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.Vixens and Vore	By : keithcompany Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He ushered her out once more while he took his shower. When he brought her back in, he lifted her to the sink for a bath. At 18 inches tall, it wasn't quite roomy enough for her to soak but she seemed pleased with it anyway. He managed to find one towel that was nearly the right size, then shut the door to a crack and got dressed.

He was just finishing tying his shoes when she stepped into the room. He gave a wolf whistle at the sight. "You're looking pretty radiant," he said. "Want some breakfast?"

"Bakefirst?" she asked.

"Bread," he said. She clapped her hands. He stood and reached down to scoop her up. She kicked and slapped at his hands as he lifted her. "What? What is it?"

"Ooocha for pesstada!" she shouted. She picked a sandal off her foot and pointed it at him. A string of words followed, punctuated by hitting his wrist.

"Ah." He stared at her as she ran down to a stop. "You're a grown woman, fully capable of walking wherever we're going, not wanting to be carried around like a baby." He placed her on the carpet and sketched a salute. "Yes, milady. Of course," he added as he turned towards the hallway, "you don't remember that we came up a flight of stairs after you passed out."

He took the steps quickly, pausing briefly at the bottom. "Come on. Bread," he said to the tiny woman. She stared down in surprise. He smiled and walked down the hall to the kitchen.

After a moment, he heard her plaintively call out. "Huuuuuurl?"

"Earl to the rescue," he said softly and spun around. Just as he got to the bottom of the stairs, though, she yelled. It reminded him of the yells at the martial arts studio. He stopped moving as she leapt into the air.

The little body flipped to a handstand on the first step down. There was a flash of legs and she was standing on the second, then more flips until she was on the floor. He stared as she ran past him with enough speed to run straight up the door of the closet. Two feet up, she kicked off and threw herself against his leg. She clamped onto his thigh with hands and legs and held tight.

Her smile was proud, almost predatory. When he could breathe again, he nodded. "You got me," he admitted. "You got me good."

Earl walked to the kitchen with Sanyeel on his leg like a holstered pistol. "Do tiny acrobats like microwaved sausages?" he asked her.

"Bread," she demanded.

"Yes, ma'am," he promised.

Sanyeel was quite enthusiastic about the sausage biscuit. Earl got the impression she didn't get meat too often where she came from.

He waited until she'd eaten her fill from the patty and ate the rest. She lay back on the table, rubbing her belly and purring as he tossed the plate in the dishwater.

"Now what?" he muttered as he looked down on her. She smiled back up at him. "You wanna watch some TV or do you think it'd seem like ghosts trapped in glass to you?"

"Daffa pustab ghetts, Hurl," she replied.

"That's what I thought," he nodded. He turned to go the living room. "I'd help you down to the floor, but you'd probably rather I left you alone for stuff like that."

He sifted through the disks next to the stereo. She wandered into the room as he was running a finger down the stacks in the back.

"We don't have anything Indian," he apologized. "The closest I can find is a copy of Ahab the Arab, and I'm not sure that's even close?"

She shrugged and hauled herself up the shelves. A picture of a girl's face on the front of a jewel case caught her eye. She tapped it and looked a question up at her host.

"Sure, whatever." He removed the disk and put it into the player. He set the volume very low before starting the music, then turned it up slowly.

The sounds coming from the speakers still surprised Sanyeel. She jumped to place her back to the wall, trying to see where the band was.

Earl opened the CD drawer and the music stopped. She quickly came to understand that the disk was connected to the music, if not quite that it was a recording.

He put a couple of different ones in to show her the difference in music available. One of Nigel's was heavy on harp music which seemed to please Sanyeel so he left it running.

She started to pull disk cases back and forth to see what the covers showed. "Album covers don't always match the..." She glanced up at him and smiled, then went back to her survey. "Ah, whatever."

He sat on the sofa, content to just watch her move around on the shelf. Her form moved a bit to the music as she shuffled and sorted. The dress moved around and across her limbs and showed off her taut muscles.

He found her amazingly attractive for a doll. If there was a chance at a second wish, he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to wish her home, or if he'd just wish she was big enough to... To dance with, more or less.

Earl's eyes started to close. He started imagining introducing Sanyeel to his family. Dad would welcome her into the family by trying to borrow money. Mom would want to feed the skinny little thing. Sis would try to-

"HURL!? Djinni caus FAD, Hurl!"

Shock was apparent in the little voice. Earl shot to his feet to see what was threatening his guest.

Sanyeel stood on the shelf beside the stereo. Holding the picture from Nigel's game. The one of the actress that looked exactly like Sanyeel. Doing something at a stove that Sanyeel had probably never done.

She stared up at him with confusion and terror.

"Gosh, Sanyeel... I really wish I could say, 'I can explain.' But..."
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