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The following story is copyright 1993 by Didjeridoo. 
Some characters are copyright by Miyazaki Hayao. You may 
redistribut this story freely in any electronic medium 
provided that no charge is made for the distribution. 
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Helping Paws
by Didjeridoo (didjeridoo@teamhbbs.com*)

***

What is Totoro? He has been called many things from "a 
giant furry thing" to "a rabbit-like spirit". Basically, 
he is a spirit of the forest. Totoro is not a 
traditional Japanese character: he came completely from 
Miyazaki's imagination. However, he is obviously a 
mixture of several animals: tanukis (the Japanese 
version of raccoons), cats (the pointed ears and the 
facial expressions), and owls (the chevron markings on 
their chests and the "ooo"-ing sound they make with 
their ocarinas at night). (F/beast, fantasy, cheat, 
preg)

***

I had always thought that Totoro was only visible to 
children; Mom and Dad had never been able to see him, 
and when I started menstruating, I stopped seeing him 
too. Now, though, I realize that I must have stopped 
seeing him because I expected to... I'm glad I was 
wrong!

Perhaps I should back up a bit. I first met Totoro when 
I was 8, and spent many hours with him over the next few 
years. Eventually, though, as I grew up and started 
doing "grown-up things", I started to see him less and 
less, until I stopped seeing him altogether. I went away 
to college, and then work. I married, and after a few 
years we decided we were ready to have a baby. I guess 
that's really where this story starts.

We tried for months, but I never got pregnant. We went 
to a fertility specialist, who assured us that there was 
no reason why I shouldn't get pregnant, but despite 
everything we tried, we never succeeded. To make it 
worse, we were so intent on my getting pregnant that sex 
stopped being fun. I'd cum, and instead of relaxing in 
the afterglow, I'd find myself thinking; "Thank God 
that's over with. Now I can go to sleep."

As you can imagine, we were really getting upset about 
it. Finally the doctor suggested that we might just be 
trying too hard. "Relax a little," he said. "Take a 
couple of days off and take a little vacation. Don't 
have sex to have a baby; wait until you both want to 
make love for yourselves. Maybe if you take some of the 
pressure off of trying to get pregnant it will work 
better."

We talked it over, and decided it was worth a try. We 
each took a week off from work, and rented a small house 
in the country near where I grew up. The first couple of 
days were dreadful. We were both so upset and 
uncomfortable that we leaped at the opportunity to 
ignore each other for a while. 

I guess we really went a little too far, though, going 
off separately to explore, and really only seeing each 
other for dinner and at bedtime. After three days of 
this, though, I was ready to scream. I wanted my husband 
back, not this stranger who shared my table and bed. I 
just couldn't bring myself to say anything.

The third night was when things changed. I was awakened 
around 1 AM by a tapping sound at the window. Not sure 
quite why, I slipped out of bed, and crossed the room. I 
peered out the window, and there on the outside ledge 
was a familiar figure. Little Totoro, no bigger than he 
had been the last time I had seen him, stood there 
looking in at me.

I stared at him in amazement, but when he hopped off the 
window ledge and began to run towards the trees, I 
didn't even hesitate long enough to put on my slippers 
before running for the door. I must have been quite a 
sight, running across the grass naked, with my hair 
streaming out behind me.

Little Totoro disappeared into the undergrowth, but I 
was only a couple of steps behind him, and followed him 
into the well-remembered hole that led to the Totoros' 
den. It wasn't until he popped out of sight downwards 
that I even began to consider what I was doing: chasing 
a myth, stark naked, in the middle of the night. I 
almost turned back then, but I realized that if I was 
going insane, it was an insanity I wanted, and down the 
hole I went.

There they were at the bottom, lined up and waiting for 
me. I pulled myself up short, and, after a moment to 
catch my breath, bowed to them. The three of them bowed 
back to me, and then the biggest one, the one I always 
thought of as "Totoro", stepped forward with his arms 
spread wide. 

Somehow I knew he was welcoming me back, and I stepped 
forward and buried my face in his fur. His arms went 
around me, and his hug unlocked all the frustration that 
was locked up inside of me and I began to cry into his 
chest. It felt like I cried for hours as he stroked the 
back of my head.

Finally my tears stopped, and I began talking, telling 
Totoro about everything that had happened in the years 
since I had seen him last, everything good, and 
everything bad. I just couldn't stop; it all just seemed 
to pour out of me as I talked until, when I had 
finished, I just stood there in his arms, totally limp.

After a moment, Totoro picked me up and held me at arm's 
length, as he used to do when I was a child. He looked 
me up and down, like he had never seen me before, and 
then made that silly "wurfling" noise that always made 
me laugh. He extended his tongue, and swept it across my 
face, from my chin to my hairline.

I stared at him for a moment, he looking back at me with 
that solemn expression of his, his saliva dripping off 
my chin, and then I burst into giggles as the silliness 
of my position struck me. "Put me down, please?" I 
asked.

He tipped me a bit sideways, and looked at me with a 
puzzled expression, as if he couldn't figure out why I 
would want that, but then he set me down on the edge of 
his sleeping area, the raised section of the den, filled 
with leaves. After I had settled myself comfortably on 
the lip, he reached out with one paw, and very carefully 
poked me right between my breasts. It wasn't a hard 
push, but it was just hard enough. I fell over backwards 
into the leaves.

I looked up laughing, just in time to see Totoro leap 
into the air, directly towards me. Somehow, in midair he 
slipped sideways, landing beside me instead of on top of 
me, and hurling thousands of leaves into the air, where 
they swirled for a minute, before settling on 
everything. One particularly large one hit me squarely 
in the face and stuck there, held by the saliva that 
still hadn't completely dried.

Still laughing, I batted the leaf away, and leapt on 
Totoro. "See what you did?" I demanded as I landed on 
his chest. Once again he reached out with one paw, and 
before I could move to protect myself, his claw tips 
found my bare ribs. In moments, he had me wiggling in 
all directions and laughing hysterically, frantically -- 
and unsuccessfully -- trying to hide every ticklish part 
of my body from him.

Over and over we rolled in the leaves, until finally we 
came to rest, me holding my sides to keep from throwing 
up from all the laughing, Totoro kneeling (I hadn't even 
realized until then that he had knees!) between my legs, 
one paw on either side of my ribcage, clearly ready to 
resume his assault when I settled down a little. 

To prevent him from starting again, I grabbed his arms 
and pulled, toppling him across me. A big mistake that 
turned out to be, since his fur on my now extremely 
sensitive skin tickled nearly as much as the paws I had 
been trying to avoid. Fortunately, Totoro turned out to 
be incredibly light for his size, no heavier than my 
husband, really, and I managed to squirm out from under 
him without too much trouble.

Totoro rolled onto his side and lay there looking at me, 
and I acted on a mischievous impulse, and leaned 
forward, kissing him on the tip of his nose. His eyes 
opened wide for a moment, and then his tongue shot out, 
and traced a line around the curve of my ear. I felt a 
quick flash of sensual pleasure -- my ears have always 
been a big erogenous zone. "Two can play at that game," 
I told him, before reaching forward to tickle his ears 
with my finger.

I felt his arm come around me, and his paw began to move 
slowly up and down my back, tracing sensual curves from 
side to side across my spine, and then down to my hips 
and buttocks. Despite myself, I moaned in pleasure and 
snuggled my body close against his, my tickling of his 
ears quickly changing to a passionate caress. This was a 
side of Totoro I had never seen; never even thought of!

His touch became more and more urgent as we lay there, 
and after a time I felt something pressing against my 
leg. I pulled away from him and looked down. His cock 
was in proportion to the rest of him. Far bigger than 
any I had seen, even in pictures. 

I must have lain there looking at it for too long, as 
Totoro gently pushed me onto my back and moved to a 
position between my legs. Somehow the thought that 
Totoro wasn't human never even entered my head; my only 
concern was that if he tried to enter me, I might be 
torn in half!

"Wait..." I said, about to offer to get him off a 
different way, but Totoro just placed a finger on my 
lips in a "hush" gesture. I felt the pressure of his 
cock against the outside of my pussy, and then Totoro 
give a peculiar wiggle, and he was inside me. I felt him 
slide deep inside, filling me as I had never been filled 
before.

He held his gnarled cock inside me for a moment, letting 
me get used to the sensation, and then he began to move, 
slowly stroking in and out of me. The stimulation was 
incredible, and it wasn't long before I was lifting my 
hips to meet him on each in-stroke, wanting him deeper 
and deeper inside me. My orgasm was on me quickly, and 
as the waves of pleasure hit me, I felt heard Totoro 
bellow, and felt his cock jerking inside me, filling me 
with his seed.

Sometime later, I came back to myself with a start, 
realizing that I had no idea how long I had been lying 
in Totoro's arms, half dozing, half cuddling against his 
warmth. Totoro opened his eyes, and flicked his tongue 
against the tip of my nose; a farewell, I was sure.

I took my leave, snuggling my face into Totoro's fur, 
and whispering "Thank you" as I left, and headed back to 
the cottage, filled with a sense of purpose.

I slipped inside just as the sun was rising and tiptoed 
into the bedroom, finding my husband sound asleep, an 
early morning erection raising the covers. Climbing 
under the covers with him, I carefully straddled his 
hips, and lowered myself onto his cock. His eyes opened 
as I slid down, and he smiled as I reached bottom. "I 
love you," he whispered, and "I love you, too," I told 
him as I began to move above him.

-=*=-

Our daughter is five years old now, and she loves the 
stories I tell her about Totoro, though I've never told 
her about what happened the night she was conceived. 
She's looking forward to exploring when we return to the 
cottage this summer; I'm sure she wants to meet Totoro 
for herself.

Me? I'm looking forward to returning to the cottage too, 
though for quite another reason: I want my second child 
to be conceived in the same place as the first. My 
husband laughs when I say that, and asks me how I can be 
so sure I'll get pregnant during the short time we'll be 
there. I just smile. 

After all, I can't very well tell him that I'm sure 
Totoro will be helping out, now can I?

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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