Peggy Sue’s Revival
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Chapter 7: The Platypus
Fantasy Story: Chapter 7: The Platypus - This isn't one of those Do-Over fantasy stories. It's a Do-Forward! Peg and Frank (40s) wake to find they have renewed bodies (20s) in present day LA. They need new living styles, moving north to Portland is the answer. In Oregon, they learn who caused their changes, including their runaway libidos!
Caution: This Fantasy Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Humor Science Fiction Magic Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Menstrual Play Public Sex Size Slow Transformation Illustrated
FRANK
Azzurra and Margherita were busy in the kitchen making dinner, filling the house with wonderful smells. I answered the door at six, greeting my neighbor Jacob and his beautiful new companion, Eva.
Oregon in November rains like crazy. My wife and I were still adjusting—so different from Southern California. On the other hand, we had no fear of wildfires.
“Eva, we’d love to know more about you, but I’m going to hold off until my wife and houseguest are having dinner with us. That way, you need only tell your story once. In the meantime, can I get you something to drink?”
When we all sat down to eat, Eva explained her heritage and background in Uruguay. Politely, she stayed entirely in English even though she described how speaking Italian had “broken the ice” between her and Jacob. Eventually, we got around to her hopes in higher education. She described her degree completed back in Uruguay, which sounded like a “pre-med” bachelor’s.
“You want to go to Oregon Health Sciences University?” I asked Eva.
Eva answered, though she seemed genuinely unsure. “Maybe, I don’t know.”
I explained that I knew some information about the universities in Oregon from my work, and perhaps OHSU might be a good fit for her.
As the conversation continued, Jacob asked for my help (and pickup truck) to move Eva’s belongings into his house next door. I easily agreed to assist them.
Through all of this, Azzurra was watching the four of us with a smug expression. I couldn’t fault her, though. With complete clarity, I saw that Eva and Jacob were enjoying the same kind of romantic unity that Azzurra had bestowed on me and Margherita (back when she was still Peggy Sue).
Back in her complete turquoise mode, Azzurra cleared her throat, and we all turned to listen.
“You’ve all heard that I’ll be moving on shortly. For a long time now, I’ve been finding or creating couples to enjoy each other and live long and happy lives. It’s more or less my mission on Earth, from Florence to Los Angeles and now in Oregon.”
Upset, my wife cried, “I don’t want you to go!”
“My Little Flower, there’s nothing more you need from me and nothing more I should do for you. I need to move on and help others. The world needs more love.”
Recalling that Margherita is Italian for “Daisy,” I put a supportive arm around my wife, but I addressed Azzurra.
“All these years, you’ve been going through individuals and couples, yes?”
“Yesss.” She drew out her answer, not understanding what I was getting at.
“What if you could affect a group of people at once? Could you possibly amplify their urges, as you did with us?”
“I did that once, at a football match in Florence, but it tired me out tremendously after twenty or thirty individuals and I had to stop.”
“Of course, I understand.” I smiled at her, and we resumed eating and then, inspiration struck. Oddly enough, thinking of Azzurra’s skills at sparking love in the middle of a football game gave me an idea. Not the round-ball football—our football, the pointed one.
“Azzurra, you’ve explained how some magic is easy for you, like changing your appearance, and some is more difficult, like traveling over distance.”
“That’s correct,” she agreed.
“Let’s suppose that you were with a group of people,” I continued, “and you went from one to the next, quickly identifying which ones were without love in their lives. You could do this, couldn’t you, Azzurra?”
“Yes, I could. For me, lonely people give off a specific scent.”
“Now, let’s imagine you are with about fifty young people, and fifteen of them have that scent about them. Could you give those fifteen a boost, a jump in their libidos, without changing their bodies or minds? Could you make these improvements without getting exhausted and staying within your magical reserves?”
“Only goosing their sex drives? Yes, I could do that.”
“How about thirty, or even fifty people?” I asked Azzurra.
“I think fifty would be my ceiling for a single day. I’m intrigued. What are you getting at, Frank?”
“We’re going to take you to an American football game. One that used to be called the ‘Civil War’ and pits Oregon’s two major universities against each other to win the Platypus Trophy.”
“Platypus? You’ve got to be kidding!” Jacob exclaimed.
“No, it makes sense. Allow me to explain,” I said. “The University of Oregon team mascot is a duck, and their team is the Oregon Ducks. Oregon State University’s team is the Beavers. The platypus is an animal in Australia with a duck-like snout, webbed feet, and a beaver’s tail, so the trophy works for either team if they win the game.”
Everyone at the table chuckled, and then I continued with the plan.
“The schools are only an hour apart, so both teams will have their supporters there in the stands for that game. I’m considering exposing both of the schools’ bands to you. You’ll go through their ranks and pick out twenty or so lonely and deserving musicians from each band to receive libido enhancements. After the game the musicians bring their new desires back to their campuses, and the love spreads from there.”
Margherita hugged me. “You’re an evil genius, my husband.”
Jacob asked, “The bands? Not the teams?”