A Change in Plans
Copyright© 2006 by Asa Strong
Chapter 7: A New Home
Science Fantasy Story: Chapter 7: A New Home - George Rice, a dying, emotionally detached scientist who plans to stage his own accidental death after losing his wife and receiving a terminal cancer diagnosis. At the brink of suicide, he is intercepted by a higher being named Alama, who offers him a chance to “right a terrible wrong.” George accepts and dies—only to be reborn into another world and another body.
Caution: This Science Fantasy Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Science Fiction Isekai First
I awoke with the rising sun, feeling refreshed and alive. Again, I had awoken in the middle of the girls. Somehow I managed to extract myself from them without waking them.
I stood up, stretched, and glanced at the girls all cuddled into a tangle of arms and legs. What a beautiful sight to see first thing in the morning.
“Well, better get moving,” I said to myself. Then I went over to the fire pit and stirred the embers, added some tinder and small sticks, and the fire was restarted for the day.
As I waited for the fire to catch, I pondered the many things that I needed to accomplish today. One of the many tasks to do was to load the wagon early. I really wanted to get to the safety of my mountain home before the end of the day.
The trip yesterday had gone well, but today we would have a full wagonload of goods plus Rocha as a passenger, and we had the stock to take with us as well. The heavier wagonload would make the trip longer to complete. Not to mention, herding the stock would slow us down as well.
Kata joined me, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and said, “Good morning, Donta.”
“Good morning, Little One. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes,” she responded, “I didn’t even have any nightmares last night.”
I smiled at her and said, “That’s good. Why don’t you see if you can get breakfast started, and I will wake up the others?”
“OK, Donta,” she said, turning towards the fire.
I gently woke Rocha and Celle and was greeted with two smiles when they woke up.
“OK, ladies; let’s get moving. We have much to do today. Celle, Kata is starting breakfast. Why don’t you make sure the horses are ready for our trip? Also, see where the rest of the stock is so we can round them up by the time we are ready to leave.”
Celle nodded her head and walked towards where the horses were grazing.
“Rocha, let’s take a look at your shoulder.” I asked and then opened up her bodice. Once the bandages were removed, it was apparent that the wound looked much better.
A close inspection showed that the wound was healing and no pus was present. If we could keep the wound open and clean, it should heal from the inside with no trouble.
Rocha would probably have limited movement in her left arm for the rest of her life. However, that was far better than no arm or death from the infection. I was pleased with the progress of healing and re-dressed the wound with clean cloths.
Kata called us to breakfast, and we quickly ate.
After breakfast, Kata and I loaded the wagon while Celle harnessed the horses. Then, Celle and Kata rounded up the stock. After loading Rocha in the back of the wagon, I tied the young bull to the back of the wagon with a rope like I had done before. I also tied the two cows to the wagon. It was time to leave for my house in the mountains.
We left the clearing as the sun was coming over the tree-tops to the east. The sky was clear, and it looked like it would be a beautiful day.
The trip was slow since we did not dare to push the horses more than necessary, and we had to keep the stock moving in the right direction. However, the slow trip gave me some time to do some thinking.
I had to decide what I needed to do with the women. It was apparent that they believed that they belonged to me, and there was not much I could do about that. I was concerned about how I felt. I was no longer George Rice, but was I really Donta? It seemed that I was now a combination of both individuals, and I was trying to settle into this new Donta persona.
I had no idea what Alama had in store for me to accomplish and decided it was not worth worrying about. It would be what it would be. My real concern was me and how I was beginning to feel about the three women now in my life. As George, I had never been able to open myself up to a real relationship with women. Donta also had little experience with women. He basically lived the life of a recluse and only saw women when he made infrequent trips to trade his furs for goods.
One thing I did know was that I was attracted to all of the women in my new life and felt a closeness that I had never experienced before. Was it love? I don’t know, but it was more than I had ever felt for anyone before.
It really made no difference, as I thought about it. I was taking charge and wanted the responsibility. Time would tell how this would all play out, and I would just have to deal with the consequences later.
We reached my mountain home about mid-afternoon. Kata, Celle, and I unloaded the wagon, placing much of what we had brought into the house. The rest was placed in a corner of the barn until we could figure out what to do with it.
We turned the stock out into the meadow behind the barn. The grass was high and lush and should provide good feed throughout the summer.
With the wagon unloaded and the stock taken care of, I settled down in my chair by the fireplace and started to unwind. Now that I had reached my home, much of the pressure I felt was relieved. I felt safe; very few people came this far into the mountains, and I was unaware of anyone who knew where my house was located.
While we had been unloading the wagon, Rocha had felt good enough to start unpacking and stowing the small items we had brought into the house. I was happy to see that she was up and moving about.
I was also worried she would overdo it and said, “Rocha, please take it easy. It looks like your wound is healing, and I don’t want you to tire yourself.”
Rocha came over and sat beside me, then asked, “Donta, how come you built such a large house if you only live here?”
“I don’t know,” I answered. “I think it was just to take up time. In the summer, there was not much to do, so I would build on the house.”