Nanny Ogg, in Younger Years Ch. 01

Chapter 1: Gytha Cripples Onions

Author's Note: These are the stories of a young Gytha Ogg (Nanny Ogg) and her best friend Esme Weatherwax (Granny Weatherwax) alluded to in literature but never before put to words. The reader should approach them with a grain of octarine and a pinch of mirth. We shall jump into the wrinkles of time and travel some 50 years and enter a conversation mid...

"Esme, do you think whats his name will be around the Long Man tis evening?" Gytha asked with a bemused toned. They were both standing outside the Hall waiting for their menfolk to return home. "The one that looks just like Methwen when he was younger."

Her best friend Esme choked on her bread then coughed out "Gytha Ogg, do you have the decency to think of anything else? He's ten years your senior and aren't you already with whats his name? The other one." Gytha thought of this for a moment and simply raised her eyebrows, "Ah, yes... but that was nearly a fort-nite past, today is anew and fresh," Esme put her hands on her hips, "I saw him leave your house last night Miss Ogg! Don't you go telling me stories."

"Oh right, I was thinking of the other other one, don't go making me look like the bad one here Esme, remember you were to be the evil godmother but lost that race, did you not?" Gytha smirked teasingly knowing full well how competitive and touchy Esme could get at times.

"Well there's nothing wrong saying that I missed a chance to change diapers and nappies!" retorted Esme, trying hard to keep calm despite herself.

They stood silent watching each others movements, ready for any sign of weakness, until they heard the sound of hooves approaching from the distance announcing the arrival of their awaited. Redcully was handsome on his large stead and rode with the regality of one who is formally regal, and his friend Jason rode along his side.

While they were some distance away Esme heard her friend, "Phhhhhewie, do you see those two coming our way... you're a lucky lady ya know? I bet he's a great," Esme didn't let her finish, "Don't you take one more breath forward or I'll box your ears off, it ain't like that." Gytha kept her eyes on the men and responded, "Oh it ain't then? How is it?" Esme turned red in the face, "It ain't none of yours to know and you'd be wise to remember it."

Redcully rode up first, "My jewel, my lady, Miss Light in my Barn," Esme overcoming her anger shifted to another emotion and slipped out of her mind and into the horse borrowing it's motor functions as it reared up and dumped Redcully onto the ground. "I am no ones nothing Mustrum Redcully, but you may guide me to the woods for a walk, if it pleases you."

Redcully was trying to recover the use of his lungs as he laid flat on his back, when he looked up a beautiful slender woman with a pointed hat had just said he could walk her through the woods, "Yes Esme, I forget myself in your most...in your...my..." He tripped over his words not wanting to meet the horse another way. Esme waited impatiently for Redcully to stand up and he eventually did.

"Take my arm and don't be trying anything funny." She held it out for him to hold and they followed the path out to the woods of Lancre.

Jason and Gytha watched this scene in fascination, "My my, she is a stubborn one isn't she?" Gytha said to Jason but mostly to herself, "She'd know she were in love if it didn't hurt her ego." Jason waited patiently for the soliloquy to end.

"So, where's that leave us then?" Jason asked.

Gytha smiled mysteriously, "With plenty of opportunity and no lack of interest, why don't we find ourselves a nice quiet spot and sit down and watch the fireflies dance together under the stars?" Jason took Gythas hand as they began walking deeper into the forest but in the exact geometric opposite direction as the others. Really, if you did the measurements it was exactly pi radians South of North and a rather impressive perfection of avoidance.

As the darkness closed in, they found themselves walking close together, legs touching, arms brushing, Gytha laughed at everything he said, even the stuff she shouldn't. Finally, they arrived at a small grotto and sat on a mysteriously well placed blanket. As the slow light of the disc passed by like a stream of inebriated minnows, they both gazed upwards towards the sparkling sky filled with countless tiny lights dancing playfully across the velvet black expanse above them.

"You know," whispered Gytha softly, voice barely audible over the sounds of rustling leaves and distant creatures calling out to one another deep in the shadows surrounding them. "Sometimes I wish I could fly among them, free as a bird."

"Would you take me with you?" Jason asked, thinking this was the right thing to say. "Nah, you'd be too heavy if I were a bug." This caused Jason to laugh heartily, though he wasn't sure whether it was meant as a joke or not. But soon enough, they grew solemn again, staring up at the stars and listening to the gentle breeze rustle the trees around them.

After a while, Gytha leaned closer to Jason, putting her lips near his ear so only he could hear her words. "Do you want to play a game, big strong man?" Her tone was soft and seductive, causing Jason's heartbeat to quicken involuntarily.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of himself. Was this really happening? Then, mustering up courage from somewhere deep inside, he nodded slowly. His fingers reached out tentatively, caressing her cheek before trailing lightly down her neck and over the curve of her breast, cupping it gently in his palm.

Gytha stopped him short of groping her, "No, no, that's not how the game is played. This is an old witch game, we'll get to that soon enough." She lifted her skirt up to her thigh, reached under it raising Jason's hopes then withdrew something that looked like a deck of cards.

"You win, and I'll let you carry on as you were." She said, "And if I lose?" He asked, "Well, don't lose or we'll both be disappointed. You do know Cripple Mr. Onion, don't ya?" He had lost a few months salary over the years trying to get the hang of the rules but that memory was painted over with primer in the color of a large breasted witch holding a deck of cards.

"Gytha, there's no light to play by?" He pointed out at the night. "Don't worry about that." She moved her hands up to the sky closed her eyes and three fireflies landed on the back of her hand. With her other hand she made a motion as if stirring tea to melt in the sugar and their butts pulsed with octarine energy then grew a bit more. They appeared as ticks that fed off the light of a non-existent lantern and swelled to the point of popping. With a flurry of the hand the now thick bulbs were sitting on she sent them back to the air and they hovered above lighting up the blanket and the two would be lovers.

"There, that's better." Gytha dealt the cards one by one. Jason looked at his cards and had two sets. "We normally play with coin back in the town, how should we bet out here?" He asked. "Oh, that's right... we need stakes don't we. How abouts we bet our clothes?" Jason looked at her to see if she was going to laugh, but saw no humor in her face. "Our clothes?" He repeated her words. "Yeah, boots, socks, shirts, our clothes? Is this hard for you to understand?"

He understood but also he had never heard of such a wager. "Alright, I bet my boots and I'll take two cards." He held his sets and discarded two. "I will call your bet and take no cards." They set their hands down and he had double triples, she had nothing. "But you didn't take a card Gytha!?" She shrugged, "Didn't say I knew the rules." With that she kicked her black leather boots off and started to deal once more.

The next hand he had a quadruple onion and bet her his boots, socks, and shirt. "I call," she said and again took no cards. Jason was starting to like this game. She set her cards down face up, "What'd I get?" A natural Dead Man's Hand, Jason stared in disbelief..."Um, that's nearly as good as it gets... I lose." She made a breath out of her nose that sounded like pride and disappointment, "Shame. Well, kick em off then man." He removed the articles.

The next three hands played out the same, Flora, Onion, Flora, she never discarded to draw another card just played what she was dealt. Eventually he was down to just his underwear. "Well isn't that a sight for my eyes." She looked at him noting his competitive spirit being crushed by her dumb luck.

"Tell ya what Jason, next hand all or nothing?" He nodded and the cards hit the blanket under monstrous bulbs of mutated bioluminescence. He looked at his cards... Cripple Mr. Onion...he can't lose! "I win!" she was moving her cards around and played them face up, nothing. "I guess you do." She stood up and peeled one sock off then another, slowly she lifted her dress up and over her body revealing a knickerleg. The cool evening air caressed her skin, making goosebumps rise along her flesh. Naked except for the last article of clothing, she turned away slightly, covering herself with one arm. "Your turn."

Jason felt his throat dry up and his heart race uncontrollably. He struggled to breathe as he looked at the woman standing before him. Slowly, awkwardly, he pulled his own drawers off until he was naked. As he stepped out of those, he realized that he had never seen anyone quite so beautiful. The fly butt light danced across her smooth, pale skin, highlighting every curve and hollow.

"And since ya won, I'll do you one better. Lay on your back." He laid back and she crawled between his legs resting one arm on his thigh as her right hand began to stroke his length, feeling its heat against her cold flesh. "Now, move yer leg like this..." She demonstrated, lifting first one knee then the other. "...and hold onto me when I tell ya too." She guided his hand to where she wanted it and began to move her mouth up to the tip so that her lips could wrap around him. Up and down in rhythm with her strokes she sucked on his willing shaft.

As they found their pace, the sounds of the forest faded away, replaced by the music of her mouth and hand playing him as one might work a banjo, if one were polishing the neck of the instrument. His gasps and moans filled the grotto, echoing off the rocky walls. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each others touch. When he was close to releasing in her witch's kiss she stopped and sat back. "Now, Mr. Cards, do you want to see a witch really work her magic?" She had an erotic but slightly sinister grin on her face. "Sure," he whispered, barely able to speak through ragged breaths.

She got up off the ground and walked over to him, straddling his waist, lowering herself slowly onto his middle, she reached below and guided him into her entrance. "Now don't you go losing it right away, or there won't be another game of cards in your future." She lowered further as his rigidity sunk into her. "Oh my, haven't felt this in... well it's been too long." Her movement was slow as she allowed him to fill her completely, slowly, sensually under their love bugs.

Her movements grew faster and harder as she rode him, taking control of both their pleasure, she kept one hand on his chest and controlled the pace with practiced ease. "You may release when you're ready, I don't think I'm on my cycle of creation." She moved up and down his length just to the point he might escape then slid down his length pausing for a moment with him fully in her.

The tightness, the erotic mischief, and the thrill of mating had him in a state of euphoria only known to those about to die and some hermits that find themselves near a spring in the dessert. He knew witches were, gregarious, but he had never been with a woman who knew how to bring a man so close to the brink that he didn't want to jump. Her thighs flexed and calves lifted, her wet center greeted him with every sinusoidal pulse.

"Do you want to let your little man spit into a witch's cavern?" She was teasing him as she pushed down on his chest, rocking into his stiffening rod. "Have you ever wondered how our magic feels at night?" She was looking into his eyes with the lust of a banshee and the need of a nymph.

"I won't... last... ohhh UHHHHHGGG!" with her final push he released and tensed in her most inner depths, spilling his passion deep inside. She moved up and down as the sliding became a mix of tenacious jerks from under her and the sound of wetness from their melding. She slowed down and felt him retreat as his swelling subsided in her.

"Well, big strong man, how does that my witch game feel?" She smiled and shifted her weight to release his deflating temple.

He returned her smile, equally wicked. "Delicious." And with that, they lay there in the postcoital glow, listening to the night creatures calling to each other, watching the fireflies dance above them, content in the knowledge that they had shared something truly special beneath the stars. Well Jason found it truly special, Gytha calls this Wednesday.

"Ah, right these ladies are ruining the mood." Gytha reached up and unstirred the tea from earlier and with a snap the bulbous lights shrunk to their healthy weight and flew off into the night.