Inside a "stable"

You awake in a dimly-lit room, lying on a large cot. Rubbing at your bleary eyes, you realize that the wooden planks around you are forming a sort of pen; it's about nine feet tall, with a padlocked gate opposite your cot. High above is a vaulted ceiling, held up by massive log pillars. The only other thing in your pen is a small lamp, hanging just by the gate. It glows with soft blue light.

Using spellfire, just to light a room? Where AM I?

Through the gate's slatted surface you can see other pens, arranged in long rows. They stretch as far as the eye can see, disappearing into the darkness of the huge, torch-lit chamber... And every one is empty (save for your own, of course).

As you turn back from the gate, you see Kalenon sitting on the other end of the cot.

"Ah!" You let out a shriek at the monster's sudden appearance. "What--Where am I?"

He gives you a small, almost sad smile. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Kalah."

"W-why--Wait. That's not my name."

"It is... Or, rather, it is your purpose."

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself. "I'm not interested in riddles, Kalenon the Traveler. If we aren't going to have a reasonable discussion, then you may as well fill my mouth again."

"Hah!" The burst of laughter echoes throughout the enclosure, and you see the spellfire lamp flicker slightly. "I like you more and more, Kalah-That-Was-Once-The-Child-Jordan. Very well." He leans back, crossing his cloven hooves. "Ask your questions, one at a time."

"Who are you?" He shrugs and opens his mouth, but you interrupt him: "A real answer, this time. Not just 'A Traveler,' you understand?"

"Hm. I am the scout before the colony, the first to land on a foreign shore--"

"More riddles," you huff.

"I'm trying, Kalah. It is difficult to put into words you will understand." He closes his eyes. "Perhaps this will be better."

Suddenly, your mind is filled with images... Like a dream, only swifter and far more vivid.

You see and experience a new land, a continent, an entire world, with beasts and plant life you've never seen before. Most unusually, it's composed of "colors" that you never thought possible. A lake of water that's bluer than pure blue, a red-green flower that is not yellow, and a sparkling golden statue that's darker than the blackest night.

There are towns here, and dozens of cities larger than the Capital... All populated by four-armed, horse-legged creatures just like Kalenon. Well, not just like him: they seem to come in three sexes. The first is his own kind, with long, pendulous cocks... Men, presumably. The second variety all sport huge pairs of breasts, their thick nipples often dripping with blue fluid; the males can often be seen taking pleasure in them, feeding from their impressive chests as they fuck one hole or another. The third variety is nearly flat-chested, but they have wider hips and plump rear ends. Many of this kind have pregnant bellies, too, setting them further apart from the large-breasted group.

As your awareness floats out of the city and into the countryside, you perceive a network of glowing veins running through land, lake, and sea. They remind you of the "leylines" in your lesson-books... Rivers of pure mana, birthing magical beasts and fueling the work of every magician. These seem far more powerful, however... A single, tiny branch of this network appears to hold more magic than every leyline in Avaria put together.

In fact, that may not be far from reality. You follow one of the leylines as it branches into smaller and smaller streams of light... Until, deep in the wilderness, one of them disappears into a dark portal. On the other side, you see--

Humans?

A group of robed figures is channeling the portal, redirecting the leyline from this unknown world and into Avaria. Drinking from its magic, and establishing a link.

"This is where I came from, and this is how I came." Suddenly Kalenon is beside you, and he also watches the sorcerers as they continue their ritual. "I did not open the door. The founders of your own kingdom did that, hundreds of years ago... They use my world's potent mana in order to fuel their grandest spells."

You open your mouth to reply, but no sound comes out.

Then the world around you shifts and flickers, seasons passing in the blink of an eye. You find yourself standing near a group of the otherworldly almost-men and almost-women. There are about twenty, carrying heavy packs and various strange tools. One male bears a staff, and looks more familiar than the rest... With a start, you realize that it's Kalenon himself.

"Me and my comrades... The scouts and populators." The Kalenon by your side points to his slightly-younger self. "Look at me, so proud and sure. An hour from now, half of my party will be dead... The other half crippled." He sighs. "Satyrs--My kind--Are not made for your world. We must adapt to its air, its miasma, and only some can survive at all. A serious problem, if we wish to colonize your world... And we do so wish it."

Your eyes go wide, and he holds up a hand. "Worry not, Kalah. Just a small encampment to trade for exotic goods... Perhaps some 'resource extraction,' as we call it, maybe a city or two... Not an invasion. Not quite."

That does little to ease you fears, but you nod for him to continue. "A thriving colony in your world, populated by Satyrs from my own... Precarious, if not impossible. But Satyrs born in Avaria? That may yet work."

He glances at you, then looks to a group Satyrs... The probably-females, some large-breasted and some with wide hips. "The women," he says, nodding at the former, "and the womeen. 'The feeders and the breeders,' one of my mothers called them," he chuckles.

Soon after, though, the look on his face grows as serious as your own. "...Womeen cannot travel into your world. Not a single volunteer survived the journey, from our first expeditions until my superiors stopped allowing volunteers." He sighs again. "No breeders, no new breed... No Avarian Satyrs. So, we had to find another way."

You open your mouth, and this time find yourself able to speak in a hushed, mumbling tone: "...W-what other way?"

"Kalah," he replies, giving you another sad smile.

"Why... Why do you keep calling me that?"

"I was not referring to you. I was answering you."

With that, the world around you begins to twist, blur, and fade away. You find yourself back in the mysterious pen, lying on the cot... With your legs spread open, and Kalenon's huge, dripping cockhead mere inches from your pussy.

"What--No--" You try to squirm away, but his four arms have a firm grip on every one of your limbs.

"Kalah," the beast repeats. "Human women, made into human womeen. A simple spell, all things considered." He leans forward to rub his tip against your navel, leaving a smear of glistening pre-cum... And a faint blue glow, emanating from beneath your very skin. Just like the glow of--

"The lamp," you whisper. "Not spellfire..."

"No, Kalah. An aura, which seems to have run its course. You are ready."

"No, I--I beg to differ!" You flinch away from his member, which is beginning to brush against your lower lips. "Not ready at all!"

"Relax yourself," he says, almost purring the words into your ear. "Oh, you're warm... So warm--"

"Aaah!" As Kalenon penetrates you for the first time, your cries echo out of your pen and through the cavernous chamber... Past aisle after aisle of empty pens, all with cots and glowing-blue lamps that match your own.

"Kalah," he grunts, his breath hot on your face. "My Kalah, the first Kalah... Take pleasure in your task."

And, in spite of everything, you do. Though it should be impossible, your comparatively-tiny body opens up to accept every last inch of Kalenon's member. It's a tight fit, to be sure, but there is no pain: only toe-curling bliss and a deep sense of discomfort, both served in equal measure.

You reach orgasm no less than four times before the body overpowering you begins to twitch and spasm... For the second time, you pass out as Kalenon's thick seed floods your body. Your belly grows taut from the inside-out, and a final wave of obscene pleasure carries you away.