Annie CLIV: Ann Ticipation

(Following Dancing Lesson)

Raymond sat down in his Government class desk, getting Annie situated before opening his textbook. The desk in this class was next to a chalkboard Mr. Cummings didn't use, so Annie sat on the empty chalk tray at the bottom.

Raymond and his sylph were both surprised when the cheerleader in front of him turned around to talk.

"Did you hear about Ann?" she asked.

"I always hear Annie," he replied.

Mindy rolled her eyes. "Ann, not AnnEE," she said. "The new sylph."

Raymond assumed someone named Ann had shrunk, probably during a sporting event he hadn't attended. 'New' as in 'new graduate' or 'new teacher.'

Annie assumed someone had purchased a sylph. Like someone had a new bike or a new hamster.

"Who?" they both asked.

"Lily Slaughter," Mindy said. "You haven't seen her?" She looked over at Annie. "All the boys want to see Ann."

"Why?" Raymond asked.

"She's saying that Ann has big boobies," Annie told her slow-on-the-uptake master. Mindy's smile grew.

"Well, not 'big,' Raymond objected. "Nothing-"

"Nothing about any sylph is big, yes, we know," Annie replied, rolling her own eyes. Mindy's smile looked like a victorious one when she turned around. Class started.

Raymond cared less about Government than Annie did. He spent a few minutes staring at the back of Mindy's head.

He glanced over at his pet, who gestured for a pickup.

With her face nestled within the shell of her master's ear, she whispered, "Wondering why Mindy is talking to us?" He nodded. "You're almost as popular as a cheerleader, because of your sylph, to wit, me."

"Ah," he said softly.

"And," she went on, "even if she got her daddy to buy her a sylph, you'd still have the cachet that comes from catching your own. In the wild. On The Day."

He lifted her from his ear. His other hand scribbled 'cachet' in the margin of his Presidential Powers worksheet. Underlined with three exclamation points.

Back in his ear, she agreed, "Yes, Master, and because Mindy doesn't know the meaning of the word 'cachet,' but you do." Then she was moved again to watch him write 'Gordy' and 'Vogue.'

"Yes, yes, most of the sylphs you know are assholes, owned by bigger assholes. And by bigger I mean both their gross tonnage AND the degree of assholiness."

Her last word caught his attention and he put her back on the chalk tray. Then on the back of his worksheet, he drew the vestments, crook and headgear of His Assholiness, Pope Nixon I.

When there were ten minutes left in the class period, she caught his attention and waved at the clock on the wall. He turned the worksheet back over and finished it from memory and guesswork.

If Mr. Cummings turned the sheet over and found the art work, well, he was well-known to hold the opinion that the RCC was the Bible's prophesized Whore of Babylon, and usually depicted Nixon as an agent of Satan. It would probably improve Ray's grade.

Two hours later, in Physics, Raymond found all the boys in class grouped around Lily's desk.

"Did Mindy say if Lily brought Ann to school today?" he asked.

"Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen," Annie said. "And teenagers."

Raymond put his books down and joined the crowd of boys. Annie noticed that all the girls were ignoring that entire side of the room.

Even for having predicted it, Annie was stunned by the boobs on the New Sylph. They were big, beautiful balloons of funbags. She stared from Raymond's shoulder.

Lily looked up. "Oh, hey, Raymond! I got a sylph! Just like you!"

"Not like him," Todd said. "Annie's flat-chested."

"No, she's not," Raymond defended her.

"Relatively," he insisted.

"Then why do you keep asking to borrow her?" Raymond replied. He reached down to put Annie on Lily's desk, near Ann.

"Hi," Annie said.

"Hi," Ann nodded. The two sylphs looked each other over. Ann was a little bit taller than Annie, quite a bit older and had, if not clothes, at least accessories.

She wore a chain around her hips that dangled down her belly. A charm-bracelet cross swung in front of her crotch

"Covering," Annie said, pointing at the jewelry. "What would that be like?"

"Imagine a chastity belt made of hiking boots," Ann replied with a sigh. She took one step forward, the cross banging from thigh to thigh.

Above them, the teens were discussing Ann's cost and the drive to the Exotic Pet Store in Orlando.

Annie stepped closer, to ask softly, "I have to ask…"

"They're not real," Ann said. "And every night, I have a nightmare where I sylph but the silicone doesn't." She gestured above her breasts to indicate explosions.

"Eugh!" Annie whimpered, covering her own breasts with both arms.

"Eh. That's not the worst part."

"My God, what IS the worst part?"

"Daddy buying a sylph for his Darling Lily was the only way for him to get a sex toy into the house," Ann said.

"Ooh, make her dance!" someone shouted.

"I know you're not talking to me," Raymond said. He hadn't forced Annie to dance since Boston.

"No, we wanna watch Ann."

"She was a stripper, wasn't she?" someone else asked.

"No," Lily said. She moved her hands protectively around her pet. The sanctuary just happened to cover both sylphs. "No, she was on TV news down in Miami."

"Really?" Annie asked.

"Weather girl," Ann admitted. She looked around the boys standing in the group. She gestured towards one fly that was straining under tension. "Well, you can see the high pressure system in the West." The boys laughed, except for the one she singled out.

She swept her arms, waving her breasts back and forth. "Which wants to move East, then West, then East, then West, then East, then West, over and over until…"

"Until scattered showers?" Annie suggested.

"Right! Scattered showers all over our First Coast area."

She was starting to recommend Annie get her umbrella when the teacher called everyone's attention to the material on the board.

Annie nodded to the older sylph. "You're cool," she said.

"Are you making a pass at me?" Ann replied.

"I'm saying that not every sylph in the school is an asshole."

"Thanks," Ann said. Raymond picked up Annie and moved to his seat.

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Lily caught Raymond's attention before the bell rang. He had time to talk before catching the bus so he waited by the door.

Raymond didn’t know her well, beyond helping her a time or two with a math problem, but at least she had never insulted him or Annie.

She walked up, holding Ann in her fist. Annie waved, the other sylph waved back.

"Raymond?"

"Yes, Lily?"

"You don't… Hang out with other sylph owners, do you?"

"Helen's idea of a party is to tape a sylph down and let another sylph rape her." He shrugged. "She may have changed her tastes by now, that was a while ago."

"Or she may have more sylphs," Annie pointed out. "Make it a gang bang."

"Did they…?" Lily started to ask. "Did you let…?"

"He came to my rescue with full malice and an assault stick!" Annie shouted with malicious glee.

"I don't hang out with Helen or her friends," he said. "But if you and Annie, I mean Ann, want to come over?"

"Maybe later," Lily said.

"Annie?" Annie asked.

"Force of habit. I haven't known an Ann before."

"We'll forgive you… ONCE she said darkly," Annie replied. "But seriously," she said more cheerfully, "outside of a D&D game he hasn't committed felony assault in two years! Come on over, we'll, I dunno, play golf or something."

Ann and Lily shook their heads. Raymond went to his locker then the bus.

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Annie waited until he was finished with his homework and they had finished their after-school PB&J.

"So, do you want to make friends with Lily, or are you trying to have me make friends with Ann?"

"I like Lily," he said. "But I'd have expected you to accuse me of wanting to see more of Ann."

"You can't possibly see more of Ann," Annie snorted. "You had her under CIA-level surveillance." Her expression got more serious. "Of course, after what she said, I guess I don't want to think of her as an objectified object of male interest."

"What did she say?" "She said that while Lily owned her, Lily's dad uses her... As, uh, a sex toy."

"Oh, that's… Bad," he finally decided. She nodded. He picked her up and held her, stroking her back and looking out the window. "Um…"

"What?" she asked.

"I guess I have to ask, but have either of my parents…?"

"EITHER?" she squealed. She stood up and stamped a foot on his palm. "Really? EITHER?"

"Well, maybe not directly, but… As a show or… I dunno. I… I know Mom's taken you to a Chippendales show at least once."

"How do you know… I mean, why do you suspect that?"

"I came home one night to find you drunk, smelling of cigarette smoke."

"Oh, that could have been from anything."

"And…" he paused to lift her up to his face. "And singing that Village People song about banana hammocks."

"There is no Village People song about banana hammocks!"

"You sang new words to In The Navy," he informed her.

"That doesn't even sound like me," she insisted.

"In the hammock/You can put your mind at ease/In the hammock/It's like climbing big red trees…" he recited.

"You memorized this?" she asked. "I guess the words really spoke to you, Raymond." She tilted her head to one side. "Is there something you'd like to admit to? You're safe, here."

"I was just duly impressed by your creativity," he said.

"Right, right, you've always championed my efforts at self-expression." She turned to jump to the desk top and walked away shaking her head. "Well, at least now we know why you bought that Playgirl."

"For YOU!" he insisted. He leaned forward so his head hovered over hers. "YOU threatened to tell Mom about my Playboy! I bribed you with your own smut!" "Oh, yeah," she said. "I guess that's true." She smiled up at her Master. "So, anyway, are you hoping to touch big or tiny little boobs if Lily comes over?"

In reply, he silently grabbed her body, pinning her arms to her sides. She twisted as he lifted her up and looked her over, her naked body visible in his hand from the waist up. He extended one finger on his free hand and pushed it towards her.

She watched it coming at her, closer and closer. Then… He stroked her hair. "What," he said, "and give you another opportunity to say 'Men,' as a swear word?"

"Good point," she said, twisting ineffectually in his grip. "I guess I'm stuck using 'master' as profanity, Master."

"Like always," he said. He placed her down in front of her cage but didn't touch the door. "I was just thinking you might like someone to talk to who wasn't out to rape you. Or someone who didn't tell you her selling price every ten minutes."

"We could talk," she agreed.

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Lily and Raymond started sitting together during study hall. Annie and Ann sat between them, talking much more than the humans did.

Kevin Pastle sauntered by, congratulating Raymond on having a date. "And where will you take her? The Library! Big spender! You're really gonna get lucky tonight." His gang of like-minded bullies stood back a little bit, laughing at their leader's wit.

Raymond ignored Kevin's taunts. Kevin stepped closer to the table and waved a hand towards Annie. "Hey, I'll give you $20 to rent your sylph for an hour, you can take Lolly to McDonald's!"

"Not interested," Raymond said. "And stay away from the sylphs."

"Aw, man, I'll wipe her off when I'm done," Kevin promised. "Just like you do. Then you can get you girlfriend a happy meal."

"Hey," Raymond said, "I'm spending time with four beautiful women. I don't care where it is."

Lily smiled shyly. Ann looked confused. Annie leaned closer to her new friend. "Be ready to run," she whispered.

"Four?" Kevin asked. "There's just three…?"

"Oh, well, your Mom had to get back to the strip club for the lunch rush and-"

Kevin's punch came out of nowhere. There was no warning, but Raymond had been pretty sure what the reply was going to be when he spoke. He lifted the encyclopedia volume from the table in front of him, dashing pencils and worksheets across the table. He held the book edge-on to the approaching fist.

Kevin cracked his knuckles on the hardback and howled in pain. Annie grabbed Ann by the hand and ran towards Raymond's side of the table, away from Kevin. They jumped down into an empty chair.

Lily screamed and covered her head.

Kevin swung his other fist, Raymond batted it aside with the flat of his book. Kevin's sidekicks were just starting to laugh about the 'your mom' remark.

Raymond started to climb up onto the top of the table.

When Principal Neidermeyer arrived, Raymond was sitting on Kevin's chest, beating his face with the volume Size through Szechuan (the volume with the sylph entry). The sidekicks were working up the nerve to get involved.

Lily was under the table, holding both sylphs and staring, wide-eyed, at the screaming figure.

"His temper's going to get him put in jail some day," Annie said. "With my luck, in some third world country."

"You mean, Macon?" Ann asked. "Or Gainesville?"

"Whichever one doesn't have an extradition treaty with Jacksonville," Annie replied.

Both fighters got detention. That was not a big surprise for Raymond, but Lily had a problem. It was a school half-day so busses were running almost immediately after the fight.

And on half-days, Principal Neidermeyer still didn't start detention until after normal school hours. So the miscreants had another three hours to cool their heels before their punishment officially started.

"I can't miss my bus," Lily said.

"So, take me home," Annie told her. "Give me back to Raymond tomorrow in class."

"Will that be okay?"

"If not, I have his phone number," Annie assured her. "We'll call when he gets home and set up a repatriation." Lily looked blank.

"We'll arrange a meet to take her back," Ann translated. Lily nodded and went to get her book bag.

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It was evidently a rule on Lily's bus that the diver inventoried sylph's tits when they boarded. Annie would have pitched a fit, except Ann suffered through the display of her charms with aplomb. She didn't want to look spoiled in comparison.

And, really, Raymond kept her nude so there was no real leg to stand on, here.

Lily sat in the far back of the bus, though, where Raymond sat as far front as possible. He always wanted people to see him talking to his sylph. Lily closed the windows of her carrier and held the pets on her lap.

"Are we hiding?" Annie whispered.

"After school's out," Ann whispered back, "Lily's a little shy on the subject of sylphs." Annie raised her eyebrows in question.

"Sex toy?" Ann reminded her.

"Oh. OH!" She nodded in understanding. Then she started to twist in discomfort. "Yeah," Ann said. "Didn't think that through, did you?" "I'm, uh, I'm someone else's property," Annie pointed out.

"We'll see," Ann said.

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The windows were opened when Lily got off the bus. There were two fast-food places between the stop and home: a Taco Bandido and a Chinee Takee Outee.

"Which one appeals for lunch?" Lily asked the sylphs.

"Let the guest decide," Ann said with a 'go ahead' gesture.

"Well, if it was up to me, I would do ANYTHING but reward the Chinee place for their sign."

"Tacos it is," Lily said. She started walking to the front door of the place. "Um… Raymond isn't going to be angry that I fed you Mexican, is he?"

"Raymond's only going to be happy that you fed me," Annie said.

"Well, I know some owners keep their pets on a strict diet."

"Yeah, idiots," Annie said. Then she clapped a hand to her mouth. "Unless I just insulted my hostess?" She looked at Ann. "Hostesses?"

Ann laughed. "No, no such restrictions here." She dropped her voice. "It's not like even my stinkiest fart can make a giant uncomfortable."

"You do it in their sleep," Annie said just as quietly. "Stand on their pillow and give them dreams of sewer monsters and backed-up toilets and-"

Ann sighed. "That would require a bit more freedom than I'm afforded at night."

"Pity," Annie said. "Well, maybe some day in the future. OOH! But you know what you CAN do, maybe?" She nodded upwards. "If the giant cooperates?"

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Lily spent her afternoons making dresses for Ann and having her model them. The pants and skirts fit Annie well enough, but all the tops made her look like a circus hobo.

"Oh, maybe the raincoat?" Ann suggested.

"No, no, no!" Annie protested, wrapping the wrap-around top around again. "Covering is great. But…"

"But why do I make her go naked to school?" Lily asked. Annie nodded. "I dunno, everyone else makes THEIR sylph go naked. I wanted to fit in."

"Lily, you have an exotic pet. You already don't fit in."

"That's what I told her!" Ann said. "She could be a trend setter!"

"Yes!" Annie agreed. "And when they see the clothes…" She rubbed one sleeve with her free hand, the other busy clenching her shirt closed. "The other owners will probably ask you to make some for them."

"You think?" Lily asked.

"I've been telling you that," Ann said.

"Would… Do you think Raymond would want something?"

"No," Annie had to admit. "Raymond likes the sense of control he gets from my nudity. But Helen is so desperate to be seen as the superior sylph owner, she'd put her little Scrunchy in formal wear just to make me look tawdry."

"Would THAT make Raymond dress you?" Ann asked.

"Raymond takes Helen's disgust as a sign he's doing things right," Annie laughed. "Has done, ever since…" She paused. "Well, I don't want to admit to being an accessory to violence…"

"Not until the statute of limitations runs out," Ann nodded.

"Great minds think alike," Annie said.

"And minds like ours just run in the same gutter," Ann said.

Lily giggled at the way the two pets were getting along. "Maybe Daddy'll buy me another sylph!"

"He's kinda in hock for me," Ann said.

"But you're worth it," Annie assured her.

"Yes, well, but would two of me be as worth it?" Both sylphs glanced down at her cleavage. "Four of me?" she amended.

The fashion show ended when Lily's mom came home. After a full working day at Baptist hospital's ER, she wasn't terribly interested in dealing with a sylph.

Mrs. Slaughter walked in, assembled a meal for three people and automatically left one serving in the toaster oven to keep warm.

"Daddy works long hours," Lily told Annie as she portioned out macaroni and cheese surprise for each sylph. The surprise was little shards of bacon floating in the cheese sauce.

"I could get to like this," Annie said. "I'll have to tell- OH! I have to call Lurch!"

"Annie!" Ann snapped. "Respect your owner!"

"Sorry, ma'am, you're right, of course," Annie said. "I must call upon my Master Lurch." Lily giggled some more. They called the Foster residence while Lily's mom was taking a long shower.

"Yeah, I guess a sleepover's okay," Raymond said. He was clearly uncomfortable with the idea but unable to express it in a non-whiny manner. So Annie bragged on the clothes she'd been trying on and the taco she'd sampled and the mac-'n-cheese surprise (though the mystery was not yet revealed).

Her master talked about cleaning up the trash under the football field bleachers. "But it was worth it," he said smugly. "Kevin knocked his head on the planks six times." The sylphs cheered. Lily blushed.

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After the call was finished, Annie described a few more of Raymond's adventures in detention, absolutely none of which were her fault in any way, naturally.

"Naturally," Lily and Ann chorused.

They tried to watch The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries, but that night's episode was Nancy Drew, not Sean Cassidy and…The Other One. No one objected when Lily switched over to Project U.F.O.

Annie could almost hear Raymond calling this show the anti-Scooby Doo, what with the rational explanations being shot down in the end-of-the-show reveal.

Finally, it was bedtime. Mrs. Slaughter made sure both sylphs were caged in the den and chivvied Lily off to bed.

The house quieted and the two sylphs sat in the dark. "So, what happens, now?" Annie asked.

"Dad comes home. And… And I do what he tells me to." Ann shivered.

"Do I…?" Annie couldn't finish the question. Ann shrugged.

"Don't know, never had company before."

They sat in silence after that. Annie fiddled nervously with the magnets on the top of the carrier from time to time. Ann just watched.

After a long time, the front door opened. A large figure strolled into the den. "Time for inspection," Mr. Slaughter rumbled. He turned on a desk lamp on the table with the carrier on it, then sat down in the chair.

"Have you been a good… Oh!" he explained when he saw Annie. "Who is this?"

"I'm the property of a student who goes to school with your daughter, sir," Annie said. She hugged her borrowed shirt closer.

"Well, well, welly, well," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Okay. Same rules apply."

"Sir," Ann protested, "she doesn't belong to you. She shouldn't have-"

"I'm not going to do her any harm," the man promised. "But a regular inspect is important. You two are quite valuable so any scratches or bumps or bruises need to be treated right away."

He gestured, beckoning. Ann's shoulders slumped and she stripped off her clothes. Annie watched the human stare at the little strip show. She almost barfed when he licked his lips.

Raymond had always appreciated Annie. She hadn't always appreciated being the object of his interest, but at least she felt like a person under her master's gaze.

This felt wrong on so many levels.

Then he turned to her. "All sylphs get inspected," he said. "One way or another." She stripped, hoping that would prevent him from actually touching her.

He had them pose and turn, displaying tits and ass for his 'inspection.' Annie had to jump up and down a couple of times, but he seemed disappointed. Ann jumped in place for a long time as he watched the boobies bounce. Annie moved to the back of the carrier and turned away.

Finally he slid the cage to the very edge of the table and stood. He unlocked the door and shoved his dick inside in one swift motion. There was no chance to escape.

Not that Annie wanted to. She mumbled something about spiders and parlors. And ravens and cemeteries…

Ann looked at her apprehensively, then started to massage the man's penis. Annie moved closer, carefully.

The whole cage shook when he tapped on the roof. "Everyone," he said. "I can only feel two hands." He couldn’t see them through the carrier's roof and he'd have to pull out to look in the sides.

Annie stroked the tip tentatively, as if she was scared. She was happy to see that he liked her being scared of his great, big, manly manhood.

Ann moved along the sides, careful to drag her breasts along the skin. He hissed in pleasure.

Annie reached up to the ceiling, pulled down the packet of Hot Sauce that had been held up by the magnets. She'd already started to rip a hole in the tip.

She aligned that to the hole in HIS tip, then squeezed.

His screams were all she could have hoped for. He pulled out and took a step backwards… "What did… Did you BITE me, you little shit?"

"Hot sauce!" she screamed back.

"What the-?" He took another step back, then fell to the floor. The sylphs stood at the open door of the carrier, looking down at him.

Mrs. Slaughter showed up almost instantly, keyed by the sounds of agony. "What happened?" she asked.

"They bit me!" he complained.

"Better wash out the wound," Annie shouted. "Hot sauce can cause nerve damage."

"Hot sauce?" the mother asked. "Did they bite you or what?" Then she saw what her husband was holding as he moaned. "And exactly how did they manage to hurt you…there?"

She helped him stand and limp to the bathroom for first aid.

Lily came into the room as they went out. "What happened?" "Your sylph bit me!" her dad whined.

"Or something…" her mother said darkly.

The teen knelt by the table to look at the two pets. "You said a 'prank,' not that you'd hurt my dad!" she hissed. She reached in to snatch up the half-empty packet.

"Maybe," Ann said, "you should consider exactly what had to have happened here."

"What did…" Then she noted how the carrier sat on the very edge of the table. How the sylphs were naked. And how Dad had been limping.

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The morning after a punishment detail started two hours before school did. Principal Neidermeyer felt that the more inconvenient it was for the parents, the less likely a repeat.

Dad dropped Raymond off for the morning sweeping of the parking lot and drove off. Ray was half-way through his assigned section when Lily showed up.

Mrs. Slaughter parked at the edge of the lot and Lily ran Annie over.

"What did… I wasn't expecting to see you until study hall!" he protested. It didn't stop him from grabbing his sylph and stuffing her protectively into his jacket pocket. She shivered contentedly from his body heat.

"I'm not coming to school today," Lily explained. "Mom and I are going to go stay with Grandma for a while."

"Oh," he said stupidly.

"Yeah," she said sadly. "Annie's a great guest. Ann and I are going to miss her." Then she was gone, before Raymond could say, 'I'll miss you, too.'

"SWEEPING!" said the voice through the bullhorn. Raymond returned to his punishment.

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