Predscape Travel Blog - Lee - [Patreon Preview]
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Once again time for a Predscape Travel Blog!
This time Patrick visits the predscape of a soft cuddly kitsune named Lee! Wherever he goes, there's a Little Hokkaido in him.
Contains: casual nudity, casual hyper, simulated male pregnancy, and some teasing
Full Story Contains: Heavily implied sex, groping, intimate vore, stretchy pred, thoughtless predation, vore in self defense, rapid digestion, safe combat, matrix references, children's card games, gamification, implied masturbation, non-euclidean space, flirting and shonen anime tropes.
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I sit on a flat rock on the side of the forest path. Resting in my lap the dome of my pregnant belly sits calmly. I idly stroke the simulated effect on my body as I take in the sounds of the forest. The vibrancy of the leaves and the sunlight streaming through the canopy in places gives the whole place a painterly look.
My erstwhile guide to Little Hokkaido sits cross legged atop the trademark of his species on the other side of the path. The albino tanuki quietly sips from his glass. Once it is drained, he flicks his wrist holding the vessel and with a puff of mist it becomes a leaf once more. "You going to be alright without that once outside?" He eyes the swell in my midsection with a playful tone.
I blush once I realize what he means. "Oh, I'll be fine. Lee doesn't simulate things like morning sickness, for one thing."
The raccoon-dog lets out a bark of a laugh, his plump body wobbling all over. "Fair enough." He tucks the leaf into his sidebag. I know from observation that the bag is filled with nothing but such leaves.
It's only been a few days since I arrived, but I find it easy to see why the turnover is so slow. Of the predscapes I've visited, this might be the softest.
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"I really should get going." My tanuki companion muses, looking along the path in the direction up the mountain. "I'm sure to be missed in my own forest."
"Oh." I pause mid-stroke along my midsection. "I'll be sure to ask Lee for your contacts when I come out as well."
The tanuki extends his legs and rolls off his 'pouch' onto his paws. His former seat contracts to a more manageable size as he retrieves his walking stick and carefully puts his drinking gourd back onto his back. He digs a paw into his bag and pulls out an incongruous smartphone. "We should share info here for next time we're both 'sune-wobble." He winks.
I blush at his phrasing, but retrieve my own phone to hold out.
The albino taps his phone to mine, and both let out a little chime of confirmation. As he stows the device away again, he sighs wistfully. "Think I could convince Lee to just eat my forest?" At the expression on my face he laughs. "Nah, that wouldn't be fair to the world, gating nature behind a grinning boy's lips..."
I concur that that would be a bit drastic.
"Well, I'm off to the shrine. See you later, spotty~" The raccoon-dog winks and salutes with his free paw, before starting up along the path.
I wave in return and stand up myself, bracing my heavy belly. I can hear the tanuki humming his way along between clacks of his walking stick on stones behind me as I turn towards where the steam from the nearby onsen rises above the canopy.
A far more formal arrangement of hot springs than I'm used to, as loyal readers will remember.
The path down the hillside meanders to the front of the onsen building and beyond. This wooded section of Little Hokkaido takes up almost precisely half of the whole predscape. As I make my way down from the foot of the mountain, the trees thicken, blocking more of the view of the top of the canopy. The ground leveling out compounds this effect.
All together it means that when you step forth from the tree line into the park on the riverside, you are blindsided with the sight of the city on the other side of the water. If it weren't for the well maintained parkland lining the river on either side, Little Hokkaido would be split exactly between city and forest.
Like the forest, the skyline is almost impressionistic. The city proper of Little Hokkaido resembles its namesake from the late 1980s or the early 1990s, but the colors are more vibrant, contrast and saturation popped up a bit more. Hokkaido as artist renderings remember it. As I make my way down to the riverside to get a ferry across the water to the metropolis, I once again think about how animated this place seems.
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On the other side of the river, I step out of the small ferry and walk up the dock to the boardwalk. I glance around at the various kiosks and realize that I've entered a themed stretch of little 'businesses'.
Each kiosk advertises services in a different form of transformation to explore. I pass by one that offers to change species, another to change size, body type, biological sex, even trying out being made of something other than flesh and blood. Inside a predscape such things are far easier to try and reverse later than outside, but I'd never seen such transformations offered as easily as face painting on a mundane boardwalk.
Towards the end of the section, a salesferret in a kiosk points at my pregnant belly. "I can reset you back to standard, remove the pregnant status effect." The sign on his booth reads 'reset services', presumably to get people back to the state they were in when they arrived.
I blush and find both my hands cradling my gravid midsection. I tell him that I am fine for now. After all, it won't persist after I leave Little Hokkaido.