Otherworldly Convention Goers Pt 01

This is my entry for the

Virtual Literotica 2025 Convention Challenge

. Like the other authors participating in this event, I will use characters created by other authors (with their permission) and will provide proper citation at the end of every part for all characters and their authors, regardless of when they appear.

I have always written Tiafell in his own world, the fantasy realm of Elistria, where humans, elves, vampires, demons, and dwarves (coming soon) inhabit the land. But now, let's find out how Tiafell and a few of his friends survive on Earth and at a convention no less!

Comments and feedback are welcome, enjoy! All characters are 18 or older.

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Otherworldly Convention Goers: Part 1

Friday Afternoon:

Tiafell, a very androgynous and effeminate elf with long dark brown hair, opened his eyes to discover himself in an alley of a strange new city. The walls around him looked unlike anything he had ever seen before. He was alarmed by the sight, having no idea what had caused him to be there.

"Where... am I...?"

"Tiafell? Hey!!" Tiafell heard a familiar voice call his name, it was Nadia, his Latina vampire friend with long black hair. Being a dhampir, she was rendered powerless by the sunlight but otherwise unharmed.

"Nadia!!" Tiafell worriedly ran to her. To his relief, Cirris and Mirya, a pair of blonde mage twins, were with her. "Cirris and Mirya too? Do you have any idea what's going on? Have you seen Brion or Kanah? The Royal Guard? The King?"

"No!! I don't like this!!" Mirya was terrified and close to tears, clinging to her brother.

"I don't know, man. One moment we were about to turn in for the night, and the next we're in... wherever the hell this place is!" Cirris held his sister gently, patting her shoulder-length hair. Calming down, Mirya pulled out of her twin's embrace.

Cautiously stepping out of the alley, they observed paved roads and concrete sidewalks, blocks of tall buildings made of steel, concrete, and glass, lit displays of various designs on every building. All four of them were startled by a group of cars and other vehicles whizzing by.

"What the fuck are

those

??" Cirris pointed, alarmed.

"They make me think of those 'automobile' things I heard the Royal Military is supposedly developing, carriages that are supposed to move without horses." Nadia answered. "I thought they were only rumors..."

"Holy shit... so are we in the Capital?" Cirris tried to make sense of his surroundings

"Does this look like Janazheim to you?" Nadia grilled him.

"I don't know! I'm just as scared and confused as you are!!"

"Don't shout at me!!"

The bickering two stood in each other's faces, their argument close to escalating. The male twin was only slightly shorter than the six-foot-tall vampire.

"Calm down, both of you!" Tiafell wedged himself between them. "Maybe we are in Janazheim, but we've leapt forward in time somehow?" The elf speculated.

"Oh no, you could be right, Tee-Tee..." Tears began flowing from the female twin's eyes.

"L-Let's all calm down, getting angry or panicking will not help us."

"Tiafell's right." Nadia stressed, trying to ease the tension. "We should take a walk and familiarize ourselves with the area, maybe we'll figure out where we are."

The group very cautiously strolled the streets, getting weird looks from people whose faces weren't buried in their phones.

"Everyone is staring into those weird flat things and walking around like zombies, it's kind of creepy." Cirris shuddered.

"The ones who pay attention give us weird looks. Their outfits are so much different than ours." Mirya felt uneasy due to the prying eyes.

"They're looking at my ears too." Tiafell gestured toward the pointy appendages that framed his face.

"I wouldn't worry about that, most people are too busy messing with those zombie things anyway." Cirris scoffed.

Nadia scanned their surroundings more closely than everyone else, being naturally more observant. "Normally, whenever we enter a new town or village, I can sense vampires hiding from the sunlight in surrounding buildings or underground. But I have yet to sense a single one here. Elves are rare, even in our world, but I think we should assume only humans exist in this place for the time being."

Tiafell groaned. "None of you stand out as much as I do..."

"So, what should we do? Find some clothes? What about food?" Cirris wondered.

"I think our first priority should be to find a place to stay for now, we'll worry about everything after we've set up some kind of base." Nadia suggested.

After awkwardly navigating the city's many streets, the four confused youths found themselves standing near a sizeable building with the words "Grand City Hotel" displayed at the parking lot's entrance. Something about the establishment intrigued them.

"'Grand City', so this confirms we're not in Janazheim. I wonder if we're in Gashua, or even Elistria, at all now." Tiafell's heart sank.

"Is it just me, or does anyone else want to check this place out?" Nadia asked.

"No, I'm curious too. It feels like I'm supposed to be here for some reason." Cirris watched people leaving their vehicles and forming a line that began at the front doors.

"Hey, since this place is a hotel, maybe we could get a room?" Mirya proposed.

"We don't have any of that green paper or those card things people use to buy stuff in this city. Our gold 'conveniently' didn't make the trip with us either." Her brother sighed. "We're flat broke."

"Let's at least try, I'd rather be turned away and know for sure than wonder 'what-if'." Nadia remarked.

Joining the line with the others, Tiafell noticed a flyer hanging on poles close by. "'The First Annual Virtual Literotica Convention'. Enjoy a sex-positive weekend where you can meet and mingle with like-minded individuals and groups. Workshops, rooms, and dinner will be provided for all guests. Clothing, and other 'items' are available upon request.'" Tiafell read. "Boy, wouldn't it be nice to be a guest?"

"Hey, maybe we can sign up! Nadi's right, we'll never know unless we try! It sounds kind of fun, actually!" Mirya hopped excitedly.

"That's why you're my favorite!" Nadia slid her fingers along the petite female mage's jawline and chin, making her swoon.

"It's worth a shot." Cirris shrugged. Eventually, it was their turn in line. The receptionist looked at them over her glasses which rested near the tip of her nose. She held a clipboard with most of the names on a list crossed off.

"Names and ages, please." The middle-aged lady's voice sounded like she was speaking with her nose clamped shut.

"Oh, I'm Tiafell, 20."

"Nadia, 24."

"Cirris, I'm 19."

"Mirya, also 19."

The receptionist skimmed the list, flipping the first page over. "There you are, all four of you are in the list."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding..." Cirris couldn't believe his ears. All four of them looked at each other in surprise and disbelief.

"Identification cards are being printed for you inside, put them in these lanyards and wear them around your necks at all times. Your expenses have already been paid for, including your rooms, meals, any events or workshops you wish to attend. You also have changes of clothes in your rooms. Enjoy your stay." She handed each of them lanyards with clear empty sleeves.

Putting the lanyards around their necks, the four made their way toward the hotel's entrance.

"Okay, things are getting really fucking weird now! We have reservations we never made for a hotel in a city we have never heard of. And everything has been paid for? Just what is going on here?!" Cirris was at his wit's end.

"Calm down, Dickhead!" Nadia patted his back. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth! We have a place to stay, food and clothes provided to us for free and we can even get some sex while we're here! Wherever we are, they know how to treat visitors!"

Tiafell gazed upward, taking in the height of the structure. "This place is gigantic! It may be the size of Janazheim Castle or larger!" The other three took a moment to look upward, then entered.

The lobby was quite a spectacle, it was a massive two-story room with a white marble floor and matching walls, plush red carpets went up each stairway. Crowds of people carrying luggage moved in all directions, the mixture of their chatter was deafening. Near the middle of the lobby, two bronze statues of nude males stood mirroring each other, both standing up past the balcony to the second floor. Ropes were tied to the ends of their dicks that held a large flyer that read:

"'The First Annual Virtual Literotica Convention'. Friday June 6 -- Sunday June 8, 2025."

Cirris pointed and laughed at the statues until tears leaked from his eyes. "Oh shit, that is the funniest thing I've seen in my goddamn life!"

"Excuse me, here are you ID cards, you will need them to participate in all activities during the convention." A slim employee approached, holding four cards. He handed them off, then left to attend to other guests.

"I think we're supposed to put them in these things?" Tiafell guessed. The elf messed with his until he successfully slid his card inside the sleeve.

"Hey, Tee-Tee? How do you put the card in this thing?" Mirya was attempting but failing to put her card in her lanyard.

"Here, do it like this." Tiafell demonstrated by spreading the sleeve apart at the top. "The card goes in here."

"Woah, thanks!" Mirya chirped, mimicking him. Nadia and Cirris did the same.

Tiafell nodded, smiling at her before examining his card. "These tiny little paintings of us look really good, almost like they captured our likeness somehow!"

"Our names and ages are written on here too, with some kind of weird ink. I understand wanting our names, but why our ages?" Cirris pondered.

"Look on the back." Nadia turned hers around to read. "'All guests must be 18 or older to attend. ID must be presented to obtain alcoholic beverages and will only be served to guests 21 or older. Guests who violate these terms may be subject to eviction without a refund.' Well,

I'll

have no problem getting something to drink!" The dhampir bragged, laughing.

Cirris growled. "I hope you end up so drunk you puke on whoever you go to bed with." He crossed his arms, pouting.

"Not likely. When my vampiric powers are active, I can drink men twice my size under the table! Assuming I can assume vampire form here."

Mirya held her index finger out to create a tiny flame. "My magic works, so we have our powers." She flicked her finger to put the small ember out.

Tiafell was still looking at his card. "We have reservations, but where are our rooms?"

"That's a good question. Maybe that guy behind that weird-looking desk can tell us?" Cirris motioned toward an employee at the reception desk.

Nadia approached with the others following. "Excuse me? Would you be so kind as to tell us where our rooms are?"

"Sure, what are your names?" The young man behind the desk looked up at them, his heart skipping beats.

"I'm Nadia, with me are Tiafell, Cirris, and Mirya."

"One sec..." The receptionist pecked away on his keyboard while keeping his eyes on flat screen in front of him.

"What is that thing...?" Mirya whispered to her brother, who shrugged.

"Ah, there you are. Your rooms are 737 and 738. They are adjoining rooms on the seventh floor. You can take the elevator over there. Your ID cards are the keys, just tap the latch with the back of the card and lift the latch up." He pointed out a set of six elevators. Guests were entering and leaving the sliding doors.

"Thank you very much, have a great day!" Nadia winked and left with the others, leaving the young employee blushing.

"So, these cards unlock doors? What the fuck kind of key is that? What kind of keyhole is a long slit? Anyone with a card could enter our rooms!" Cirris took his ID of this lanyard.

"Were you not paying attention, Dickhead?" Nadia chided the male mage. "That guy told us to tap the latch with the back of the card. Weird way to unlock a door, granted, but nothing about this place is going to surprise me anymore."

"Elevators, that's the one thing this world has in common with ours." Tiafell pointed out, as he and his friends had ridden an elevator for the first time a few days prior.

"And lights, we do have electricity back home. Nothing like any of this though." Mirya was fascinated by the different kinds of light displays they had seen.

The otherworldly guests boarded an elevator and arrived on the seventh-floor seconds later. They had no problem finding Rooms 737 and 738 as the rooms were clearly numbered.

"Woah, what a weird doorknob!" Mirya leaned in close, the latch just inches away from her face.

"We tap the latch with the back of our cards..." Tiafell did as the employee instructed, the red light on the device turned green. He lifted the latch, and the door opened. "Hey, I did it!"

"Well, all but one of us could have easily figured it out." Nadia glanced at Cirris.

"And just who is the one who couldn't?" The male mage huffed, the Latina simply stuck her tongue out and winked at him.

Upon entering 738, the group marveled at the room. Two large beds with fluffy white sheets and pillows lined the back walls. A couch with two loveseats were positioned around a coffee table with pamphlets containing details of the convention, these were facing a TV mounted on the opposite wall. A small kitchen was in the corner, a small bathroom and another smaller room next to it were on the same wall as the beds. Next to the kitchen was a closed door.

"Woah, this place is gorgeous..." Tiafell looked around in amazement.

Cirris ran and leapt onto one of the beds. "Damn, this is the softest, bounciest bed ever!"

"What are you, 8?" Nadia snorted.

"That's closer to the size of my dick, babe!" Cirris turned onto his side to face her, clicked his tongue, and winked. "Wanna help me break this in?" He patted the bed.

"Oh, dios mio..." The vampire facepalmed.

Mirya opened the door next to the kitchen, and then the door behind that one. "Hey! I found the other room! It's just like this one but mirrored!"

Tiafell came over to peak inside. "That's what he meant by 'adjoined'. I pictured something else entirel-EEEE!!!"

Everyone was startled by the sound of an action movie that suddenly began playing on the TV. Cirris was holding the remote but dropped it.

"GODDAMMIT, CIRRIS!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO??" Naida fumed.

"I don't know!!" He shrieked. "I just found this long black thing on the bed and pushed a red thing that said 'Power'!"

"Push it again so that thing on the wall will shut up!!"

Cirris did as he was told, taking the remote and using it to turn the TV off.

"Don't do that again or so help me..." Nadia balled her fist.

"Don't worry, I think I've taken enough years off my own life!"

Calming down, the four plopped down onto the loveseats, letting out a collective sigh.

"I'm already tired..." Tiafell yawned and stretched his lithe frame.

Mirya had taken one of the pamphlets. "'List of Scheduled Events'. Why don't we see what they have planned this weekend?"

The others snatched their own pamphlets and skimmed them over.

"Tomorrow, they have classes on different sexual topics. Some I've never heard of before. What the fuck is 'Porn' and 'Eye'?" Cirris was looking at workshop titled "Erotic Literature in the Age of Porn and AI".

"Hell if I know. Let's just stick to the ones we know of." The vampire urged.

"Ooooooh, there's going to be one about incest! Who here has fucked their sibling?" Mirya enthusiastically raised her hand, having had sex with Cirris many times. Her brother laughed and raised his with Tiafell doing the same. Nadia, being an only child, did not.

"I had sex with Trista the night before we left for Janazheim, I hope she and Samora are doing okay." Tiafell lamented, missing his older sister and Samora; Cirris and Mirya's mother who was a witch as well as a mother figure to the entire group.

"Yeah, we know!" Mirya smirked. "Everyone heard you two going at it! 'My little brother has such a big cock!! Cum inside your big sister's pussy!!'" The petite mage impersonated Trista, then slumped over laughing.

"Miryaaa!" Tiafell was amused despite his outward protest.

Nadia laughed with everyone else, then stopped. "There's a meet-and-greet in the ballroom on the first floor tonight. There will be a jazz band, whatever kind of music that is, hors d'oeuvres, food I think, a bar..." She grinned. "And dancing. I think we should go get some food and maybe mingle with some of the other guests for a while."

"I'm fine with getting food and meeting people, but what about dancing? I don't know how to dance in

our

world." Tiafell admitted.

"I think we should skip out on the dancing. We'll get some of that... whatever kind of food that is, talk to some people while we're at it, and then come back here for the rest of the night. I know we're all tired." Nadia advised.

"Yeah, that's for the best." Cirris leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. "We don't know a thing about this world, don't need to embarrass ourselves in front of

all

the guests."

"What are we going to wear though? What we have on now will stand out!" Mirya tugged at her top.

"If my hunch is correct," the vampire stood, "I think the answer is right in front of us!" She sauntered to the closed door next to the bathroom and opened to, revealing a closet filled with various outfits of different styles. "Aha! What would you three do without me?" She let out a boisterous laugh.

"Not get bitten nearly as often, for one thing." Cirris commented, the Latina shot daggers at him.

Friday Evening:

They spent the next few hours trying on outfits for the meet-and-greet event. Nadia, wearing a tight black dress that didn't leave much of her large breasts to the imagination with straps and a short skirt, stood in front of a mirror in the main room of 738 applying black lipstick. She also had black heels on. Due to her vampire powers being activated after sunset, her eyes had changed from brown to a glowing red.

"Come on, we're over an hour late already!" She shouted.

"Mirya and I are good to go, just waiting for Tiafell." Cirris was wearing an ash gray suit with matching shoes and a red tie. Mirya had a sky-blue sleeveless dress on that covered her shoulders, which also had a short skirt. Her heels also matched her outfit.

"I haven't worn high heels in forever. They're hard to walk in." The female mage commented.

"You'll get used to it." Nadia puckered her lips, having finished. "TIAFELL! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!"

"I'M NOT GOING, I CAN'T WALK IN THESE!!!" The elf yelled back from the other room.

"Goddammit Tiafell..." Nadia stormed to the bathroom, yanked the door open, and pulled Tiafell out by his arm, who staggered into the hall. He was wearing a leaf green strapless dress with the shortest skirt of all, the garment hugged his figure tightly and outlined every inch of his slender figure. He stood shakingly in dark green heels.

"I love the dress, but I'll break my neck if I try walking in these!" He whined.

"Deal with it! If you want to get fucked this weekend, heels will draw attention to your butt, hips, and legs. Guys will be standing in line to pound you!"

"Fiiiiiiine!" Tiafell groaned, relenting. "But I'm staying close to the wall!"

Nadia growled. "Whatever, let's go!"

Exiting the room, the four slowly made their way down the hall so Tiafell could keep up. He kept his hand close to the wall, having to catch himself at times.

"No offense, but how could you walk a tightrope in Steelweld, yet not be able to walk in heels?" Cirris asked.