Vann woke to the sound of birds chirping, something soft
pressing into his face. He blinked and realized it wasn’t his pillow, but
Tyra’s pert breasts, smothering his mouth and nose as she snuggled him close in
her sleep. He struggled, trying to press away, but she just murmured, turning
over and keeping his entire body clung tightly to hers as she nuzzled her face
into the top of his head, ruffling his hair as though he were a favored teddy
bear.
He felt a quick buzz, and then sighed as he felt those
strong arms get stronger, his size slipping away as the sleeping knight
casually overpowered him.
Come on, he thought, she’s not even awake!
There was a quick gust of wind from nowhere, and he saw his
copy of Commandments and Rituals of Zenovia flutter open. The header on the
page read, “forced cuddling,” and as always showed in the illustration Tyra and
him, in a position very similar to where they were now, with his illustrated
doppelganger trying feebly to escape as Tyra’s cooed and pulled him close.
Tyra grumbled in her sleep, then finally sighed, “good
morning,” she yawned, leaning down to kiss the top of his head gently. She
glanced at the open book, then raised an eyebrow, “I can’t even snuggle with
you without your goddess getting off on it?” she teased, squeezing him tighter.
Their tentflap lifted open, and Eletha poked her face in,
“come on you two, time to get up!” she rolled her eyes when she saw them
embraced, “I can’t believe it took a goddess to get the two of you together,”
she muttered.
“Do you want these back?” Vann asked, pointing to a pair of
white panties in the corner of the tent.
Eletha sniffed, “you will wash them and present them to me
properly cleaned, for now put them in with your things.” With that she pulled
her head out of the tent, joining Chadwick in clearing up their camp.
…
“Right,” Chadwick said, looking down at the valley on the
far side of the mountains they’d crossed, “This area isn’t well charted, I
don’t know of any settlers other than the witch.” He pointed to a curling whisp
of grey smoke in the distance, close alongside a running river that glistened
slightly in the early morning light, “that is probably Enid’s home,” he
surmised.
“So how do we do this?” Vann asked, straining to see
further. He scowled as Tyra playfully hooked him under his armpits and placed
him a nearby rock, letting him stand at the same height as the rest of them.
“Do you guys usually just run in and kill the lead monster or-“
The other three chuckled, “points for eagerness,” Eletha
said with a smirk, “but given our target is said to be human, we should at
least attempt talking.”
“She’s said to like sweets,” Chadwick said, patting his bag,
“I’ve brought some from the confectioner in town.”
“So we’re going to give her candy, and ask her to come with us?”
Vann asked, not sure he was fully grasping the plan.
“Yep,” Tyra said with a smile, “we can’t just act like a
band of murderous hobos Vann, we’re the law out here, things can get ugly if we
just beat up every orc we see, I mean what if they sue us in the territorial
court?”
“Do you think Enid of the wilds would… bring suit against
us?” Vann asked curiously.
“Gods only know Vann,” Chadwick growled, “Eletha and I have
encountered some beasts that turned out to be very convincing before a judge.”
“That ogre you guys caught was Garthok the Despoiler, the
wanted one was Garthok the Maimer,” Tyra said, rolling her eyes, “he kept
insisting that the whole time you were fighting him.”
“That greedy beast took me for half my gold,” Eletha
muttered.
“No, he took a very reasonable settlement,” Chadwick sighed,
“now let’s be on our way…”
…
Deep in the darkened valley beyond the mountains a cauldron
bubbled, and the wizened crone’s face lit with glee, cackling as she saw the
adventurers start in her direction. A black cat leapt upon the table, and with
a scowl she swept it off, clearing a way to her spellbooks.
“So, you think you’re taking Enid in, eh?” she tittered,
“I’ll show them, I’ll show them all!”
The vision of the approaching party bubbled and rippled away
as a wooden spoon dipped into the cauldron, stirring the green mixture as steam
and smoke filled the small cottage. The knobbed and gnarled hands grabbed a
smattering of powders from the table, tossing them into the bubbling morass.
Outside the cabin, vines began to move on their own, and
gaping pink flytrap maws the size of wagon wheels opened.
…
“This looks like the place,” Chadwick muttered, glancing at
the cottage. It had a cozy look to it, built of felled logs and with a well
thatched roof, ivy growing around the sides. The curtains were drawn over the
windows, but they shifted slightly, as though tracing someone’s hurried
movements inside.
“Should I go knock?” Tyra asked, hand on the pommel of her
sword. Vann nodded, stepping back and gesturing for Vann and Eletha to get
behind him as he hefted his own shield off his back. Tyra rapped on the door
three times, then scurried back to them.
With a slow creek that drifted over the midday quiet of the
valley, the heavy wooden door drifted open, revealing a black portal to the
inside of the cabin. A smell like cinnamon and nutmeg washed over them, and a
hoary haggard claw of a hand appeared gripping the head of an ornately carved
walking cane. A snake motif was traced down the side of it, the mouth of the
creature at the pommel where that shaky gnarled hand with yellow nails gripped
it.
“Why hello my pretties,” Enid cackled, stepping into the
clearing, “more from Sweetwort? Have you come to have your fortunes told?” A
hunched figure in a red cloak stepped out into the light, revealing a head of
whispy white hair and a bulbous nose covered in warts. “Perhaps do you need
some… medicine, to help to help your love life?” She cackled, and as she did a
bright red amulet on a gold chain bounced against her aged chest.
Chadwick cleared his throat, “Enid of the Wilds, you are
suspected of organizing goblin raids on the town of Sweetwort, and on
merchants, the mayor has authorized me to place you under arrest or…” He
sighed, “well look, Enid, we’re both reasonable people? Why don’t you just
answer some of our questions?” he unhooked the bag of sweets from his belt,
undoing the drawstring and letting the haggard crone see the brightly colored
candies inside, “we could discuss it over some of these?” He picked one up, popping
it into his mouth and chewing slowly.
Enid’s cloudy eyes narrowed, “You must think I’m quite the
fool, to give myself and my secrets up for a bag of sourballs!” she gestured
around, “do you see any goblins boy? Not a one since you entered my domain,
they fear it as much as you do.”
“She’s got a point,” Vann said, “we haven’t seen any sign of
them, no camps, no spearheads, nothing.”
“I, Enid the human, Enid of the wilds, rule this valley, and
I will not suffer them!” she sneered, “for hundreds of years I have practiced
my craft here, my knowledge is deep and ancient.”
“No one said it isn’t,” Chadwick began, trying to calm her
down. Behind him the other three members of the party engaged in hushed
conversation.
“Pfft,” Eletha said, rolling her eyes, “oh no, look out, the
human is hundreds of years old,” she said sarcastically. “I’ve got socks that
old…”
“Not every race takes decades getting out of diapers,” Tyra teased, causing
the elf to scowl.
“Something’s off,” Vann muttered, “who introduces themselves
as ‘the human’ anyway?”
“That’s true,” Eletha mused, “you guys don’t usually
advertise like that… and isn’t hundreds of years a little long for your
lifespans?”
“She could have used magic to extend hers?” Tyra hissed.
“No,” Eletha muttered, “humans who do that have a certain…
aura about them.” She glanced at the ruby red necklace around the crone’s neck,
bobbing as she continued arguing with Chadwick. “Vann,” she whispered, “can you
grab that necklace off her? I don’t know if I’ve got the power for it, she’s
radiating a pretty strong shield.”
He nodded, focusing his energy as Chadwick kept talking,
“and furthermore,” the knight said testily, “if you really haven’t done
anything wrong, we’ll let you go!”
“Please,” the witch sneered, “you’d- HEY!” a thin wisp of
white smoke seemed to materialize out of thin air, hooking the necklace and
drawing it over her head. She snapped her fingers, and Vann’s tendril of magic
was cut off, stinging him slightly and causing the necklace to plummet to the ground.
“What on…” Chadwick began, eyes wide as the illusion
vanished.
There was a quick shimmer in the air, and the haggard crone
was gone. Standing before them was a girl, with bright silver hair, and a pair
of foxlike ears sticking off the top of her head, now lying flat as she looked
around in panic, a bushy white tail twitching nervously behind her. She stepped
back, her purple eyes darting around, looking at them as if she suddenly felt
naked.
“U-Uh,” she gulped, steeling herself. Her fists clenched and
she defiantly walked up to Chadwick, her short stature bringing her up to just
below his chest. “Now you see here!” she said fiercely, her voice going from
aged and eerie to a high pitched, girlish tone as she tapped Chadwick’s armor
angrily, “I am done with your questions! You are all trespassing! Now go, and
leave the bag of candy!”
“Oh gods, she’s adorable!” Tyra gushed.
“Give her the candy Chadwick,” Eletha said with a smug
smirk, “we’ll just tell the mayor she’s innocent, just a cute little fox-girl
living out here all alone.”
“C-CUTE!?” Enid’s fists were balled, and her face was bright
red as the tension left the party. Only Vann kept his guard up.
“Uh, guys,” he warned, readying a spell.
“Sorry to bother you Enid,” Chadwick said, playfully patting
her on the head and ruffling those foxlike ears.
Chadwick’s chuckle was cut off by a scream of terror as a
vine burst from the ground, wrapping around his ankle and lifting him high in
the air. More tendrils burst forth from the ground, whipping at the rest of the
party.
“CUTE HUH!?” Enid roared as a mass of vines seemed to leap
from the forest for Eletha. The elf screamed, hurling a fireball that burned
away the mass just as it reached her. From the trees a green maw rose, a
massive flytrap with teeth and spindling green tendrils that reached for them.
“LOOK AT THE CUTE FOXGIRL!” She shouted, “SHE PROBABLY GROWS POSIES, RIGHT?”
she gestured to the massive venus flytrap, which had ensnared Tyra, lifting the
knight towards its maw even as she hacked furiously at the vines.
Vann snarled, and with a few chants the vines holding Tyra
burst into flame, dropping her to the ground with a thud. He spun his staff, fireballs
quickly flying out and burning the vines before they could even rise from the
ground.
Enid had casually walked over to the dropped bag of sweets,
and picked up and started snacking on them, “You’re a handsome one,” she said
with a smile, looking up at Chadwick as the vines wrapped around him. She
popped another sourball into her mouth, savoring the sweet flavor, “you humans
really do make the best snacks… both for cute fox girls… and their
plants.” Chadwick squirmed, a fierce expression on his face as the vines
started bringing him towards the flytrap’s mouth.
Vann breathed out slowly, pointing his staff at the massive plant-thing’s
head. He chanted a spell from memory that he knew he would pay for dearly, but
this had to end. A small white ball shot out of his staff, making contact with
the flytrap’s mouth. There was a boom, and then a flash, chunks of green plant
pulp rained down on them, splattering the ground as the vines went limp.
“My flytrap!” Enid squealed angrily, throwing the bag of
sweets to the ground. She stomped towards Vann, who was steadying himself as he
watched the world expand around him. “Listen up you big…” she paused, realizing
she now towered a head taller than Vann as his shrinking finished.
“L-Let’s just calm down,” Vann said nervously, looking at
the petite fox-girl, who now loomed over him.
A smug smirk crossed her face, “well, well, well, who’s cute
now?” she reached down and flicked his nose, and he grunted as he felt himself
lose another inch of height. “This is neat,” Enid mused, “why are you getting
smaller?”
“Get away from him!” Tyra shouted, advancing with her sword
drawn.
Vann held up a hand, warding her off, “I am a champion of
the goddess Zenovia,” he said, “I’d be happy to tell you more, if we could all
just calm down…”
Enid’s ear flickered curiously, and she glanced at the rest
of the party. Eletha had a glowing orb of blue fire as she walked towards them,
and Chadwick had finished hacking away the vines and was joining her, a scowl
on his face.
“I’ll talk,” she said loudly, a small smirk on her face,
“only to this cute boy though.” She turned back towards her cabin, gesturing
for him to follow her.
“Are you mad?” Chadwick shouted, “we’re not going to let you
just-“
“I’ve got a few more interesting plants around,” Enid
warned, “the cute mage comes to talk to me, or you’re fertilizer.” She snapped
her fingers, and a series of fruit bushes and vines seemed to snake their way
from the back of her cabin, bringing ripe looking melons, tomatoes, and
strawberries into view. “Why don’t you all enjoy some refreshments? You’ve come
a long way.”
“I’m going to go inside and… question her,” Vann said,
looking back at the others, “I’ll shout if I need help…”
Enid giggled as he slowly walked inside with her, looking
around cautiously. Behind him he saw Tyra sigh, and cut herself a melon from
one of the provided vines. She gave him a quick nod and a smile as the door
closed.
Vann took a quick look around the cabin. It was somewhat
messy, strewn with potion ingredients, unwashed dishes, and a large bookshelf.
A black cat napped in a bed in a small living area, with a large easy chair
that the fox-girl walked towards, her shining white tail swishing behind her.
“So, Zenovia,” she chuckled, pulling a sash on her red robe,
loosening it, “I never thought I’d meet a follower of hers, last I knew her
priesthood was extinct.” She plopped herself in the chair, and Vann gulped as
he saw that she wore only a simple pair of cotton undergarments beneath the
robe, giving him an ample look at the curve of her hips and the pert breasts
that had been hidden beneath the billowy garment.
“Yes,” he nodded, trying not to stare, “As far as I know,
I’m the only one right now.”
“And a man too,” she giggled. She kicked off a pair of
blocky wooden sandals, propping her bare feet up on a velvet ottoman in front
of her chair. They were dainty things, but with a layer of dirt on the soles,
no doubt picked up from walks through her garden. She pointed at them
imperiously, “foot rub, now.”
Vann found himself compelled to walk over to her, placing
his staff on the ground as he knelt, beginning to massage her feet. His fingers
traced over her soles, applying pressure and causing her to sigh happily as she
melted into the chair.
“Good boy,” she said dreamily, watching as the action made
him dwindle slightly. “I really only know a little about Zenovia, but I figured
you’d have to obey my commands…” she paused, “is she going to make you smaller
the longer you rub my-“
“Yes,” Vann said quickly, “and just so you know, you won’t
be able to command me to hurt myself or my friends, so-“
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she chuckled, “but… keep going.” She
wiggled her toes playfully at him, toes that were slowly but steadily growing
larger. She bit her lip, fighting a smug laugh at his expression, “okay, Vann,
was it? You came to ask questions, ask them!”
He blinked, compelled to keep gently squeezing and caressing
the ever-enlarging soles in front of him, “Why do you disguise yourself as that
hag?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes, “you really have to ask that? After how
your friends reacted? If Enid of the wilds is a scary old crone, people take
her seriously, they pay money to get their fortunes read, get their health
fixed, purify their water, whatever. If Enid of the wilds is someone who looks
like me,” she gestured to her foxlike ears, “then she’s just some goofy brat
playing with plants in the woods, it doesn’t matter how many miracles I work,
or that I’ve been taming plants longer than half your village has been alive,
first impressions are tough to beat.”
“I know what it can be like, not having people take you
seriously,” he muttered. He grimaced as he realized he now had to stand up to
keep rubbing her feet, his arms stretching over the edge of the ottoman her
feet rested on as he tried to continue following her commands.
“Awww,” she teased, cooing at him, “let me help you up.” She
reached for him, her hands, now the size of his torso, easily going under his
arms and lifting him like a doll onto the piece of furniture. She leaned back
again and gestured for him to continue.
“I suppose my next question is fairly obvious,” Vann said,
gulping as he drifted below her outstretched foot in height, “are you
responsible for the goblin raids?”
She snorted, “nah, I talk to them sometimes, but our
relationship isn’t great, any that wander down here know they have a good
chance of being plant food if they don’t behave.” She thought a moment,
“they’ve been weird lately, all the chiefs are answering to someone. I’m
worried they’ll try to burn me out.”
Vann almost jumped with excitement, even if that wouldn’t
have let him reach her now towering toes, “Do you know who leads them?” he
asked eagerly.
Enid shrugged, “I don’t know, a friend and I were going to
look into it.”
“That’s great!” Vann said, “you should come with us, we can
resolve this whole thing and-“
“I’ll think about it,” she purred, watching with smug
satisfaction as his height dropped below her field of vision, obscured
completely by her upright foot. She lazily moved it aside, revealing the now
doll sized Vann. “That was a good foot rub,” she said, gently scrunching her
foot and patting him on his head using her big toe. “Let’s cap it off with a
little kiss.” Vann grimaced, looking at the dirty sole, then leaned in, gently
smooching the ridged skin. There was a slightly salty, earthy taste that stuck
to his lips, the mix of soil and sweat no doubt.
“Well, if we’ve nothing else to talk about,” Vann said
nervously, looking up at the now enormous fox-girl who was playfully eyeing
him, “why not return me to my friends?”
She just snickered, reaching out and snatching him off the
ottoman as she sat up, placing her feet on the floor. She looked at him, eyes
wide, she gently tugged on his arms, gripping him tightly in her hand as her
fingers explored his limbs, his chest… he started as her fingertip traced over
the crotch of his pants.
“This is so fun,” she said, licking her lips, “just…
manhandling you like this.” She playfully held him upside down, causing his
head to spin as she gently squeezed his feet between her thumb and forefinger,
“I really like tossing people around with my vines, tying them up… but with
you? I can just do it with my fingers.” She giggled, “it’s an odd sensation, an
enjoyable one.” She pinched his middle, causing him to yelp with surprise. “Is
it fun for you too?”
“Well…” he thought uncertainly, “It’s… okay.”
“It’s okay,” Enid repeated in a mocking voice. She stood up,
walking towards her bedroom with him, “now I understand you get magic power
from these… shows of faith,” Enid laughed, “but a boy like you, who willingly
pledges himself to such a deity?” She walked over to a small dresser, opening
it, “I think there’s more than power to it, you must be enjoying yourself.”
She fumbled in the drawer for something while he thought on
the matter, she might be right, he realized with a start, I’ve been
thinking of this as a tradeoff but… is it really?
“Here we go,” Enid laughed, pulling a smooth phallic object
from the drawer. Vann looked at it curiously, having never seen it’s like
before. It was made of a shining material he didn’t recognize, and it buzzed on
and off as the fox-girl playfully flicked a switch. “Those dwarven devices,”
she chuckled, holding the dildo next to him. Vann gulped as he realized he was
just slightly taller than it was, the tip would have come up to the point of his
chin had they been standing side to side.
“I guess I should squeeze you, maybe call you a cute little toy for
a few more minutes,” Enid said as a smile traced her features, “get you down to
the size of Mister buzzy here.” She regarded him again, “it’s fitting, this
toy,” she hefted it, “gets me off,” she hefted him next, “and this one, gets
Zenovia off, that’s your role pretty much, right? What you’re all about?” She
laughed, “kind of a silly thing to pledge your life to, isn’t it? Come on, you
can tell me, don’t you wish you were like me, or the elf, and just had some
magic?”
“I…” he gulped, then frowned, “No, she gave me a chance when
nobody else would, even when by all rights she should have just ignored me, and
she’s given me the power to follow my own selfish dreams too.” He laughed, “and
yes, I’ll admit I’m enjoying these things that happen to me, I love being the
champion of Zenovia! She’s perfect, I’ll kiss every boot in the world if it
makes her happy.”
…
In a far off realm, sectioned off in the cosmos by the will
of the gods, Zenovia, watched the scene unfold, fanning her flushed face
slightly with a goofy grin on her face.
“Well, that’s never happened before,” she said with a
girlish giggle.
…
“Hmph,” Enid said with a shrug, “whatever you say Vann,” she
compared him to her buzzing toy again, and grinned widely. “Looks like you just
reached the perfect size.” She bent over, pulling her panties down, stepping
out of them to reveal the creamy pale skin of her round bottom, and her
womanhood with a forest of hair over it, the same silvery white shining color
as her head.
She crawled onto her bed, a small cot sized mattress with a
carved headboard depicting snakes and foxes, and adorned with an ornate red,
brown, and yellow quilt she didn’t bother to pull back. She pulled idly at his
clothing, and as if sensing her intent the uniform of Zenovia’s champion flew away
from Vann, seeming eager to remove itself as a barrier to Enid’s lust.
“That’s a neat trick,” she giggled, watching his white
clothing slip off him of it’s own free will, “hold still.”
She leaned forward, her pink lips parting as
she closed her eyes. For a moment Vann was sure her small pink tongue would
dart out to lick him, but he panicked as her lips passed over his head,
bringing his entire upper half into her mouth as though he were a lollipop. Her
tongue assaulted him then, a slimy powerful serpent, coating his hair, his
chest, his arms, with her gooey saliva. He felt the slight burning sensation of
her spit flooding his nose, and he struggled not to sputter and cough as the
tongue continued to play with him. There was a sucking sound, and he suddenly
found himself pulled further in, her tongue tracing ever lower on his body.
“E-Enid, be careful!” he
protested, feeling her lips slip lower on his body, only his legs stuck out
from her lips now, and a second later she slurped again, drawing his head into
the back of her throat and leaving only his feet, desperately trying to hook
themselves around her soft lips as an anchor.
Enid glanced at her dresser
mirror, giggling as she saw the tiny feet wiggling, sticking out of her mouth.
She wanted to reassure him, but… well, he’d be fine. Her tongue found his tiny
erection, and started playing with it casually. He groaned, trying to follow it
with his pelvis as she playfully brought him to the edge, the pulled away.
“Come on,” he moaned desperately.
As if hearing him the tongue
returned, running up and down him and causing him to spurt violently into the warm
darkness of her mouth. His tiny orgasm mixed with her spit, washed away with
one loud gulping swallow that caused the walls of her cheeks to press against
him.
“Mmm…” she giggled, pulling
him out of her mouth by his ankles. He gasped, both from the exertion of the
orgasm, and in gratitude for the air outside her mouth. “You seem like you’re
slick enough now,” she said with a wink.
Before he could say anything else
she began lowering him down, and he took a deep breath as he was passed through
another pair of lips, this one tightening around him and squeezing against him
as the roar of Enid’s moaning echoed down to him. He fought for air, his
thrashing only seeming to drive her wilder as she thrust his tiny body in and
out of herself.
“Oh fuck,” she growled, biting
her lip and smiling as her foxlike ears went back, “hold your breath tiny, we’re
not there yet!”
Vann took a gasp as he was
brought out, then plunged back in. The spit she’d soaked him with before was
rapidly being replaced by the sticky pungent juices inside her, and he was
feeling battered from the way her womanhood seemed to grip him, pulling against
her hand as it pulled him backwards for another thrust.
Enid screamed one final time,
and this time he wasn’t pulled out, instead crushed from all sides by her
orgasm as she left him inside for the climax. Vann’s vision swam, he released
his breath with a cough, breathing in the thick gooey juices flowing around
him. For a moment he thought that would the end of him, but a second later he
was pulled free, the light returning and the spots disappearing from his vision
as he found the air again.
A massive rush of magical energy
flowed into him, more than making up for everything he’d spent earlier. He
glanced up in a daze as the womanhood that had swallowed him easily swelled
from the size of a tent, to the size of castle, the bent legs of the fox-girl becoming
massive towers on either side of him.
“Oh, you’re still getting
smaller,” Enid said dreamily, leaning up. “That’s okay I guess; you’re done for
now.” She reached down to pinch him between her fingers, squinting as she
brought him up to her eyes. “You look pretty tuckered out,” she giggled, “just
relax for a little bit, then we’ll go talk to your friends.”
Vann weakly gave her a thumbs
up.
…
Enid’s door slammed open, causing
the three adventurers waiting in her front yard to look up in surprise. The two
knights had piled their armor nearby, and Eletha was savoring a juicy cantaloupe
that left juices stringing down her chin as she glanced up. The fox-girl
strutted out with a smile, practically glowing. As she walked the flowers in
her garden bloomed, and one of the fruit vines seemed to reach up and offer her
a strawberry, which she took happily and popped into her mouth.
“Vann and I have come to an
agreement,” she said happily, “I, Enid of the Wilds, will accompany your party
to determine the source of the goblin activity.”
Chadwick blinked, “That’s
great!” he said with a smile, “you’d be a great boon to have at our side, where
is Vann?”
With a flourish Enid held up
her fist, opening it to reveal Vann, sprawled across her palm, thankfully
clothed in his white vestments. Tyra reached forward, plucking up her tiny friend
out of her hand, looking him over for injuries with a frown.
“I’m fine,” Vann managed, “just…
tired.”
“You’re carrying a lot of
magic suddenly,” Eletha said with a knowing grin, “I think I know how your deal
with the fox was arranged…”
“Right,” Chadwick muttered, slightly
uncomfortable, “well, I’m glad to see things have worked out, are you prepared
to leave?”
“Tomorrow morning,” Enid said
dismissively, “I need to work on my plants, feed my cat, and a friend of mine
is meeting me, one who will be eager to assist us I think.”
Chadwick nodded, “of course,
the more able hands the better…” he glanced at the strewn vines and bit his lip
nervously, “is it… safe, to camp here?”
“With my blessing you’re safer
in my garden than almost anywhere else in the world,” Enid said with a wave, “camp
as you wish.” She gave a sly grin, “of course Vann, if you wanted to stay
inside, you know where to find me.” With that she turned, her silver tail
swishing in time to the sashay of her hips as she returned to the cabin.
“Well done,” Chadwick
breathed, looking down at Vann with a smile, “you did a far better job than I
did convincing her to cooperate.”
“Just my natural charisma,” Vann
said with a sleepy smile.
“Just take some time to rest
up,” Tyra said, lifting his tiny form up to the neck of her shirt. She gently
placed his tiny form into her cleavage, stuffing him down into the dark warmth
between the dark skin of her breasts. Vann collapsed, letting that warm skin
mold around him, the thump of her heartbeat lulling him quickly to sleep.
…
“Hello Vann,” Zenovia said
happily.
He blinked, realizing he was strapped
into some kind of contraption. He looked from side to side, realizing he was shackled
into an X shaped beam, his ankles were similarly bound, and he was naked save
for his underwear, pure white and with Zenovia’s heart and whip sigil right
over the center. He wasn’t quite sure where
he was, but it was in a column of light in an otherwise dark room.
Zenovia herself walked into
view next, her normal flowing white robes replaced by a black leather corset,
the clack of her ebony heels echoed across the floor as she approached his
bound form. She wasn’t her usual size at hundreds of feet tall, but she still
towered at something close to seven feet, a true amazon. The way her fingers drummed the whip in her hand made Vann nervous…
“Z-Zenovia,” he managed, “if you’re
angry about something just-“
“Hush,” she said, putting a
finger over his lips. She paused a moment, then smirked and snapped her
fingers. A bright red ball gag appeared in his mouth, silencing his protests. “I’m
not mad, I’m very happy with you actually…” she sighed, running her fingers
through his hair, “I saw what you said to the witch, I was very flattered… I
had my doubts about you, but I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
She leaned in close, “and just wait until you die!”
“MPFF?” he sputtered in shock
through the gag.
She leaned back, a little
amused, “oh relax, I just meant you’re coming home to me, not that you’re going
to pass soon… I mean, probably not.”
He tried to speak, and she
rolled her eyes, snapping her fingers again and causing the gag to disappear, “I
meant every word!” he insisted, “I’m going to be the best champion you’ve ever
had!”
Zenovia grinned, “we’ll see,
for now the enthusiasm is noted.” She gripped the whip a moment, “say Vann,
would you like to know the fun part of this being a dream?”
“W-what?” he asked, gulping.
“You only hurt as much as you
want to,” she laughed, cracking her whip in the air playfully.
…
Tyra felt Vann squirm slightly
from his spot trapped inside her shirt. She smiled, hoping he was having a
pleasant dream.