4.31 – The Truth

4.31 – The Truth

Zoey woke to an unfortunate mess.

A blonde woman glared at her, arms crossed, blue eyes like daggers.

“I put towels down for you,” Rosalie huffed, “but you really like to pump it out, so it only did so much. Do you have any consideration? We’ve ruined our bedsheets enough as is.”

Zoey sat up in bed, blinking in disorientation. She looked down at herself. She’d really made a mess of her pants. She wasn’t embarrassed half as easily as Rosalie was, but having a wet dream—and her girlfriend apparently watching it happen—was something that had her face burning.

“Sorry,” Zoey said. “Yeah. I guess I didn’t think that through.” She’d expected what sorts of dreams she’d be getting, so she should have made better preparations.

“Clearly.”

“Enjoy the show, at least?”

Rosalie’s face turned crimson, and she started sputtering. “What show? You think I watched you?”

She definitely had. That removed some of Zoey’s embarrassment, though filling her pants up with cum was ... still awkward. At least her deviant girlfriend had had fun with it.

“I’ll, uh, get cleaned,” Zoey said. “And then we need to talk.”

“Talk?”

“I learned some stuff during my expedition.” She shook her head. “I think our vacation’s gonna cut short.”

That caught Rosalie’s attention, for all her blushing and glaring. She sensed the gravity behind Zoey’s words. “In your dream?”

For the first time, Zoey paused.

What had happened in the dream world had been real, right? Not actually a dream?

She hadn’t imagined all of that?

Zoey supposed it was a non-zero chance she had. At the same time, the consequences of believing that, then the events being real, far outweighed the waste of rushing to Mel’s shard and checking on her. Even if fake, Zoey wouldn’t be able to rest until she confirmed it for certain.

“In my dream,” Zoey said. “Yeah. But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a dream in the usual sense.” She stood, awkwardly clutching the towel to her leg as she did. Cum dripped down her leg, and Zoey cursed as she tried to stop it from getting into the carpets. “Why do I have to make so much of a mess?” she growled. “Where does it even come from?”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Rosalie said simply, seeming, for some reason, vindicated by Zoey’s complaints.

She shuffled off to the bathroom, then sighed and dumped the towels. After stripping her pants, she turned on the shower and waited for it to warm. With a wrinkled nose, she looked down at the cum coating her leg. Her pants were probably ruined.

“If you saw I forgot to take my pants off,” Zoey said, “couldn’t you have done that for me, too? You put towels down.”

Still. How was a girl supposed to just explain she was from another planet? Or, god, another dimension, really. Or reality, whatever the term was.

“I’m an alien,” Zoey said. Then, laughing, she said, “Okay, no, I said I’d be serious. But technically, I might be?” She sobered up. Now wasn’t the time to be making jokes, however much the absurdity of the situation had brought it out. “Sorry. Uh. Are ‘other worlds’ something normal, here?”

Rosalie, understandably, stared at her.

“I didn’t tell you because my patron suggested that I shouldn’t. And I wasn’t sure whether it was a suggestion or an order. You’ve called me reckless, but even I didn’t think upsetting a divine being the smartest thing to do. But I recently got the go-ahead, so, now we’re talking about it.”

Er. Assuming Ephy hadn’t been a fragment of Zoey’s imagination, and the dream sequences had been real, not inventions of her mind. That would be a rather unfortunate series of events leading to a divine smiting.

Rosalie continued to stare.

“Anyway,” Zoey said. “Are they? Other worlds, common? Something you know of?”

“You’re saying you’re from one?”

Zoey shrugged. Not because she was playing coy about it, but because she was agreeing with Rosalie’s incredulity. A shrug that meant, ‘yeah, pretty insane, isn’t it’?

“I half-way figured since this entire place is a bunch of linked pocket-worlds,” Zoey said, “that maybe it’d sound a little less crazy?”

Plus all the magic. She didn’t think this reveal would be easy to digest, but heapings of magic and already living in a universe comprised of miniature worlds stitched together would make Zoey’s claims go down easier than if she’d tried to sell it to a resident of Earth. Or that was the hope, at least.

“Patron,” Rosalie said. “Who?”

That she wasn’t dismissing Zoey outright was a good sign. Though, by her expression, she was hardly accepting it without question, either.

“Ephythithys,” Zoey said. “She says Ephy is fine. But she said she’s not your world’s goddess, so I don’t think you know her?”

“Ephythithys,” Rosalie repeated, expression turning from careful and incredulous to flat. “Your patron is the goddess of fertility and lust.”

Zoey paused. So Rosalie’s world did have a name for Ephy? The details behind how gods and goddesses worked across worlds were unclear.

“I mean,” Zoey said. “Considering my class and abilities ... it makes sense, right?”

Rosalie only seemed exasperated. “It would, yes.” She rubbed her forehead. “Your patron? Start from the beginning.”

They’d broached the hardest part—Zoey’s origins and her entanglement with Ephy. She didn’t know if Rosalie believed her, but getting started was the hard part.

Now came detailed explanations, and hopefully, convincing her that she wasn’t insane.

And, after that, how they needed to go and rescue Mel.

Zoey took a breath in, then hunkered down for a long, ridiculous conversation.