by Amy Mah
If the sandbaths she were talking about were anything like the one her sisters put her in to get rid of the dimension-travelling goo, then she did not know how one charged a cleaning Sylph, but she reckoned it, like a phone, would need a plug and a trickle charge for a few hours.
“Oh, yes, yes! Please, would you help? No more sandbaths! I am still stinging from the course sand one I had before leaving home.”
The Sylph was apparently a tube 12 inches tall and 6 inches in diameter, and she had to lick her fingers before sticking her hand in one end of it and wait with the other end sitting on the table.
Alyce was starting to worry that she would have to stay in this position for life when the sides of the plastic tube clicked apart, first lying flat on the table then pushing down like a drunken spider trying to stand, which forced the center part up off the table to form a little platform for what looked like… well, nothing: just an empty platform. Then Pink spoke, breaking the silence.
“Oh, he is so cute!!! What are you going to call him?”
Alyce stared hard into the empty space on the small platform and was now sure she could see movement, like the heat haze that rose from roads on a hot sunny day. Instead of just rising up into the air, the haze had a spin to it, and it suddenly became very clear as Pink sprinkled some colored sand on him. Now she saw it, and it was a baby tornado about 6 inches tall and between 1 and 3 inches in diameter.
“I think perhaps ‘Dyson,’ as that sounds better than Mr. Vac, but what does it do?”
“He has to be trained, and it is easy; all he has to do is watch another in action, and I have Puff with me. Watching Puff do his work will program him for you, so let’s go.”
Pink walked back to the table with her hand held out, and on her palm was another mini tornado, which looked like it was excited as it spun one way and then the other.
“Now, Puff, I want you to show your new playmate what to do, so a good all over clean. There’s a good boy.”
Leaving Puff on her palm, Pink used the other hand to pull her top off over her head and then swapped him over so she could let her pink top drop to the floor, then with a wriggling movement and help from her tail, the pink shorts joined the top. She kicked them both to one side, shut her eyes, and said,
“Do your stuff, Puff!”
Alyce expected Pink to lay down, but Puff did not need a flat surface. He started travelling about her body like a demented baby tornado in search of miniature farmhouses to send off to Oz.
Pink opened her eyes after he finished her face and was hovering around her right ear, so she said in a voice louder than necessary:
“Your turn, Roomie; try it lying down first, as he will still be learning and may fall off.”
Alyce noticed that Pink had a knack of opening a space in a conversation or even a situation and then leaving other people to fill it in.
Her roommate was now standing with her legs apart and her tail raised, completely unconcerned with her nudity. Without staring too much, Alyce could see Pink looked almost human standing there if she ignored the horns and tail. Her skin was perfect: not a blemish or a mark. Her breasts were small and firm, and she had a flat tummy and strangely was missing a tummy button. That was not the only thing missing, which could mean the body she now inhabited was not quite as female as she had first thought it to be.
With reluctance, Alyce joined her by stripping off her clothes, and for the first time she noticed that she did not have a tummy button, either. Unlike Pink, she folded her clothes and placed them into the hole in the wall that did not have a pink blanket in it, and she felt more naked than she had ever done as a human as she walked back, feeling her tail swing from side to side behind her.
As soon as she reached the table she lay face down on the floor and felt a cool sensation on her back as Dyson dropped down on her. Unthinkingly she crossed her legs only to be shouted at by Pink, who now had Puff in her other ear.
“DUSTCRABS! Never, never stop him going anywhere on the body, as Sylphs not only eat dead skin but all parasites, like dustcrabs. You can’t have forgotten that dustcrabs like living in moist places like under the tail! They will crawl into any body cavity to breed and lay eggs. One of my sisters had one up her nose once, and we had to go in with a long pair of sharp tweezers. She was always getting a nosebleed afterwards.”
The nose was not the first location Alyce decided she would never want to feel a pair of sharp tweezers go, and almost without thinking she uncrossed her legs and let her tail shoot up.
“Remember, it is best to stay clear of any female scratching her bottom, and you never know how clean the previous residents to this room were. Back home I only let Puff out once a day, but now that we have the two we can let them have the freedom of the whole room to play in while we are out so it will be bug free for us.”
When Dyson stopped, Pink said it was time to turn onto her side, which she did and received his attentions again. When finished, he hopped back on the table and sat spinning happily on his little platform, and Alyce was almost asleep from his efforts until Pink spoke.
“I’m hungry!”
Pink’s statement soon woke her. Pink somehow had a way about her that reminded Alyce of the way a cat would look at you with the feed-me look, and if you tried to ignore the look, it would burn into you until you fed it.
“I still have some of my packed lunch left; would you like some? I’m just sorry I don’t have anything to drink.”
Alyce was also hungry, as she had only picked at what she had been given. She did not recognize a single thing that had been packed, plus what she had tried she now suspected was some colored packing paper and a small pack of tissues, not that the tissues were that bad as they had a hint of lemon to them. She now noticed Pink giving her a funny look, and then she burst out laughing.
“You are soooooo funny! You are nothing like a standard hot-headed Heat. You don’t have anything to drink!! At our age! I hope not! Hehehehehe!”
Alyce thought perhaps Pink was a little odd, as she had not said anything about alcoholic drinks: just a drink. She could see that Pink knew what the food was by the way she oohed and ahhed as it was unpacked and laid out on the table. Pink did all the sorting out of what went with what, even to the point of pouring one thing on top of another, which made it sizzle and smoke, and she made such a pretty display of it that Alyce wished she had her cell phone to photograph it, to help with her so-called lost memory. Pink carefully named what they were eating, but having a name for a lump of something yellow did not help at all. Alyce found it better just to watch what Pink ate and how she ate it.
Alyce guessed her teeth must be the same, but it was still a shock to see Pink eat as her lovely set of even white teeth that she showed when she smiled were in fact interlocking and very sharp looking fangs, her whole mouth being a picture of a potential disaster area to anyone who liked to French kiss with tongues.
Chewing did not seem to be an action Pink used when eating her food, as all she did was open her mouth and shut it again on any item of food, and anything that did not fit in was cut in half in a guillotine movement, making the next bite into a suitable size that was ready to be eaten after she swallowed the first part. After some testing out, Alyce discovered that apart from moving things about with her tongue, Pink’s bite and gulp swallow form of eating was the only way her mouth worked, too.
No matter how strange an item looked when she got it in her mouth, her taste buds said it was nice, and she almost matched Pink bite by bite until they finished. Pink gave a shriek and held something up with glee. She had a little box with a ribbon around it.
“Oh, like, your sisters must so like you! Look, it says this is for when you meet your new roommate, and they have even written the saying to go with it, see: One to eat and one to share will give you sharp fangs at both your front and your rear.”
All Alyce could think was that she had enough bottom problems owning a tail without starting to grow any teeth in that location.
“It’s a pair of trig-dates; dates are mega good for the teeth: lots of calcium so they protect against tooth worms. Look, it’s an old saying that if you share with a friend, it will mean they will also have good teeth and will protect your back when you face a foe. Now, come on. Let’s share while they are still fresh. Look, I will show you.”
Dates, well, fresh dates sounded okay to Alyce, so she let the girl put a cord around both their tails and tie it in a bow to give the meaning of knotting tails together as friends and get the so-called bonding event correct, then Pink told her to lean back and open wide, which Alyce did with reluctance.
With the word “swallow” she felt something hit the back of her throat. She swallowed then tried to cough it back up. It was the only date she had eaten that wriggled and tried to crawl back up, making it very clear it did not want to be swallowed. She was almost able to cough it out when she felt her mouth being held closed by strong fingers and her throat being rubbed.
“Swallow hard, you silly; yes, that’s it, and again. You have to swallow fast, or it will claw its way back up and give you a sore throat, but the warming tickle as it is crushed when it goes down is so worth the effort.”
Alyce wondered if she could get rid of the said warming ticking effect by sticking two fingers in her mouth and being sick, as now with eyes open very wide she saw the other date being lifted out of the box by its tail and quickly vanish into Pink’s mouth, where she was sure she heard a squeak followed by a loud gulp of a swallow and saw a very happy-looking Pink.
“Ooooooh, wasn’t that the yummiest? When I grow up, I plan to only ever eat my food live.”
Alyce was more worried about what else she may next have to eat in the name of friendship. With a flick that freed their bound tails, Pink gave a sigh of contentment, sank back onto her fluffy pink blanket, and was instantly fast asleep.
She watched Pink sleep. She was flat out on her tummy, arms splayed and head hanging over the edge and breathing through her mouth. Her tail was in the air, and it flicked at Puff whenever he tried to go near her armpits. Each time the tail flicked, it would pass through Puff so he would have to slowly build up momentum again. After a while, Puff gave up on the armpits and wandered off to play on another part of her body that was out of tail reach.
She did not know what time it was as the sun was still very high in the sky and filled the room with bright light, so it would be impossible for her to sleep in such bright light. On the transport here, Alyce had tried many different ways of sleeping and knew that it was not comfortable to sleep on her back as the tail would go to sleep long before she did and start tingling, so on her side was the only way. Pink’s face-down position looked no better. She took her own blanket out from her luggage. It was a nice plain white color. To test it out, she stretched out on it face down so as not to upset the tail. Well, yes, she found it very comfy against her bare skin, but she was not going to sleep naked. She had seen something like a pair of pajamas, which she would go and put on after she closed her eyes for just a second.
Smoking Hot: (7)
She awoke with a start from the odd dream of being spanked naked whilst bent over a guy’s lap. He was wearing a very risque St. Trinnion’s girl’s uniform that started to fall off with each slap he gave her.
Opening her eyes, she knew she was still dreaming, or someone had drugged her with something highly illegal as she tried to focus on a little tornado spinning just in front of her eyes. She decided that it would be best to sleep it off, so she closed her eyes again, and the bliss of sleep instantly returned. It lasted only a second, as she was fully jolted awake by a non-dream, hard slap across her butt. This time it was not delivered by a handsome guy but instead from some strange girl with pink hair who had replaced the tornado and was only inches away from her face.
“Wake up!”
Alyce’s mind tried hard to get a grip on a world where waking naked in a strange bed could mean only one thing, and that was the party was over, and the headache was to remind her of her promise never to drink things in alphabet or even color order again. Hopefully the worst had not happened: that someone had posted pictures of her on Facebook.
“Hello, pink apparition; do you know where I put my clothes?”
The apparition then opened its mouth, and Alyce screamed and fainted.
The next time she awoke it was like being stung followed by the smell of something burning. This time she recognized the worried face looking at her as her live-mice-eating roommate and, like it or not, her only friend in this world. Slowly she moved her head to take in the room and try and update her mind with the present version of reality. She also hoped to find out what was burning.
Explaining that it was only a dream did not help at all, as Pink was certain her reaction was due to her head butting type of fighting, which had caused far too many blows to the head. She insisted on smearing something on her forehead that looked and smelled similar to what they had eaten earlier.
Her forehead did feel bruised and tender, so maybe head nutting other people who also owned horns was not such a good idea; she should stick with those wearing hoodies. Alyce almost laughed when her friend suggested something may be trying to possess her body and thought it would need to take a ticket and form a line after her.
While she had been asleep, all the luggage, including hers, had been unpacked, and the clothing was neatly folded on the shelves. Alyce did not need to ask which were hers as all her friend’s things came in a single color; there were lots of shades, but the overall dominant color was the same as her name.
Pink had laid out her uniform for her: a short kilt and half top in a drab grey color, which made it look dirty before she even put it on.
There were no shoes as Pink said only seniors and those from the Cold lands covered their feet. Alyce was not sure of mixing the colors grey and pink together, but Pink was making a color statement loud and clear; to go with the pink ribbons in her pink hair, she now had painted her fingernails and toenails along with her horns pink to match.
Pink was wearing her two-piece uniform without shoes or, as she tried hard not to notice when her roommate bent over, anything else.
When she told Pink about her idea of wearing something under the uniform, like thin shorts to wear under a skirt so people can’t look up one’s shirt and see what they shouldn’t when bending over or climbing stairs, all she got was a blank look.
“Why would anyone want to see your tail hole? It is more likely being new they would trip or push you down the stairs. And besides, if you sweat, it will attract dustcrabs. Plus without fresh air around your tail, you would get very smelly, and I am sharing a room with you!”
At least Alyce had a selection of thin shorts all with lots of tail room at the rear, and she decided they would have to make up for the limited amount of underwear she had brought with her, which on the second count still remained firmly at zero, so she would wear them and just let Pink think her odd.
The short kilt-like skirt and thin top both in an unpleasant grey and being of a standard size to fit all meant to Alyce that they were a uniform and were therefore designed to make everyone look the same. In Alyce’s experience, uniforms normally looked ill fitting on almost everyone who wore them.
Surprisingly the uniform did look good on Pink, and when she looked at her own reflection from a shiny metal plate her roommate had placed on one of the shelves, it looked good on her as well. The kilt had a tailor-made tail hole that cleverly tightened with well-placed buttons. The top was high necked and long sleeved and by yet another clever design almost locked in place just below her boobs to show off a perfect midriff.
Pink had somehow obtained a list of what and where they should now be, so Alyce was happy just to let her take the lead, but she did wish she would stop going on about her wearing shorts under the skirt as they walked along brightly lit corridors. She found it ironic to be told she was odd by a v
ivid vision of mixed shades of pink, which was far more an oddity than wishing to wear undies. Pink made it sound like it was as odd as wearing one’s panties on the head, which, alas, she remembered she had done once at a party.
“You are going to get all hot and itchy wearing so much, and I still can’t get why anyone would want to see your tail hole? It is not that it is odd looking or can do anything different from the norm. I mean, I saw everything you have hidden when you were sleeping. Believe me, you have nothing different from my sisters, and we are a different element race from you.”
After a while, Pink had given up or just forgotten about Alyce’s wish to be different as they walked miles through corridors trying to locate not so much where they were but where they should be. In the end they gave up and just followed others wearing the same uniform who also looked lost.
By the time the group they were following looked to be totaling well into the triple digits, they reached what Alyce recognized as a massive auditorium with people standing on a raised dais in the distance. When they spoke, their voices filled the room, and Alyce gave an inward groan as she recognized what sounded like a cross between a high school and college first-day, new-arrivals welcoming speech. Apart from all the standard stuff like not running in the corridors, the major difference was they could pick and choose what they did. A range of tables had been set up around the walls to see what courses they wished to join; they could even choose nothing if they wished, but every course passed did gave you life points. Anyone with less than 100 life points by the end-of-term culling would be killed for lack of effort.
Alyce looked at Pink.
“Er… I think it may be a good idea to check out some courses, don’t you?”
Pink nodded in agreement.
“It may be a good idea to be in the same courses; that way, we can help each other. But I am no good at all in potions, magic arts, or hexes.”
