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Is it too much to ask to have one day? One fucking day?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, yeah, things weren\u2019t as normal yesterday as I\u2019d thought. To me, anyway. No one else saw a thing. Of course.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Our new friends were not what they seemed. And by that, I mean human. Definitely not human, which might reassure Mish\u2019s concerns about Steph\u2019s dick. Apples + oranges. Or people + monsters. Ha. I think someone even commented on his monster dick. We just didn\u2019t know it was true, and Pinky being flighty? Maybe because he has freaking wings! I don\u2019t know what he is. Fairy? Pixie? Still small, whatever. Definitely hairless, his clothes didn\u2019t hide much yesterday, but I got a much closer look last night. Maybe if they\u2019d stayed in the tent I would still be happily ignorant. Bit, no, they have to fuck in the moonlight, which showed me everything, Every. Thing. Steph? No fucking clue what he is. Bigger, if that\u2019s possible. Not a giant, I don\u2019t think, but not pretty. Not that Pinky cared. He seemed just as happy with Steph in that form as he had yesterday. Must be some kind of magic involved. No way Steph could fit otherwise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went out to pee. I really need to plan this better so I\u2019m not always interrupting things. They were out by the fire. Pinky lodged on Steph\u2019s dick, wings fluttering to keep him steady as Steph pounded into him. They both saw me this time. Steph grinned, gave me an up nod. Pinky wiggled his fingers in a little wave before pulling Steph down for a kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s like they\u2026 did they not care? Or\u2026 it was like they were acknowledging me. Like \u2014 not like I was part of their fucking, but like they recognized something in me. They knew I saw them and they just continued on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lay in bed a long time after I got back. I\u2019m confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later\u2026 not any less confused than what I wrote before getting up this morning, but it almost felt good to have someone else acknowledge the weird.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I guess the nap yesterday made me not sleepy last night. Even staying up late, I was up early this morning. Something woke me up. Sun wasn\u2019t even up yet, but it was light out. I\u2019ve always liked that time of day. No one else was awake. I got the fire going and heated water for coffee while I was writing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe he smelled the coffee, but Pinky came out of his tent, I swear, he was wearing silly pajamas. Definitely not the usual hiking gear, he came over to the fire in flip flops and yawned at me, then held out a mug. No tin cup for this guy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I poured him some and for myself. He thanked me and wandered away from the fire to look down the valley. I turned and then followed him when I saw the sun was starting to turn the clouds in the valley colors. Pinks, yellows. It glowed. It was gorgeous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the sun rose and the clouds burned off, I noticed something flying through the air. Lots of somethings. From the distance, I couldn’t tell what it was. I thought maybe butterflies or dragonflies. But I realized they were too big for that, but they didn\u2019t look like birds. Whatever they were, they swarmed the skies doing fantastic loops and dives. After a bit, I realized they were pairing off. Still doing acrobatic moves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t it amazing?\u201d Pinky sighed. \u201cI\u2019d be out there, but I\u2019m with Steph now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His words made me look closer. As the sun came up fully, the pairs were dropping from the sky but enough were still visible for me to realize the distance had fooled me. They weren\u2019t birds or insects. They were humanish. With wings. Like Pinky as I\u2019d seen him last night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2026\u201d was all I could get out as I watched the last of the\u2026 whatever they were tumble from the sky in pairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pinky shrugged, sipping from his mug. \u201cFamily reunion of sorts. We try to make it whenever we can.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All I could say was, \u201cOh.\u201d Then we heard someone shuffling out of a tent behind us. Pinky skipped back to Steph and offered up his mug. I just stood there for a bit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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