Echoes of Anima

Author's Note:

The exhaustion of his hometown has led Wyatt to seek shelter with his old babysitter. After learning about Whicketsham's past and how it has shaped his perception of him, Wyatt has drifted off into a rejuvenating sleep.

Thanks all for your patience with me! Been doing a lot of proofreading of the chapters I have and trying to get them through my wonderful editor, KenjiSato (thanks to him). Writing Chapter 14 now as well! :3

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Chapter 8: The Babysitter

Wrestling with the dark of his sleep, Wyatt awoke as the sun began to slip down the far horizon. The eclectic decor of the small space cast many small shadows as the light faded. His head, no longer on Lena's soft thighs, was propped up by several pillows. He felt a strange weight on his chest, and when he opened his eyes, a pair of large slanted pupils stared down at him. It took a moment for him to remember where he was, and why a furry mass was on top of him.

"Hssssss." A pensive-looking Felisyn with a stubby nose and wide eyes raised its furry paw to bat at Wyatt's nose. The cat-anima seemed content, resting on Wyatt and sharing his nap. But it was not happy, it had ended sooner than it would have liked.

"Juno no, bad kitty." Lena crouched over Wyatt to grab her Anima before it could swipe at his nose with its extended claws.

"Hey... sorry.... I guess I slept for a while." Wyatt raised his head as Lena crossed the room to set her Felisyn down.

"Well, I guess you needed it."

A more than chipper tone was unbothered by her houseguest. Wyatt caught a glimpse of his host's body again, this time surprised to see she had changed. The fog of his nap quickly receded as he noticed her long, bare, shapely legs jutting from beneath a baggy shirt.

"Yeah... uh..."

His heart pounded, as she bent over to return the Felisyn to its bed. Below her large shirt, there were no pants, only a pair of dark panties. While the black fabric may have hidden the outline of her womanhood, it still highlighted the space between her thighs. As she stirred, he looked away, just as Lena turned back around, and was awkwardly staring into the corner of the room where a painting of a tree hung.

"I hope you didn't dream of all the problems of this stupid town." She strode back towards the couch.

Wyatt sat up quickly as she straightened out her oversized shirt and plopped herself down next to him. Her buttocks snatched the shirt against the cushions, raising it to her thighs and revealing the edge of her panties.

With a tender smile, she tugged her shirt, shooting a teasing glare at Wyatt, as he stole a peek.

"No response?" she challenged him, not to be ignored.

"Honestly, I didn't really dream," he claimed, though fear certainly did linger in his mind.

"That's better than something bad, I guess... You need to have a clear head for your work."

"You seem pretty empathetic to my work... more so than me."

"It's new to you, of course... I remember when you were a boy, and your grandmother told you to pick a Sowteer to cull. You were so troubled by it, you had tears running down your face." Lena leaned over to Wyatt, brushing some of his hair from his brow. Her own eyes stole a glance at his crotch, humming and smiling, as she saw what grew there.

"Yeah... I always hated having to pick... Meant one of them had to die and all..."

"But you had to, didn't you?"

"Yeah... I didn't get it back then, but the farm had to make a profit somehow, and we could only have so many Sowteers in our pen."

"I remember a brave little boy doing what had to be done back then. Always doing what he had to for his family." Her fingers left his brow, and cradled softly across his chin, back and forth.

"Uh... yeah... I guess..."

"Just remember that brave little boy today, except he has a new job." She thumbed at his chin and dared to pluck his bottom lip.

Her voice was so soft and soothing that it made him want to melt into her. A part of his heart and soul warmed as she encouraged him, plucking away at an aspect of that conscious little boy inside.

"You have to pick nowadays, too, Wyatt... you can't carry the guilt with it. It has to happen one way or another."

Wyatt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, as her hand danced along his jaw, caressing him.

"Think of it this way... no one has to die with this choice." A small giggle at the irony escaped her. "You're only giving them life... sometimes, you just have to give that life to a girl who... yeah..."

Wyatt stared into the abyss of his thoughts, still conflicted about the adventure ahead.

"And then... There are those girls who want what you have." Her voice had a savory twil to this statement. Her body shifted, lifting herself to be perpendicular to him, leaning in so her large, laden breasts smooshed into his arms beneath the shirt.

"Miss Lena..." Wyatt gulped. He didn't need it in writing to tell what was going on.

"Hey." She playfully flicked the spot between his eyeballs. "Just Lena... going to make me feel like a weirdo." Her face slowly came next to his, her nose inhaling his manly scent. Out of her lungs lurched a shaky breath of arousal.

"Lena...?" He shook his head, bewildered.

"I've always wanted this... just never made time to go and get it outside of this backwards town. But when I heard you came back with that bit of life-giving, it was fate." Her head dropped, dainty tongue tracing the skin from his shoulder to his earlobe, before nibbling on the latter.

Exhaling, a groan made the young man shift in his seat, the older woman still clinging to him as he gave in. Hands were exchanged between the two. Lena's finding the growing mound of his pants and the back of his neck. Wyatt's grabbing at her large tits beneath her shirt and squeezing gleefully.

"Meeeoooww," the Felisyn groaned from its corner, as it heard and smelt the scent of passion rising in the room. It found an alcove in another corner to hide from the scene, as the pair on the couch explored each other's bodies.

Reaching beneath her shirt, Wyatt couldn't help but feel the skin of her breasts, finding their warm, spongy flesh and upon them, a large nub that he toyed between his fingers.

"Ohhhhhh," Lena whined, shedding her shirt altogether.

Staring at two nipples the size of can lids, Wyatt salivated, and Lena couldn't help but hold her breasts up to offer Wyatt a taste. Eagerly, he descended upon her, taking one in his mouth and suckling on it, as he had dreamed. He pulled with his lips, gently nibbled with his teeth, and swapped each,until her large breasts were soaked with spittle. His tongue uninhibitedly lapped at the large sacks as they flopped around. He pushed her down on her back, lording over her on top of the couch, as he buried his face in her pillows. She pressed them together for Wyatt, rubbing them along his face, as he nestled in them and feigned feeding. Her whorish whines made the panes of glass along her walls ring, as she felt him enjoying her bosom.

He sat up, looking down at the next in the line of his conquests, lying so eagerly before him. Miss Lena's smile always felt so warm; he never thought he would see her like this. Then, here, having seen her, as a grown man, it was hard to envision her any other way.

Shedding his own shirt, he hopped up, unbuckled his pants, and threw them off as fast as he could. Boxers falling away, his girthy cock sprang forward, and Miss Lena gawked at the sheer size of the boy's manhood.

Quickly, she assumed the ever reverent position before his rod. Her face was just an inch away from a head that stood to split her open in all the best ways. Her pussy salivated at the thought beneath her panties, a large smile enveloping her as she placed a hand on either one of his thighs and looked up at him.

"If it means anything... I think you are going to be a great mother..." Wyatt scratched his chin, remembering how caring she had been when he was a boy.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, leaving her tongue to touch the tip of his penis. "You always were such a sweet boy." Her pink mouth slipped around his head to garnish his stem with affection. Licks and smacks went down his length, as she pulled him closer with her hands on his ass. Wyatt felt a bit red as she squeezed his cheeks. It was different with these older women, always much more eager and willing than their younger counterparts.

Soon, her tongue found his ballsack, the home of humanity's fate. Her mouth enveloped each jewel as reverently as one would suckle a god's own testicles. She plopped and slathered them as dutifully as Wyatt allowed, the sensation almost too much for him as he placed a hand on her head.

Without so much as another word, she enveloped his shaft between her lips, taking him just a quarter of a way down,before pulling back with a twitch of her eye.

"Lena..." he groaned, feeling her slip down him once more.

The way he said her name was enticing, making her growl her own low, seductive groan.

Pulling her back by the hair, Wyatt pushed her against the couch, where she fell, legs open, and the plump and fleshy lips beneath her pubic hair escaping the confines of her panties.

"Relax..." he ordered, sinking to his own knees as his hands grabbed at, and removed, her panties.

Lifting her mature and thick legs, she let him remove the undergarments before spreading her legs and letting him see the fields she so desired him to sow.

In Wyatt's mind, for as much fondness as he had for his former babysitter, he had one more gift to bestow. Leaning in, he felt the warm fluid of her sex tickle his nose before he took one long lick of her slit. There was a curious tasting he embarked upon, getting acquainted with her vagina, as Lena purred. Both labia of her vagina got a tug, as he sucked them between his lips and pulled, and long kisses were planted within the pink of her pussy, as he felt her writhe before him. He painted her, like a canvas of his affection and admiration, for a long time, until the sun set below the windowsill of her apartment. It was only in the dark that he rose to his feet and came between her thighs.

Pressed into the couch of her own volition, Lena didn't have any words for the younger boy, as he placed his tip at her entrance. She could only affectionately grab onto his arms, which he put aside her head, as she nodded her approval of his entry. It was a good feeling, so different from the girl who so reluctantly gave it to him on Route 438; it felt smooth and warm, and had enough give that he didn't feel like he was hurting her, akin to Saide's tight cunt. Instead, it was an easy transition from in and out, wide enough to allow swift and continuous back-and-forth passage, but tight enough that they both looked to revel in the pleasure of the moment.

As he felt comfortable, he put into practice a strong desire. Pulling out and swiftly back in, he held nothing back, short of being satisfied by the smack of the sides of her thighs. Lena yelped, crying his name each time he pounded into her matured pussy, swiftly knocking some sexual energy into her as he fucked her hard. He would increase his speed, getting a rhythm she seemed to enjoy, as her slit warmed around him. Her cries echoed along the windows, and her Felisyn,startled, scurried even further away in the apartment.

"Turn over." He grabbed her right arm to pull her onto her stomach. Pressing her face into the couch, he pulled up on her hips to grant him access. Face into the sofa, he sought his burrowing hole between her thighs and continued digging hard and deep. Holding her wide hips with both hands, he groaned with each smack against her ass, her cheeks jiggling with each pass, so much so that he couldn't help but smack them a time or two, as he fucked her.

"Wyatt!" she indignantly moaned.

He laid a few more smacks against her jiggling romp as he fed his anaconda deeply inside of her. Wyatt's hands felt most at home along her tapered waist, pulling her back against his cock to get just a smidge deeper inside of her. Below, a pool of her arousal was feeding the slickness between his own thighs, and just as he laid a few successful thrusts into her, she came, the couch cushions doing their best to muffle her whining.

Success... once again. As Nurse Christi had taught him, he made the special effort to bestow pleasure on the mother of his children before duty. He was getting a big head for it, too confident that his cock was the end-all and be-all of happiness for their lives. He imagined, for a moment, as his ego grew, how many girls and women he could make quake around his length and girth. But it was not for pleasure that he visited the insides of Miss Lena-- it was duty, both his and hers.

The ropes of such duty began to spew out of him. He pulled back on her hips, making sure he was as far inside of her as possible, as he unloaded his balls between the gates. She felt it, too, chirping her approval with little grunts, as she turned her head to the side to get a look at him.

"Omgsh... you... You don't have any right." She slipped off of him, a wet plop as his cock bounced up and down, absent the woman around it.

"What?" Wyatt was confused, looking down at a woman, who had once been very willing.

"Any right to be so big..." She bit her lip before grabbing at his cock again. With a wide open mouth and an eager tongue, she licked him clean, taking every drop of her own arousal and his cum from his stem. Closing her eyes and humming, she relished his length. "If you are not careful, you will hurt a girl."

"Ooooooh." Wyatt's heart tossed back, feeling Miss Lena lick the underside of his cock. "Yeah... I've gotten that before."

"I can't say I've ever had it this good... so different..." She held his cock like a toy, her eyes wide with amazement.

"I thought you hadn't run across a breeder before?" Wyatt seemed confused. "What is it different from?"

Lena blushed, and stammered, "Well, obviously, I'm not a virgin." She dropped his cock and lay back, letting her cum-stuffed pussy air out.

He still didn't get that part.

"But then... how?"

--sigh--"Wyatt... don't go asking too many questions... you'll embarrass a girl." She blushed hard, looking out the far window.

Slumping over, Wyatt found a spot next to Miss Lena. His ex-babysitter leaned her head into his shoulder, nibbling at his neck as she hummed sweetly to his ear.

What exactly was so different? And if he had not run into a virgin yet, how? The more he fucked, the more this bothered him. Not that he cared if they were virgins, he still didn't even understand that, but rather, how were they not virgins?

For the time being, he would have to be content with the company of the beautiful older woman. They took time to reminisce about times gone by, as her womb nurtured the seed of life he had given her. Wyatt couldn't help but place a possessive hand on Lena's stomach, and feel the life emanating from it.