AltRealm Ch. 01

Tycho was slim but still topped the scales at 165+ lbs. His guide barely seemed to notice his extra heft as she smoothly hopped onto the tree and dug her claws in, deftly climbing straight up. He prayed she couldn't feel his erection pressing into her back.

'Could be worse,' he thought. 'At least my ride came with shocks and a seatbelt.'

They reached a branch that looked big enough to suit their needs and he untangled himself from her. He quickly tucked his cock downward in his pants before she turned around. If she had felt him prodding her on the way up, she gave no indication. The branch they were on was quite large. Tycho guessed the diameter at maybe 3.5 feet, putting the radius at 1.75, making a circumference of 9.425 ft with an area of 7.069 feet squared. He relaxed into his mind, calculating the cross-section of his new home for the night in centimeters, meters, inches, and yards. It was simple math but it gave him a sense of normalcy in his newfound chaos.

"Tycho? Hey!"

He yanked his gaze up at his worried companion.

"Yes?"

"Are you well? You appeared lost to the world."

"Yeah, I'm good. Sorry. Just got caught up in my head."

"You need sleep."

He looked around and it finally dawned on him that he was supposed to actually sleep. Here. Outside in the woods. On a branch. With a catgirl. That had masturbated him with her tail. In an imaginary forest. That he traveled to through his TV.

'Been a big day for me,' he thought.

"Yeah, I'll get right on that," he said sarcastically.

"Good. You sleep there, I'll be right here," she said while gesturing at a much narrower spot further along the branch. She turned away from him and he bounced his eyes away from her swaying hips. He saw out of the corner of his eye where she placed her palms on the branch while bending over, stretching in some bizarre yoga ritual before settling down. Within minutes, her tail ceased its twitching and settled around her, her breathing slow and even.

Tycho wouldn't be so fortunate. His mind soared even as his exhausted body settled into his sleeping spot. He leaned back against the trunk, listening to the sound of the breeze through the trees. He hadn't had much of a chance to really take stock of his situation. He may have initially blamed Arterra for his predicament but it had really started with his TV going haywire and ended in a forest full of monster girls, Fey, and potentially sex demons. The correlation with any number of stories that he'd read or the eroge games he'd played to where he was now wasn't lost on him. That and the fact that his own electronics randomly became a portal to some alternate realm gave credence to the idea. But how? Space and time didn't work that way. They just didn't. Even with advanced technology, the idea of putting some TARDIS style moving doorway into his TV wasn't feasible.

Magic, on the other hand... If accounted for in the sense of bending physics, made a discomforting sort of sense. But he had no frame of reference for a variable like fucking magic. He'd need materials, manuals, experimentation, or whatever their equivalent of journal articles and studies were. He'd need space to read and study, time to figure out a way to create or utilize a new force.

"Okay, T," he said aloud to himself. "Maybe no more thinking about magic for a bit."

He occupied himself instead with watching his new friend. Arterra was certainly something else but he did enjoy her company. Alpha type personality but she seemed taken with him, if WAY overly affectionate. Why him, he had no idea. He wanted to believe it could be for more than his gender but it was unlikely. She had called humans vile but treated him well enough. If denmate meant boyfriend, her behavior made sense at least. But he couldn't disregard her comments on humans either. There was some missing history there but if humans existed, and they took part in this big gender schism, it wasn't too much of a reach to assume humans had played some part. And he wasn't supposed to exist, or so she claimed, which meant he was a myth or extinct. One of very few men, the only human, and lost in a land of fantasy monster girls, Fey, and demons who live to subdue and ensnare men. Terri had pheromones and her raw physicality, which was overwhelming enough, but she had mentioned mind control, potential soul stealing, other scents... It had to be the natural evolution in a manless environment. If you needed something, nature found a way to make it possible.

Speaking of which, her tail had begun twitching in her sleep. His eyes were drawn to it, following along her silken fur until his pupils dilated on that mouth-watering ass. It was so big, so well developed, and it swayed ever so slightly in her sleep with her tail. Slowly back and forth, back and forth. His cock throbbed in his pants. Just being near this woman had him half erect at all times even when he wasn't staring. Anytime her scent entered his nose, or he stared too long, or even thought about her, the throbbing, rigid member he kept trying to ignore would shoot pain into his body.

It was only a dull ache now as her ass swayed back and forth, back and forth. Like a metronome, he also swayed ever so slightly back and forth, following her sinuous movements. Tycho appreciated his private moment, able to fully appreciate her form without fear of her pouncing. He had never noticed before but her scent was quite relaxing when she wasn't smothering him in it. He took a deep breath and sank into the tree a bit. He took another and his muscles began to relax. Another and the stress of the day started to fade. The more he breathed her in, the less he started to notice anything at all. After a few more minutes his half-lidded, heavy, tired eyes were unfocused but staring at the sway. His mouth hung open and he struggled to keep his eyes on her but couldn't look away.

He never heard the quiet rustling above him.

'Her ass is so mesmerizing,' he thought.

'It's so perfect and round. Swaying back and forth, back and forth. So hypnotic, isn't it? So easy to stare. Back and forth. Can't look away now. Back and forth. Just let the smell infiltrate your soft mind. Back and forth. With every sway, you become heavier and heavier. Back and forth. Every breath makes you sleepier and sleepier...'

He yawned, his eyelids drooping critically low now as he watched the sway. Every second he spent watching her ass spiraled him deeper and deeper into whatever state he was in. But his thoughts interrupted his thoughts again... Wait, that wasn't right...

'You may not know this, but the smell of a Jinko on the cusp of her heat can make anyone soft and sleepy. It induces a euphoria no other substance can match. Back and forth. Just like you. Deeper and deeper. You're high on her ass, overwhelmed with her sex. So desperate, so needy, feeling so slutty for me now. It forces such perverse, dirty thoughts into your head. Heavier and heavier. Just let the visual take you over now. Sleepy, happy, horny, and hard. But she's sleeping isn't she? Back and forth. And you don't want to wake her. Deeper and deeper for me now. You've been staring so long at her ass, you long for something else to stare at, don't you?'

It was in this moment that Tycho had a hazy realization; he wasn't hearing his thoughts in his own voice. In fact, the voice wasn't in his head at all.

"You can stare for now, handsome. So hard and horny for me. Already edging without touch. Sleeeeeeeeeepier and sssssssleeeeeepier."

Tycho blinked and almost didn't come back up. He was leaking precum, veins pulsing with helpless desire. He wanted release so desperately. He tried to move his hand to relieve his tension and found that he couldn't. Didn't he have a realization a moment ago? Something about the voice in his head...

"But you know it's not her you really want right now as you slide into a sexy oblivion. No, you mindlessly understand, as you drop more and more for me, that it's me you want."

Not in his head. Something was right next to him.

"And as helpless as you are now, I can't wait to see you in my coilssss..."

Danger, Will Robinson. Danger. He tried to right himself, to regain some sense of control but he was so sluggish now. Damn that magnificent ass. He needed to look at someone else. Quick. Wait, that wasn't right either. Isn't that what the voice told him to do?

A shape moved in front of his eyes. It was big, very big, but moved with such a hypnotic grace that his eyes latched onto it. Heaving, round, ivory colored breasts landed in his line of sight approximately 10 inches away from his face. A swaying, gyrating stomach also caught his gaze. While firm and alluring, it wasn't as hardened as... He suddenly couldn't remember anyone else.

"I do love it when they struggle. Stare at me, handsome. I love that slack-jawed stupor you're in but I need you utterly mindless. So stare and relax. Every movement, ever touch or caress, every breath will take deeper and deeper under my inescapable spell. Become so very dumb for me. Aroused and sleepy. One increasing the other which only increase the first. Spiral down just for me."

Her belly rolled and weaved, causing her ample chest to sway inches in front of his eyes. He exhaled and it almost became a moan at the end.

"That's it. Just like that. Isn't it so much easier to stare than it is to think? Looping and lusting and dropping so deep for me. Stare and sink. In love with the sight before you. In love with me. Horny, hard, and soooooo sleeeeepy. Heavy, like these perfect, mind-bending tits."

She picked them up and bounced them in front of him. The last vestiges of his thoughts threatened to spin away.

"Sink into my breasts. Feeling so weak and slutty. Sinking faster and faster for my tits. You love them. You're in love with them. With me. Addicted and needy. Now be a good toy and hold still for me while you sleep."

From behind him, a serpentine tail dropped from the branches above. It danced its way toward him from behind. Her hands moved forward, sharp nails cutting his shirt from his body without touching skin and casting it aside. The tail tenderly circled around his hips as he sat there, catching his wrists and softly pinning them to his sides.

"Such a good boy for me. Every loop spinning your soft mind down into that hard cock of yours as you stare at my beautiful, bouncing breasts. So big and round, around, and around as I squeeze and bounce them. All those thoughts you don't need anymore building up in it, begging for release. Back and forth, bouncing into each other and you drop, and droop, and loop, and sleep. So euphoric. The longer you look, the better you feel. High for my breasts. High for me. Giddy for bouncing tits. No need to move or think with my flawless breasts before you now. My breasts are all you can see, all you can think about. Even as your eyes get so heavy and you sleep for me, you're surrounded by them, overwhelmed with them. Sink and sleep and dream of my tits all around you."

He vaguely felt the coils loop over and up his body to his elbows in smooth motions. Sliding around him effortlessly. They were so soft, so smooth. But he had the nagging feeling something was wrong. Even in his shattered state of mind, there was something going on that shouldn't be. He struggled in her grip meekly trying to find space, time, or room, anything to try and process the situation unfolding. But with every bounce, squeeze, knead, and sway of those massive tits he loved so much, he found his scattered thoughts simply disappeared over and over again. Every time reforming slower and less complete. He was so heavy now. Too tired to try and understand what was happening even as the feeling of impending crisis stayed. He just wanted to explode inside of this tits. He was achingly erect, needing to be drained... Drained by her.

"Goooooooood slut. You need to sleep for me now. Sleepy, slutty, and so aroused, so desperate. All of your will in your cock now. No more thinking, no more resistance. Just relax and sink and let me own you. Don't my breasts look so relaxing? You could just sleep in them, couldn't you? So soft and warm, just like your mind. Just like my embrace. Hold still a little longer handsome. Once you're mine, once you sleep, you'll cum for me. Just for me. Not right away but you know the faster you sleep, the faster you cum, the faster you complete your slavery to me. Cum all of your will, all of your thoughts out. But you must sleep for me first. You need to sleep. Sleep now so I can enhance the pleasure you feel. Sleepy, horny slut for me now. So needy. It's too difficult to do anything else. Don't worry about anything at all. All you need to do is just Sssssleeeeeeeeep, ssssssssssleeeeeeeeeeeeep."

Her tail was just below his throat now, winding its way swiftly up his shoulders in those smooth, arousing motions. He had to do... Something. He couldn't think and he was so tired and heavy now. So horny and happy. He couldn't get the image of sleeping on those tits out of his head. But this was wrong. Something was wrong. Something here was so wrong. He didn't know what, didn't know anything. Above all else he just wanted to sleep cuddled up in this warm embrace and nuzzled into those soft, pale tits. But he couldn't think. He needed someone who could think. Wasn't he with someone... Someone who could help him think... Arterra! The name raced across his mind like a bolt of lightning.

"Ar... Artmmmmph."

He never got the name out before his head was forcefully pitched into those hypnotizing tits. Her tail looped around his neck and pulled taut, tightening her hold all the way from throat to hip.

"Ssssshhhhhhhh," his captor cooed. "Nice try, stud. But no more talking. No more thinking. Just looping in endless lust for me and sssssleeeeeeeeep."

Tycho's eyes rolled into the back of his head on contact with the fleshy pillows and the last of his consciousness faded into the fetish porn playing in his head. He was dead to the world now. The crafty lamia stroked his head possessively, smiling. Deeply nestled in her cleavage, she removed her hands from his head. He wouldn't be going anywhere. She adroitly figured out and unfastened his belt and trousers, cooing upon seeing her prize. The lamia coiled up him just a bit more until she had his mouth covered.

"Don't need you making any noise, handsome. I plan to do filthy things with you and I'll have enough trouble staying quiet myself."

The powerful snake tail lifted him off of his branch. With his legs dangling, she twirled him around until he was covered from mouth to ankle in her pure black, scaled, silken prison. His member bravely poked through a gap she had left.

She surveyed her conquest. She threw her long, raven black hair over her shoulder, surveying her slumbering slut with bright, purple eyes.

"You look good in black," she said with a devilish grin. "You'll look even better spent and abused."

She'd been silently trailing the two for most of the afternoon. Lamia's were long-lived, and she knew a human male when she saw one. She hadn't driven one mad in her coils for close to two centuries now and she'd only been able to entertain herself with other females since. She was there during the war, though she took no part in it. She was a cunning opportunist with lascivious intent to corrupt and enslave. She'd only been around the battles to catch stragglers and bend them until they broke for her.

She threw a demure look to the still sleeping Jinko behind her. The tigress was attractive enough. Maybe when the human was her mindless thrall, she'd enrapture the busty cat as well. For now, she'd be perfectly happy entertaining her new friend.

Suspended in the air, her slut was all too ready for her. She'd made sure he was endlessly looping down deeper. The more he dropped for her, the more aroused he'd become. And the more aroused he became, the more he'd slide down.

She hadn't been this turned on in well over a century, with a sleeping man erect and mindless, wrapped up in her. She'd been leaking on her own coils the entire time with the thrill of catching him off guard. She could have taken no chances and used her eyes but where was the fun in that?

"Well, well, my dear," she breathed. "Let's get you broken in, hmmmm?"

Breathing hard, she lightly brushed his manhood. She moaned into her own lips and swooned at the contact. She gently stroked down and back up, squeezing and twisting. He squirmed where he could under her touch but she tightened her hold until even wiggling was denied him.

"No need to struggle, pet. Relax. Do me first and know that any attention you give me will be doubled for you. You will feel everything you do to me twofold. Every pleasure I feel, you feel. And every pleasure you feel, drops you deeper and deeper, which in turn will increase your pleasure. As if my tits were around your cock even now. Feel them rub you into sweet servitude and go deeper for me."

She rose up in front of his suspended form and roughly forced her wet pussy onto his mouth.

"Lick," she commanded.

And lick he did, mindlessly and with a fervor. She writhed under his attentions, pulling his head until his tongue was buried in her to the hilt and pushing further. She dropped two additional sections of her long, thick tail. One wrapped around his cock, twisting and squeezing.

"You don't cum until I say," she said with her breath ragged. "You only cum when told. You will always be this weak, this willing, this hard when you see me or think about me. You will always be my slut, and when you hear that word or any iteration of it, you will drop twice as deep into sleep as you are now. My perfect slutty prey. Hold the cum in and sleep deeper, slut. Mmmmmm... That's it. Work that lovely tongue. You will lick until I tell you to stop."

Her second coil dropped and looped around her own head as she began to moan loudly at his renewed vigor. She was at the cusp. The scaly predator had her own instincts to follow. Her lovers needed to be bound; not simply physically but bound TO her. She reveled in her prey, black coils tightening to ensure his utter defeat.

In them he slept and dreamed of her tits. They surrounded him, multiple pairs rubbing and holding him down, sandwiching his manhood and squeezing. Tycho was lost to thoughts not of his own making. He was relaxing on a bed of scales, surrounded on all sides by softness, pinned down, smothered, and docile. He accepted this reality and breathed in a familiar scent while drifting off even further into the twisting rapture around him. He didn't struggle. Even if he'd wanted to, he lacked the ability. It all felt like such perfect ecstasy, he couldn't be bothered to try moving at all. Everything was heavy, hazy, and he was so horny he couldn't think at all. His entire focus was her large, perfect breasts all around him. He heard whispers but couldn't process them. He simply responded on a base level. With breasts pressing in on either side of his face, a nipple found its way into his mouth. He knew he needed to lick. How did he know that? The thought was sent spinning into nothingness when a strange taste entered his mouth and those heavenly breasts on his cock rhythmically twisted and pumped. He began licking furiously to get more of that taste, filling him with liquid bliss, numbing him into a tingly buzz of lust. Every pump on his cock spiralled him further and further down, further and further away. He didn't even know who he was anymore. All he knew was the pleasure now. She was the pleasure. And he only existed to experience her.

She came explosively into his mouth, coating him in her pungent juices, squeezing the very breath out of him. He cried out with the little breath he had left but it was silenced by her slick folds. He went limp and she relaxed her hold enough to allow him breath. She jerked and twitched in the afterglow of her ecstasy, pulling away from him only to drop and lustily lick his face clean with an impossible long, forked tongue.