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Soma was about to quickly select 'No' again to the System prompt that appeared asking if she wanted to become pregnant, but then she noticed there was a toggle on the bottom-right corner of the blue digital screen and set the 'No' to permanent for now; Soma did not expect to want to be knocked-up anytime soon.
Soma let out a slight shiver as she pondered the possibility that had she been transported to a different type of fantasy world—one more in line with the general Earth stories—that Soma would have no choice but to be captured and bred by an Orc such as this. But Gerta was entirely different than what Soma had expected; she was gentle and sweet, in her own way, though she was stupidly strong! She didn't care about her small penis; her family name said it all, she was proud of it!
Soma's Aether-Silk reformed her adventurer's clothes, and her stinging and throbbing swollen pussy that had only been gaped open just a bit—and was leaking little trickles of Orc semen down her thigh—soothed and retreated into a tight pussy slit and buried clitoris once again underneath.
Soma's [Mana-Saturated Womb] skill ticked up to (Very Low), as the enchanted garment began to do its work of containing the Orc cum within her womb. An almost-imperceptible little bump swelled on her abdomen; Soma could feel her mana surge just a bit with the regenerative force her womb saturation offered her.
All of that out of the way, Soma nodded in serious determination, reaching out to her spell of Soma's Scent, the runes forming within her mind as she channeled her mana into them. The room blossomed to life with two colors in front of Soma; there was a light-green aura that permeated the room, which Soma assumed was Gerta, and a bright pink aura that Soma assumed belonged to Fluffy; as it was trailing off out the door and into the brush and thicket, which for some reason seemed highly-trampled. Gerta must have gone off that way herself earlier to search, but came up short of finding her little buddy.
Soma ambled off out of the house and began to follow the trail of pink emotional mist.
[END PROMPT]
The pink aura doesn't just drift; it pulses, throbbing like a heartbeat against the deep greens of the Oakhaven wilds. As you push deeper into the thicket, the foliage becomes an obstacle course of grasping briars and oversized ferns that soak your boots in dew. The trampling Gerta mentioned is evident here; great swaths of underbrush have been flattened, not by a small animal, but by something that moved with a clumsy, heavy-handed desperation.
You find yourself stepping over a fallen log, your breath hitching as the scent of crushed mint and wild musk fills your nose. The pink mist is thickening now, swirling into a dense cloud that obscures the ground, guiding you toward a sudden break in the canopy. The silence of the woods is heavy, broken only by the distant call of a bird and the soft, rhythmic thumping of your own heart.
As you break through the final veil of hanging vines, you step into a sun-drenched clearing. The grass here is a vivid, emerald velvet, and in the center of the glade, the pink aura culminates in a concentrated glow. You stop dead in your tracks, your eyes widening. You had expected a pet, perhaps a stray dog or a colorful bird, but the creature waiting for you in the clearing defies every expectation of a 'pet.'
You stare, momentarily speechless, at the sight of Fluffy.
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"Th-THAT'S 'Fluffy'?!" Soma exclaimed in shock. The thing she was looking at didn't have a damn ounce of fluff on her! It's all skin! And Gerta had said she was little! Gerta had even asked Soma if Fluffy was hidden in Soma's pocket or bag, for Goddess sake! Why hadn't Mira said anything about this? Did Soma simply make too many assumptions, or was it something else?
An unseen hand hides an eraser...
Soma would have to speak to Gerta in the future about the use of 'ironic' pet names, although with Gerta she wasn't so sure, the poor Orc woman was rather dumb. Maybe she thought this was what 'fluffy' meant? She had even called Fluffy 'her little Fluffy', though Soma imagined to a being of Gerta's size that Fluffy may indeed look little; not to Soma.
The creature was huffing around at the grass and brush, munching happily on some tasty morsels she found buried underneath their roots.
What Soma was observing looked somewhat like a Doberman pincer had been cross-bred with a dragon or drake of some sort. She had four legs and was incredibly thick-boned, with a broad chest and a short tail at the back. Her mouth was wide and had a large tongue lolling out, with pointed ears standing straight-up. She had a broad snout rather than a nose, with two nostrils. Hard ridges jutted out her spine and the joints of her front legs. Her skin was entirely a shade of reddish-pink. Her eyes were a beady black. She looked big enough to be able to come up to about Soma's navel in height if she walked up to her.
Hanging from a black spiked collar around her neck was a shining silver name tag in the shape of a bone. Soma squinted to read the writing from this distance, her [Erotic Mimicry] passive activating Soma's Elf DNA for just a brief moment to bring her vision into sharp focus. It read: 'FLUFFY'.
Well, shit. What was Soma going to do? The creature noticed her and began to huff the air expectantly while whining. Soma had some magic at her disposal, yes, but her Searing Bolt was a thermal attack spell; Soma didn't want to burn Fluffy to death! She expected she'd be tossed out of the Guild Hall onto her ass if she reported that she went to save a pet and murdered it; but Fluffy was beginning to growl low just a little bit and pace towards Soma in a rather menacing fashion.
Soma's only other spell was an Aetheric barrier that could shield her from minor projectiles, but it certainly wouldn't do much against a creature of this size if it charged her. Soma wracked her brains with as much intensity as she could muster...
Lightbulb moment! Soma dug into her Inventory in her mind, reaching out for that hastily-wrapped wax paper packet of random leftover charcuterie items she had been gifted by Master Thorne several days prior. Everything inside was still perfectly-preserved as if Master Thorne had just scooped it up a minute ago. Nobody was here to see her use Inventory other than an animal, so it was safe to finally use for the first time in public.
Soma pulled out a long stick of cured sausage that had been inside the packet, waving it nicely at Fluffy:
"Here girl, ya want a meat stick? Ya wanna go home and see Mommy?," Soma made a little tsktsktsk sound that always seemed to attract friendly pets in her world.
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🎲 LUCK d20 Target: 14.Roll: 7+0= 7 FAILURE
Image: Meet "Fluffy"
Spoiler
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The scent of cured meat hits the air, and for a heartbeat, Fluffy freezes. Her beady eyes lock onto the sausage, her nostrils flaring with a sudden, violent intensity. But as the wind shifts, something else reaches her—a lingering, musky aroma clinging to Soma's skin, the unmistakable, pungent signature of Gerta's seed still warming within her womb.
The creature's growl instantly transforms into a high-pitched, frantic whine. She doesn't want the sausage. She wants the smell.
With a sudden, explosive burst of speed, Fluffy launches herself forward. Soma barely has time to gasp before several hundred pounds of reddish-pink muscle collide with her midsection. There is a loud oomph as the air is knocked out of Soma, and she finds herself pinned flat against the emerald grass, the wind knocked clean out of her.
Fluffy isn't attacking; she is celebrating. The beast's heavy tail thrashes wildly, slapping against the ground like a whip, and her wide mouth opens to deliver a torrential flood of saliva. Before Soma can even process the impact, Fluffy's massive, sandpaper-textured tongue begins to lap greedily at Soma's lap.
Slorp! Slurp!
The tongue is huge and warm, sweeping from Soma's inner thighs straight up to her pelvic bone with every enthusiastic stroke. The force of the licking is relentless, pushing Soma's legs wide apart. Fluffy is frantic, her nose buried deep in the crotch of Soma's Aether-Silk, sniffing with a loud, wet snorting sound as she tries to find the exact source of Gerta's scent.
Fluffy: "Hrr-nff! Glllr-p!"
The creature makes a series of happy, guttural noises, her tongue continuing to buffet Soma's sensitive areas with a wet, rhythmic intensity. Each slurp sends a jolt of unexpected stimulation through Soma, the rough texture of the tongue providing a friction that makes her toes curl even in her state of shock.
Soma lies there, pinned under the weight of the "little" pet, staring up at the canopy of trees while the creature enthusiastically cleanses her of any remaining Orc musk. The sausage, forgotten, lies in the grass beside them.
AROUSAL: 45 (+45)
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"NNNNNGAH! Nononononono, BAD Fluffy! Ugh, noooooo, I don't want this! Ah!" Soma cried out, frantically trying to push herself away from the incessant rough slurping of the giant tongue at her crotch. Her Arousal spiked dangerously at the monstrous ministrations that could be felt even through her clothing. Soma was ready to scream bloody murder into the trees for help and become a damsel in distress; looking to be saved from this evil dragon creature attacking her.
System suddenly sprung to life with a notification:
Partial integration of Orc DNA complete! Collect more amounts of powerful Orc essence or magic aura to improve benefits.
Current benefits: Partial Orc Transformation available - STR +8, INT -4. Skin will become tinted green. Transformation at current saturation level and Host level can be held for 0:30 seconds. Proceed with transformation? Yes/No.
Soma sent a prayer of thanks to the Goddess as she activated the transformation. Power surged through her, but all that really changed in her appearance was the green skin. Thirty seconds was not a lot of time, Soma didn't have any to waste.
"Fluffy, sorry girl, but it's about time you GET. OFF. OF. MEEEEEEEEE!"
Soma kicked both legs out, and watched in dismay as Fluffy rocketed back and smashed into a large Oak tree behind her, the tree trunk denting in and sending massive splinters flying from it, before Fluffy fell to the ground, unconscious. Fluffy began to snore, a single bubble of snot expanding and contracting from one of her nostrils. She looked to be OK...Soma hoped.
Soma's green skin faded back to its normal tone as she sat there on the ground, panting. Too close! Unbeknownst to Soma, System was also now churning away at processing the large amount of Fluffy's slobber that had soaked into her clothing; only to be collected by the enchanted material and spread out through her body like blood flowing through veins. Another notification sounded:
Unknown Canine Hybrid DNA detected. Compatibility with Host Humanoid form: 27%. Processing and purging impurities...Processing...Success! Integrating compatible DNA with Host...Success!
New Transformation - Longer tongue. Your tongue may extended to 500% normal length.
That was all it said. Soma's tongue unconsciously started to grow, and it spilled out over her mouth to land wetly against her cleavage, the tip of her tongue cresting her bust-line to spill over and slightly moisten the fabric. She could curl it just a little, and undulate it, but whatever dreams she had of grabbing a drink or opening a door with it were instantly quashed.
"Mwuh thuh fhuh?" Soma mumbled incoherently. Punctuation was hard with a giant eel slithering from your mouth. Soma momentarily panicked, fearing she would be stuck like this; but at the thought of undoing the change, the tongue slid back into her mouth with a long schlrrrrrrrrrrp, leaving the outside of Soma's mouth drenched with the saliva that had just been cast off as the tongue slid by her lips.
Soma tested a few words, relieved she could speak coherently again. Then she quickly turned and ran off in the direction she had just came from, slapping herself for not figuring out that the destroyed trails she followed back had actually been made by Fluffy! Soma wouldn't have even needed her spell to find the pet; even Gerta could have found her if she had a single ounce of brainpower, or any Adventurer in the Guild!
Soma had no designs on carrying Fluffy all the way back with only thirty seconds of Orc strength at best. She ran off to fetch Gerta.
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The journey back to the cottage is a blur of frantic pacing and the lingering, sticky sensation of canine saliva on your skin. Every time you remember the way your tongue just... slithered over your chest, a shiver of both horror and strange fascination ripples through you. You aren't just a displaced soul anymore; you're becoming a living mosaic of every strange creature you encounter.
As you burst through the door, the scent of roasting tubers and old leather hits you. Gerta is humming a tune that sounds more like a series of rhythmic grunts, leaning over a heavy wooden table. She looks up, her massive frame casting a shadow that swallows half the room, and her expression shifts from curiosity to an immediate, beaming joy.
Gerta Proudcock: "You're back! Did you find her? Is my little sugar-plum safe?"
You can't help but think of the "sugar-plum" as a reddish-pink behemoth currently snoring loud enough to shake the foundations of the forest. You explain the situation, gesturing wildly toward the clearing, and Gerta lets out a laugh that sounds like a boulder rolling down a hill.
Gerta Proudcock: "Hah! Just one little bonk on the head? She's always been a bit thick-skulled, my Fluffy. Probably just needed a nap after all that excitement!"
Gerta doesn't seem the least bit surprised that her "little" pet is actually a fleshy monster, nor is she concerned that you had to use a temporary surge of Orcish strength to keep from being licked into oblivion. She claps her hands together, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the small cottage.
Gerta Proudcock: "Well, don't just stand there looking confused, petal! Help me get her back here. I've got a nice pile of wool blankets she can sleep on, and you... well, you've earned a proper reward for not getting eaten."
As you prepare to lead the snoring beast back, you notice Gerta's eyes linger on you, perhaps noticing the faint, lingering scent of her own essence that still clings to you, or perhaps she simply senses the new, strange energy humming beneath your skin.
AROUSAL: 120 (+75)