AN: Dreams do come true. Anyway, some of you will probably not like this chapter. Others will see it as a long time coming. A few might think people are out of character (They aren't, but you'd have to rifle through older chapters to realize why as the most recent chapters don't really show certain personality aspects.)

Anyway, at the end of the chapter there is a certain short scene placed behind spoiler tags. If you click on that tag, a short but highly adult scene will appear. I did not want to spoil things, but there are people who will read a gore-ridden fight scene and cackle with glee, but will see two or more consenting adults being naughty and act like you attempted to rape their eyes or something.

So, if you like adult situations click that spoiler tag. If not, ignore it.

Chapter 35.3: Filthy Liar

Soft whispers passed back and forth on the roof top as Ashton and Sonja discussed the current situation. Scott had woken them up and told them that they were going to have a family meeting. Neither he nor Shara were there yet, but they would arrive soon.

"What do you think is going on?" asked Ashton.

Sonja shook her head. "I don't know. I haven't spent that much time with him in the last day or two."

The girls continued to chat back and forth for a moment before both Scott and Shara arrived. Shara looked like she had been crying recently, and Scott's normally impassive face held a strange mixture of emotions. Shara trudged over toward the girls then seemed to think better of it and sat down in front of an air conditioning unit.

"Scott, what's going on?" asked Ashton.

He turned and gave her a look that caused her jaw to drop a little. His eyes had begun to glow with a baleful red light. His angry gaze left her a moment later and he swept it over the other girls on the rooftop.

"What the hell do you three want from me?" he asked finally. Sure, he was being blunt and more than a bit dickish, but he was tired of all the aggressive pussyfooting that had been going on.

"What do you mean?" asked Ashton.

"You don't get to ask that like you're confused. Not after the shit you pulled a few hours ago." said Scott in a slightly heated tone.

Ashton's face blanched white and she leaned away from him. Was that what this was about? She had thought that she was helping him!

"You girls keep pushing and keep fucking pushing. You know I'm not comfortable with any of this, but you just... Keep. Fucking. Pushing." said Scott in a tone that was flat despite his emphasis.

"So, tell me what the hell you want from me?"

Sonja and Ashton stared at him like he had grown a second head. Shara only looked down at the rooftop and bit her lower lip.

"Why are you so angry?" asked Sonja after a moment.

Scott glanced at her then frowned. "I'm not even sure, OK? I'm just tired of being pushed and pulled around by your girls."

"I'm sorry..." said Shara in a heartbreaking whisper.

Scott glanced over at her for a moment and some of the heat died within him, just for a moment. "Look. I'm not mad at you girls. I'm just tired of the situation. You all keep acting like you're in love with me or something when we barely even fucking know each other."

That caused Ashton to flinch again and even Sonja looked away. Shara merely whispered about how sorry she was again.

Scott looked around at them then stood up straight and grew incredibly still. He gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and off. He then reached for the buckle to his belt. He stared straight ahead as he unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his pants.

He stripped nearly naked on the rooftop and stopped only when he wore nothing but a pair of socks and his angry expression. "Is this what you want? Is getting me fucking naked really that important to you?"

Scott pointed at Ashton. "You damn near raped me on the rooftop a little while ago to prove a point about me not getting it. Well, I fucking get it. You just never convinced me why you fucking wanted it in the first place."

Before she could answer he whipped his hand over to Sonja. "I was nice to you. I care a lot about you. We still barely know each other, and I kept repeatedly telling you that I wasn't comfortable doing more till we could get you back to your people."

Sonja nodded then lowered her eyes. She had to admit that she had pushed things a little despite what he had claimed. It was the way of her people to go after a man they liked, but most of them did not have deep childhood traumas.

He pointed at Shara and she squirmed a little. "Shara. Come here."

She shook her head a little, but she also stood up then walked over to him. Her eyes widened in surprise when he placed a hand on her shoulder and he squeezed it gently.

Scott softly said. "Look. I don't know what the hell to think about you right now, but I do believe that you at least truly care about my sister. OK?"

She blinked twice then looked at him in further surprise. "Scott... I'm sorr—"

He sighed loudly then pulled her to him in a tight hug. "Just stop talking. Every time you fucking say you're sorry, I want to punch someone in the damned face." Shara closed her eyes tight then wrapped her arms around him and started to cry again.

"I want you to tell them Shara. Tell them what you told me." said Scott.

"I... Yes, if that's what you want." she said nervously.

Shara turned toward the girls then sighed softly. "Well..." She spent quite some time revealing the truth of her existence, what little she could legally reveal about what had happened to the world, and how she had come to be there in the first place.

After she finished everyone was quiet for a moment. Even Scott seemed to have calmed down a little.

"That's... Is that really true?" asked Sonja. She had basically just discovered that her entire existence had been pre-designed. It was one thing to know that the gods created the world. It was another to know that the world was created solely for the benefit of other people not related to those who existed their naturally.

"Yeah..." said Shara.

"So, you're one of them?" asked Ashton. This was probably the strangest conversation she had ever had, and that included the time she had shoved her nose into Scott's butt crack to take a sniff of his masculine aroma.

Shara nodded. "I don't design anything, and my family thinks the entire process being used is complete garbage. The entire thing was an accident."

"Accident? The world collapsed and it's an accident?" asked Ashton as she stood up quickly.

"I know it sounds trite and pathetic, but yes. The one's who took over screwed your world up because they are essentially idiots."

"Why didn't you tell us this before?" asked Sonja.

Shara sighed. "I physically couldn't." She made a miming gesture like she was attempting to speak. "I was incapable of speaking or telling you these things in any way."

She continued after taking a breath. "It was not until Scott had completed all the steps necessary to create a faction that I would be allowed dispensation, but recently my father has become more proactive. I received a message this morning citing his order that they rescind that restriction if it is for Scott and you girls, or the family, he called it."

Scott asked, "You never did tell me why he did that. You said that he doesn't get involved normally."

Shara shook her head. "I don't know, really. He seemed a little depressed about something and claimed this was all that he could do."

Sonja looked at the goddess ninja, or whatever Shara was supposed to be. "I don't have a position on this world, so I'll ask about your reasons for wanting to be with Scott. He might be mad at me for some reason right now, but I don't want to see him hurt."

Shara winced, but Scott spoke up first. "I'm not mad at you Sonja. Out of everyone here, you are the one who should know that most of all."

Sonja's lip quirked up into the semblance of a smile, but she said nothing. Instead she returned her gaze to Shara. She wanted answers.

"It's hard to explain. I just love Scott. I don't care if he's fat, or bald, or if he is a Scott who actually hates women. I once saw a Scott who had been incarnated as an anthropomorphic goat man. Even Goat Scott was someone who I would have liked to have spent time with."

Scott made a coughing noise and Shara glanced back at him for a moment. "Uh, yeah. Sorry."

"So, you don't really love him specifically?" asked Sonja.

Shara sighed. "No one understands. They are all the exact same being. They only appear different because of the lie that the mortal mind ascribes to in regards to how time and space operate."

Scott frowned at her for a moment then blinked. Something, a memory of a thing he had read one time during his long stay in juvenile hall, surfaced. "Is it like how one man can be known by dozens of names and different personalities when you ask people about him?"

Shara looked at him for a moment, a curious expression on her face. "Maybe? Can you explain it more?"

Scott nodded. "Well, it's something I heard a while back. A man can be known as father, son, brother, uncle, and a host of other names. Someone might call him boss, and he'll be a certain way at work. Someone might call him Big Steve, if his name is Steve and he's big."

"Sort of. That's not quite it, but it's close enough. In the end, it's all the same person, but pretend each of those name versions had a distinct life that was led separate from the others. They are all ultimately the same person, but they might live different lives." said Shara.

"Rather, maybe there is a better analogy?" Shara bit her lower lip a thought for a moment. Her eyes widened a little. "Maybe..."

"Maybe?" asked Scott.

Shara raised her hand. "Think of it like this. A human soul can be seen as an incredibly intense flame. Its light reaches out in all directions. Imagine then what would happen if that light impacted with mirrors in space. It would reflect, right?"

"Right..." said Scott. That much he could understand.

"Well, each mirror is at a different location and angle in relation to the light. So, it reflects differently. The truth is that each reflection is a distortion of the light, the original soul."

Scott nodded. "So, what you're really trying to tell me is that you have developed some fascination for whatever source is causing me to exist?"

"I wouldn't put it that way. I mean, I can't cuddle with a true human soul. I would be destroyed if I came anywhere close to its corona, much less close enough to try and hug it."

"I get it!" exclaimed Ashton.

"You do?" asked Shara hopefully.

"Yes, I think so. It's like girls who only like to date blond guys or only like older men. You have a specific type of guy you're interested in, and you're trying to find someone that matches!"

"That... it's close enough!" exclaimed Shara excitedly. No one had ever explained it so simply. It was not one hundred percent correct, but it was good enough.

"So, any old Scott would do?" asked the local Scott.

"If I'm not currently dating one." said Shara with a smile. "You do realize that the only real competition that you have is currently engaged to my sister and she doesn't like to share." After she said it her eyes narrowed a little then she muttered, "Even though she totally is sharing."

Scott looked at Shara for a moment. Part of him wanted to rebuke her, to tell her that she was a liar who had deceived him his entire life. A more sensible part of him realized that she had done nothing but try to help him.

He had to make a choice. He could accept what she said and accept her, or he can crawl back into his little hole of self-doubt and wall of assholishness that he used to keep others at bay. Scott knew that the longer that he drew things out, the more likely he was to make the wrong choice. So, he forced himself to choose now while he was raw. Scott sighed loudly then glanced down at his man-junk. "Is he bigger than me?"

Shara blinked at him. A brief second later her hand flew to her mouth and she tried her best not to laugh. That was such a horrible joke and it had come so suddenly! "I-I'd say you're about the same."

"Good for him. I'd hate to know that my other me wasn't as blessed." said Scott with greater levity in his tone that he actually felt. This was just the weirdest day, but fuck it. There was shit to do and he did not want to spend months on end pontificating about the situation.

They all had a strange, but good laugh after that. Most of the anger left the situation then. Scott plopped his naked ass onto an air conditioning vent. "So, what now? Who wants to do what?"

"Uh." said Ashton. She was surprisingly shy in the face of his penis considering what she had done earlier.

Shara turned bright red and bit her lower lip. She was not sure what should happen next, but she did not mind the view.

Sonja smiled. "Are you really ready to do what I would want to do?"

"Hell no. You know why, too." said Scott before he offered a slightly thin smile. His eyebrows pressed together and he took a deep breath. "Want to do it anyway?"

Sonja walked over to him, gazed into his eyes for a moment, then leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "Yes. I do."

She looked into Scott's eyes then to the other girls. "Do you want to join us?"

Ashton shook her head. "I'm not there yet, but... later alone...?"

Sonja nodded at her. "I understand. You should watch for now." She looked to Shara.

Shara blushed hotly. "I've never... I'm not sure what to do. I've thought about it a lot but..."

Sonja gestured for her to come over. Scott smiled at Shara and she smiled nervously back at him.

The valkyrie glanced at the human incarnation of the goddess of darkness and smiled. It was both disturbing and sweet to know that even a goddess could be nervous about such things. "I'll teach you."

"Thank you, that would be so helpful!" exclaimed Shara before she gave Sonja a warm hug.

"Master, you once told me that every time I touched you, you would see your sister when you looked at me." said Sonja.

"Yeah, it's hard to be interested in getting close to someone when I see what happened in my head all the time." replied Scott.

"Close your eyes. Don't open them again. Today just accept what happens. Is that fine with you?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind that might actually help." he said. "I know it's not exactly romantic or whatever."

Sonja stroked his head softly. "We'll worry about the romance. You just accept what's happening."

Scott closed his eyes and nodded. "Alright."

After his acceptance began a series of awkward lessons that were neither sexy, nor romantic. However, no one complained much.

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Sonja looked to Shara. "This time we'll just go through the most basic thing a woman can do to coax a man into being ready. Alright?"

Shara nodded mutely while she stared down at Scott's naked body. It was so naked, so very naked.

The valkyrie took Shara's hand and gently placed it on Scott's chest. "Take your hand and gently trace a path downward, like this." She lightly pulled Shara's hand down to Scott's manhood.

Scott gasped a little and acquired a distinctly uncomfortable expression. It was quite the opposite of what a normal man might do. However, he slowly calmed himself and soon Sonja was able to continue her lesson.

"The most important thing to remember is pressure. You need to keep a grip that is firm and gentle while you coax the bunny to stand at attention." Sonja lightly gripped Scott's flaccid member and gently pumped her hand up and down.

Shara nodded and took mental notes. She suspected that there might be a test on this later.

Sonja ran her thumb underneath Scott's glans, the head of his member. He shivered softly for several reasons. The valkyrie glanced at his face then back to Shara. "This is his most sensitive area here. If you plant to kiss the serpent, this will be your best point of attack."

"It's a serpent now? I thought it was a bunny." said Shara nervously.

"It is many things, sister. Would you like to kiss it?" asked Sonja gently.

Shara's nostrils flared slightly and she slowly nodded. "I won't... I won't hurt him will I?"

"As long as you do not bite, you won't." said Sonja.

Shara sucked in her lower lip for a moment then leaned down. She brushed her hair back over her ear for some reason then gently kissed the tip of her Scott's penis. Her soft lips and the sudden sensation of her warmth breath against him caused Scott to shiver again.

"No, no. You must suckle upon it slightly when you kiss the serpent. Watch sister." Sonja leaned down and gently kissed the base of Scott's glans then lightly suckled. He squirmed a little and threatened to open his eyes. This was intense!

"You must do it slowly, like a rolling wave. Use your tongue a little to keep the motion fluid." Sonja kissed the head of Scott's manhood once more. This time she opened her mouth wider and drew her lips closed during the suckling motion. Her tongue briefly teased him throughout the movement.

Scott's hands curled into fists. "Oh... Holy shit."

"So, like this?" asked Shara softly while ignoring his outburst. She did her best to mimic Sonja's motion but she did not have as much skill. Scott, however, did not seem to mind.

"Better, you should practice for a while." said Sonja. She watched as Shara continued to kiss and caress Scott's manhood. She gave a few pointers here and there to help increase the pony-tailed girl's knowledge.

Eventually they began to kiss his length at the same time. They swirled their tongues in gentle circles as they rose from the base of his member to the tip. Once they reached the head they both kissed and sucked at it from opposite sides.

"When two women do this for a man, it is important for them to kiss immediately after they finish." said Sonja.

"OK..." said Shara sweetly. She leaned forward and parted her lips slightly.

Sonja gently pressed her lips to Shara's and they shared an intimate moment. Scott, despite his discomfort and pleasure at the situation could not help himself. He knew that he shouldn't. He had done extremely well to make it this far given the deep trauma within him. However, he could not keep his eyes closed. His eyelids cracked open and for one glorious instant he saw the beautiful sight of two women whom he cared a great deal for kissing passionately directly above his dick.

Unfortunately, there was a good reason why he had needed to keep his eyes closed. Images appeared within his mind, unbidden. He saw horrible things from his childhood and memories poured over him. His rock hard masculine hammer deflated rapidly like an unhappy party balloon.

Sonja glanced at him. "You peeked."

Scott sighed in frustration then slapped his fists down atop the pipework. "Dammit..."

"Should I kiss you and make you better, master?" asked Sonja softly. She moved forward to give him a kiss on the lips. However, his hand rose up to block. "Uh... You can do that but... could you..."

"Could I what?" asked Sonja curiously.

Scott grunted a little then quietly said, "Brush your teeth...?"

Sonja looked at him for a moment then reached over and casually flicked his manly nipple. Scott howled in pain for a brief moment then tearfully asked, "Is that a no?"

She laughed sweetly then kissed him warmly on the lips. His hands flailed a little and he made a disgusted face for a moment, but soon he got over it. Turnabout was fair play, after all.