The Velvet Curtain
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Inner Journey - Chapter 6 [Unfinished] [Old Story]
🕑 Added 2025-06-27 16:39:17 +0000 UTCTheodora had smiled as she saw Rex walk into the meditation room several moments after she had chosen her spot near the wide glass window and completed the strange shape quiz. She had always preferred angles on shapes to curved lines, and so her answers had reflected that fact. Rex had smiled as well, for she knew they could both feel the energy between them, and chosen the mat next to hers. She reddened, remembering the moment she had thought about him rather involuntarily, in a moment of animalistic ecstasy, but kept her composure and gave him a wink rather than a verbal greeting.
“Glad to see you here,” he said, and then looked toward the front of the room as who Theodora assumed was their meditation leader entered.
“Good morning to you too, rabbit,” she whispered, and watched him grow red. She had no idea where the nickname had come from, but she supposed it was a funny enough thing to identify him by his meal the night before. After all, he had a little bit of a jumpy air about him, however much he tried to hide it. With another glance at him as the instructor began to speak, she wondered if the morning light revealed more white in his brown hair than she had noticed in the low dinner lights.
“All right, meditation,” the instructor – he had a name tag that said Richard – began with a smile. “So glad to see four of you. A full class for the first day, in terms of how things are run here. Let’s see...Theodora, Rex, Stella, and Bev, yes?” The four students of meditation nodded, and Richard gave a warm smile.
“Wonderful. I would argue that you are about to have the most relaxing beginning to your retreat. And I am pleased to set you on that journey. Now, before we begin, there are a few things…”
Theodora began to drift away from Richard’s voice. She had done meditation before, and though perhaps it was likely he would have different techniques, she preferred her own, and she hadn’t gotten a chance to look at the view out the window yet. It was the same view, it seemed from the front of the building. She hadn’t seen it from this height, but she smiled as she looked out at the green-covered mountains, the very distant peaks beginning to be topped in snow. She could imagine what the air smelled like, and had to reign herself back in before she went on daydreaming too long.
“Theodora,” came a soft whisper, and she turned to see Rex glancing at her through a side eye. She raised her eyebrows in question, and he continued, “Have you ever done this before?”
She gave a nod, and Rex nodded in understanding. The two turned back to the front just as the lights were being dimmed remotely, and a speaker from somewhere began playing the sounds of a small river or waterfall. Theodora made sure she was comfortable, and closed her eyes to Richard’s instructions, placing one hand on her stomach and feeling it rise and fall as she breathed. In no time she could feel herself drifting, finding that mental space between waking and sleeping where she focused on nothing but the feel of the air as it entered her lungs and expanded her belly, and the feel of it leaving when she exhaled. Each time she felt thoughts enter her brain, little distractions about her clothes, or her work, or the state of her bedsheets, she centered herself again on her breathing. Her body felt heavy and warm, as if she couldn’t move even if she tried. The sense of calm that came over her also relieved tension, and she could no longer feel the minutes passing, or hear Richard’s voice guiding them, as she found her safe space in her mind.
“Think not of the one you love, but of the one you want to love,” came Richard’s voice quite suddenly, clear and audible. Theodora nearly jumped at the sound, but her body was still heavy and did not move. She could feel herself still breathing, but now, somehow, Richard’s voice had entered this space and was, if anything, making her feel even more calm. A tiny part of her mind thought about how strange his words had been, but his voice was warm and comforting, and she wanted more than anything else to listen and understand what he meant.
“You love yourself. Think of yourself. Think of the most animalistic part of you.” At his words, a shiver ran down Theodora’s spine. They seemed to take control of her, and she could do nothing but listen. “What do animals want that we want? What do animals do that we do? You know the answer, I know you do. For you are an animal too, and there is one thing that animals want above all else. Feel that animal inside of you, that urge, that instinct. Grab it and hold onto it. Don’t let it go. You want that animal inside of you, because you are the animal, and the animal is you.”
Theodora gasped, feeling all of the warmth in her body pooling in her most sensitive areas. She had never imagined herself like an animal before, but now she felt that urge just as strongly as any other natural urge. It grew in her belly, in her chest, expanding past her body as if there was more of her. She could feel the strength growing in her, building in her like it was always meant to. She rocked her hips once and felt a great rush of electrified energy bombarding between her legs.
“Very good,” Richard continued. “You are doing so well. Accept that this animal is a part of you, and what it wants, you want. Why would you ever want anything different? You want this animal, and this animal wants you. Feel it take you, overcome you, fulfill you.”
Theodora’s mouth fell open, and she felt the strength inside of her push. She rocked again, clawing at her stomach and her knee as waves of pleasure throbbed up her entire body and beyond. She could imagine herself so large, so strong. Her hand moved up her thigh and scratched again, and the sensitive skin beneath her yoga pants pimpled at the sensation.
As her breaths grew more ragged, her lean arms suddenly popped, the muscles beneath the skin growing slowly in mass and in strength. She coughed, feeling a deep, low hum echo up her throat. The muscles in her thighs grew strong, stretching the thin material, and she could feel how engorged her clitoris had quickly become. It throbbed as her hand moved closer and closer, yearning to feel and rub and pump. On her stomach, dark brown hairs sprouted around her belly button, sparsely covering the area and thickening minutely. Muscles formed in her abdomen, strengthening her stomach beneath a healthy layer of pudgy fat. Bit by bit, her spine extended a millimeter at a time, stopping only an inch taller than before.
Theodora felt powerful, like she could take anything that she wanted. Take Rex, for example. There was no doubt in her mind that he would be an easy conquest, for he already so desired her. How much more would he desire her when he saw her large and strong and animal. Inhaling through her nose, she could smell him, and the scent sent more energy down between her legs. Her engorged clit peeked out between her lips, and she could not hold back any longer. She clutched at it with her fingers and cried out when she finally touched it. The feeling sent shockwaves up her body. She felt so empty and yet so full, and all she wanted was to sate that hunger. She rubbed wildly at her clit, rocking her body back and forth against her fingers, and her other hand clutched her breasts. She moaned and grunted, the pitch of her voice sliding downward just a hair, and she could feel herself getting close.
There were so many smells around her. She couldn’t even recognize them all. But the smell of prey, that she knew. Rex was beside her and he wanted her and she wanted him, and one day she would take him. She would take his small body in her giant paws and he would cry and yelp in ecstasy as she pounded into his empty cunt and filled him with her seed.
Theodora bellowed as she came, throwing her body back as she felt herself squirting all over her panties, soaking into her yoga pants. Her body shook, and still she rocked back and forth, mimicking a push and pull around her clit before she could no longer hold herself up, and collapsed.
Eventually, the sounds and feelings of the room came back to her. As she opened her eyes and sat up, she felt a cloud fall over her memories, and she struggled to remember what exactly had made her feel so good and so deliciously satisfied. It seemed the others were experiencing the same thing, for they were sitting up with just as much confusion and just as much relaxation in their bodies. Theo looked over to Rex, feeling a twinge in the wet spots between her legs as he looked back, and they smiled nervously at each other. She could see how red his face was, and if anything, it was making his hair look even more white than before.
