Xiaolin Showdown Porno Story: A Entire Pile of Nothing – Chapter 13

Thank you for at least beginning to read this chapter. I want to thank icebender22 and xXNoIdeaForAPenNameXx again, because you seem to be the only person who actually reads my work. Again, your support is very appreciated. I’m gonna start this one up with a little bit of narration.

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After Clay tucked him in, Matt was a little uneasy. Much like a child, he took the Staff of Jupiter to bed with him; a comfort object. This relic seemed to speak to his very being. It forged a connection with the future dragon beyond that of any other Shen Gong Wu. With it, Matt was satisfied to go to bed.

As seconds ticked by, Matt was completely and utterly relaxed. Seconds became minutes, and he still couldn’t bring himself to calm his thoughts enough to sleep. When those minutes turned into an hour, he fell unconscious from sheer exhaustion caused by the torrent of ideas that was his thoughts.

Unlike a regular night, this one had come after a day of great mental and emotional anguish, despite it’s pleasant beginning. This set Matt up for a rather jarring night.

Matt’s POV

Sleep came but only after an excruciatingly long wait. When it finally arrived, my entire consciousness was emptied, only to be replaced by pure nothingness. That is, until my dreams overtook me.

Total emptiness filled my mind, a relaxing backdrop for the events to come. Slowly, the blackness was replaced with a haze. It rolled like a heatwave in all directions, and I couldn’t distinguish anything in the blur. However, after a moment, the confusion settled to reveal the temple. Unlike the real temple, this version was totally monochromatic, giving it a very artsy feel.

I started walking towards the entrance, and I could barely feel my feet touch the ground. Testing it out, I pushed off rather hard, and I flipped lazily over the temple wall. I saw myself corkscrew into the gardens only to right myself with a flourish of my arms.

Instead of the usual garden plants, a small shop was placed in the center of the temple grounds. As soon as I set foot in the threshold of the shop, I was barraged by a multitude of colors. I entered the shop and found that I was in a wholesale store. Despite it’s rather compact exterior, the store stretched on much farther than it had any right to. The walls were lined with shelves of various items ranging from patio tables to polka-dotted elephants. I was curious as to why the store was completely empty and decided to investigate.

Passing the elephants, I made my way to the back of the store which seemed to be a sporting goods section. Between a pair of flamingos, a single row opened up. I eyed the large birds warily and darted through just as they went for my legs.

After the rather unpleasant welcome with the flamingos, the room opened up to reveal a high-ceilinged room. It was so high that I got dizzy trying to look up there. When my head started spinning, the walls started to bend and twist, worsening my disorientation. I eventually calmed down, but the walls kept swaying, only more rhythmically. The scene was almost hypnotic when I looked up at the bright white ceiling.

While the twisting grew more violent, the items on the wall began to rattle. The walls that were laden with objects just spewed them across one another, but none of them seemed to ever reach the ground. When a large door hit me, I just held onto it and the floor began twisting with everything else. Eventually it got so fast that I closed my eyes, but when I opened them next, the room was replaced by a lake.

I was on a small island totally surrounded by a large lake, and I had no clothes apart from a bathing suit. Next to me was the door I was holding seconds earlier. Taking the hint, I paddled out into the lake on top of the door before I lost my balance and fell into the water. Surprisingly, it was very warm and cozy in there, but at the same time almost surreal. I couldn’t feel any wetness, but I just felt a warmth surround me. Everything else about me was effected by it; my hair and trunks just seemed to ebb and flow with the rest of the lake. I tried swimming through the water and I found that I could breath underneath the surface.

As I let the current take me, I flipped and corkscrewed effortlessly through the water. Near the bottom of the lake, I found schools of fish in all different colors. They swam around me at dizzying speeds as I glided through the water. At one point, they seemed to form a sort of tunnel that I swam through. When I got to one end, I saw it was like a funnel, so I turned around only to be met with a huge change in pressure. The water was now heavy across my body and my rib cage felt as if it was going to cave in. As I struggled frantically against the current of the vortex, I just felt a hideous bending and stretching as my body was surrendered to the other side of the funnel.

Inside the darkness of the other side, I found myself fumbling around a cold stone floor. After a quick bodily inspection I found that I was completely dry, but this time I was in only my pajama clothes. Out of nowhere a faint red glow appeared in the corner of my eye. I quickly spun around on my bare feet to face any kind of danger. The glow turned out to be a pair of eyes. Slowly, a light started to shine underneath them to reveal the very dark form of Chase Young.

“So we meet again, Young Monk”, he said as he stepped closer to me. A single circle of light followed him, illuminating every detail of his person from below. It slowly grew a very sickly purple color while another appeared underneath me. This one became a very bright gold. Our circles grew larger and
eventually, they stretched as far as the eye could see, meeting and clashing at a line between us.

I wasn’t as menacing as Chase seeing as I was still in pajama pants and a wife-beater, but that thought was far from my mind (even though this was my dream.) Our lights seemed to be evenly matched until Chases began to push mine back. In response to that, I tried pouring my power into my light, but I found that the more I fought, the stronger he seemed to get. It got to the point where I became an island in a sea of purple. The purple soon deteriorated into black and the last slivers of my light dried up like someone turned off the faucet.

The last drop of light moved itself to face me horizontally and it slowly waxed until a sheet of dull gray stretched in all directions. Like a projection, the gray backdrop shook and revealed a picture. It took me a while to recognize the picture, but I finally realized where this was. I was overlooking a balcony where two figures sat in the shadows. The larger one was letting go, and he swiftly toppled over the edge of the railing.

In my horror, I tried to turn away, but every where I turned the projection swiveled with me. When I tried closing my eyes, the image appeared inside my eyelids as well. Knowing I couldn’t escape, I had to just sit back and watch in slow motion as my old friend plummeted to his death.

“Chris, wait!”, I screamed. He seemed to be falling forever, and the projection caught an aerial view of his descent. I screamed as he fell, and my words were soon lost and replaced with unintelligible yells and whimpers. When it was finally over, I was reduced to sobs. The only sound that I could make out was the muffled echo of my sadness until a chuckle teased my ear.

Chase Young appeared next to me, and when he clicked his fingers, the scene replayed itself. By now, I was far beyond angry. Anger, sadness, indignation; they all mixed together to form this abomination that I couldn’t even describe. It pushed me over the limit and I summoned all of the power I could and released straight into Chase’s heart. Any normal person would have enough juice to cause multiple heart failures, but Chase simply laughed off the jolt. He barely flinched as another one seared across the chest-plate of his armor.

Every single shock I sent was absorbed or deflected. My power was draining, and with it my anger. Neither of them had any effect on the screaming though. Throughout my attempts at fighting Chase, I screamed myself hoarse. When I finally gave up on Chase, I knelt and cried just from pure lack of energy. If I could, I would’ve gone on forever, but everything I had was gone; drained from every single fiber of my mental being.

I watched as Chris fell again and again as Chase just sat by and watched my total helplessness. After what seemed like an eternity, Chase bent down and grabbed me by my arms. I struggled in his grip, but it was no use, I’d reached my limit. He leaned in closer until I could feel his breath swish against my face.

I waited for him to say something, and when he finally did, he only said one thing; “Matt”. His voice was ice cold, but after a couple repetitions, it grew into a familiar voice.

“Matt?”

When I pried my eyes open, I saw Clay looming over me, mere inches away from my face. His hanging bangs were out of the way and I could see the deep worry that settled in his big blue eyes. I looked down and he was kneeling at my side and my blankets were wrapped tightly against my legs. They slipped out easily though because of the cold sweat that left a sheen of perspiration over every inch of my body. My teeth were chattering from the cold air hitting my skin.

“Matt, are you alright?”, was Clay’s question. He still hadn’t let go of me and his eyes never left mine. When I tried to get up, he put a hand behind my back and supported me. I rubbed my eyes to clear them of some of the many tears I shed in my sleep. The combination of the tears and sweat soaked my pillow to the point where it was difficult to lift. Clay just threw it over to the side of my room and took the spare I kept on a nearby chair.

“I don’t know”, I replied watching him fluff up the pillow where the other one was. I couldn’t think of what else to say, but that was probably the most truthful answer I could give. I could still feel Chase’s soul-piercing stare on me, and the rest of the dream was as vivid as if I’d just walked through the flamingos.

Looking down at my hands, they were singed from all of the electricity that I was charging. Not only that, but they were clutching the staff so tightly that my knuckles were jutting out with a sickly pale hue. The staff on the other hand was still buzzing a little from all of the juice I gave it during my dream.

All of that effort, my power, my emotions: they meant nothing then. I was totally helpless. The feeling was almost as horrible as seeing Chris die again. I shuddered and shook like a leaf when I remembered what transpired in my dreams. Clay just held me close as pitiful sobs released themselves. I cried so hard that I was convinced that my ribcage would crack open, but Clay’s warmth and caring acted like an anchor in the torrent of emotions.

“Shh, shh” cooed Clay, just like he did before. I vaguely remember him saying something like that after our sparring match. “It’s alright, Matt. I’m here”, the very obvious statement was surprisingly calming. Little by little, Clay soothed away my tears. Every word he whispered to me was accompanied by a kiss and a squeeze.

When I finally calmed down, he started to loosen his hold on me. I clutched tightly to the straps of his undershirt. Looking up into his eyes, I pleaded, “Clay, please don’t leave me.” The tears threatened to reemerge and had already coated my glistening eyes. For a second, he turned away and I was about to say something when he turned back with a towel. The soft terrycloth rubbing against my forehead was enough to silence any protests. He gave me a blank stare for a moment before he picked me up and tucked us both into my bed.

“I’ll never leave you, Matt”, he whispered into my ear. When I looked back at him, he looked a little embarrassed, but he put up a hand and said, “Cowboys’ Honor”. I laughed a bit, but I couldn’t keep it up for very long before I was exhausted. I laid my head against the fresh pillow and Clay brought his arm over me and pulled me closer so that I could feel his heartbeat through my back. With his breath tickling my neck and an arm draped over me, I fell asleep completely content.

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I couldn’t resist trying my hand at one of these dream scenes. Sorry I haven’t updated sooner, I had a little bit of writer’s block and distractions. Mostly friends, parties, deaths, etc. Hopefully, I’ll get this next chapter up sometime next week.