Create an account for this portal or Login!
Site FAQ / Term of Service Vore Wiki Blog List Feedback Interactive Stories Links Members Map Vore Downloads Polls
Secrets of Faybrook Academy - Page 56 - Exploring a Strange Land - By knt27 - Overview
You shuffle your feet nervously as you gaze into the verdant gloom of the forest. You're not about to accept Sam's half-cooked theory about wormholes, but there is something otherworldly about the ancient and gnarled trunks of the trees around you. Feeling your pulse quicken with rising panic at the thought of being left alone in these strange woods, you jog after your best friend. Thrashing your way through the underbrush, you find yourself wondering if you'll still be able to find her. And then, all of a sudden, you nearly fall on top of her. Sam kneels amidst the ferns, examining something on the ground. As you try to still the hammering of your heart, you squat down beside her and peer over her shoulder. Your skin prickles with goosebumps as you behold the subject of her curiosity. You gaze down at the most enormous footprint you've ever seen in your life. At first glance, the shape of the print almost appears human, but by it's size, you'd guess that whatever made this was at least nine feet tall. Sam squeezes your shoulder briefly and then whispers, “We should follow this trail!”

You give your friend a flat stare, “Sam. No. We are definitely not going to track whatever made this.”

Sam pouts at you and bats her eyes, “Aww, come on! Where's your sense of adventure?”

“Getting lost in... in... wherever we are is bad enough! I'm not about to become a snack for a monster from another dimension!”

Sam grins at you, “So you accept my pocket dimension theory, huh? Not sounding so crazy anymore?”

You flush red in frustration, “Well, no. I don't know. Maybe.” You frown down at the print, poking it with a stick. “I mean, this is pretty crazy.” You glance back at her, “So, like I said... if this is some kind of alternate world, I'd rather not find out if whatever made this print is nice or not.”

Sam shrugs and stands, “Your loss.” A glimmer of mischief twinkles in her eye as she stares down at you, “It is kind of exciting though, isn't it?”

“What, exploring another world? I guess so, yeah.”

Her mouth quirks up into one of her impish half-grins, “Well that, yes. I was talking about the danger. The fear of being gobbled up by some beastie from another dimension! It's scary, sure... but it's also kind of, I don't know, HOT. Is it weird that I think that?”

Your heart skips a beat. It's almost like Samantha was just reading your thoughts. Could it be possible that she shares your own strange fantasies. You shake your head and stand. No, not possible at all. That would just be too good to be true. Better to keep your secret desires hidden from her.

“Yeah... um, it's a little weird. But... well, I don't mind or anything.”

She tosses her silky hair dismissively and begins walking away from the print, “Good grief! You're such a square! Would it kill you to indulge a pervy little fantasy every now and then? I mean, even some light bondage would be okay. Just... sheesh... live a little, why don't you!” You're grateful that she can't see your beet-red face as she walks in front of you, clearly exaggerating the hypnotizing sway of her hips for your benefit. Sometimes when she taunts you like this, you find yourself wondering why the two of you haven't just given in to the tension and fucked already. You've always suspected that it might be because she doesn't actually respect you, but somehow this just makes you want her even more.

Before long, the two of you come across a gurgling forest brook. Deciding that you don't have any better ideas about what direction to take, you set off along the stream. You walk in silence for another half-hour, stealing the occasional longing glance at Sam. Her milky-white skin now glistens with a sheen of sweat from the exertion of your hike, the shining contours of her cleavage more alluring than ever. Her full lips are slightly parted as she breathes, the swell of her chest rising and falling in pace with your steps. You fall back slightly as you feel an expected tightening in your pants, but Sam falls back with you, raising an eyebrow as she glances over at you. She flicks her gaze down for just a moment, but it's enough to tell you that she's noticed your arousal. Your heads swims with embarrassment, but you keep moving forward. Thankfully, an abrupt change in scenery distracts you from your shame. The stream that you're following begins to widen, and then spills into a swampy lake. You stand on the shore of the lake with Sam, gazing out upon murky water peppered with lily pads and reeds. A thick fog hangs over the gloomy scenery, shrouding everything with an air of mystery and dread.

And then, to your astonishment, a feminine voice croaks loudly from the reeds, “How much for the boy?”
Choose
Page generated in 6.9119930267334 miliseconds