*** Hi and welcome to the first in a hopeful series of interaction based stories. Instructions on how to interact will be included at the end. Enjoy! ***
I'd heard of sleep paralysis, I mean who hasn't right?
Sometimes it's just the inability to move your body but in other really terrifying cases there's, well there's a demon.
Some people have pretty vivid descriptions of their demon. I guess I would too if I was forced to stare at something full on for ages without the capacity to look away.
But of the slight research I'd done, I never once heard of any being described as "Rainbow striped and glittery."
My eyes drifted in and out of focus as I stared at the ceiling. I had that feeling you get when you've only been asleep for about an hour and you get woken up. What's that called?
Oh yeah, I felt shit-house.
I didn't question that I could see the ceiling in my pitch dark room till I noticed that the source of light was wavy. Like a light at the bottom of a pool. And it slowly cycled through a rainbow spectrum. AND it was moving!
I sat up quickly.
At least that's what my brain demanded of my body. In reality I just stayed on my back.
I tried again, and again, then I shouted out for help.
Again, my demands were not met.
That's when I heard the giggling.
It kind of had a tinkling quality to it? Like it was a laughter made of tiny bells.
"Oh dear you ARE a strong one! Oh we definitely picked right with you. Hold please!"
Soon my vision began to pan down in a jerking fashion.
I couldn't feel a thing from my body as far as tactile feedback goes, all I had was my vision and my hearing.
But as everything panned down, something came into my field of view VERY gradually.
It was a person. Well, something humanoid.
Standing on my thigh was roughy 10" of gorgeous blonde tight bodied teen. Maybe early 20s? I dunno.
What I do know is she was in a form fitting, vertical stripped, rainbow coloured one piece swimsuit, mid thigh high horizontal stripped leggings of the same colour, and a chunky pair of rainbow platform sneakers.
Platinum blonde hair sat flat on her pale head, a sprinkling of freckles crossed her tiny upturned nose and oddly enough, pointed ears poked from beneath the hair.
The whole look was set off with silver glittery eyeliner curved up into points at the edge of each eye and an odd aura of rainbow light projecting from behind her in the vague glittery shape of wings.
What fucked up the whole look, was the floppy fisherman's hat perched on her head and the fishing pole dug into her hip.
Her delicate hands white knuckle gripping the shaft and reel as she mimed pulling in a massive fish.
Once she apparently had me in a reclined enough position to take the whole scene in, she exhaled in an exaggerated fashion and wiped her brow with her forearm.
"Thar she blows! Well, not YET but there's your face anyways, cutie."
She bounced on her toes at her lame and frankly unfitting joke before turning on her heels and shoving the fishing pole into an unzipped unicorn backpack lying behind her on my thigh. The pole fed into the pack vertically like a magician putting their wand away into their hat.
She bent at the hips to do so wiggling her gorgeously round little bubble butt.
Strangely enough the light-wings didn't actually obscure my view, the just changed the colour of what was behind them slightly. They didn't even hurt my eyes to look out despite their brightness.
After more wigging and rummaging with her arms elbow deep in bag that logically shouldn't allow such shenanigans, she stood up and spun around, smiling at me.
Held in one little hand was an open zipup hard-shell case with two silicone spheres and one double ended dildo both of her scale.
Draped over her opposite forearm, which sat under an incredibly perky pair of B cup tits, were a pair of elbow length nitrile gauntlets.
Panic started to surge up inside me.
More panic than was already present anyway, as I took in the gauntlets and tools.
I dunno what the tools were for, but I know those gauntlets, my uncle inseminates his cattle wearing gauntlets just like those...
"Ready for some fun?"
She thrust her hip out to the side making it thud into my rock hard, upward jutting, cut 6" cock.
"Hun?!"
I couldn't feel my body so I hadn't noticed that I was rock hard until just now.
There was mischief in her voice.
It wasn't sounding good.
"I'm not ready for shit you crazy little pocket sized bitch!"
Would have sounded really commanding and authoritative if I could move my stupid mouth.
Instead I just tried to glare at her so violently that she would fall off my leg and go tumbling into a paper shredder.
In the meantime the diminutive little humanoid had placed the case on my crotch and stayed bent over as she yanked the gauntlets into place.
I wasn't sure if she was deliberately doing all leaning over at the hips alone to show off her legs and ass or if her knees genuinely didn't work but her little body was the only saving grace of the whole situation.
She bounced back upright, throwing her arms wide in a 'Ta-Dah' pose and throwing out some magical Jazz Fingers. A tiny fizz of sparkles jetting from her finger tips.
"Lets get this show on the road big boy!"
She leaned on one leg and let her body fall towards my cock, wrapping an arm around the shaft just under the tip and leaning down to plant a wet kiss on the glands with an exaggerated "MMMMMWAH!"
Spinning around to once again show me that magical little ass, she grabbed the case and spun once more holding it out and doing those damn Jazz Fingers again with the trailing hand raised behind her and over her head.
"You, big boy, have been chosen to be the lucky recipient of the latest, the greates, the most innovative of upgrades to your already beyond leg length fuck rod! Don't you feel soooo special?!"
The question lingered for a little before she giggled and stepped her body behind my cock.
"Don't answer, you might bust something in that gorgeous brain of yours. I've had to, errrm, enhance your compliance! Otherwise we'd have too much arguing and not enough results ya know? But trust me! We've had our eye on you for a WHILE and I just know you're gunna love this! The results anyway. Ok now open wide and say ahhhhh."
While she was speaking she had produced a tube of something from between her breasts.
I was beginning to wonder if she was some kind of slight of hand artist with all this crap but to be honest by brain was just a tad overloaded and was pushing hard past the 'work everything out' barrier.
