Yet Another Fantasy 2.0/Chapter 4

(♫ Peter Gabriel - Deep Forest - While the Earth sleeps)

Chapter 4: Kena

Tags: dream, petting, gsolo

So completely exhausted was he by the hard usage the girl he’d rescued from that burning wreck had put him through, Leroy crashed hard despite the discomfort he was feeling from the ropes binding him to the bed and the pressure of the liquid within his belly. His dreams, nightmares really, were half-remembered things, but often the face of the girl that had so thoroughly raped him would appear and he would struggle to wake, but couldn’t, for he lacked the energy to do more than moan in his sleep.

Finally, after a seeming eternity, he started awake at the sensation of someone moving his left leg. His eyes flashed open and he gasped, for looming above him was the face of the twin-tailed blue-haired cat-girl innkeeper. He twitched, trying to pull away lest the girl, clad in smock dress and apron, repeat the actions of the other girl, but the motion caused the heavy liquid mass within his… his… his mind shied away from using the term womb, but what else could it be? The wicked girl’s deposit shifted inside him, making that chamber of flesh squeeze down, forcing an unwelcome awareness of its nature and just how fully she’d filled him. He groaned, a mixture of pleasure, humiliation, fear, and something unnameable, and the sound that issued from his lips was sweet enough to make the man he’d been cringe in shame.

It was also enough to make the innkeeper blush and look down on him with an apologetic smile. “Quelo zem…” she said in a soft tone, working Leroy’s second leg free, and allaying his worry over her intent. Once his limbs where fully free, Leroy became fully aware that another chamber in his small frame was full, and (to his surprise) a plaintive whine escaped his throat.

The innkeeper’s eyes widened behind her glasses and she scooped Leroy up in her arms, carrying him into a small bathroom and setting him down on the lip of the toilet seat. He was struggling to keep his bladder under control, unwilling to do anything in front of a child, even if she was taller then him, and still struggling with the mechanics of peeing without a penis. With every passing moment, however, the pressure inside his bladder kept growing and he found it hard to keep from squirming with the need to go.

His host held up a finger, clearly indicating that he should wait, and reached over to pick up a lidded pitcher. Pressing a lever to flip it open, she poured a small amount of fluid into the basin between Leroy’s slender thighs. Once done, she set the pitcher back where it had been, gave him a sweet smile, and stepped out of the tiny room, closing the door behind her.

She hadn’t been gone for more than a second, the door not even completely closed before his control failed and he shuddered with the pleasure of release, lightning seeming to race up his spine as his urethra was forced open by a thick stream of crystal clear pee. Part of his mind was thankful that that particular function had not changed since becoming this chocolate skinned little thing, but the rest was overwhelmed by the sensation, leaving him gasping as he gripped his knees and let out a long sweet tremulous whine. As the last droplets tinkled into the bowl beneath him, he found he was panting as if he’d just run a hundred meter dash. This body was just too sensitive, and he wasn’t sure if it had to do with all the craziness that had lead up to that moment, or a simple fact of female biology.

As his head slowly cleared, the overwhelming sensations of moments earlier leaving him a little dazed but able to focus on things outside himself once more, he looked around, finding a stack of soft paper squares with which to wipe himself off. Getting unsteadily to his feet he looked at the toilet, noting that it was not of any design he’d ever seen, with a tank sitting above on a snaking pipe, but it had three levers between the pipe and the toilet itself. His attempt to figure out how it might work came to naught and he didn’t want to break anything, so he left the toilet unflushed for the time being. Sighing softly, moved over to where a small basin with a single lever might be a sink, though it was uncomfortably tall… or rather he was too small. Pulling the lever did, indeed, cause a slit at the top of the basin to stream out clear cold water, and (standing on tip toes) he was able to locate a small brown cake of what turned out to be soap that smelled somewhat of sandalwood.

His hands now clean, he shut down the tap and dried his hands on a small coarse-spun towel. For a moment, he considered covering his nakedness with it, but it was too rough to be comfortable and too small to do much good. Slumping his shoulders, he gave another sigh and just opened the door.

The blue-haired cat-girl was waiting for him, so he waved back towards the toilet and made a confused gesture with his hands and shoulders. “I have no idea how that thing works.” The voice that came from him was so small and chime-like and so utterly alien to him that he found himself talking more and more quietly and he was painfully aware that he’d become all but inaudible even before he finished the sentence. He was also painfully aware that he was blushing crimson. His voice could not possibly as cute as it sounded to his own ears!

The innkeeper looked equally confused by what he said but she did head in and fiddle with the levers, making some effort to show Leroy in what order to operate them. The setup was such that in order for water to flush, the tank had to be cut off from the toilet itself. It was all overkill in Leroy’s mind, but he gave her a thankful smile for showing him how it was done.

Once that had been accomplished, the innkeeper held out a larger towel, a bath-sheet this time and Leroy took it, wondering what she meant for him to do with it. It was far softer than the hand-towel had been. She simply stared at him, and (after a long moment) he figured she must be expecting him to wear it, so he wrapped it around his body, then followed the girl as she nodded and motioned for him to come with her.

On the way out of the room, he glanced over at the bed, and saw the massive wet spot that bore silent testament to what had happened to him… he shuddered, not wanting to think about it. He was led down the stairs to one of the doors under the staircase and once more introduced to a steaming bathtub. The innkeeper remained standing by the tub and shook her head when Leroy gestured for her to leave. Pouting, but wanting to wash the stickiness and… and… the smell of that other girl off his body, he slid into the water and let out long relaxed sigh as he touched bottom.

The innkeeper went to work soaping up his long white hair and rinsing it off, the only sounds in the room were the splashing of water and two girls breathing. The calm was infectious, and the feeling of having his hair washed so relaxing that he nearly found himself dozing as the half-silence stretched on for several more minutes until that white mane was rinsed off and the cat-girl leaned back into his field of vision.

She lifted one of her own arms and gave it a firm pinch. “Awch!” She said dramatically. Leroy was confused, more so as the girl repeated the action two more times. Then she gestured down over Leroy’s body and repeated the word, this time as a question. “Awch?” She asked.

Leroy was quiet for a long moment. Then it hit him! The kid was asking him if he hurt anywhere. That… That… he didn’t want to, but he inhaled deeply to steady his nerves and took stock of his physical condition for the first time. His… he shuddered a little at the thought… His pussy was still aching from yesterday; the blonde had not been gentle and he had been quite a bit smaller than her. He looked down over himself, grimaced at the obvious bulge in that belly that could not possibly be his, but clearly was, then pointed down between his legs, and repeated the word. “Ouch.”

The innkeeper nodded, rolled the sleeve up on one arm, then said a few cryptic words that didn’t sound like the same language she’d been speaking earlier. For a moment, nothing happened, and then one of her palms began glowing white, and she reached down into the water. Before Leroy could do more than gasp in protest, the cat-girl had pressed her palm lightly to his tummy and swept it slowly downwards until it was cupped lightly over his plush cunny lips.

Unable to stop himself, he clamped his thighs together, letting out a whine at the contact, but the terrible aching faded away, leaving only the fullness inside him… inside his womb? Could he really have a womb? It seemed impossible to consider, but here he was in the body of a little girl, freshly raped by a bigger girl with a penis… a cock… a cock that had slammed up inside his pussy and… and had gone deep… deeper than it should have. He whimpered at the memory and shook his head to clear it.

“Awch?” she asked again, and after a moment, he realized that the pain was gone.

“No Ouch,” he confirmed, hoping she’d understand.

Nodding, the innkeeper withdrew her hand and stood up. She gestured to where she’d placed his towel atop another, and said something he didn’t understand before stepping out of the room.

For several moments, he sat in the water, stunned to silence by the realization of what had just happened. The girl had somehow soothed his discomfort with a few words and a light show. “What the hell did she do?” he thought to himself, refusing to believe the obviously impossible supposition that it might be magic. Clearly it was some kind of trick… “The same kind of trick that had resulted in a grown man somehow being in the body of a little girl?” a voice at the back of his mind asked, but he ignored it.

Eventually he climbed out of the tub and went about drying himself off. He had some issues wrapping up all that long white hair, something a few of his lady friends had done, but a skill he had never needed. Once his head was somewhat unflatteringly turbaned, he stood there in the buff, looking at himself in a burnished silver mirror, a chocolate-skinned pointed-eared girl with oddly iridescent yellow eyes looking back. Not a bit of hair anywhere beyond his head, smooth skin and some baby fat all the way down with just a hint of hips to speak off. The thighs had some meat to them, though the arms where slender, and from what he’d experienced, as strong as a girl that size would be. That made him frown, though the face in the reflection just did an annoyed pout and the ears twitched a moment. He paused at that and did it again, finding that he had a lot more control over those pointed ears than he’d had over the stubby human ones he’d had previously.

Behind him the door opened and the cat-girl entered, carrying a small pile of clothing with her. Her reflection smiled at Leroy from the mirror, and he saw her set the pile down on a small table, then slip back out once more.

“Clothing...” Leroy marveled to himself. He’d been naked for days now, long enough to almost get used to it… but now he’d be able to get dressed once more. How strange… he gave a small laugh, then covered his mouth with both hands as what came out was so very different from what he was used to. His laugh was like a tinkling of glass bells now, a sound that belonged to another world than the one he’d lived in all his life.

Shaking his head at the strangeness, he padded over to the table to see what the innkeeper had provided. A soft ruffled summer dress, very tiny white panties, and two very long straps of leather that had a few clips and buckles. Uncertain what the straps were for, he set them aside for the time being and instead picked up the panties. He was dumbfounded by how very tiny they were and how delicate the fabric was. It was like the merest hint of a covering, gauzier than tissue, but smooth and strong as silk, there was barely enough of them to cover the slit of his new form. They wouldn’t cover even his mons, let alone his ass. He gulped a little, his heart skipping a beat, part of him shouting that this was wrong, oh so very wrong. That men didn’t wear panties… and that little girls didn’t wear such clearly provocative panties.

Letting out a hiss of annoyance and knowing that protest was meaningless, he slid one dainty foot then the other through the leg holes and pulled those tiny pants up his thighs and out over his hips. The thin fabric kissed his plush pussy, hugging it snugly, forming itself to his flesh like a second skin and a pulse of wet heat welled up within his sex. Pouting in outrage at his new body’s reaction, he fiddled with the panties, trying to pull them higher, but finding they hung low on his hips and didn’t even cover the tiny nub of his clitoris at the top of his sex.

“Are these panties from the innkeeper’s personal stash?” he asked himself, then shook his head violently, trying to clear the sudden mental image of the cute cat-girl wearing panties just like this and nothing else. Inside his head he was shouting at himself, trying to stop that line of thought. She was cute, sure! A cat-girl, sure! But she was still just a kid, no matter how cool and collected and in charge she might seem to be.

The summer dress came on next, the hem dropping to just past his knees and the fabric so soft it felt like a cool breeze against his sensitive skin. He stepped before the mirror once more and toyed with the material. At rest it covered that small frame sufficiently with the many wrinkles and folds, but any sort of movement that would flatten fabric against smooth skin would show the chocolate beneath and outline every contour of little elf-girl flesh. Leroy found his ears turning a shade of pink, and his face heating up as a blush of embarrassment washed through him. The innkeeper might be providing cloths, but every piece of it had a semi-transparent quality to it. The dark skinned elf in the reflection was dangerous, oh so very dangerous.

A knock on the washroom door made her… him! Him! jump with a start. “O-oh, you can come in,” he said, then mentally slapped himself. She wouldn’t understand his words and was clearly just knocking to be polite, considering that she’d seen him freshly fucked and had her hands between his naked thighs. The blue-haired girl entered before he could finished his sentence or chiding himself. A warm bright beaming smile greeted him and melted his heart, so much so that he gave her a smile back.

Approaching Leroy, the innkeeper’s tail was swishing back and forth with excitement, clearly pleased to see him wearing her offerings. She paused by the table, picking up the leather straps, then she gestured for Leroy to follow her once more. Leading him to a table near the inn’s main desk, she dropped to her knees once he was seated, and began wrapping up his right leg with one of the straps, sliding it over the middle of his foot but leaving the heel and toes uncovered, and crisscrossing up the calf before using the buckles to secure it all in place.

As she repeated the process with the left, Leroy studied the effect, swinging his right leg freely, feeling the flex and give of the not-quite-a-sandal. It was not complete coverage, but he had been trekking through a desert barefoot for days and hadn’t really had too much trouble.

Her task finished, the innkeeper rose to her feet and went behind the counter to do something he couldn’t see, though the clink of cups and plates gave him some idea of what she was up to. Sliding to his feet, he took a few test steps, then walked around the table, finding the foot straps did give him some protection and increased traction. He did a hop, then a skip, then a small jump, then froze as the innkeeper giggled softly at his antics. He could only smile sheepishly at her and blush in return.

He sat back down at the table, feeling like a little kid waiting for mom to serve dinner. Moments later the cat-girl had set out two breakfast settings and motioned for him to eat. Some sort of berry juice, apple fritters, and some cheesed bread. A moment before, he hadn’t been hungry, but the sight of the food flipped a switch inside his head and suddenly he was ravenous.

Leroy devoured the meal, barely able to keep himself from cramming the food into his mouth. He’d only had water the day before and before that he’d been living off of cactus pulp. Licking the plate clean, he found the innkeeper had pushed a few sheets of paper and a grease pencil over to him. The top sheet had some stick figures. She pointed at one that had two triangles on the head then pointed to herself, then she pointed at one that has two sticks poking out of the head and pointed at Leroy.

Frowning in thought, Leroy set that paper to the side. The girl wanted some way to communicate, why the hell not this way he thought. He went to work, finding it was rather easy with the slim small fingers he now possessed. He drew some wavy lines and dunes and even some cacti to represent the dessert, then a stick figure of himself with the stick ears, then arrows from himself to the cacti. He repeated this a few times, then drew a burning boat crashing on the ground, pulling the girl from the wreckage, then taking the lift up to the inn. Finally he slide the drawings to the blue-haired girl and waited.

Nodding to herself, she went about drawing a stick figure with a round belly and pointed to the girl from the boat, then an arrow out of her and to a Leroy figure. Leroy let out a grunt, and shook his head. No, that girl wasn’t his mother! He took the pencil and scratched out what the cat-girl had just drawn. That made the innkeeper compress her lips and she set about drawing a few new things before sliding the resultant images over to Leroy.

The new drawing showed the boat girl talking to the innkeeper, with a bubble showing what she claimed, that she had crashed in the desert and that Leroy was her daughter. The cat-girl was remarkably good at making her meaning clear despite the lack of sophistication of her drawings.

Looking at the picture, Leroy found himself growing angry as he realized what must have happened. The girl whose life he’d saved had claimed he was her daughter so the innkeeper didn’t worry about the pair sharing a room. He dropped a hand to his slightly puffed out belly, feeling his own body heat through the thin summer dress, his ears dipped down as he seethed. So lost in his dark thoughts was he that he was caught completely by surprise when the innkeeper hugged him from behind, resting her chin on his head and letting out a soft purr.

He couldn’t help it; he melted into that hug, it was so soft, warm, and caring, doubly soothing after the horror show of the last few days. Why couldn’t he have meet this wonderful creature first, and not that damn boat-girl? She was probably a pirate or something else nefarious. His mood lightened considerably, and once the cat-girl was sure he was calm, she helped him to his feet.

The innkeeper patted herself on the chest. “Kena!” she declared.

“Ah, that must be her name!” Leroy thought, but before he could give her his name, she reached out and patted him on the chest. “Mena.” She declared.

He shook his head. “Leroy!” he declared, pointing at himself.

The innkeeper smiled and just repeated, “Mena” with an infuriatingly calm smile on her face.

Leroy was quite for a bit. He didn’t want to get into an argument after the girl had shown him so much kindness, and finally, after a long moment of self-reflection, repeated the words, himself as Mena and the innkeeper as Kena. He’d correct her later... once they figured out how to communicate with each other more accurately. Maybe Kena and Mena were the names of their races? Or Host and Guest? No point arguing when he didn’t know how to convey the nuances of meaning. Hell, he didn’t even know how to say, “I need a glass of water.” For the time being, and purely to keep things going smoothly he reasoned, he’d abide by the taller girl’s demand.

Kena smiled at his acquiescence and collected dishes, motioning once more for Leroy to follow her behind the counter. Moments later he was standing on a step stool, cleaning dishes at Kena’s pantomimed direction. Washing dishes for a meal and something to wear; Leroy was fine with those terms. It let him look over the cooking implements and appliances hidden by the counter. There where brass pipes, valves, levers, two ovens, two stoves. It all looked like something out of one of those steam-punk movie trailers he’d seen. Further study showed him that the ovens and stoves had faintly glowing red crystals inside or under the heating areas. He saw no electrical outlets, just more devices with crystals attached or housed within.

His curiosity grew apace, and he found himself itching to get a closer look at one of those crystals, but when he finished washing the dishes, Kena had him sit at a table with a pitcher, a cup, and a stack of three books. One book had copper rings for binding, another an iron spine, and the last had been made more in a style he was familiar with. Some sort of lettering he was not familiar with where on the fronts or spines of the books.

Before he could ask what they were Kena opened the largest one, and Leroy found the lettering rather large, while the edges of each page had scroll work and intricate artistry like the illuminated works by European monks from… from his homeworld? Yeah, he wasn’t in Kansas any more, and the munchkins had so far been girls, some with ulterior motives. Kena flipped through several pages until an illustration of an apple appeared. She pointed at it, then at at a word.

“Delen” the cat-girl declared.

Leroy frowned, unsure he was going to be able to pick up a written language by going right to words, but the oral was going to be decidedly easier. Kena was a kid after all, she almost certainly had never had to teach anyone to speak, read, or write before. Smiling at her, Leroy repeated, “Delen,” then he pointed at the apple. Nodding and smiling the cat-girl continued through the book, finding more examples in the illustrations as she went.

They spend until noon going over words and illustrations, then returning to repeat what was already discussed. Lunch was some sort of savory soup with only vegetables, though Kena looked ready to insist on Leroy eating the earthy tasting greens if he refused. Clearly, she thought he was a child, but to him they where slightly sweet and he relished the taste, much to Kena’s astonishment. Giggling lightly at Kena’s reaction, he made a show of cleaning his plate. Then it was back to washing dishes, and after that he was handed a broom and was tasked with sweeping out just the main area of the inn while Kena went to wash bedding. Eventually the pair returned to the book, though this time Leroy found himself on the cat-girl’s lap. Her flowery scent and soft warmth were not unwelcome, though she did end up distracting him several times with soft melting hugs.

Idly, he thought that if this is what it was like to have a big sister, he had clearly missed out. His thoughts turned to Elisabeth, and how he had had a few opportunities to be a big brother like this for her, chances he’d passed on because of his career and out of a knee-jerk need to resist feeling put upon by his parents.

Tickling fingers on his sides and thighs brought him out of his funk, and he squirmed helplessly as peels of sweet giggling laughter burst forth from his lips. Once he was breathless and limp, Kena pulled her hands away, then close the book, signaling that they were done with lessons for the day.

Dinner was served; steak, peas, and potatoes. Well, a fairly firm vegetable-thing that almost tasted a bit like beef and looked a fair amount like a t-bone. The taste was close enough that it fooled him until halfway through eating it he cut through the “bone”, which proved to be far softer than he’d expected. A close examination of the flesh had revealed its true nature, but he was still too hungry to care overly much, and it did taste good enough. Vegans and vegetarians from his world would have loved having access to whatever it was, even if it wasn’t as good as a real steak… or was it? He wasn’t certain and it wasn’t as if he could do a blind taste-test.

Afterwards – as he was washing the dishes – it occurred to him that not a single piece of real meat had been served. Perhaps Kena only served that to paying guests? Or maybe she actually was a vegetarian? Or had some kind of religious reason for not serving meat?

Afterwards, he was sent to wash up once more, with Kena stepping in to help him wrap up his hair in a proper towel-turban before leaving him with a selection of fresh clothing… in this case a transparent pink teddy and matching panties. The teddy hung open at the front except for a single clasp over the chest and the panties where rather small and tiny, smaller then the ones he had worn all day. They kissed his plush sex and drew upwards just enough to cover past the pouting slit, but went no further.

Heat built up within his sex, looking at the girl in his reflection, his face and ears both pink with a blush, pink nipples tenting the transparent material was a spot of dampness stained the panties. “Oh god, I’m going to have to try and sleep with this tonight? Why is she dressing me like… like… like...” He couldn’t bring himself to complete the thought while the girl in the mirror stared back at him.

Once he was dressed for bed, Kena led him to a large room on the first floor. It was clearly her own bedroom, with three alcoves, two of which had beds and the third was curtained off. The larger bed Kena pointed out was her own, while a smaller one was for Mena... for himself. Sliding into it, trying not to moan at how smooth the bed sheets felt against his skin, a bit of his previous worries resurfaced. Was he going to wake up pinned under another girl?

Kena must have sensed his worries, for she gave him a soft smile and patted him on the head, then drew the curtain to give him some privacy.

Alone in his bed, his next worry was how he was going to get to sleep with the heat in his belly, a hand sliding down to press against his cumflated tummy, but moments later his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep, white hair spread out like a pool of silk on the pillow.

Leroy’s dreams where less chaotic that night, with more form and substance and far less stressful, at least initially. Embarrassingly, most of them involved hugging Kena, snuggling with her in the bath, and sleeping with her in a snugly cuddle pile. It was all much safer and warmhearted then anything involving the girl from the boat, he thought. Unfortunately, thinking of the boat-girl caused the dreams to darken and he suddenly found himself once more bound to the bed, with the girl looming over him and sliding her fat clit dick into his pretty plush pussy.

The familiar fullness of a cock sliding into his sex jolted him from sleep and he gasped, eyes darting about the moonlit room. No girl was on top of her... him, no cock stuffed into his pussy, though it was aching with wet heat, tiny panties soaked through, while his bladder ached full. Taking one calming breath, then another, he slid out of bed and quested for Kena’s bathroom, finding it just beyond the door leading back to the inn’s common room.

Sleepy, aroused, and still somewhat out of it, he ignored the pitcher and Kena’s ritual with it, sliding panties down to knees before sitting on the toilet. A string of thick crystal clear arousal connected panties to sex, while the blonde’s face was still fresh in his mind. Why was he thinking about her, that look of lust and pleasure on her face. He reached down, parting his plush slit and relaxed, letting a thick stream out. The intense stimulation of emptying her… his bladder found his fingers in a V drifting to ether side of his inner lips and stroking the flesh there. Sweet pleasure flowed out to wash over belly and thighs, sex tightening down as the last few drops of pee wrung free. An accidental graze with a fingernail left a trail of heat against clit hood, and her... his pussy squeezed down hard, a soft whine escaping his throat.

Shocked, he jerked his hand away, ears and face burning in the dimness. Heart racing, he peeled the panties off and tossed them in the basin, then wiped himself down with some of that soft paper. Some anger at himself welled up; he couldn’t believe he was toying with himself with memories of what had happened playing in his mind. He… He was not a… a slut who got off on… on… on being raped by… by… He flushed the toilet with somewhat shaky hands, then rinsed his panties clean of his desire, snugging them damply in place before washing his hands.

Silently he returned to his bed to lay down, womb radiating contentment from being filled, sex squeezing down on itself. Now he really was having trouble getting to sleep. “How could a child’s body be so sensitive and needful?” he raged inside his own head, soft thighs squeezing together, small hands clutching at bed sheets, careful controlling his own breathing to try and calm himself. A part of his mind whispered that it would all be over much faster if he just gave in, if he just jilled her... himself to release and have done with it. But masturbating to his own rape was too humiliating, another win for that boat girl, an admission that he really was a slut who… who...

No, Leroy gritted his teeth, and slowly drifted off to a troubled sleep. For a few moments during his dreams, he was once more in that bubble in the gray mist. However Elisabeth had been replaced by the blonde, who was just as earnest for his attention as the dream Elisabeth. Even in his dream he was needy, and stretched the barrier thin, and the dream boat girl slipped into his dreams...