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Writers: Paula
Date Posted: 25th July 2010

Characters: Varija, Calla
Description: Varija finds herself a toyboy.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 4 of Turn 5
Notes: Notes 2: Slight pg-warning

Calla was working, unloading a tithe wagon. It was hard work, carrying
heavy sacks full of grains and other food stuffs and he had removed his
shirt, wearing nothing but a pants that been cut off from knee.

Varija had stopped to watch the young man. He had very handsome body, the
greenrider noted. Turns working as a drudge had made it hard and muscular.
Varija nearly hummed with pleasure when she watched those muscles ripple
under the tanned, sweat covered skin. Attiath was close to Mating, she
knew it, and it made her more horny as usual. And this young man was
really turning her on.

She picked up a waterskin from the ground and approached.
"Why don't you take a little break, handsome? You look like you need
this," she handed him the water.

"Th-th-th-" Calla tried to stutter a thank you. He took the water skin and
long swallow from it.

"What's your name, young man?" Varija asked, eyeing him hungrily.

"Ca-ca-calla," the drudge managed to say.

"Well met, Calla, I'm Varija," the greenrider said.

Calla just nodded.

Her eyebrows' rose up. "You not much of a talker, are you?"

He shook his black-haired head, with it's white spot shining in sunshine.

"That's all right, I'm not looking for conversation anyway," Varija's
voice purred and she ran her fingers across his chest. He was obviously
dimglow, but then, he's mind didn't interest her a bit.

Calla just stared her with confused look on his face. She was pretty in
his eyes, and almost twice his age. However, his body understood what was
going on. His mind was damaged and confused, but there was nothing wrong
in his body. It reacted like any healthy young man's in the situation.
That reaction didn't escape Varija's notice.

"I see a part of you at least knows," her smirk was knowing and her hand
slid downwards.

Calla wasn't exactly inexperience, having lived in Weyr whole of his life.
It was place where even a slow witted drudge could get a partners,
especially since he was rather good looking. His most primitive instincts
kicked in, driving out the little reason he had. And she really had big
boobs. He dropped the waterskin and lifted his hands to squeeze them.

"That's a good boy," Varija said and stroked his cheek. "Come along, pet,"
she took his hand and started to walk away. Just for a second, Calla
hesitated. He had work to do, would the lady boss be mad if he left? But
she was dragonrider and outranked him. Not to mention his physical need
was getting too strong to his clouded mind to resist.

**Attiath, dear, I need a ride to my Weyr. I found my self a pet boy,"
Varija's smile was wicked. He was too stupid to run away from her.

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