If there was a better way to start the day than with a eyeful of boobs, you certainly couldn't imagine one. Dangled above you like a heavy pair of water balloons, looking just about ready to fall out of the low-cut top that was their only covering and onto your face, they captured your eyes and your imagination, and only the cooing voice you heard next took you out of that trance.

“Ah! Finally awake? Good morning, human!” It was a sultry voice, with all texture of a feather caressing your cheeks.

You looked up from those tits at the face that had spoken. She was a total stranger, yet looked at you with total adoration. Her face was gorgeous. But there as something off about her that you noticed only when you saw something move atop her head: a pair of cat ears sprouting from her raven hair.

That was weird enough by itself, but it wasn't even the half of it, as you saw once you sat up. She was huge, for one thing, and so was the room you were in—a library from the looks of it, with wooden everything and hardly any light. For another, those ears weren't her only cat-like feature; her arms and legs were covered in fur from the knees and elbows down, and behind her you saw a furry tail flicking back and forth.

You should have been freaked out about it all, and most of all about being the size of a mouse, but you couldn't think about anything except how hot she was. You didn't even react when she scooped you up, and lay meekly in her palm while she brought you closer.

“To think I could find such a human just lying there, all for me. Good thing no one else found you before me!” She stroked you excitedly, running the pad of her thumb up and down your body, even dwelling on your crotch for one thrilling moment. “He he! You like that, little guy? So cute! I could just eat. You. Up!” Her lips pulled back as she laughed, showing you her glistening fangs. You might not have thought much about them on the floor, but here and now they were too close for comfort. You made yourself, thinking it was just a tasteless joke, but still you gripped her fur nervously and sat up.

“You know, I always wondered what humans taste like. Maybe you could help me find out~.”

As she opened her mouth wide and began pulling you towards it, you jumped off her hand and landed on the floor below. Landing without any damage to yourself, you bolted away as soon as you could stand, ignoring the catgirl's cries behind you. “W-wait, human! Come back! Did I scare you? I was only kidding!” You heard her coming after you, but you ran far faster than you would have thought possible, nimble as a mouse, and you could dash under chairs and tables that she had to go around. You had considerably expanded your lead over her when you heard another voice.

“Did somebody say 'human'?”

Ahead of you, another beast-woman stepped out from behind one of the bookcases, a wolf-woman with a long dress and a pair of glasses, carrying a big stack of books. Being too late to switch direction, you simply ran under her dress and past her paws, hearing her say “Oh my!” as you emerged behind her.

The front door was closed but there was an open window with a table beside it you could jump out from. You ran like a mouse, but could you climb like a mouse?

You jumped on the leg of the chair and started going up by leaps and bounds, while the two beast women called out to you. “Human, please stop that! It's not safe for you out there!” “Human, come back! I'm sorry I scared you!” They sounded really concerned, but you weren't about to fall for that again. These women may talk sweet as sugar, but the moment you trusted them—CHOMP!—you'd be nothing but cat food, or maybe wolf chow.

From near the top of the chair you jumped to the table, and from there a running leap took you over the windowsill. But even before landing, you were hit with regret as you saw several more beast-women outside. A sheep, a cow, a fox, and even a mouse girl, among others further away, all turned to look at you flying out the window. You were still picking yourself up after a rough landing when their cries of “Human!” met your ears. Without a word exchanged between them they formed a ring around you, their hands low to the ground and ready to grab you should you try to run past them. Soothing voices spoke, urging you to calm down. The ring closed in on you, slowly at first, then faster as the women seemed to grow jealous, each of them trying to catch you before the others could. The fox girl was the first to make a swipe at you; you jumped away, and right into the hands of the grey-furred mouse girl.

“Gotcha!” Her fingers wrapped tight around you, like pythons trying to squeeze you to death, and though they eased up afterwards they still hardly let you move. “You're all mine now! We're going to have so much fun together, my lovely little human!” You feared the worst as she brought you towards her face, and bit her viciously before you got too close. “Yowch!” Her fingers first trembled, then jerked away from you and let you fall, but the cowgirl was at the wings ready to snatch you out of the air.

“You girls have no idea how to treat a human.” Her fingers held you firmly, and though you tried to bite them, she blocked your attempts with the tip of her thumb, which like that of her other fingers was hard like a hoof. “If you want them to feel safe, you need to show them some love first, like so.” The woman suddenly let you go, and you fell down to land between her huge, soft boobs.

The surprise left you stunned, and as she grabbed her breasts and started bouncing them one at a time, it was all you could do not to sink deeper into her cleavage.

If that had been the end of it, you might have been glad to stay with that cow woman and her tits all day long, maybe for the rest of your life. But the others, growing more jealous at seeing you so happy with her, crowded around and tried to snatch you away. The cow woman covered her cleavage to protect you, but with all the commotion you were eager to escape again and you wriggled out the bottom, falling down her shirt to land at her hooves. None of them saw it, and you quickly left them behind, running down the street towards the nearest alleyway. It was only as you were nearing the corner that you realized someone was chasing you.

Looking back, you saw the catgirl from the library giving chase. Quickly you rounded the corner, but as soon as you did you were punted in the chest by a tall, athletic dog girl. Her eyes went wide as she saw you on the ground, and, seeing the cat girl running for you, she pounced on you at the same time the other woman. Both their hands closed around you, one of them holding you from the waist up, the other by the legs. In the tussle that followed, both women tried to claim you for their own and snatch you out of the other's claws, though to you it felt more like they were trying to rip you in half.

It was such a relief when you finally slipped out of their hands and were flung away, soaring between a pair of curtains to land on a messy bed, right next to a white-haired rabbit girl who looked almost as startled as you.

You hurried off the bed as soon as you could and ran for the door. It was closed, so you tried to squeeze underneath it, but even at your size the gap was too small for you to fit. Hearing the girl get up behind you, you scurried under the set of drawers in the corner where you hoped you'd be out of her reach.

“Hey! Over here!” the catgirl called from the window. Then you heard a minor scuffle and the dog girl spoke up. “Hey, uh... Sherrie, right? Sorry to bother you. I was just taking my human to be registered when she tried to take him from me and threw him through your window. You wouldn't mind giving him back to me, would you?”

All you could see of the bunny girl were her white paws as she walked to the window. There was a loud slam when she reached, and the muffled voices of the cat and dog girls, and then the bunny girl walked over to you, kneeling by the corner of these drawers with her head resting on the flood. Her red eyes searched the darkness for a moment before locking on you.

“You can come out now, you know; those two won't be bothering you anymore.”

“Come out? Why? So you can eat me? Fat chance,” you said, pressing yourself against the corner as firmly as you could.

“Eat you? Don't be silly! Do I really look like someone who'd eat another person? Quit being a baby and come out already! I promise I won't hurt you. Won't hand you over to those two either. Are you hungry? Thirsty? I'll give you food and water, but only if you stop hiding.”

You considered her offer. There was no way to be sure that she wouldn't hurt him but she didn't seem the sort of girl to do that. “Can you move back a bit first?” you said. She shuffled back a foot or so, still staring at you from that distance. You weren't fully comfortable, but you crawled out of your hiding spot and stood up, brushing the dust off your clothes—pajama shorts and a white tee—before looking at this girl.

She was kneeling now, with her hands on her knees, looking at you curiously. From what you saw, she was on the shorter side of things, around five feet tall. Like the other beast-women her head and torso were perfectly human, with lightly tanned skin, but the lower halves of her arms and legs were more animal-like. Behind her you could see the ends of her long rabbit feet resting sideways on the floor, and on her head her two long rabbit's ears leaned forward. Her hair was white like her fur, in a short bob cut, and she was wearing pink short pajamas that hung loosely from her slim body.

From what you could see she didn't have much in the way of curves, and her breasts weren't too big—definitely not your ideal caretaker. Maybe later you could find that cow woman with the big udders and get her to take care of you instead, but for now this girl would do fine.

A few minutes later the two of you were in the kitchen, eating a breakfast that Sherrie prepared for you both. You took the chance to ask her what exactly was going on.

“Oh, right. You just got here, didn't you? I bet you have a lot on your mind,” she said as she swallowed a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “Where do I begin? You might have figured it out already, but this isn't the world you come from. I'm not too clear on the details, but I know that sometimes you humans cross over from your world to ours. Something about the cosmic tides pulling you across the veil between worlds when the stars are right, or at least that's what I read. I also heard that you always lose certain memories when you cross over. Do you remember what your name is?”

“My name? Tch! How could I forget! It's... uh...” Your name, your name—what the hell was your name? You knew it, you'd known it all your life. It was on the tip of your tongue, and yet you couldn't access the memory, as if it was locked up in some box that you could hold and shake and listen to its contents, but never actually open. You tried to draw up some other memories to see if you they helped you make a connection, but every memory of your personal life was gone. You remembered stuff like what day of the week it was, what was the capital of France, how many inches there were in a foot, but not what you did the just day before.

You looked down, lost in thought. Your whole life was gone, vanished from your memories altogether. You remembered nothing about your mother, your father, your friends or family—hell, you couldn't even be sure if you ever had any of those things. Couldn't remember where nor whether you worked or studied, couldn't remember your own birthday. The realization was shocking, and yet... once you absorbed it, it didn't bother you too much. Sure you lost all those memories, but if you couldn't remember what you lost, could you really say that you lost anything at all? Besides, even though you couldn't remember any of that stuff, there was some obscure intuition telling you it wasn't worth remembering in the first place. Had your life on Earth sucked? Maybe it had and you should actually be thankful to be free of it.

“... Are you okay, human?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. No, I don't remember my name. Guess I'll have to come up with a new one,” you said with a shrug and went back to eating your meal.

Sherrie seemed a bit taken aback by your nonchalance, but then she chuckled and smiled at you. “Oh, I already have something in mind for you! But like I was telling you, it's not super rare for human to show up—there's always a few of them popping up all over every few years—but they're rare enough that anytime one of you shows up, everyone starts fighting over who'll get to keep them. Pretty lucky for me that those girls threw you right into my room!”

“Yeah, lucky,” you muttered. “So, what you're saying is if I go out alone again, every random person I see on the street will start trying to catch me and take me home?”

“Pretty much. Even if I go out with you they'll start trying to snatch you away as soon as they see you. Only way to stop them is by getting you registered.”

“Registered, eh? Well, let's get going, then! The sooner the better!”

“Right now? Really? I mean, sure! Wait here while I get changed; I'll be back in a jiffy!” She bounced off to her room and shut the door, coming back out a minute later with a purse and a yellow dress with white floral patterns. “Hop in.” she said, holding the purse open for you. “Have to keep you hidden until you're registered so people won't try to take you.”

You jumped in and she clasped the purse shut behind you, leaving only a small opening. It wasn't too crowded in there, thankfully, and you soon nestled comfortably among its contents just as she started walking.

Sherrie hadn't even left the house when she stopped. “Ah crap,” she muttered, turning back around. “Those two women are still waiting outside for us. Gonna have to go out the back window. Better hold on to something, human—might have to run all the way if they give chase.”

You heard a window slide open and felt her jump outside. She moved slowly at first, probably trying to leave quietly so no one would notice her, but it wasn't even a minute before a voice called out, “There she is!” Sherrie sprinted away while from behind you heard a minor stampede giving chase. You climbed up to the peer out the opening, braving the wild swinging of the purse, and and saw nearly all the beast-women from before giving chase. They moved scarily fast, but Sherrie outran them all with her long, bounding strides. Only the dog and cat girls came close to matching her pace, but even they soon retreated and all but disappeared once Sherrie rounded a couple corners.

Still sprinting, Sherrie passed a few more beast-people—all women, you noted. Her breathing was audible now, and you half-fancied you could even hear her heart racing in her chest, but she wouldn't slow down still, not until she ran up to a pair of wooden doors. She pushed them open and rushed inside, hoisting her purse up onto the front desk. “Hi!” she said hastily, opening her purse without giving the roo lady across the desk any chance to reply. “I'm here to register this human!”

“O-oh, sure thing! Let me have a look at it first,” the lady said, reaching inside to grab you. Though you backed away, she easily caught you between her thumb and forefinger and lifted you out, holding you up to her curious face. “Oh, this is a cute one! You're so lucky, Miss!” she said to Sherrie, making you blush a little, while the bunny-girl was catching her breath.

“Okay, let's see...” Despite your resistance, she easily manhandled you, lifting up your chin and rubbing her fingertip up and down your body. “Looks like a male, I think. Doesn't have a collar, so no owner...” With her other hand she pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and write something down. “Does he have a name?”

You began to tell her you couldn't remember it when Sherrie interrupted you. “Sunny,” she promptly said.

“And his owner?”

“Owner!? Hang on, I never said–”

“Sherrie. Sherrie Claire.”

“I never agreed to–”

“Alright! One moment, Miss Claire.”

“Sherrie! You never said anything about being my owner!” You shouted as the roo woman carried you away, caressing you all the while with her thumb. Stopping at a set of small drawers, she opened one after another before apparently finding what she was looking for. She pulled out a small collar and a bracelet, both with a tag saying “32 SA”, and forced your head up with her thumb so you couldn't pull away as she put the collar on you.

“There we go!” she happily announced as she returned to the desk. She dropped you in Sherri's hand, whose fingers closed on you with surprising ferocity. “The tags with your name and his should be ready in about a week. These will mark you as his owner in the meantime. See you then! Have a good day!”

“Thanks! You too!” Sherrie gladly said as she put on her bracelet, leaving the office with you still firmly trapped in her fist.

“You little sneak! I knew I shouldn't have trusted you!” You shouted at her until she put her thumb over your mouth, silencing you with her fluffy fur.

Outside, the cat and dog girls were just now reaching the office. They stopped in front of Sherrie, who smugly held you up alongside her bracelet. “Too late, girls! You should have snatched him when you had the chance!”

“H-hey, no need to be so angry! I mean, we're all friends here, right, Sharon?” said the catgirl.

“Sherrie.”

“Right, Sherrie. Hey, sorry for being nosy, but I couldn't help but notice your room was a bit messy this morning. If you want I could come over and help you clean it. I wouldn't even charge you anything, just knowing I helped someone is good enough!”

“Sherrie~!” said the dog girl. “You're a delivery girl, ain'tcha? You're gonna need someone to take care of the little guy while you're working. I hope you know you can count on me!”

The two followed her all the way to her home, walking beside her while practically begging her to let them hang out with her. You tried to escape in the meantime, but her grip was firm and left you no opening.

“Thanks for the offers, girls, but I think I can handle everything just fine. Why don't you run along now? I'm sure you have a lot to do. Maybe you'll see us around some day... when we're not out traveling, I mean.” She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Standing by the kitchen table, she looked at you smugly and finally took her thumb off of your face.

“What the hell!?” you shouted after spitting out bits of fur that had gotten in your mouth while you had been trying to bite her thumb. “You never said anything about me being your pet!”

Sherrie chuckled, rubbing your chest with her thumb while you tried to pry her fingers off your body. “Do you really think you're fit to go around in a world you don't know anything about without anyone to take care of you? Don't be silly; you humans are much too weak and helpless to take charge of yourselves. It's the job us bigger folk to protect you little ones from stumbling into the jaws of some nasty predator.”

“Yeah, okay, maybe I do have to be someone's pet, but you could've asked first. Anyway, I'd never want to be the pet of someone as plain as you.”

“Plain?” Sherrie frowned.

“You heard me: plain. Scrawny, flat-chested, ass-less. Give me to someone sexy, like that cow woman, or that librarian, or hell, even that cat girl if she promises not to eat me.”

“Oh? Do you really think you'd be able to handle them? You probably couldn't even handle me!”

You blushed at Sherrie's laughter. “I can handle any woman, no matter what size!”

“Really? How about we see if that's true.”

By the time you noticed you weren't in the kitchen anymore she had already brought you into her bedroom, where her pajamas were lying messily on her unmade bed. “Stay a bit; I won't be long,” she said, dropping you on the dresser once the door was closed behind her.

“Like I have a choice,” you grumbled. With the door and windows shut, you had no means of escape. You could hide and keep out of her reach until she was forced to open one of them, perhaps, but you didn't like your odds of success. Besides, you were kinda curious as to what she was planning.

You watched Sherrie put away her clothes, make her bed, and shut all the curtains, leaving the bedroom in soft twilight. Then, to your surprise, you saw her take off her dress. Looking at her now, without any covering save her underwear, you had to admit you were wrong about her. She was no supermodel, but she definitely had curves, and her breasts, while no G-cup giants like that cow-woman's udders, were nice and shapely. And the way she looked at you, smiling and betting her eyelashes? The way she moved, as if every sway of her hips were perfectly calculated to get your blood pumping? It was so sexy, and yet so out-of-character from what you'd thought of her until now, that when she started taking off her bra you couldn't decide if you were getting more scared or aroused over it. Even more so when she took off her panties!

As she sauntered over to the dresser, your heart was beating so hard you could feel it down to your toes. By the time she stopped with her thighs pressed against the edge of the dresser, her crotch standing before you with those pink lips in the middle of a patch of white hair and her hands coming down behind you to support her leaning torso, you felt like you might have a heart attack.

“Well then? Didn't you say you could handle any woman, Sunny? Let's see how well you handle me.” She caught you between her thumb and two fingers, softly holding your chest as she pulled you closer. Despite your fear, you couldn't resist her. Your legs were weak and shaking, and so were your arms when you pushed against her fingers. The best you could do was to dig in your heels, but she still slid you steadily closer to her bush. God, you could even feel its mustiness now.

“H-hang on! Wait just a second! I never agreed to this!” You shouted now, suddenly finding the strength to struggle just as her fingers tightened their hold on you.

Sherrie laughed. “What's wrong, my pet? I didn't know you were so shy.”

“I-I'm not, but... you'll drown me in there, or crush me for sure!”

“You can't know that if you've never done it before. Now quit crying, will you? That's sooo unsexy. In you go! Oh, and do be sure to squirm a lot for me, will you? Yes, just like that!”

You fought madly against her grip, to no avail. You were pulled in against your will, bound right for her lips. But when hardly an inch separated you from them, Sherrie pulled you back and up, right before her face.

“You see? If you're not ready for that, then how can you be ready for what the others women will do if they get their hands on you? You saw how they were chasing you, no? I'm telling you, Sunny; better stick with me than take a chance with one of them. ” You said nothing, but you had to admit that you saw where she was coming from. It was one thing to hang out on a pair of big tits but to actually have sex with anyone at this size seemed deadly.

“Nothing to say? Were you really that scared, little guy? Aww, don't worry; let your owner make you feel all better.” Sherrie lay down on her bed and set you between her breasts, running her finger up and down your body. As your breathing and your heart rate settled down, you eased into your little nest and shut your eyes, letting her warmth and softness of soothe your cares away.

After lunch you were left alone in Sherrie's home while she went out to run errands, and you took the time to explore the place. Not that there was much left to explore—there were only a couple rooms you hadn't seen yet, including a second bedroom that Sherrie said belonged to her friend Zia. Actually, from what you heard, the house as a whole was Zia's and Sherrie only rented a room to stay when she wasn't making deliveries out of town.

You didn't pry too much into Zia's room. After exploring the rest of the house, you spent some time looking out the windows at the occasional beast-woman passing by before lying down for a nap on the couch. You were still there when Sherrie returned, late enough that that the sky was growing red. “Sunny I'm... Oh, you're here already.” She lowered her voice once she saw you, and went to sit beside you on the couch, her petite body hitting the cushion with a soft whumph you felt from where you lay.

“Well! It took a lot of asking around, but I finally found a tailor with human experience. We'll go there tomorrow and get you some new clothes so you don't spend all day in those... things,” she said, pointing dismissively at your clothes. “Did you really not have anything better?”

“What did you expect? This is what I wear to sleep. Not like I knew I was going to hop across dimensions when I went to bed last night,” you said with a note of annoyance, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Relax, I'm only teasing! I think you look fine in them. You'd look better in something else, is all.” She yawned loudly before you could object, and fell on the couch behind you, resting her head on her arm. “Ah, I'm beat! How about you? Are you good?” She walked her hand over the couch until it reached you, then let it rest and started stroking your legs with her furry fingers.

“Yeah?” You scooted back in annoyance, and turned to face her.

“That's good, 'cause I was thinking we should work out how you're going to pay me back for everything.”

“Pay you back? Why the hell would I need to pay you anything? I'm your pet now, aren't I? You're supposed to take care of me for free.”

“Even pets work for their owners sometimes. Seeing as I'm going to be feeding you, housing you, clothing you, keeping you from danger, nursing you when you get sick... it's only fair that you do something to repay me, don't you think?”

You grimaced. “Like what? Not much I'm good for at this size.”

“Oh, my bad. I forgot you're a little baby who can't even chew his own food.”

“Not what I said,” you mumbled.

“Well, look, you may be weak and tiny, but I'm sure we can find something even a little guy like you can do. I was thinking you could give me foot rubs, for instance.”

“Foot rubs? Really? You couldn't come up with anything less demeaning?”

“If you've got a better idea I'd love to hear it. Want to clean my room instead? Make my bed and put all my clothes away? Maybe you'd rather cook my meals, or wash the dishes. Think you can manage any of that alone?” You didn't reply. “What do you even have against rubbing my feet, anyways? You know that's a legitimate job, right? People get paid to do it, and they don't get embarrassed about it.”

“Well, if you want to pay me like you'd pay them, I'd be happy to rub them too.”

“Oh? So you're not satisfied with me taking care of you? You want me to pay you before you do anything nice for me?”

“Hey, I never asked you to take care of me! You made me your pet without asking me first. We never made any sort of deal, so I don't owe you anything.”

Sherrie shook her head. “Can't believe how difficult you're being,” she muttered. It seemed she was about to say something more, too, but at that moment the doorknob jiggled as someone stuck their keys in. Startled, you quickly scurried under the couch to hide. When the door opened, all you could see from down there were a pair of boots and denim pants legs.

“Hey, Zee!” Sherrie said. “How was work today?”

“Hoi, Sherrie,” said a voice, high and a tad raspy, with just a hint of an accent you couldn't place. “Same as it always is, same as it always is. Not much excitement at a printing press. That a new bracelet you got?”

Bracelet? You were confused at first, but then remembered the one she got at the registration office to mark her as your owner. Frowning, you raised a hand to your collar, the one that marked you as hers. You had tried to take it off while she was gone, but you found the clasp too much for you.

“You mean this thing? Come take a look!”

As Zia approached the couch, you felt the mild tremors of her footsteps on the floor and shrank back further. “No! You're joking!” she shouted. “Where is it? Tell me you've got it with you!”

“Easy, there! You'll scare him off like that. Why don't you move back a bit and give him a chance to come out?” Zia stepped back until she was standing in the middle of the room. “Sunny, come say hello,! You'll be seeing Zia a lot, so you might as well get to know her. Don't be scared, now; she promises she'll be gentle, isn't that right, Zee?”

“Sure is!”

You weren't too keen on meeting anyone right now, but you didn't think they'd leave you alone until you at said hi at least, so you slowly started walking forward, ready to run if it either of them made any sudden moves.

With each new step you could make out more of Zia's figure. She really was short, around four feet tall, at least going by the length of her legs. Even so, and despite the bulky work clothes she was wearing—overalls, a work shirt, and a pair of leather gloves, all smudged with spots of black—it was clear her proportions were very nice, with thick legs, a solid set of hips, and a decently curvy waist topped by a pair of nice, round breasts.

Finally, once you stood at the very edge of the couch, you could see her head. Long-nosed, long-eared, and red-haired she was, with a rounded face. The most standout feature was her skin, though—it was a shade of green that reminded you of pond scum, though it didn't look bad on her at all. She also had no visible animal features, much to your surprise—after seeing nothing but beast-women since you got to this world, you figured everyone here would be the same.

From the moment she saw you, Zia already wore the biggest grin on her face. “He's such a cute one, isn't he? Think I could grab him?”

“Sure! Long as I'm living here, he's your pet as much as mine. You'll have to convince him to let you, though; he can be a bit difficult.”

You shot a frown at Sherrie, then turned back to Zia as she approached again, smiling at you the whole time. By reflex you took a step back, but no more than that. When she stopped a foot away, crouching in front of you, you stepped out again.

“Hey there, lil' guy. Sunny, right? I'm Zia, pleased to meet ya!”

“Same to you,” you said, more sheepishly than you intended.

“Ah, so you do talk! And a real nice voice you got, too! Hey, sorry if I spooked ya when I came in; never figured I'd have a human in the house! Hope I didn't leave a bad impression.”

“No, not at all. I think I like you so far.”

“Well, I guess that makes the both of us!” Zia laughed.

“Why don't you two take some time to know each other?” Sherrie said. “I'll cook up some dinner.”

“Sounds good! I'm famished!” Sherrie left for the kitchen and Zia took her spot on the couch. Her feet didn't quite reach the floor, and when she kicked off her boots these clattered to the floor and nearly fell right on you. A smell wafted You saw her socks were plainly damp, and before long a strong smell wafted over you. You said nothing, but climbed back on the couch to sit beside her. Up there you met with different smell—one of sweat and hard labor, mixed with what you figured must be ink. Not the sweetest smell, but it had a certain character you found not-displeasing.

Zia had her head back, her eyes closed, and was breathing slow and deep, clearly tired from her job. You hesitated to say anything at first, but after she stretched out her legs she opened her eyes again and looked at you with what you almost fancied were bedroom eyes.

You cleared your throat. “So... You're a goblin, right?”

“That's right! Are there goblins in your world too, or did Sherrie tell you about us?”

“No goblins except in stories, I'm pretty sure.”

“That so? Weird. Some humans must have back to your world after coming here and told people about us. Guess we should be flattered!”

“Er, yeah.” You laughed awkwardly, not wanting to tell her there how unflattering most stories were. “So, are there many of you around? I mean, you're the only one I've seen, but I've only been here a day and I spent most of it cooped up in here, so...”

“In this place there's a few dozen of us. Not too common, not too rare. It's the same in most of these towns, but out west we have our own land. There you'll find goblins under every rock and leaf. Maybe Sher can take you one day; I hear sometimes she delivers packages there.”

“Maybe, maybe.” You had no intention of following Sherrie on any of her deliveries, but that was nothing to trouble Zia with. “I'd for sure like to meet another goblin at least, to see if they're all as sexy as you.”

Zia laughed. “Me? Sexy? Thanks for the compliment, but no one can be sexy in these clothes.”

“Could've fooled me.” You returned her grin with one of your own.

“My, what a charmer you turned out to be. But if you want to find out how sexy I really am, just wait until I'm out of the shower.”

“I don't know if I can handle the wait. You think I could see you while you're in the shower instead? I could use a little wash myself. Maybe you can scrub my back while I scratch yours.”

“And you're forward too! Are you sure about this, though? I might need you to help me relax in there, and with how adorable you are, I might not take no for an answer.” Her tone made you shiver, and you remembered Sherrie's warning from earlier today, about what other women might do if they got ahold of you. Was she telling the truth, or just trying to scare you into staying with her? A test of some sort was called for, better to try it with than a “little” goblin?

“Yeah I'm sure,” you said.

“Let's get going, then!” Zia held her hand flat beside you, letting you sit on the open palm of her leathery glove. “Back in a little bit, Sher! Going to take a shower! Oh, and your human asked me to give him a shower too while I'm at it. You don't mind, right?”

“A shower? With you?” Sherrie looked over, frowning at both of you. “Well... I guess there's nothing wrong with it...”

“Great! See you in a bit, then!” Zia enthusiastically stood and carried you away, taking her boots along to drop them in front of her bedroom before entering the bathroom. She flipped a switch and the incandescent bulb on the ceiling lit up, shedding its light all over the room.

“Here we are. Hurry up and get undressed, little guy; don't know about you but I want to be ready by dinnertime.” She set you down on the sink, where you undressed quick as a flash while she went through the lengthy process of peeing off her gloves and socks, slipping off her overalls, unbuttoning her work shirt, and finally taking off her panties. Once she stood naked she came back to the sink. Short as she was, her breasts hung directly over it, so low that if she had leaned forward just a few inches they would have settled on the sink beside you. As it was, she was already so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from them, and smell the sweat hanging in the air. Running her hands along her body, she looked down at you past her proudly perky breasts and winked, giving you a teasing grin. “Looks like someone likes what he sees,” she said, eyeing your half-erect shaft.

Zia's hand came to rest on the edge of the sink right in front of you, a single finger sticking out and floating closer to your crotch until her green skin, still warm and moist and a bit oily from so much time spent in the stuffy confines of her leather gloves, gently nudged at your manhood, pushing it up against your belly. Her touch lasted only a second, but even that little caress was enough to make your dick stand at full mast in a salute to her impish beauty. Without thinking you reached down and grabbed your shaft.

“Stroking yourself, Sunny? Where's the fun in that? Relax and let me take care of it for you.” Zia grabbed you by the waist and dropped you on her open palm, where you allowed her to nudge your hands away from your crotch. Her other palm then appeared over you, and descended until you were softly nestled between the two damp green walls. With nowhere to escape to save for that little hole above through which her yellow eye peered in at you, the heat of Zia's hands remained trapped with you. At the same time, her hands gently squeezed and released you, rubbing slowly against each other to massage all of your body at once, like a pair of lovers eager to embrace you.

The hot, sweaty surface of her hands felt so good all over your body, a sensual experience you knew, despite your lost memories, that you'd never experienced the likes of before. It drove you nuts, and before long you were making an effort to hump her sweaty palm, feeling an inconceivable thrill roll over your body with each thrust against that green surface.

After a moment your surroundings darkened and you looked up at the opening to find Zia's open mouth where her eye had been before. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight, and you didn't know whether from fear or excitement. Then, once her lips had just about sealed the opening shut, she blew slowly on you, her hot, muggy breath washing over your body and your surroundings to heat everything up even more. The moisture of her breath mingled with your sweat and hers alike, leaving your environs as hot and steamy as a sauna. She kept breathing on you until both you and her hands were perspiring from top to bottom.

You licked the sweat off her palm, groaning as your increasingly hard shaft slid over hot and moist palm, whose wrinkles and prints made for a divine texture to experience. At the same time, the lack of oxygen in the hot goblin breath was starting to make your head spin and ethereal visions of her towering body swim before your eyes—her figure growing, twisting, transforming, becoming verdant hills and lush forests, her eyes the moon and sun shining side-by-side in a sky as red as her hair while the warm breeze whistled in your ears. Your arousal and your hunger for her skin was all that anchored you to this waking world, something she must surely have been able to guess from how fervently and mindlessly you insisted on making love to her palm.

But now her mouth retreated; now her hands clasped together, shutting once and for all that little opening; now her palms lay flat against each other, sealing you in a near vacuum between them both, where they pressed and rubbed together more forcefully now, and your little body was kneaded between their flesh. Then, with a cry, you exploded onto that swampy-green skin, your dick twitching uncontrollably as you it emptied out onto her palm.

As soon as you did, her hands moved apart, leaving you lying face-down on her right hand, gripping her green skin as you humped it animalistically until your energy was all spent. There was nothing then left for you but to lie, panting, on her hand, driven out of your mind by the pleasure, while she cooed at you and stroked your back. “Better now?” she asked and, seeing you too spent to reply, she carried you into the tub and opened the faucet, sending a rain of cool water droplets on the both of you. While you relaxed and recovered Zia cleaned you up, lathering soap on you and scrubbing you clean with her powerful thumbs, holding you down with her other fingers and turning you over when it was called for, before laying you aside on the rim of the tub. There you sat up, watching as she rubbed the soap all over herself, from her callused feet, up her meaty thighs whose thickness you saw was in reality mostly muscle, over a belly whose six-pack would have made men envious, and over her powerful arms and shoulders. While she never once glanced at you, the way she moved the bar of soap over herself, the way she paused and turned to let you see her from every angle, you could tell she was putting on a show for you, and maybe even working herself up with it.

Once finished she got out of the tub, leaving you trapped between her breasts as her tightly-wrapped towel pressed them against you. There you stayed as she went to her bedroom, where she dropped the towel and caught as you you started falling with it. “I hope you enjoyed the shower, because now it's your turn to help me out,” she said, carrying you over to her bed where she lay on her back and dropped you right on her abs. “Let's make this quick; I don't want my food to get cold.”

Her fingers carried you over to her pussy and dropped you on the tuft of red hair sprouting around it. As soon as you landed, you caught a whiff of her womanhood, already sopping wet from the smell of it. Her little bath with you must have worked her up more than you'd imagined. The smell was potent, making your little heart beat faster and faster. Your little arm and legs trembled in excitement as you held yourself aloft on hands and knees over her dark-green lips. Then Zia's finger descended on your back and, firmly pushed you through her hairy bush and right between her lips. You yelped at first as you entered, but your voice was all but lost in her sopping wet pussy. Barely the smallest bubble of air remained to you, and when you opened your mouth her juices flowed right inside. You nearly choked on them before you caught yourself and instead swallowed by reflex, sending the warm ooze down to your stomach. As soon as it settled inside you, you started to feel woozy, and not just because of the lack of air.

While the rational part of you was terrified, that part was overpowered and silenced by the overwhelming sexual might of Zia's pheromones. It was as though you'd become a machine whose sole purpose was to fuck this shortstack goblin. Not that your desires mattered the slightest bit in light of hers—you were like a rag doll in her hands, unable to act as she went about pushing you against her pussy and dragging you back and forth along the smooth, lubricated walls, without any apparent concern for your desires or wellbeing.

Soon you heard her moaning outside, the muffled noise reverberating over the walls and through them over yourself. The whole thing was too much for you, and you came almost straight away. But Zia wasn't anywhere close to finished with you yet. She kept masturbating without restraint, giving you only a couple seconds at a time outside her pussy to breath, just enough that you wouldn't pass out inside her, all the while your mind kept growing ever fuzzier, until it was as though nothing existed for you save for the save the fingers holding you tight, the pubic hairs sliding over your body every time she pulled you out, the smooth vaginal walls, and the constant in and out motion, until all of a sudden the cries became louder and you were shoved deeper into that dark, dank tunnel, even beyond the reach of her fingers. Floating deep within her, and going deeper and deeper as you were pulled in by her vaginal contractions, a powerful pulsing of your little world that held you powerfully, until, suddenly, everything seemed to relax all at once.

It was only a little bit later that the world turned around and you were left sliding down the slippery tunnel, into the opening made by Zia's fingers, those strong digits which caught and pulled you out, laying you gently in the palm of her hand. They wiped the gunk off your face, tenderly nursing you back to health. Then, ,after cleaning you up with her towel, Zia lay you down in the cup of her bra just as she put it on, leaving you held softly to her chest while she went to the kitchen for her dinner.