Ch 16 - Danielle - a Medusa, a Cyborg & a Troll walk into a cave ...
"Um. This isn't what it looks like," I said. Although I had no idea what it actually looked like.
"It looks like some sort of medieval magic," said the girl with the blue hair.
"Okay, it IS what it looks like. But when you turn away, you'll forget this ever happened." I was still draped over a low railing with my belly on the ground and a cock buried in my snatch—specifically, one of the penises in the medusa-style hairdo of my companion, who was face down with her own plump backside in the air.
The two Japanese girls looked from me to Melody's bare ass and back, and Pink Hair said, "Not fucking likely."
"Where are you all heading?" Blue Hair jerked her head toward the little ravine. Obviously they had seen the entire deviant parade go over the fence.
I assayed an answer. "To Fairyland?"
It was Pink Hair's turn again. "We've been half-ways around the world, and seen some weird shit ... but this tops all." Hesitating, she licked her lips, and then added, "Mind if we join you?"
They were in the process of helping Melody up, and if the sight of her writhing dicks—one of which was adorned by an iridescent-winged and deeply penetrated wee faerie—didn't faze them, then nothing on the other side of the portal would.
"Not at all. Follow us!" To Melody I added, in a stage whisper, "My turn when we get to the other side."
"Deal." She cradled my butt and (yet again) scanned my currently normal body—albeit a naked and totally hot body. "So—you from around here?"
"Not exactly. It's my first time to New York, actually." I could have asked, but somehow knew that she lived nearby, and also that she was—technically—still a virgin. Instead, I told her, "I love what you've done with your hair."
She squeezed the bum-cheek she was holding, and laughed. "And I love your wings. Take me for a ride later?"
"Deal!"
By the time we got down the stairway to the little inlet and the walled-up cave, my like-a-sister Olivia and all the rest had all gone through. Looking around to be sure, I noticed a kayak pulled up almost out of sight in the weeds. Sami, having slid off Melody's wilted primary serpent-wang, was now sitting on my shoulder again. I asked her, "Is that yours?"
Startled, she said, "Yes—I think it might be. But ..."
"Maybe two hours is about right, more or less." I was referring to Oli's claim that any time spent in her fantasy world (I was beginning to think of the place as OFW) would only equal two hours on the outside. Could time be manipulated like this? "Looks like your chance to go home."
"And miss this? If that's my boat, it'll be waiting whenever I leave. Probably."
Of course, we were standing at the time and place Sami had left two years ago—we'd compared dates—and to which she'd apparently returned two hours later. So ... it followed that I'd just encountered Melody and the others two years in my own past.
We stood silently, Sami and me contemplating the elasticity of time, the tourists taking in our nakedness (and Melody's wang-head)—while Melody herself was looking hungrily at my still leaking pussy.
As she stared, my clit began to transform into a fat mass, from which my horse cock then telescoped—and I finally grasped that, in my timeline, it was still the morning after my demon gig. This meant that Melody, who had been at my side since she'd first seen me, had formally booked me for the day—until Wednesday dawn—to fulfill her sexual fantasies.
Once my yard had come to full mast, she nodded in satisfaction, and then—because I'd promised 'Fairyland'—she began looking around this quiet place to see where the gateway might be.
That's when I realized I was the only one who knew how to get there. Even Sami, who had literally stumbled through it (years ago, by her reckoning), had been hidden inside my pussy this morning.
"The door is right there." I pointed at a rock wall, as though it was obvious. "You just have to run at it ..."—this earned me blank stares—"did no one here see Harry Potter?"
"You first," said Blue.
With a sigh, I ran at the wall and hoped I'd chosen the right bit. Sami and I landed square in the middle of the pile of dumped clothes, which wasn't as soft as you'd think, given it was sprinkled with boots and purses. Still, the others took the hint and joined me before I'd had a chance to get clear.
Untangling ourselves led to a good deal of groping, and would quickly have led to more, but I decided I should bring our guests up to speed. "So, girls—it's not obligatory but, if you want, you can leave your clothes over there where they won't be trampled. The thing is I can facilitate your fantasies. From tattoos ..."—I flashed the lewd Venus figurehead on my arm, although their eyes were drawn to the diving bird inked over my pubic bone—"to cocks." Here I gripped mine mid-shaft and shook it. "Or anything else your heart desires."
Waggling my eyebrows, I nodded meaningfully at Medusa-Melody—who'd been holding the base of my horse-dick in a friendly sort of way since we'd tumbled through the magical wall—as if to suggest I knew what I was doing. But fantasy clients had, until now, always summoned me, and then only one at a time ... I think. That last piratical shag-fest had been in OFW, and we'd been outnumbered (which reminded me, tangentially, to look up Jamaica). So basically, I was winging it.
Melody pulled her lustful gaze—and tongue—off my dick to help me out, intoning: "I was not always as you see me now."
It occurred to me that our tourists hadn't likely seen any actual transformations, barring my restored pony-pecker. Hell, all three girls probably wondered if this cave was our sad destination. Still, with Melody's help, they made the connections—and their eyes sparkled at the prospect.
Pink spoke first. "I'd like to be Motoko Kusanagi, please!"
I paused long enough that Sami helpfully whispered, "You know, Boss. Major Killan—Ghost in the Shell?"