It is dark, there is water squishing under your feet, strange sounds are heard in the distance. Gradually, the fog in his eyes fades away, and I look around: for sure, I found myself in this terrible place again. We still managed to find it, if you can call it that.

- Vlad! - I called quietly. - Vlad!

But my friend never responded, maybe he stayed on Earth and now stands in the middle of the street in total confusion.

A puddle with black liquid glistened right near my feet. Throwing a glance at her, I had a strange feeling that I had already seen it. When I brought it to the palm to a smooth surface, it immediately began to ripple. Obeying some strange desire, I plunged my hand into this puddle. The liquid seemed to boil and quickly began to rise up straight over my skin. After a couple of seconds, the black clot moved to my back, and from there straight to my head. There were no painful sensations, but now my hair was covered with black oil film. What was even more surprising was the calm with which I took it all. I knew through reason that it was at least strange to walk with such filth on my head, but my feelings were silent.

Leaving the question with this black slurry for later, I decided to look around on the ground. Unfortunately, this did not give me anything definite: everything was completely unfamiliar, without any reference points or remarkable features. Everywhere there was a deaf forest, in all its extraterrestrial beauty. Only the sun remained, although it would be more accurate to call it a local star. The brightness was not very, but on an overcast day it could well get off. Being guided by this light, I moved forward, feeling the confidence that appeared from nowhere.

A few minutes later I finally calmed down and realized that I really want to drink. The recent race through the entire city did not pass without a trace. The rivers were here, I knew for sure. But how to find the water, I had absolutely no idea. I had to choose the direction of the search based on only one intuition, but after only ten minutes I managed to find a stream.

After drinking cold water, the taste is not particularly different from the earth, I thought that now it is necessary to look for something edible. Of course, to eat something here was extremely risky, but I had no choice either. By all indications, I'm not stuck here for a couple of days. However, I had already eaten some of the local food and didn’t seem to have died.

On a branchy tree, like a willow, hung large fruits of dark red color with velvety skin. They looked quite edible and, without a doubt, very tasty and nutritious. This is no longer any intuition to explain. It was as if something was leading me to this tree, as it used to be with water. This “something” could only be a black slush that settled on my hair. She obviously sent me signals that I was guided by when searching.

I plucked one fruit, but the skin was very hard: neither to break, nor to bite, did not work. When I began to look for a sharp stone or something like this, I suddenly felt a slight tingling throughout the length of my arms. My palms suddenly darkened, and short sharp black claws grew on my fingertips. I can not say that I was terribly pleased, but then I easily tore off a strong skin.

Inside was a juicy flesh with a slight sweet taste. True, I had a suspicion that the signals from my taste buds could be manipulated by the “black slush”. Whatever it is, it must be well versed in human physiology - otherwise I will simply die from poisoning.

For a while I did not know what to do with the claws. On the one hand, they didn’t seem to interfere, but at such a pace one can completely lose a human face.I gently squeezed the palms in my fist until the claws dug into the skin - and they immediately shrunk to quite acceptable sizes. Now I had to figure out the mechanism of such changes.

For two hours I had been making my way through this damned forest, when I suddenly heard female screams. Having run on them, the first thing I saw was a familiar animal with a long tongue similar to a harpoon. At the moment, it was very interested in a screaming girl who was trying to hide behind a tree. The creature just released its gently curving tongue and began to walk around a wide tree trunk. Apparently she was attracted by the white nightie in which there was a girl.

The impudent animal dodged the clumsy lunge of the girl and grabbed a night gown with a joyful grunt. After a short game of tugging, the side seam could not stand it and sold off with a bang.

Remembering how Dasha acted in such a case, I ran up and immediately hit my foot on the back of the dwarf. After issuing an offended howl, the animal retracted its tongue and retreated into the bushes. It looks like it was not set up for a real fight and was not particularly aggressive.

To my surprise, the screaming girl turned out to be the saleswoman Olya, whom we recently met. Like me, her hair was covered with black oil film.

- Finally, at least someone appeared! I thought it was all alone in this forest!

- In the woods? - I repeated in surprise.

- I went to bed, and woke up already here. I do not understand: how did I find myself here? And then this strange wild pig attacked me, ”Olya told, looking at her torn nightie.

“Pig, that means ... Yes, of course,” I replied, realizing that she saw an illusion.

She also did not pay any attention to my unusual “hair-do”, and she had exactly the same. I decided to play along with Ole and did not say anything about the true state of affairs. As for how we suddenly found ourselves in the forest, I just got off with the fact that I myself do not understand anything. Instead of explanations, I suggested looking for a way out of the forest or some way.

When Olya wanted to eat, we found low bushes, from the tops of which grew long, narrow leaves that looked like stretched springs. The branches were completely studded with black large berries. Reaching out to them, I already knew that they were quite edible, and even roughly represented their taste. This valuable information was again shared with me by the black substance that settled on my head. For some reason, she tried very hard to meet the needs of my body. It is likely that it was a symbiotic organism. But Olya did not have to ask such questions, as she took the berries for ordinary earth blueberries. A little later, I found a stream. Although, in theory, Olya herself was able to do it.

- Wow, what a clear water! - Olya admired.

“Yes, so pure ...” I agreed, poking a sprig into a small spherical creature that was sitting on the shore.

When Olya knelt down and began to scoop up the water, I noticed that her white nightie was also torn from behind. The flap of fabric has moved aside, opening the view of the dark line between the buttocks. Despite the tense and dangerous atmosphere, some moments of our stormy acquaintance began to creep into my head. As if suspecting something, Olya looked back anxiously. Having met my eyes, she smiled perplexedly and began to wash again.

I settled down next to me and also scooped up water, watching the snorting Olya. Having seized the moment, I stretched out my hand, and my fingers slipped into the hole in Olya's nightie.

- Oh! - she squealed when my fingers were in the hollow between the buttocks.

- Sasha, well, what are you doing ?! - she twisted backwards, trying to shed my palm. But instead, she only achieved that the edges of the nightie, torn to the side, were spread apart, opening the view of her bare thigh.

From round warm ass my hand moved down and lay down on the girl's thick labia.

- Ah, well, stop it! - Olga pleaded, wriggling with her whole body.At the same time, she did not even think about moving from place, still continuing to stand on all fours. In the meantime, I felt a swollen clit and plunged two fingers into her wet vagina.

After a while I pulled up sharply ...