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Chapter 2: Naked and Afraid

Kirsty wakes up to the sun shining down. Stretching and yawning, shifting as the fog of those first waking moments fades out. It takes a moment or two until she comes to her senses. Recalling the events prior to her collapse. The beast that took advantage of her so thoroughly couldn't have gone far! She looked around her, and as she shifted a paw, to feel a texture upon her palm that clearly was not stone... her eyes fix upon the region immediately below her. There it was. The translucent blue slime that led such a thorough assault on her body, resting casually beneath her. The black feline's lime eyes shift warily, as her jaw angles with an anxious uncertainty about the predicament before her. Her daggers lay away from the scene, alongside her pack and the map. Neatly settled in a row, as though someone had moved them there for her to retrieve after she escaped her captor. The straps of the pack were even repaired. Albeit with local foliage.

Still totally without clothes, save the necklace she came to retrieve. Kirsty cautiously tried to shift her way off the blob-like creature. Hopefully without disturbing it. Much preferring not to end up at its mercy a second time. Her tail even pulled away such as to not touch the creature if she could help it. Brief flashes of the event return to her. The gooey assailant absolutely ravaged her in any way it could. So much so that she could barely maintain consciousness throughout. She recalled the various chemicals it employed, acids to eliminate any obstruction, anesthetics to null her mobility, aphrodisiacs to... well. At any rate, a repeat performance was certainly not on the roster for now. Almost, she made her way to the edge of the makeshift bed the creature made itself into, before she felt it jiggle. Her life then flashed before her eyes as it shifted its tendrils around her body, and raised her up once more! She reached down to conceal her loins- wait... what's this? Gently it lowered her back to her feet. Settling her casually where she was standing on the ground.

The confused cat turned about slowly... carefully looking back to the creature with clear uncertainty in her eyes. Kirsty stood gobsmacked for a few moments, until her necklace shimmered again. She pinched it carefully between her fingers, and once again the phenomena from before occurred. The strange language that slipped from her lips returned once again, yet from her, it felt as though she spoke the usual common tongue. "Are you... letting me go?" She asked.

The slime shimmied and the same strange noises came forth as the night before. "Yes! Very fun, very good! New friend!"

Her brows furrowed practically knitting in such a way that the two white dots of fur might forge a sweater with the intensity. Trying to process just what exactly was going on. "New... friend? You want to be friends?"

"Not want! Am friends!" The goo "spoke"out. "You are an old person!"

"I beg your pardon? I'll have you know I'm only 24"

"No, not age! Old people who live here! You are one!"

Kirsty processed this briefly. Trying to make sense of the meaning. To little avail until she considered the ruins. "You mean... the people who built this place?"

"Yes! They gone long time! But you come back!"

"I think you're confused. I'm not from here. And I've never been here before either."

"No! You from here! You have necklace! Necklace work! You from here! You old person!"

Mystery abound, the cat took in a deep breath and resolved over what to do next. She had what she came for, and the slime was generous enough to spare her. Those seemed the most important part now. As she began to think out loud, somewhat forgetting the blob was there. "Well... I certainly need to get back to town... but... I need clothes first... can't exactly go walking around naked. Sedge would never let me hear the end of it."

"I help!" The blob let out, bubbling up in a fashion that seemed to mirror the way the words ring cheerfully into Kirsty's head.

"Oh no, I can manage on my-" A tentacle swung past her, pointing towards the floor near the rest of her belongings where leftover scraps of her clothes and armor were fashioned into a sort of loin cloth and bikini top, with the help of some simple plant stems and vines. Not the most comfortable or protective things... but certainly better than being naked in a place she barely knew. "W-well... aren't you full of surprises."

"I help! Knew you like!" It bubbles out gleefully again. Rustling about in a bout of excitement, taking great pleasure it seems in even the simplest of kind acts.

A bit flabbergasted, she watched it shimmie and roil about. Big puddle that it was. Seeming almost puppy-like in its behavior. She couldn't help but smile now, thinking a bit less poorly of the creature. It clearly had a history in this place, and perhaps it's behavior was normal? Flashbacks run into the night before again, as the more deviant side of the cat began to slip through. Maybe the glob wasn't so bad after all. Maybe it meant well. Perhaps she... the thought cut off then and there, and she put more pragmatic terms on the situation. This goo was resourceful. It was capable. It could help her get home. "Alright. Would you come with me then? I need to get back home, and you seem handy to have around."

The creature practically broiled with excitement, and rolled towards her, rubbing up against her like it was her new best friend. And in a place like this... it might as well have been.

"Easy, easy!" She let out a loose giggle before backing herself up a bit. "Well, let's give you a name... how about..." she paused. Then little flashes came back to her again. Of the way the thing plunged into her. How it unrelentingly filled her out wherever it sunk in. How at the end of it all, she was overflowing with him. Literally. "Brim. I'll call you Brim." A little on the nose, she thought. But it sounded cute enough.

The goo seemed to like it, jostling itself back and forth, as it began humming out the word. "Brimmmmmmm! Brimmmmmmmm!"

Kirsty giggled at the bouncy, flouncy, and generally quite bubbly new companion. "Just promise me that the next time we er... play, that you'll go a little easier on me. Don't get me wrong, it was great fun. But... you seemed to enjoy it far, far more than I could." That much was a lie. The creature hit her in all the ways she craved most, but she lacked the stamina to really hold up.

"Oh yes! Very sorry! Long time, need to play lots when long time." Brim shrunk down considerably at this, as though showing a sort of submissive response to the order. "But please do play more!"

At this point the goo had Swayed Her heart. Thus, she agreed with a nod. "I'll make a little deal with you. If you help me get out of this forest,then once we are out I'll play with you as much as you want, and as hard as you want for a whole day. Sound good?"

Brim jostled and rolled about, gleefully in celebration. Something about its demeanor brought a big smile to her face, and a deep felt chuckle. Somehow, some way, she could tell Brim was actually a sweetheart, despite his abrasive approach to friend-making. She went to dress herself shortly, and picked up her pack. When she opened the map, however... her heart sank once more. "Uh...Brim? Did you do something to the map?"

"Forest tricky! Layouts change often. Maps go blank! Old people make that way!" The goo bubbled about, and the weight of its "words" settle on her.

"I knew this job was a bad idea. Sedge, you are a dolt!" She stomped her foot angrily, and the slime shifted in shock.

"Sedge bad? Who Sedge? More old people friends?"

Kirsty gave a heavy sigh, before shifting her bag up onto her shoulders more, gripping the viney replacements Brim added to them. She walked toward the doorway, fearing a magic barrier might still be in place, only to find it was long gone. "No... Sedge isn't bad. He's just stupid, and hard-headed. And an oaf." The trail of awful insults continued as the unlikely pair made their way out of the ruin. Her list proved so thorough that none would be shocked to see the smoke of that man's ears catching fire for a hundred miles. If only the cat thought to herself. A smoke signal just from the old wolf's brain overheating alone would serve enough of a landmark to get home.

The day went on with its hurdles. Underbrush and overgrowth proving a challenge for Kirsty, but fortunately with her new companion, brim, they proved less of a risk. The most prominent threat of the dreaded animate vines that attacked her before proved not a risk so long as her gooey companion was about. He snared them, and she chopped them up into neat little bits with her daggers. The rest would typically back away after that. Brim would absorb them, presumably to use them for food she suspected. Come to think of it, she realized Brim only seemed to subsist off fruits and other vegetation. The knowledge certainly would prove valuable, she thought, wondering what sorts of effects what the blob ate might have on its composition and characteristics.

Mid day came faster than was expected, especially as the two set up a brief stop at a small pool, where Kirsty brought out one of her rations to eat. She realized slowly that she needed to find a way out quickly, as she only had the supplies to manage a couple of days out here in the wild of the Everwood without scrounging for a chance at survival. "Uh... Brim." She spoke shyly between bites. "What... uh... other sorts of things are out and about in this forest?"

"Many things! Why ask?"

She closed her eyes for a moment. "Well... we might be stuck here for a while. Worst comes to worst, I'll need to hunt for food and such. I need to know what I might run into out here."

""Oh! Yes! Lots of things. Many big, mean things! But old people have ability to speak with most of forest!"

"We... do?" She hadn't really put two and two together yet, but the necklace must have been tied to this ability, thinking on it now.

"Yes! Most creatures of forest very friendly and helpful if known well. But can also be quite mean, even when being playful."

Just from the context, she gathered what he meant by playful... but this meant something useful to her as well in its own respect. She could use her new ability to win the forest's favor if push came to shove. It left her with mixed feelings quite quickly. Brim entertained her senses quite thoroughly indeed. But would playing such games with other beasts end for the better or for the worse? Fueling her questions with a new morbid curiousity, she asked on. "What kinds of creatures do you mean exactly?"

"Many kinds!" Brim answered almost joyously. "Big wolf beasts, strange and aloof tree climbers! Even dragons!"

"D-dragons?" The cat asked nervously. Envisioning a large, scaled beast with a lofty hoard of treasures hidden in some mountain stronghold. Snorting fire from its nostrils as it unfurled its wings. The picture only grew more vivid by the minute indeed, as she began to wander the details and implications. "W-well... let's be sure to... make new friends if anything happens. Right?"

"Yes! Friends very good! Lend big hand when bad things happen too!" Brim said gleefully. Seeming to miss the point of her phrasing altogether.

"By the way, Brim... do you only eat plants?" Kirsty pondered curiously.

Brim jostled in a fashion that the cat took to convey a head nod. "Brim eat plants, but only dying plants and fruit and vegetable parts."

"What for? You can eat meat right?"

"Can eat, yes. But don't like. Plants better. Can get important stuff like colors and powers." Brim displayed its ability to excrete various substances and change its hue. Shifting in a rainbow pattern as it cycled through its tonal shifts. "Brim get main nutrients from love and emotion!"

"Wait what?" The cat asked in some degree of disbelief. "What do you mean love and emotion?"

"Brim made of magic! Can use love and emotion as food." Brim reformed its tendrils. "Get lots of love from new friend before!"

The cat almost blushed. Embarrassed at the suggestion. "Well... I suppose that means I'll have to help keep you well fed then."

Brim jostled about happily once more. Leading Kirsty to another question. "What else can you do brim? You seem pretty handy."

The jostling stopped and shifted to a jiggle, reminiscent of when Sedge would sit there and try to process a complicated order for one of his many jobs. She practically could see the smoke rising from the poor blob, before it suddenly hopped up. "Oh! Brim can glow in dark! Can also make special stuff to make others do what brim want! But only like doing so when others being very mean! Brim also can do this!"

The goo shrunk down and shifted its shape, taking on a green hue. Down and down it shrunk, molding into a shape that resembled the very cat before it. The same diminutive, four foot stature, the same small bust, and relatively wide hips. Even a tail that dropped on occasion as it flicked about. Brim, in its doppelgänger shape smiled happily and cheerfully as it danced around, mirroring a nude Kirsty.

Kirsty stared in awe. Unsure of what to say in response, before settling finally with a smile. "Wow Brim! And such a pretty choice of form too~" she flattered.

Brim mirrored the way Kirsty sat, crossing its legs, as it purred out in compliment, revealing it could mirror even vocal sounds in its new form. Though the voice was distinctly cheery and high key. "Yes! Very pretty form of very pretty cat! Can only use this ability if taken in lots of love from others!"

"So you can only become me right now? If you got something from someone else, could you become them?"

"Yes!" The slime bubbled out from its new mouth. Tail swaying back and forth happily.

With this new knowledge, and her ration polished off now, Kirsty got up and began moving. "Well, let us go. We need to find a safe place to set up for the night while the sun is still out."

"Ruins safe! Only guardians and old people allowed to enter! Most guardians gone now though..." Brim reverted to its old form, and followed along behind her with a roll.

"Guardians? Oh! You mean that's what you were doing there when I took the necklace?"

"Yes! Brim very good guardian!" It bounced a little as they traveled on.

"Heh, you sure are.~" She had no place to argue on the matter, especially when she thought she was done for in his clutches. The two carry on, as the sun begins to fall.

The pair settled themselves at last as evening fell. The sunset tones cast over the forests with bright oranges, dark purples, and shadows between beams of the setting rays. A small, single chamber ruins the two happen upon along the way serving as their stop. Kirsty subtly thankful that no guardian happened to call this one home to be truthful. One chance encounter with such a beast is enough for now. Even if the previous turned out to be a delightful new friend. She set up a small spot to rest with her sleep pack from amongst her supplies. Brim forming itself to make for a surprisingly comfy pillow. The cat drifted quickly off to sleep beside a newly formed fire.

Hours pass before Kirsty awakens. Her eyes staring up at a bright, blueis-white moon, full and calm in the sky. Nature calls, and she sets up, to head out into the forest. The sound of owls and other nocturnal sorts echoing throughout. She kept in mind the danger of the forest's ever changing shape, and stays within eyesight of the ruin. Brim remains where it was. Seeming to go dormant at night, similar to sleep in a way she presumed. The day's interactions play back through her mind as she wanders the forest however. It seemed like a lot to take in. But from the sound of it, this necklace was not the only of its kind. Or perhaps there were other objects in this forest that were similar at least? Just who are these "Old People" really?

Finally relieved, the cat makes her way back to the camp. Only to realize that the forest must have shifted again. Despite her efforts to return safely to the camp, the place was more difficult than she imagined. She began to feel panic set in, before slowly calming herself down. "Brim will go looking for me. I'm sure of it. Besides, the camp can't have gotten that far away right?" But then, as she drew back to silence from thinking aloud once more, she felt it... that feeling like she was being watched yet again. But this time it felt different than the previous day. These eyes felt... ominous. Like something was out to get her. She calmed herself and looked around for a clue, before catching a glimpse of it. A pair of glowing golden eyes in the darkness, slit pupils fixed plainly on her. She backed up cautiously, completely disarmed, as the moonlight filtered down into the small clearing of trees, with a lone rock besides.

The silhouette the eyes were attached to approaches, a bipedal wolf, though more feral looking than Sedge's like, and taller to boot. The beast growled at Kirsty, putting a distinctive fear in her heart. It's black fur looked wild and rustled as it approached. Shining with the silver reflection of the moon's clear light. The necklace set aglow again as she stared up at her new predator. "Easy big guy." She quietly worked out. "I don't want any trouble."

The beast responded in raising a paw, and bringing its claws down. Kirsty gasped in fear, only to find herself unscathed. Instead, her clothes were the wolf's victim. It was then that she caught on to what was about to happen. She could catch the scent before anything else. The offer was on the table, and she was in no position to refuse. She settled back up on her knees, as her eyes adjusted better and more plainly to the dark, taking note quickly of a distinctive red shine from the wolf's loins. She knew what it was. What the wolf wanted... and she obliged. Her paws reach out, and grasp onto his cock. Still difficult to make out, but oh so clear in her grasp. The raw heat. The raw size. It must have been cleanly twice as much as even the most equipped men she had taken for a spin back home. The distinct smell of sexual prowess alone was infectious. But no... it couldn't only be that. She surmised that perhaps this too was an effect of the necklace.

She pressed her nose into the base of the shaft, where she could feel the beast's knot right up against her muzzle. Her body trembling equal parts fear and excitement. Her hands rubbing up and along the sides of his thick member, as her mind left it's better judgement so it could wander, and explore. Her right hand brought low, and took up the wolf's balls from behind, and buried her muzzle into them plainly. Kissing them and giving them a soft kiss, followed by a distinct lap of that barbed Felid tongue. The wolf tensed, and she grinned, realizing he got more than he bargained for. At that, she didn't give up the chase, and rose up, slipping her tongue up and along the beast's pillar. Rising and rising, until she realized she'd have to get up on her feet to reach the top. But she didn't stop. Her tongue met his tip, pulled away, and quickly was chased again by a soft kiss at his tip. The growling beast faded into a panting one as she got control of the situation back. "Like that big guy? Well then, I'll make you a deal. Help me out when you're good and done?"

Kirsty resumed immediately by plunging his cock into her maw. Her tongue swirling about with pleasure and torture alike. Her head bobbing further and further. Length sliding deeper and deeper. The humid air cooling fast where her saliva left him wet. Only to have its gentle coating reapplied. She felt his tip hit her throat, and slowly she worked him back in. Swallowing thoroughly around it. She started to pull back, and got a brief gasp for air. "Hahh. How are you liking-" she felt him grasp her head before she could even finish her question, shoving her right back down. He was a brute, but she enjoyed it even so. Swallowing over his length, she set loose her most dangerous weapon. Her purr. It rumbled around his cock so thoroughly, so warmly and affectionately, she knew he couldn't last long. So she let him take the reigns, grasping his hips as he squeezed at her head, shoving and pumping. Her head trying to pull back, met with the resistance of his paw. Her head shoving down to kiss his knot, and her face shoved up against the fur of his crotch. This was bliss. The sort of playtime she could get behind.

The wolf's rough treatment paired with Kirsty's gentle care had him reeling for sure. She felt him tense and throb in her mouth. So she let him take her at his pace. The onslaught continued, as the lack of air began to get to her. She could feel herself losing focus, as finally, after a long last, the wolf proved he could take no more. A swift knock of the arrow, and the wolf let fly. Cock jammed so far down her throat that she could feel his knot stuff her jowls. Then the flood. The wash of white hot "love" as Brim would put it, rushing in thick rope globs down her gullet. The flood rising and rising as the heat filled her up. Like swallowing down the finest Irish cream in its taste. She felt it burst through her maw, out her nostrils, overwhelming her every sense. Then the wolf pulled back, and the thick, silky cum poured over her face in a fine, gruff lattice. She gasped and gasped for air once she could swallow it all down, being showered in the wolf's sweet affections. Met again with the wolf cramming its rod right back where it belonged. She took in whatever was left, swallowing and sucking until at last the wolf pulled free and let her catch a breath. His cock sucked clean.

Still on the route to recovery, she took a deep breath, only to feel the wolf turn her about and set her on all fours. She raised up her head, still painted in his colors and stained with his scent, as he lumbered over her on all fours himself. He pushed her chest down to the grassy forest floor, and the next thing she felt was the thrust of a lifetime. The wolf pierced clean past her entrance, and stuffed everything but the knot in the cat's cunt. She gasped again, eyes rolling back as she accepted her fate once again. Thrusts pump into her quickly, drumming a clear, wild rhythm into her small, but plush rump. Her tail sways off to the side, giving ample access for the wolf as he carried out his assault. Driving thrusts, back to back, as her moans shifted to bestial moans and meetings. Mixed with purrs as the primal setting and partner caught her heart like a hook.

She bit her lip, trying to retain some levee on her sentient thought, and began to push back. Hiking her rear in rhythm with the thrusts, as her wet little passage got things all wet and slick. She was really having the time of her life now. Much more thoroughly able to share in the mix of satisfaction and pleasure, as the wolf worked his magic. The fucking carried on and on through the hours like this, as the cat's sense of time began to slip. She still wasn't sure yet if the beast was intelligent like Brim, or if he was just a wild animal with a true man's prowess, but by now she did not care. Her body was claimed, at least for the night. She felt him now, trying his damndest to fit that knot in, but to no avail. She was so small and tight, it wouldn't surprise her that there was such a struggle. She was a third of his size after all, maybe less than that. So she gave him all the help she could manage, claws digging into the dirt until finally... she felt that sweet, sore feeling of that knot finally popping into place.

The wolf's thrusts slow to a halt, and all at once he lets it out. Kirsty was all too pleased to oblige, as her womb filled to the brim yet again for the second night. More and more shot inside her. Her belly started to fill from the mess. She knew though that even she could only handle so much. And so, the cum blasted out from her, escaping the knot's airtight seal, splattering the mess between them unapologetically, as the rest oozed to the ground from between them like a waterfall. She could at least breath this time, but it felt like every shot was knocking the wind from her even so. Her own body clamped and squeezed around him, milking him for all he was worth. The pleasure, pain and stress, mixed together in a perfect cacophony of satisfaction. If she had a particular itch for men, this wolf knew how to scratch it. That much was clear. Her legs trembled so delightfully, that she more or less collapsed, dangling from his cock like an ornamental toy. The wolf followed suit, by gripping at her rear, and prying free from her so forcefully, it set her into another climactic tailspin, squeezing and oozing out his cum with each wave as it roiled inside her. His length spilling its remainder on her rear and back. She was all too satisfied, tail twitching about as she purred, tail swinging about. She was so adrift on her high, relishing the sensation of her cum shower, and adoring that distinct smell of sex she was thoroughly surrounded in. Perhaps too adrift even, as she had forgotten completely about her previous worries. The sun was beginning to rise by now... and that's when she heard a familiar sound.

"Friend! There you are!" Brim found her all on their own. Her and their new friend alike.

Well played little cat. You take to your new role well. But are you a pawn? Or something so much more? A rook? Bishop? Or perhaps...? There is so much more for you to learn. But let's save that for when the time comes...

Chapter 2: Close