For anyone who is confused right now: This series starts off following two perspectives, the male protagonist and Grace. So we will regularly switch over to her perspective. Don't worry, next chapter we'll be back with Sean and overall we will spend more time with him.
For any new readers: this story can be read without reading chapter 1, but if you want to read the full series I recommend going back.
Grace had been studying all day, not that she needed it. She was a straight-A student. But what else was she gonna do? She barely had any friends to go out with, besides, she had to get into a good college so she could move out of this shithole of a town.
She put away her books. The pages of her notebooks filled with hours and hours practicing math problems.
Grace wasn't so much a nerd, she was just very unpopular. She didn't care that much about her appearance, she didn't want to be a cheerleader and she hated all the drama of the popular girls. So she mostly hung out with a few other unpopular girls.
She went downstairs. Drank some water. Said goodnight to her Stepmom and went back upstairs.
She did play on the volleyball team and was rather good at it too, but volleyball didn't really get you anything, and even within the team she didn't really make any friends. The only real friend she had was Courtney and that's probably just because they had known each other for so long. Courtney was a lot more girly. She had long red hair, wore makeup and dresses. She was pretty much everything Grace was not.
Tired and stiff from sitting all day, she went into the bathroom, undressed, and got in the shower.
Grace usually wore baggy clothes. Always pants, never dresses or skirts. Her brown hair was a lot shorter and she never wore makeup. But while courtney was attractive, she did not have the perky C-cup breasts or the bubble butt of Grace. If Grace had wanted it, she could have been very popular with her looks.
After a few minutes of enjoying the hot water running over her body, she got out, dried off, and went to her room. She threw the towel over a chair and put on her pajamas. Finally, she climbed into her bed and closed her eyes.
Laying on her side on a soft bed, Grace slowly starts to wake up. Rolling over begrudgingly, she suddenly feels something poking her ass. Immediately her eyes fly open and she jerks upright. She quickly stands up and wipes her butt to ensure there's nothing there.
What she does find is a distinct lack of fabric around her tights. Surprised, she finds that she is wearing very little. Her Bust is on display as her blue top is cut deep to show a generous amount of cleavage. It ends just under her perky tits, showing her whole midriff and then some. Hanging low on her hips, a belt holds up her purple skirt, which just manages to cover her cheeks. Her legs are covered in sheer thigh highs, with white bows at the top.
What the fuck! I look like a fucking slut!
Finally, she looks around to see she is in the middle of a forest. Moss covers the uneven ground, ferns and other plants fill up the space around her, and there are trees as far as the eye can see.
How did I get here? If someone thinks this is funny, they went way too far!
Okay... now what? I'm in the middle of nowhere, with no directions, no phone, and no one around. I guess I could try to climb a tree.
Grace walks over to a tree with some low branches and starts climbing. It takes some effort, but slowly but surely she gets higher. When she is about halfway to the top, she just barely manages to pull herself up a big branch.
Kraaa!!!
Suddenly she is face to face with a big black crow. Recoiling, she lets go of the branch, and one moment she is halfway up the tree, the next once again laying on the ground.
The wind is knocked out of her body and for a few seconds all Grace can do is gasp for air. Finally, she lets out a groan as the pain starts to set in.
"Aah fuck, my ankle!"
Okay, at least I can still move it, so it's not broken, right?
She stands up and slowly puts some weight on her right leg. Immediately she regrets it and sits back down.
"Okay, so walking is off the table. Now, what do I do?"
As she is trying to think of something, the crow comes flying down and lands in front of her.
Kraaa!!!
"Yeah, fuck you too."
The bird hops up beside her and pecks her hand.
Grace tries to scare it away: "Get off me!" and swats at it. But the bird casually jumps away and pecks at her ankle. "Aww! Stupid bird, haven't you done enough?"
Apparently, it doesn't think so, as over the next few minutes it continues to peck her hands and then her ankle. Grace continues in vain to scare it off, before realizing it might be trying to tell her something.
"I can't believe I'm about to give in to a bird. There is no way this is actually gonna do something."
Carefully she puts her hands on her ankle.
"This is what you want right?" She says and looks at the bird.
The bird hops a step back and looks at her expectantly.
"You happy now?"
The Crow looks at her ankle, then back at her face.
"Focus on my ankle, is that what you're saying?" She sighs, "Ugh, fine. But after this, I'm going back to trying to hit you."
She turns her eyes back to her ankle and focuses. "This is dumb, why did I even cons..." Suddenly she feels a comforting warmth flow from her hands into her ankle and the pain starts to lessen.
"Oh my god! How...?"
Then she notices something else. As the warmth heals her injury, a different warmth starts to spread over her body. Slowly pleasure flooded into her. Her face flushed red as she recognized what was happening.
What the fuck! Why does that feel so good?
She noticed her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet. Her breathing got heavier and her chest started heaving up and down.
Then she noticed the bird looking at her, its head tilted to the side, and she realized the pain in her ankle had been gone for a few seconds.
She took a few moments to catch her breath, her panties now noticeably damp against her skin.
"Okay... Guess I should thank you."
The bird gave her a small nod.
"Could you explain what just happened?"
Kraaa!!!
And the crow flew up. Grace followed it with her eyes until it disappeared between the trees.
"Alright then. Now what?"
Not sure what to do, Grace decided to have another look around. Checking the area, there were no signs or traces of anyone or anything apart from her own.
Guess I could climb a tree again, but that doesn't sound too appealing.
Wandering a bit further something caught her attention. Somewhere between the trees, something was reflecting a light at her. Curious, Grace started walking in that direction.
When she got closer she could see what it was. Laying in a small clearing was a long wooden staff. Intricate carvings decorated the wood until it came to a metal tip. The tip was about 30 cm (11.8 inches) long and a double helix ran from the base to a pronounced ridge ending with a rounded tip.
"Wow, this feels like some hero finding a legendary weapon. But there's no way that wasn't intentionally made to resemble a dildo right? If this has something to do with what happened earlier this is some real bullshit!"
She went to pick up the staff and as she touched it she once again felt pleasure. Not nearly as much as when she was healing her ankle, but like a tiny trickle leaking into her.
"Yeah, no, not happening, I'm out."
Grace threw the spear back on the ground and continued walking.
Despite not wanting to take the staff with her, it does seem like a sign she was moving in the right direction. It's hard to navigate an unfamiliar forest without signs, a path, or GPS, but as much as possible she kept walking in a straight line.
Which meant trees, trees, and more trees. To be fair, there were other plants, but somehow that didn't improve the situation.
It wasn't a pleasant stroll either. Uneven ground, and plant growth blocking her path, despite being in good shape, this was starting to tire her out.
The only positive of the situation was that while no one was around to help her, at least no one was around to see her embarrassing clothes. Still, Grace would probably take a little embarrassment to get a ride home.
Kraaa!!!
"Oh god, not again."
Grace looked up just in time to get hit right on her forehead by something heavy.
"Aww, fuck!"
Rubbing her forehead, Grace looked at the crow flying off again. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me!" She yelled at the bird, before aggressively flipping it the bird as it completely ignored her and flew out of sight.
Looking down she saw what hit her. The staff was once again lying in front of her.
"I preferred the pecking over throwing things at me..."
But the bird had helped her before, so she decided to give it another chance. Carefully she extended a finger toward the staff. At the slightest touch, she felt the pleasure hit her again. Grace took a step back.
