Time to go and comfort my love, after he was subject to such cruelty... Cocoon thought as she came to the room William was sulking in.
Sure enough, he was in the small recreation room, sat in a chair at a table, hunched forward, tears streaming down his face. The changeling queen walked over to take a seat next to him.
"Hey, Willy..." she said, quietly, "...you doing okay?"
William sighed. "...No. No, I'm not."
Cocoon moved her seat closer to her human companion, pulling him into a deep, caring hug. William held her in return, quite firmly, but not crushing-force.
"I'm so sorry they have to be so cruel and selfish," Cocoon said. "It's truly a shame that they don't take your own happiness into consideration, only viewing their own needs as the highest priority."
"It's just not fair, the fact that most of the people in my life share this type of mindset," William said, sniffling.
"Shhh..." Cocoon softly shushed, rubbing the back of his head with her hoof, "...it just shows that they are the wrong kind of people to be around. You don't belong in Atlanta, Willy. You belong with me."
"...You're right, Coony," William said.
The two hugged it out for a long while, and it was really helping William. Given that she seemed to be the only one who actually cared about him anymore... more and more, he felt compelled to stay in this world, with the girl he loved.
Eventually, the two separated, and Cocoon made her way over to the room's entrance.
"I know just the thing that will make you feel much better," Cocoon said. "Specifically, a creature that can make both you and me feel better."
William, curious and knowing Cocoon always delivered on her word, stood and followed after her.
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Cocoon had led him to a room filled with strange, black, sleek tendrils. It almost looked like some sort of Eldritch-horror scene. William stopped in his tracks upon entering the room, staring in shock and confusion at what he was seeing, the tentacles squirming about randomly.
"Uh, Coony..." he uttered, "...what is this?"
"It's a special creature I spawned, for a bit of... personal gratification," Cocoon responded.
William's focus quickly diverted to his feet, where he felt some tentacles wrapping around his ankles. Gasping, he tried to step loose, but their hold was too tight to break out. Two more appendages wrapped around his forearms, and one around his upper torso, binding him. He struggled against the appendages as they began to lift him, but Cocoon place a hoof on his shoulder.
"It's okay, Willy," she said. "Don't fight it, or you could hurt yourself. And trust me... I guarantee you will enjoy what this being can do, for both of us."
William stopped struggling, turning his head to face his lover. "A-are you sure...? Is it safe...?"
Cocoon nodded, just before she walked over to a bulbous node, which appeared to be the main vital area of this strange, tentacle creature.
"Now, listen," she spoke discreetly to it, "he's not like how I am; he's smaller and more fragile than me. So... please be gentle with him."
With that, she got directly underneath William, who was suspended in midair by the tendrils, and the creature began to wrap around her limbs as well. Soon, she was firmly bound, and held in a face-up laying position, much like the human above her. Speaking of which... he was making a straining sound.
"Something wrong, Willy?" Cocoon asked.
"...A-aaahhh...!" William shrieked, clenching his teeth. "...It's... tearing me... apart...!"
Gasping, Cocoon returned her attention to the creature's main node. "Hey, hey! What did I tell you?! Ease up on him a bit!"
The creature obeyed her, and loosened its tight hold on the human, allowing him to partially bend his limbs again. Panting, William turned his gaze to Cocoon.
"Thanks, Coony..." he said, "...for a moment, I thought I was about to lose an arm or leg."
Cocoon smiled with narrow eyes. "And now... the fun begins..."
"Fun?" William asked.
Almost immediately, the creature began to remove his socks, exposing his bare feet, followed by his jeans, after undoing his belt, and his shirt. The came the undergarments, leaving William completely exposed, without having to do anything of his own accord. After what happened on their first night involving this... William was somewhat used to it, though still bewildered. Each time one tentacle removed an article of clothing, another wrapped around each limb, on his bare skin, to keep its hold on him.
His member already upright... another tentacle wasted to time in coiling itself around it. William's breath escaped his throat as it did this. It did the same for Cocoon, carefully inserting another of its appendages into her. Then it began rubbing the human off, while thrusting into the changeling queen, giving them both quite an adrenaline rush.
"...Ahhh..." William moaned, "...f-fuck..."
"...Mmmm...!" Cocoon strained from the intense sensation.
After a little while, the tendril-creature brought two more of its appendages into this, penetrating them both from their backsides simultaneously. It caught them both by surprise as they gasped in unison. However... this act by the creature only served to amplify the great feeling they both had.
The tentacles continued to stimulate them both, the two completely tuned out from reality. Never had William experienced anything so intense before. It was almost completely overbearing, yet somehow, he could not get enough of it. He was outside of even Cocoon's artificial world; his senses had transcended to a place he never knew existed. And it was absolute bliss.
Very much could the same be said for Cocoon. Despite the "sessions" she had with this creature that she spawned for this reason alone... something about William's presence, and the fact that he was experiencing the same, just made it so much better. The creature alternated its inward and outward thrusts on both tentacles inside her, keeping one in at all times, but did it slow enough to ensure she would not be done too quickly.
Eventually, the creature lowered William directly on top of the changeling queen, and released the latter's forelegs. Immediately, she held onto her lover in a firm embrace, and tipped his head toward her, where she immediately kissed him. In spite of their moaning, they continued to kiss, not wanting to separate their lips, while the tendrils continued to really stimulate them.
After a while, they were finally at the brink of their climax. Cocoon held onto William tightly, bracing for orgasm, and he did just the same, clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes tight. The creature then spared the two no mercy, and went all in, forcing it out of them.
William howled while Cocoon let out a loud whinny, both of their cum spilling about the tendrils and the floor. The creature, knowing that they were finished, gently retracted from them, and simply allowed them to lay in midair to recover from what just happened. Panting along with her lover, Cocoon placed a hoof on his shoulder.
"So..." she spoke, softly, "...feeling better, Willy?"
William let out a long sigh. "...Yes."
"Good..." Cocoon responded, just before a yawn, "...that was rather fun, wasn't it?"
William nodded, his eyes slowly closing. "...I'm very tired..."
"Of course, Willy..." Cocoon said, sleepily, "...l-let us... rest... awhile..."
She could not say too much more, and she was out in a matter of seconds, as was William, both still suspended amidst the fleshy, sleek appendages.
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A short while later, James, who was exploring the castle in search of his two friends, eventually found them in the room with the tentacle creature. Upon peering in... he saw that William appeared to be naked, laying atop Cocoon. Both of them were asleep. At first, the German was a bit bewildered by the sight, but after piecing it together with a bit of logic...
"...Maybe I should just leave them be, for now..." James said to himself, turning around and going back the way he came.
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Marlene, Eric, Mrs. Milton, Clara, Mark, and Jon all slowly came to, gradually becoming aware of their surroundings.
"Huh...?" Eric muttered.
Marlene sat up, looking around. "Wait... we're back?"
All of them quickly realized they were back in William's small house.
"You kidding me?!" Mark chimed in. "We gotta go through all that again to get back at Schaeffer?!"
Clara gasped, looking and pointing at the table. "The book! It's gone!"
"What do you mean?" Jon asked.
"What do you mean 'what do you mean'?" Clara said. "It's not here!"
Marlene glanced around the room, but did not see the tome anywhere. "Maybe it's hidden?"
"Everyone, start looking," Eric said.
With that, the six trespassers started looking left and right, tearing William's house inside-out to try and find where the book might have been. After several minutes of this, and turning up with nothing, they all reconvened in the main room.
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Milton said. "It's really gone!"
"How we gonna get it back?" Jon asked. "We can't let that bitch-punk off the hook!"
"I don't think we can get it back..." Marlene said.
Mark sighed. "Whatever... I'm just gonna head home and watch some football for right now."
"Hold on!" Clara said. "Maybe there's another way to get back into that world! Maybe... maybe another portal? Like, in a wardrobe?"
Eric reluctantly shook his head. "I really don't think we're gonna be able to get back to that place now that the weird book's gone, unfortunately."
"GUYS!" Clara shouted. "What about William?!"
Marlene, her eyes slightly watery, let out a long sigh. "I really don't want to be the one to say it, but... it looks like my sweet baby just doesn't want to come back."
"But he's your son!" Clara said. "You're just abandoning him?!"
"No," Marlene said. "I'm just letting William do what he wants. As long as he gets to live the way he wants, and is happy..." she briefly pursed her lips, "...that's all that matters to me."
(XXXX)
Giving up, the group dispersed, leaving William's house, and making their way back to their respective residences. Clara, having been driven, instead elected to walk back, since her house was a decent walking distance away. In any case, she just needed some time to think about the whole dilemma.
"It doesn't make any sense..." Clara said to herself, "...why would William not want to come back? He's got so many opportunities in this world! Helping people should make him feel good! Why is he so angry? I just don't get it..."
She thought back to what William said to all of them before he stormed off:
You all didn't come to rescue me because you missed me, you just missed all the stuff I used to do for you!
"That's not true!" Clara said. "But what we would really like, even if he doesn't want to do any favors for us ever again... that's fine! If he wants to stay in that book-world for the rest of his life, being treated like a king, that's fine! But we gotta find a way back in, just to make him understand... we actually care about him as a person, and not the things he does!"
She stopped her walking, and made her way directly back to William's house. Regardless of where the tome ended up, she knew she had to find it, so she could explain that her rejecting him was not of ill intent, and so the others could explain themselves better as well.
(XXXX)
Mark made it back to his own home, after being dropped off, where he immediately plopped down onto the couch, and grabbed the remote control.
"Hello, TV, my good friend," he said, pressing the power button.
However... the remote button did not press. He made several more attempts to press it to no avail.
"Ngh, stupid clicker..." Mark muttered, examining the device, "...won't click when it's supposed to click!"
Every effort to try and press any buttons on the remote were futile, as they did not yield. It was as if the device itself was a solid piece of plastic.
"GRNGH!" Mark groaned, hurling the remote at the TV in frustration.
It hit the screen, but this did not break it. Rather, it struck the corner, peeling off what looked like a reflective film. Narrowing his eyes, Mark stood, walking up to the TV.
"What the...?" He said, peeling the film off.
This revealed that the television set, too, was just a giant piece of plastic. No working parts, as the dials and switches were just solid pieces that did not move.
"Okay, did someone pick off my shit while I was gone?!" Mark shouted.
He immediately made his way to the phone to call the police. However, the receiver made no dial tone, and again, none of the buttons could be pressed, being just decorative.
"INCLUDING MY PHONE?!" Mark thundered. "Okay, whoever did this in is real deep, now! Tampering with phone lines is a federal offense!"
With that, he made his way out to his car, and drove off back to William's house, who he suspected was responsible. But even stranger... his car sounded different. There was no sound from an internal-combustion engine, but rather something that sounded like... clockwork mechanisms.
(XXXX)
Eric also noted that his car sounded a bit strange as well as he drove everyone back to their respective residences. He did not pay much mind to this, as he was still very upset and angered by the way William spoke to him.
"I'm gonna see to it that his position is vacated for a more optimistic worker!" He said to himself after dropping everyone off.
He pulled into his driveway, parking and walking up to his front door... which just so happened to not be there. Instead, a flat representation of the door was in place of the actual door, with solid wall now completely obstructing the former passage.
"Okay..." Eric said, clenching his teeth in frustration, "...would someone explain to me why my front door is gone, and now just painted on a wall?!"
With the same assumptions as Mark, Eric got right back in his truck, and made his way over to William's house.
(XXXX)
Mrs. Milton, after such a harrowing ordeal, wanted to climb into bed and just rest. However, to her irritation, she found that the sheets of her bed had apparently been glued down, as if the bedsheets were just a continuous piece of cloth sew onto the mattress itself.
"Is this someone's idea of a joke?!" She complained.
Like the others, she also made her way back to William's place.
(XXXX)
The six all met back up at William's house, describing their strange experiences upon returning to their homes.
"Like," Jon said, "what's going on? All my lightbulbs were just hollow plastic!"
"I'm not sure," Clara said. "But we need to find a way back into that world that William and the strange alien-horse are!"
"Damn right!" Mark said. "He's gonna pay for everything he did!"
Clara shook her head. "That won't help. We need to convince him that we actually care about him. At this point... I don't really think it matters which world he stays in. If he wants to spend his life in that strange world... that's his decision. It took a bit of thinking, but I now realize that's the most sensible thing; let him live how he wants."
"Why should we do that?" Mrs. Milton said.
"It's only fair," Clara said. "We can't dictate how his life should be."
"But first..." Marlene spoke up, "...shouldn't we try to figure out why everything is so strange here, now? Like how there doesn't seem to be anyone in the city?"
"Come to think of it..." Eric said, "...I didn't see one other person on the road."
Clara pondered briefly. "There's gotta be some reason everything's so funky right now..."
(XXXX)
Jack sped right up to William's house, slamming the brakes when he was at "reasonable" stopping-distance from the driveway. From there, he shut off the vehicle, got out, slammed the door, and stomped rapidly up to the prefabricated home's front door.
"He's got hell to pay...!" Jack muttered under his breath.
(XXXX)
Clara walked to the front door, ready to head out and conduct her own investigation into the bizarre things in their world.
(XXXX)
Jack made his way up to the door as well.
(XXXX)
Clara grabbed the handle...
(XXXX)
...so did Jack.
(XXXX)
She pulled open the door...
(XXXX)
...He pushed open the door... and found the house empty.
"WILLIAM!" Jack shouted. "Get your ass out here, NOW!"
Walking in, and looking around, he saw the tome leading to Cocoon's world, sitting on the table in the dining room. It was completely undisturbed from how it was when the other six passed through its portal.
"That book?!" Jack said, instantly remembering. "I thought I told that good-for-nothing to put it back where he found it! That's it! Now he's gonna get it nice and rough when I get my hands on him... disrespecting me... disobeying me... lying to me... now he's gonna learn!"
He made his way over to the tome, opening it up to see if William had done anything with it, out of curiosity...
(XXXX)
Upon stepping outside, and taking a careful look at her surroundings... Clara gasped and froze at the sight of a giant figure in the sky.
It was William.
He seemed to be much more giant than even the planet, and even outside its atmosphere. But, that was only from their perspective...
(XXXX)
"Wow!" William remarked. "It looks just like Atlanta!"
Cocoon had taken William to a new chamber in her castle, containing a large, scaled-down, circular cutout of Atlanta and the surrounding region outside the city limits. It was about ten feet in diameter, and even had its own closed climate, simulating an atmosphere and partly-cloudy weather.
"Great attention to detail, Coony!" William commented as he examined the city replica.
"Just a little something to remind you of where you come from," Cocoon said, happily.
"Indeed," James remarked, examining the recreation. "Impressive that an ecosystem can be scaled down to such a degree."
William continued to admire the scaled-down, lively representation of his former home city. Given that it looked like an actual piece of the world he came from, with its own ecosystem, it was hard not to take his eyes off it, particularly given that such a thing was possible.
"Flip it over," Cocoon said.
James narrowed his eyes. "Flip it? But... how would he...?"
"It's much lighter than it looks," Cocoon pointed out. "There's an inscription on the bottom."
"Okay..." William said, lifting up the recreation of Atlanta.
True to her word, it was quite lightweight, like Styrofoam. He then flipped it over to see exactly what his girlfriend was talking about.
(XXXX)
"WOAH...!" The six uninvited "guests" screamed as the artificial city was flipped upside-down.
All of them fell onto the ceiling as the entire place was inverted. The furniture remained in place, as it appeared to be nailed down. However... their feet began to break, and sink, into the ceiling, given that it was not rated to hold their weight in the same way as a floor. This was especially true as it was a scaled-down, magic recreation.
"Everyone, don't move!" Eric said. "Too much shifting could make us fall through!"
Despite being tense and agitated, everyone did as instructed, panting anxiously as they held still.
(XXXX)
William read out-loud the inscription on the base of the city.
For the kindest, sweetest person I have ever had the fortune to know.
He felt his face go a deep red after he read it, turning his attention back to Cocoon.
"Aww, Coony!" He said. "You're the kindest and sweetest!"
He set the city replica on its rim, hugging Cocoon with his free arm.
"I swear," William said, warmly, "you don't have a single bad piece of chitin in your body."
As she was being hugged... Cocoon made an evil smile at the Atlanta replica. She knew that this act would hopefully result in the six intruders being disposed of without William ever knowing, especially since he had no desire to return to his world.
(XXXX)
The six stayed where they were, but even some of the slightest movements they couldn't help caused them to sink through the ceiling even more, falling deeper into the holes their feet created.
Marlene stood where she was, trying to process what was going on, and in particular...
How are we going to get out of this? She thought.