Finally, some not so alone time

As you lie in your bed, recovering from your activities with Professor Dove, your thoughts turn to the events that lead up to this day. It's strange, you muse. Prior to coming to Ash Forest, your life was anything but ideal. An orphan from as early as you can remember, you never really felt as though you belonged anywhere. Mostly ignored by practically everyone, and never knowing the reason for your alienation, you turned inward.

Searching for any means of escape, you discovered fantasy fiction novels, manga, anime and porn. Oddly, it was these genres that you found you could identify with the most… particularly anything concerning magic. You would often fantasize, placing yourself in the main character’s shoes. Your taste in porn became surprisingly broad. It started with the usual vanilla stuff… guy on girl, blow jobs, tit fucking… that sort of thing. Then you began branching out into more specifically focused forms … teens, MILF’s, anal, and girl on girl.

It didn’t stop there. Over time, you found yourself enjoying three-way, orgy and gang-bang, BDSM… even she-male and guy on guy. It seemed that gender had become secondary to you, just the idea of sex in and of itself was a turn-on. You soon incorporated various sexual scenarios into your magical fantasies, and vice versa.

It is because of this that you question the turn your life has taken. Despite everything you have been through to this point, the very real sensations and feelings, you can’t help but to feel that this is just an extremely vivid dream.

It all began the day you decided you were going to lose your virginity. You had grown tired of the porn and wanted to experience the real thing. Having no viable options for a partner, you decided to find a prostitute.

You overheard a couple of men talking about a whorehouse a few blocks over. You saved up enough money, and one day after work, you made your way to the place you heard the men talking about.

As you knocked on the door, excited for your first time, your mind played through which things you would try first. You had no delusions that you would last long your first time, or that you would perform particularly well, but you brought a few condoms and enough money for two or three rounds you figured.

The woman who answered the door was somewhat disappointing. While you didn’t expect a glamorous porn star, what greeted you left a bit to be desired. She was in her mid-thirties, the years and the profession were not particularly kind to her. She was short and a little chunky. Her red hair was wiry and unkempt, thinning and showing quite a bit of gray. This certainly did not flatter her face which, at one point may have been pretty, was pot-marked and worn.

You figured that there was no point in turning back, you didn’t exactly have any other options at the moment. So, you swallowed your pride and produced your wad of money for her to see.

She just shrugged and open the door for you to enter.

The room was a dreary setting. The paint was peeling in many places, cobwebs hung in every corner and the carpet looked as though it had not been vacuumed in at least a year. The air stank of stale cigarette smoke, old sweat and dried bodily fluids. With little ceremony, she undressed and laid on the bed spreading her legs. She told you to let yourself out after you finished and proceeded to play on her phone, leaving you to your own devices.

This perturbed you, and it took a few moments and considerable willpower to quell your anger. Once you had regained your composure, you set to the task you had gone there for.

You pulled your dick out and, with some effort, got it hard enough to roll the condom onto. As you approached the woman, it occurred to you that at least half of the foul odors in the room emanated directly from her. You had to stifle a gag.

Holding your breath, you urged yourself forward. You gripped your cock at its base to brace it, it was beginning to go soft again. You pushed your dick into her waiting snatch. The woman made no reaction whatsoever to the penetration. Not a gasp, not a moan… not even a twitch. The only sound was the constant clicking of her finger nails on the screen of her phone.

You didn’t know whether it was that she was desensitized from having countless cocks inside of her, or if she, like everyone else just had no mind to pay you. Regardless, it peeved you to no end.

You gave a few hard thrusts, with still no reaction from her. You couldn’t even really feel anything yourself due to her **** looseness and the condom. Then it all hit you at once. The disappointment of the whole situation, the loneliness, the frustration, the bitterness and anger of your entire life… You were about to snap.

Your vision started to cloud over with a red haze. Your skin, no… every fiber of your being began to burn hotly. You knew that if you didn’t leave right then, you would lash out and probably cause significant harm to this woman.

You pulled out of her, slid the condom off and put your cock back in your pants. Then, with tears in your eyes and rage in your heart, you ran out of the building.

You ran in no particular direction, knowing only that you needed to get away. You’d finally had enough, and though you didn’t know why, you were certain that something bad was about to happen… and if you didn’t get away right now, someone might get hurt.

The burning sensation throughout your entire body had only intensified, no doubt fueled by your swirling tempest of emotions… two decades of repressed pain, anger and sorrow.

Finally, your mad dash Took you to the edge of the town limits where the forest began. You crashed into the underbrush, heedless of your own well-being, concerned only with getting as far away as possible.

Eventually, your legs no longer able to carry you any further, you collapsed in a grove of trees. There, your restraint finally broke. You unleashed your fury with a bitter cry of anguish. With that cry, the burning in your body crested. You saw your hands start to transform, your fingernails extending into sharp claws and your skin changing into thick brown fur… Then darkness… and warmth…

“…It’s ok… …It’s ok… …I’m here now…”

You sit up with a start. You are breathing heavily, your face slick with sweat… and tears.

You feel warm, the warmth you felt that day, not the burning, but the warmth you felt after… soothing… like an embrace. You think of Professor Dove and look around only to find you are alone.

Sighing heavily, you check the time to discover you have missed dinner. With another sigh, you lay back down and stare into the canopy of your bed.

The warmth you feel swells briefly, then settles back to a gentle glow. It reminds you of stirring the embers of a small, cozy fire.

You think you’ve felt this sensation somewhere else. You ponder on this for a few moments… then realization hits you like a thunderbolt.

You jolt upright again.

“...Hey… are you there…", you say inwardly.

“…Yes…” Her voice is soft, but clear… like she is right in front of you… but inside your head. It still has that airy, disembodied quality, which you figure is just how it is being inside your head.

"...I heard you...", you say.

"...Well I should hope so... I did respond to you after all...", she replies sarcastically, but you somehow sense a playful smirk behind the remark.

"...No... I mean back then... I heard you... I just didn't realize it until now..."

You feel a subtle change in the warmth. It makes you think of someone putting their hand on your shoulder.

"...That was when I woke up...", her voice is sincere now. You feel kindness and sympathy coming from her. "...I woke up during your little experience with the whore... ...just before your meltdown..."

You feel her warmth grow slightly... embracing you again.

"...I saw you, so upset... I just wrapped you in a hug... holding you tightly... I just wanted to calm you down... to make you feel better... To take away all your pain... That was the burning you felt...", she continues, sounding remorseful. "...I just didn't expect you to thrash so much... and accidentally draw so much of me into you so quickly... I couldn't control it..."

She sounds like she is almost in tears. "...I'm so sorry I left you alone for so long... You might have been able to avoid so much pain had I been awake sooner...".

Not knowing what exactly is going on, but wanting to do something to keep her from crying, you try to imagine yourself wrapping your arms around an ambiguous woman to comfort her. You try to project your own soothing warmth inward. This actually seems to have an effect, as the warmth you feel intensifies, but not drastically... like she is clinging to you tightly and burying her face into your chest.

You don't know why these images occur to you... you only know that they feel right.

After a few moments of this mental embrace, you feel her calming.

"...Who are you...", you ask.

"...I don't have a name...", she answers, her voice thick with the emotion from a moment ago. "...The best way I can explain is I am a manifestation of the magical power within you..."