Hello all! I'll keep this intro brief; enjoy.
This is my first foray into writing a story. At least true if this is where you get the majority of your stories from. Been coming here for over 10 years and decided it was time. It's been a great experience so far. Thank you for reading!
This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a very long series. I hope enjoy reading.
Cheers!
-Dylan Zed
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Tycho Mason sat in his darkened room playing the latest eroge game. Not the most auspicious beginning to a weekend for a young man named after a 16th century astronomer who wore a golden nose after losing his own in a sword fight. But after a long week of classes, there was little else he wanted to occupy his time with.
Some people may call this immature, but rest assured that Tycho would promptly tell such people to mind their fucking business. To be fair, the back of his mind continuously warned him that his obsession with mature cartoon content wasn't the best use of his adult free time. Fortunately for the intrepid chronic masturbator, the moaning sounds and Japanese dirty talk drowned out his thoughts effectively. The latest and greatest of games were at his fingertips, but he always found himself replaying Monster Girl Quest. He felt a certain kinship with Luka, or at least really wanted to. Currently, he found himself in the tentacles of one of his favorite monsters; the Kraken.
"Hora," he said out loud.
He clicked the option to surrender and was just about to put his hands down his boxers to ease the raging hormones when the 40" flat screen flickered and died.
"Motherfuck..." He breathed. He went to smack the side of his prized possession and was met with static in answer.
'Do flatscreens even do static?' he thought.
He sighed, biting his lower lip and trying to run potential solutions through his sleep deprived mind. He needed this fixed and fast. He hadn't saved since the damn crab girl, which was annoying enough, but an issue with an expensive television threatened all of his plans for the next two days. He prayed it was something else. He restarted his steambox, checked the HDMI several times and even swapped it for another, and fiddled with the settings on his TV but even the remote wouldn't work. He was out of options.
"Fuck," he said exasperated.
He sighed again in frustration at the now blank screen. He leaned back and perused his surroundings as if a solution may materialize in the corner somewhere. It was small, even for a dorm room, but it was home. He hadn't even been assigned a roommate since Willie had left mid semester and good riddance. Willie was a decent enough dude but his mother visited quite often and would chastise Tycho every time she came by. She would drone on and on about... well, he never really paid attention. Frankly, he had no idea what her problem was.
Looking right, his desk was littered with empty coffee cups, energy drinks, snacks, and books. Mostly math, physics, and engineering; only appropriate for an actual engineering major.
Tycho fancied himself as smart and he was, though often not as much as thought. Not brilliant but when it came to puzzles and inventing his own answers to problems, he did have a certain gift. That added to a fluency in sarcasm and being a dick. It was enough to get him a scholarship, at any rate. His mind, not the dickish sarcasm.
He stared momentarily at the mess of technological academia knowing that maybe this was a sign from the heavens that he needed to study. He tossed the remote into the bed and decided against the wisdom in studying. He had much better things to do. He threw on his jeans, slid a shirt over his slim frame, slid some sneakers on, grabbed his go bag and headed for the door. Time for a new TV.
"When I get back, I'm taking you out to the alley and pouring thermite on you," he threatened his now extinct TV.
His hand had just reached the handle when he froze. He had heard it.
The TV was back on.
"Just kidding?"
He slowly turned and sure enough a sea of static greeted him. He dropped his bag and shuffled slowly over to the set. He turned his game on to see if anything had changed but he didn't have that kind of luck. He switched it off again, eyebrow raised in suspicion. He had seen this sort of thing happen in a film. Inner horror movie fanatic showing, he unplugged it before turning and walking a little more quickly to the door.
He had just put his hand on the knob when again, the unmistakable sound of his TV turning on echoed off the painted brick around him. He stood dumbly, undecided on his next course of action. Talking to himself seemed as good an answer to this issue than any.
"Just walk through the door, T. You've seen this movie. You're gonna turn around and the little girl in the well is going to kill you. You don't want someone to see your face all horrific and shoved in a closet. Just turn the knob, and walk away..."
He argued with himself but eventually his curiosity, not quite outweighing his apprehension, held long enough for him to convince himself he must have unplugged the wrong device. But he knew it was bullshit.
"Fuck it," he whispered and turned.
What met his pale blue eyes was not what he expected. Certainly not from a broken TV but also not from a TV that didn't have any channels or satellite. He ran a hand through his unruly brown hair and stepped tentatively closer to the TV. He couldn't deny that he was impressed with the picture quality but less so with what was actually happening. He could see a forest, bright and vibrant with a light mist in the air and sun streaming through the leaves and branches where it could. At least it wasn't some hideous little girl in a well. Nothing seemed to be happening apart from the rustle of leaves. What was this?
'Has to be glitch or someone screwing with me... Has to be.'
Whatever channel he'd stumbled on or prank was being pulled was surprisingly boring so far. Maybe one of those hot twins down the hall doing an experiment.
He walked slowly over to the TV yet again and picked up the remote but stopped just before sitting down. Instead he squatted down, shifted left then right, back up, and then sat.
"Huh," said open-mouthed and with brow furrowed.
Whatever angle he looked into the TV, the view changed with it. As if the angle he looked at it through changed the angle on the screen. It was like looking through a window instead of a television. He stepped forward and tentatively rapped his knuckles on the screen, then peeked over the TV to make sure he wasn't falling for some easy gag but found nothing. He knelt in front of it again, biting his lip.
It really did look like a window view rather than a two-dimensional image. He turned around and confirmed his hypothesis when one of the sunbeams that pierced the forest and the screen was casting shadows on the wall behind him. He raised his hand and saw the light on his skin; an impossible sunbeam.
Tycho had no idea what to make of what he was seeing. He double checked the plug and held it in his hand, confirming it as the power source and currently without any way to actually power his flat screen. He just couldn't comprehend or accept what was in front of him. His scientific mind offered several possibilities but they didn't quite stack up when compared to 'why.' Transmitting both power and picture was possible but not in this detail and not as targeted as only affecting his TV. Not to mention that no signal could compete with data on a hard connection via HDMI and his steambox was still on.
"What kind of Doctor Who shit is this?"
He picked up the TV and waved it around his dorm room. Everywhere he turned it was a new view of the forest as if he were standing in it. Chuckling at the marvel before him, he was surprised when he whipped the TV around and realized he wasn't alone in the forest any longer. The view landed on a firm, sculpted stomach with slatted abs and some kind of tattooed stripes of orange and black. Slowly he aimed the TV up and caught an eyeful of mammoth tits barely covered in a leather halter top that was trimmed with fur. He stopped on his journey up this heavenly body and, like any intelligent man, simply stared. Some kind of VR porn experience, perhaps?
Had to be Dave and Riley.
"Little overdone on the tits, guys," he said. "I'm not a 'they're too big' kind of guy. Bigger is always better for me but if you're going for mass appeal, I might make them a bit more realistic and maybe less... Gravity defying."
He figured whoever was screwing around with him was recording. For posterity... He hoped. He heard an exasperated snarl before his TV was yanked up and into the fearsome gaze of...
"Holy shit, it's a Jinko."
Yup, had to be some kind of porn.
And she was gorgeous. He was stunned by her momentarily. High cheekbones, heart-shaped face, and moist, plump lips in a very natural shade of pink. She had dreadlocked hair with decorations in various strands and pulled back but with several strays that framed her face. Her feline slitted eyes looked at him through a beautiful amber lens with bright green outlines.
"Wow," he said. "You're absolutely gorgeous. Hey, you guys put an amazing amount of detail making this girl. Who was your reference?"
He had no time to examine her beauty further as a massive, fully furred paw drew up in front of him and tapped on the glass. He felt the force and vibration on his end from her curious tapping and was jarred back into the moment. He was suddenly less convinced this was anyone's idea of an overly circuitous joke.
"Hey, knock that off," he exclaimed. With the plug still in his hand, he didn't know what else to do with the TV if this jaw-dropping monster decided she wanted to come in. Although, how much would he complain if he saw her in the flesh? Wait, no. Stupid. She can't be real.
"Who are you? What are you?"
Her sultry voice was surprisingly high-pitched for her size, but strong and distinctly feminine.
"Tycho," he said dumbly. "I'm uh... just a dude."
"Are you a witch or demon, Dude Tycho?"
"Huh... I've been called things close to that, I suppose. Who are you," he asked, stopping just short of asking her how she ended up on his TV. Couldn't give Dave or Riley the satisfaction of him thinking this could be real. It was a joke for certain. It was just way overly elaborate and technologically impossible was all.
She seemed to ponder his response. Her confusion was evident on her feline face with plump lips pouting and a strong brow furrowed.
"I'm Arterra," she finally responded.
"Good to meet you, I think. How did you get in my TV?"
'Dammit.'
"How did you bring a cave into a forest clearing," she fired back.
"Fair point. I have absolutely no idea. I'm going to go throw my TV off the roof now, I think. Pleasure to have met you, Arterra."
He turned to walk away but was spun back on his heels to face her.
