Paincourt Antique

Piko:

Piko woke up shortly after the green storm had made everyone so upset. Piko walked out into his yard and looked up in the olive tree. Then he looked down. He saw a baby dove. Next to that one he saw another one that was suffering and nearly dead. He crushed that dove with his sandal. He used his right foot. Rather, the sandal on the right foot. He was surprised, there was alot of guts but not alot of blood.
As soon as he crushed this baby dove the mother dove flew frantically out of the olive tree. It flew lopsided and crazy and was making noises Piko had never heard a dove make before. Piko thought, that poor bird must be heartbroken. But not for long because it flew over some bushes and was caught in the claws of a cat that was hiding behind the bushes.
Piko looked down at the remaining baby dove. He picked it up and placed it in his mouth. Just as he did this, the little one took a huge bird shit in his mouth. It was this moment that Piko decided that he should take care of this bird.
He went into his house and found a nice box and an old towel. He placed the towel, a towel he had always hated, in the bottom of the box. The box was a normal box. It was the lid of a tomato carton actually. Piko loved tomato’s more than most people. That made him wander what a baby dove would eat.
He didn’t feel like finding out so he took some cold-cuts from his refrigerator and blended them with tomato. He thought to himself, if this doesn’t make my new friend strong like Piko, then it will make him dead. He mentally shrugged.. well my new friend has no chance as it is. We shall see if he deserves my friendship.
Soon Piko came out and picked up his new friend and placed him in his new home. The little dove was shivering. Piko thought, ah my little friend, you have had a terrible day. I will warm you up and then try to feed you. He cupped the fragile animal with his hands for two hours. When the two hours were over he revealed his new friend to himself again. Now the baby dove was alert and no longer shivering.
Piko thought of a name for him. He liked the name Piko. Moments passed, Piko said out loud, “Piko, it is unfortunate for you to be a dove in this world. Piko has named you Piko and you will grow strong one day and defeat the storm that destroyed your life. The storm was green and angry and destroyed your nest. And because of that it also destroyed your family. One day you will fly and find this storm and you will get your revenge. This Piko will see to the end, yes little Piko!”
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Part 2

The morning came with bees and birds. Windows open and moist terrible air slipping through. Piko and the pillow made sweat. Piko awoke and found Piko. Piko slightly awake as well and looking hungry. Piko fixed a meal of tomato and bologna gruel and fed it to Piko with an eyedropper. The small dove was satisfied.
“Some day Piko, you will fly and you will revenge yourself!”

Piko then stepped out to his backyard to enjoy the moment. The mockingbird was meowing and the wipperwills were wipperwilling. Soon over the top of his fence appeared the head of Jimmy.

Jimmy called out to Piko and Piko walked to have a chat with Jimmy.

Jimmy looked half dead but still healthy.

Jimmy began to talk.

“Piko, I had a dream, would you like to hear it?

“Of course Jimmy, your dreams are every mans dreams.”

“Well Piko, I was at a party. Everyone was dressed like Presidents. They were all naked waist down and sword-fighting with their cocks. I wasn’t really turned on or anything though.”

“Interesting, what else happened?”

“Eventually I found Barbara Bush chatting with Hillary Clinton. It seemed they were talking about things that didn’t matter. Things like how to make whiskey from squirrel meat.”

“That’s interesting as well Jimmy.”

“Then Hillary took her pants off and out of her butthole an animal that may have been a muskrat was birthed and began to savage Barbara Bush’s vagina.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, it was brutal even though Barbara was smiling and so on. Anyway Piko, after the muskrat was done she smiled at me and spread her legs. I then began to eat something like jelly from her crotch.”

“What did it taste like?”

“I don’t know, I can never taste anything in my dreams.”

“Now that alone bewilders Piko! Piko only tastes tomato’s in his dreams!”

“Well Piko, I think it’s sort of like how some people claim they dream in black and white.”

“Yes, Piko is sure it is like that!”

“Anyway, would you like another bottle of 100 proof? It’s just right really.”

“Of course Piko would! Piko is now wondering if Piko drank it in a dream if it would taste like a tomato. Piko is also wondering if Jimmy could drive Piko to the post office today. Piko has a package to mail to Piko’s mother.”

“Sorry Piko, I can’t, I have to drive to the shop. They are letting me work today.”

“That is fine Jimmy, Piko can mail something another day.”

“Hey pal, my woman is coming over tonight to play some cards possibly.. are you in?”

“Just your woman?”

“No dude, there will be a few more people. You should come by, maybe make a few bucks?”

“Piko is considering.”
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Part 3

Susan came in from Kansas to visit Piko. She had met Piko back around 1996 at a bar and for a few brief moments thought that Piko was her soul mate. The illusion was sealed by her drunken mind when she found out they shared a birthday. Same day, same year, same hour.
However after a few days of Piko she realized that Piko couldn’t love as she loved. Piko spent love in moments. To Piko, the eternal was microscopic. A tiny bit of atoms in a fluctuating moment that had no memory - only the moment.

Still, Susan felt a strange eternal love for Piko and would occasionally set aside time to visit him to see how he was doing.

Piko and Susan caught up on the small talk for a bit when Susan related an idea she had for a story. Susan sort of viewed herself as a writer.

“So there are two main characters. A husband and a wife. The husband wakes up after a party they have had and finds his wife sprawled out on their bed naked. He jumps into the bed with her to see if he can get some hangover love.”

“Ah, Piko has experience in hangover love!”

“Yes, I thought you’d like where this is going. So, she wakes up to him gently rubbing her stomach. It feels good, but then there is a rush of horror. She realizes what she had done after he passed out. She let her husbands best friend watch her.”

“Watch her?”

“Yes, her husbands best friend thought she was beautiful but was a good enough man that he couldn’t actually do the act - cheat on his best friend - so he came up with an alternative.”

“Piko is aroused.”

“You are so silly Piko.” She herself becoming aroused for some reason. “Yes, the alternative was to let him just stare at her naked as she lay on the bed and to let him imagine what it would be to have her.”

“And so they couldn’t control themselves and had to taste the flesh??”

“No, this man was a man of his word. He just lay next to her and stared. His eyes became his skin.”

“This is interesting as sometimes Piko feels his skin becoming his eyes!”

“As he lay there staring he moved around to look at her vagina. At first her legs were closed but soon she opened them. She wanted his eyeball to fuck her.”

“Yes, an eyeball inside the vagina might be something.”

“And as he stared she imagined just that. And she could feel that.. she imagined that his eyeballs were like stalks and they began to penetrate her, softly and slowly… the eyelashes grew into feathers that began to tickle her clit and her thighs and her anus… she began to writhe in satisfaction…”

“Piko finds this worthy of an intermission, would Susan enjoy another cocktail…” he already knew the answer and was off to make her a drink. She favored Scotch on the rocks. As Piko walked away Susan began to feel the heat. It usually started on her neck and worked its way down to her groin but today the entire head was flush. She was looking forward to an act in the near future and she could almost sense the heat coming from Piko and understood he was getting in the moment as well.

Piko returned and handed her the drink. She took a gulp and made the whiskey face for a moment - followed by a quick moan of satisfaction.. maybe a half giggle. She continued her story.

“So Susan, the wife, all the sudden comes like she never had there is actually liquid gurgling out of her like that one opening scene in Beverly Hillbillies where the oil is gurgling out of the ground after Ned Clampett accidentally shot the ground… you know what I mean?”

“Yes, Piko has seen this.”

“As she is coming her husbands friend shoots a load as well. He hasn’t even touched his cock! This load is so explosive it flies almost 9 feet and splats on her wedding photo they keep on the nightstand. As it runs down it makes a perfect division of her and her husband. She is instantly horrified because she loves him. His friend, being a man, is still feeling as if he has conquered but when he sees her tears, he feels shame and walks out of the room.”

“Is this going to end badly?”

“Well then as her memory is finished she is confronted by her physical love gently rubbing her fingertips on her pubic mound. He then says, sweetheart, do you remember last night? I have never come so hard. What was that? Was it because I let Lenny watch? I have always thought about that. I am not sure why it turned me on so much but it must have really turned you on. The sheets were a mess! Can we do it again? Please?”

“Well then where do you go from there Susan? Piko was thinking that there would be a moral to this?”

“There is one Piko…”

“What’s that?”

“Men are assholes.”

“Piko agrees. Why are your clothes still on?”