Forever Indy (The Morticians Daughter Sequel) (DISCONTINUED)

The Steed With Gazelle Legs

CC POV

Warm. Squidgy. Sticky. What is this fuckery? I open my eyes and basically all I could see was nothing. My eyelashes just about holds back the gunk from dripping into my eyes. Is this jizz? I inhale in. Nope. Certainly not jizz. I sit up and the gunk drips down onto my neck and belly. 

"Who put their jizz on my face?" I shout out.

"Make a run for it, Andy!" 

"Andy your jizz smells as sweet as fuck!" 

"You tasted it?!" he shouted back at me, I could hear movement as if he was trying to be silent getting off the bus. 

"I'm going to make you taste it." I listen until he's directly outside my bunk. 

"CC-CC-CC-CC-CC-CC-CC-CC!" I yelp and fling myself out of the bunk and directly onto Andy's back.

"Oh my fuck!" Andy screams, "Are you naked?!"

I don't respond and keep going with my little chant of, "CC-CC-CC-CC-CC-CC!"

"Guys! Is he naked?!" Andy asks frantically, spinning around and whacking my ass off of the bunks. 

"You're good!" 

Luckily for him I had been too lazy last night to strip. 

"Woah woah big boy, where you going?!" I say as he propels forward, kinda like a bull. 

"Not outside! Dear lord not outside!" May I add that I am half naked with a very tight pair of panties. He swings open the door and hoists me up on his back and runs outside. Let me tell you, thismorning it happened to be very chilly. 

"Andy! Have mercy on my nipples!" 

But no. He continued to run around the bus area and proceeds to run out to the actual festival with the fans... lots of people. 

"MY NIPPLES ANDY!" 

He only laughs in response. I smirk and rub my gunk covered face in his bouncy hair. He doesn't respond so of course the logical thing to do is start up me chant. 

"CC-CC-CC-CC-CC-CC-CC-CC-CC-CC!"

"ANDY-ANDY-ANDY-ANDY-ANDY-ANDY-ANDY!" 

And so we majestically run through the festival, our harmonising chants in the crisp morning air, the wind running through our hair and erecting my nipples from the cold. I sound like I'm writing a fucking romance. But nope, this was the way we wake up in the mornings. Until Andy runs smack bang into someone. 

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" that person screams. Andy steps back and I hold my hands up in defense. I squint. 

"Crystal... you're a red head?" Andy said.

"I never really pegged you for that colour, but hey whatever you -" I get cut off. 

"First that faggot Ashley of whatever it's name is and now you two?! My day can not get any better!"

"Jake and Jinxx are back on the bus if you want..." I feel Andy's shoulders shake in silent laughter.

"Wait wait wait, why are you here? You hate festivals... Or rather hated..." 

"I still do, giant. I'm a back up dancer," she flicks her hair out of her face.

I look down at Andy who's eyebrow is raised as is mine, "People still have them?"

"Oh my God yes! It's a profession."

I was about to comment but she looked like the was going to attack and possibly rip off our man hood. And that, my dear friends, would not be pleasant. 

"Stay out of my way," she turned on her heel and did a weird little butt wiggle while walking. Then I notice she's missing a shoe. 

"I think the shoe may or may not be the dent in the side of the bus..." Andy said quietly. 

"CC-CC-CC-CC-CC!" I hold his hair as reigns and tug. And alas, the brave drummer and his nobel steed set off into the sun rise... The steed gracefully tripping over a tent with it's gazelle legs. 

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Not much of a progression chapter, but more of a comical time passer... Well I hope it was comical. Dedication to xRecklessRoox who requested this genius mans POV.

*hugs* and thank you for reading (: