Tom’s parallel world – 6

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Tom was slowly waking up with morning wood, Kitty shook him, “Come on lazy head, no sex this morning we have a lot to do and you are going fishing.” He got up and pulled on now grubby clothes, he could smell his last few days’ sexy adventures on his clothes now.

“I’ll see if we can get you some clothes Tom, but for now just get dressed and moving,” Kitty said wrinkling her nose up laughing.

Tom went downstairs to find some of the best-smelling bacon baps he had ever smelt, and Brenda saying, “I understand this is what you humans like.” He noticed Brenda smelled slightly different today, not a generic dog smell, but a warm more unique to her. The three of them sat in the kitchen and wolfed down breakfast.

The human family arrived just as Tom finished laying their table. Oddly, this morning each one seemed to have a unique odour, once again the daughter was trying to catch Tom’s eye, she smelt the sweetest. Her mother, who had a slightly sour odour, was getting frustrated that her little son just would not sit, preferring to stare out the window at what was happening outside on the beach.

Tom seeing the bright sunny morning outside suggested to the family taking breakfast outside, the young lad couldn’t contain himself and ran out cheering into the garden, surrounded by the low wall. The Mother was not happy but father and daughter helped Tom take two small tables and chairs out.

Hot tea and cereals calmed things down. The daughter wasn’t as keen as her little brother to watch the sea, so watched Tom instead. As Tom cleared their tables with an arm full of empty bowls, he felt a pinch on his bum. He spun round to catch the daughter blushing. Her parents not noticing, looking the other way, distracted by Captain Brown walking up and down, looking every part the Top Dog Captain.

After they had finished the cooked portion of their breakfast the father spoke to Tom, “We’ve enjoyed the hospitality and have booked another night, what is the chance of maybe a fishing trip, just for me and the lad, nothing too long, just an hour?”

“Well, I am off with Captain Brown today and I will ask him what is possible,” replied Tom.

Looking at his wife, Tom knew this wasn’t her idea, but the little boy was ecstatic, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Tom cleared the table and returned into the pub to find Kitty smiling, “Well you have gone and done it now. The humans are pleased with your service, the pub and `its boisterous atmosphere’. They have already posted a glowing report in the accommodation advertisers and booked to stay again tonight. You need to pull something out of that magic bag of yours.”

Tom was dumbfounded. How did they have time, with no visible telephones or computers anywhere and they had barely spoken to Kitty when they came down? With the family back upstairs, tables cleared, Tom carried all the furniture back inside and had a quick cup of tea with Kitty, finishing just as Kitty nodded to the clock.

As Tom left, the family was also coming out for a day’s walking, so he opened and held the gate for them. The daughter hung back to be last out, but it was just to grab his crotch. “Packing meat,” she whispered and smiled wickedly at him, as she passed to follow her parents.

On the beach, Captain Brown’s boat was almost ready to launch. Very typical of all the boats leaving the cove, being a small inshore fishing boat, barely 5 meters long, with a small wheelhouse at the front and a small crane to lift crab pots using a wheel. The boat was already 3/4 in the water, being held by another dog holding a rope. Tom got there and jumped aboard. The rope was released and the boat slipped down into the ocean, now free from the land.

Tom looked up and the human family was on the grass spit by the bench and the little boy was waving. Tom waved back, turned to see Captain Brown also waving with a smile, so he wasn’t all bad. Captain Brown had the motor running, spun the boat around and headed out to sea, the little boat bobbing along on the calm water.

Tom stood by the little wheelhouse next to Captain Bob, who was now puffing on a pipe. “Thanks for being prompt, Tom lad. Do you know which house is mine?” Captain Brown said, waving his pipe end around the cove.

“No, Captain Brown,” said Tom, how could he know? Although he could see Sarah’s cottage to the right of them above the low cliffs and was sure that was Sarah outside sunning herself already.

“Just Captain will be ok whilst you are on my boat. That house up there is mine.” He pointed with the end of his pipe up to a big house on the left side of the cove, higher up on a hill above the cliffs.

“Do you know why I live there Tom?” He asked but answered it himself, “I can see anything that comes around the cliff path opposite from Church Cove.”

Tom gulped, thinking he knew what may be coming next.

“Can you see my good Bitch wife waving from the top window?” As Captain Brown waved back, Tom could see her, and nervously waved.

“When I am at sea, she keeps a lookout after storms from that window and saw you two mornings ago walk along the cliff path. She saw you talk to Sarah and enter her cottage. I’ll cut to the chase Tom I know you didn’t come through our Church Cove, which means that you have come here from a parallel world and to date that has only brought danger to my village.”

The Captain looked directly at Tom, “If Sarah hadn’t come out that afternoon to sunbathe you would have been met by a pack, run down, and this would be a very different boat trip. You have won Sarah and Kitty over, and for that reason have some trust in you, both speaking out in your favour.”

Tom felt sick, but not from being at sea.

“Last night you put up a convincing act. I tip my hat off to you. Now, I can help you, I can predict which night another storm will occur for you to return to your homeworld. You would only have to take a walk, stop at the right spot and be transported back to your world.” Captain Brown was very serious and looking Tom straight in the eye.

“No, I wouldn’t want to go. Even if you could guarantee that I could return to the correct parallel world. I don’t want to go as I like it here. Last night I felt I belonged. I love Sarah and Kitty and I even like you fisherdogs. I have nothing left to go back to, no job, no girlfriend, no house, nothing.” Tom replied, thinking this may decide his future here.

“Haha, I am so glad you have said that Tom. We’ve been watching you like hawks and Sarah is alive and well. You impressed me last night. You are still on thin ice, mind you, but for now, you can stay. Stay here that is, no wandering off away from the cove, not just yet.” Captain Brown confirmed.

“Thanks, I appreciate that. So how this transporting between parallel worlds works? Especially as you can predict them.” asked Tom.

“Well, it’s embarrassing really. We travel globally using teleportation by bending space, not the dated de-constructing and re-constructing bodies at a cellular level. Well, in the early days there were mistakes made.” Captain Brown said, explaining.

“The teleportation research station nearby cut corners, and portals resulted from a lack of understanding and control. Now strict rules control the operation of teleportation stations and no new conduits are permissible without worldwide agreement.“

“We think these portals not only cross worlds but time also, scarily once these accidents happened history changed. Records showed events no one could recollect during living history, so we knew these weren’t in our original timeline. So effectively they don’t know if our timeline matches yours. Simple things were apparent, even the cove’s name changed.”

“Ah, so it isn’t called Cadgwith Cove anymore then?” asked Tom.

“No, how do you know that?”

“Because that’s its name in my world.”

“Well, about the time the problems first started, all the maps and signposts changed to Dogwatch Cove. Signalling that the conduits had appeared historically and our timeline had changed.” Captain explained

“We also know that landmasses aren’t the same between worlds. Some portals appear over the sea, sometimes depositing travellers in the sea, and we think visa versa. Some travellers aren’t mammals like us. The Merpeople also keep a vigil on the cliffs and have found lizard-like creatures deposited in the sea, thankfully the last record of this was hundreds of years ago.”

“Unfortunately, none of these travellers’ are like you. Some have been quite violent in the past. Luckily it seems technology doesn’t seem to pass through the portals, as one violent traveller was wearing some form of a military uniform with locations for weapons on his person.”

“Ah, that is why my phone and watch didn’t come with me,” said Tom. “So what happens to the souls that appear and take a fishing trip with you? Do you feed them to the Mermaids?”

“haha, that old wives’ tale. No, of course not. How barbaric do you think we are? I take them along the coast to the corporation sanitarium, although I haven’t done that trip in years. They don’t live long, even when surrounded by human doctors and nurses; they just can’t cope with the initial travel. You’re a lucky one as you’re not exhibiting any of the usual signs of lunacy!”

“Well, that satisfies me and I have a proposition, the real reason for this trip.” Captain Brown said, looking sheepish.

“You met Becky, my daughter last night. Well, all her bitch friends, she went to school with, have dog friends, ready to share university with, but not Becky. None of the dogs in the area will court her out of respect for me as her father. As a result, she has a bad temperament and short with everyone, except this morning.” Captain Brown left that hanging and looked at Tom.

Shite thought Tom starting to panic, he knows? No, he can’t do.

“This morning, she was completely different, nice, charming. We even heard her singing in her bedroom. We don’t know what made the difference, but Brenda said it was your stern command that she responded to and put her on the straight and narrow.”

Ha-ha, no it wasn’t, it was 3 orgasms and a blow job thought Tom, Jeez I know how to walk a tightrope.

“So with all the regional dogs as good as out of bounds, she will see you as some kind of trophy.”

“Trophy, How?”

“Well, unfortunately, she overheard her mother’s nickname you `Sarah’s sex toy’, as it seemed as if she had you locked in her cottage. So you know, if she wins you, she will have her own sex toy trophy. So you need to woo her.”

“Err, I am not sure what you mean Captain.” Tom was cottoning on though.

“Court her, bed her, break her virginity, for goodness’ sake do I have to spell it out?” Captain said frustrated at being forced to say it out loud, glancing away to avoid eye contact.

Shite, thought Tom, too late mate!

“Just for the summer, so she will go to university, with a notch on her bedpost, so to speak.