but kept the hand there threateningly. Wu gripped it, using his other arm to pull Sylvester in closer to him. Together, they rocked back and forth against each other as their fucking became more vocal again.

"Take that dick," Sylvester commanded, increasing his strokes again. "You think you've had worse? You think your ass could handle this man-sized dick? Boy, shut your fucking mouth and ride on my cock!"

"Fuck me!" Wu said, over and over again. "Fuck my ass. Plant your seed up my butt. Breed me like I was a mare! Oh, I think I'm going to cum!"

"You wish," Sylvester replied, fucking him faster. "You don't fucking cum until I tell you to. This ass belongs to me."

"Oh god, fuck! Yes, this ass is all yours. Fuck me and make my ass yours. Oh, Jesus H. Christ, I've gotta cum! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder! HARDER!"

"Yes! YES! YES!"

Sylvester plowed Wu's asshole, foregoing any sense of caution or concern for his well-being now. Wu took all of it and begged for more, keeping his ass tightened so that, when Sylvester finally did cum with a roar, none of it leaked out. Still, the half-elf was hard and ready to go ahead. Wu forced him to keep on fucking as his own cock began spraying the building with his seed. Their dirty talk dissolved into grunts and moans as their pace slowed down. Sylvester withdrew long enough to flip Wu around where they were facing one another, then lifted the kid up by his legs and impaled him on his man muscle.

"I won't be able to go again after this," he warned, giving Wu more control now. "They'll be looking for us soon. We need to get out of here."

Wu answered by wrapping both arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Sylvester surrendered, letting him do so, and even kissed back after a moment. Wu moaned deeply into the kiss as their fucking slowed into a more tender pace.

"That feels so good," Wu whispered, licking around Sylvester's pointed ear. "Where are we going?"

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned. "A town called Penance. It seems I have unfinished... SHIT! Unfinished business there. Oh, goddamn!"

"Oh, right there," Wu moaned. "What... fuck me! Unfinished business? Oh, I'm almost there now!"

"Yeah." Sylvester sped up. "Me too. Someone... oh, fuck! That's damn good! Someone... hired that whore... ah, Mother of Earth and Sun, your ass is still tight! They hired her to kill me. I want to know why! Jesus!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh... really?" Wu cried out. "Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

For the second time, Sylvester unloaded a torrent of his seed up Wu's shit chute, overflowing it. Drops of his semen mixed with Wu's ass juices splattered on the ground as Wu's own cock began painting Sylvester's chest with his own seed. Wu kissed him again, and Sylvester gave into it completely this time. When they pulled away, Sylvester let him down unceremoniously, and walked over to where he'd left his clothes and rifle.

"Get dressed," he ordered. "We've got a lot of riding to do, and very little time to do it in. Hopefully, there will be a couple of ostriches available after that commotion you caused."

"It wasn't my fault," Wu pouted, feeling put-out by Sylvester's distance, though he was used to it by now. "That quack had those two deputies strap me down on a table. He was trying to force his finger up my ass."

"So?" Sylvester wondered, strapping his chaps back on. "You've had bigger things up there."

"Yeah," Wu admitted, reluctantly. "But I wanted them up there. His hands were really cold and uncomfortable."

"Of course."

After a moment's silence, the two made their way carefully towards the main part of the city. People were gathered around in large groups here and there, mostly on the other side of the street. Outside a saloon, someone had left several of their birds tied next to the trought, unattended. Sylvester motioned for Wu to head across the street, which he did only after the half-elf threatened him with his bayonet. Making sure the coast was clear, Wu scampered across the street and quickly untied both ostriches. Neither bird seemed very cooperative at first, but Wu managed to get their attention by brandishing his staff. Wu then motioned for Sylvester to meet him at the edge of town, then mounted one bird and led the other down an alley.

A few minutes later, Sylvester was climbing aboard his own mount and adjusting the saddle. "So, why do we need to find out who paid that whore to kill you?" Wu wondered. "Lots of people have tried before. What makes this one so special?"

"We just do," he answered, vaguely. "And besides..."

Sylvester hesitated a moment before continuing. "I spent a few years in Penance, right after my folks were murdered by the Union army. If someone there is trying to have me killed, it could be because they're someone I know. If that's the case, I'd like to know why."