Passing Out

Jayne found herself naked standing on the extension of a massive stone church. To her right there was an open doorway that looked as if it led to the second story of the church proper. To her left was an open door that looked as if it led to the church’s bell tower. She heard a flapping, wings that sounded too massive to be real, and then she felt the movement of cool autumn air on her body. She turned around in time to see a woman... well. Something, that was landing.

The impressive figure was statuesque, not just because her skin was dark gray, but she looked like a classical beauty cut from marble. Her eyes were intense and yellow. Her hair and eyebrows were onyx colored and slicked back, they more closely resembled feathers than hair. She too stood completely nude. She also had a massive pair of onyx black feathered wings. Jayne estimated that the woman’s full wingspan had to be around 22’.

This crow-woman tilted her head and stared at Jayne inquisitively as she was trying to shield her privates and chest. “Jayne Bronwen. Are you well?” The question seemed genuine, but her speech was odd as if she were struggling with English, not as a non-native speaker would, but more as if the very concept of speech were alien to her.

Jayne reassured herself that this had to just be a dream. She was in bed with Tasya and would probably wake up any moment. Breathing a sigh of relief she decided to roll with it and removed her hands not worrying about the strange woman’s gaze, meanwhile trying to keep her own wandering eyes in check. “W-well. All things considered, I was either saved by a wonderful woman or a lonely mad scientist,” she jested while offering a friendly smile.

The odd-woman returned the gesture... or she attempted to anyway as if she wasn't used to the muscles on her own face. “Yes, yes. Tasya. She is a daughter. But do not be alarmed, Jayne Bronwyn. No corrupt. One other like her you will meet. She is sweet too, we like her. But she is in a dark place now. It makes us... sad.” She once again seemed to be struggling with her words, or emotions... or both.

Jayne had no idea what she meant by that... yes, by definition a woman would have to have been someone’s daughter. What did she mean there was another? Was this beautiful creature struggling to say something specific about Tasya? She tried to push it to the back of her mind for now. “Do you have a name?”

“Yes, yes! How rude of me. I’m Pump-a-Rump, my sister Tickle-Me was the one who led Tasya to you!”

Jayne’s face went deadpan at that but felt her lips and cheeks twitch as she tried not to laugh. This had to be a dream. “I see a rump I’d like to pump...” she couldn’t resist.

Pump-A-Rump arched her shoulders slightly, clasping her hands together as she flapped her wings a single time, it sent Jayne’s hair flying back, and had she not had her feet planted firmly she might’ve gone with it. The bird-woman let out a soft almost cawing sound, “haw, haw, haw. You are funny Jayne Bronwen. Maybe later. But never without Mistress’ permission!”

‘God, I’m such a pervert. I’m flirting with a monster girl in my dreams now.’ thought Jayne. “Oh? So who is your Mistress? Is it Tasya?”

The crow-girl shook her head. “Nu-uh. She’ll want to meet you later though. Oh. Yes. Yes. That’s why I’m here. Leaving two gifts for you along with a note from her. You’ll find them when you wake up!”

Jayne arched her eyebrow at that, and started to ask a question but found herself paralyzed. She began to panic as Pump-A-Rump came closer raising an index finger towards her almost accusingly... only to boop her on the nose. “Boop! Time to wake up.”