She had been drifting in the darkness for a time—perhaps somewhere old and long forgotten. All she knew was that she was floating. Her mind had lingered for some time, memories of people she knew, used to know, still knew but were different. They all came to visit, one after the other. Her sisters were there—Aurelisse and Nessa—they weren't too happy about what she had been doing recently. They had given a serious scolding in her dreams.
All she wanted to do was sleep, really. They could be so annoying sometimes.
"Hey!" A woman clicked her gigantic-sized fingers in her face. It was a nightmarish feeling—the same feeling she got when she was younger, where something minute and small like a letter would expand and horrifically inflate. It was—
"Hey, Rennie of Lazystadt."
Rennie of Lazystadt? That was certainly not her name. What was her name again? It was—
"HOI! Brunette with the most temperamental judgment, and big thighs, wake up, you filthy little slut!"
The goddess snapped her fingers concurrently and sighed. "What kind of magic is this? I don't recall Fae being this much of a nuisance. Perhaps that is just what I need."
She twirled her hands and passed a bit of glitter. This would not do. [Fairy Glitter]—dangerous stuff in the wrong hands. The glitter compounded in Rennia's face. It was so heavy, like old dust, and then—pathfinder girl sneezed.
"Achoo!" Her eyes fluttered open. The drifter girl was in the sky above. Her heart started beating fast. Badump! Badump! Badump! Badump!
She was standing on empty space! Outrageous!
"You dirty whore! Wake the fuck up—you're about to be fucked sideways."
Rennia was taken aback, overloaded and pressed all at once. She was in a massive enclosed space—the goddess, gigantic as she was, and good dreams it was disorienting. "What?"
"I said snap out of it! You're in enemy territory. You can't afford to sleep. The Queen—she's making her move!"
She licked her lips. They sure were dry, and why did they taste like gravel again? Her eyes burned like they'd been locked in with the sun. "Oh no! Oh no!"
Her head stirred. The goddess sat back, unamused and unapologetically naked, flicking her fingers. Rennia's eyes fluttered open.
"Bleh!" The taste of sand filled her tongue. She immediately looked up at the darkness above—a cut-off passage to the upper ground—and then looked around her. She rubbed at her head. Gods, it was pounding like hell.
The spirit had done a bitch move and pushed her down. It really hurt like hell. She got up and immediately tried to find her sword. She blinked, attention span waning and her mind still wobbling. She double-checked, blinked thrice more, took a deep breath, and started panicking.
There was no sword, no armored gear, and no backpack. She had nothing. She had nothing—trapped in a cave—and to top it off, she was naked. She looked down. Barefoot, and her cock extruding like a cannon, yet she remained flaccid. She took a sniff of the air. It was awfully sweet, like someone had burned some old flour and sugar. Nothing around her indicated danger.
She stretched her legs. She was sore as fuck. She was indeed in need of a stretcher girl if she was going to get through this day. Speaking of—how the fuck was she going to get out of this one?
She rubbed at her neck, feeling the residue of dirt. She stepped forward, her soles touching little particles of rocks spread out on the ground. The only hollow pathway lay east of her, so that was where she had to go. Getting over the disadvantage wasn't going to be fun. She knew two spells, so maybe she should try to find an old stick for good measure.
As Rennia stepped through the sparse tunnel, she came to a clearing and then dropped on the ground in defeat, sitting butt-naked. She quickly sprang up as she felt something crawling on her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—get off!" she shouted at the little creature she sent flying with a swat.
It had been a scorpion. The last thing she needed was to be poisoned to hell. It skittered away, and so did she.
Then above her, came a voice. She heard an ethereal and chirpy voice echo through the wall. "Wakey wakey, blessed one. It's time to have some fun."
A greenish specter materialized right above her. The figure stepped forward, a lot more complete than she had been earlier. The clear appearance of wings on her back was a stark difference. She just waltzed herself into existence. It was absurd in the most positive way—and frightening if you were to point out the spook factor. Rennia felt like she was under a spell.
"You! You runt! Give me back my gear, give me back Maeve, or there will be consequences!"
The entity wagged her finger left and right. "Aha, ah, ah! You lost the first game. That means I get to choose—the guest's honor, so to speak." She bowed politely, and her little wings came to life as they took her into the air. "The name is Gossamer, and you are?"
The creature looked at her, and she answered with silence. Slowly, its frown turned into a scowl, and Rennia could feel a god-awful presence radiating from her.
She hid her sigh. The creature already knew it. "It's Rennia Perillion! Now be fair."
"No! I don't think so. You're impatient, Rennia—impatient. But at any rate, welcome to my new home." Her tone had narrowed in politeness, and that smirk she had—that smirk Rennia wanted to wipe off her face.
"Look, tell me where Maeve is, and maybe I'll leave in peace—concede defeat."
"Now where would the fun in that be? Say you leave, then more adventurers will come before I even get to finish my job. That would be bad. So give me the playtime I want!"
Rennia clenched her fist. Spirits were trouble to deal with, especially living ones. She'd play, but only because she was boxed into a fence she had no power over.
"Fine... Gossamer, I'll play along for a moment. Just so you know, if I beat you in this game, I'm going to spank you into physical form, and then I'm going to whip you."
Gossamer giggled. She pointed at the ceiling. "Aha! And if I win, I get to trap you in the cavern. Good luck getting out without my help." Her gaze went all over Rennia's naked body, eyes lingering just long enough to admire the curves in the jut of her cock.
Rennia hid the disgust on her face. "First things first." She snapped her fingers, and suddenly—like she had been in someone else's mind—she was shown where Maeve was sleeping. There was a very large tree behind her, and the sound of a river flowing. Rennia stammered back, overloaded.
"See? She's fine. You wouldn't believe the bullshit she dreams of—the skeletons she has in her closet." Gossamer shivered, her toes curling as she said, tongue hanging open, "I wouldn't dream of telling someone if that was me."
Good. She was fine. For now. That meant it was up to Rennia to deal with this shitshow, and she oddly expected that either A) she was going to fuck something, or B) she was going to get fucked. Judging by Gossamer's lewd expression, yeah—she was fucked. Literally.
"Just get it over with. I don't like walking around naked." She hadn't noticed it consciously, but she had instinctively covered all her privates. The cock was the hardest thing to hide, as it was half-hard at the moment. She hoped it never pushed beyond the eighth inch.
"You mean you aren't an exhibitionist? How sad. I expected more from someone with two classes—truly disappointing. Imagine a new skill where you'd get stronger the more people stared at your naked body. I could teach you such thing."
Rennia blushed at the thought. The tavern was the perfect scenario—imagine being in front of all those people with her cock on full display. It was certainly naughty. "No, thank you. The game—focus on the game."
Gossamer jerked and nodded. "Right, right! Silly me, always offering devil bargains. Ahem." She pointed down a large cavernous way. "You have three goals: find the weapons room, find my treasury and then keeping running, then—"
Gossamaer froze for a moment.
Rennia looked dumbfounded. "And the fourth?"
"Oh, right! I'm sorry—I have such short-term memory." The ground started shaking. She heard rustling, like trees being twisted and shaped. She saw one crawl its way out of the ground, and much like the vines she'd seen earlier, it had a big mouth with sharp teeth, devoid of eyes and nose—green, soluble, and weird spindly excuses for legs. The thing gnashed its teeth, green saliva-like ooze jerking out of its mouth.
"And... start! Word of warning—they get very hungry. And horny too." Gossamer started drooling. "And if I were one of my pets, those Titties would look extra tasty by now."
Rennia's blood boiled. "They—what?!"
"Oh shut up dearie, tick tock, focus on the clock."
You should hurry up—I have a meeting with the Court tonight. I would hate to share, our personal details, because you made sure I was late."
Court? Court?!
Rennia started sprinting—arms forward, full-foot stepping, running down the corridor as more things started turning up.
"Fae! She was Fae!" It clicked to her. A trickster, a scammer—does what she wants, summons creatures, puts people to sleep. This wasn't some river spirit. No, no, no—this was something far more dangerous. "Stupid fucking town!"
She ran because if she didn't, she was fucked. Literally. Figuratively. Permanently.