Blue Sugar

A quick note: this is intentionally-written crackfic. I challenged myself to take a goofy premise - in this case, a very unlikely pairing - and write a fun story around that. I hope you enjoy it, and don't take it too seriously - I sure didn't.

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Blue Sugar
by Kim McFarland

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It was a calm and quiet night. The sky above Castle Grayskull was black and featureless, the stars and moons blotted out by clouds. The summer air was still and humid. The forest surrounding the castle was silent but for the buzzings of insects.

The library within the castle was a peaceful place. Few of the books were ever read - and no wonder, as the shelves rose all the way to the distant ceiling. Only a small percentage of the books were within the reach of most people.

A small figure floated in the heights near one bookcase. Orko sometimes came here when he was bored or lonely. There were many books about magic here, full of spells different from those he had learned on Trolla. He wouldn't dare try most of them, even when they were described well enough; these days all but the simplest magic went haywire in his hands. Which made it frustrating to read about these spells, but it was better than nothing.

At the moment he was facing the shelf, intent on one book that he had found. He did not notice the soft sound of the Sorceress's wings as she flew up to greet her visitor.

When she touched his shoulder he yelped and darted straight up, dropping the book. Quickly he looked down and saw her, then held a hand out. The book stopped in midair, then rose back into his hands, its pages fluttering. Quickly he closed it and stuffed it back into its place on the shelf, then turned to her. "Sorceress! I didn't hear you."

"I see," she said.

"I was just reading, and I didn't hear ya coming. Sorry," he stammered.

"What were you reading that was so engrossing?" she asked.

"Um, just one of the magic books," he said, clasping his hands behind his back.

She flew forward. Reluctantly he shifted out of the way. To his horror she took the book he had been reading off the shelf. She opened it and thumbed through the first few pages. "Tantric magic?"

Quickly Orko said, "I didn't look for that! I just sort of, um, found it."
Hiding a smile, she told him, "Everyone who can reach this high finds it sooner or later."

"Really? How do you know that?"

She gave the book to him. "Hold it open."

He did, looking up at her rather than at the pages, which displayed an acrobatically complex set of illustrations, and said, "Yeah?"

She glanced at his hands. Then she flew behind him. "Someone the size of a human would hold it like this," she said, reaching around him to touch the cover.
Now he saw: the cover was worn there by many hands. He hadn't noticed it because, having shorter arms, he held it lower down. "Oh, yeah, I get it." He closed the book as quickly as he could without catching her thumbs.

She told him, "I've looked through it too."

He looked up at her. "You have?"

"Does that surprise you?"
"Well... yeah. I mean... You're the Sorceress!"

She said quietly, "I'm also a woman, Orko."

"Sorry," he said, embarrassed.

"I might ask why you were so interested. Those spells were meant to be practiced by human-like people."

"Well... There's magic like this on Trolla. Not many people are good at it 'cause it's hard to concentrate, but every magician's tried it at least once. Y'know. But - this stuff is different," he finished uneasily.

"How so?"

Orko hesitated for a few seconds, then decided there was no point in trying to hide it from her. "Trollans aren't that different from humans except for size. I mean, we have the same stuff in the same places, and do the same things with it. But... some of this looks like it'd hurt."

Now she was surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Well..." He flipped a few pages, then held the book open to her. "Like this."

The diagram showed a woman on her knees, straddling a reclining man. A beginner's position, one more for warming up a pair of casting partners than working actual magic. The drawing was detailed at the point of their connection, he saw, and felt her face become warm. There was nothing painful-looking about this image. Quite the opposite, in fact. "What's wrong with it?"

He looked down at it, then up at her in disbelief. "How can that fit? She'd have to be hollow!"

The Sorceress looked down again. The male was not exaggerated. Idealized, perhaps, but that size looked anything but painful. "That is normal for humans, Orko. It would only hurt if she were a virgin."

"A what?"

She made herself look away from the illustration, which was beginning to make her feel very warm indeed. It had been so long - before Teela was born - and old feelings came rushing back to her. "Someone who had never made love before."

"Oh. There's a word for that? Huh." He shrugged.

On Trolla, virginity was considered unimportant? That had some interesting implications, she thought. He had been here for years; how could he not know? But then, she supposed, it wasn't a subject likely to come up in conversation with him. "Are there any practices in that book that would work for Trollans?"

"Oh, sure. Most of it." He flipped pages, then stopped and said "No problem."

This section was devoted to cunnilingus. How did Trollans, who hid their faces at all times, have oral sex? From the lack of embarrassment in his voice now, they did, but she found it hard to imagine. She flipped a few pages, then asked, "And this?"

Now he sounded queasy again. "Well... kind of. I mean, 'course we do that, but if we were made like that she'd choke!"

"Ah. So, Trollans are not built to the same scale as Humans."

He shook his head once, emphatically. "Not like that!"

She looked at the book thoughtfully as she considered. She asked, "Do you find this branch of magic immoral?"

He paused, then answered, "No."

"On Eternia many people consider it immoral to have sex unless you are married to your partner."

He shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't do that with someone I didn't like. But otherwise, why not? As long as it's friendly."

"I thought you were reluctant to show your faces...?"

"No problem." He raised a hand and gestured. Suddenly they were both enveloped in a sphere of utter darkness. Not even Orko's glowing eyes were visible. Then the light returned just as suddenly as it had vanished. "We just turn out the lights," he told her.

"I... see. I suppose I assumed that, because Trollans don't show their faces, you would be more inhibited."

He pointed out, "Eternians walk around with their faces showing, and a whole lot more, but they get funny about doing anything with what they show. I've been here for ten years and I still don't get it."

"Do you want to?"

"Huh?" He looked at her, puzzled, for a moment, then laughed when he understood. "I wish! But I'm the only Trollan on Eternia. Where would I get a date?"

She took the book and turned to a section in the back. "This practice, between people of different races, is called rishathra. Do they have that on Trolla?"

The image startled Orko. It was a human male with a Quadian female. He answered, "There's only one kind of people on Trolla. We don't come in dozens of different races like Eternians do."

"Many practitioners of tantric magic are not human."

He looked at her without speaking for several seconds. Then he said, "Oh..."

His expression was hidden in shadow, but his dawning comprehension was clear in his voice. Then his ears slanted backwards in distaste. She asked, "What are you thinking?

"Pelleezeans? Um... no thanks. Too fuzzy."

She smiled with amusement. Trollans were the same size as Pelleezeans, although there the resemblance ended. He had understood her, then. "Among sorcerers, size differential need not be an obstacle."

"Huh? How?"

"Would you like me to show you?"

He blinked, unwilling to believe that she meant that the way it sounded. But, he told himself, he could trust her. Even if he wasn't sure of what she intended, he knew she wouldn't do anything unkind. "All right."

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She led him down through Castle Grayskull to a set of rooms. Unlike most of the castle's chambers, which were large and dark, these were comfortably small, and well-lit by gently shining spheres hovering just below the ceiling like fireflies. Chairs, tables, a bed - all perfectly ordinary furnishings he would never have expected to see here.

Noting his surprise, she asked, "Did you think I sleep on a cold stone floor?"

"Well, no. I guess I should have guessed there'd be someplace to live in here."

"There has always been a guardian in Grayskull," she told him.

He nodded understanding, then asked, "Um, so... how... what are you going to do?"

"I can change your body into that of a human." His eyes widened and his ears slanted back in alarm. "Temporarily. A simple shapeshifting spell which will make you look human for a few hours, until your body's normal shape reasserts itself."

Become human? He'd seen a lot of weird things here, but that was something that had never occurred to him. Well, he wouldn't really be human; spells like that didn't affect your mind. He said, "Okay, I guess."

Noting his hesitancy, she asked, "Does that worry you?"

"Not really," he answered truthfully. "I trust you. Um, how do you do that spell?"

She knelt, then said, "Kneel as I am, facing me." He lowered himself to the ground and did so. "Close your eyes."

He heard her speak softly, and felt currents of magic swirl and eddy gently through himself. It was very strange to feel one's own bones lengthening, but not distressing. In fact, it was a nostalgic sensation; back on Trolla he had worked transformative spells without difficulty. The weird part was the feeling in his hands and feet. He had fewer fingers and toes than humans. He did not open his eyes and watch his hands change, even though that would not affect the Sorceress's magic. Some things were better not seen.

The Sorceress was surprised at how quickly the spell worked. Normally a body put up some sort of resistance to this kind of spell. But then, Orko was a sorcerer, and a magical being himself; spells might well work differently on him. She opened her eyes and studied the man kneeling before her. He was of average size and build, and had the light blue skin of a native of Anwat Gar. And... there was little else to see, as his clothing covered him completely and his hat and scarf still shadowed his face. She said, "It is done."

He opened his eyes. The Sorceress's face was now on the same level as his. He looked down at his hands - five fingers. And his clothes still fit, thankfully. You couldn't always count on that. Carefully he stood, steadying himself against the wall with one hand. When he was on his feet he looked down and said, "So that's what it feels like."

The Sorceress asked, "To stand?"

"Yeah. Trollans can walk, but our legs aren't really made for it." He took a few experimental steps, toward her. In this body, it was easy.

"Is that body comfortable?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. He hesitated - she said nothing, watching him with a gentle smile - then said, "Sorceress... I'm not sure what you want. Please, um, tell me."

She reached forward and took his hand in hers. "I had the idea of making love with you."

He let out a breath. "Whew. Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

"Perhaps it does seem strange..."

He said quietly, "Not really. It's gotta be lonely, living here by yourself. Even though I live in the palace, I get lonely too." He took her other hand. "I don't know how Humans do things, and I'm, heh, a little out of practice. So... show me what you like?"
"I will. Do you wish to create a sphere of darkness?"

He glanced away, dithering momentarily, then said, "Yeah, if it's all right with you. I think I'd freeze up without it. It's not-"

She touched a finger to the scarf covering his face to hush him. "It's all right. I may not truly understand Trollan modesty, but I accept it. If I do anything that upsets you, say so."

"Okay. Heh... this isn't a very romantic start, is it?"

"I suppose not. But some things must be said." She reached up to her headdress and said, "Cast your darkness."

He raised a hand and flicked his fingers, and the room was suddenly engulfed in a magical shadow. The extra finger hadn't made a difference, he noticed. He reached back and untied his scarf, then lifted off his hat. It felt strange not to have to thread his ears through holes in the brim. As he removed the rest of his clothing he was very aware of the sounds of cloth moving coming from the Sorceress's direction.

He thought, what am I doing? He had never even considered getting involved with anyone on Eternia. Women here just weren't attractive to a Trollan. Too big and tall. But... he liked the Sorceress, and he trusted her, and he wouldn't refuse her invitation if he wanted to. He hoped that, in the darkness and with this body, he would be able to respond to her.

The Sorceress was having similar thoughts. She would have liked for him to remove her clothing, as that was more romantic, but she guessed that that would push Orko's Trollan reserve too far. Orko? Before today she had never thought of reaching out to her little friend in such a way... There had been times in her life when she had been guided. She had once left Grayskull and briefly taken up with a wounded soldier... and the result had been Teela. Only on retrospect could she see those events for what they were: destiny. She smiled. She hardly thought that this was fated to happen. What she wanted now was to reach out to another as a woman, not as The Sorceress, to feel what she hadn't felt in so many years.

"Sorceress?" Orko said softly.

"I'm here," she replied, and reached out. By lucky coincidence her hand met his. They stepped closer and put their arms around each other's waists, face to face in the darkness. She was about to kiss him when he said "Your wings! What happened to them?"

In the darkness she smiled. "When I'm not guarding Castle Grayskull, I'm quite human."

"Oh, yeah, I didn't think about that."

She kissed him, and he forgot about her wings. Humans and Trollans were different in many ways, but this was not one of them. He pulled her closer and stroked her back as they kissed.

Some minutes later they surfaced for air. She touched his cheek and said softly, "How do you feel?"

"Good," he whispered.

"Now come with me." She led him by hand to the bed. She did not bother turning the covers back; they would be warm enough without them. She kissed him again, then took his hands, placed them on her body, and said "Touch me."

Her skin was warm and soft. He explored her with his fingertips, imagining her contours. Her body was lean and shapely, her breasts warm and full. Reclining beside her, he put an arm around her and kissed her throat, then her lips.

She embraced him and put a leg over his hip. It had been so long since anyone had touched her-! She could feel every inch of his body pressed against hers, awakening long-suppressed feelings. She made soft, feminine sounds in her throat, and without her awareness her arms tightened around him.

Orko recognized lust when he saw it - or heard and felt it - and wanted to satisfy her desire. He began kissing is way down her body, stroking it with his fingertips as he went. When he reached her crotch - an odd place for a patch of fur, he thought in passing - he gently opened her folds with his fingertips and licked her. She tasted strange, but good. Her body tensed and she drew in her breath. He stopped and said softly, "Okay?"

"Yes," she answered. She touched his head - he had no hair - and, encouraged, he went back to tonguing her. As he did his hands ran up and down her thighs and stomach. Experimentally he nibbled gently. Her reaction confirmed one more similarity between Trollan and Human women.

Soon she gripped his hand. "Orko, now."

He glanced up, toward her voice. "Now?"

"Make love to me."

He wanted to, and he thought that it ought to be all right - but he still couldn't stop worrying. He reached down - his organ was as alarmingly oversized as those in the pictures - then said, "Um, I'm not sure this'll work..."

She laughed softly. "Come here," she said.

He scooted back up, and she ran her hand down his side until she found his erection. She stroked it, then said, "That's just the right size. Don't worry, Orko."

"Okay, if you're sure," he said quietly.

"Here, lie back," she said. He lay on his back, and she straddled his thighs. He felt her hold the shaft, then touch the head to her moist inner lips to slick it. Then she slid down, engulfing him in her warmth. "Perfect," she said in a happy sigh.

"Good," was all he could manage.

She leaned forward and kissed him while slowly moving her hips. She felt so snug, so comfortable, that he stopped worrying. This felt right.

Soon she sat up again and, placing her hands by his sides, began moving her hips more insistently. At first he held her hips and thrusted up to meet her, then had another thought. He licked two fingertips and reached down to the point of their connection to stroke her clitoris. A soft sound of pleasure assured him that his guess was a good one. Her movements and sounds became sharper and more insistent, and then he felt her grip tighten around him. He thrusted up into her again, then, with an indrawn gasp, climaxed as well.

When the moment was over she lay down on him, careful not to let him slip out. Wordlessly she rested her cheek on his shoulder. He embraced her and stroked her sweat-dampened skin. Neither spoke; they did not want to fill the moment with words. Better to touch and feel each other.

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She opened her eyes and saw nothing. After a moment she remembered: Orko's darkness spell. After they had made love they had gone to sleep together. And awakened, and had a second round - and this time he was not so hesitant! - and then gone to sleep again. What had awakened her? She thought she had felt movement in the bed beside her, but she didn't feel him now. She reached out-

Oh. She realized when she touched him that the shapeshifting spell had worn off. He was now his normal size once more. After pausing for a few moments, she drew him close. It was almost like holding a child. The Trollan was not so much larger than her daughter had been when the Sorceress had given her up. Since that day she had not held a child, though she had longed to. Careful not to awaken him, she put an arm around him and closed her eyes again.

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I do not own "He-Man and The Masters of The Universe" and make no money from writing this story. Orko and The Sorceress are copyright © Mattel. All copyrighted materials are used without permission but with a lot of affection and respect. The overall story is copyright © Kim McFarland. No money is to be made from this story.