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Kenkou Journey Ch. 01

By: Kikori



I'd like to thank the original artists and authors of the Kenkou Kurosu monster girls for inspiration of the characters used in this story series.



Cold. That's all I remember feeling as soon as I felt awake. I was freezing, and the wind swirling around me cut to the bone like a knife. "Pah! Blech... Pff!" I shook the snow from my face after getting it out of the ground, but that did nothing to improve visibility. I was in the middle of a snowstorm, with no memory of how the hell I got here, and was very likely to freeze to death. 'Think, Harabec, think! Snowstorm means get out of snow, but how?' I had only one option I could think of. As wildly as I could, completely ignoring the wind and snow's ability to freeze me rapidly, I shoved as much snow to the sides as I could to both dig a crappy hole and build a crappy wall.

I got a couple inches before my arms and legs felt totally frozen. Jeans and a t-shirt wouldn't save me for long--they were already soaked, and felt frigid against my skin. I needed help. I must have cried aloud for it, because one very strong gust of wind pushed me through the wall I'd built, right before the storm seemed to subside. I could finally make out a little fiery glow, and started rushing madly toward it. "Help, someone! Anyone, if you're over there, help!!"

A door opened, the house as covered with snow as the ground was. I could see a little inside, but my eyes were fixed on one thing. The fire. I tripped over the two steps leading onto the little home's porch but clawed inside quickly, shivering and trying to get close to the flame. The mix of its heat and my body's cold set off a stinging feeling through my body, but I felt safe. "Excuse me, sir?"

I felt a little blush in my cold cheeks, just now remembering that I never thanked my savior for allowing me in. For some reason, I was relieved to hear the voice belonged to a woman as I turned around as slowly as my shivering body allowed. "Th-thank-k you m-m..." The lady wasn't human. She looked it, but her skin was blue. A pale tint of it, almost like ice. "Miss?" Everything about her looked human. Her hair and clothes, white as snow, and her robes' trims the same blue as her skin, but it was just so... off. "Wh-what a-are you?"

I couldn't tell if the stutter was fear or the cold. Probably both. For seeming so cold, however, her smile was warm enough as she swooped to me and started tugging at my clothes as if to remove them. "Even with the fire, these are wet, and you are cold. Come. Let us warm you up properly." Her fingers felt cool on my skin, which was a little worrying with how cold my skin was, but every movement was gentle and careful. Instinct agreed with her that I needed warmth, and a part of my mind trusted she wasn't out to hurt me. So I stripped with her help, and was soon draped in one of the thickest blankets I'd ever felt as she moved to another room, probably to dry my clothes.

"Ahh... Achoo!" I sniffed hard, not wanting to risk anything dirtying the lady's blanket. As weird as the experience was, it was a choice of learn about it, or go back outside. And since she returned and instantly began fueling a fire of an old fashioned stove with some food already set aside in preparation to cook, I would definitely trust her to treat me better. "Ma'am... Um, thank you. F-for saving mahchoo!!"

As soon as the food was placed within the fire or within the water boiling atop the stove, she came back to me and knelt before me, adjusting the blanket to wrap more around my body. "It is my pleasure, so long as you are safe and comfortable." Even after the adjustment was finished, she held the blanket, her eyes locking with mine and looking curious and inquisitive. I didn't dare blink more than I needed to, staring back at her unyielding gaze. "You are... not from this world, are you?"

I wanted to laugh at that statement. A cold-to-touch lady with blue skin asking me if I wasn't from here? But again, my head won out that now was not a joking time. "I'm not sure where "here" is, to be honest. I... can't remember anything before waking up in the middle of the snow outside. I know who I am, and what I've learned from my life so far from... wherever I'm from. But, I don't think I'm from here. You're the first lady with blue skin I've ever seen, if it confirms anything."

But... hold on. I'd heard of something like this. A spirit of a housewife who lives in the snow, with a husband who's not alive anymore. She would wait for him, and invite passerby into her home. She treats them, she gets something in return, and... the story varies in too many ways for me to know exactly what to expect. But I had a sinking suspicion that she was one of those kinds of spirits.

Her eyes seemed as thoughtful as mine. Did this mean I'm the only human in her world, or that I'm just like an alien? Finally, she stood and walked to a small shelf of books, finally withdrawing one to set before me. "Kenkou Kurosu" was written in faded text across its surface and spine. I looked from it to her before opening. It seemed like an encyclopedia of some kind, but the first page had a... a little girl. Alice. A powerful demon trapped in a child's body, unaware of her demonic powers. "Sir... are you able to read?" I didn't realize I'd been staring at the page for so long. It probably made me seem illiterate, and being the "Alien" and all, I couldn't be offended.

"Yes, just surprised." The next page, a plant that entrapped men into living within it so they could feed on its nectar. A few pages later, a spider that ensnared men in its web for intercourse, fiery-tempered men would be kept as husbands... I kept flipping through with no clear destination. Every one of them was of a lady, who seemed to have one theme. Sex with men. Whether they claimed forever, lived off the fluids or energy of, or just has business with men, there seemed to be ninety-one females, at least, in this world trying to take human men.

Then I found her. "Yukionna..." I probably pronounced it wrong. "Ice spirit in the snowy mountains... Indebts male passerby by sheltering from the cold with a warm meal and entertainment. Claims repayment by the warmth of intercourse, and invites him to return at a later date." I looked up at her, and she seemed entirely unfazed. She was instead extremely focused on setting a plate and spreading about the food she'd prepared, which smelled wonderful to my nose now that I noticed it. I glanced back at the book, and then to her as she glided to me with plate in hand. "At least you're not one of the sadistic ones after a kidnapping."

That at least got her to giggle as she set the utensils upon the plate before taking a seat next to me. "Did any of those creatures look familiar, sir?"

As she asked, I'd set aside the book to avoid dirtying it with crumbs. A little meat, probably chicken, bread, potatoes in some gravy, and tea made this meal look incredibly welcoming. "It's weird. Almost all of them have, but because I learned about them through mythology, history, or games." A twinge of pain in my stomach interrupted the response as I cut through some of the meat, bringing it to my lips immediately. It was delicious, exactly as if it had been every time I felt I'd tasted it before.

Apparently my short answer was enough. "Mythology may be similar to history, but what "games" did you learn these creatures from?"

"Hm..." I swallowed my food and tilted my head. "A few of them are quite generic for video games. Elf, Dwarf, the undead ones, and so on. Roleplaying Games cover a lot of the ones that seemed Greek, Roman, and Norse based, like the Lamia, Ogre, Harpy, Siren, Echidna..." I started to list off a few others in my head as I took another bite of the food.

She tilted her head and swiveled a bit to look at my face. I stared back, feeling a little awkward about being gazed at... It was like she was trying to decide if I was lying or not. "You really are not from here. You feel different, and talk of things I've never heard. But I can't find a single trace of dishonesty."

But I was a human, and a guy as well. Was I really so different from those in whatever world this is? The world didn't seem different from what I felt was my home. The food was the same, the fabric felt similar, the stove... was oddly manually fed instead of electronic, but I doubt a mountaintop cabin gets electricity. Still, I felt I had to ask. "So if I'm not on Earth, or at least still in America... Where am I?"

"I am... not certain. This world is known by regions, but not as an entire entity, due to how rarely travel is done except by merchants. I have found the book you read, but even I do not know firsthand much about this world. Only what wanders through the blizzards." That snapped me back to the reality that I was still in her debt, and I knew what she wanted. The blizzard outside, was her way of keeping me here. "Was the food good, sir?"

I nodded and reached a hand out to touch her cheek with the backs of my fingers. Still cool, but as cool now as it was a while ago. At least she wasn't going to freeze my body. "So the book's mentioning of your repayment..."

Her hands slid between the covers of the blanket around me, grasping my shoulders tenderly as it fell around my lap, exposing my body from the hips up. I didn't try to bother hiding the erection; I knew she wanted it, and I owed it to her. So I pulled the cloth away more, allowing every inch of skin to show.

She gazed at my eyes until I'd removed the cloth, then looked down, eyes seeming to drink my body. Not incredibly tall, only about 5'8", and fairly solidly built with 145 pounds or so. My hair, short all over and somewhere between red and brown, somewhat hiding a shaft of seven inches reaching up to my belly. It twitched as her eyes rested on it--we both wanted it inside her, and she began to untie the sash around her belly to accommodate.

I couldn't help but stare as her robe slid away smoothly, showing her entire body's smooth skin, all the same cool blue but incredibly inviting. She reached her leg out to wrap around my waist, settling into my lap and joining her first with the second around me. Legs around my belly and arms over my neck, she settled her body fondly against mine.

I had to gasp at the cool, but held her tightly to my front with one arm. The other tilted my shaft skyward, allowing her to lift her hips and lower them, encasing my erection within her body. It was cool inside, too, but quickly warmed to my skin. Her lips met mine in a soft embrace as our bodies squished together, sealing the space between us.

"So warm..." Her whisper was mixed with a moan of delight as my hips rubbed side to side beneath her, grinding my manhood within her body as she began rocking her hips up and down to stroke my skin within her. Every grinding movement was slow and gentle, paired with her hands trailing around my neck and chest as my hands roamed over her back.

She finally started to bounce her hips over mine, her soft hole grasping and sliding from my base to tip with each bouncing thrust down onto me. I started pressing firmly up to meet the thrusts, my legs unfolding to push and bounce her against me easier. The bouncing soon became swift and smooth as her insides grasped firmer with every second within her.

Her hands started stroking wildly over my shoulders, trying to rub any bit of skin possible as she rode over my shaft. With her pleasure, came a steady stream of rising warmth from her body... She almost felt normal now, and amazingly soft around my shaft.

My eyes fluttered up as I gave a throb within her, precum seeping out to meet her. She gave a loud gasp, almost shocked by the feeling as she body bounced over mine rougher. My hips were shoved to the cushion and her breasts flailed across my chest. Without thinking, my hand grasped one from the side, sinking into the soft flesh to grasp as I neared my peak. "I'm gonna--"

"Release into me!" Her eyes were rolled back a bit in pleasure as she bobbed herself down onto me repeatedly, clenching her thighs around my waist and hips to my manhood to grasp it all the tighter. The softness and grip together finally set me off, shaft pulsing rapidly within her as a spray of pleasure began soaking her insides. "Ah! Ah, ahh..."

Her voice went from surprised at the heat to relishing it, resting her hips back over mine as she soaked up my fluids and savored the heat, breathing as heavy as I was from our thrusting together. "You felt, so good." We continued to hold each other, encased in arms and legs as I softened within her slowly. "Why do men avoid you?"

Her head rested on my shoulder, still catching her breath a little as she clung to me, trying to hold onto the warmth as long as could be. "We in the book, no matter how gentle some of us may be, are still "monsters" to men. Many of us do not return the same love, or offer the same children on birth that they seek. So we are a thing to not come into contact with..."

My head pulled back and offered a small kiss to her lips before tilting to gaze at her eyes evenly. "Then I'm glad to be a little different from the men of wherever I'm from, because some of you "monsters" are perfectly nice."

She gave me a very serene smile and cupped her slowly cooling hands to my cheeks. "Were I able to support for more than a visit, I would gladly keep you longer. However..." Her gaze finally broke from my eyes to look back at the book, before turning to me again. "I can at least help you, to prepare you some for this world."

"How so?" I was answered by her sliding carefully from my lap and returning to the book shelf, withdrawing a folded up paper. She placed it to my side, unfolding it carefully. The thing seemed ready to crumble to dust, from the looks of it, but the map that came to my eyes was still clear as day. It also had a fair key of what towns were where, and where to avoid due to monster settlements.

Her finger pointed atop a southern mountain. "We are here. One village near the mountain base has become a Village of Matango, so avoid it to avoid life among mushrooms. The other, if you were to travel over the mountain to the coastline, is unfortunate enough to be plagued heavily by seaside creatures."

Instead, her finger trailed down the mountain a little, and landed on a patch with a fiery color. "Cyclops live here. If they are willing to trade with you, you may at least arm yourself; I have yet to meet a man without at least some weapon hidden." She kept pointing down, toward a forest. "These woods have your largest challenge, I would imagine; many stealthy creatures lie in here. Past the woods, though, there are a few towns to seek out. Hopefully they remain."

She folded the map back up and set it atop the Kenkou Kurosu encyclopedia, before offering them to me. "I get to keep these... to know what I'm getting into, and where I'm going?" She nodded, and I gave a small bow as I took them. "Thank you." As I started to look through the book for creatures living within the mountains, she left the room and came back with my clothes, well dried and folded. "Heh... Thank you, ma'am."

Her fingers had cooled again by the time I grabbed the clothes, and I felt them only getting back to her normal temperature as she helped slide the clothes carefully over my skin again. "I do not know if your strange origin will help you avoid the charms and effects of the monsters here. But I somehow feel you will be both safe, and in danger--you feel different, and with that, there is some attraction to you beyond what I normally felt."

I nodded, and kind of understood. Everything felt some attraction to what's different and new, and in a world where Monsters seemed to want to have so much to do with Men, it probably put me at some kind of risk. Why, I don't know, but at least now I understood why she wanted me to arm myself. "Then now I just have to find my course? Or, at least what I want to come of being here."

After all, there were quite a few entries that seemed to involve a lifetime of copulation or an eternity of fulfilling a single attraction to a being. While I genuinely did want more, a happy relationship, there was at least a tiny bit of comfort in that failure would most likely just be a "lesser of two evils", in a way.

Still, the Yukionna nodded and cupped her palms to my cheeks. "I can guide you by the wind and stave off the cold until you leave the mountaintop. After that, however, I can not assist you, sir." She stood back and rested her hands at her front, tilting her head a little. "Do you need time to plot your course?"

I nodded, and she motioned back to the cushion I was atop before. "Thank you... really. And, I remember reading you'll want to see me again. I can only promise to seek you out, if I ever somehow wind up back at this mountain again." She nodded back in understanding as I opened the book again.

Page after page, many of the same themes. Charm magic, aphrodisiac components, swarms, kidnappings. Feeds off of or fueled by semen, feeds off souls... the thought of dying to feed a monster by soul instead of body made me shudder. A few omnivores, but many seemed to keep prisoners...

A werewolf, if defeated alone, would at least have a sense of loyalty to a victor. A Red Slime still goes by instinct, but can speak and feel almost complete emotions... Holstaurus would seek to marry, and certainly seemed nonviolent. Weresheep? An eternity of sleep and sex due to her wool would be interesting, at least. Honeybees and Giant Ants both seemed like hard workers with secure and fulfilling lives. If I could learn the language for a Golem, it could be made to be pretty close to human. Unicorn would reject me by now, I've already touched one Monster.

Well, at least there were nonviolent and humanoid solutions for where to end up if I somehow found a human female that hadn't been transformed already. With a glance at the map, it became pretty clear that I was at least headed toward the south of the Forest. There was a bit of a marsh in the way, but with luck, the city at the Grassland's tip would be around to welcome me. If not, east by the coast would be a port town worth trying.

I looked back up, and she was still gazing at me. I was still a little uncomfortable leaving her, regardless. Even with the "warmth" repayment, she did save me. I stood up, and held the map and book both to my chest with one arm, hugging her softly with the other. "Thank you, for your help. There are two towns to view, and I'll head for the plains first."

She nodded and gave me a soft hug before gliding to the door and grasping its handle. "Then, sir, I wish you nothing but success. Thank you, for visiting me." She slowly opened the door, revealing a very white scene outside. No wind, no snowing, just a sheet of white and few rocky outcrops showing. "The last gift I can promise, is to help guide you to the cyclops. Follow the wind."

I gave her an appreciative hug before starting to move back into the snow. Without the blizzard about, it was far more bearable. A wind hit my side, and as ordered, I started to move with it so it was at my back. With it guiding my steps, I was able to ignore the cold's build on my body for a while, having seen the rock that seemed to be straight before me as the wind led me.

As soon as I hit the rock, the wind stopped. Peering over, I saw a very poorly kept, rocky leading down, snow mixed among a few stones but stopping quite abruptly anyway. I reached down and grabbed a long, thin rock in my spare hand. If I was to keep a straight line, I needed to mark it. I looked behind me, drawing a line from my path in the snow to the rock. I started scratching a line across the rock, going out and forward. Thankfully, it made a very visible scratch, so I could see it after moving away to ensure I'm still going generally straight.


Kenkou Journey Ch. 01



With my trail marker idea set, I started to descend, ensuring as many steps as possible crossed the line made. It wasn't perfectly straight, but the direction was kept for nearly an hour of climbing. Since I had no place to hold the book and map instead of one arm, it was certainly meticulous climbing.

It worked well enough, despite being slow, but every plan hits a snag. I finally found myself at a cliff, one small platform below me visible and leading into a cave. "What do I remember dwells in caves here... Lamia, Cyclops, Orcs, and the like? Great, I'd have to take a guess--" I thought I'd have to take a guess, but a large fire from within the came lit up and the smell of smoke wafted out to hit my face.

My coughs echoed back to me, and apparently made their way in. I could faintly hear a calm voice say "Go check that cough out" before my eyes stopped watering enough to see a one-eyed lady gazing up at me. "You. Who are you and what do you want?"

Cyclops, for sure. Blue tinted skin, leather clothing, emotionless face with one eye and one horn, strong body. "The Yukionna atop this mountain told me I'd need to arm myself, to travel this country, and that I should visit you." I had no idea what to expect, but the blank stare I got in return wasn't it. There was silence for a whole minute before she looked back into the cave and descended into it. "Wait!"

I got no reply, no more questions. Instead, a rope flew up and hit my face, and my hand with the rock barely had time to catch it before it fell back down. She cried out a little louder, "Come in, just bring the rope with you."

Well, that made it easy. I gave a pull on the part in my hand, and it didn't budge. I assumed it was tied to something... To be safe, I'd still need to repel. So, the best I could imitate what I'd seen done somewhere--on a window of some kind, I think--I wrapped it around me and twisted it so I could descend without just dropping. One long, large rock was soon wrapped around with the rope, and I sighed to calm my nerves before turning to face the cliff face and starting to lower myself.

Thank god, the rope was tied up inside. It was knotted to the wall, so sliding down to the platform and walking inside was only damaging to my nerves. I undid the wrap around my body and pulled the end of the rope back in, coiling it before walking to the source of the light. It didn't take long to start hearing hammers meeting metal, and a few Cyclopses were seen smithing their blades carefully. "Um..."

"She sent you, so she trusts you. If she trusts you, we trust you." One eye looked up at me, the original voice I heard coming from her. "Besides, you look different. Stronger, more worthy of our time. Don't know why, though, since you actually look the same. Tell us what you want in a weapon, stranger. We'll see if you really deserve it, then."

So not only do I feel different, I look different. Without actually knowing why, or it being known why. It was a good idea to just accept it, and fast. "Um..." As for what I wanted in a weapon? To be able to naturally defend, without hurting or risking killing. I had to rack my mind for a moment for a weapon designed for that. It took a short time for a specific sword to reach my mind. "A sword, like a saber, but instead of the blade being on the outside of the curve, on the inside."

It looked clear in my head. Something long, thin, and sleek, that if held naturally, I would hit with the blunt side of the sword instead of the sharp. I would have to turn it around and deal with a severe shift in balance to actually do harm slashing. She nodded, and immediately began hammering, as if the sword was no problem to make.

The one who had met me at the opening stood up and pointed around the room from herself to the one making my weapon, to two who had not spoken yet. "Jira, Honey, Skye, Capri. More are in the tribe, but out hunting or sleeping. As long as you do not interfere, do as you please while you wait."

I nodded and stammered a bit at the blunt business-like greeting, and decided to at least offer my name. "I am Harabec... and, thank you. I'm not sure how I'm to pay you."

Honey didn't look up from her metal as she held it carefully to the furnace's flame. "With a test." The tone was as flat as before, but felt final, so I just nodded and started looking around aimlessly, just as careful to not potentially be in someone's way as I was to figure out what I was looking at. And what I was looking at, was a massive collection of metalwork. Armor, swords, spears, even tools so elegant they seemed too valuable to use. The collection was incredible, though I was left to wonder who it was made for.

Hell, there were display cases of jewelry and small, ornate items like daggers and claws. A few of these were stood up and about in the hallway, which I decided not to follow for fear of losing myself within a cavern of riches I wasn't going to be able to stop looking at.

Turning around, I saw a couple doors in the opposite direction I'd taken from the workshop. Careful to move as far around the working as possible, peeked into the closer door. A little meat smell wafted out, and a lot of smoke smell came with it. The kitchen? There were tables and dishes, so I assumed dining area as well. One lone cyclops, this time in a leather apron rather than work gear, continued adding the well-decorated pieces onto the tables. She finally saw me upon turning around to start on the other end of the row. "New guest... What brings you here?"

"Er..." Even if it wasn't insulting, I felt like it'd be rude to talk about Honey while she's in earshot. I slid inside and closed the door behind me. "I was told to come here, to arm myself so I can try to find where I want to be safely. Miss Honey is working on the piece right now, and I'm just kind of looking around."

Her head tilted, one eye watching where her hands placed each bowl and utensil. "What kind? And how long ago?"

"The only thing special is the blade would be on the wrong side of the curve. So swinging naturally hits blunt, and I'd have to turn it around to get to the sharp part. And it's been..." I felt an instinct to check my wrist for the time, but didn't have anything on it. So I had to take a guess based on how long I'd looked at the previous creations. "It's been maybe ten minutes now."

"Odd. It was an hour ago I heard you come in. What did you two talk about for so long?" A whole hour? I really got lost in looking at their work for that long? My hand hit my forehead for being able to lose track of time like that. "Do not fret. Most visitors spend more than that their first time viewing." With the last bowl set, she looked at me directly. It wouldn't feel so weird if it had a little feeling to it. "Are you going to eat with us?"

I nodded. Between having climbed the cliff side and trudging through snow, the meal from the Yukionna seemed so long ago now. "If I may, that would be great." Her head inclined in return and she turned around, opening a cupboard to withdraw one of a small number of dish sets.

With no warning, as soon as it had been set, the door popped open behind me. I panicked and jumped to the side as the largest lady I'd seen yet walked in, a bloodied sack of what smelled like deer meat over her shoulder. She simply nodded her head at me while she passed before handing the bag off to the cook. "This should last us at least three days, Kika." As the cook--Kika?--walked off, the newcomer turned to me. I finally noticed that, despite the size, her voice was a little lighter and higher. "Newcomer, you look to frail to be a warrior after our weapons. Are you an explorer?"

I shook my head once, but stopped halfway. "Well... Kind of, both." It felt so odd to repeat my story. But it gave me a chance to pass the time, recounting everything between waking up in the snow to now. She never once blinked as I talked, and when I finally finished, her head gave the slightest tilt. Even with a blank stare, I could tell she was pondering the same as me how I came to be here. It eventually made me blush, being gazed at for so long.

"Hm." The first sound from her came with a single blink of the eye before she crossed her arms and tilted her head the other way. "I can say for certain I've never seen a human like you. I would be delighted if it were possible to do as you have, and somehow cross to another world. Until that way is found, however, I shall stay with my daughters. Honey tinkers with your weapon, correct?" I nodded, and blushed brighter. These ladies were the daughter of the cyclops talking to me? "From the sound of your weapon and intentions, you are certainly not going to be disappointed upon leaving."

She turned to the door to start walking out, I opened my mouth to respond, and the door opened up to allow a trio more of them in, each carrying a bag or bundle of what looked like fruits and vegetables from the mountain. A few were foreign to me, but most looked familiar. The chieftain (at least I guessed her to be that) led them in to deliver to the cook, leaving me alone to try to look around for what to do.

Honey was still working steadily, Capri her helping hand. Skye soon passed by me and turned her gaze onto me. "The meal is starting soon. If you want to wash before it, follow me." I just nodded and followed, both pondering about the meal and about the cyclops' themselves. From what I understood of the book, they're the only Monster with no special reaction to human males. From how... somewhere between professional and emotionless these ladies sounded, though, it was hard to remember I was even in a world of danger to start with. Followed her, cleaned my arms and face, bailed out before a few of the messier ladies required washing a few more personal areas.

A bell rang. Everyone around seemed to look at what they were doing for a moment before either continuing a little more or moving onto something else, but all of it seemed to point to that they had a small amount of time to find a stopping point. Sure enough, about two minutes later, the same bell rang again, and again and again. In a swift but organized rush, almost everyone shuttled into the dining room again, quickly taking seats around the table. I don't know how, but a lot of what I'd seen brought in was now spread about over the table, fully cooked and looking pretty well made.

Almost as soon as any cyclops was within her seat, hands reached out to take a portion of food. Despite the mass of many arms reaching around, I noticed nearly nothing was spilled. They actually seemed to help each other quite a bit, between passing dishes around or turning them about so the larger portions faced who was reaching. "They've definitely done this before..."

I was kind of surprised at myself for talking aloud, but that was trumped by a plate of food being offered to me from the one who'd called the entire group her daughters. I nodded in thanks and took the plate, biting my cheek to avoid yelping at its heat until I could set it down. "Most outsiders do not eat with us, so I guessed you would not be prepared to take your own helpings."

As blunt as it was, it was honest. Between the meats and sides, I seemed to have a bit of everything. Most of it looked good, but I had to quell my curiosity first. "Um, miss--"

"Atka, or Chief Atka."

"Ch-Chief Atka. You called everyone here your daughters?"

She nodded. "This world tainted, or blessed, by succubus magic. We cyclops, gained ability to make children to a level near that of humans. I was the only cyclops in this region, so my wares attracted many males. The family you see is vast, variable, but all from me." So not only did they have time living together, they also had kinship allowing them to work so well together.

One of the smaller looking cyclops was staring at me, until my eyes finally caught her. For the first time, I saw a cyclops blush and look down. Skye saw this, looked at me, and had the same reaction. "Am I... imposing?"

Atka shook her head. "This is the first I've seen of this kind of reaction. But, as you were told, you are different. And from their attitudes, I would imagine an attractive different, which solidifies your need for protection from what else you may attract. Now, eat, stranger."

"It's Harabec, ma'am." I just realized as I'd said it, I'd left the Yukionna without it. And without learning her name. A pang of guilt hit me as I started to eat the food, but wound up feeling a little uplifted and energized by it. In fact, the more I ate, the more vitalized I seem to feel.

A chuckle came from Atka. It was a surprise enough for me and the few Cyclopses that could hear it to stop eating for a moment. "You truly are an out-lander, for such a new effect to make you so energized." Everyone started eating again, except me. Was there something in the food? I tried to think for a second on what I'd read, but nothing came. Cyclopses made deals, but weren't recorded as tricksters.

With no real reason to distrust, I resumed eating. And with every bite, resumed feeling like I could take on the world. Even as I finished the plate, the feeling didn't just stop and crash. Though I did feel it kind of dwindle, or simply build up and rest in me. It didn't take long before the other plates were clean, and the cook from earlier came out to collect plates.

Many of the ladies got up and swiftly left. A few lingered from conversation, including Honey and Skye. Honey saw me and looked away again, blushing as she talked with Skye... It still felt weird, to cause so much attention. Atka stood and stretched, letting out a yawn. "It is dark. Time for rest... Come, Harabec." I rushed out of the chair, not wanting to keep the chief waiting as she walked out and back down the hall with all the works of art I'd seen before. We went about half the way I'd went alone, and wound up at a door between two large display cases filled purely with swords. "This is the only room for guests. Sleep well."

She turned and walked away as quickly as she had led me, one of the few still staying behind to work on something in the workroom. I was tempted to take a peek, but decided against it. Guest or not, I still felt like I'd intrude by staying in their workplace. So, I slipped into the room, shutting the door behind me. As soon as I was in, I couldn't hear any of the hammering beyond the door. Soundproof, and lightly lit by a few candles that seemed to glow from magic instead of fire. With their dim light, I could see a few basics. Bed, small chair, mirror, an indent with a sink and (large) toilet...

I couldn't help but keep my eyes locked on the bed after the first sweep of the room. It was big enough for five, looked plush enough that I'd sink like quicksand into it, and had what seemed to be the largest fur blanket I'd seen. I ran my fingers across it, and it even felt genuine, yet incredibly soft. Whether they'd made it or simply traded, this world did indeed have some strange wonders. It was one I wanted to test out--after removing and folding my clothes by the foot of the bed, I started crawling on.

Despite looking like nothing but fluff, it held my weight pretty well. I sank a couple inches in, but when lying on my belly, still laid flat and well supported. I found myself happily cuddling under the cover and curling a little against the warm, soft bed. It didn't take long before I was out. And it felt like only a few minutes into sleep that the door popped open. My head snapped up to look, but everything else about me was still half asleep. "Wh'z at?" I could only tell from sleep-coated eyes that it was a female.

Hands soon took a hold of my shoulders, pressing me onto my back as a body climbed over me and sealed against mine. There was soon no free space between us as a hand helped press me down, the other seeming to draw the cover back over us. Even though I was shocked, the movements were gentle--I didn't feel like I needed to shout for help. As soon as we were covered again, a familiar voice uttered, "And now for payment..." The tone was a little excited, and I could finally make it out.

"Honey?" If it was her, she responded by planting her lips to mine and guiding a hand down to clench my rapidly growing erection. Within a minute of her lips sealing to mine, it became completely hard, twitching within her fingers for attention. It was soon given, as her hips lifted up and found the hole to my shaft's head, slipping steadily down over top my erection. "Mmh! Mm..." The grasp was tight, every muscle clenching firmly against me.

Her legs pinned around mine, and hands dug into my shoulders as she started to push her body back and forth above mine. I felt her breasts, heavy and firm, dragging across my chest, brushing my face every time I nearly slid out of her. With my shoulders held, I could only just reach my hands up, encasing the breasts from the sides to grasp at and knead into. Heavy as they were, they still felt tender within my hands, and my fingers were lost in them with each fondle.

"Aah!" Her cry was passionate, and her thrusting slowed as soon as my hands took her breasts. Her lips left mine as she gasped out to each squeeze I made into her bosom, leading me to sink them into her more with each grab. Her body clenched tighter around me, but everything else about her seemed to relax. I took the chance to start thrusting into her, our hips slapping together during my clumsy bucks upward. She bounced down into each push, causing us to sink down before being thrust back up to fall.

It was a passionate dance, thrusting into her body as it bounced upon my hips, leaving my member feeling gripped by insides that seemed to stroke with every brush and touch. The sheer rush of how she felt already had my precum seeping into her. My shaft throbbed, and she responded by dropping her whole weight onto my hips to bury me deep within her. Her hips started rubbing mine in circles, muscles still seeming to stroke my shaft whole even without the bouncing.

I stiffened, clenched up, and got pulled up against her body as the feelings spiked and the orgasm hit. I started to moan, muffled by her pillowy chest, as I throbbed within her and fed my pleasure into her womb. Even after the stream ended, she simply held me, my face buried too deep within her soft skin for air. I struggled within the warmth and darkness, weak from fatigue and pleasure... I didn't last long. The rush ended, and I was once again out.

The first thing I felt was an ache, throbbing in time with the pound of metal on metal. I tried to fight it and fall back asleep, but to no avail; the sound was steady and didn't even break its rhythm. "For fu..." I rubbed my head, a palm taking each temple, and heaved myself to sit up. Despite the sounds keeping me awake for sure, the bed kept calling out to me. "Can't I just take you with me?" Wasn't speaking to anyone, but my hand rubbed the fur blanket one last time as I crawled with morning clumsiness out of the bed.

My clothes were where I left them, but there were additions. An empty sword sheathe, made for a blade maybe a yard long, was on top. Beneath that was a backpack, opened to show the encyclopedia and map, a new compass, and a waterskin. My shoes had been replaced, too--old fashioned leather boots were more likely to last me than some worn out sneakers, given the environment. It took a few minutes to get everything right and set up, but it fit well and didn't seem to weigh me down as I slipped quietly through the door.

As they were yesterday, the Cyclops society was hard at work and completely ignoring me. Even Honey only gave me a brief glance before resuming toting her tools into position to get to work. I saw Atka closest to the entrance, and figured she was best to ask about two things on my mind. Careful to avoid a few flying sparks, I sidled up to her side. "Um, Atka?"




Kenkou Journey Ch. 01



She looked up at me with her steady gaze while her hands continued to stroke a grinding stone around her work. It kind of amazed me that she could do it without needing to see. "Did I do something wrong, to only have an empty sheathe? And is it really okay for me to just leave after last--"

Whether because she knew what I was asking or because I was on a touchy subject, "It's okay. We know what we're doing. As for your blade, trust us to have made it for you. It will find its way to you when you need it. And before we forget." She put down the blade in her hands and turned, grabbing a coil of rope hanging off a hook before offering it. "This shouldn't snap if you're not reckless. It's the last we can offer, Harabec. Good luck." Her gaze finally turned back to the sword and left me realizing I was pretty much back to being a stranger in the crowd.

"Um... Thanks for everything, everyone." The politics were confusing enough, so I decided to head to the entrance and back into the light. It was bright, but behind the mountain. "Thank god, I don't have to stare at it trying to do this..." The cliff face was pretty steep, but for some reason, it looked incredibly easy to traverse going down. Footholds seemed obvious enough as I turned around and went down, but looking up at my progress, I couldn't even see them anymore--leave it to craftsmen like Cyclops to make a trick mountain wall. Getting onto a proper path was easy, even if a little tiring. The only problem now was where exactly to go.

One map withdrawn and open up, and... From the Yukionna's summit to the rock face marked by fire, the path wound a bit southward. Thankfully it only had one branch, easy enough to remember--east to the Matango, or West to the forest path. Seeing as I wouldn't need to worry about that until the problem showed itself, I had nothing to do but start walking.

The path itself was nice, and fairly clear. Enough people seemed to walk on it that there wasn't much to watch out for. Sadly for me, as soon as I started to see trees, I let that comfort get the better of me and tripped over a rock that blended in with the dirt. "Whoa sh--ah!" The slope of the path took me down tumbling a few feet towards a tree, leaving me to slam into it, however soft it was.

"Yah! What the hell!?" Soft? Not wood. Creature. An hour of walking and I already stumbled onto something, and apparently something strong. My ankle was grabbed and I was lifted by it, greeted by a horned lady with a buff body and sleepy, but angry, face. "Who d'ya think you are, wakin' me up? I'm not takin' it sittin' down like a damn Holstaurus, kid!" Her arm reared back and curled up into a fist.

Instinct kicked in and I reached for the sword that wasn't there; my hand found a handle, and I instantly tried to swing however I could at the hand. Something came out, and a loud smack was heard as blade connected with her fist. She cried in surprise and I dropped onto my chest, scrambling back with my new weapon. About a yard long, right, and curved like a katana, but where a normal blade is on the outside of the edge, this one was on the inside. That meant swinging normally would more likely hit bluntly than cut...

I didn't have time to think of all that, at the time. She'd gotten over being bashed in the knuckle and tried to blindly charge with her horned head down and hands outreached to try to grab. At the last second, I dropped nearly prone and cracked her ankle--or whatever closest to her hoof could be an ankle--and the shock combined with her recent sleepiness sent her tumbling. Her face crashed into a rock and she slumped into place, hopefully out cold. "Sorry... whoever you are." Putting my sword back into the sheathe, I decided to make tracks and get away from the beast as soon as I could.

"That was... a minotaur." What could I remember? Three moods on her--aggressive, horny, or asleep. Red would force a combination of aggression and arousal, and while I don't think she would have killed, she's certainly capable of harm. Problem with the encyclopedia is it never mentioned how many of each breed may exist, or how dense and where. I took the map back out to check, but nothing. The only places marked were those hopeless to visit, like Matango villages or Slime kingdoms.

The trees started to thin out and the elevation picked up again. Amidst the regular birds, I caught sight of a couple Harpies floating around aimlessly. To my relief, none of them seemed intent on coming down and trying to sing for me. To my relief, that was all I could see in the area as I got closer to the crossroads. When it finally came into sight, a double check with my compass and map set me down the west path... not that I needed it, the view from the mountains could already give me a few glimpses of giant mushrooms grouped together to the east.

With a sigh of relief at knowing for sure my fate had been saved, I kept on walking. The sun was getting somewhere between noon and setting, probably.. five o'clock? The shadows cast by a few select rocks were making it harder to see the path, but I had to get somewhere other than a road to camp for the night. With the welcome sight of a few trees a few minutes walk down, I started to jog as the slope became more flat, and the dirt a bit better traveled.

Crack. Pop. It sounded, and felt, like I was running over twigs. Three steps into it, though, was one too late--a very simple and flimsy trapdoor was snapping under me, and I was sent tumbling down a wide and steep wall, landing on my back to see maybe three yards deep of a hole surrounding me. A bunch of cheering ensued as maybe six figures crowded around the hole. All I could see from them was that they resembled... childish adults. No better way to describe it, adult bodies that reminded me in every way of a little kid. All of them had horns and clubs, but only one was different; her horns were lopsided, her club was as big as my torso, and her breasts were incredibly exaggerated.

She didn't seem to take the weight into account, because she tilted a bit too much and stumbled in after me. I had to jump out of the way of her club as it came down with her, but she sprang to her feet with a placid face, almost daydreaming. Wiping her skin off and swinging the brutish club a few times to test, she jumped at me and tried to bring the thing down. And she did it very quickly.

I had basically a second to try to get to the side and draw my weapon again, thank god it was there. The blunt blade connected with her arms, making her yelp out and rub them both for a second. I don't know why I hesitated to try to knock her out, but she didn't seem violent, just... playing. She grabbed the club with both hands again and yanked it out toward me. Even blocking it and trying to push it away sent me back into the dirt wall, which was enough for her to grab one of my hands and yank me the other way. I lost grip of the sword as my body was tugged back and forth between the walls, slamming in just enough to shake me up before I was dropped on my butt.

The other creatures--goblins, I realized--cheered as their leader, the Hobgoblin, dropped on her belly and scooted up to yank my pants down enough to show my manhood. It took all of a second for her to pluck out her breasts, mash them around my shaft, and start to stroke it into hardness. "Aaahh.." I hated its effectiveness, but the sheer softness of her bosom and strength of her hands stroking my skin was amazing. I knew I'd cum soon and soon be a plaything to these goblins if their leader got me.

Fast strokes and jiggles of her breast, skin rubbing firmly up and down in the softest way I'd felt, had precum seeping out as her dreamy face watched mine. I reached up with what sense I could and grabbed the breasts at their tops, kneading in roughly. The pleasure she felt must have spiked like lightning, because she froze up instantly in her position. It had me pinned, but rubbing her breasts around against her hands let me catch my breath and heave her up off me.

She shivered and started to get control of her body again, but by that time, I had started to scramble up the wall. "No no no!" All I could hear from the goblin troupe was that as they crowded in front of my path and started reaching down with their clubs, trying to force me back down. I had one shot to do something stupid, but the only thing I could think of. I jumped from one side of the wall to the other, nearly lost my grip from the weight of my backpack, but managed to get to the top and roll onto my feet.

Five goblins were swarming, but I heard a click at my sheathe and saw the handle of the sword reappear. That was all I needed. I yanked it out, swatted the clubs away recklessly, and charged through the crowd as best I could. A single hand got a hold of my shoulder to try to drag me back, but when I turned the corner, it slipped off and I was free to finally put my clothes back on properly and get hauling. It took a minute's sprint to catch my breath, leaning on a tree for support.

"So, what it's... like a monster every hour? And I don't... even have a chance... at camp, before night." I looked up, and sure enough, the sky was tinting orange. A few trees were handy, but not enough to make shelter from a group of goblins that are just a few minutes away.

There was a rustle. Soon another. My head snapped down toward the source, but suddenly it was behind me. I could barely see pink flesh and bits of rope from the side of the tree I was against. Someone was trying, and failing to hide. "Um.. hello?" A yelp of surprise came out, and the skin vanished with the kind of snort some people give when they giggle. I looked at the other side of the tree curiously, but what skin I saw was two hands tightly gripping the handle to an oversized stone hammer. They seemed to shake in effort, but as it started to drop, I knew I'd be out cold if it hit.

I stepped back, and her weight crashed clumsily into the tree as she rolled into view. An Orc, if I remember, a mixture of human and pig. They were really weak and clumsy, as far as I could remember, and tried to claim men by beating them to take home. Her alone, though? She was already struggling to pick the hammer up again by the time I got my hand to my sword's sheathe.

It wasn't there, though. My hand flailed to find a handle, grasping at air... Why was it there before but not now? "Crap.." I had to wait for her to drop the hammer down again to try to move. Sidestep the swing down, grab the handle below the hammer, and slam into her with my shoulder to knock her backwards. She fell onto her butt, now unarmed, but looked wildly from me to somewhere behind me. Behind... me.

I remembered then that Orcs traveled in groups. But "then" was too late. A smack hit the back of my head, and the last thing I remember was a squeal of delight before the darkness.

I don't know how long later, but I eventually awoke to a dim light and small view of the outside... stars were out, though I was still seeing a few myself. "...Crap."

Another little snort sound came out and a little head popped out from behind a rock, followed by the first Orc I saw. She turned her head and started calling out "Hey!" to what I assumed was the rest of the party that had been set to get me. Four total finally came out from behind the rocks, all clothed similarly in little straps of leather and cloth held by ropes twined clumsily in place. I started to crawl up into a sitting position, but they instantly jumped against me and each grabbed onto a limb, fighting to pin me down. The rocks within their cave started scratching my skin, exposed completely for them to see, until I finally calmed to avoid hurting myself. They were weak, but still four full fledged bodies.

Once I started to calm down, so did they. Even still, they moved about and seemed to be dividing up my body. "You get there..." "I get first on..." "Let me be on..." I didn't dare keep up, since I knew they'd cycle to nearly no end, but got a while they zigzagged around my body to look around a bit. Everything of mine, clothes and gear, was tossed pell mell one of the sides of the wall around me, a good ways out of reach. Their weapons were a few feet from my stuff, not very neatly set. The other side had a lot of stuff wrapped up and a few buckets... I guessed food and water.

That was as far as I got. My face was grabbed, roughly for such weak hands, and stuffed toward a slit that looked and felt amazingly like a lady's part. Her weight was dropped in me and started rubbing back and forth, her skin grinding over my features as her hands pulled my face closer. Two hands lifted mine and started pressing around my fingers, soft and warm insides wrapping around each as I felt her humping against my fingers in turn. One had spread her lips and perched the slit on my leg, grinding back and forth as the other did the same to my shaft. 'Don't don't d..dammit!' Sure enough, it hardened and soon met the insides of the Orc.

My face was soon coated in a gush of pleasure, and still I was ground upon in her relentless lust for pleasure. Despite myself, I gave a curious lick--it tasted normal enough--but that earned a squeal of delight as she started crying out "Yes, lick me, slave!" and pressing her weight harder down. The grip dazed me, and I started to obediently lap my tongue out. She tasted sweet, at least, and ground against my licking as the others bounced upon my body as their toy.

The cave soon echoed with their moans of delight, my face and shaft coated in wave after wave of pleasure. My head and hips were sitting in near puddles of pleasure by the time my hands got doused with it, leaving the one at my legs whining out and grinding harder until finally a wave of the pleasure liquid met my skin. "Aw, he didn't cum in me..." They started shifting around in a cycle, trying to quickly change positions. There was about four seconds of movement until one dropped her whole weight on my shaft, causing my body to jerk and my face to mash the slit of the one hovering over me.

The cries of pleasure started up again, and soon my face was ground upon once more. "Licked her, so lick me!" As my tongue started to stroke out within her, swirling every crevice I could reach as she pressed against me, all I could try to think of was how to get out from under them and beat them into a role reversal. All I could do at the moment, though, was be a 'good slave'. I licked, swallowing the pleasure as it pooled within my mouth, while curling my fingers within the one dropping onto my hands. All ten fingers worked to try to rub within her, stroke around the outsides, and bring her gushes out as I was rubbed upon.

"Cum in me, slave, in me! Don't hold it back!" I whimpered into the skin I was licking, unable to hold back the tingles of pleasure from the orgy. Even if it's against my will, the riding was amazing--it would certainly be a life of intimate fantasy--but I couldn't, not yet. That didn't stop her slick, smooth insides from making my shaft throb and milking out my pleasure into her as she bounced, squealing in longing for more as the three seemed to cum at once.

The one at my legs finally ground to an orgasm and started to crawl around to change the cycle, with me still recovering from the wave of pleasure. By the time my swimming head caught up with my body, my face was coated in a burst of orgasm as the four had each claimed a limb to grind over. They barely seemed ready to tire, but I was gasping for air under the one commanding me to lick. All I could try was obedience, thrusting my tongue around and bouncing up into the one trying to grind my shaft into hardness again. Their orgasms doused me, leaving my hands and legs to be toyed with by the two grasping them.

That's when it hit. The one at the legs always took the longest--I had to make the others cum as much as possible to tire them out, if possible. I thrust my tongue out and swirled it against the muscle, curled my fingers to slip within a body, and found a rhythm of grinding against the third while trying to yank my legs from under the forth. She swatted my thighs and wrestled to pin me, but that I could deal with--the small gush against my face told me I had a chance.

The pleasure was sweet to taste and comfortingly hot to feel. I couldn't help but enjoy reaching my tongue into her to scoop out the sweet pleasure, swallowing it when I could to lick for more. The sensations and fact I enjoyed it sparked a bit of life in my shaft, pointing up and soon into the Orc's insides to be bounced upon. My fingers pushed up into the one atop my hands in time with my shaft's thrusting, leaving me to just try to swirl my tongue around.

They didn't seem to tire, but between the overwhelming cries of pleasure, I heard a lot heavier breathing. That alone was comfort, and one I needed. My shaft was already throbbing once, nearly cumming from the nonstop stream of pleasure. In panic, I stopped my hips and started jerking my legs up into the grinding of the fourth Orc, finally feeling her splash and cry out "Swap, my turn to ride!"

Three of them moved a little sluggish, enough for me to scramble the best I could. Two fell onto their knees, and one tumbled over top me by the time I got myself off my back. "Crap!" The fourth hugged my legs, trying to keep me from scrambling. All I could do was kick and try to yank myself free, with enough success to wriggle and get a hand around the sword sheathe. No sword, but it's all I needed to reach over and crack across their heads, once each.

They scrambled up with me, but we soon separated. They each went for a hammer, and once armed, I heard the click of metal again. My hand rest on the sword's handle in a little stare-off, while they stared at the handle that wasn't there before. "He has sword?" At least it was a shock to them.. I turned the entire thing upside down, knowing it would pull out the blade first this way, and draw it in a wild cut to snap the ropes holding the hammers' heads. I at least got two cut, making the stony weapons plummet onto the feet of their holders. "Oww! Ow ow!"

There was a panic to get the rocks off before they grabbed their feet to try and nurse them better, leaving me two that were trying to rush. Turning to blunt side again, it was easy enough to knock them over the hands to drop their hammers. This time, instead of letting them recover, I bull rushed into them and tackled their bodies into their allies'. The four fell in a jumble, and I took the chance to step close enough and rest the sword at the throat of the one whose head was highest. "I will if I have to... I just don't want to. Enough's enough."

Silence. They seemed to relax and look at each other for a few moments before nodding, getting on their knees as if awaiting commands. My sword vanished, seeming to turn to dust and float away, but they didn't change their outlook. It took the adrenaline rush's end before I remembered, Orcs either win a fight and savor raping their 'slave' or lose and totally devote themselves to... "...Master won't kill us?"

I shook my head in realization and, trusting the encyclopedia, tossed my sheathe back toward my belongings. "No... Um, "Master" won't kill you. Told you, I don't want to hurt--" I got interrupted with four cries of joy and was tackled over in a jumble, surrounded by four snuggling bodies. A lot of shifting, a little pushing, and we were sitting up in a crowd against each other. My head was pulled into two sets of breasts, pillowed and held into place by all four arms as the other two lied up against my front and nuzzled into me repeatedly.

I couldn't find a chance to ask or speak. All I heard was a gaggle of "Are you okay?" "We didn't hurt you, did we?" "Are you hungry?" "Can you still please me, Master?" "Did we tire you?" "Is it time to sleep?" "Thank you for not hurting--"




Kenkou Journey Ch. 01



"Enough, quiet, please!" The silence was almost immediate, but the affectionate squeezes and little nuzzles didn't cease. One tried to straddle herself over my hips, taking advantage of my erection to slip herself atop it and cuddle up to me while bouncing gently upon my hips. "Mmh.. Hang on..." She obeyed and bit her lip, face clear with desire. "I just, don't know where I am, or who you are, or anything. This has been a rush for me. Yes, I'm tired, and hungry, but--"

Well before I could finish, three of them broke away and went off to tote back something. Soon I was surrounded by a bucket of water, small package of dried meat and some vegetables, and a pile of furs. The fourth, the entire time, was trying to straddle herself behind me and nestle me into lying atop her as if to be my bed. I was shocked at how intent they seemed on tending to me from just a suggestion of hunger, but gratefully accepted the bits of food and drink as they came.

Even as they fed me, they tried to make a toy of my body. While waiting to offer a bite, my legs were ground on or shaft nuzzled in desire. One finally got the guts to sit atop my hips and slip me inside, bouncing very gently again while bundling up the furs around us. Soon my stomach felt bloated, but even saying "I'm full, thank you" had to be repeated a few times in their desire to see me totally sated. They reluctantly left to replace the cave's stock before pouncing into the pile again, cuddling up to me and coating our entire pile of bodies with furs to blanket us. "I... um, ladies?"

"Yes, Master?" rung out four times, in near unison. This was going to take getting used to.

"Just Harabec, not Master... Anyway, just... I know you all want more, but not now. Let's sleep, and tomorrow I can figure out where I am and what I'll d--what we'll do." I looked around nervously, hoping they didn't seem to realize I intended to escape. Their fawning expressions didn't change, and despite the disappointed expressions at no more sex, they settled in comfortably and we all ended up buried in soft skin and fluffy fur. Try as I could to stay awake to plan something to escape without having to fight my way out, the relaxing embrace of their bodies had me soon asleep.

The next couple days went by like clockwork. Except instead of dull, every moment was spent behind held, kissed, talked to, fed, or fucked. Wake up and get carried (until struggles to walk on my own power were noticed) to wash, get seduced and teased into having to bend one over and hump. By the time the cave was reached, fondled enough that another would ask permission to get release. Eat with one hand, another would always be aimed at my hips to get me ready for another. This ritual continued for every hour of light and many of the dark, leaving me with basically no chances to leave or bring myself to outright say "I need to go."

I finally got a chance on day three. Food was at an extreme low, and a full meal couldn't be had. The ladies needed to hunt, and left one of the four to stay with me for company. One, at least, was enough to not drown out anything to be said and wouldn't overpower me. She was cuddling up to my side--hard to refuse the desire to just give in and let her affections roam--but I stood and started to head to my gear. "...Master?"

Her hand took my wrist and tried to pull it away as I put my weapon's sheathe back into my belt. "Not... anymore. I'm sorry." I had my pack held in one hand, which made everything, so my other was free to pat atop her head and rest on the hair to rub between her small, droopy ears. "I wish it were as easy as just living like this. And believe me, you four would be amazing. But a life of lust like this isn't for me. I really hope you four get to take, or be taken by a guy who can appreciate it more."

A small part of my mind yelled out 'Are you nuts!? Being near worshiped all day for the rest of your life isn't enough?' But I knew then and now I had to explore and try to find out, even if it meant leaving. So I had to avoid looking at the heartbroken face and mouthed "I'll miss you" before trying to scramble out and down the mountain as quick as possible to avoid the others.

To my dismay, immediately below the first cliff face was a town-sized grouping of mushrooms. Even worse, little green spores were visible below the area, wafting up with the thermals. Matango village, and I was very close. It took a minute to get back to the path, which was dangerously close to the village's spore clouds, but going back up it put me at the crossroads that led down into the forest of my initial ambush with the Orcs. Sprinting as long as my breath could carry me, I passed well beyond the Goblins' trap and the woods before needing to stop for breath.

Between pants and coughs, all I could think to do was take out my map and what odd pen the cyclops provided, making a little heart and 'Orc' scribble where the cave sort of was. A life of lust wasn't for me, no, but it was definitely felt like it could still end in being generally happy.



Kenkou Journey Ch. 02



It took a while of shuffling my feet to finally get past having abandoned the Orcs like that. Straight from the book, their nature is to either savor owning slaves or utterly fawn over a master, so to get abandoned is probably a first and a total shock to them. I kept having to shake the thoughts from my head and keep trudging on, getting toward the growing forests at the base of the mountains.

There was a quick movement in the rocks when I made the final turn, so I kept my eyes on the spot as long as possible. Once it finally got out of eyeshot, though, there was a moment's silence before a rock fell down the rubble surrounding the path. I snapped around in time to see a Lamia, who started darting down toward me as soon as I got a sight of her. "Ah, dammit!" Another who would keep me forever if she had the attraction, and I really didn't want to get a reputation among monsters or chased down by any more than I needed to.

Turn tail, run like hell, and eventually get out of the Lamia's sight. The plan worked, but once again, I was leaning on a tree and out of breath. As I inhaled over and over, a sweet scent overtook my nostrils. It was a curious one, powerful despite its source being far away. My head swam a little as the scent seemed to pile up, leading me to get curious and start to follow it for its source.

Following a sweet smell toward an unknown source when most women in this world lure men in to be raped should've been a red flag, but the more I smelled it, the more it seemed to take over my thoughts. The process was slow, but as I got closer, more powerful. I eventually saw a few antennas sticking out from above tall grass, moving in a line. Between cloudy thoughts and blurred vision from the scent's effect, I finally saw the full line of large Ants walking toward the mountain's walls to dig down under and into it in a tunnel, toting tools and loads of the stones and dirt built.

In a haze I found myself following one, curious about the goal and the ants themselves as they worked, bodies and clothes drenched in sweat from the labor of breaking the earth to take into a tunnel deep in the forest. The ceiling was large enough for me to walk into without ducking, and showed an enormous lobby with tunnels going out nearly every possible direction. The cart-pusher I was behind poured out her load before traversing a loop, only finally noticing me. There was an exchange of tools and I was brought down a tunnel, soon losing track of my leader and left to wander in a daze of sweet scents and dimly lit tunnels until I found the lobby again, as well as a couple other men in a similar stupor.

Other men. Tunnels. Ants. A spike of pain hit my head and I sobered up some, realizing my situation. Giant Ant colony, and their sweat's scent is an aphrodisiac. These guys were being gathered for... when shift ends, they were... claimed? I couldn't remember if it was take to the queen, or followers take who they lead in, or... All I knew was, I was lost in the colony, and my head wouldn't totally clear to get out.

I looked up to the line of Ants walking around the surface, pouring loads of material down to be taken out into tunnels closer to the base. It was a seamless operation, for sure.

"Ah.. Hello, ma--ahh!" I didn't get to look as quickly as I normally would've, but I got to see a Giant Ant taking a man by the hand and leading him into a pretty out of the way tunnel. There was a little nag at my head, but I looked back up at the surface, and seeing night time start to arrive outside the colony was my only worry. The workers were finally filing back in at the end of work. The more that came in, the more intoxicated I felt with their scents. I finally got a little recall that their sweat was laced with aphrodisiac smells, but that didn't stop me from looking for the one who I followed into the colony in hopes of meeting her again.

"Oy, oy, outta me way." "Foun'a nice lookin' one followin'..." "Can yeh believe th' progress t'day?" The tunnels soon become full of echos of these kinds of comments as the group of men became lost in the crowd, soon led away by Ants through the tunnels. I felt fingers twining with mine, and my heart skipped a beat in hopes that it was the one. I turned, but even before the sight, my head knew the scent of her... as odd as it sounded to adore it, her sweat and sweetness.

"Glad ah found you first, guy. Found a few ladies eyein' ye on m'way down." Her voice was a little higher pitched than all the others, seeming more delicate than their rougher tones, but all I could do was try to tell her my name in between her pointing our ways to remember the way to her room. A few seconds, minutes... hell, an eternity later of following her, we finally entered a little opening with room for a few basics. Bed, room for clothing, and tool rack.

If there was anything else, I didn't care. I was already being pulled over to bed, gentle despite the strength within her arms, and set upon my back. In a second, she crawled her body over mine and started deftly undoing each button and clip holding my clothing in place, just as soon exposing my body beneath hers.

I looked down once we both became exposed. She had human hips, though her slit was on the front side and a couple inches above where the ant abdomen began. Her heavy body rested down on my legs, and soon all six of hers coiled around my two to hold me still as her body ground into mine until my shaft was leveled to slip inside. Her insides were tight, strong, tugging at my skin firmly with every rock back and forth she pushed on me. Her face was melting into a dreamy look as she rubbed backwards before sliding up with a quick push, filling herself with my erection again and again.

My hands started to roam, tracing the carapace of her lower body before outlining the curves, each trace of my fingertips causing a high-pitched gasp of pleasure. I got a hold of her bouncing breasts, grasping tightly with each push forward her body slid on mine, mashing my fingers in harder the closer she got me to my peak. "Mm-mm-mm-mmore.." She hummed out in agreement and started ramming herself down onto me, our bodies bouncing together on her bed as her breasts and feelers jiggled wildly.

In an orgasmic daze, I dared to lift a hand from her bosom and grasp one to fondle at with a soft knead. Her eyes rolled upward and insides started contracting, grasping my shaft in an incredible grip that sent me over the edge, filling her room with a moan of bliss as I started throbbing and spraying my pleasure within her. My head swam with her scent and touch, grasping with both hands and meeting her incredible humps downward as our bodies met with repeated thrusts. My strength drained with the stream of pleasure gushing out, and I soon felt my arms drop from her body, feeling her needy grinds down into me.

Our bodies were soaked in sweat, drenching the bed and filling my head with nothing but her scent and feel. I couldn't think of anything but allowing her to grind, bumping up to her pushes down into me and feeling her muscles knead and stroke at my erection in the sensual dance. I don't know how long she continued, only that she finally wore down and fell upon me, rolling off against my side and breathing heavily while whispering words like "Amazing" and "Loving" as we recovered.

A few minutes passed, and our bodies finally cooled some. She was half asleep, but I was finally coming down from the high of her smell and thinking for myself again. I felt sore from the stomach down, and still weak in fatigue and pleasure. Even curling forward to sit up set my waist on fire, but it definitely felt worth it from how clearly I remembered her touch. Still, sleep definitely wasn't going to come.

I tried to be quiet while slipping out of bed, at least slipping into my bottoms and grabbing my sword sheathe as a mock walking stick. I didn't need it much, but weight on my arms was a bit of a relief as I followed the lights out toward the main tunnel. I will also say this, even a human could navigate the scents of the cave from how distinct each Ant is. Trusting I wouldn't soon forget my maiden's, I found the path to the entrance of the colony and propped against the curved wall of the tunnel to look outside.

There were a couple scouts skittering around, keeping a look-out within the tunnels and at the entrance. One decided to rest into place at the wall opposite me, fidgeting her legs as if itching to walk but otherwise still. "Norm'lly guys are the first t' pass out and we don' see 'em 'til mornin'... I think it was Clarissa who took you t' bed. Everythin' alright?"

I nodded and heaved a sigh, one hand kneading atop my thigh with a wince at the relief and pain of the touch. "Couldn't be better... At least, if it didn't end up bruising me like this. I don't blame her, though." Eager to get off the subject, I looked outside. "How often does an intruder come in for anything?"

She looked out with me. "Nigh on never, 'xcept for a couple o' Arachne tryin'a make a nest in here. We've had three who made it in, tha' we know of. Ev'ryone's kidna uneasy tha' we got another."

My eyes started moving left to right, like reading. I was trying to remember the book. "Arachne... Arachne... Um. I know two kinds, but I'm guessing you mean Ant Arachne. They look like you but just steal men to play with all day and don't work, right?" She nodded with a scowl. "I can see how it'd annoy you. Glad I didn't get gra--"

I felt my eyes snap wide, and her head looked at mine. "Grabbed by one... Ye say someone did? Who, where?"

I slapped my forehead for not remembering sooner. "That's what it was... When I got here, like after following you in, I couldn't think clear but saw someone get led away by an Ant. I mean, I think an Ant. But if all of you were working, then the Ant was--"

"--a bloody Arachne!" She reared her body back before crawling toward the colony again, motioning for the others up and about to come upward. It only took a couple minutes before half a dozen Ants were grouped around me. "We dunna wan' her knowin' we're onto her, so us six'll do. So, th' best ye can, please tell us what'cha know."

So, I started to recount. Following Clarissa in, the group of men, an incoherent greeting, and what vague direction I knew she led him before my attention shifted. I cursed myself for letting the aphrodisiac get to my head, but the Ants seemed to understand what it did. The largest of the bunch waved it off with her hand before scooping me and resting me on her abdomen like a steed. "Don't go cursin' yourself for something ye've got no control over. C'mon, let's see if being at the scene again helps ye out."

I held a hand to my sheathe and one around her belly for the quiet ride, viewing the walkway with an oddly higher clarity due to not having smells take over my head. I recognized where I stood with the other guys, and upon reaching the opening, started pointing a finger up the path I recall being taken. It didn't take long to ride up there, but mutters and quiet curses soon came from the Ants. "Only an Arachne! Why did'n' we notice sooner?"

"Huh?" I looked over at what they were talking about, and couldn't see anything wrong. There was a path, and the tunnel in plain sight. One of the six saw my face and pointed it out. "The path's weaker an' narrower, we'd fall through while she can move some'a herself along th' wall. Damned spiders."

I looked at the path for a minute before taking a deep breath. Reckless, for sure, but if the fake needed to be ousted, I felt like I could and should help. I slid from the side of the Ant carrying me and hobbled between them, a foot reaching the path before one of their hands grabbed my arm. "Are ye mad? Ye can't walk and haven't a blade in your holster, how are y' gonna get outta 'er webs?"

"Trust me. It'll show up... Thank the Cyclopses." The Ants must have known what they are famous for, because my hand was released. I put a hand to the wall and limped inward a bit, turning back to whisper out, "If nothing else, build a wider walkway now that you know which it is... assuming something doesn't go right."

Morbid thought, but hey, I didn't know what to expect as I crept inward. There was a dim light and a strong scent of musk, as though sex was constantly present in the room. I felt my feet shuffle past a bone, and nearly get stuck in a web. Arachne for sure. As I yanked myself free from the sticky fibers, I heard the now-familiar click of metal within my sheathe.

Since it was their, I decided to draw it. To my amazement, it gave off a faint glow--faint, but enough to let me see a couple feet in any given direction. The room soon became outlined in the steadily growing reflections of shimmers off the webs. I could see her in the bed, so deeply resembling a regular Ant that I had to remind myself what she was. Her prisoner was held on his back on the bed, his entire lower body and from elbows out tied down with naturally spun webs.

I tried to kneel to get a closer look at the Arachne's face, but my sore legs finally spiked in pain and gave out. My butt hit the ground, and she sprang up on the bed. "Die!" It was a shrill hiss, and the glare of her eyes hit me as she knelt to spring at me. I found myself swinging wildly and getting a cut across one of her feelers, slicing a bit off. The shriek of pain was enough that I dropped the sword and covered my ears, flinching enough that I nearly missed her leaping over my head to try to rush out of the colony.

"Hey, get back here!" The adrenaline rush helped me get to my feet and clumsily jog out, stumbling to the entrance in time to see her trying to struggle back into the cave. Three of her legs were being held, and she was clawing at the dirt of the entrance to get back in. The Ants must have had her, lower body... I turned my blade to the blunt end and gave a full, sharp swing into one of her hands. She shrieked again and let go of the wall, soon being dragged away and out of the entrance.

With a slow lumber I managed to see her restrained by five of the ants, one tying her up. Safe again, my sword dispelled, and my strength with it. As I tried to cross the bridge, I hit a spot that gave out, sending another spike of pain that buckled me into falling down into the dirt crumbling beneath me. "Whoa boy!" A very strong pair of hands grabbed mine, leaving me dangling by the grip alone. Thank god, Ants are strong... I was pulled up and instantly draped over the back of my rescuer as she started down the path. "C'mon, boyo. Ye've saved us from an invader, ye don' wanna see her fate, and ye defin'ly need your legs tended to."

I could only keep up with the directions before the tunnels went dark, and my being awake with it. I could feel a lot of dulled pain, a little heat, and a huge sensation of relief that woke me up. I looked around to find myself in another dirt room, but this one almost seemed polished. It was... comfortingly bright and smooth, kind of refined. I curled forward to sit, finding my legs heavily bandaged and soaked with a yellow liquid that was being massaged into me with a small Ant's firm yet careful hands. 

"G'morning, sir. Clarissa sends 'er apologies, she did'n' mean t' bruise ye so much. Welcome t' the infirmary, by the way." Indeed it resembled one, now that I got a sight of all the kinds of liquids and ointments assorted. There was a small time of rubbing and a few tries to walk with no limp, only interrupted by a meal of simple breads and grain-based dishes. I didn't really have a timer to help out, but it seemed to take most of the day to get me back on my feet properly.

Even with the ability to go, though, my test walk to the center of the colony and back ended in realizing the sunset was upon us. The nurse led me back onto the bed, hands already rubbing down my unbandaged legs. "Was I out cold into the afternoon?"

"Nah." Each grasp of her hands left my legs feeling a bit more relaxed... Had I been getting this treatment since passing out? "You fought sleep for th' first hours of th' night, and then went like a babe aroun' midnight. Ye woke up right and proper aroun' breakfast for us. Truth be told, not often we get a man who gets treatment here. Nice change o' pace t' treat somethin' like this, 'specially after what ye did for us."

A little pride swelled in me at the idea of being a kind of hero to these ladies. My thoughts soon swapped over to the situation again, that I was still stuck in the colony for another night. "Um, miss, if I have to stay another night before maybe being able to go..."

"Another night o' Clarissa will prob'ly put ye right back in here. I'm not sure why ye need t' leave, but she'll understand if ye tell her t'night when the work's done. Do ye want to speak to her?" I nodded, and she immediately skittered off for a while. Even without being directly there to witness all the Ants' return home, the smells wafted into the infirmary enough to start clouding my head already. Thank god for the distance, because the nag in my head to head for the source was able to be resisted.

For a moment, anyway. Clarissa's figure soon came in, one hand resting her shovel atop her shoulder and the other wiping at her body's sweaty surface. Even having been wiped down, the smells had me on my feet and walking to her in a daze. It took me a second to realize why her face was a little conflicted, but I shook my head into clearing soon enough. "How much has the nurse told you?"

"Only that ye had a bit o' unhappy news. She thought it best to leave it there so ye could say in yer own words." Even with the worried tone of voice, her pitch still was delicate enough to make me smile a bit.

Just a bit. "I can't stay. As far as I know, I don't belong here, you've probably noticed that I'm kind of different from the other guys." However different, I wasn't quite sure yet, but that would be found out in time. "I need to find out exactly why, and where I belong, before I can do anything like settle. I'm sorry."

Her feelers drooped, but every other part of her stayed as bright as could be as she leaned to me and gave a pat on my shoulder. "Ah, buck up, boy. Adventurers are commonplace, but if I got ye in here and that led t' kickin' out that spider, I'm gonna be happy with that. Jus' promise if yer aroun', you'll check up, aye?" I nodded, and she lifted her towel to wipe around her neck again. "I should pro'ly go before I get a little needy on ye and repeat last night. Hope t' see ye someday!"

"You too, Clarissa." She soon departed, following a large rush of Ants going to feed and rest (with or with no men), leaving the colony nearly silent about an hour later. Even without a night of having her upon me, it was easy to track her cave by smell. I didn't quite have my sword to make a note, but in the dirt, the sheathe would do.

'Thank you, Clarissa. Signed, Harabec.' Hopefully a little imprint against her cave's wall wouldn't do much to the tunnel. All that left was getting some sleep. I felt torn between going back to the Infirmary and going deeper into the tunnel. A couple steps were taken blindly back and forth as I debated with myself if it would be nice or mean, romantic or cruel to rest with her one more night.

I didn't hear her skitter close, but her giggle was more than obvious. My head turned to find her reading my message, then looking at me with an outreached hand. "Yer welcome, Bec. C'mon, tonight we can just sleep." My body relaxed in relief and comfort as I took her hand and followed her back into bed. No matter how innocent the initial thoughts were, though, being close to her again had me excited. She seemed to share it enough to allow me to slip inside, but intended to hold fast to simply sleeping. It was definitely pleasant, falling asleep with a hard-on buried deep in softness and warmth of an equally comfortable body snuggled to mine.




Kenkou Journey Ch. 02



My dreams were hazy, but the entire night felt pleasant. As soon as there was movement beside me, my body instinctively rose to follow it. "Wh'z'ere?" All I got was a faint giggle as I felt myself getting clothed and wrapped in straps, a little weight on my side and back. My eyes fluttered upon enough to see darkness... weird dream.

A hand took mine, and I wobbled behind it, only very slowly waking up with each step on the way up a weirdly steep path. "Need two, Terra." The hand released mine, but I was finally able to recognize between smell and sound that I was behind Clarissa. I kept following, finally getting myself awake. She strayed from the line for a moment, calling out "Be back when ah've seen 'im off!"

We strayed only a few steps away, but she handed me a rice cake with one hand and pointed with another. "First saw ye comin' down the mountain, so if ye were headed South, go that way. Jus' take care o' yerself, aye?"

I nodded and tilted to give her cheek a kiss, causing a little blush on her bright face. "I will. Glad to have met you, Clarissa." With a wave of my free hand, I turned and started along the direction she'd pointed out, hearing her skitter back into line behind me as my procession started again.

This one was easier to mark than Orcs, thankfully. Swapping the little meal for my map, I took the pen's fine stylus and drew a little ant surrounded by a heart about where I guessed the colony to be. With that marked, a quick double-check told me I was headed down toward a path into and through marshlands... The Forest didn't seem too dense, just very vast. All I had to do was double-check my direction with the compass before starting to walk again.

An hour of walking was easy enough, thankfully. Nothing out of the ordinary aside from... well, ordinary animals. A couple deer dashed off, rabbits peeked out of their holes or sprinted back in, squirrels chased each other among the trees, and the uncommon Harpy still soared around overhead, leaving echoes of their tune without landing to sing straight to me.

Another hour. Then three. Within that time, all I could really get an eye on was a treehouse with a blonde lady gazing out with a sharp, piercing eye--Elf, probably. Undoubtedly, there were more, but that one house was hidden enough that I couldn't dream of spotting others. I turned my head back to the path and heard a gasp of air followed immediately behind a groan of delight.

I knew better than to look, but curiosity took me. I found a good sized bush to crouch behind, debating between forcing a hole open and looking over the top as the sounds continued in rhythm. There was definitely a man, and many quiet individual giggles. I finally found a crack between leaves enough to get a good enough look to get the picture.

Fairies. A little smaller than a toy doll (for the reason the name "Barbie" is coming to mind), leaving a little sparkle behind each flap of their wings, and about thirty of them with hands locked to form a rope of bodies that were wrapped around a human male. In perfect time, they all pressed their bodies into him, focused greatly around his ribs and belly to expel the air from his body. Some others coiled around his erection, a single one's lips planted on the head to suckle the beads of cum that were milked out from the contact. As they let go, he would gasp for air and stagger a bit, only to be held upright again as they squeezed in and the next Fairy in line would get a drink of pleasure.

His face was already red from the play. I couldn't guess how long it went on, but I was for some reason rooted in place to watch him get closer to blue, never once softening and feeding mouth by mouth to each squeeze into him. He finally fell on his butt, unable to take standing any more as the fairies cheered and were able to split off the chain a little. It took fewer to squeeze the air from him and tease his erection, so a few were able to fly around and giggle out, "New plaything!"

The ones free from the rope formed a circle and started to dance, soft little voices either singing or chanting as a bit of light grew within the circle. My eyes widened to what was happening before a flash hit the woods, causing me to squint and look away. As soon as it was gone, only one Fairy was left, bobbing happily in place within the air. "Yay, another one!" She sprawled her body out in the air in celebration before vanishing in a little twinkle of white light.

Everyone was gone. It took me a minute to recover from the shock, head spinning with curiosity of the man's fate as I stood. Supposedly, he was whisked away to whatever kingdom is the Fairies' home. I started to wonder what that would be like as I got up to walk, but thoughts were cut short. "I heard 'em here! I hope we're not too late!"

A little sparkle of wings, followed by another. Both were approaching off to my right, and coming in fast for such small bodies. "Dammit!" I took off like a bullet down as close to south as I could remember. My lungs finally started to give and my sprint slowed after a minute, my run getting a little wobbly as I tore through the foliage on my way away.

There was a bright flower that I didn't notice until I'd kicked it in the stem. I tripped, my face hit the dirt, and the dirt behind me moved as a shriek of pain came from the earth. I scrambled away from it--a Mandragora, pretty big and holding its flower in pain--and looked in panic at the rush of sounds from a few sides. A bear's head poked through a bush and it... no, she lumbered over, licking her honey-stained paw. A bit to the right, a herd of Centaur were starting to gallop toward the sound.

Mandragora screams... crap. They weren't fatal, they aroused men and monsters. I didn't care why it wasn't working on me, all I knew was to get back on my feet and book it. The Grizzly whined as she was left behind, but the Centaur were nearly upon me within a minute. My breath finally gave and I collapsed behind a tree, getting against it and breathing heavily in panic.

Their charging came up, seeming slow to the sound. They finally appeared at a walk, brisk but controlled. Many of them looked at me while shaking and rubbing their heads, turning to head back toward the plains. One of them, a foal, took place behind me and started catching her breath as well. "I thought you.. all were running.. after me?"

She recovered far quicker than I, but stayed still and nodded. "The scream of plant-lady made us desire. But the run and time let heads clear." She get back on her hooves and started to rush back towards her herd, but spun a graceful circle to call out "Sorry for scare!" before catching up again.

That was... unique. And a relief, at least, not going to get attacked by a group. With my own breath caught, I decided it was a good time to finally get something to eat. As soon as I got the rice cake and water out, though, a fit of coughs overtook me. Something hit my throat, and got hawked up to spit out to the side. It was a mushroom, white with a red spotted cap.

Matango had the same design. Out of fear and instinct that this forest would suffer a similar fate, I stomped the shroom into broken up mush before walking off to the South again. I could afford to eat and walk... better than risking staying around that thing. Matango had already shown up in my quest enough.

The rice cake was tough, but a little sweet and very filling for its size. As I got to the last bites, my body started to feel a little tired, the effect of a mellow state after a big meal. I started to down the last of what water I could take, enjoying the feel of drinking again. I didn't hear the push off the ground, but as a heavy weight slammed into my backside, I spurted a bit of water back out and dropped the waterskin as I hit the earth.

A purr emanated from behind me and sort of fuzzy body nuzzled down into mine, rolling me over onto my back with each push as four hands kept pinning mine with a strong grip. I saw a couple feline ears, sly smile, and plush fur coating the breasts and extremities of my captor. Werecat. And she was licking her lips before descending and giving a firm lick up from my chin to my forehead. "So you're the moron who set off the Mandragora."

"Moron?" I wrestled up against the restraints, getting one hand free to press upward with. She giggled and shrugged off the loss, scooting off my body entirely as she perched on her butt. "Run away from Fairies after another toy, and I'm a--"

"Careless little moron, yes." I looked at her face, but she didn't look back at mine. She tried to gauge every part of my body except my face; her eyes always seemed to swivel off it. "If you have to run from a few sprites, I hope you know how lucky you are I'm not quite frisky right now."

I threw my hands into the air and just turned away, hand digging for the compass in my pack again. As soon as I gripped it, a sharp pain hit my arm that caused me to drop it. "Gah! What the?" I grabbed at the stinging part, finding a trio of claw marks scratching over the skin and through my shirt. No actual cut, but a definite scratch that would leave a mark. "Can I help you?"

She giggled and pawed around me, tail stiff and up on the air as she kept watching around my chest and hands. "Oh, not at all, just enjoying how clueless you seem to be." I reached back into my pack, slowly, watching her face the entire time. I held still to try to wait it out, but her eyes never moved from the arm entering the pack.

My finger touched the encyclopedia on the way down, and a memory clicked. She's feline, her body and actions are more reliable than her words. I withdrew my hand and held it before my face for a second before dropping it quickly. Her eyes stayed on my eyes for a second before swiveling away at total random. I smirked and just picked a direction to walk away from her. "Get your scritches elsewhere."

"Excuse me?" She bounded up beside me and dug a claw into my shirt to yank my head down a little, her eyes glaring. "If you really think I want your hands on me..."

I wrapped my hand around and slid a finger behind her ear, stroking my nails across her scalp. Her claws retracted, eyes fluttered shut, and tail gave a quiver of delight as she relaxed. I smirked and started stroking the hand in circles, kneading and tracing against her head in a soft petting as my free hand finally reached for my compass, only getting it out long enough to know for sure which way was South again. "I think so, and don't mind company if you wanna come along for a while."

She popped open an eye to gaze at me curiously before lazily getting on all fours to walk at my side, head repeatedly nuzzling my hand to stroke against her head and back as we walked. I kept having to look between her and the path, wondering what exactly I was going to do about this. She was sweet at the time, but the more attached they get, the short time they have between aroused states. "So, um, miss..."

"Dianna." She gaze a little purr and cuddled her body up to mine, nearly mixing up her paws with my feet with each step her body brushed against mine.

"Right. Dianna, if I tell you I'm heading off to the nearly southmost coast of the world, you'd really still want to follow me?" Her eyes watched mine for a moment before turning away again in instinct, and my answer was a shrug. "I... guess that works for now."

We kept walking, flowers more common and the singing of birds a little louder as the thickest part of the forest started to surround us. I looked around to try to keep up with the colors, finding myself having to focus on direction every few steps. "It's really just that. I don't know you, just know you feel different and seem kind of nice so far. That's a big of a long..." She stopped, staring straight ahead. "...Don't go that way. Smells wrong."

"Hm?" I took a couple sniffs myself, but couldn't find anything wrong except a sweet fragrance, similar to the Ant's sweat. The only difference this time is there was no movement. Flowers fluttering in a little breeze, grass tilting over a bit to the same, but everything else was normal. "As long as we're careful, we'll be okay, I think. My head's not getting fuzzy like last time a smell did something, so we should be okay. C'mon."

Her ears gave a droop, but she obligingly stuck up to my side and kept walking, whiskers twitching with each sniff. I was looking around for the source, too, but couldn't find much of anything. The flowers smelled nice, sure, but they're flowers. After about a minute, they seemed to disperse into fewer numbers. Dianna's head relaxed a bit despite her vigilant watch. "I guess... just a weird bad feeling." She gaze another little nuzzle to my hand, resting into place.

I looked down at her face, but it was scowled up and her fur was on end. I turned to look upward, and instantly felt a couple nubs pierce my lips to stroke something incredible and sweet to my tongue. A hand, green. Like plants. Like vines, the ones lowering down to swat Dianna away and lift me up towards another waiting dose of the fluids. The sword clicked in my sheathe, but I didn't really notice much more than the sound. My mouth was suckling at the fingers feeding me the delicious honey taste as I was lifted up into place atop an enormous flower's petals and leaves, sitting near the base and suspended within a tangle of vines.

Attached to the tree and waiting for me was a beautiful lady, composed purely of green and yellow save for the flowers decorating her hair. She smirked in delight as she smeared a little of the nectar to her lips before puckering up, vines tugging my head to hers to seal the kiss. Once it was set, my body gave a quiver as the initial effect of the honey took over, my body starting to feel a fire inside to explore this sensation with her.

There was a hiss behind me. My head kind of lazily turned to see a cat swatting at the vines, their reach and quick lashes driving her into running away. A gentle hand took my cheek and guided me back into a kiss, a welcome and sweet kiss that deserved all my attention as I hummed out into it. Her tongue darted out to find my lips, tracing enticing circles that beckoned my own tongue to reach out and find hers, wanting to feel them rub together as her hands started to trace my body's outline. Free from intrusion, her vines were free to start encasing my body and keeping me tucked up into her own soft one.

A hand lowered, deftly exposed my hips. My erection, soon revealed, was tugged deep within softness, smooth as silk and heated from desire. My mouth was finally released from the embrace as the Alraune giggled, her hands roaming across my face and chest longingly as she started bucking and bouncing her body back and forth to hump down onto me in a wild ride. As she dropped, the vines tugged me against her, pulling me deeper within her before yanking me back as she left. The rough thrusts continued swiftly, her rhythm of dropping down against me perfect as her fingers traced against my body.

She brushed her lips over mine as she whispered, "Oh, I'm so going to enjoy this up coming Winter..." before kissing me again, my body once again spiking pleasure at being within her hold. My hips started bucking with each pull, happy and willing to slap against her own as her body swallowed my shaft whole with each firm drop against me.

Almost as if responding to the idea, the petals around us started to close up and twist, the flower encasing us and gripping our bodies closer together. My body rubbed hers up and down with each hump, her breasts mashing around against my chest every time I pressed into her, longing to feel every bit of us together like that. Her vines agreed, my body brought to hers like a toy to hump and grind at a furious pace.

Her lips drew back, moaning out in delight of being filled. Mine followed hers, my own moan of orgasm muffled within the renewed embrace as I started to throb within her, spraying my pleasure deep within her silky insides, throbbing and expanding with each squirt that fed her. Even after the flow ended, our bodies slid back and forth to thrust me within her, post-orgasmic touches spiking pleasure through my body on an amazing level. It almost hurt, feeling such intensity under her command.

"Mmh.. Hm?" She tugged away from my lips again and looked down, my shaft softening and slipping out from her body. "Something wrong, honey?" Almost as if reminded, she dipped her hand within the pool of nectar at the flower's base, tracing it around my lips before diving in for me to suckle away like a baby. As soon as her fingers were clean, she grasped my shaft and started to tug at it, watching it expectantly.

This time, the honey's sweetness didn't get to my head. My shaft felt numb in her hand, and I finally started to calm down and realize what happened. Alraune. She caught me in her flower, fed me honey... that made me want her, and definitely enjoyed every bit of it. But after that orgasm, she expects me hard again so soon?

I didn't have time to ponder it. Her face looked up at mine, smiling seductively and masking the furious twinkle of her eye. One hand kept stroking at my shaft, the other grasping my head by a grip of hair to tug my face toward a breast to nuzzle around. I blushed at the contact, feeling myself stroke every bit of her ample bust, absorbing her tantalizing scent but still unable to spring to life from the treatment.

Her hand finally left my head for a moment, moving about before leading my lips back to hers. They were honey encased, sealing and sticking our lips together in a deep embrace as she moaned in a sultry tone into the kiss. Her tongue slid out, coiling and wrestling mine around as our bodies mashed together, every bit of her softness sinking down upon me. The honey's taste steadily sank in--I knew I wanted her, I knew I'd love it, and I wanted to be erect for her.

It finally happened. The first sign of hardening came from my shaft, and it was swallowed immediately within her hips as she grasped me by my shoulders for handles to ride upon me. Our kiss stayed sealed, honey running down our chins to drip between our bodies, melding with the sweat and honey pool as her riding splashed it all around us. My body was melting into the honey, pure bliss overtaking me as I tried to buck my hips upward to meet every bounce she gave upon me.

The feeding continued, a hypnotic state of being straddled over and thrust down upon to cum within her heavenly insides. Every touch was a tease, each smell and taste very slowly dulling and taking over my thoughts, feeling content to be stuck within her sweet petals and vines. For the first time, I felt like I wouldn't be able to last the onslaught--my shaft was sore from attention, having trouble getting and staying erect.

Whether salvation from a fate of soreness or taking me out of heaven, a hand grasped the flowers' petals and yanked back. Another pair of hands grabbed a petal, followed by a third. Within seconds, the flower was forced open, pool of honey dripping out into awaiting pots. Greedy hands scooped at it as the Honeybees collected the sweet nectar.

The Alraune hissed, vines releasing from me to lash out at the thieves. In a daze of attachment to my captor, I swatted with what free hand I had to try to get the invaders away. To my horror, two of them grabbed my arm and pulled back, able to get me free from the Alraune fighting back. "No, no! Let me back, let me go!" I gave a reach toward the Alraune, wishing her vines were long enough to grab me again as the Honeybees separated. One carried me alone, while the other resumed the collection of honey.

It took a minute of struggle in the flight for my head to finally start clearing. The Alraune... she was amazing, but somehow, had gotten the furthest in making me feel like her property. I couldn't stay with her, as much as my body ached for her again. Instead, though, I had to worry about this Honeybee. I know she'd test me with sex before taking me back to her queen...




Kenkou Journey Ch. 02



As she got me onto my back and crawled up over my body, a rustle hit the bush behind us. Just as soon as her body straddled my hips to keep me pinned, I saw a familiar fuzzy head peeking out again. A Grizzly, licking her lips and looking at her paw, honey stains nearly vanished from so much licking. I had one shot, to stay silent. The Honeybee dipped a hand into her pot to to approach my own, ready to smear me with the nectar to start the ritual.

Just before contact was made, the Grizzly got her claws into the pot and started digging in for honey. "What? No, not one of you!" The Honeybee turned and started pushing away at the Grizzly, trying to fly up to yank her pot back. The Grizzly tried to wrestle the pot away, leaving me free to scramble up onto my feet and run. The sunset was just now starting to finish, purple and orange lights were highlighting the clouds. I had to get somewhere, anywhere safe to sleep. And I didn't intent to stop until either my lungs burst or I found a roof.

The universe, though, doesn't work like that sometimes. While running, I passed through a lot of something very thin and sticky. My head thought "Web", and too slowly to realize to stop. After the first was broken, I fell into another one, too slowed from my first break to get through the second. My body soon became stuck within the fibers, unable to pull back or even reach for my sword. The handle was there now; if I could get to it, I might stand a chance. But nothing on my body would move, except bouncing like a vertical trampoline.

Only three creatures made webs like this. All three of them, types of spiders. And all three types of them, as far as I read, were pretty sadistic about men. I started darting my eyes around wildly and pulling against the fibers with restrained tugs, repeating to myself, "Don't panic. Don't be scared. Keep calm, don't fight."

A quiet, sinister giggle emanated from behind me. "Now why, oh why would a little explorer like yourself have to panic while in such a pretty spun web?" I looked to my side and saw about half of her. Arachne, the regular kind... not that it was a comfort. All eight legs slowly moved toward me, six extra eyes unblinkingly fixed upon me. Only her more human ones batted in mock seductiveness as she leaned over, incredible bosom nearly spilling out of her silk-spun bra before me. "Surely you know the prettier they are, the better it gets?"

"I... uh." Before I could stutter a third time, her fingers swiftly reached up to snap the web's fibers, wrapping around my mouth in a very effective masking muffle, soon following up with a swift tangle around my body to tie me up to be carried. Again my ears were assailed by her giggle, sweet to hear but scary to comprehend.

"I can already tell I don't have enough of you from just a little bit out here... You're definitely coming with me tonight, honey." With the growing darkness and density of the trees, I didn't have a chance to keep up with direction. All I knew was darkness for a while, only made worse by the entrance to a little hollow within a large dense area of bushes. I was tossed down pretty roughly next to a pile of bones, immediately getting in a panic to squirm away from them and into a net. Her laughter rang out as she stepped over with slow clicks of her legs' sharp points. "Oh, relax. You're not part of my meal... Not for filling my stomach, anyway." She licked her lips and lowered her hands between her legs, a little trail of her twinkling web meeting her fingers to be drawn out. "Now, don't move."

The singsong voice made me groan in protest... It's not like I could move. Her hands worked to free my body but just stretch the web, spreading me out with limbs pointed in all directions. I was soon laid bare, restrained as if tied to posts, and worst of all she was still producing some to coat my shaft with. A little web secured it completely at the base, still connected to her hands to tilt and rock about like a puppet. "Are you kidding?"

She giggled as it danced around side to side under her touch, getting a feel for controlling my shaft as the movement within her smooth, soft web started to harden it once more, still sore and struggling to get erect. "Of course I'm kidding around. It would be boring to just pin you to a web and bounce on it all night long, I've got to get at least a little play time in." With that, she bent her legs down and jumped upward, landing expertly upon my hips with her full weight slamming me to the ground. I cried in pain as she cried in pleasure, her fibers having pointed my shaft toward her hole to slip deep inside.

With her head reared back, she repeated the process, jumping up with strong pushes of her legs to drop her body ferociously down upon mine, what few inches of space to bounce my restraints offered being tested and stretched with each jump she gave. Every drop down led her to yank her hands up, lifting me to slide in even faster, drilling within her with a painfully rough, slow rhythm. Her breasts finally objected to their small restraints, spilling out past bra and carapace to hang close to her belly and flail wildly as she jumped and fell upon me.

"Ah! Harder, baby, harder!" Her eyes fell upon my face, bright with laughter that her moaning mouth couldn't utter, finding a faster rhythm of plummeting herself onto me and swallowing my shaft before springing up to drop again. My entire body felt sore, arms and legs stretched by her impossibly strong webs as my shaft was pulled again and again into her like a toy. Against all instinct to try to get away, I took it, eventually throbbing in near orgasm as her hips met mine again. "That's it, show me you love this! Show me you want more!"

I didn't, but the contact became too much. She dropped again, ramming my hips into the ground as my shaft gave a quiver and pulsed within her. Her legs slid under me, squeezing tightly with all their strength to force my erection as deep within her insides as possible so my semen sprayed out into her awaiting womb. Even after the fluids stopped squirting out, her legs kneaded to grind and wriggle me within her until softening and sliding out.

She looked down at me, an unyielding gaze of interest boring holes into my head. She finally smirked and slid herself off me. "I guess something had you before for long enough... Needless to say, I'm far from satisfied. So." She bent over and grasped my jaws, her fingers puckering my lips up to be kissed before pushed downward. "Don't go anywhere, hun, 'cause tomorrow's a new day to get it right."

Before I could think of a protest, let alone try to say one, she shot out a bit of web and spun it smoothly across my mouth and down over my body. Within seconds, I was blanketed within her web, suspended somewhat comfortably but unable to move whatsoever. My eyes looked up to watch her yawn and scuttle up a web, vanishing from sight.

No amount of pulling or twisting gave me any more wiggle room than what her web already allowed. It took a minute for my already abused body to tire out, finding what comfort I could in the silkiness of my prison. With a sigh of frustration to my possible fate, I just let the darkness eventually claim me into sleep.

Wherever I was, felt nostalgic. I was on a bed, large and firm, piled with an oddly large amount of pillows and blankets with designs of spider webs. I couldn't really get up out of it, but I could at least look around everywhere else. The walls, a bright blue, stood out against a dresser of red wood. Atop it sat a box with a window, showing a couple people working out some kind of scientific stuff. Lights, sparks, and metal... I couldn't understand it, though.

I saw the carpet, scattered with clothes and a few strings attached to small devices like the ones being worked out on that box-window thing. Tell vision, or? My head gave a throb of pain, followed by a feeling of clarity. The nostalgia I felt was because this was my home... or at least my room in a home. I should have known it, but everything I saw still looked alien to me.

"Your dreams are certainly unique." The door to the right of my bed opened, revealing a stunningly curvy lady sauntering closer while looking around. Her hips were wider than her shoulders, and breasts spilling down over her belly jiggled in a threat to match in size. Her hair, a platinum-blue tint, poofed around her head and accented the sapphire eyes that locked mine in a stare. "I've not seen any of this before... It seems unfamiliar to you, too."

I had to take a breath to get my mouth to work again. "It's my room, but I can't really remember much of it. I don't know how or why I'm remembering now, but... Wait, if this is my room, who are you?" I tried to sit up again, forgetting that something in my bed had me stuck down upon it.

"Just a curious dream girl." She crawled into the bed, unobstructed by whatever had me held. Her legs straddled over my chest, giving me a clear view of her cleavage and what little of her face could be seen behind it. "Speaking of which, this kind of thing happens to people who forget themselves. You're on your way to remembering who you are. Like for example." She turned around and pointed at the box showing science stuff at work. "What's that called?"

"Tell... Tell of v..." The word finally clicked in my head again. "Telev--" A soft, wet patch of skin descended on my face, her lips grinding down against mine in circles, muffling out the rest of the word. "Mh?" I looked up, her overpowering rear dangling over my eyes and hiding the rest of her from view as she bent herself over, slapping her breasts around my shaft. "Mm!"

With an innocent giggle, she bounced her hips upon my face, causing my features to grind from her entrance down to her clit and back again. "Don't stop talking, it feels good." Her breasts were mashed into place around the growing skin, hard within seconds. "Mm, and so does this."

For the sake of getting out easier, I started to lick within her walls, stroking as roughly as I could and tasting her powerful flavor. For a dream, the heat of her insides and her taste was somehow so realistic, yet no matter how rough her breasts kneaded and mashed around my erection, I felt none of the soreness of my previous captors' work.

It was a relief, and a welcome one. My tongue's pace increased, moaning quietly against her soft lips as my tongue delved as deep as it could swirl, enjoying exploring her taste. "Not quite talking, baby, but it feels better." I felt a hand reach back and grasp at my head, feeling a tight grip but no pain as my face was shoved deeper toward her soft skin. Obediently I pressed with her, grinding around and licking outward at her softness, tongue slipping against her clit before jutting deep inside her to flick about.

"Hope you're always this good..." She sighed out in sheer joy of the treatment as her free arm scooped up both her breasts, mashing them against her chest to pin my skin between them. With strong tugs up and down, I felt the enormous globes sliding from tip to base, brushing every bit of skin at once with a firm but delicate grind. I caught myself starting to hump her breasts, wildly thrusting around with each push of her skin onto me.

My moans became audible through the muffle of her sweet skin, the light buzz of the sound causing her breathing to get harder from pleasure. Each lick tasted a bit more wetness, getting a little harder to push in as her insides constricted in pleasure. My shaft throbbed in delight of having brought her so close to orgasm as her breasts kept mashing up and down, returning the spikes of warmth and tingles through my body.

My body curled against hers as it pinned me, writhing in pleasure up against the soft skin. Each drop of her breasts down against me caused another gasp into her skin, inhaling the scent that matched her taste as my tongue slid as wildly within her as her slaps of bosom to hips. I felt stiff as a board before starting to buck my entire body in orgasm as the soft rubbing overtook me, spraying pleasure out in strong bursts against her waiting tongue and lips.

She swallowed and lowered her lips to grasp the head of my shaft, drawing upon it as if sucking a straw. What little fluids I had left eagerly jumped out into her lips, spikes of pleasure jostling me with each suckle. My head continued to writhe to the touches, the only part of me able to try to move away from the overpowering sensation.

Mercy took her as she rose up, a final squish of her hips upon my face before crawling off and standing at my side. She licked her lips and sized up my spent body as I panted for breath. "Such a sweet little treasure... It's a pity you're stuck like you are. Even worse, I think she's waking up soon." My head took its time trying to wrap around what she was referring to. I knew I was caught in a web, but the 'why' seemed hazy to me.

A flash of light showed at her hands, followed by a glint reflecting off metal. My eyes caught sight of her ornate scythe, gold and steel woven together. My eyes shot open before flinching shut as she swung. I felt a relief of pressure on my right side, and my arm was able to move again, just enough to reach around by a few feet.

As my eyes watched the arm move, reality began to settle in. The webs upon my bed turned real, encasing me from face to toe. My room, replaced by darkness with the glisten of orange sunlight on silky string. Arachne. Spider's web, holding me. And somehow, a slice went through what captured my right arm. Still clothed, so with a bit of time, I could reach my sword... for my sake, I wished time was on my side.