Echoes of Anima

Author's Notes

While Wyatt is racking up his sexual body count, he still has an empty hole in his heart to grapple with the disdain his grandmother has shown him. After taking care of Ms Lena, he now must head home and face his family while playing host.

Still chugging along, thanks KenjiSato!

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Chapter 9: Surprise Guest

Wyatt had waited for the shadow of night to fall deep over Whicketsham before venturing out of Miss Lena's apartment. They didn't know who would be waiting for him, and it was much safer this way to make it out of the center of town. There was also the fact that Lena didn't want to let go of him, pressing her fit body against his and nuzzling him as they talked. She was still leaking, when she finally agreed to let him go with a parting kiss.

"Be safe... Mr. Daycott," she teased, still topless, as she shoved him outside her door, with a smile.

If only they could spread that unadulterated sexual energy evenly amongst all women, Wyatt wouldn't have a hard time with the reluctant ones. But then again, his adventure, so far,had an unstoppable stream of more than willing women. Did he really need to force the issue?

These older women were more lecherous than he was, and if he were not careful, they would suck him dry. The thought didn't sound so bad, however; maybe a good idea for an off-day, when he'd be ahead of his quota to just let a cougar pamper him.

Shaking the thought from his head, he couldn't believe how high-in-the-sky he felt-- the pride, the confidence-- never before had he felt this sure.

The thoughts continued 'til he felt a snap of the Link return to his mind, Requiem stalking behind him, having hidden for most of the day. Humorously, the Westorian Nocaccnis was slightly annoyed that he'd spent more time with the pretty lady, who smelled like chai tea and dryer-sheets, than he did.

"Sorry, buddy." Wyatt slipped his hands in his pockets and looked to the dark monster treading behind him. "Duty called."

But it looked like Requiem had had a fine day anyway, his muzzle covered in dried blood from his latest freshly caught meal. Some poor, small Anima had been subjected to the monstrous whims of a Noccanis, larger than he should be.

About a half hour later, they were sauntering up the gravel path towards the single porch light of his home. Before trainer and Anima could even get close, they could see a dark and mysterious figure on the stoop.

Without words, Wyatt signaled Requiem to flank, crouching to avoid being silhouetted by the porch light as he approached. Could the town have turned on Hannah and Grandma because of him? Was this person here to do him harm? Was it the NPSA? A thousand questions circled his mind, and none of them were close to the real answer, as both of them jumped out from the shadows, prepared for battle.

"Prepare yourself! Who are you!" Wyatt screamed, Requiem growled, and the figure on the steps of his familial ranch jumped out of their skin.

"EEhhhhaahahhh!" A familiar scream followed by the thud of his body against the boards of the porch put Wyatt's mind at ease. Percival was hardly a threat to anyone, and in fact, he had invited him here as he recalled.

"Oh shoot... sorry, man." Wyatt grimaced and offered his newly released friend a hand. Beside him, the spiky Terragon looked unbothered, simply flicking its tongue and feeling the nighttime breeze along its scales.

"Geez, Wyatt, I thought you said I was invited?" Percival fixed his glasses, as he clenched his chest and caught his breath.

"Yeah, man, sorry... just a bit on edge is all... ran into some trouble here."

"Oh? Not the homecoming you wanted?" Percival picked himself up, holding on to the straps of his bag. "Tell me about it... I went to get something to eat in Camelot, and all of a sudden, some old lady was tearing hers and my clothes off!"

Wyatt did, indeed, see some tearing on his sleeves.

"Then there was a struggle, and some guy, I guess her husband, attacked me with his Cordicanis! I just wanted to eat, that's all..."

Wyatt had to laugh; only Percival would get himself into such a mess. Though he guessed he couldn't count himself out of that.

"Did someone say they were hungry?" A chirpy, sweet voice interrupted their reunion.

Behind the screen door, Hannah Daycoott stood, smiling, as if she hadn't spent all day spreading the news about Wyatt around town. "Care to introduce me, brother?" Hannah opened the screen door for them, looking brightly at her brother and his new friend.

Wyatt needed to have words with her, and she knew it, judging by the twitch of her eyebrow amid the otherwise sunny demeanor. But it wasn't the time; instead, he pointed between the two and made introductions.

"Percival, Hannah, my sister. Hannah, Percival, a friend of mine from..." Wyatt paused.

Hannah, waiting intently to hear what she thought she was about to hear.

"... Friend from the road."

"The road?" Percival questioned, sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with Hannah.

A stiff jab taught him better.

"Hey, what was that for?" Percival rubbed his side.

Hannah giggled, happy to see her brother in a better mood beyond being cornered in the market earlier that day.

The trio entered the home, Requiem making to follow before Hannah turned and wagged a finger at him.

"No, sir, Mr. Requiem! Grandma was not happy with all the hair she was cleaning up today."

"Baaawoooowooooo," Requiem whined, doggish cries begging to be let in.

"Sorry, Req... I guess you need to stay out here tonight. Guard the house."

Requiem sniffed the air, as if he could already smell something strange, but didn't say much.

"Let's get you settled, Mr. Percival. I'll make you some food and get you a room upstairs." Hannah bounced around the house happily.

"Where's Grandma?" Wyatt looked around, the house awfully dim.

"Asleep already, she had a long day," Hannah answered, in a more somber tone.

Wyatt felt like barging into his grandmother's room and giving her a piece of his mind. Miss Lena was right, he didn't need to take this from here, he didn't deserve it!

"Just... let her sleep it off, Wyatt." Hannah fiddled with a plate and some food from the fridge for Percival.

"Fine... Hey... I'm going to hit the hay, too... It's been a day." He slipped upstairs, trying not to think about the anger and loneliness that brewed within him.

"Uh, 'night, Wyatt! Thanks for letting me visit!" Percival called up to him, nervously smiling and looking rather shy as he turned to Hannah, who, while holding a warm plate of food, had a bright and mischievous smile.

Upstairs, Wyatt stomped towards his room. His grandmother's room was at the opposite end of the floor, and he didn't bother to be too quiet. Hardly was he tired, either, that long nap on Miss Lena's couch had done enough for him. He just needed to be alone, something he'd lacked lately.

Kicking open his door, he heard a strange thud and shuffle in his room. His guard went up, and through the link, he warned Requiem to be ready. Strangely, the lazy Anima didn't seem concerned, or exhibit any desire, to defend his master, almost like he knew there was no threat. Flicking on the light, he had to confirm it, regardless.

"Eek!" Wyatt's two female friends from the market giggled as they were caught buck naked in his bed. Each had a bright red lash on their arms from Miss Lena's Verdancia, but otherwise seemed unscathed and rather enthusiastic. Each had a tight body, much less mature than Miss Lena's, yet more developed than Sadie's. These girls, in their late twenties, still had that girliness about their demeanor, and each displayed themselves on their backs, or side, so Wyatt could get a full view of every bit of attractive flesh.

"You thought you would get away from us!" They laughed, lifting their legs so their sweet pink slits would open for him to see.

"It's a small town... soooo, it wasn't too hard to find you."

"Plus, your sister is such a doll."

"Such a doll."

Wyatt groaned; his sister was going to get him in big trouble.

"Don't be mad at her! She is doing great as your agent."

"Agent?"

"Oh yeah... she's been doing the rounds finding women for you. She really wants to be an auntie."

"Reeeally wants." They both nodded and agreed.

"How could we argue?" They both slinked to the floor, crawling up to him on their knees, where they begged him to release his cock. Their hands fussed with the front of his pants.

"How could you argue?" Wyatt sarcastically repeated.

With a reliable flick of his zipper, he let it loose for them. Both gasped, an astonishment that Wyatt was growing all too familiar with. He could see the desire in their eyes and between their legs, and his frustration with the town was growing, so his instinct was to vent that frustration on these two girls.

His hands swiftly grabbed their hair tightly. A yelp escaped from each girl, as he twisted their heads to look him in the eye.

"You both want to be good girls?" A cynicism surrounding his sexual affection was growing. Perhaps, he was becomingmore callous. For a second, he regretted his opening salvo; he didn't even know their names yet. But then the two babes' mouths fell open, and they nodded eagerly against his grasp. Some girls just wanted it rough... good thing.

"Good... show me." He pressed their faces against his outstretched girth, its length growing rock hard with aggressiveness.

They wasted no time basting it with their saliva. Up and down the stem, moaning whorishly to prove just how much they wanted it. Wyatt was eager to test just how devoted they were, pulling back one of their heads.

Was Sandy her name? He could not remember, but with a hand holding her hair, he pushed her face down on his girth, watching her violently gag as it hit the back of her throat. She was writhing around on it, yet still acting the good girl. The other gulped nervously, but once her friend was released in a fit of coughing, it was her turn next. Neither did well, but they stayed obediently on their knees.

"You both are good girls." Wyatt patted their heads. Something in him felt dirty treating them like this, but it had been a long and frustrating day, and they looked, instead, to be enjoying it.

"Mmmhmm."

"Super good."

"Wag your tails then." He crossed his arms, looking down at them.

The girls didn't quite get it at first, both looking at one another.

"Wag... your... tails..." he reiterated.

After a moment, one gasped, as if a lightbulb had come on. Turning around, she put her face to the carpet of Wyatt's bedroom, and brought her ass as high as she could and wagged it back and forth.

"Oh!" the other exclaimed, and did the same.

Wyatt groaned approvingly, looking at their sweet slits wag back and forth in front of him. One had a touch of hair, the other looked freshly shaven (although a bit of bumps from razor burn, poor girl). It was clear they came to impress, and they certainly would be leaving with exactly what they wanted.

He gave both of them a good pat on the pussy, feeling the wet stickiness of their cunts on his finger. He got a bit more curious, grabbing one girl on the hip and inserting two fingers into her hole.

"Oh!" Her chirp was surprised, but she moaned approvingly as he felt around her channel.

"Hey, what about me...?" the other's voice was performatively sad and cute.

Wyatt stopped his fingering, taking his sticky fingers and wrapping them around the other's throat in a playful manner.

"Wait your turn," he said sternly, watching her bite her lip.

"Mmmhmmm." She nodded, anxiously.

He had explored enough; pushing the small of his first prize's back, to ensure she went nowhere, Wyatt lined himself up and took the plunge. For the remainder of the night, he sealed yet another pair of conquests, their sweaty, straining going into the wee hours.

Both rough and gentle play ensued; Wyatt's guilt for taking out too much frustration on them melted away, as they all too happily played along. Ultimately, they got exactly what they wanted, their fertile wombs filled 'til leaking, and Wyatt got what he wanted... a nice burn-off of his angst and stress.