Merry and Pippin were sitting on top of Treebeard as he introduced them to the Entmoot.
“What’s ‘all wrong’?” he asked, doing his best to sound serious.
“The walking tree monsters are being shown as good here.” Melody’s frown deepened as she swept her hand toward the TV.
Ben opened his mouth to respond and closed it again, not sure how to answer a complaint like that.
“Everyone knows the tree monsters are wicked and worthy of nothing save for death,” Melody continued, paying his hesitation no attention. “I am no stranger to such creatures; I’ve had to slay them on more than one occasion.”
Melody was now convinced she had slain Ents? Ben almost wished it were true. Seeing a babe like her do battle with towering tree beasts had to be a hell of a sight.
The details in Melody’s backstory were impressive, he had to admit. He half expected her to lead him to another room in the hotel and join his old D&D buddies for a round. The dinosaur egg was a weird touch, he’d never come across a storyline involving one of those in games with his friends. But maybe she was new to this and trying to improvise a bit.
Ben walked over to the TV and turned the volume down. Then he turned to Melody. “Alright, I’m in. What’s next in this game?”
Melody looked at him, puzzled, her naked legs crossed, showcasing one long thigh over the other. Her hands were clasped together on her lap, her arms squeezing her breasts together. “Game? You think this is all a game, Benjamin? You might learn to take it more seriously when you face werebats the size of men, walking trees, colossal demons, and rat-men wielding rusty blades—all of them attempting to take your life and your empire.”
He hesitated. None of that sounded like a game he'd ever heard of. Melody definitely sounded serious about all this.
Then something occurred to him—there was one thing left that he could try.
“If all this is real then—” he started.
“Of course it’s real. Why don’t you believe me?” Melody sounded wounded.
“Then I need to see some proof. You want me to believe you’re here from another world, that I’m some ruler whose empire got stolen from him, then you’re going to have to do more than tell me about it. Go on—let’s see it.”
It was a risk, but one he was fine taking. Not like she could actually demonstrate magic or anything like that. He was calling her bluff, hoping she’d give up all this weird nonsense. Maybe if he were lucky, she’d admit she was pulling his leg.
Melody sucked in her breath and gave him a look of intense longing and excitement. “Then we should tarry no longer. I’ll take you back to my homeland right away! That will show you,” she whispered.
Ben held up a hand. “Not so fast. Show me your magic. Prove to me that this isn’t some elaborate hoax.” He couldn’t help but smile; he was really getting into this roleplaying shtick. If this were a game, he'd fit in perfectly.
A sober, serious expression formed on Melody’s face. She bent down to fish through the pile of clothing she had left on the floor behind her the night before.
Ben couldn’t help admiring the curve of her smooth ass and remembering how it had felt, bouncing against his cock in the small hours of the morning. The shaved lips of her pussy were visible between her legs as she rustled through her jeans. They looked slightly inflamed, and he had to wonder again what she had been doing with that egg last night. Where the hell had it come from? They’d been up for nearly the entire night. Maybe she’d laid it during a trip to the bathroom.
He caught himself—no way was he starting to believe her, was he? After all, did she expect him to believe she had laid it like a chicken? Not a chance.
With a cry of triumph, Melody stood up again and turned toward him, holding a stick in her hands. The thing appeared to be about a foot long, smooth and brown.
“A prop,” Ben said with a smile as he leaned back onto his palms, which were planted on the bed. “Nice. So, where do you plan on putting that wand? I mean, if you’re down for ass stuff then that’s fine with me—as long as it’s your ass.”
Melody gasped. “Place this wand in my anus? That would be incredibly dangerous. Before we are given our first wands, we are taught never to point it at anything that you don’t intend to cast a spell on.”
He shrugged. “Makes sense, I suppose. Then what do you intend to do with it?”
Melody paused and looked around her, the fingers of her free hand playing absentmindedly on her lower lip in a way that made him want to stop playing this game and jump back into bed with her. She was a goddess compared to any of the women he’d been with before. Why couldn’t everything she was saying be real? If it were, he’d jump through a portal to her world in an instant and leave this one behind.
Her purple eyes lit up as they landed on the TV against the wall, still playing in the background. She lowered her right hand and pointed the wand toward the TV. She hunched her shoulders, as if gathering herself to make a move, and that’s when the strangest thing of all happened.
Her ears grew long and pointed and furry, like those of a lynx, and a long, brownish-yellow tail sprouted from the curve of her lower back, just above her ass. The tail flicked back and forth, long and graceful. Her eyes flashed, changing from the small, narrow eyes of a human to the large, expressive eyes of a cat. Purple fur grew out of the tops of her hands and feet.
When she’d changed, she stretched her long,
