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Fifty Years of Pratchett
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This is a work of love, a fan fiction. Many of these characters are the creation of Sir Terry Pratchett, as is the multiverse in which they live. If you would like to find out which of these characters is or is not a creation of Terry, please contact this author. This tale was not written to steal the fame that Sir Terry rightfully earned, but to enjoy one more romp in the shadow of Cori Celesti and remind the world of what we lost on March 12, 2015.
"One day I'll be dead and THEN you'll all be sorry."
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Terry Pratchett, 28 Nov 1992 on alt.fan.pratchett
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ENCHANTRESS 7
The Royal Family
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With parenthetical annotations
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Hollie Worblehat-Stein always wanted to be a witch, but she didn't realize how lonely it was. Ever since they visited Agness Dempsy's cottage and got her first black cat, Trei, she knew that being a witch was for her, but it's such a solitary job. Sure Carl, Alphie, and Bertie were always around working on the duke's farm which was all around her, and a different witch stayed with her every night. And another witch came by almost daily for training on one thing or another... so it wasn't a lack of people that made this a lonely job, it was a lack of the
right
people.
Her family was gone... Mom and Dad and her four younger siblings were living in the castle over in Lancre Town, it's only two miles away as the crow flies, but she's not a crow. There's a ridge of rock called Breeders Peak to climb over to get there typically. Her older brother Marlon was living in the Watch House in Creel Springs until the Duke's house was built, and she was left behind in the cottage that she grew up in, a witch's cottage, and she always felt alone. She only had her cat Trei and her baby gargoyle Gula to talk to. {
all gargoyles are named Gula
} She toiled in her herb garden with her garden gnomes guiding her as she tilled the soil and plucked weeds. "This one be ready for pickin' lassie," said Mac McTill, her tiny head gardener as he pointed out an herb nearby. "She's best fresh, but she'll dry properly if you hang her stem up." Mr. McTill was four inches tall, which made him short, even for a garden gnome.
"Thanks Mister McTill," and Hollie plucked the herb called Husbands Button and was studying it, memorizing its tell-tale signs of ripeness when a small Lancre Watch carriage rode up.
"Miss Worblehat-Stein, I was sent by the king to collect you."
"Constable Markus Ivers I wouldn't go with you if you were driving the grandest coach in Lancre." Suddenly Hollie didn't feel lonely anymore, but she wasn't going to tell him that.
"Why are you treating me like that? I'm just here to give you a ride."
"I can ride my broom, thank you." She kept her back to him. She hasn't actually learned how to get her broom to fly yet, but she can hover quite well, and if there's a stiff breeze to blow her around it's almost like flying.
Mark sat in the carriage fuming, then he took the king's advice. He got out of the carriage and limped to her on a crutch. The beating he took during the Battle of Creel Springs will take a long time to heal, his right knee was still in a splint, it may never flex properly again, his left arm was in a plaster cast from shoulder to hand, his right eye covered in an eye patch. He scooped her to him with his cast and held her tight, her tight round ass pressed against him making his pain even worse. "Why are you being so obstinate?"
"Why are you avoiding me?" she demanded.
"Because you deserve a proper man!" he nearly shouted, "not just a collection of bits that may never join back together suitable."
"You took that beating to protect me," she whispered. During the Battle of Creel Springs, he delayed the attackers long enough for her to get her brothers, sisters, and grandmothers into their bookstore lock the door and get away through L-Space leaving him behind to face a mob of mercenaries bent on destroying the village and killing everyone in it. She turned around and looked at Mark, he was a good-looking man, even with the bandages, cast, one black eye and one covered by a patch. And knowing that he took that beating to protect her was the sexiest thing of all. "I told you, when your healing is done, my mom can put everything back to right. She won't interfere with the healing process."
"I don't know if she can fix my... my..." he sighed in exasperation. Mark took some savage kicks to the testicles and it's only recently that he's been able to walk.
"Who says she can't? I'll ask her."
"No... it's embarrassing." He didn't want to bring that up to the queen, not in the least.
"She's got six kids, you got nothing new to shock her."
Mark's eye bugged open in surprise. "She... I... wha?"
"Come on," she said, and she took off her white apron that she was wearing over her black witches' gown and made sure her pointy witches' hat was pinned tightly. "If we're late I'll tell my brother it was your fault and he'll beat up your remaining bits." She tossed her broom and apron in the back of the Highway Watch carriage and hopped in and waited for Mark to climb in. As soon as he was almost in, she slapped the reins on the horse and off they raced.
"This is police property!" cried Mark as he pulled himself onto the seat.
"Yeah, and you're police... no problem." She flicked the reigns harder getting their pony to run. The carriage with the cop and the witch raced down the hill going faster and faster as they careened down the mountain road. Trees flew past in a blur, a riot of autumn colors as they neared the village. At the base of the hill they shot into Creel Springs without slowing and dashed diagonally across Main Street and into the Watch House complex. They dashed through the lot with Hollie yelling, "Witch Princess coming! Step lively lads!" but suddenly the route she was going to take was blocked by six mounted police men.
"Yust because your father is the king doesn't give you permission to yoose police equipment as sporting goods," said Captain Sven Svenson as he stepped up to the carriage.
"Yes it does."
"No, it doesn't. Now follow your escort." The horses wheeled and entered the tunnel.
"Awww, you guys are too slow," groaned Hollie. And soon they were in the long mysterious ancient tunnel under Breeders Peak between the village of Creel Springs and Lancre Town, following the six horses whose riders were carrying lanterns. The pony fell in step with the large police horses that were leading her, and Hollie huffed with impatience, she loved dashing through this tunnel. She tied off the reins to a bar on the front of the carriage and leaned back with her arms crossed under her breasts. The pony followed the lead of the horses and didn't need input from the driver. "Let's see which bits are still working," said the young witch as she gently straddled Mark's lap.
There were a few grunts of pain from Mark but soon she got settled and was staring at his handsome face in the gloom of the tunnel. She could see his eye patch in the darkness, the first man she ever loved wears an eyepatch, so she finds the fact that Mark is wearing an eye patch endearing, and also very sexy. She leaned forward pressing her round, firm breasts against his chest and pulled his head to her neck. "Do you smell my perfume?" She made her perfume from flower nectar and musk she collected from her own body. Mark whimpered as parts that he thought were irrevocably damaged were starting to show signs of life.
"I like it," said Mark softly.
"Your nose still works," said Hollie and she leaned forward, and her lips gently brushed against his, "do your lips work?" Soon they were kissing. Their tongues reached out for each other, and Mark held her with his good arm. "Your lips and tongue work, I can live with that."
As they kissed again Mark realized that this was the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he coiled his fingers in her thick black hair. He thrust his tongue in her mouth with all the force that he wanted to thrust his cock into her, and she whimpered with passion, and she sucked his tongue and she ran her tongue around it.
"Markus Ivers where did that come from?" she gasped between kisses.
"I love you Hollie Worblehat-Stein, and if I live two more years, I'm going to marry you.
Hollie smiled slightly and said, "I think I'll let you," and their kissing grew hotter and more passionate, but as they approached the other end of the tunnel they reluctantly stopped kissing. As they rubbed noses and whispered to each other a movement to her left caught Hollie's eyes, to her left was a horse and on it was... "Lou!"
Her thirteen-year-old brother sat atop a mare as it paced alongside them, his face broke into a grin. Wherever Lou is, his twin sister Loo-Loo isn't far away. Hollie looked in the other direction and there was a horse pacing them on their other side, but it wasn't Loo-Loo pacing them. "DAD!"
"Your Majesty!" gasped Mark. He was caught with the king's sixteen-year-old daughter in his lap. Maybe he can request a beheading. It's supposed to be quick and painless.
Nick only grinned and laughed. He leaned forward on the saddle and said, "Bloody long tunnel, isn't it."
