Munchkn Lost

Munchkn woke in a strange place. The light smoke that filled the room played tricks on his mind as he tried to shake away the fogginess of sleep and look around. The room was lit by lantern, it looked a lot like what he imagined a cabin in the woods to look like. An old wooden rocking chair, wood tables with a mix of bowls and jars on them, even the bed he was lying on felt like it was full of straw or grass. He lifted a hand to try to rub his eyes but found it was tied down, both his hands were tied, as well as his ankles.
A feminine voice beside him startled him, “Well, look who finally decided to wake up.” It said.
He turned his head to see a woman in a brown robe with jet black hair standing beside the bed. She was turned away from him but looking back over her shoulder as she plucked some dried flowers off a string that hung from the ceiling.
In fact, they hung everywhere with all kinds of different vegetation hanging from them to dry.
“Who are you? Where am I?” he asked.
She turned with a smile that seemed genuine enough but for some reason, Munchkn imagined it looked a little like the grin of a hyena. As she turned, he could see that her robe was not closed in the front. Her body was lean and taught, the skin was perfection as it ran from thigh to hips, the light from the lantern hid parts but he could see one full breast and he took a quick breath before looking back up to her eyes.
She was staring back at him, having watched his gaze travel the length of her slightly revealed body.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
His mouth went dry as she started to open it completely. She was perfect, in every single way. She lifted it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. A swirl of dust kicked up and mixed with the incense in the air as she sat beside him and placed the dried flower on his bare chest.
Am I naked?! He asked himself before looking down and seeing that he was only shirtless. His pants still covered him from the waist down.
He looked back to the woman who was slowly letting her fingertips trail down his chest, “What’s going on? Is this a dream?”
“Something like that.” She replied.
A storm off in the distance let loose a cascade of lightning which flashed through the cabin and in that instant Munchkn watched as the beautiful woman was transformed into something else, something terrible. Her body looked bloated and rotting. He thought he saw deep bruises or dark spots and for half a heartbeat he could smell something horrible in the air. He froze for a couple seconds until the sound of thunder shook him back to reality. Her face was beautiful again, but she could see something had changed in him.
“Don’t be frightened, light can play tricks on the eyes.” She tried to reassure him as her fingers found the button on his jeans.
A second flash of lightning came, and he saw her change once again before the lantern took over and made her look beautiful.
Munchkn jerked away and felt the corner of the bed rise. He realized he was much stronger than she was, than her restraints were, and pulled harder until the restraints started to break apart. As he scrambled away from her, he struggled with the restraints around his ankles as she stood and sighed heavily.
She walked over to a table and lifted a jar and felt to see how full it was. Whispering something Munckn couldn’t make out she flung the contents at him. Munchkn let go of the restraints and tried to block it, but nothing hit him. Nothing ever seemed to come out of the jar except a little bit of smoke.
Suddenly Munchkn felt lightheaded, and the room began to spin. He looked up to see her walk naked across the cabin and pull curtains closed over the windows. He thought he heard a chorus of distant whines and sighs as she said, “No show tonight.”
Munchkn started to ask who she was talking to, but the words never came as his vision swam in and out of focus. The room seemed to be getting larger. Everything seemed to be getting larger. Everything except him.
The restraints fell away and as he pulled his ankles free, his pants also seemed to be outgrowing him. He scrambled backward on the bed and watched as the edges of the bed seemed to race away from him.
Munchkn shook his head as she came walking toward him, “What’s happening?” he asked but she just kept walking. Each step she took made her perfect breasts bounce and her hips sway.
“You’ll need to speak up now dear, you’re getting too small to hear easily.” She replied.
He couldn’t believe how big she was. She towered over him like a giant. Her legs were the size of some of the biggest trees he had ever seen in his life. His gaze traveled up as his mind scrambled to make sense of it all. He could see the goosebumps on her legs, he could see the perfect mounds of her labia, the tuft of pubic hair, her flat stomach, and how her breasts hung like mountains above. This has to be a dream. He thought.
She raised a hand over him with something pinched between her thumb and finger. As she sprinkled something over him, he thought he could make out the smell of something like wet grass. Her hand came down and scooped him up. He could lie in the palm of her hand!
“I might have gotten a bit carried away, but we can fix that later.” She said as she brought him to eye level. Her mouth opened and he pressed himself back against her palm as she brought him to her mouth. He thought for a moment that she was going to eat him until her tongue came out and licked the front of his whole body from toes to nose, all in one giant, slow, exhilarating lick that lasted just long enough to make him hard and forget about anything else that had ever happened.
She looked at him and smiled as she brought him back up to eye level. “Now what are you going to do with that?” she asked him.
Munchkn wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted so badly to feel her moist tongue against his body again. He wanted to push against it and feel himself slide against it.
She held him as she sat on the bed, watching him. “Why don’t you play with it?” she asked as she kicked her legs up on the bed and proceeded to lie on her back with her head propped against the pillows.
She placed him down gently on her breast so she could watch him. He reached down and felt himself in his hand. He wanted to, he needed to find release. He knelt on her breast and with one hand he grabbed her nipple. “Yes!” she said.
Munchkn felt her shift as her hands moved down her body. He turned to see what she was doing and saw her fingers run through her pubic hair and down between her legs.
“Hey!” she said, a sternness to her voice, “I want to watch you.”
Munchkn turned back around and showed himself to her. He sat back on his heels to show her everything as he stroked himself.
She brought her fingers up to her breast and he could see they glistened with her wetness, he could smell her, and it drove him crazy with lust. She gently stroked him one time with a fingertip and asked him if that would help. He nodded and spread her cum all over his cock as her hands found their way back between her legs.
They played for each other for a while that way until she began to move a bit much and Munchkn was starting to slide around her breast. He tried to steady himself with her nipple but that almost got him thrown off as she gasped. She had almost seemed to forget about him at one point as her head had pushed away from the pillows and she was staring up at the ceiling of the cabin. Munchkn slid down the top of her breast and landed at her throat. Her neck smelled like roses, and he kissed her neck.
She took him gently in cum covered fingers and placed him on her side turned cheek as she sucked her own cum from her fingertips and made sure to run it across her lips before she pushed him up to her lips as she faced the ceiling. He squirmed against her lips begging for her tongue, but she kept her lips shut tight.
All he could do was writhe against them and lick at her cum. Her moans vibrated his whole body as she refused to open her mouth and he gave in to just riding those moans and her lips to completion.
She picked him up once just long enough to say, “Tell me before you cum!” and placed him back down.
Her whole body was moving now as her fingers knew where to go.
Munchkn felt it start to build and as he began to tell her she opened her mouth and let him fall in. It was so sudden that his body reacted by throwing his arms out and catching himself. Only his lower half fell into her mouth, and she gently closed her lips around him as her tongue found the front of him.
“Oh my God!” he exclaimed as her moans now shook his whole body as she tried not to bite him in two.
It only took a minute before he felt the pressure building up again and he told her, “I’m gonna cum.”
Her body shook furiously as he emptied himself against her tongue. Her tongue moved under him, and he felt her swallow.
She turned her head and opened her mouth moaning as he slid down onto the bed. He pushed himself until he was at eye level with her, and they stared at each other until she came.
She offered him a taste from her fingertips, and he gladly accepted.
After they lay there for a few moments Munchkn asked her, “Are you a witch?”
She lie silent for a long time then carefully replied, “The Fey have many names.”

Night Things

I heard a scream in a dream and it woke me from my slumber. I tried to shout for my son but it only came out a mumble as sleep slowly released me from its dreary grasp. I felt the cold of the night snuggling against my right foot; apparently, I had lost a sock again in my nightly tossing and turning rituals that were supposed to be restful.

Slipping my foot under the blankets that had been shoved to the bottom of the bed I turned on my side and noticed the clock read 4:44 in the morning as my eyes closed. A slowly dissolving impression of the red numbers glowed behind my eyelids as I tried to fall back into sleep.

Teetering on the edge of sleep I felt the blanket pull back from my foot. I was too engrossed in watching phantoms of dream fold in and out of existence before my closed eyes that I brushed it off as a piece of a dream that was taking shape and welcoming me. That’s when I felt the sharp pinch against the bottom of my foot. I sat up in bed instantly awake.

Something thumped against the wooden bedroom floor at the bottom of the bed. I sat listening to the silence of the night for a minute. Slowly I began to hear something breathing, almost wheezing, coming from the darkness in the room. Fearing it was me and I was losing my mind I held my breath, yet the breathing sounds continued.

I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the bedside lamp. Something squealed and I heard something small with claws scurry under the bed. It didn’t quite have the same sounds as a domesticated pet, which wouldn’t have been the case anyway as I didn’t have any in the home since my Labrador Max had passed away months ago. In my mind, I decided that it must be a raccoon or some sort of opossum that somehow found a way inside.

The longer I sat there and let my eyes adjust, the more I began to creep myself out. What if it was rabid? Did I get bit? How the hell do I get out of bed now with it under there? I could hear it under the bed as it moved around. I was still trying to work out if I should jump from the bed like they tell you to do if your car is ever in contact with downed power lines when I heard it ripping into the cloth of the mattress and box springs.

A new sense of danger overtook me as I imagined a rabid raccoon tearing up through the bedding below me and attacking. I hopped out of bed and ran through the open door, slamming it shut behind me and locking the little bastard in my bedroom.

Turning on the hallway light, I found the flashlight in the towel closet and made my way to my son’s room. He was still quietly sleeping, his favorite nightlight spinning on the dresser and throwing lighted animals across the walls and ceiling.

I quietly closed the door behind me and checked his window to make sure it was closed and locked. I dropped softly to a knee and shined the flashlight under the bed only to see an army of creatures hiding under there. Luckily they were just toys and I made a mental note to have him clean his room later today. The closet was also a disaster area of toys and clothing, but there wasn’t anything alive in there. I crept back to his door, slipped out without waking him, and closed his door behind me.

I felt strange wearing only one sock, so I pinched a piece of it between my barefoot and the floor and lifted my foot out of it, which reminded me that I might have been bitten. I leaned against the wall and lifted my right foot to check the underside of it. There were no bite marks and no blood, but I could feel a small cut that hadn’t quite made it all the way through the skin. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped at my own door and put my ear to it to listen. I couldn’t hear anything and after a few seconds made my way to the medicine cabinet and poured some hydrogen peroxide over the bottom of my foot in the bathroom.

As I stood with one foot hanging over the edge of the bathtub to dry I thought about my next course of action. I could call my ex-brother in law who was an exterminator, but it was very early and he was a little strange anyway. Fearing it would turn out to just be a rat or something small and not wanting to have to listen to him inflate his own ego at my expense I decided to take matters into my own hands.

My first thought was the shotgun, but that was in the bedroom with Mickey Mouse the Rabid, plus, I mean, that might be a little bit of overkill. Hard to tell your six-year-old son why you killed one of his favorite cartoon characters with grandpa’s shotgun. What I needed was a long stick and maybe a box. I dried my foot off by stepping on the bathroom mat and made my way down the hall to the kitchen, then to the connected garage.

I grabbed a shovel, hesitated, then put it back and took the rake instead. I didn’t really want to kill it if I didn’t have to. I found an old box with some Christmas lights in it and dumped them out. On my way out I remembered how it had torn into the underside of the mattress and changed out the cardboard box for a large plastic storage bin with a lid.

Making my back inside, I juggled all my equipment to the bedroom door and listened again. Silence had settled over the house. I clamped the flashlight in my teeth, transferred the rake to the hand holding the plastic bin and slowly turned the doorknob. As the door opened, I half expected the rat or raccoon to come charging at me, but nothing came rushing from the darkness beneath the bed. I closed the door behind me as I sat the plastic bin down and popped the lid off. As I started towards the bed I realized just how exposed my bare feet felt and glanced over at my shoes. In my head, I was still weighing the pros and cons of taking the time to put them on when I found myself partly stepping into them. So much for that debate.

The sound of shifting fabric pulled my attention from the black abyss beneath the bed to the top of it. Something slowly stirred the blankets, pulling them towards the center of the mattress. Not understanding what I was seeing I flipped on the light switch next to the door. As the room brightened, a muffled squeal came from the bed. Something yanked harder on the blankets, hard enough that it was followed by the sound of fabric being torn.

“What the fuck?” Slipped out of my mouth before I even realized I had said it.

As soon as I spoke, all movement and sound stopped. I could feel it under there, waiting for me to make the next move. If that was the case, it wouldn’t have to wait long.

I grabbed a handful of blanket and tore it off the bed. In the middle of the bed was a ragged looking hole. I was both confused and a little scared as I stared at it. Something was moving within it, but I couldn’t see what it was. Around the hole were little pieces of frayed fabric from the blankets and the sheets. I looked down at the blanket in my hand and saw large pieces missing from the middle of it.

A shiver of fear raced up my spine. Something in the back of my mind was screaming that this wasn’t safe. Fight or flight was battling for dominance in my head as I stood in shock, waiting for my brain to decide what to do next.

From the hole in the bed came a raspy voice, “Stupid man. Stupid, stupid man,” It was almost a whisper, like someone talking to themselves.

Fear came crashing down around me then and I panicked as I slammed the rake down on the mattress, aiming for the hole with the metal tines. Whatever was in the mattress shrieked and pulled itself further into the hole. I kicked the mattress, trying to slide it off of the box springs and knock the thing loose, but it must have been inside both because the mattress just spun a little on the bed without budging in the middle.

I used the rake and pushed hard against the mattress and again the creature shrieked as I felt the mattress push back. It was definitely inside both the mattress and box springs. Grabbing the mattress in my hands, I lifted it and flipped it off the bed and against the wall as I jumped back and got ready to swing with the rake.

I could see its face then as it hissed at me. It had bloodshot eyes with silver snake like pupils, a nose that was a mix between human looking and a wet pigs snout, its skin hairless but wrinkled and aged. The creature’s ears were large and rounded at the top, yet pointed at the bottom. Atop its head was a sock, my sock. At first, I thought steam was rising from it but then I could smell the stench of something burning, something rotten burning.

The creature pulled back into the box springs and I heard it thump against the bedroom floor. Out of reflex I swung the rake at the bottom of the bed in case it was coming at me, but nothing emerged.

I put my foot against the box springs and pushed with all my strength and the whole bed slid across the floor. Before I had time to ready the rake the creature darted out from under the bed, headed not at me, but towards the door. It had covered itself with some makeshift cloak, torn from the fabric of the blankets.

I changed my grip on the rake and brought it down as hard as I could. The Tines missed the creature but managed to punch through part of the blanket and nail it into the hardwood floor. As the coverings slid off the creature I could see the rest of it then. It stood about a foot tall and had a humanoid body, yet still could run fast on all fours. It did have claws, but also wore some sort of clothing of its own. Ragged, ripped, and maybe decaying looking? It’s hard to say, but I do know it also carried something that looked like a scythe. Again it shrieked as if in pain as smoke started to lift from it.

I tore the rake out of the floor and was prepared to knock the hell out of it when it got to the door and realized it was trapped. Instead of finding itself trapped, it launched itself into he air, grabbed the doorknob and turned as it kicked off the wall and the door opened. I took a swing with the rake but it was already dropping to the ground and I missed.

When it hit the floor, it paused in the hallway and said, “Lincoln.” My heart stopped in my chest when I heard it say my son’s name. Something primal overcame me then and I lost the desire for a weapon, the rake tumbled from my grasps as I reached for it with my hands, fingers ready to dig into its flesh and tear it apart.

“No!” I raged as I dove for it. The creature easily avoided me as I crashed into the wall between it and my son’s room, flailing with my hands to grab a hold of it. It laughed then as it swung the scythe at my arm with such quickness that my reaction only came after it had pulled it back, turned, and was running away.

I grabbed my arm with my hand and felt blood. I watched as the creature stopped at the end of the hallway and turn back towards me. “Lincoln, Lincoln, coming for, stupid man,” it sneered, before disappearing into the dark of the living room.

I slowly got to my feet, grabbed the rake off the bedroom floor and started for the living room when I heard the front door open. As I entered, I flipped the light switch and saw that the front door was standing halfway open. I scanned the room as I made my way towards it but nothing moved or seemed out of place. I shut the door and locked it.

Standing with my back to the door I waited for the creature to jump out from behind something and take off running towards Lincoln’s room. Nothing happened at first, but then I smelled it, that stink of something rotten burning. I knew it was still here! As I raised the rake up, prepared to swing for the fences, the stench got stronger. I looked down and saw the cut in my arm smoking. The pain blossomed then and I bit back a cry as I dropped the rake and gripped tight my arm.

From the dark of the hallway I heard a bedroom door open, I screamed and felt my legs give out, collapsing to the floor as phantoms of red and black danced behind my eyelids. I tried to shout for my son but it only came out a mumble as sleep slowly took me in its dreary grasp.