The Rules of Creation (Main Story)

It's been over an hour since I fucked the woman I drew in my notebook. Fukushima was laying sound asleep in my bed while I was sitting on my kitchen counter still trying to make sense of what the fuck just happened. The more I stared at her beautiful the more I couldn't believe what was staring me right in the face. It was her. I looked back and forth from the notebook in my hand to the woman in my bed, every feature on the page matched exactly in real life. And it was more than the drawing but also what I wrote in the margins. From her personality to the "Fire Within".

How can I prove this? Is all I asked myself. It would be too dangerous to make something completely new with her here. I couldn't know how she'd react. Maybe instead of something new, I could test to see if she can remember something from her past that was written down moments ago.

I pulled the notebook into my lap and read through her profile. So I took out a pencil and let the words flow onto the page.

"long ago, Fukushima began as a wandering swords woman, going from one end of the country to the next. A nomad in practice if not in name. Throughout the years of her life she came across a countless number of people who she declared "Deserved ****", This reputation built overtime and many more wished to test their strength against hers and met much the same fate. Never did she know defeat. Until she met the Monk of Eden, Muzashi. Never was she defeated, not so much as on the back foot in duel Muzashi defeated her with one blow. To be beaten, to be dominated, to be conquered utterly awakened something in her. She begged Him then and there, on her hands and knees to serve him until the end of time. And he accepted. A whole ceremony took place on that empty road, with a red saucer of **** that was shared between the two of them. The moment their lips touched the same saucer, drank the same drink, they were bound for life. "

I decided to stop there though every part of me wanted to continue endlessly.

I waited expecting something to happen. A flash of light, the words on the page to light up, or something, but nothing happened. But the moment I heard movement from my bed I slammed the book shut and hid it behind me.

"Mmmmm. Hello, Master." Fuku greeted. Sitting up and adjusting her top so it revealed a reasonable amount of her cleavage. "As excellent as ever, master. You always know just how to pleasure me. And I hope I've done the same to you."

Intuition told me to play the part of a master, so that's what I did. "You never disappointment, Fuku."

Fukushima then pushed the covers off the bed to show her full frame. Her long legs hovered off the edge of the mattress; a queen sized bed, mind you. It was the only normal sized thing I had in my apartment, but now I had a jumbo sized sex goddess laying in it. The writings I completed came back to mind, I had to find a way to test it.

"Do you remember the day you swore yourself to me?" I asked.

"Of course, master. I relive it every night in my dreams." The fire in her eyes sparked, I heard her breathe quicken for a moment and her hands run up her body. Is she already horny? "The taste of the liquor as it burned in my throat like boiling water. That was our first kiss. Indirect of course, but still. And the night we shard afterward, oh what a night."

Afterward? I thought. I didn't write anything after the ceremony. But suddenly, I remembered that night. I remember pulling her on top of me and riding me cowgirl style. The first time her eyes caught fire and lit up the darkness of the forest surrounding us. Come to think of it. Burning in her throat were would be a type of spirit which I didn't specify. How is that possible? I could create a memory for her but if the details weren't specified, she could create them on her own, and would be added to my memory. Wow.

I had to keep experimenting. Putting on a new change of clothes, bringing the first notebook and a smaller one to slide into my pocket. Fukushima protested about me going out alone but I ultimately won the argument by ordering her to "Hold the Fort" which she smiled at. Heading out into the street I knew that I needed a secluded place to experiment and decided to make the nearby .public library as my laboratory.

I found the most secluded corner in the big ass library, picking up the nearest table and rolling chair into the corner with me. I couldn't go nuts so I drew a simple ball with shading and everything and wrote _"Rubber Ball" under it, and waited. Nothing happened at first until I felt something against my leg. Looking under the table I found a featureless rubber ball as expected, but it was the size of a yoga ball that barely fit under the table. I looked around me to check if anyone saw, thankfully I was alone. I returned to the notebook and added something to the writing, "12 cm"_ and the moment I looked back under the table and the ball changed to the size of a basketball.

That explains why Fukushima is so freaking tall. The things drawn in the book do become real, but without the important details they get filled in randomly. But does creating stuff apply to this specific notebook or any other. Then came the small notebook from my pocket. Since I knew the basic rules, I started getting creative and draw a small statue, making sure to label the size next to it. The statue was nothing special, just a woman in a dress with her, arms in the air, and I waited again. This time I actually witness come into being right in front of me on the table. It began as the haze you see on the road, then the physical texture of the statue came into focus. I recognized the material as white marble, the kind seen in like cathedrals or something, polished and perfect.

So, It doesn't matter what book I write in, and the same rules apply to the same circumstance. But are they permanent? I picked up the rubber ball and placed it alongside the statue. I decided to try the lazy solution and cross out the ball drawing. Nothing Happened. Then I did one pass across the page with the eraser, and the ball mimicked it in real life with the ball being cut in half sideways, with both haves somehow being suspended in the air. Well That's definitely interesting.

So I got the basics of this "Power" for lack of a better word. But their is so much more I had to be sure about. Only now I realize that I'm treating this whole thing Like a fucking comic. I'm creating shit, figuring out who or what they are and discovering the rules. I should be freaking the fuck out with all that's going on, I'm more curious about what else I can do with pencil and paper.

I suddenly got excited and made a B-line for the lobby and then out the door. I did the most determined power walk the world has ever seen all the way back to my apartment building. I walked through the door to my room and suddenly stopped when I felt cold steel against my neck.