Being Runt's boyfriend was a very strange experience. He kept doing and saying creepy things like touching my arm tenderly or calling me, "Sweetie". Creepier still was how erotic I found it all, especially because he seemed genuinely fond of me. For hours at a time it would seem we were a couple and it had always been that way.
But whenever I spent more than a few minutes away from him, reality would come crashing in and I'd consider escaping through the nearest window. Then I would realise I wouldn't get far as a faun and I'd remember why I was doing this in the first place. Over and over again, I would go back willingly into this bizarre nightmare.
My first few minutes as a faun was rocky as I got used to my hooves. I stumbled a lot at first but by the evening I was walking around quite comfortably.
"I think you'll pass," Runt nodded, "We can leave"
"Hold on, I'll put on some clothes," I smiled.
"Nuh uh," He scolded, "You ever seen a faun wearin' clothes?"
"I've never seen a faun," I admitted, "You're not serious?"
"Oh, chillax," He grinned, "Nobody'll recognise you"
He leaned out of the window and checked the sky. "Now's our chance," He grabbed my hand, "Imps can stay hidden from humans, invisible like, but fauns can't so don't let go"
And before I had time to argue we were out the door and into the street.
I felt a bit of a chill around my arms but the hair on my chest and the fur on my legs kept me warm enough. I was more perturbed about walking stark naked down a street full of people and them not seeming to notice me at all. Scared of letting go, I held Runt's hand tighter. He smiled.
"Stop covering yourself," Runt hissed as he led me through a maze of streets and alleyways, "You got a nice dick so walk like you're proud of it. That's how fauns do"
"I don't think I can do this," I whimpered.
"Don't back out now," Imp shot, "Just remember, you're a faun named Figaro. You were born on earth but your parents are from the Fey Realm. And drink a lot of wine, you'll find you can take your alcohol better"
I barely had time to take this in when Runt led us to a door and knocked on it. "Secret Symbol," he nodded towards the image of face with three eyes, "Lets us know where our friends are"
A thin hatch opened and eyes peered out. Moments later the door opened and we were in.
There were creatures everywhere. Fauns and centaurs and people with wings or tails or horns. Things I didn't know the name of and each of them just as naked as me and Runt. Though I didn't see any other Imps.
I began to feel less conscious about my nudity and strutted my stuff as Runt told me.
There was a distinct victorian theme and the room was adorned with sweeping, crimson curtains. A band was playing a quartet of string instruments.
"That guy, over there," Runt indicated a large yet beautiful man with horns and very long ears, "He's the big cheese around here. Get on his good side and he could give me a pardon. Let me introduce you to him"
Runt marched me over and butted into the conversation.
"Greetings, Jean-Pierre," Runt smiled.
"Oh, hello again Imp," the man- demon sneered.
"Have you met my partner, Figaro?" He said quickly, pushing me forward.
"Um, hello?" I stuttered.
This seemed to please Jean-Pierre, looking genuinely interested in me.
"Oh, this is new," he announced, "What a fine specimen you've found. Wine?"
"Oh, er, yes please," I remembered and found a large glass of red wine thrust into my hands.
"Yes, we're very much in love," Runt said, placing one hand on my shoulder while the other caressed my nipple.
"Stop it," I smiled playfully and batted his hand away.
"It shows," Jean-Pierre admired, "Well, Runt, I must say this is a delightful turn of events"
"Thank you, sir. Please excuse me," Runt said suddenly and whispered, "Say nice things about me," before leaving very hastily.
I turned back to Jean-Pierre who was looking at me expectantly.
And then the spell wore off. I was not Runt's boyfriend anymore. Part of me knew I should do as Runt said and get this ordeal over and done with. But part of me considered...what if Runt didn't keep his promise. I didn't trust him in the slightest and here...here was an authority in these matters. If I couldn't go to police about being taken hostage by an Imp, didn't it stand to reason I should try this man?
I considered what to do very carefully.