Wishful Thinking, Chapter 1.
Wishful Thinking
by Mitch Kenzo
Characters are copyright Mitch Kenzo; I have yet to steal anything in literature. If your character comes up exactly somehow, yell at me in an e-mail or something.
I'm adding more tags up here, and a bit of info about the series. Being a voraphile and navel fanatic (That's your bellybutton for those who don't know.) there will be plenty of both things in this series. There's no yiff to be found here. I'm not judging anyone when I say this, but I just don't care for it, myself.
When I was a wee little tyke and not even thinking about furries and stuff, I used to fantasize about what my life would be like if I had one wish to make, with no restrictions on it. The obvious choice was to wish for trillions more wishes, and so on. Then, as time went along, the idea became more developed as to exactly what I wanted to do with these wishes. When I got into the furry fandom, it finally blossomed, until earlier this year I figured out a way to write about that idea, and make it somewhat interesting (to me, at the least.)
I'm-a go ahead and tag some extra stuff here:
-Heavily laden with bellybutton fetishism.
-Fair amount of godmoding and magic. Only natural with wishes!
-Both hard and soft vore, likely in almost every story.
-Once again, no yiff scenes, though some pretty suggestive stuff is likely to be thrown in. ;D
-There's macro and micro in a lot of these, generally a character shrinking.
If anyone else thinks of anything to add, drop me a line. I'll be checking! Otherwise, I hope y'all enjoy the first installment of Wishful Thinking.
Chapter 1: Wish Upon a Moon.
"Unghhh..." Perry flopped into bed, exhausted, sore, and hating life. Why... Why were his days always like this? High school hadn't changed a bit from grade school. Same shit, different stink.
His day had started off pretty routinely. Perry would get up and eat breakfast, donning his favorite yellow t-shirt, red blazer, and blue jeans. The clunker he'd gotten for his 18th birthday still gave him trouble every morning. What the heck was with the thing? It'd fight and fight, and he'd pound on the dashboard until it finally turned over, the car giving up its stubborn fight for the day. The trip was a blaze to school as he blazed across the town's back streets to make up for lost time. Perry had cruised the parking lot for a good five minutes, before settling for the farthest parking place. Great, right out by the rednecks and gangsters. That'd be at least another keymark in the paint by that evening.
The school day was a blur. Learn this, equate that, formula the other thing. Review, review, review. Luckily, it was his last year of that crap. Seniority ruled. Before he knew it, it was the end of the day, and he raced to his car to get home.
Then, he stopped dead in his tracks. Leaning on the bumper of his car was Terrence. Damn. Damn, DAMN! Why hadn't he looked at least another few minutes to find a different parking place?
"Yo Perry, looks like I landed on Free Parking, and I'm here to co-llect, if you get my drift." Terrence was the resident gangster of the town and bully of Perry's entire school life. The big black kid stepped forward, grinning with a few golden teeth. "Yeah, I think getting to park next to my ride costs you about... fifty."
"What!? I don't have that kind of money!" Perry tried to back away, but ended up bumping into someone. He whirled around to see two of Terrence's gangster friends behind him. One of them grabbed his backpack and tossed it over to their leader, who flashed his shiny grin, his other teeth yellow enough to match his golden onces from years of smoking under bleachers, or wherever he could find time to.
Terrence unceremoniously unzipped and dumped the contents of his backpack on the ground. Perry cringed. What Terrence didn't extort from him, he'd probably have to end up paying in book fines at the end of the year. He began to sweat as one of the thugs behind him grabbed his blazer and shirt in a fist, holding onto him so he couldn't run. Terrence rifled through the pile of papers and books until he found a sketchpad. (Oh no! Not that!) were the only thoughts going through his mind. Perry almost fainted as the slightly smaller teen cracked a smile and started laughing. Perry knew what he was looking at. That was the worst thing Terrence could have found.
"Hey guys, looks like we got us a freak here!" He turned the pad around to the three, revealing a penciled-in lioness. But it wasn't any lioness, no. She was standing on her hind legs like a human, turning to look out with a soft smile. Her fangs only slightly showed under her lips as long hair flowed down her back. She was clad in a pair of hip-hugger jeans and a tube top. Her smooth belly had only a few patches of fur sticking up, and a very pronounced outie navel. He'd put a ton of effort into shaping that, plenty of erasure marks on the page. It was a little lumpy, lines running across it as if it was folded in and onto itself. Somehow, he could never get it to look like how he wanted it. But that didn't matter right now. Terrence tore the page out, bringing it up into the front of Perry's face.
"Man, that is one hot ho, huh? I bet you'd like to get her out of those pants. Come on, go ahead!" Terrence's finger poked through the crotch of the pants in the picture and in front of his face. "Or maybe that's not her cooch under there, maybe it's a nice mangina you're looking for, faggot!" His fat finger drooped, and then raised up, poking Perry in the face. "Yeah, I bet you like that." The finger disappeared, and an even bigger hole ripped through the picture as Terrence's fist tore through it, destroying that wonderful belly he'd worked so hard on... The next thing he saw was red, and then the blue sky as the wind was knocked out of him. Terrence's face appeared above his, as he delivered another kick to Perry's side. "I'm feeling generous today, so you bring me a hundred tomorrow. You hear me?" Perry nodded. Terrence kicked him yet again and he cried out. "I said, YOU HEAR ME!?" "Y-yes! I'll get it by tomorrow!" He cringed again, expecting another kick, which never came. "Good. Don't say I never did nothing for ya. Now get the hell out from under my tire 'afore I pop your head like a watermelon." Perry had mere seconds to scramble out of the way before Terrence peeled out, right where his head has been moments before. His sketchbook went flying out the window of the car, landing a few feet away on the ground.
Perry slowly walked over and picked it up. It was ruined. Terrence's other friend must have torn out any page that had drawings on it, because the book was almost empty. That had been the one saving grace for him this past year, drawing up all those images. They were always the same thing though, that lioness... He sighed, and almost cried as he looked at his books. Terrence's car had run over most of them, snapping their spines like toothpicks under his car's wheels. The book covers he'd bought had done nothing to protect them, big black tiretracks showing over the titles on the front of each of them. Half-heartedly, Perry gathered everything up and threw it into his car and headed home.
He'd moped around the house, watching old re-runs on Nick-At-Nite and trying to feel better. But here he was now, sore and tired, wishing there was some way he could get out of all of this. There was always one thing that made him feel better though... Slowly, he pulled open the drawer to his bedside table. His shaky hand pulled out a laminated sheet, and Perry brought it to his face. Stunning beauty and grace instantly relaxed him, for on that paper was the same lioness he had been trying to master drawing for the last ten years of his life. He couldn't believe what stunning detail could be construed on that paper, but it was all there. Every piece of fur, the perfection of her ears, and the depth to her golden eyes, and the strange coloring of her body... It was like some kind of violet shade, extremely dark, maybe a shade best described as night purple. It wasn't black, and the hue was a visible violet on the tips of her fur showing in the moonlight in the picture. Every time, since he had found the drawing on a park bench when he was eight, he'd been able to look at the image and feel that things were going to be right. However, tonight was different. For the first time, he wasn't just comforted, but a bit joyful to see her, as she smiled back at him from the paper.
Perry held the image up next to his window. Odd, it was almost as if they were the same view. The moon in the stars were in the exact same position somehow. Except for the lioness there, there was one other detail, a teardrop-shaped star next to the moon. He'd never really noticed it before, but it was there now. It brought back the hateful events of the day, and he felt his eyes starting to well up. He wiped one eye, holding the pure droplet from it up in the same position next to the moon in his window. Huh, as expected, no lioness. Perry sighed. That was just wishful thinking.
As Perry turned away from everything, the lioness's picture floated down to the floor. There was another thing he hadn't noticed before he turned away. The teardrop he'd held up was still there, frozen midair in the moonlight, like a crystal stopped in time. Very slowly, over the course of about an hour, it formed from the droplet into a spherical shape. The light of the moon grew more intense inside of it, focusing into a pinpoint beam. Another hour passed, and the bead was now full of lunar light. A more intense beam now began to move about the room, touching different objects in Perry's room , but ever so slowly being dragged towards that tear shape on the lioness's page. They connected, and once again, nothing seemed to happen for an hour.
The tear suddenly shattered on the page, having steadily raised up from the picture, a ping emitting through the room, far out of audible range, for dogs, and even for the sonar of bats. Only one thing could react to it, the image. Its surface, became coated with symbols, most of which had never been seen on the face of the planet for aeons. In fact, they had never been seen... on Earth. The image dissolved, leaving nothing left on the floor. Gone. A pair of eyes opened at the end of Perry's bed, glowing in the moonlight. They blinked, looking about his room. No, there was nothing that those eyes remembered. The figure in front of the owner of those eyes, however, could hold answers, answers they were searching for.
Perry, meanwhile, was dreaming uncomfortably. The events of that day had become meshed. Terrence was everywhere. Terrence was working on the engine of his car, tearing it out and throwing it through the windshield into his face. "That's gonna cost you one grand to get fixed, Perry." He was then in class, and it was the last day of the school year. He walked up to the teacher's desk, and in it sat Terrence, a smug grin on his lips as he opened his mouth to speak. A rotten tobacco scent spilled from his lips as he tsked at Perry. "Take better care of your books, son, those cost the school a mint, and you have to pay for new ones, for the entire class of next year." Perry's jaw just dropped, as he stared blankly ahead. "You need some special attention it seems. We're revoking your diploma and putting you in summer school, plus you can start your schooling over next year in resource classes." Terrence's cruel laugh was all around him the stench bowling him over and out the door, into the parking lot next to the tires of Terrence's car. He was looking up into the crotch of a pair of jeans. He saw a face look down at him, the smiling lioness. But it wasn't comfort for long, as the pants bulged, and a huge, fat finger came through it, filthy and stinking of cigarettes. It pressed into his face. "Yeah, you like that, don't you? Don't you... Don't you..." It echoed and he screamed in his mind as the car's tires squealed next to his face.
They never connected. The car began to float into the air, and the finger retracted into those jeans, the hole closing up, and the lioness's footpaw sailing over his face for a second, carrying a sweet scent to it. She had the car by its bumper in one arm, and with a flick of her wrist, she sent it into the horizon. She offered a handpaw to him, which he took and got pulled up off the ground, gently. The scenery of the parking lot faded, and it was only him and the lioness in the black. He walked around her, seeing her figure from every angle and admiring the detail this dream was providing him. The hole for her tail in her jeans was formed perfectly, cut out to fit and not restricting its movement at all as it swished against her legs. He walked around front again, looking her up and down. She seemed to smile, and walked closer to him, entrancing him with her golden eyes. The feline's jaws came closer and closer to him, parting to reveal sharp, and perfectly white teeth, and a soft pink tongue in the interior of the mouth, as it crept out towards him. The pink organ floated in front of him, until it connected with his cheek tenderly. It was an amazing feeling almost too real for a dream as it slid up his face and back into her maw. Her eye looked directly into his, and he could see himself in it on the other side, as if he was looking into his own mind. Memories, and all he knew about his world was flooding into that eye, both the good and the painful memories. He started to tear up a little, realizing how many more painful memories he had than good.
Finally the show of his life ended, and a handpaw reached up to touch his cheek tenderly. He closed his eyes, slightly unwillingly as he didn't want this dream to end. He could still feel the lick on his cheek, the pain from being punched gone now. Her fur was still there, too fine to be a blanket, as well as the leathery handpaw pads against his flesh. "Perry?" (No, don't wake me up, I don't want to go back to school.) "Perry." (No, please! I can't wake up!) "Perry!" (NO!)
Pinpricks from the tips of those fingers jolted him to awareness. No, he didn't want to open his eyes and face the world. He tried to shove his mom's hand off his face, and then stopped. That wasn't his mom's hand. Somehow, his mind became a bit more rational. There wasn't any light burning onto his eyelids either. He grabbed for the hand again, taking it in his own. Long, slender, furred... And leathery pads. Perry's eyes snapped open, and he jerked his head to look at that. He almost rolled out of bed in surprise, dropping the hand. It wasn't even a hand, it was the same handpaw in his dream! "Wha... What the..."
"Perry." The voice stopped his movements. It wasn't any voice he knew, and an accent he'd never heard before. This was too weird. His face moved a little bit, looking down to the side of his bed and seeing some shining orbs in the darkness, silver and reflecting the moonlight. Blinking a bit more, he was able to make out a feminine shape. Long hair, dark... Ears on top of the head, and definitely not a flat face. An intruder in his bedroom, and a strange one at that. Somehow, he wasn't afraid. "Who-What are you?"
There was a tittering laugh, and if sounds were visible, it would have sparkled in the darkness. "I'm Lila. I'm indebted to you for ending my stasis." Stasis? This was all too weird. It had to be a dream. "Uh... Heh, all right. I'm ready to wake up now. I just looked at that picture too long before going to sleep. You're just a figment of my imagination, although one I've wished I could meet for years." He sighed, pinching his arm, and wincing his eyes shut. He opened them and looked around. Still dark... Perry glanced over. The figure was still there, watching him. He was about to pinch himself again, harder, when that soft feeling was on his arm again. He looked down to see the dark handpaw grabbing him. "Perry, you are awake."
He did the only thing he could do. Perry laughed. "Come on, there's no way this is real. An image I've had for ten years somehow comes to life and tells me I'm indebted to it." It shook its head. "No, no. I'm indebted to you... for life. I can do anything for you, all you have to do is wish up the thought in your head, or speak it to me." "You mean like a genie in the lamp, huh? All right, I wish I was awake."
Suddenly, Perry could feel energy surging through his body, as if he'd just gotten a 50cc injection of straight caffeine. "Whoa! If I'm not awake right now, then I must be in some weird coma!" He looked at the window again, and slowly turned his head back. It was still there. He leaned back into his pillow, and his shadow moved off the face of the figure. It was the lioness, large as life, watching him with a small smile on her black lips. He shook now, this was too good to be real. He was trapped in his dream, never to wake. Or maybe it was real...
Why not? He thought for a second. If he'd gone insane in his sleep, there was nothing wrong with this, right? A lioness who claimed to be his Jeanie Dream, endless night... He looked at the clock, and watched it flip to 4 A.M. and frowned. All right, so not endless night, but if he was insane, he really couldn't stoop any lower. "All right, I believe you. But how do you know my name and all this? Where'd you even come from?" When he'd finished the questions, the lioness looked down a bit and away. "Well, I kind of looked into your mind. You, see, a lot has changed... I needed to familiarize myself with things. Your language, the way your world works... I'm sorry for invading your mind, and if I startled you, but I thought you enjoyed this form. Here, would you like me to change?"
Lila got up and started to lose her fur, it seeming to be sucked into her skin. It began to take on a human flesh tone, and her feline features were just beginning to fade. Perry leaned forward. "N-no, that's all right! I liked you as you were! And d-don't worry about my mind. Not like there's anything worth being angry over if you're not." He blushed a bit, knowing that if she spoke the truth, she had seen all his fantasies about her... He cleared his mind of that, just in case she was still reading! Perry watched her features melt back into the lioness he loved so much, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Hmm... What did you mean by stasis? And what's changed? I've never seen... Well, anything like you here. The only things close are these," he stopped speaking and got out a zoology book he liked to flip through for reference when he tried a varying style on her body, and stopped at the lion section. "Lions, feral forms of you, I guess. They can't talk... Oh wait, I guess you already know all this if you read my mind, huh?"
She didn't respond for a second, as she was searching through her mind to get ready for her explanation. "Perry, this is going to take a while to explain, so get comfortable." She climbed from the floor to the bed, stretching out next to him. She gave him a sly smile as she relaxed her long frame, waist stretching next to his, although her body dwarfed his by a good one or two feet. He realized his hand was underneath her warm bellyfur, and he pulled it out, blushing again. She purred and patted it back to her belly, moving it around in circles as his smooth skin flowed over her equally smooth and lustrous fur. He stopped, his hand resting on her outie. He almost died then and there, feeling the fur-covered knot underneath his palm. It was a huge knob, and slowly, as he came out of shock, his fingers traced over its surface. The fur was like velvet on it, thin and short. He could easily feel the grooves in it, separating her navel into different bumps just as it had been in her picture. She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch for a bit, before opening them and laughing her sparkling laugh again. "Comfy now?" He could only nod. "Good..."
"Perry, I believe in your chemistry class, if I remember your memory right, you watched a... documentary about astronomy. There was a theory you were particularly interested in on there, it showed two worlds very close to each other. One was dead, and the other brimming with life. In a cosmic disaster, their gravities pulled them together and destroyed them both. The result was your Earth, and the Moon. Are you with me so far?" Perry nodded. "Good. Now, what if that wasn't theory, but fact? And what if that planet had flourished for millions of years before that disaster? Evolution took a different course, an Ice Age happened, sure, but it was much shorter, by an incredible amount. On your time scale, it almost never happened. However, that meant that evolution took a different path. All the 'animals' on that planet, including dinosaurs, started becoming sentient. With that many beings being sentient, the entire planet prospered. Instead of going the way of technology, as your planet has, the inhabitants of that world tapped into nature and the universe, and gained magical powers, such as in your Earth's fantasy stories. Still with me?" Perry nodded again, and she took a breath.
"Food sources were dwindling, and with as many carnivores as there were herbivores, agreements had to be reached. You can imagine, with almost every animal being sentient, there were very few left to hunt, especially for the big reptiles, dinosaurs I think you called them in your memory. All the animals were almost at war, many members of families suddenly disappearing in the prey species, and even some of the predator species as well. But somewhere along the line, some of the oldest and wisest in the ways of magic gathered and concentrated their powers to create new magic. It gave those eaten or killed the ability to return to life, thus ending the food shortage. Animals began to use their magic to make the process enjoyable for each other, many learning to swallow food whole. Over time, they even began to evolve into forms much like your own, walking on two legs, and with more pronounced body parts, like breasts and the like. I came across the word furry associated with my image in your mind once or twice. Correct?" "Oh, heh, yeah."
"All right, we'll call them furries, or scalies. Anyway, that's what they evolved into, and stayed as. Eating became pleasurable, and a fetish much like some on your planet." She gave his hand a little pat on top of her bellybutton again, and he blushed a crimson color. "In addition to finding creative ways to use this magic for their purposes, each year, the elders would get together to try and create more powerful magics to benefit their kind, should a disaster ever strike. A few millennia passed, and not much changed. The secrets of the yearly meetings were handed down to Protectors in each race, those furries even being able to walk through space and time to some extent. Their powers grew and grew..."
"The final year, before the cataclysm, the last magic meeting was held. But, it went terribly wrong, and instead of creating a helpful spell for themselves, it went wrong, and they ended up conjuring a black hole on the face of the planet. Most of the elders and those strongest in the secret magical arts were lost, but it was eventually sealed. There was great devastation on the planet, the entire surface ravaged and crumbled from trying to resist the pull. Not only that, but it had attracted the pull of the other planet. Weakened at the guardians were, they had prepared for such an event. Many of them used their knowledge of the workings of the universe to hold back the crash, while the rest of the planet's population escaped through wormholes. The elders had created a pocket dimension one year, should such an event ever threaten the peace of the planet. It would be free of the worry of such events in the future, though they would all be cut off from the rest of the universe. The planet was on the verge of destroying itself, and the gravity between the two was just too great for the waning powers of the Protectors. They turned inwards in the last few minutes, drawing on their deepest magical reserves, and putting themselves, into a frame of stillness in time. It was much like any of your pictures, except that these contained the souls and bodies of them, in an indestructible piece of reality. A seal was placed to release them, should they ever make it to a planet with sentient life again. Once released, they might be able to move to, or even reopen the dimensional door. And the only thing that could release them would be the pure tear reflecting a moonbeam to the jewel embedded in the frame." Lila stopped, looking a bit smugly at Perry's bewildered face.
"Wait... You're here, so that must mean you were a Protector?" She nodded. "You're quick. Although, unexpectedly it seems my powers have grown even with me being stopped in that frame. I could move to that dimension without the other Protectors now, but that wouldn't be fair to you, or them." She sighed a little. "And I know so much will probably be different. I'm almost afraid of what would happen should I go. Besides..." She blinked and then hugged him. "I think I'm kind of stuck with you."
"Stuck with me? What do you mean?" She seemed to turn visibly red on her tufted facefur. "Well, reading your mind... We're linked, now. Although you have no powers, it's a ritual we used to undergo when something needed to be known so long ago. We never figured out why, but the two would always be inseparable after that. Their linked minds would cause them pain if they were separated for too long, and would never return to normal. Some mysteries of the universe are meant to be that, I guess."
Perry gulped. He didn't want to hurt, but if this was all real... How would he live his life? It would be impossible to take her everywhere like this! There was no way they could be seen out in public. He'd seen those movies. Somehow the government would know, and they'd kill the alien, or whatever it was.
As if she read his mind, she licked his cheek and suddenly wasn't there. His jaw dropped, and he felt in front of him. His hand searched for her belly, where the fuzziness had been only moments before, panicing. "W-wait, come back!" As if by command, she did. However, his index finger was embedded in her outie bellybutton, connected. The white human flesh quickly faded to dark skin and purple fur as he gave a short yelp of surprise. "Whoops!" Lila's outie disappeared long enough for him to move his finger, and then reappeared. "Are you convinced this is real now?" Perry's head was a blur of nodding.
He couldn't help but start wondering about her powers. "So, I still have a little trouble believing that you can make any of my wildest dreams come true. Like, if I wished to be the ruler of the universe or something, you could make me that?" She winced, but nodded. "You don't seem the type of person to do that though." He laughed, and patted her shoulder, shivering a little at the touch of the silky fur on his skin. "Good, because I'm not. Well... For starters, you did an amazing job on my face, it feels as good as new. Could you heal my side up too?" "Sure thing! It might tickle a little though." She gave him a devilish little smirk and laid him back on his pillow and sheets. Slowly, she lifted his shirt and revealed Perry's bruised side, an obviously large amount of damage having been done. Lila's face bent down close to his belly, and he watched her jaws open from the side. It was like something from his wildest dreams coming true, with a bonus! He'd always dreamed of her coming to life, but he never imagined that it would be like this. In his mind, she'd always be biting into his side, and begin eating him. But no such thing happened, her pink tongue lowered from her dark mouth onto his skin, glistening in the light as droplets of saliva fell from it and onto his hot side. Her breath and drool were both nice and cool on his skin, the pain of his hurt ribs and muscles fading instantly. Then, the tongue touched.
"Ohhhhh..." Perry felt electricity run up and down his spine. Her tongue glowed as it moved along his side, the bruised flesh quickly reverting to normal as her licks incorporated their healing power into his side. The glow lit up his belly, and her mouth. He could see her sharp teeth, exactly like a lion's from Earth. Her mouth was pink on the inside, healthy looking for its not having been used in millions of years. The most amazing thing was her tongue. It was smooth as her fur was, not like a normal lion's. It applied the moonlit salve to his belly, and he realized while he'd been admiring her mouth, she was still working him over. It did tickle a little, making him laugh softly. "Wow, thank you Lila. That feels incredible!" She looked at him and spoke into his mind without breaking her licking stride. "If you liked that, then you'll love this."
Her tongue climbed up the side of his belly, the glow illuminating a trail of slimy saliva being left behind it. It circled in a wide arc over the top of his belly, and then under it along the line of his boxer shorts. The circle kept getting smaller and smaller, each lap letting it get closer to his innie. He couldn't say a word, he was too busy trying not to laugh and wake the rest of the house up. He squirmed and giggled as her skilled tongue found its way around the rim of his bellybutton on his fairly toned stomach. It made a low few circles on the hard, fleshy rim, seeming to taste him, before it slid down the wall of his navel. The tongue widened, having started as a long, narrow tendril and widening into a large tongue, much like a human tongue could almost do. The appendage filled his bellybutton, air burping out it as it pushed down, closer to the center of his bellybutton. Finally it touched, right in the center of some of his bumps in his lumpy navel. He almost squalled in pleasure, pressing a pillow to his mouth to stifle his shouts.
The tongue moved in a deliberate motion inside, pressing at the crevices between each bump of his navel, and resting on each hill of flesh, the tips of the lumps extremely sensitive to him. He gasped, her cool tongue feeling like ice now, and dragging along the bottom of his bellybutton, cold and numbing. He wanted to purr like she could, and found himself suddenly able to. Having her around could be useful! But as he watched the lioness with her jaws to his belly, tongue exploring the insides of his innie, he vowed never to take advantage of her gift to him against her will. Too many people would do that if they had a chance like this... He wouldn't be one of them. Because who knew what could happen if he did? Sure, she was indebted, but that didn't mean she couldn't make him suffer!
A deep press into the center of his bellybutton brought his attention back to the present, her tongue felt like an ice spike drilling into the center of his umbilicus. Slowly, oh so slowly she removed that tongue, a blue glow on it instead of white. His bellybutton was so cold. He pressed a finger down into it and felt the flesh, numb to the feel of his probing finger, but hard and cold to the touch! He pressed the frosted knot into his belly a bit, and giggled as he felt it cold against his insides. He let the pressure off, and turned on his bedside lamp, looking inside, and seeing a slight layer of ice on the top, her saliva frozen into his navel. The pressure of the spike he'd felt was her carving a heart into the center of the ice, and he looked at her as it began to melt. Lila just smiled and licked his nose with her frosty tongue. Placing her paw over the hole of his belly, he felt it warm back to his body temperature, although just a tad chilled.
Perry rubbed her belly with his hand, and she closed her own eyes in enjoyment. His palm traveled in circles around on the soft skin and fur; Perry enjoying the feeling of her fur just as much as she was his hand. A quick squeeze of his belly from her paw told him that she liked the way he felt too. He let his finger trace circles around her outie, and finally took it between two of them, grabbing the enormous bulge. It would put some of the largest ones on Earth to shame! He again traced the lines with his fingers, giving the bulb in his hand a tweak, when suddenly her belly growled.
His hand went from her belly to smacking his head. "Argh, I can't believe I forgot! You must be starving! Surely your magic can't keep you full as well!" She smiled and shrugged. "It can, but as I said, eating is a way of life for me." Perry had to grin. "Us too! However, as you can see there's not nearly as much to worry about on a food supply. Just a second, I'll go see if there's anything left from that ham downstairs. If anyone besides me comes in, hide." He opened his bedroom door and headed to the fridge. They'd just had a huge ham for dinner that night, and there was plenty for leftovers. He was looking and spied it on the bottom shelf. "There we go." "Ooh, that looks yummy!" "Wah!" Perry almost jumped out of the skin when he heard Lila's voice right next to his ear. He looked on his shoulder... She was only a few inches tall now! He chuckled, and grabbed a huge slice of ham, putting it on a plate and going back upstairs. Closing the door behind him, he set it on his bedside table. "I know it's not much, but I don't want things to look suspicious. I'll take you shopping tomorrow or something."
To his amazement, Lila hopped down from his shoulder, landing on the edge of the plate and sliding down the side next to the ham. "There's more than enough for me here! Don't worry about me, it's covered!" With a tiny roar, the lioness leapt onto the cut of meat, acting crazed as she bit into the squishy ground at her feet, and tore a hunk of the ham out. She looked back at him, sucking the ham down and giggled. "What do you think, do I make a good lion?" He almost fell over from the irony, but nodded in agreement. She crossed her legs, and instead used her claws to cut out some more of the meat now, criss crossing pieces of ham and dicing them up. The beautiful feline poked them onto the ends of her claws and ate the squares like large appetizers, chewing slowly and letting her mouth remember food. "Mmm... Really salty, but not bad! I kinda like the way you taste better though." She flashed a toothy show at him, and he poked a finger gently into her teeth. Then they both laughed, as she continued eating the meat she was sitting on.
After a bit, she burped, then blushed. "Eep, sorry! I'm still kind of used to the ways of Aralhat, my old- Er, ancient ex-planet." Perry just shrugged, amazed at how much of the meat she had consumed. The slice had been big enough for him to feel satisfied on, and at her size, she'd eaten nearly a fourth of it! "No, it's okay. Finally full?" The lioness shook her head yes. "Well, I've got a little room though." She hopped off into his hand, and he set her on the bed. Her eyes flashed, and she began to grow back to her full size. Lila sat before him in her full glory once again. "How about some dessert?" Perry asked, and then went to his window and opened it. Hanging outside was an apple tree, and they were in perfect season now. He picked a handful, feeling like a nighttime snack, himself. He brought them back to the bed, about five juicy, red, sweet apples. He picked one up and bit into it, letting the juice run down his throat, dry from the little sleep he had gotten and all the talking he'd been doing. "Mmm... Perfect! Go ahead, try one. I'm sure that with herbivores on your planet, you didn't just eat meat." She bent to his ear and whispered. "Actually, after a while, we all became omnivores."
He wasn't surprised at that, but was when she picked up one of the huge apples and popped it into her mouth. Her teeth bit into it, but the trademark long canines prevented her from getting much of a bite. "Uh... I think I'll eat these the traditional way- Well, traditional for me that is." She pushed the entire apple into her maw and closed her lips about it. Perry watched her jaws work a bit, stretching beyond some of its seeming limits, until the bulge of the apple traveled into her throat, with a large gulp. He watched the lump travel down, bit by bit. he could see every movement of her muscles in her neck as the apple moved. Soon, it moved down beyond sight, into her chest. There was an audible addition to her already swollen belly though, as the apple gave a slight squish in the juicy interior, full of hunks of ham, scaled to size with the lioness's growth. She popped in another apple, this time the swallowing going much faster. The third disappeared as well, but she handed the fourth to Perry. "Want to do the honors?" He purred as she'd given him the ability to do. "You bet!" Her jaws opened and he eagerly pressed the apple in, onto her curled tongue. His fingered rubbed the pink flesh, sure she wouldn't mind a little taste of him in there. His fingered explored a little bit, traveling over the rows of sharp teeth in her mouth, and pressing on the sharp tips of the canines. Unlike those of her natural counterparts, these were meant for slicing and piercing as well as holding, as they were quite sharp. He felt the ridged top of her maw with his fingers, traveling along them as she giggled. "That tickles!" he heard in his mind. His fingered wandered to her cheeks, pressing against the thin, but stretchy flesh there and watching it bulge with the shape of his digits.
He soon realized her mouth was probably getting tired and pressed on the apple, sending it into the squishy tubing of her throat from the back of her mouth. Before he could remove his hand, her lips closed around it, and her tongue curled about his fingers, the big maw suckling on him as the attached lioness purred. His other hand was pressed to her throat, letting him follow the apple down. He felt every muscle pulse as it moved the apple a few inches at a time, only imagining how slimy and saliva coated the surface must be. His other hand was only a teaser! His fingers were guided down to the base of her chest, and she gave another evil grin, plunging his hand between her cleavage in the tubetop. As his face went beat red, and his world seemed to get quite steamy, his hand entered a world of warmth, and coziness. It was slightly damp with lion sweat in there, his hand sliding easily along fur fur to feel the apple's bulge behind her sternum. It stopped suddenly, and his hand gripped the lump on her upper belly lightly. The gut beneath his grip heaved a bit, her sphincter admitting her belly's newest resident. Perry was astounded at her ability to swallow things like that. Not only was it incredible, but quite sexy as well! Speaking of which, he slowly removed his hand from her tubetop, brushing against one of her breasts on the way. It was nice, furred over like the rest of her body, but inviting, probably why she guided him down there in the first place!
He looked at his clock again. With all the excitement, he was exhausted once more. The boost had worn off, and as he looked out his window, the dawn was almost ready to peek over the horizon. "Nngh. I could use about ten hours of sleep more right now." A padded finger tapped his cheek, and he looked into Lila's face. "All you have to do is ask!" She smiled and pointed out the window. Some birds had just taken wing, getting ready to fly to their morning tasks. They slowed, and stopped in midair. Perry rubbed his eyes. He walked to his window and opened it. The birds were right in front of him, He pulled one out of the air, and onto his hand. It was warm, and easy to move. He posed it on his finger, perched and looking like it was about ready to sing, then dropped his finger from beneath it. The bird remained stationary in the air. He moved it back to the way it was and closed the window. "Okay, hit play Lila." The birds moved again, and a thunk into the side of the house told him the bird wasn't exactly back on its original flight path.
He climbed back into bed next to the large lioness and watched the dawn break over the houses. The rays were just starting to chase off the shadows, when he formed the pause in his mind again. Instantly, everything stopped. The sun moved no further, nor did any creatures outside. It didn't bug him now, he snuggled up next to Lila. A thought directed to the window replaced his blinds with a black shade, blotting out the light. He rested his head on his pillow, and felt a warm arm drape over his side. He grabbed it and hugged it to him, squeezing the handpaw, which squeezed back. Perry closed his eyes and sighed in happiness, drifting off to sleep when he heard another sigh from Lila. Together the two slept, snuggled within their own frame of time.
Terry opened his eyes again. Heavy breathing on his neck told him that he wasn't dreaming now, having just had a wonderful one, reliving all the fun he and Lila had had overnight. He was sure she was having the same one, because he was nestled right up next to her, hugged tight to her frame by the powerful arm. As he moved, he heard a wet sound of something moving. Moments after, he felt her wet tongue brush against his neck, removing the stiffness of the morning from him. "Good morning, Perry." "Good morning, Lila." The shade flipped back up and reverted to a set of blinds. "Isn't it a beautiful dawn?" "Quite. Too bad it won't last forever." With that, the sun resumed its movement through the sky. As Perry laid there, he could think of only one thing. (Life's not going to be the same around here anymore!)