Let's get Weird...And a Familiar Voice

Roland coughed and sputtered. The white substance hitting the floor as Roland fell from his chair. He clutched at his noggin as more gibberish flowed through. It was a familiar sing-song voice. He’s heard it before...but...where has he-

s’tahW ruoy melborp? uoY reven dah a eciov ni rour daeh? s’tI a eldruh m’I erus, tub ta tsael uoy evah eht egelivirp ot tsoh a eituc hcus sa I.

Roland felt a heavy hand on his back as she spoke. It was Belle, or at least he thought it was. Her words were a faint echo in a deep tunnel. The only thing he could hear was his thoughts….and the other...

tiaW, uoy nac dnatsrednu em thgir? m’I yawflah evitisop eht tacp saw delaes….

Roland’s eye rolled to the back of his skull, his world going dark.

“Much better! Some much-needed privacy between the two of us…. ”

He blinked...

A field of various colors took hold of his vision….the petals….No, roses tickled his ankles and assaulted senses with each breath. He felt...Comfortable…..At ease. This truly was a place of-

He felt a fist bop the top of his noggin, “Yes, Yes! The Meadow is a wonder of enchantment, but I’m up here mortal!” Said a slightly shrill if not melodic voice.

Roland looked up and met the eye of a goat...At least that was what he could describe it as. The gold on onyx pupils was horizontally slanted, with a lock of royal plum obscuring the other. You would think she was a wolf with the way they glowed in the moonlight. Yet there was a beauty to them. Something that couldn’t be replaced or mirrored. As for its owner, She was a small thing. A red thing. Soot black horns adorned her head that curled to resemble that of a ram, with large tits that dropped from her chest...Not to say that he’s never seen a girl's breast, but the plump pillows were quite big on her. But it was all-natural. Despite the lack of sag...

A giggle flowed through her as her tail poked lightly against his lips...The sharp stinger uncurled and dripped something pink from the end...a droplet fell onto his tongue….It was sweet…

"Like what you see? Hehehehe! I was hoping you would. You're the first to have ever laid eyes on me after all."She floated down, a rosebed quickly blooming and growing to meet and cushion her very heart-shaped bottom. The Imp put a furred claw to her lip. Her smirk widening, “Now, we can finally finish our alone time together….”

Roland blinked, His eyes fluttering as he tried to keep his thoughts from drifting to other things, how her nips were pursed enough to crack diamonds, And the more then hungry look she was giving him (if the thin line of drool was any indication.).

“You’re...You’re from before...The dream…”

She gasped As her eye seemed to twinkle, “Awwww you remember me! I honestly didn’t think you would….Mortals are fragile beings...Then again you died so I dare say its another win in my storybook!” She fluttered her eyes and knelt her head, “Now, aren't you going to thank me properly for from pulling you from ****’s door?”

Roland looked at the red imp before slowly putting a hand between her horns and gave it a scratch. She gave a low growl that seemed to be a cross between a sultry purr and moan before she inched away, She clenched her thighs as she smiled. Tongue limp and outward as she wiggled her fat ass, “You charmer you~If you wanted to push my buttons. All you had to do was cup a feel~” she as she bounced her bare tits shamelessly.

Roland felt himself reach forward before he stopped himself….She had a hold on him, at least in some ways than one…

The goat eye returned to its normal slant before she sighed, “Awwww damn it...Here I was hoping to get some action,” she floated back to the rose floor before looking up, Hands on her hips as she rose a trimmed feather eyebrow, “I suppose the fun can wait a bit. There are matters to discuss. Like my home, you wreaked when you fell.”

Roland darted his eyes in thought, “Your home? You mean...The fountain in the middle of Thimbleweed-”

She snorted, Her smile waning just a tad, "Home is perhaps too strong a word...More like a delicate prison.” She looked up. The starry sky beaming back, “Don’t get me wrong, It’s a nice place. I can even twist it to suit most of my liking. The week of the festival is usually the only time I get a modicum of attention, where therein lies the big problem..."

Roland thought about her words...He didn't know much about the festival. Or what it's for. Only that it seemed to be a big deal.

“If you must know, The festival is in memoriam of a fallen god who…’ United’ the beast races...And the fountain was a place of healings and blessings, Well, It 'was' a place of healing and blessings.”

Roland looked at the imp, an itch of worry creeping up his spine, “Was?”

“Well, when you died, you tainted the waters. Well, tainted and absorbed the waters. Annnnnd broke it, there's that part too. I used all I had to heal you. Never resurrected someone before, and I poured...a piece of myself with it," She floated upwards and traced a claw against his cheek, “Which leads me to this...Let me complete the pact...I can protect you...Service you...In more ways than one…” Her tail attempted to snake into his pants. Her smile waned as her voice grew more shrill, **** even, “The Fountain is useless without me. When the mayor finds out...or worse the church….they’ll lock me up again, or worse!!! I’ve done no wrong while I was here….I might’ve been a little naughty, but still! I’ll do anything! I’ll make you an Alpha amongst betas. A true stud! You like women right?! Men?! I can give you both! Just, please! Don’t leave me here!” She looked close to tears as she gripped his shirt, eyes wide and...terrified.