WARRIORS OF THE STORM, PART TWO

THE STORM RELEASED. “Now what are they going to do?” groaned Goliath Jericho. “This,” shouted Matthew, his nostrils now so wide that Paul could not see both ends of his trunk at once. With a smile he stuck both hands up his left nostril while Paul ejaculated up his right and pulled out a flashing and lightning colored stone. Then he held it up towards the sky and gave it a great squeeze. Suddenly, the sound of Thunder erupted from every inch of every single Thunder Boys' bodies. The ball flashed of lightning of every color in the rainbow and more, and the ground began to shake. “You won't get in from below as well,” sneered Philistine Pharaoh. “Our security down there is something not even you could anticipate or fight.” “Oh really?” said Matthew, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “You still think anything you do can stop us?” “Not what we do,” said Pharaoh. “But what we are. What those stationed there have become, I should say.” Matthew felt unconcerned. Everything these people tried would fail. Suddenly, though, he heard screams from below and the roar of some huge animal. “Our beasts will be harder to deal with than us. You are bullet proof, but you're not claw, fang and fire proof.” “You're basing your hopes for survival on myths and legends like dragons?” said Matthew, his nostrils so wide they were starting to turn in on themselves, seeming bored as he raised an eyebrow again. “No,” said Pharaoh. “We used science to turn some of our colleagues into real creatures of myths and legends “ “You turned your colleagues into monsters?” said Matthew, sounding horrified. “That's right,” said Pharaoh. “And even people like you are no match for that.” “Sorry to disappoint you,” said Matthew. “But it is time for you all to learn what releasing The Storm truly means.” He spread his arms as wide as they would go and caught the outer edges of each nostril in the corresponding hand, and all of his comrades took similar action. Then Joshua waved his hand, a trumpet appeared in it and he set it to his lips as they all inhaled as much as they could and then. . . * * * Within The Fortress of Thunder, The Boy shot missiles of Semen up Luke's trunk width nostrils and Luke shot bombs of semen up his. . . was even 'trunk' an adequate word. Suddenly, he felt the sensation of lightning flying up his left nostril and saw Luke's shock at what he could feel had just emerged from his own penis. “They are about to truly release The Storm, then?” asked Mark. The Boy nodded. “It would seem so,” he said. “Matthew's trunk approaches the width of mine, and he has just absorbed The Storm into it.” He considered. “Is there any way we can give them even more power?” he asked. All were silent for a long time. Finally, Peter answered. “Not unless more of them die,” he said. “We're already all ejaculating as much, hard and fast as we can.” The Boy considered another moment. “Very well,” he said. “Then I will do the one thing that I and I alone can still do.” He saw the uncertainty in everyone's faces, even Luke's, gave them all a reassuring smile, then sucked all of the air he could into his super-sized trunk. He waited a moment, then gave such a trumpet from his trunk that were it not for the magic of The Fortress of Thunder, all of their eardrums would have been shattered. “There,” said The Boy. “That will be of aid to them.” * * * Matthew heard the trumpet from within the steadily increasing in solidity fortress as he finished inhaling, knowing that this would give them all the strength they needed for their actions ahead, and then heard Joshua's trumpet sound as he started ton exhale. . . Suddenly, lighting flashed and Thunder rolled from every body, and then all of their bodies exploded in Thunder and lighting. Thunder Bolts struck the ground where each had stood, and lighting balls formed there for just a moment. While the convention attendees who were still alive wondered what had happened, Thunder suddenly rolled and lightning suddenly flashed right around many Republicans' bodies, and some even felt it coming awake within them. Matt's voice came from everywhere at once, although it sounded like words set to Thunder. “That is what truly releasing The Storm means. It means we free The Storm/ourselves from the restraints of physical bodies and become just The Storm itself. Now we are Truly Warriors of The Storm.” “Have mercy!” screamed a very burly man, starting to cry. “Did you have mercy on us?” asked Matt's voice. “Moments before we arrived, you were talking about rounding up Gays and shooting us like fish in a barrel. That is of course what actually was done to us for many years. Also, you have made certain for years that anyone who wanted a gun could get a gun, even people with extensive criminal and or mental health records. Yes, they could not at gun stores, but since they could at gun shows, that made no difference. Manipulating such people into shooting gays, once they had guns, was of course easy enough for those with your mind control skills, and if they said you made them do it, you could always just say that they are crazy and so why should anyone listen to them, because they obviously do not and indeed COULD not know what they are talking about? I ask you, if we, The Thunder Boys, did not exist and had not just appeared, would not this Convention have adopted the proposal to have all Gays shot, in pins or on sight, that was already under review by your National Committee?” “That is the second item on today's agenda,” said a very small man, dressed in devil red. “So?” said Matthew's Thunder Bolt from every direction voice. “You ask us to show you mercy, even as you are preparing to have our brothers and sisters of the Gay variety put to death?” “Show yourselves and you can join them,” shouted a woman with Bathsheba on her name tag. Moments later she screamed as The Thunder struck her from above, below and all around. “No mercy, NO PRISONERS!” shouted Matthew's voice. “You would have given us none, so you shall receive none from us.” The next time the lightning flashed, The Fortress of Thunder had ceased to appear as a hazy apparition, and instead had become a solid structure blocking the main exit. “The Fortress of Thunder is here,” came Matthew's voice. “It is time to . . . !” * * * Within The Fortress of Thunder, the younger Samuel and Sampson's masturbating increased in intensity and fierceness, as did the love making of every couple. “Harder, Faster, MORE!” shouted The Boy. “The Storm is released, and now The Thunder is about to Strike the ground and more. They need all of the strength we can give them, and since they now ARE The Storm, there shall be no more of them added to our numbers, for without physical bodies they can not be killed by physical weapons.” He felt Luke's penis pumping up the inner most part of his left nostril and pushing out missiles, canon balls and bombs of semen, and saw his fellow Thunder Boys doing the best they could, pumping as hard as they could, up each others' exceptionally large noses, snouts and one or two other trunks. He worked as hard as he could up Luke's now trunk, but still he sensed that the other/younger Matthew, who now led the still living Thunder Boys, and all who followed him, needed more. He thought a moment, then gave Luke an inquisitive look, knowing what must happen, but still wanting his Boy-Friend's stamp of approval. Without hesitation, Luke nodded, not even needing The Boy to speak the words, so strong was their connection, as it had been since long before The Storm began. “Hey, Sampson, Samuel,” called The Boy. Both looked up. “Yes, The Boy?” asked Sampson. “Come over here and ejaculate up my right nostril,” said The Boy. “That's the only way we can give the others the power and strength they need to finish this.” Without hesitation, both true boys rose, continuing to ejaculate like mad, walked over and stuck both of their penises up his right nostril. As he felt equal amounts of semen flying up both nostrils, for Luke's ejaculations had as much power as the younger Samuel's and Sampson's combined, The Boy smiled even more broadly. He felt his trunk folding in on itself even more and the ejaculations of all three up it intensify. All around, the ejaculations of everyone else did the same, as did his up Luke's smaller trunk. “The time to end this has come,” said The Boy. “Years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes and even seconds of preparation have brought us to this point. All time that this needs to take has been taken. The time has come to. . .” HERE ENDS PART TWO OF WARRIORS OF THE STORM, THE STORM RELEASED. PART THREE, WHICH WILL CONCLUDE THIS STORY AND THIS SERIES, WILL BE COMING SOON.