AltRealm Ch. 02

"We would be so happy!"

He was uncomfortable with what just occurred. He'd have thought the opposite, that he would be relieved to hear it. Instead it instilled a sense of impending doom. The other shoe had to drop sometime, she was only saying this for his benefit, and someone better looking or smarter would steal her away.

Did he not want that? Would it be so bad to be rid of her? She was too much sometimes, it was true enough. He hadn't quite grown find of her so much as tolerated her. Well, he had to admit, it was nice to have someone nearby. Someone on his side. Someone to wake up with...

He shook his head. Dangerous thoughts to be having when he only planned to be here temporarily.

"Hey, Terri. Once we get to your place, what then?"

She was broken from her reverie.

"Well, I believe the elders will want to see you. I would be curious as to what they say. You're mine so ultimately the decision should be left to me."

"Did you just say 'should be?'"

"The elders decide everything that happens. They keep clear of our personal lives as much as they can and only make decisions for the good of all or in the pursuit of assuring others do not enforce their opinions on others as law."

"Gotta say, that sounds better than most of the management where I come from. My home tried something like that but... It kinda all went sideways after a while."

"Indeed. It is a delicate balance. But you are mine by rights and claim so I believe they will give you to me."

"Great," he said flatly. "And what happens if they favor this whole "good of all" side of things instead?"

"I cannot say for certain but I imagine it comes down to your blood."

He blanched at the thought.

"You beg my pardon?" he asked.

She only laughed at the look on his face.

"Not so bad as that, denmate. I mean what's IN your blood. If your blood and the blood of my kinmates can bond, they will probably give you to the village. It would trouble me for a time but knowing your use will give us children and make us strong will certainly give me pride in having found you."

"Dude. Fuck that. I don't belong to anyone just because some old bats say so. I make that choice."

"Their decision is final," she said with steely resolve. "They will have you bound if necessary, worse if you resist."

"Yeah well... Screw that. Anyways, what happens if they, you know, give me to you or whatever."

"Hmmmmm... I am not sure. What would you want to do?"

Tycho suppressed a grin. Here he was in some place beyond his own reality with species not his own, cultures unfamiliar, and easy prey for anyone who wanted him. And yet, here he was having a conversation equivalent to "what do want for dinner?" "I don't know. What do you want?" The humor left him upon further thought into her question.

"I guess... I mean I want to go home. I've thought about this a little bit. Without any science here, as far as I can tell, I need magic. Do you have any practitioners?"

She shook her head.

"My kind are not blessed with such abilities. We are a martial people. We may visit the elves, however. They are a race blessed by the Mother herself with such things."

Elves... Of course. Though Tycho doubted they were cuddly kiebler types or helpful Tolkien people. He had a flashback to many hours spent playing those old scrolls series games or whatever they were called but he'd lost interest by the time dragons showed up.

'I wonder what kind of tricks magic users have for catching a man,' he thought ruefully. 'My favorite fantasy class to play for their magical and fringe abilities and here I am going to be forced to hate them, I'm sure.'

"Alright, we can start there, I guess. Makes about as much sense as anything else here."

"What else doesn't make sense?"

"I don't even know where to fucking start. TV teleportation, humans not existing but part of your mythos, a goddamn gender war... How about the fact that we speak the same language? That's weird, right? I mean, where I'm from that's just lazy writing."

She furrowed her brow at his sudden diatribe.

"We all speak the same here. I cannot imagine anyone speaking differently. Do people speak differently where you are from?"

"Yeah, there's at least 30 different languages... Sorry, I mean ways of speaking. If you'd had someone else show up, neither of you would know what the other is saying."

"Strange," she responded predictably.

"Look, how much longer is it going to be? I'm in a bit of pain here."

"Not long," she said cryptically.

Tycho was uncomfortable with how calmly she had responded. The hair on the back of his back raised and he felt that cold sweat rise. He already had her claw marks along his back. He was bruised, sore, and hurting with just one of these Amazonian tigers. He almost wished for the lamia's gentle embrace in comparison. Something about the mindless, incredible pleasure she'd forced upon him made him twitch in his jeans as he attempted to recall the events but they were beyond his memory. All he could recall were ivory, soft tits in his face, holding his body down, and sexual fervor being forced into him... And then out of him. Those perfect breasts, those purple eyes. She haunted his thoughts, always somewhere in the back of his mind now.

'Myriana,' he thought. A heat rose up within him as he recalled her name. A pulsing wave of bliss cascaded from his head to his toes. He sighed in satisfaction as the sweet venom of her memory threatened to overtake him.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a familiar purr.

"Mmmmmm... Picturing something?"

For the briefest moment, he was furious with his companion. In fact he hated her. His reaction was so swift it scared him. In that moment, he couldn't stand Arterra. And in a breath, it was gone. He stifled his emotions, stamping them out as quickly as they had risen up. He prayed his momentary lapse went unnoticed.

His Jinko hiking buddy stopped, studying him.

"It's her, isn't it?"

He stopped a few places away and turned. Her flawless face was frowning now with lips stretched thin. He considered lying but even his oblivious self knew his body language gave him away. Too much time had passed. And he probably smelled like lies already.

"Yeah," he said, knowing she'd know if he said anything else.

She sighed, tail drooping in punctuation to the sour mood. He didn't know what to say. He had an odd feeling like he had somehow betrayed Terri. Or at the very least that Terri felt betrayed.

"It's not your fault, Tycho. Lamia's quiet the mind until it sleeps. Then they toy with it, putting all manner of unspeakable things in it. Love, longing, pleasure, and loss."

They broke eye contact and stared at the dirt. Regardless of her words, he felt bad about it. It was hard enough to try and control the thoughts in one's head, apparently much harder to control thoughts someone else had put there.

"They are an especially dangerous race. Bold, clever, they do as they please with whomever they please," she continued. "Many have taken me. She wasn't my first. She won't be the last. Even to this day I remember my first. You will too. And much as I loathe to admit, if you remain here for any length of time, you'll encounter another."

"She said she'd marked me. That I belonged to her," he said shaking. Rage or humiliation, he wasn't sure which.

"Tycho... It is likely that we will see her again. You are better off acknowledging that now."

He spat into the dirt. He was actively avoiding thinking about her now. But just as in the tree, he knew eventually that his thoughts would catch him off guard. He'd frozen when he'd seen her outside of her spell. Whatever she had imbued into him was still active. Would he freeze the next time?

"Yeah, well... I don't care what anyone says. I see her again, I'm hitting her with a rock."

Arterra laughed, breaking the tension.

"You have some heart in you, Tycho. Mother willing, maybe you will have your chance. But for now do not dwell on it so much. There are many here who will leave such a mark. Many," she emphasized.

"And what would you have to say about that?"

"If they asked, I'd consider it. You belong to me but I must not be selfish with you. As far as anyone knows, you are the only one of your kind."

"What!? You mean you'd just... Share me? Like, of your own choosing?"

"And why not? Do you really believe we all don't lay with others out here?"

"Well... I guess I never thought about it."

"Is it so different where you are from?"

"You have no idea. Where I'm from, if you lay with anyone and you're, you know, claimed or whatever by anyone else then it's really bad. People lose their jobs, their mates, their status. You're expected to lay with only on, generally speaking."

"Hmmmm... No wonder you're so tense about pleasure. Maybe I should loosen you up a bit more. Such a narrow view... I do not understand it."

"Yeah, I don't understand the idea of sharing so we'll chalk it up to cultural differences. I assume there are some who take advantage of all this?"

"Of course. Certain species, as a rule, lack the honor. Lamias for instance. Or Orcs. But an Orc is just as likely to eat you than lay with you. But for my people, we share among each other, plant women, a variety of insect women, elves, and more."

"For the sake of argument, say you wound up in my world. Would you want to lay with other dudes?"

"If they asked, why not? Only with your permission of course. You are mine as I am yours."

Tycho gulped.

"What if I didn't give my permission?"

"Then I would not, of course. That seems a silly question. However, to say no to someone over and over seems cruel. I will likely share you with more than a little. Just be wary of those that would take you."

"Fucking stupendous," he said bitterly.

"It is not so bad. Some will certainly try to keep you but many more will simply do as they please for a time and leave you be."

"Which one are you?"

"Time will tell," she said mysteriously. "But for now, I'm happy to be yours."

And just like that, his fragile sense of comfort was shattered. He didn't want to picture being 'hers' but he couldn't imagine where he'd be without her. Probably sleeping soundly in soft scales. He shook his head to clear it.

'Maybe just focus on where you're at now instead of panicking on possibilities,' he thought.

"Tycho," she said and he already knew what was coming. "If not everyone has the same fetish, am I yours? What else is your fetish?"

"Boy am I glad I taught you that fucking word. Yes, you're my fetish. As far as any others, I don't think you and I are there yet in our relationship."

"Please?" She begged. "I want to know!"

"Yeah, I bet you do."

"You seem very fixated on my backside so that's one. And then there is me as a person, so that is a second fetish. You said you were not a feet fetish person so that is not one. Do you fetish my tail?"

She was actually putting some thought into this and that worried him.

"Terri, let it go. First of all, that's not how you use the word. Second, I'm sore, I'm tired, and I don't want to talk about this right now."

"What about being tied up?"

"Yes, what about being tied up?" A third voice suddenly spoke to their left.

The Jinko's claws were out before Tycho could blink but they were both taken by surprise. They spun on their heels. Arterra managed to look graceful while Tycho nearly tripped over his own feet.

Before them was an Alraune, fresh from the pages of any monster girl medium. Green skin, green hair, green eyes, slim waist, and slim thighs all jammed into an enormous pink flower. She was as gorgeous as anyone else he'd run into so far. She had pixieish features, pointed ears, and an amused expression. Her hair extended well past her ass, straight as an arrow, and adorned with many similar flowers to the one she was attached to at the knees. She was leaning on her elbows at the edge of her flower, one hand on her cheek, arm underneath her breasts and emphasizing her already considerable charms. Tycho's mouth actually fell open at the sight of them. They weren't just large, they well full, round, and covered in what he assumed was nectar that caught the light and drew the eye. His mouth began to water.

"Hello, Alraune. Forgive us," Arterra said. "We believed we were alone."

"Oh, think nothing of it," the green vixen said, eyes still on Tycho. "I'm sorry I startled you both. It's rare enough that I get visitors so I tend to I sent myself I to conversations. But it's rarer still to hear such an interesting topic. I'm Kishenn, by the way."

"I am Arterra. This is Tycho," the tigress gestured at her companion.

"Uh... Hi," he replied with a weak wave.

"Hello," the plant responded. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

She hadn't for one second during the discourse taken her eyes off of Tycho. She was scanning him up and down, practically eye-fucking him, enticing him with her tits. That and the emphasis she placed on the word "pleasure." How Arterra wasn't picking up how forward Kishenn was being was beyond him. It was suddenly hard to swallow. Tycho detected the faintest trace of something sweet in the air. Something like sugar and honeysuckle.

"Now, please. Don't let little old me interrupt. Tell me all about fetish," she said with a dramatic sweep of her hand.

"A fetish is any sexual act or interest that would be considered unnatural or atypical. Tycho fetishes my backside, does not fetish feet, and we were just finding out if he fetishes being tied up. He mentioned it earlier and I think he does but he is not saying. He's shy."

Tycho glared at his would-be denmate with as much fire as he could muster in his eyes.

"Fetishes are also supposed to be secrets, Terri," he said sullenly.

Arterra threw an arm around his shoulder and pulled him in tight, giving his hair an affectionate lick. Meanwhile, the side of his face was not surrounded with leather clad tit. He tried to pull away but to no avail.

"Nonsense, denmate," she said. "I am proud of your fetishes. You know," she dropped her tone conspiratorially. "I think Kishenn wants to mate with you. If you need help deciding your tied up fetish, I believe she may help."

"No, NO!" Tycho jerked out of Terri's embrace.

"Aren't we supposed to be traveling? You know, to your village! Besides, a man can only take so much, Jinko. I've been fucked at least three times in the last 24 hours, cum more than that. I need a break."

"I can help," Kishenn chimed in cheerfully. "I'm not familiar with what a man is but I love trying new things."

They both turned to look at her. Arterra recovered first.

"By man he means a ma..."

Tycho leapt off the ground, throwing an arm around Terri's mouth, legs locked around her waist, and other arm cinching the first on tighter.

"Mason, my last name," he finished, grunting from exertion. "I'm Tycho Mason and I'm just some dainty female with my partner here and we need to get moving."

Arterra put on paw on the arm around her mouth and pulled as if it were wet paper.

"What are you talking about, denmate?" She turned to their eavesdropper. "He's a male," she finished.

The plant girl's eyes bulged out of her skull, all pretense of supposed warmth now replaced with unbridled shock.

"I'm so sorry," Kishenn started with a quivering voice. "Did you say male? As in actual male? Your companion is a male!?"

Her voice rose with each syllable. Meanwhile, Arterra finally wrenched Tycho off of her and beamed proudly. Tycho merely sulked, defeated but nervous.

"Yes! He is a male! With genitals and everything.'"

Tycho detected that sweet smell reach a cloying level. He felt foggy now but no less angry.

"Goddammit, Terri! Why not just tell the whole forest, why don't you!"

She just looked at him, surprised at his sudden anger, which made him even angrier.

"I meant no offense, denmate. I am only proud that you are mine," she said, frowning.

"Male..." The Alraune said as if trying the word out. "Mother be praised. And the male is yours?"

Arterra nodded.

"He is my denmate," she replied proudly. A suddenly familiar but wicked look formed on her features. "Ask Tycho if he would enjoy being tied up."

The plant girl shared Terri's knowing grin, nodding, before turning to Tycho. That damn sickly sweet smell was everywhere now. He realized now he should have paid more attention. He took a step back but his movements were sluggish, mind hazy.

"Tell me, Tycho," the plant said. "Do you fetish being tied up?"

"Yes," he said without thinking. "I mean no!" He shouted, shaking his head clear. "Terri, we should... go. I... This isn't right."

Arterra stood unfazed by the smell around them. Tycho thought there may be a resistance if not an immunity for a forest dweller like her. But he was rapidly succumbing even as he tried to back-peddle away from them both.

"Arterra, may I please lay with your male?" Kishenn asked. "I've never seen one before and I may never have another chance."

"Of course you can, seeing as how you asked so nicely," she responded to his horror. "I am certain he would like that."

"The fuck I would," he said even as his jeans became tight. He tried stepping back further but his legs weren't cooperating now.

"He's so cute when he lies," the Alraune said, now pushing her tits together and squeezing. "Why don't you come a little closer. Just like that. You don't have to do anything but walk just a little. It's almost nothing, right?"

It was like watching the train coming while tied to the tracks. You can feel it coming, see it coming a mile away but there's nothing you can do to stop it. His balls swelled up and he felt so horny now. It was all he could do to keep his thoughts in check even as he stared at those mouth-watering tits bounce. He didn't even realize he was walking. It felt like nothing to him.

"Just relax, don't think about it. It's much too hard to think, don't you think? I mean, think about it. If all you did was nothing, there would be nothing to worry about, right? Right. So come closer, and do nothing. What do you think?"

"I... What?" Tycho wasn't understanding. He felt like he was being made fun of but he didn't want to think too hard about it. It would be easier just to do nothing.

From inside of her large, pink flower, thick vines spilled out toward him. He took one step after another, closer and closer to those delicious, wet, pillowy breasts. He wanted to taste one so bad now. She continued to massage them, delicately pinching at her nipples, licking her lips as he came closer.

"See? Too much thinking. Just do nothing instead. Nothing but walk, nothing but stare. Just a little more nothing now. It's too late and you're too caught. This is going to happen. Nothing you can do to stop this."

He was barely listening now. The closer he shuffled, the less he cared about anything other than the need growing inside of him. He could vaguely hear the sounds of passion from Terri as she touched herself through her leathers. Tycho began to relax a little too much, now feet away from his goal. Kishenn rose up out of her flower to greet him, breasts hanging freely now while she spread her arms wide.

"Breeches," Arterra spoke breathlessly. "Tycho, remove your breeches." The big cat was furiously stroking herself now, getting off on watching her mindless denmate helplessly about to be taken.

Tycho mumbled in agreement and fumbled at his belt for a moment before dropping his jeans and stepping out of them. His erect cock bounced in the exposed air. The Alraune sighed with a smile and wiped the drool from her mouth upon seeing her prize reveal itself.

"It's all true," she whispered.

He whimpered now, air tinged with sugar and sex. The pink flower opened further and Kishenn leaned out, reached out and embraced her new partner. She pulled him in tightly and brushed her lips against his.