Boys room/ Girls room

It was the only reasonable solution, one that had proved frustratingly effective for sleepovers and school trips all throughout your teenage years.

"I'll bunk with Tom," you said, stopping abruptly on the creaky stairs and forcing Tom and Sarah to split around you like water around a rock. Before either of them could lodge any protest, Miranda played her part. Spinning around on the stair, she grabbed her friend by the wrist.

"Oh my gosh, yes! That means we get to sleep together!" She exclaimed exuberantly, "we can gossip about boys and braid each others hair!" Her sarcasm was palpable, but it still charmed Sarah enough that she couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, fine," she sighed, "but you do my hair first cause I might fall asleep otherwise." Hand in hand, the two of them sped up the stairs, giggling like the schoolgirls they were acting like. You caught another view of their asses as they went, from below this time. Miranda's robes and Sarah's body-glove really made their curves look good. Tom watched them go too, but despite the pleasant sight, he was still pissed at you.

"Why don't you want me sleeping with Sarah?" He rounded on you, towering over you from the step above. "Are you jealous that she's never wanted to fuck you?"

"No," you pushed past him, "I just want to get some sleep without the two of you keeping the whole tavern up all night. It was Miranda's idea anyway, blame her if you're so mad about it."

"So Miranda was jealous?" Tom smirked. "She should have just said, I'd have been happy to keep her up all night instead." You rolled your eyes and said nothing, content to leave Tom to his fantasy world as you climbed the rest of the stairs. The unvarnished wood creaked beneath your boots so loudly that you worried about waking the other guests.

Emerging on to the landing, you found yourself in a long, sparse hallway, with doors on each side. The stairs themselves came up at about 1/4 of the halls length, with a couple of doors set behind them and a rickety looking banister around the stairways opening. On the left, half a dozen doors stretched ahead of you, on the right there was only five, and a dark corridor halfway along that presumably lead to more rooms.

The walls were dark wood panelling halfway up, with uneven plaster above that, stretching to a high and dusty ceiling. Doorframes cut from the same sombre wood jutted from the wall at regular intervals, connected to each other by a thin shelf that split the line between wood and plaster. Between every other room, on that thin mantle, were flickering candles, in worn brass holders. They put out more light than you would have expected from those half-inch nubs of wax, but the space was still gloomy.

Directly ahead of you, was the window the innkeeper had mentioned, but it was so dark that it might as well have been a sheet of obsidian. You couldn't even see the shadows of the town outside, and the stars and the moon (if this world even had a moon) must have slipped behind a cloud. In the dim twilight, you turned your eyes down to take extra care where you stood.

A worn blue rug coughed dust under your feet as you went, the fabric only covering the few central feet of the hall. At the rooms edges, you saw why. Splattered wax stained the wood panels and floorboards, leaving behind rather awkward looking stains of white splashes.

At the far end, on the left, Miranda and Sarah were already at their room door. You could hear them whispering and laughing quietly, like they were trying to avoid waking anyone else up, but you couldn't make out what they were saying. After a little fumbling with getting the key in the lock, they finally opened the door and slipped inside, only for Miranda to stop in the doorway and look back at you.

Her hazel eyes met yours as she leaned back into the hall, and for a second it felt like she was going to invite you in. "Here, you'll need this," she threw your room key towards you. Reaching out a hand, you were about to catch it, when Tom snatched it out of the air in front of you.

"Thanks babe," he swaggered ahead of you, "wanna give me your room key too so I can keep you warm tonight?"

"No, but thanks for reminding me to lock my door."

With that, she grabbed a candle from the wall, and disappeared into her room. True to her word, you heard the key twist in the lock behind her. Tom huffed and sulked as he unlocked the door to your room, and you barely bothered to hide your satisfaction. Seeing him brought down a peg was always a pleasure. Snatching a candle from the wall, and carelessly dripping wax everywhere, Tom lead the way into your bedroom.

Following behind him, it took a second for your eyes to adjust to the gloom, despite the flickering candle. The interior of the room was a lot like the hall; cheap looking. Discoloured and uneven plaster walls, creaky wooden floorboards, and a window too dark to see out of. One thing the room did have was furniture, but not even a lot of that. There was one writing desk, one chair, and worst of all, one bed.

It was a double, at least, but that still didn't change the fact that you'd be sharing it with Tom. "Fuck's sake," Tom grumbled, dropping his axe heavily to rest against the wall by the bed. "You couldn't have just let me share with Sarah? Just think, tonight you could have been cuddled up close with pretty Miranda, instead of smelling my feet all night."

To the fantasist part of your brain, Tom did have a point. Wrapping your arms around Miranda's slender waist, spooning with her and smelling her sweet shampoo through the night would have been nice, but it also wouldn't have happened. This wasn't fan fiction. Sharing a bed wasn't a natural gateway to romance, you probably would have been sleeping in the same head to tail orientation with her.

"Let's just get some sleep," you sighed, far too tired from the long march to argue with him.

"Whatever," Tom shrugged, "I'm gonna go find out if they have indoor plumbing here." With that, he left again, bumping shoulders with you as he passed.

Once he was gone, you decided to check out your own "plumbing" situation. Tom's dick had apparently changed massively in size, it stood to reason that your equipment might have changed too.

{if game:Class = Ranger}

Undoing the shoelace-like string at your waist, you loosened your tight black leggings and shimmied them down your legs to take a look. Flopping your dick out you saw that it was, happily and annoyingly, the same size it always had been. It was a disappointment to not gain a few inches, but a relief to not have lost any.

Six inches was worse than some, but better than many.

{elseif game:Class = Wizard}

Bunching your robes up in your hands, you bundled the material quickly up at your stomach. The chill night air wrapped around your skinny legs, making your knees knock from cold even as your hands shook with anticipation. When you finally got the robes up high enough, you saw two unfortunate things. One, you weren't wearing any underwear, and two, your dick had gotten smaller. You could have tried to kid yourself that it was just a reaction to the cold, but you could tell that it wasn't.

Your reduced strength had reduced your size to something that was probably only four inches at best.

{elseif game:Class = Knight}

Hauling up your chainmail, you held it to your chest with one hand. With the other, you struggled to loosen your pants. When you could fit a hand down, you reached in and pulled out your cock, with some difficulty. The tightness of your pants added to the difficulty, but the unexpected obstacle, was your cock itself. It was bigger than it had been. It was maybe only an inch longer than normal, seven instead of six, but that combined with a little extra girth made handling it feel a little weird.

{elseif game:Class = Paladin}

Taking off your plate mail codpiece (and a few other pieces of armour that got in the way), you quickly got down to your pants. Reaching in, you moved to pull out your cock, only to start in surprise. It had felt like you were pulling your own leg. Reaching down again, you got one hand around the base of your cock, and pulled it out like reeling in a monster fish. Your slightly-above-average six inch dick had been changed into a meaty nine inches, heavy in your hand, and that was while completely soft.

It seemed like Tom would have some competition after all.

{endif}

A loud series of clunks and the rushing of water caught you off guard while you were still pondering your dick. In a hurry, you tucked it away, and set to getting ready for sleep again. About twenty seconds later, Tom came back, a look of relief on his face.

"Sounds like they do have plumbing then?" You asked, acting innocent as you stood at the near side of the bed.

"Either that or I just pissed in a weird looking vase," Tom shrugged. Without even looking at you, he strode around the bed, and got into it on the far side. At least he grabbed a sad and wrinkled pillow from his end of the bed, and launched down towards your end, before dragging the blanket over himself and, seemingly, going straight to sleep.

Rolling your eyes at his rudeness, you finished off dressing down for sleep. You didn't exactly have pyjamas, but wearing just your underclothes was more comfortable than keeping on all your travelling gear.

{if game:Class = Ranger}

Carefully, you took your bow and quiver, and laid them on the chair by the desk. At least on there, Tom wouldn't step on and break them if he got up to go to the bathroom again in the middle of the night.

{elseif game:Class = Wizard}

Now in just your robe as if it was a dressing gown, you crept over barefoot to the chair by the desk. You planted the base of your staff in the seat of the chair, and laid it to rest against the back like it was sitting up.

{elseif game:Class = Knight}

With your sword sheathed in it's scabbard, you sat it up in the chair by the desk. The tip of the covered blade rested at the front edge of the seat, whilst the rest of it lay diagonally across it, the hilt sticking up above the chairs back. It would be quick to grab in a hurry, you thought, but hopefully you wouldn't need to do that.

{elseif game:Class = Paladin}

Laying your sword down on the writing desk, you placed your thick shield in pride of place on the chair. The candlelight glinted on the both of them, dancing in the steel. Spanning from one arm of the chair to the other, you appreciated just how big your shield was, how much metal went into it, and how you could move it easily all the same. This world made you so strong.

{endif}

Turning back to the bed, you untucked the rough spun blanket from the bottom corner of the mattress. Next, you fluffed up the limp pillow, for all the good it did. It was like trying to soften a sandbag. You sighed in disappointment, but there was nothing you could do. This was the only bed you'd get tonight. It surely beat sleeping outside on the ground. With that positive perspective in mind, you blew out the candle on the desk.

The room was plunged into total darkness, and you had to feel your way into bed. The sheets rubbed over your bare skin roughly as you slipped inside, and the mattress felt barely softer than laying on a hay bale. Careful not to bump into Tom, you snuggled down deeper into the tight, rough sheets, on the hard mattress, and lay your head on the pathetic pillow, sure that you'd get no sleep tonight.

Twenty seconds later, you were gone.

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You awoke with a start. Something had jolted you from your slumber. Was it a bad dream? Had Tom kicked you? No, it was something else. The room was still dark, the dawn hadn't disturbed you, and there was no sound of toilet flushing or room neighbours quarrelling, and yet you were awake. Worse than that, you were afraid.

Something was in the room with you. Tom must have forgotten to look the door, but now you could hear it, feel it, sense it. There was something between your bed and the door. Straining your eyes into the dark, you could almost make out a shape, a silhouette, that had not been there when you had first gone to bed. Heart pounding, you pretended to be asleep, keeping one eye open as you repositioned in bed.

Beneath the covers, you slid your hand up towards the end of the bed. A few feet away, your weapon still rested in the chair. If you could surge forward suddenly, maybe you could get a hand to it before the intruder could react. the floorboards creaked, the figure moved, and your heart stopped.

A faint beam of silver light spilled into the room through the open window, the moon having slipped the cover of the clouds. It wasn't enough to see much by, but it allowed you to see when the thing in your room pounced toward the bed. In silent terror, you tried to reach for your weapon, but you were pinned down by the things weight upon your lap before you could.

There was a sudden flash of red in the moonlight, but it wasn't your lifeblood being spilt, it was flowing red hair.

"Jesus christ, Sarah!" You hissed through clenched teeth, as she settled down on top of you. The bottom half of her face slipped into the moon's beam, a toothy smile on her pretty lips. Above that, you could make out her playful blue eyes, but the rest of her face was clouded in shadow.

"Hi John," she grinned, pawing at you like a cat.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" you spluttered out, your waning adrenaline rush making it difficult to put your thoughts into words.

"I just thought I'd swing by and get a little midnight snack," she pulled the blanket back from your crotch, "hope you don't mind."

The offer was severely tempting, especially considering how hot she'd looked all day in her skimpy one piece. Cheeks nearly bouncing out the bottom, breasts poking out at the top, if you hadn't been bunking with Tom you might have relived some of those memories for yourself. There was a difference between self pleasure, and accepting pleasure from someone else, however.

"Sarah, what about Miranda?" You asked, eyes flitting to the shut door as if she might sneak in too.

"Relax," Sarah whispered, one finger tracing up and down your inner thigh, your dick still barely covered by the blanket. "I can keep a secret, besides, you wouldn't be her first boyfriend that I sucked off."

That left you too stunned for words. Sarah knew you had a crush on Miranda? Was she saying you had a chance with her? And just how many boyfriends had Miranda had, and how many of them had Sarah sucked off before they started dating?"

Those questions in your head, her warm weight on your lap, and her smile in the dark, tested your resolve. You could turn Sarah down, and probably go outside while she crawled over to Tom, or you could just let her have her little snack. It wasn't like you and Miranda were dating yet.