Kink University

I felt the gentle rumble of a summer storm overhead as I gently rubbed my lotioned body in the dark of my bedroom. Sitting on my padded office chair, I had a hand on one of my breasts, and the other under my pink panties as I bit my lower lip and gently touched.

I didn’t notice that something wasn’t quite right … I could only focus on the drawn images on the computer screen. My pale body glowed from its light.

I didn’t really notice the room around me begin to fade as I lost myself in the booming sounds of the sky and the orange bursts of light outside, unaccompanied by rain or wind. I didn’t even notice the travel trailer literally vanishing around me as I lost myself in bliss.

As an orgasm coursed through me—my body shaking and my breath quickening as waves of pleasure rippled through my body—I was only barely aware that the screen that had been in my lap no longer shone light through my closed eyelids. I couldn’t feel the weight of it either … nor the internal heat being blown onto my bare leg by the fan.

I opened my eyes and immediately froze. I was no longer in my tiny bedroom. No … I was in a dim room about the size of a small auditorium, which seemed to be made of stone blocks. I was sitting on a cold, stone pillar. I still felt the moisture from my previous activity on my small belly. The only light came from a torch in a corner of the room. My little desk and even the pink and blue trans flag pinned behind it were gone entirely.

In a panic, I covered myself as best I could. Had I been kidnapped? I knew it wasn't a dream, and I had never really done drugs. But ... I still didn’t know what else this could possibly be.

I rapidly went over the details of my day up till now, in case they offered any clue.

Breakfast while catching up on some streaming.

Online tutoring work.

An evening in my eroge, with in-game enemies brainwashing my character into a sexual servant.

There was absolutely no clue as to why I now found myself transported to what appeared to be an ancient temple.

I looked down at my feet and noticed a circle-pattern carved into the stone ground beneath me. It was intricate, with what looked like a drawing of a galaxy complete with planets in orbit. It didn’t seem that any otherworldly wizard or scientist had summoned me on purpose. Probably a good thing, given my state of … dishevelment.

I stood to my feet; the cold floor brought me extra attention to the fact that I was barefoot. I took a cautious step beyond the central circle I had appeared on. Nothing happened … so I wasn’t magically trapped there by any mystical force.

I took more steps—toward the exit doorway where more light was shining through. I peeked out of the entryway to see an even more massive stone chamber. On the far side, I saw sunlight shining through a particularly large exit.

I wasn’t trapped!

In my relief, I almost didn’t notice the coatrack carrying robes in several different colors.

I paused for a moment and carefully picked out one in a pastel pink—a color I quite liked. I pulled the robe around me and tied it with the attached sash. It covered me entirely, down to my ankles. This wasn’t too much of a surprise, given my small stature.

Beneath the coatrack, I found several sizes of brown leather sandals. The entire setup struck me as if it was expected that people be transported here naked. Not me specifically, but just someone … of indeterminant foot and body size.

Once fully dressed, I decided to take a moment to study the larger chamber. By the light of the doorway, I could now make out designs etched into the walls and ceiling. The ceiling depicted clouds and lightning bolts running between them. Over the exit was etched a giant picture of a half-man, half-goat.

In one hand, he held a bullwhip—which seemed normal enough except for the anal beads in his opposite hand. He was naked, with his penis fully erect and depicted to be actively dripping.

Beneath him were tiny carvings of people engaged in infinite acts of debauchery—in countless lines of drawings that encircled the entire room. Who was this person, and what in the literal fuck was this place?

The thought occurred to me that if I read the walls, I might have found out. On the other hand … it was a lot of text. And I still wasn’t completely certain I should stay in this place any longer than I had to.

A silhouette passed the exit door, casting a shadow across the room.

I froze.

When they didn't enter, I scurried quietly toward the exit. Once there, I panted for a second and then peaked out the exit doorway.

Outside the stone temple was … truly outside. It was all grass, trees, hills, and a dirt road that led right to me. It seemed to be midday—surprising me since it had been about midnight only a few minutes earlier. Birds flew overhead and the breeze blew lightly through the leaves. There was none of the odd, orange summer storm that I had noticed before.

However, I was struck by confusion when I looked at the two figures standing outside. The first was a tall lady wearing skin-tight, black leather and high heels. Her skin was perhaps the darkest I had ever seen. She didn’t seem much older than me, but she had to at least have been seven feet tall. Her long black hair rose upward in weightless, tight curls that spread into elegant chaos.

How breathtaking she was would have been enough to leave me stunned, even before I noticed her ears. They were … pointed … like … an elf? That wasn't the only inhuman feature. Upon a closer look at her skin, it seemed that there were subtle crystal-like colorations in her skin that almost seemed to glow—like distant stars in the night sky.

The second figure was short—no more than three feet tall. However, by her shape and what I could see of her face, she was clearly a full-grown woman. Possibly even a little bit older than me. Her ears were also pointed, with several piercings throughout them. Oh yeah, and her skin was … green.

From what I could see of her face, her brow seemed to be furrowed and her lips drawn into a snarl. Whatever interaction happening between the two of them did not seem to be a friendly one … but neither was it exactly tense enough that I feared they might draw swords or something.

I squeezed my eyes just to be sure that I wasn’t dreaming. No … they were both still there, and I was awake as I’d ever been.

So ... either I was so high that I convinced myself that I had never been high ... or I was in another world.

I exhaled heavily, feeling the matter was too much for me to handle at that moment.

“Just do your work, and let me do mine in peace,” said the goblin, standing over a wagon full of the same sorts of colorful robes I had picked up from the rack.

“But you would look so cute in your proper place … licking my heels,” the elf replied and then licked her upper lip while leaning against her own wagon. One full of the same sandals.

The goblin let out a low growl.

“Oh, come now,” the elf said with a subdued cackle. “I can promise you more power at my feet than that tacky little school ever taught you.” She reached into her robe.

Wait ... was she reaching for some sort of weapon?

While I was not a particularly brave soul, my legs betrayed me—drawing the attention of the elf. This made the goblin turn to look as well.

With both their eyes upon me, my knees grew wobbly. My heart raced so loudly I could hear it. I broke out in a cold sweat and my armpits began to drip almost instantly.

“She's reaching for a ...” I said, my voice choking off so that I wasn’t even sure anyone could hear my words. I began to feel dizzy.

The elf extracted a leather crop from her robe and then tilted her chin against it. It was far more of a kinky prop than any sort of real weapon.

Embarrassment rose with a vengeance inside of me. My scalp itched profusely and my face burned with enough intensity that I felt dizzy.

The elf’s smile only grew. Suddenly, the way she was looking at me made me feel like prey. I would have been a dream come true under less humiliating circumstances. “What do we have here? One of those new creatures that have been popping in. Officially categorized as a species of round-eared elves. What do they call themselves again? Hymies? Not, that’s not it. Hue … hue … hue … humies! That’s it, they call themselves humans, or humies for short.”

“Humie isn’t shorter than human,” the goblin said with a sneer. “Both words have two syllables.”

The elf made a sweeping motion with her hand, as if to fan away the goblin’s words. “I’ve seen a few of you humies back at the city—the ones that didn’t get won over by the gobbie’s little school. I do wonder … how does a humie taste?”

Taste?

My feelings of overwhelm only became more dizzying. My embarrassment at having butted in, my anxiety at now being stared down by two people of species that I didn’t even know, the questions about where I was, my doubts as to my own sanity—all of it swirled around me, pulling me deeper.

I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words. Instead, I felt myself getting tunnel vision as the people around grew more and more distant.

“Sorry,” I squeaked, without even knowing what I was apologizing for. For the briefest instant, a familiar feeling came over me … and I was in one of the past lives I thought I’d long left behind. My ears began to ring.

Suddenly, I felt a firm grasp take hold of my elbow and bring me back. The pull was gentle, and I again found myself in the present. The goblin took my hand and placed it on the cart full of colorful robes. She then took the other handle. Before I knew what was happening, I realized that we had begun to pull the cart away.

Still I barely heard when the goblin said, “-on the cart, alright? It’s okay, human, just keep walking with me.”

“I see,” I heard the elf voice seductively as we continued away. “Mmm. Taking her from yourself … oh, the wells of power this will generate.”

“Ignore her,” the goblin said, as we continued to pull away, and gently pulled my forearm with her free hand.

I was beginning to settle down, but I also felt guilty for needing to be helped like that … and embarrassed that I had really shut down over nothing.

I sighed heavily, my thoughts racing in every direction. I didn’t know what to say from there, or what to do. Fortunately for me, the only way to pull the wagon was forward … into a world unknown … one step at a time.