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Chapter 3 by latexdoll latexdoll

Any pets left behind?

Who is going to feed my fish.

You have the most bizarre dream. Two creatures, vaguely humanoid are talking about you while you drift slowly in a weightless space full of what look like distant stars. You have no idea what they are saying as it is in a language that you imagine no human being has ever heard, but the fact that you are the subject of their heated discussion there can be no doubt to you, although you can’t say why you would know this. One of the beings you somehow imagine as female even though the creature is only vaguely humanoid and seemingly made up of stacks of long crystals of the deepest blues and blacks. The second similarly built creature is a bit larger and by the tone and quality of it’s speech and build you imagine it to be male. They seem to be holding what looks like a lump of clay or rock that the two of them are busying themselves in sculpting while they discuss you far, or perhaps just, below them as the exact concept of space seems to be lost on you at the moment. Their heated debate continues as they fight over the lump, all the while they in turn tug and pull at the clay causing it to change form till you see it is apparent it is taking on humanoid form itself. They seem to be making some kind of doll or sculpture of some kind, ‘how peculiar,’ is all you think. The male one seems to be doing all the work, basically smacking the hand of the female whenever she tries to touch it, but she does seem to be able to get him to agree to some minor details. Finally apparently satisfied the male form casts it violently to the far corners of wherever you are.

You awaken from your dream sitting up suddenly just barely refraining from screaming as you do. Looking around frantically your eyes straining to focus you are instantly aware of the fact that it is quite cold. “What the hell isn’t my furnace…” Your voice trails off as you are now distinctly aware that it simply isn’t your voice. The voice coming from your mouth is now deeper with a hint of gravel in it. “What is wrong with my voice?” Rubbing the sand from your eyes you are then aware of a couple more things, the first being that you are stark naked, the second that your hands are now rough, not to mention rather large. Rising to your feet to get your bearings you are not sure what surprises you more, that you are easily 6’3” tall and solid muscle, that your cock is now a healthy 10 or so inches long, or that you hit your head on a rock ceiling confirming your growing feeling that you are not only not in your comfy bed, but not even yourself anymore. “Fuck me. Hello! Is anyone else here?” You bellow into the cave hoping for some kind of response, but as none comes you take stock of your situation.

While you are naked, you do see a pile of what seems to be weapons and armor. You are lying on a thick fur blanket, and were under a second before you leaped to your feet. Also you are in a featureless cave with a pretty good size fire keeping you warm from the light snow covering the ground, you can now see outside of the mouth of the cave. “So what is this heaven? Hell?” You yell to the sky to no response before muttering, “Somewhere else I’d imagine.” Giving up on some kind of divine response, and to keep you from going completely insane, you decide to focus on what you can do. The first thing you pick up is a sword, lying right next to where you were sleeping, that you remember hearing somewhere is a claymore. Hefting it’s nearly 5’ length you are also made aware of how strong you are as it seems to weigh basically nothing. The other weapons you find are a pair of long thin daggers, and an obviously very powerful bow made from curved bone with a quiver of thirty seemingly hand made, yet steel tipped arrows. Looking out to see the sun rising you figure you might as well get dressed and go somewhere. As quick as you are able you pull on the layers of cold weather clothing, boots, and fir cloak. The chain mail shirt, over hardened leather arm and leg greaves take a bit to get on, but you are a bit surprised that you even knew which piece went where.

So, where to go now?

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