CHAPTER 15

 

Puhkke

 

 

Sunlight poked at my eyelids. Was Thaug having a go at me, dragged me outside again while I slept, has he? He thought himself a funny male, but I found nothing funny about dragging me from my safety of the burrow and my hole while I slumbered peacefully, dreaming of more.

Grunting, squinting as I peeled my eyelids open, I blinked as this borrowed form’s eyes adjusted to the bedroom I found myself in. Panic hit me for a moment, but then I remembered and relaxed back into the bedding. My Ru, seven days—this was her abode.

Thinking of how wonderful that first night had gone, my already aching coachman began to pain me. I had to take a piss. Glancing down at the thickness between my legs, lifting the covers to examine myself, I grimaced. This wasn’t going to be pleasant if I couldn’t get him under control. Was this normal?

A soreness over many parts of me made itself known as I climbed out of bed. My Ru lived like this, willingly? Not that she had much choice in the matter, but…

Standing there in her bathing chambers moments later, staring at the porcelain bowl, I glanced from my aching thickness to the toilet bowl, wondering if male humans urinated outside in such situations as I found myself in, or had some sort of special approach to this. I was blessedly unafflicted with this type of woodening to relieve my bladder in my true form. Grimacing at the pain, my gaze snagged on the shower.

No. It felt like cheating, a shortcut. Surely, human males have figured this out? Truly, there must be some trick to it.

Shrugging, I walked closer to the bowl, attempting to take myself in hand, and began to let it go.

“Oh- Oh… mother’s wa-a-a-ters!”

Now, I wasn’t sure quite how this had all gotten so out of hand, but I’d turned to seek out my witch bride for help as everything really started to, uh, go, uhm, everywhere, and while turning found the little panic button on the door and reached over and pushed it. It slid into place, which was comforting, even if I was unable to cut my stream short, as the action pained me to the point I didn’t wish to continue to try, but the door must have scented the odor of the room and locked itself for cleansing purposes? In an effort to dismantle this cleaning setting, I rushed through cleaning up the mess I’d made, the floors, the wall, the bathroom sink and mirror, the trash bin I’d finally grabbed to catch my flow and allow it to make it into the toilet bowl my Ru had insisted repeatedly in her goings over of my new body and her home, hitting the bowl, was one of the utmost importance in her ruling outlinings. And I hadn’t just broken it, I’d pissed all over it!

Once I had the floor wiped down, the wetted butt paper she’d shown me and chortled while calling it butt paper, for some odd reason, hidden because I’d drenched it to the point it had gotten soggy, the walls washed, everything soaped and watered with the washing implements she’d walked me through, I’d tried the door again and still it remained closed to me. Did it require a phrase or word? What trickery was this? “Please, it is done. Be letting me out now?” I muttered through the crack in the door. A soft growl left me when I pulled back, gestured for it to release me and see that I had done a good job, and nothing happened.

“Puhkke?” I heard my female call for me. I wasn’t presentable, she’d know, she would feel shame for my ignorance and never love me!

Speht and Thaug warned me if I didn’t wise up and start acting like a providing male we’d never find a bride. Panicked, I shoved the towels I’d used into the hamper and scrambled around on the tile. Why was the floor so sticky?! The doorknob jiggled and I let out a startled sound.

Rushing to the showering cubicle, I slammed right into it, bouncing back to slide across the semi slippery tiles on my ass. A howl left me as my already chafed buttocks were further abused.

My Ru made a worried noise from the other side of the bathing room I found myself trapped in.

“The door will not let me into the out, my Ru!” I called to her weakly, clutching my ass cheeks and rolling around on the floor. There was no call for dignity when no one could see me. My voice came out a croak I wasn’t proud of, which must have sent my Ru into her own panicked state. My coachman touched the cold tiles, my bags along with it, and I groaned. It did not feel nice. I thought they might shove up into my insides!

The doorknob began to jiggle once more, and then I heard an odd scraping sound. The button on the knob turned and my heart began to race. Stumbling to my feet, I gripped the counter and feigned what I hoped was a natural pose. Grabbing the bottle I believed I’d seen her rub all over her person, and then mine, after her shower, I copied her actions and slapped a glob of the creamy mixture to my chest.

She won’t know a thing!