In a Coma State Dream Chapter 19

In a Coma State Dream
Chapter 19

After his shower, Tom tidied up the bathroom so it would be presentable for the guests in the morning. Tom padded back to his bedroom with a towel wrapped around him, carrying his clothes, eager to sleep a whole night on his own. The scent that greeted him as he opened the door told him he was not alone.

“You’ve drawn the short straw tonight, Chrys?”

"I wouldn't say that... You've been up and ready all night long. Yes, it was my turn, and we kittens agreed. Lucy is busy with Peter, and Clair is still trying to straighten her fur, so I will let you shower alone.”

“I’m shattered, Chrys; I may not be up to super sex toy expectations.”

Tom dumped his clothes on the floor and turned to Chrys on the bed.

“Oh, I don’t know, that is some canoe you’re hiding under that towel, but no disappearing at midnight to see anyone about a dog because I think she’ll be busy tonight as well.”

Chrys leaned forward and pulled Tom’s towel open, drawing him in closer to her as her lips teased over the end of his extended cock.

“I Promise. Nor will I turn into a pumpkin.”

Chrys’s eyes looked up at him, unsure of his meaning, but her lips were now around his member, sucking on it. Tom stroked her head and the fur around the base of her ear, causing her to purr while enjoying sucking deeply on his manhood. She pulled him into a fur cocoon, wrapping her rear legs around him.

Chrys’s purring buzzed through Tom, exciting him beyond measure, stroking and teasing Chrys’s fur. His long strokes from base to tip of her tail had her lapping and sucking harder while her paws caressed his body. She pulled off Tom and rolled him onto his back, stroking his body with her paws, licking him.

“Did the other kittens warn you of my preferences?” Chrys purred, winking.

Tom didn’t remember any warnings and wasn’t sure how bad it could be after the shock of being asked to spank Becky or tie her to a tree. He shook his head.

Chrys giggled, giving Tom a sly look.

“While at Uni, I fell in with a crowd of canines and learned a few techniques that felines don’t normally go in for.”

"Well, I know canines have a penchant for anal sex, being tied up, and maybe the odd spank or two."

“So maybe you do know. You'll know what to do if you strap me uptight in this. But keep me tied until morning.”

Chrys held up what seemed to be a tangle of leather straps and buckles, waiting for him to agree.

“Hey, ho. In for a penny, in for a pound.”

Tom finished drying himself as he watched Chrys unravel the mess of interlinked straps. Chrys’s excitement grew as she slipped her rear legs through hoops in the tangle, standing to pull it over her back and fasten it across her front.

Tom’s excitement also grew as he realized she was encasing herself in some form of bondage wear, the closest he had seen to lingerie in his time in this world. As she tightened various straps, they pulled across her breasts, exposing her pert nipples from beneath her fur. Her front legs slipped through two more loops.

"Tom, pull the loose straps tight."

Tom pulled the loose ends from the hoops, tightening her front limbs together and then the two on her rear legs. Both pairs of limbs were now bound together.

"Slip the loose ends from the front legs to my rear leg buckles and pull them together."

Chrys was already panting in excitement, her body pushing against her bonds to reinforce her bondage.

Tom did as asked, slipping the front leather straps through the buckles and pulling her four limbs together. Chrys gasped in pleasure. She nodded to her side.

"Tom, you can't tell anyone about this; use the collar. It's a shameful taboo but so exciting."

Looking beside her, Tom saw a wide leather collar with various `D' rings and a clipped leash. In his world, a pet's lead like this would be commonplace, but not in this world. He understood Chrys's warning. As he placed it around Chrys's neck, she exhaled and panted, barely able to contain her excitement.

Tom slipped the collar through its buckle and tightened it. To have Chrys’s body quiver and his scent picked up what he knew was her excitement, lubricating her between her tightly bound rear legs.

“Tighter Tom, pull all the buckles tighter.”

Tom went around each buckle, pulling them tighter, leaving the collar to last.

Chrys’s body quivered and twisted, testing her bonds. Her breathing became short as her excitement reached a peak.

“Ohhhh. Tom, this is perfect; now, the gag. Don’t hold back; pull on the lead as you fuck me, slap, and spank me. Treat me like the bad pussy I am.”

Tom picked up the last tangle of leather straps, letting it drop to hang untangled from his hand. In his hand, an enormous dildo with straps hanging.

“Oh... Please place that in my mouth, the straps over my ears, and my collar. Don’t forget, leave me until morning.”

Tom’s bedroom reeked of Chrys’s sex. As he inserted the dildo into her mouth, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and a surge of her scent filled the room. Tom soon worked out how the tangled mess worked, with straps on either side of each ear and then connecting to her collar. As he tightened each one, they pulled her head back, restricting her movement further.

Chrys fell sideways onto the bed, inside her bonds, writhing in pleasure, her tail high in the air, offering herself to him. Tom joined Chrys in heat, with his senses filled with her desires, knowing how to satisfy them both.

One of Tom’s hands gripped the base of Chrys’s tail, causing her body to tense in response, and his other pulled at her lead. Her head pulled back, forcing her to arch her back, fighting her restrictive bonds, as she hummed and purred in pleasure. He gripped and dug his fingers into the base of her tail, encouraging more moans of excitement.

He knew which winking muscle Chrys wanted him to enter. With her tail held up, he engaged the tip of his shaft into her as she calmed, waiting for his entry. He yanked on her tail and led, pulling her onto him as he drove into her tightness.

“Mm mph.”

Chrys’s body tensed once more as he drove deep inside her, feeling the wetness of her fur against his body and another emission of sex scent poured from her. Keeping his pull on her lead and collar, he released her tail and spanked her rump. He could time each slap with each drive of his cock deep into her for her to respond with another gagged moan.

It surprised Tom at how much the vision of Chrys bound and writhing beneath him turned him on. Her sweat dampened her fur, and juices ran down her rear legs. He lost himself to his desires as he thrust deeply into her while pulling on her leash and tail.

Tom gave up on Chrys, knowing she was happily having multiple orgasms, but focused on his enjoyment as he experienced that feeling deep inside, knowing it wouldn’t be long. He bent over her arched back, still pulling on her lead, but his other hand gripped her breast, squeezing and tweaking her nipple hard.

Still, Chrys gave muffled moans at each of his thrusts into her, "Mmph... Mmph... Mmph..."

Even strapped up and restricted, she tried to push her rear back onto Tom... He nibbled the fur around her neck, knowing he was close to her prime erogenous zone.

Her moans went up an octave, “Mmph... Mmph... Mmph...”

He gathered the required fold of skin in his mouth, and as his orgasm erupted into her, he bit as hard as he dared.

“Mmmmmmkkkkkkk.”

Inside her bonds, Chrys vibrated, bucked, and twisted as her most enormous and final orgasm peaked. She felt his warmth burst inside her as he drove his shaft as deep as he could, holding it there, pulling on her collar, and holding his bite.

At last, her quivering body relaxed. Emptied, Tom pulled out of her and led alongside her, stroking and kissing her. They both relaxed into sleep, with Tom remembering Chrys’s request to remain tied up for as long as possible.

In the early hours, Tom woke to feel Chrys cold and damp. He pulled the duvet over them both and paused at her gag, wondering whether to untie her now rather than risk anyone calling to find her trussed up like a Christmas turkey. Chrys must have been awake. Sensing his thoughts, her head shook negatively, and she nuzzled into the pillow as far as her bonds allowed.

The next time Tom woke, the sun tried to break through the curtains. Tom heard the odd bump of Kitty and Sarah next door, so they started relaxing the straps and buckles that held Chrys. As he pulled the dildo out of her mouth, she purred and tested her jaw, opening and stretching her neck muscles.

"Tom. That would have been perfect if you had left me here all day. Thanks."

Tom had to pull the duvet off her to unbuckle her legs and arms. She stretched and untied her chest buckles. She blushed in shame when she removed the collar and hid it beneath the pillow. She had to sit up to remove the bondage bodysuit, wrapping it up into a ball to hide it underneath the bed.

Tom slid back under the duvet with her, and they wrapped themselves in each other’s limbs, kissing.

“Thanks, that was worth the wait. Don’t worry, you lived up to your super-sex toy nickname.”

He knew they had little time but enjoyed the last few minutes snuggled up together in the warm duvet. Chrys, like Lucy, was a typical student, barely able to register Kitty and Sarah tiptoeing downstairs that early in her tired state.

When Tom rose to dress and leave, Chrys didn't notice him either, remaining in her exhausted slumbers. Despite having a late night, enjoying Chrys's delights, Tom had slept so well that he felt refreshed and ready for another busy day.

Brenda's bacon rolls were a welcome breakfast as they all chatted, preparing for the day ahead. Both Sarah and Kitty warned Tom, precisely like Lucy, that he was now the most eligible bachelor in the village, and a few of the local bitches already had their claws out for him. As they set the tables for breakfast, they all noticed the irony of having furniture outside. Now they had rain and a storm due.

Looking out the windows, they saw Captain Brown and a few fisherdogs preparing for sea. The top dog entered the pub wearing a heavy, long, black, waterproof coat to speak with Kitty Alone. He turned and headed past Tom to leave, once more congratulating Tom for bringing Becky and Thomas together.

“You can’t be going out in this weather?”

“This is just the calm before the storm. I have several hours to work for Balthazar before the main storm front hits.”

Tom’s blood ran cold. He couldn’t speak openly in front of guests or Kitty, so he ushered the Captain outside into the rain.

“You know you can’t trust Balthazar, Captain. And he’s sending you out in a storm?”

“Tom, I’ve said my piece on this. You’re being paranoid again. Balthazar wouldn’t be that extreme, you forget. Our world is different, Tom.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Tom mimicked the captain’s own words, “For the good of the village. But the village and Becky can’t lose you now.”

“I won’t be lost to the sea. I’ve been caught in worse storms than this. Calm yourself.”

With that, the Captain pulled down his large yellow sou'wester hat and walked off, not impressed with Tom's arrogance.

Tom returned inside and got busy with guests' breakfasts. Some guests anticipated calling their walks off, while others were keen to get moving before the weather further deteriorated. Kitty warned that a few new guests, due that day, had canceled.

Sarah and Tom changed their beds and cleaned their rooms when the guests left. The work seemed endless, but the morning passed quickly. When they finally stopped for coffee, Lucy turned up, beckoning Tom to join her in the now-empty lounge.

"Peter's doing more research into the genetic material from Tor Rock. There are further little tweaks that the nanobots do, but they all point to the same end: loss of free will."

“This is a genuine concern, and we all need to be vigilant, especially as Balthazar knows you’re involved, but not Peter. Last night, he didn’t look overly happy at Thomas choosing Becky as his mate, so I feared for them.”

Lucy nodded, now more understanding of Tom’s paranoid streak than before.

“There’s more... I’ve been able to look at your blood, and while it is extremely similar to ours, there are a few differences in the DNA and proteins, which may explain my discovery.”

Tom leaned in, hoping to hear something positive. Lucy double-checked around, cautious not to be overheard.

“I don’t know whether it’s your DNA or the fact that the first feline you met was on heat...”

“But?”

“Well... you didn’t just meet, you swapped DNA...”

“Yeah. But there’s a BUT in there?”

“You have some super-nanobots in your blood with mum’s DNA signature. You also have mixtures of all the others you’ve met along the way, like a history of conquests, if you like.”

Tom blushed but still wasn’t sure if this was good or bad news. “But?”

“Well, under normal circumstances, canine and feline nanobots remain dormant when they meet resident human nanobots and gradually die off and exit the body. But yours are all active.”

“So what about these super-nanobots?”

“We don’t know for certain, but it is like nothing we’ve ever seen, not that we’re experts, and we don’t have access to any of the IGC databases or research websites to find out.”

“But what do you think?”

“Peter and I are only guessing based on our scans. But we think the super-nanobots control the others based on how your `superpowers’ turn on and off; the super-nanobots tell the others when and what to kick in and turn off. We don’t know for certain; it's just supposition. We'll need more scans and research, but it is groundbreaking."

“So I am a super sex toy then?”

“It seems so.”

Lucy giggled and rolled her eyes.

They finished their coffees, doing what the English do best: looking out the windows and discussing the weather. Tom told Lucy about his concerns about Captain Brown being sent out on an errand by Balthazar. As the next rain storm came in, a human walker went through the garden gate and burst through the door for shelter.

She was slim and tall, unzipping her coat to reveal the latest tight-fitting walking fleece that stressed a nice pair of medium breasts. She wore baggy waterproof trousers that hid her full shape down to her walking boots.

“Hi, I’m Roxanne. I booked in for this evening, but the weather is too much, so I took a shortcut, thinking I could take shelter for the day.”

She dropped her rucksack off her shoulder. Tom smiled and walked over to help her with her rucksack, lifting it from the floor.

“Hi, I’m Tom. It’s no problem. It’s far warmer and dryer in here. I’m sure your room is ready. I’ll check with Kitty. In the meantime, would you like a cup of tea or coffee to help warm you up?”

Roxanne took her coat off and shook her head, flicking her now-free, long blond hair around. She smiled a broad red lipstick smile, removed her coat, shook the worst of the weather off, and hung it on a hook.

“Oh, I’d love a coffee, thanks.”

Tom offered her to sit at the table he and Lucy had just vacated. He glanced at Lucy, who was putting her coat back on, grinning knowingly back at him with a look that hinted that there was another possible notch on his bedpost. Tom feigned a shocked look and went into the kitchen to find Kitty.

“Kitty, Roxanne has arrived. She has booked to stay the night, but with this weather, she has arrived early to stay dry.”

Kitty nodded and went out to the bar area. Tom sorted out a cup of coffee from the machine and set a tray out. He returned to the lounge to find Kitty with Roxanne, who had a room key in her hand, and she passed it to Tom.

“Room ten, Tom, could you take her rucksack up for her?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Tom placed the tray of coffee on the table for her, picked up her rucksack, and took her room key. “Roxanne.”

“Oh, just Roxy, if we’re to spend the day together, please.”

She beamed another wide smile at Tom as he lifted her light rucksack and headed for the stairs. She was far more attractive than any other human he had seen over the time he had been there, even more than the human family’s daughter.

Once he had placed her rucksack in her room, he was keen to return to her and hopefully make conversation. Returning to the lounge, he found her positioned with her chair to catch half him returning and half watching the view outside the windows. He placed her room key on the table.

"Thanks, Tom, you busy?"

“Oh yes, we’ve had a few cancellations, but we’re still busy over the next few days. I don’t know much beyond then.”

“Aha, that’s not what I meant by busy. Did I mean busy now? I’m a PE teacher, and talking with adults on holiday is nice. If you have the time?"

The pub was empty, and he knew they had about an hour before the lunchtime rush.

“Well, if you don’t mind... We’re not expecting our lunch bookings for a while, but I don’t know if I constitute an adult.”

Roxy giggled and pulled the spare chair back, inviting him to sit. Initially, there was a pregnant pause as they both sat watching the rain lashing outside.

“You like to walk on your holidays, regardless of the weather?”

Tom nodded to the rain outside the windows, stating the obvious.

"Yes... Sitting on a poolside or a beach seems such a waste. I was looking forward to this, to escape screaming, excitable students. Do you like to walk?"

“Yeah. When I dropped out of Uni, I walked along the coastline. Initially, I was going to walk the Bristol Channel, but I just kept going.”

Tom didn’t want to explain about his ex-girlfriend or his home world experiences too much.

“Oh wow, the benefit of no job. So why here?”

She gestured around the pub.

“Ah... long story.”

And one he didn’t know how to explain. Thankfully, he took his advice and kept his story simple.

“Well, my tent got damaged in a storm overnight when I camped on the clifftop between here and The Lizard. When I arrived here, I chatted with Kitty. She needed help, so I stayed. I’ve grown to love the village. The fisherdogs are a little quirky, but they're okay once you get to know them.”

“Tent, you were camping?”

"Ex-student, no money. I would camp off the beaten track and sneak into campsites to shower. They never noticed with all the other campers coming and going.”

“Is that the reason for the beard and hair?”

Roxy giggled, ruffling his hair and scratching his beard.

“Ah, well... Being a typical bloke and a lack of mirrors, I let it grow its way. Funnily enough, I was thinking only last night it needs trimming... I’ve tried, but possibly only made it worse.”

Roxy giggled.

"If you want, I could trim it. I often have to trim students' hair, although they are much younger."

Roxy saw Tom’s eyes brighten, then looked at the bar, seeing if Kitty had heard.

“That doesn’t come under some kind of guest fraternization rule, does it?”

“I don’t know... Although I wouldn't want to lose the beard, the felines and canines here are a little flighty with naked humans."

Roxy blushed as Tom corrected.

"Ahem, you know, clean-shaven. Not fully naked, well, they don't like that either, but... Oh, you know what I mean?”

“Well, I’m not used to trimming beards, but I can manage.”

Before he could stop her, Roxy finished her coffee and headed for the kitchen, carrying the tray, leaving Tom gob-smacked. After some howling laughter in the kitchen, Roxy returned with a pair of scissors and a beaming smile.

“I can see why you stay here, Tom. They’re lovely. Kitty said to use the public bathroom upstairs, but you’ll have to clean it afterward.”

Tom laughed. At long last, he seemed to have found a human woman that tickled his fancy, and his stirring cock knew it. He got up and led her upstairs. First, he showed her the shared bathroom, and then she went to her room to change her waterproofs.

Tom went to the second floor to call into his room to collect the spare chair. He double-checked that Chrys had gone with her toys and clothing. He was a little sad she hadn’t bid him farewell, but that seemed to be their way here.



To be continued