The ground, if that is what it could even be called - as it's gelatin surface was neither solid nor liquid and a purple that Namia had never seen before- was cold beneath her as she awoke. She could hear the grunts and whistles nearby but couldn't see any of the creatures that had been tormenting her for what had to be at least a month now. With a sky that was always semi-light with a green hue to it, time was something she could only measure by the bloating in her stomach that suggested she was about to start that time of month that had barely begun when she came here.
Shivering she wished they would give her clothes, any clothes, or even a stupid blanket. She sat up slowly, tenderly trying not to lean against the rash that had started right after they had brought her to the pool with the creature. Her shivering got worse, an entire week in water that was soft as feathers and the color of scrambled eggs. A rumbling erupted from her stomach, she hadn't eaten in a few days again, it seemed they seldom remembered to feed her.
Pushing back, she turned onto her hip to let the cool air blow on her bottom as she leaned against the rubber-like stalk of something she could only assume was their version of a tree. None of the creatures had laid a hand on her in days, she couldn't guess why. Her arms crossed slowly over her breasts and rubbed across her hard nipples. She listened for the sounds of movement, looking around the odd objects that littered the scenery, she hoped they would bring her food soon.
She could smell them, their cotton candy, lemonade cross that made her nose itch and her stomach growl more. Biting them might solve the food problem, but the hairless one, long stringy arms and legs, skin the color of mud, always held her still when they came to her. He was sneaky, she wouldn't see him, she didn't know if it was some sort of magic or camouflage that allowed him to move without being seen, but he did.
Just as the shiver from the memory of his cold thin fingers grabbing her arms, broke over her shoulders they were there. Her emitted a penetrating scream that echoed through the weird world, and she was pulled to her feet. He made clicking noises in her ear, pressing his hard membrane hard against her ass. The itching made her struggle even harder and he clicked more.
The first few days she had kicked hard at the tall, navy-blue, hairy one when he had approached, his toothless grin making her ill as he slide his long snake-like tongue out to lick her face. Namia had kicked him hard where she had hoped his cock was; she woke up much later with a tender spot on her head. She hadn't kicked again. Her eyes closed tightly fearing that the gangbang was about to start again, the slimy little creature would climb her leg, secreting a clear fluid that sank into her skin. The tremble that climbed her body caused the clicking to stop and she opened her eyes.
Mother was there, that was what Namia called this one. It seemed to be female, gentle features, a toothy smile, naked breasts that were at least twice as large as her own. Mother was kind and gentle; usually the "clicky" one didn't hold her when she came. Namia smiled at Mother, in her hands was food, some weird stuff that looked like a cross between an apple and a squash. Mother could almost be a hairless human female, only she had a tail that snaked out behind her and claws on both her hands and feet that looked as if they could be deadly.
The smile on Mother's face her bright teeth shining, made Namia relax, she let Clicky hold her still but didn't struggle against him. Mother's tail snaked out from behind her and her large eyes held Namia's as she lifted the fruit from the oblong plate with swift movement and brought it to her mouth. A little bite, she did that every time before offering food to Namia.
"Quajaxi," Mother said, her thin tail bringing the fruit to Namia's mouth next. Namia took a bite from it; letting the juices run down her chin and wishing her hands were free to wipe them up. The taste was different than the usual stuff Mother brought her. It smelled like oranges but tasted more like something she couldn't quite place, something nearly sour, just shy of making her pucker as she chewed the soft pulp.
While Namia tried to ponder the taste, Mother pushed it to her to eat more of. Namia hungrily bite off another bite, larger and chewed it quickly, her stomach loved it, even if her mind was busy trying to figure out what it was.
Another large bite, and as she chewed Mother's clawed fingers began to trace the path the juices were taking down her chin and neck. Namia gasped and nearly choked. Swallowing hard she stared at Mother, Her eyes still watched Namia's closely, but her closeness was new, her warm breath brushed lightly over her face.
"Quajaxi," Mother whispered. Namia stared at her eyes as she took another bite of the fruit, nearly gone now.
Her mind was beginning to wander; she took a bite of the new fruit by her mouth and let her eyes drift close. Lightly Mother's claws were rubbing down her neck and shoulders, a soft moan of pleasure escaped Namia's lips and she leaned back against Clicky. He clicked quietly in her ear as Mother kissed her cheek gently. It felt as if the dull light was getting brighter, it soaked into her skin and began to fill her.
"Quajaxi," Mother's voice felt far away as her tongue traveled down Namia's chin. Mother traced the path the juices ran and continued to fed Namia the fruit. Namia's legs began to tremble, her body felt nearly on fire and clit and nipples throbbed. She wanted to know what was happening but her body and mind wrapped itself around the touches and feelings that were beginning to encompass every inch of her being.
