Glow Worm 2
The very excellent Evil Dolly wrote a story called Glow Worm, which is hosted on their page http://www.evil-dolly.com/stories.html
This is an unauthorised sequel, which I plan to write directly here over the next few weeks.
Glow Worm 2
"Daphne", the older woman called.
The young woman found herself yanked from her own thoughts, which shielded her from the relentless scrubbing and cleaning that she had begun this early morning. The sun was barely up, and she had been soaking and scraping the carbon from the bottom of the oven for half an hour already.
"I'm busy cleaning"
"I'm busy cleaning, what?" prompted the older woman as she entered the kitchen. The girl stood up, hands in kitchen gloves, apron splashed with soapy water.
"I'm busy cleaning, Mistress" the girl said and lowered her gaze.
"Did you feed Glow Worm yesterday?"
With a chill of ice flowing down her back and to her belly, the realisation that she'd forgotten to feed Glow Worm yesterday sank in. She would like to lie, but she found that she simply could not.
"No, mistress".
"And what did I say would happen if you forgot one more time"?
"...but it's only been two weeks, and I've not got into a proper routine..." implored the girl.
"Proper routine who?"
"Proper routine, mistress"
"So, it's a proper routine that you need. I've been counting the jars in the pantry so I knew that you'd missed yesterday. I have a proper routine. I can help you with a routine..." she said, turned on her heels and left the room.
Daphne (which is not her real name, but one that she hates) felt that feeling in the pit of her stomach for failing to feed Glow Worm change to dread at what might happen next. She reluctantly got back to cleaning the oven.
In the bedroom, the woman picked up Glow Worm as if she weighed nothing, sat on the bed and cradled the peach-furry head in her arms. Glow worm had been asleep before being picked up and was momentarily startled and confused. The young once-girl could see, somehow, through the light and dark that she could sense, that it wasn't Daphne, and she was terrified. She'd had nothing to do with her mutilator since the first day of captivity and this was unexpected.
"Are you OK?" the woman asked? The tenderness in her voice was also unexpected.
The girl was not OK, and had no way of communicating it to anyone. For the past few days she had felt quite unwell, and had stopped crawling around the house looking to bathe in the sunlight. She had found that by lying under the front room window in the morning, and by the glass doors at the back in the afternoon she could soak up the sunlight, which she had been told made her glow more brightly at night, and made her feel extra-contented when she was being cuddled by Daphne. The last couple of days she was hurting, and had no vocabulary to communicate, other than to shake her head and use her stubby, restricted hands to point to her belly.
"I know, she's not been feeding you regularly."
Glow worm vigorously shook her head, pulsed her tail as energetically as the meagre power in her muscles would allow, and pointed at her belly with both constrained hands. It was not hunger. This was something else. It had been building up for the last few days. She hoped that the woman would understand.
"Not food then? And your breath stinks!"
The woman moved Glow Worm off her lap and arranged her straight on the bed, the tail draping onto the floor. She began to move her hands over the fur from the head and worked slowly over a five minute period down to the tip of the tail.
"Hmmm. I can see what's wrong. Let's clean your mouth up first. Open wide"... The woman put her finger in Glow worm's mouth and moved it round, over the ridged gums and under her tongue, using her finger somehow as a muck remover. She removed her finger and wiped the filthy residue off and into the bin. For the first time in many days Glow Worm's mouth was as if it were on the first day.
"...and come with me..." and the former girl felt herself grabbed by the tail and dragged through the house to the bathroom, her torso and head thumping on the floor off the bed and being dragged carelessly around door-frames. She lay face up with her head by the bathroom door, draped across the floor, the end of her tail near the toilet.
"Put the end of your tail over the bowl". Glow Worm did what she could but did not have the power to lift her tail up that far. The tail would barely move off the floor. The woman put her finger against Glow Worm's temple and it seemed like she was dialling up the muscle power in the last few sections of the tail. After a couple of minutes, glow worm could just reach up and drape the tip of her tail over the rim of the bowl.
Under her breath the older woman muttered, mostly to herself, "Now to give you an arsehole, lie still little one, this is going to hurt, there's some internal plumbing to do. It's in there somewhere, I just need to find it and pull it along." The heat, the vibrations, the pulling and stretching of the internal organs. The feeling of her fingers inside the flesh, under the folds of fuzz skin, under and through the ring muscles. And then she was holding the end of the tail in her hands and right at the now slightly blunt end was the puckered tip of the end of glow worm's recovered rectum. Tapping it as if giving it a telling off, "You're going to pee through this as well. Now, if you so much as think of making any kind of mess anywhere around the house, you'll have this luxury revoked. Do you understand?" Glow worm nodded as solemnly as she could. "Right, put it over the edge of the bowl and let go". Glow worm could not work out what she needed to do to 'let go' - the feeling of her insides were all unfamiliar and wrong.
"This is not the only modification to you that I have in mind, but that will come later. I'm going to practice on Daphne first, lucky you, and I know that I could make all the changes to Daphne that I wanted to in one go, but it will be such fun to watch her manage the intermediate changes, but don't you go telling her. I know you think that I'm a beast. Well, I am. Flush when you are done. You can make your own way back to the bedroom."
Back in the kitchen Daphne was finishing the cleaning and a few minutes later the older woman reappeared at the door.
"You know that you've not been cleaning her mouth properly, and that the baby food has gone rancid on the fur in her mouth. We will have to stop that happening as well. Do you have a loose skirt? No? Then drop by the thrift store on the way home and get yourself something with an elasticated waist and plenty of room. Have you got any dark coloured leggings? No? Get yourself a cheap pair of those as well. And don't feed the worm any food today."
Daphne cleared up after herself, gathered her things together and left for college for the day.
Glow worm spent the next hour attempting to work out what she needed to do, and just lay on the bathroom floor with the end of her tail oscillating and pulsing gently just over the lip of the bowl. It's not like she had anything else to do but figure out how her new lower body was meant to work. Anyone watching would have seen nothing happening externally. Then suddenly and unexpectedly the right configuration of feelings and actions, and letting go occurred and she went. It was not dramatic, it just took a while, and when she finished she felt considerably better. She wasn't sure what she did, or whether she could do it again in a hurry, but so far this could be considered a good day.
Now was the puzzle of flushing the toilet, which she knew she must do - the river of thought that flowed through her made any other action impossible to contemplate. She only had enough power to get her tail as high as just over the rim of the toilet bowl, and not high enough from the floor to reach the handle. A direct approach of simply reaching up with the end of her tail was fruitless. She did now have a 'power tail' as she began to think of it, but not quite strong enough, and this was simply a puzzle to solve.
She didn't get to solve it today though. The older woman came in, dragged her out of the bathroom by her head, dumped her in the corridor, closed the door, flushed, and after a while, flushed again.
Glow Worm was already on her back, which was a good start. She could not move at all on her front on carpet because her huge breasts splayed out under and to the sides of her belly, and gripped the floor like large pads of uncontrollable velcro, so she could only make inching progress around the house on her back, facing upwards. She began to actively pulse her tail and found that with the extra power just received, could scoot along at a slightly better pace, rubbing the back of her head, her shoulders and elbows and glutes on the ground. She was half way back to the bedroom when the woman came silently up to her and kick-rolled her onto her front, then watched as she laboriously wriggled and squirmed herself back onto her back. The woman kicked her onto her front again, and watched dispassionately, as a cat does when watching the last wriggling moments of a fatally wounded mouse it was playing with.
Glow Worm stayed still, not sure what this silent intimidation game was about. The woman moved away. Glow Worm repeated the complicated wriggling and squirming to allow herself to roll onto her back, and resumed the long, slow crawl to the bedroom.
The woman gathered her coat, keys and purse, and left for the day in the van.
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Daphne was first to return, did not find Glow Worm in her room and guessed rightly that she was by the back door, sunning herself in the heat. She never seemed to overheat despite being in full sunlight behind the glass. Daphne left Glow Worm there, went to her room and continued her studies.
Later on the older woman returned in the van, parked it in the garage and went straight to Daphne's room.
"Hi. You need to empty the van. I've brought you inspiration and me, dinner. Go get the mother and the kid from the van."
The woman lived for these moments - watching all the thoughts of horror pass across her face as she figures out what was just said.
"Fuck. What the fuck have you done now!"
"I have bought both of us a present. Something to inspire you and food for me, you know how I like raw things. Go and take a look".
Daphne attempted to resist, but had given up any real hope of doing so some time ago, so went to the van with a terror in her heart at what she would find. She opened the door, and found cowering in the darkness a baby goat and a mother goat. The mother had black, white and brown markings on her face, short horns and her body was mostly brown. The baby goat was tiny and mostly brown.
"Cute aren't they. I didn't even steal them. I went to an auction and paid actual money for them."
"Where are you going to keep them?"
"It will only be a couple of days. In that sack is the chain, collar and stake, and the kid won't wander far. We'll put them in the back yard, there's easily enough grass for a couple of days, and it will be nice company for Wormitha... and for you".
"For me? I have no interest in goats at all, I don't even like them"
"You will, you'll see".
Daphne got the icy fear of dread. Why goats? What do goats have to do with anything? Both women worked on sorting out the stake, chain and collar, then lead the reluctant goats out of the van. The mother goat was really reluctant to anywhere near the older woman, so she left that to Daphne, and soon after the two animals were in the back yard, with a bucket of water, enough grass and somewhere sheltered to sleep. Both goats were silent, and Daphne guessed that their power to make any vocal noise had been prohibited by some 'index-finger against the temple' work. Wormitha had emerged, having sensed the vibrations in the soil of people being near, and watched silently from the cover of vegetation at the side of the garden.
