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"Good thing it was Friday when he passed out" Barham began, shifting his head back to overlook Ozma in his slumber, "he really is amazing, I hope he isn't mad at me for exhausting him"

In the dark of the night, Ozma displayed his strength and took over my body. It felt like all the blood in my body was falling out at first, but after a while I was filled with warmth. We danced, you see, it was magical. He controlled all the movements and I experienced it all, I wasn't fatigued at all, maybe that's why he collapsed. I mean, I'm quite big, so moving a large lump must've been tiresome to him. It's a shame too, he is bigger than me, close to 300 I would say.

Anyway, he passed out and fell on top of me. His breathing was hard and fast, and he was sweating. I rolled him off me and laid him on his back and got a bucket of water and a cloth and placed a wet one on his head. It was amazing he fell asleep this hot.

I attempted to lift him up to bring him up the steps, but couldn't, let me explain.

When he fell on me, the entire floor echoed off the thump he made on top of me. The floors aren't the best quality, and he made a dent at the impact spot. When my head reached the floor after the bounce, my head mask got caught in the floorboard and ripped off. It didn't help that it was cold again; he tried to convince me the air wouldn't hurt my tusks, but he was wrong.

So the mask ripped off pretty much, and I was lying on the floor like a half-masked prince. I had this man, who was bigger than me, crushing my chest. When I rolled him off me, he was now to my left. So the floorboard snapped between us and made a dent in the floor pushing inwards between us. So he slid that way when I got up to analyze the situation.

When I got up, his right side the body was under the floorboard, so I pulled him out. His shirt and pants ripped just trying to get him out. It didn't help me was given splinters in the chaos. So I pulled him out (good thing I polished these floors, he slid out like butter) and pushed him towards the back room, and gradually placed him on my bed.

His shirt and pants were ripped too much to be actual wear anymore. But I wasn't going to go near him and change him, not at that moment anyway. So I put a cover over him and went to his room to sleep. There was nothing I could look for in the darkness of the night.

I woke up before the sun came to visit the store. There was no smells of coffee as I pushed myself out of his bed. I walked back to my room to see if Ozma was still asleep. He was, but I was able to see more of the damage that the fall gave him.

He slept like a baby, one leg was over the covers and the other was buried under the blanket. His chest was exposed to the rising sun, his arms laid across the bed, and he smiled in his sleep.

I examined the damage. He had splinters in his arm and chest, as well as on his leg. It was like a line of miniature fence posts in his flesh. I began pluck out each little spike; he twitched every time I did. It was amazing at how he was so thick, even in his sleep, to last an entire night with this discomfort.

I started with his arm. He had a total of 12 splinters in him, each pluck wrestling against my force to pull them out. His arms are big and thick, I could feel the curves of his muscles in his arms. I won't lie and say I didn't at least touch him, to feel for any small cuts.

I began feeling his arm. His coat was warm and smooth, he has really thick fur. My fingers graced on his flesh but barely felt past the hair to feel his skin. I continued my path to his hand, rotating it in fascination. His nails are cut, except his thumb. That nail was sharper than the others. His hand is big, I'm sure he could grab my entire face without effort with the size of them. I quickly stopped touching his hand when I found out his palm was ticklish. It made me giggle a bit to find Ozma's weakness.

I regained my posture and began to feel his belly for any other splinters. I'm sure he would've understood that my invasion upon him was for medical reasons and for his own benefit, least that what I told myself. His chest was soft and thick, his upper area especially. His torso jiggled a bit with my motion upon them, but quickly stopped their motion, like his body knew to appeal strong. His nipples, still hard and firm, I only passed by them once with the palm of my hand, I had to lift my hand past them because of the questionable friction it would've caused.

His belly too was soft and thick; I felt the muscle curves in them as well. His entire form was smooth, like rubbing against a balloon. I had to fight against myself to stop touching him, I don't know what's coming over me, I never felt like this before. I pulled my hand back in fear, and looked back at Ozma. He was still asleep; his smile calmed me, even though it slowly became a smirk during the examination, like he knew what I was doing.

I looked back at my hand, it was sweating, I was sweating. I was so overtaken by my fascination that I didn't become aware of what my body was experiencing. I disregarded the feelings and got back to working on repairing Ozma.

I moved to his leg, thick as always. He had 7 splinters in his leg, each I plucked before I laid my hand on him to inspect for hidden spikes. There was none on his entire leg, thankfully, I only did a quick sweep over his body to avoid feeling like I did previously, and I didn't want his fur to get wet from sweat.

I got up and moved my chair to the front door. I moved to his room and found a new pair of clothes for him to wear; I placed them on the chair. I went over and sat next to him on the bed, pondering on what to do next.

I replayed what I've learned the past few days in this new land, starting with the boat crash. My name, one I have now, is Barham, that's the boat's name, I met a farmer who is pyromancer, and I met Ozma on the first day when I retreated to his shop to avoid the rain. I still have the bucket that I used, even though I replaced it with the cloth, of course now that's ruined, maybe its time to wear the bucket again.

I stood up in the bed and became angry, "What do I even look like?" I thought to myself. I looked around for something to reflect my face on, to see if there was any real damage. Ozma never seen my face either, nor have I, I don't know why this angered me so much, I felt like I was living a lie. Ozma's room wasn't very...filled, to say. There was a dresser and a closet; that was it. How did he see what he looked like in the morning? Or did he just not care? I stormed out of the room and entered his, opening the closet. Inside was a mirror the size of the door itself, it scared me at first because I thought a stranger was the person I was looking at.

I looked at myself for the first time. I was a Boar; my tusks were extended from my nose. I touched them in fascination but was quickly hit by a spike of pain. I recovered from the feeling and looked again. My eyes are green, ears are short, and my jaw is wide. I opened my mouth and noticed that all my teeth are white and strong, "weird" I said to myself, "sailors usually have bad teeth". This sudden burst of knowledge shocked me, again I know things are random, it's infuriating.

I took my robe off and examined my body, I'm fat but with muscles underneath, at least that what I believe. I flexed my body, chuckling at my attempt at sex appeal. "I'm really not that different looking from Ozma" I said to myself, as I turned around to examine my backside. I was shorter than him though, no wonder I look up to him. An idea entered my head as I flexed, "I should buy him some food to wake up to" I said to myself, smiling.

I grabbed some new clothes and looked in his room for some spare change. There wasn't any, I went into the store and opened the cash register, eyeing on all the coins. I decided to take 10 coins, which should be enough. I went back up and looked over Ozma again; he was still smiling in his sleep. I smiled in return and went to his room. I looked for more sheets to wear around my face; I found a few and made a new mask. I looked over it in the mirror. One sheet went around the tusks and a small string tied them together, another one laid on top of my head, tying it at my forehead so my eyes had full vision. Another sheet was tied around my neck, being lift up to my tusks. I tied them around in satisfaction as I left the store.