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. If you're confused about what's going on in this story, run down to your local video store and rent yourself a copy of "My Neighbor Totoro" which you can almost certainly find in the kidvid section. Send email to the author, with your comments, good or bad, on the story. I can be reached via Internet email as didjeridoo@teamhbbs.com, as Didjeridoo on Throbnet, or by calling the Team H BBS at 510-236-5114. Helping Paws by Didjeridoo 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 trip. 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 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. Some time 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?