Lilly was running through the dense brushwood of an unknown dark forest. She couldn't see her chasers; but they were close, very close! It was only a matter of seconds until they would catch her. Their footsteps came nearer and she tried to run even faster, although she could barely see further than a few meters. She ducked under an old, splintered tree and made a sharp turn to the right in a desperate attempt to cover her tracks. Lilly did neither know where she was, nor who was following her; but she had to flee no matter the cost. Still running blindly she turned her head frightfully and tripped over a large root with her very next step. She fell flat onto soft moss and held her breath, but they still drew nearer. Any moment they would capture their prey and there was nothing she could do anymore. But suddenly there was somebody else, directly in front of her. She didn't dare to look up, but whoever it was - he was on her side and somehow he seemed to scare off her chasers.
"You can stand up, my cutie. They are gone."
His voice had a strange sound, unusually deep and muffled. She opened her eyes and looked up into the glowing eyes of a huge black animal. She wanted to ask a many questions, but all Lilly could say was,
"You can talk?"
The animal came closer and she recognized him as a big feline, one of the saber-tooth cats of Teldrassil. He exposed his fangs and purred,
"Surely, my little female. And now that you are safe, we will mate!"
Lilly tried to crawl backwards, away from the prowling animal; but she couldn't move.
"I'm not your female! I'm a gnome!"
Lilly screamed and tried to push the panther's snout away only to realize that she had paws instead of hands. The panther was panting excitedly and licked her face.
"Of course you are my female. And I can smell you're in heat!"
Lilly screamed again and woke with a start. She sat up straight in her bed, panting and sweating, grapping her blanket firmly with her very gnomish hands. Rays of sunlight shone through the window onto her bed, blinding her, so that Lilly assumed that it was already quite late in the morning. Usually she woke up early but since Jareth had carried her aching body home from the club three nights ago, everything had changed. It seemed like she had been screaming in her dream because only seconds later the door to her room opened, and Kelsey came inside with a worried look on her face.
"Are you ok, Lilly? Did you have a nightmare?"
They had not spoken much since her kitty-night, let alone about the incident itself. But even when she was not sleeping, Lilly thought about the feral druid all the time. She had to talk about it to someone. And so she looked at Kelsey and murmured,
"Want to make an educated guess what it was about?"
Kelsey stared at her and blushed.
"I... uh... I mean, yes, probably about this nasty druid,"
Kelsey stuttered.
"They should really lock him away!"
she added and nodded eagerly,
"He was way too rough to you."
Even Lilly herself was surprised when she heard her own reply,
"It was not his fault! The elves and gnomes provoked him to do me so brutally."
Finally she had said what was going through her mind for the last two days. The more she pondered on what had happened that night the less she reproached the druid. On the contrary - she caught herself smiling when she remembered the soft touch of his warm silken fur. Kelsey stared at her wide-eyed and eventually began to grin mischievously, asking most casually,
"So you will meet him again? I heard he is still lying in front of the fireplace every evening, waiting for a particular gnome."
Lilly thought about it a little too long to let her "No, of course not!" sound believable and climbed out of her bed. Kelsey decided not to dwell on the subject for now and left the room to prepare breakfast. She had hardly left the room when Lilly's right hand briefly slipped into her pajamas to find her pussy quite wet.
"What is wrong with me?"
Lilly murmured to herself and followed her friend to the kitchen. The druid had more or less raped her; and although the elves seemed to have been right about that she could take him without permanent damage, during those minutes she had endured excruciating pain. Nevertheless, some part of her seemed to long for another encounter with the huge feral; and she had no idea why.
Two hours later Lilly had finally made her decision: She would find the druid and talk to him. Although she had only seen him in his feline shape so far, she knew very well that he was a night-elf. Lilly wanted to know what he thought about their first encounter; and when she kindly asked him, he surely wouldn't deny her the chance to talk to him in his elfish shape. Only one problem remained: She would have to return to the club which meant another confrontation with all those naughty elves.
Lilly left Kelsey's and Jareth's house silently in the early afternoon, hoping that the druid was already there. The entrance to the vaults was again guarded by the very same two elfish sentinels Lilly had tricked the last time to get inside. They smiled and to Lilly's relief let her pass without any comments. She almost ran the spiral path downwards and soon reached the door to the huge room where she had endured her worst hours. Somebody had fixed a signpost on the door, and she would have passed if it didn't show the drawings of a gnome and a kitty-druid on top of many tiny letters. Surprisingly it was at eye level for her which was more than unusual for anything on Teldrassil for a gnome. Lilly stopped and stared at the sign, reading it carefully:
[b]Guidelines for gnome-druid-encounters[/b]
[i]Information for the gnome:[/i]
- We want to encourage our smaller members to try out the pleasures of the holy union between humanoid and feral.
- Please note that feral druids are NOT tender elfish males in a costume, but elfish souls in a feline body with strong, wild instincts.
- Don't show interest in intimacy unless you want to stay the course. Once a female proves that she is "in heat", it is a male cat's duty to fulfill her needs. And he will do that thoroughly even when you change your mind in the process.
[i]Information for the druid:[/i]
- Although gnomes appear to be a little too tight, it has been proven that they can adapt - especially when you give them some time to adjust.
- Don't be afraid to hurt them. Crying and screaming is totally normal and not a sign that you might do anything wrong.
- Follow your instincts for the best experience for both of you.
Lilly read the sign three times and giggled in the end. It was not hard to imagine why it had been put there. She opened the door quietly and slipped inside. She turned immediately toward the fireplace but there was nobody lying. Two elfish women were talking in the middle of the room and fell silent when they saw the gnome. Lilly was not sure if those two had been present last time and seen her humilation, but surprisingly she didn't care anymore; she wanted to see the druid! She made a step toward the elves where one of the two knelt down and said,
"The priest told us that you would come back. She wants to talk to you at the druids' glade. Please follow the path behind this door to get there,"
pointing at one of the doors in the back of the room. Lilly was quite surprised by this information and hesitated.
"Actually, I wanted to see the druid, not an elfish priest. Will I see him on this glade, too?"
The elf smiled and nodded,
"He is here every night, don't worry. And I promise you will like the priest as well."
Lilly shrugged and complied. "Druids' glare" sounded promising enough and she was a little curious what this priest wanted to tell her. The tunnel behind the mentioned door was steeply rising and soon she saw daylight again. The place the path was leading her had to be near Darnassus, but she had never seen it before. It seemed to be well hidden, surrounded by high dense bushes on every side. However, the evening sun illuminated soft grass and a small lake nearby fairly. Several feral druids were lying close to the water, slumbering peacefully. Lilly stared at them, trying vainly to find the particular one.
"You have to be Lilly. He's not here yet, but usually arrives at sunset."
sounded a gnomish voice on Lilly's left. She turned around and beheld the strangest gnome she had ever seen. The girl was sitting alone at a counter, which was carved out of a big root, sipping at a cocktail-glass. The funny thing was her cloths, because she wore a long robe in the same colors like the priests' at the Temple of the Moon. An elfish male, who was cleaning empty glasses, withdrew politely and left them alone. Lilly drew nearer and took a seat directly next to the other gnome, examining her curiously.
"Who are you?"
asked Lilly. The other gnome giggled and handed Lilly a glass with Moonberry Fizz.
"Lucy, first gnomish priestess of Elune. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. But the way more important question I want to answer you, is why you came back."
Lilly looked at her skeptically, but Lucy immediately went on.
"As far as I heard, you had a little accident with a particular feline three days ago. You, probably unknowingly, provoked him; and some elves and gnomes had to make sure that you satisfied him properly. Rumors say you were quite unrelaxed and had a rough time. And yet you returned. Do you know, why?"
Lilly stared at the priestess wide-eyed and slowly shook her head. Lucy smiled again, took another sip and continued after a brief pause.
"Including you, there are three gnomish women up to today who had sex with a feral druid. And they all acquired a taste, not to say a seemingly unquenchable craving for those fluffy males. Even though it is at least for the untrained gnomish woman quite painful to be stretched that far by a horny animal, gnomes can't get enough once they tried it. My suspicion is that the kitty seed has an unforeseen effect on our bodies. Even druids confirm that once a gnome has been "kittied", from that day she somehow keeps emitting the inviting scent of a female cat in heat when she gets aroused."
Lilly jumped to her feet and made a step back, shaking and trembling.
