Chapter 8: 8. Leaving the Dungeon

I prepare for the filling feeling of having something spawn inside me; however, the feeling doesn't come. Instead, I feel small pressures pushing on different spots inside me. There's also a tickling inside me as gentle sweeping motions fall on my most sensitive areas. "Hahaha,heeehehe!" I laugh and giggle as the high sensitivity increases with every touch and shift of the girl in my womb.

 

After she spawns, we return to the stone room. She slowly finds the exit to my vagina. The little hands grasp, and she pops out with a gasp. "I’m free!” She squeals as she flies out, shaking off my juices.

 

Eventually, a barbie sized doll flutters about with colorful stained glass wings. Her blue hair is in a bob cut. She flies about in excitement, giggling and pushing and looking.

 

“I’m alive!” “I did it!” “Look, slimes!” “It’s stone! It’s all stone!” “A chair!” “It’s a weird lady!” “I can go through her!”

 

As the girl flies around looking at everything in awe, I question the once crystal, “She seems pretty smart for just being born?”

 

“As I said, they are born with some intelligence. You shouldn’t think that everyone is the same as humans. Fae souls are nurtured in Elphame until they are ready to be born. As it doesn’t have anything to do with dungeons, I don’t know any more than this about their lives before being born.”

 

“Did I steal someone else's, kids?” I ask with worry.

 

“No, they aren’t earmarked or anything. There isn’t an issue.”

 

“Mom!” The tiny fairy yells in my face causing me to step back.

 

“She’s here!” the fairy exclaims in my ear.

 

She flies all over me and begins to cling and clamor over me. Climbing through my hair and pulling on my shirt. I look at their nude petite body and then ask. “Do adult spawns not come with clothes?”

 

“No, they do not come with clothes.”

 

“I see. I guess I’ll have to ask my sister for some clothes,” I say while thinking. “I feel bad since I didn’t think about it. But what am I supposed to do with them while I’m at home? I feel bad just leaving them here.”

 

The once crystal looks at the fairies and says, “I don’t think you have to worry about her. Young fae are basically uncontrollable.”

 

“That makes me worry more…” I say, sighing.

 

“Don’t worry, mom, I’ll be alright!” the fairy states while nodding assuredly.

 

“What about the slime?”

 

“They won’t leave the dungeon unless they overpopulate or you order them to.”

 

I rub my head and look about the room. I notice my pants and panties on the ground, still sopping. “Alright, for now, let's go wash off. Come on!” I shout to the young fairy like I did the younger girls in the club.

 

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“Let’s go. Yay! Come on, slimes!” I wasn’t planning on bringing the slimes but whatever. The fairy begins to push and herd the slimes towards the exit. We walk through the empty floor above the dungeon core and exit out into the world. I breathe in the fresh air happily.

 

“It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve been outside!”

 

“From your perspective, it has been years since you were outside, so that’s understandable.”

 

“It’s been that long?” I ask, frowning.

 

“It’s a stream. Tree! Water. Sun!”

 

The fairy begins to play happily while I jump into the small stream and start to wash off the slime of excessive sexual activities. I relax while listening to the gurgling stream. I wash my panties and pants, making sure that my escapades aren’t immediately apparent. After finishing, I stand up and stretch. “Alright, everyone, I’m going home. I’ll bring you some clothes and come up with a name tomorrow.”

 

“Yay, clothes!” The fairy exclaims while dancing around the air.

 

“Yeah, yeah,” I say while clapping. “Now, you all head back to the dungeon. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

 

“Ok!” the fairy yells. She then begins herding the slimes. Well, she is mostly just bouncing on them, but in the end, they make their way back underground.

 

I put on my soaking wet clothes, and thank god it’s summer… Or should I thank the gods since I now know there are multiple gods? Well, whatever. I climb through the forest and return home. It’s a bit distracting to have a nude beauty following me around, but no one should see her.

 

As I enter the house, my mom greets me from the kitchen. She is making dinner as usual. I walk into the kitchen, and my mom looks at me disapprovingly. “You’re soaked. Even if it’s summer, you can still catch a cold! Go take a shower before dinner,” she scolds.

 

“Alright, mom,” I say while scampering towards the bathroom. I take a warm shower and relax, laying my head against the wall. I hope I didn’t make a mistake. Now that I’m home, it’s hard for me to settle down. I did something ridiculous can I really manage? I stand there until the hot water is used up.

 

After drying off, I throw on a simple one-piece dress. It’s yellow with some embroidered flowers. It fits me well and goes down to my knees. I refrained from wearing underwear and feel a thrill go through my body. This is a new sensation reminding me of my unique predicament.

 

As I leave the bathroom, I hear my mom talking to someone, so I figure my sister and her were waiting for me. However, only my mother is there when I return to the kitchen. “Were you talking to someone?” I ask while tilting my head.

 

Mom looks up from cooking a steak and smiles. “Some work-related stuff came up. It's nothing to worry about,” she explains with a loving smile.

 

I look over at the old crystal to see she’s now wearing clothes. I’m shocked as she didn’t seem to mind before. It’s strange, but my thoughts quickly wander to the sexy Chinese dress she’s wearing, the tight-fitting blue with gold embroidery accents. The dress opens at the side with strings tieing it together, leaving the skin open. A strip of black panties is visible. A deep cut exposes most of her cleavage, and the thin fabric doesn’t hide her perpetual excitement. The dress then opens up on both sides, ultimately revealing her legs while a strip goes down the middle to just below her knees.

 

I gulp wide-eyed in many ways. This is hotter than her being nude. I began to drip, and I remember I didn’t wear any underwear. I squeeze my legs together to stop any from dripping on the floor, which only increases my pleasure. I desperately turn down my sensitivity so I don’t orgasm in front of my mom.

 

I sit down quickly, hoping mom didn’t notice, and soon a plate of steak, mashed potatoes, and salad is in front of me. My sister soon pops her head out from the garage and joins us. The meal is delicious as usual.

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