Bab 2: A New Life
There were plenty of things I didn't understand. But two things, I did.
One, this was another world. I came to the conclusion after I saw those fancy long eared dudes with bows and arrows. At first, I thought they were maybe in costumes, for movies or dramas or stuff like that. But no, those damn things were real. And the grass and world around me was somewhat different. I couldn't put a finger on it but, something about the air, something about this world was different.
And two, I was a baby. Not necessarily a newborn, cause I could at the very least move my arms around a bit but I was still a baby regardless. Probably not even six months old. The only sounds I could make were squeaks and laughs.
This did bring me back to my original problem though. What I was doing in a random field full of grass with these guys while being a baby? Were one of them my parents? Didn't seem likely, considering how much they were screaming at each other and trying to argue and stuff. The men were hellbent on killing me.
The woman seemed to be awfully in my favor, trying to shield me from those guys and stuff. While the guys were screaming nonstop.
But why?
'So she's my mother and probably had an affair and now just got caught and stuff?' Seemed likely. I was just pulling the scenario out of my ass though, cause I didn't know if it was like that or not. Did I have long ears? Did all the humans here also have large ears? I had no idea.
Regardless, I watched them carefully. Why? Cause they were pretty much ignoring me and just arguing. Kind of annoying. But it did give me enough time to think.
I was dead. No, murdered. Murdered by my own friend no less. I knew the dude for over four years. I met him at a Halloween carnival dressed as count Dracula. Dude had dressed as a werewolf, ready to kill. Kill with that overweight belly of his. He wasn't large like typical large guys. He just had a wide-ass stomach. Meanwhile, his parents were on the skinnier side, particularly his mother who for better or worse was the most beautiful woman in our neighborhood.
'Wait, was it because of that?'
But it wasn't my fault his mother came on to me. Apparently, that woman had a thing for skinny young boys and I just happened to see her touch herself at the wrong frigging moment. I was staying over at Billy's place and had to pee late at night cause well… shit bladder. The bathroom door was open and when I pulled the handle, there was someone in there, in the darkness. I turned on the lights by instinct, and there she was, half-naked, panties on the floor… touching herself, breathing heavy. Her eyes fell on mine and she grinned, licking her lips. "I'm kind of in a bind." Clear, soft. "Would you help me out?" She parted her lips, not the ones above. I could hear her panting; I could see the pink flesh. I could feel her warm…that blush.
Normally, adult movie stars would lock the bathroom door and give into the temptation and have some fun. But no, I was different. And Billy was my friend. I slammed the door shut and ran back to his room and did not fucking speak a word of it.
Of course, holding my bladder meant I couldn't sleep. And not only that, I had a literal boner.
Sigh.
But wait, that was three years ago. And I never really went back to her place. Billy asked me for sleep overs dozens of times but I always declined. I never accepted, ever. And I actively stayed away from his mother. Besides, that woman didn't really try to force me or come after me either. That was just a one-time thing and probably just a bad call from her end.
Surely that couldn't have been a thing, right?
The ground beneath me moved away. No, I was moved up. Someone had picked me up. The long eared red-head. "Sala un zan!" She yelled back. She firmly gripped me, yet, something was tender about that embrace. And warm.
"Aran Ni!" the guys were still yelling and stuff but they laid down their weapons.
The woman stared at me, and smiled. Not the fake kind. Her mouth widened, her eyes drew closer and honestly… mesmerizing. She was so gorgeous.
I tried reaching and barely touched her face. So warm. So… 'So you're my new mother…'
***
Some days passed by. And I was brought to a hut of sorts. Just me and the woman. I didn't notice any home appliances, and I didn't really see any lightbulbs either. Just typical lamps and wood and more wood.
A cheapo hut in the woods by a pond. Tall trees with some foliage but our hut was barricaded by a thick wooden wall. And the pond was actually inside the wall. Maybe a meter in diameter. I didn't see many birds or animals but the few I did, appeared different from the ones I remembered. Smaller, or larger or maybe with extra appendages. And then there were random stuff I'd never seen like a lizard with the head of a rooster.
Again, confirming my theory that I was indeed in another world. And we were poor af. I slept for hours and hours, every day. And had no real control on my bladder but could hold it for a few minutes while I cried, so mother would help me take a piss.
But hey, all was fine as long as I got to suck those succulent tits! But no. I didn't get to. Instead, the woman put a frigging feeder on my mouth and cradled me like I was some sort of cat. Maybe she wasn't my mother? Or maybe this world just didn't have the concept of suckling? If the latter was true than holy shit, there was no god.
What kind of sick monster would create a world where babies couldn't suck their mother's tits? Argh….
"Wona wro?" She stared at me, cocking her head to the side. She often spoke to me.
I was picking up a word or two. Obviously, I couldn't understand her but I did seem to recognize the language a bit more. And sometimes, I could tell the woman was fairly worried when she stared at me with those big puffy eyes.
I faked a laugh and tried wiggling my feet, doing baby things. What were baby things? I had no idea. I was just winging it cause I had nothing better to do.
She giggled. Apparently, it worked. She often spoke different things, did weird stuff like making faces and singing and bunch of other stuff. Her voice was soothing and comforting but she was tone deaf and her singing was the absolute worst.
Yet, I still laughed, pretending. This was a new life, the least I could do was pretend to have fun.
She didn't leave the house for long. She sometimes fished near the pond, holding me with one hand and holding the fishing pole with the other.
As for my food? She would milk a white goat, that would randomly show up whenever I cried and that was that. The woman hardly left my side. Not even when she showered. And although she was too gorgeous and my ideal type… I didn't really feel anything towards her. Probably because I was lacking the necessary hormones but also because… I kind of always wanted a mother.
And that's how the first four months passed by; I started understanding the words some more. I thought life for now would be peaceful and remain typical… it wasn't. We had a visitor.
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