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Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

The girl giggled at her lack of understanding. “Not feeling well, silly.”

Miranda pursed her lips as Aisscylla cupped herself and touched her belly as the boy’s face flushed an even deeper color. “I see,” she said and then her hands were in the young girl’s. “No, I’m not sick. I cannot get sick, nor can my children. Please do not worry over us. Come, eat some soup at our table and after Gillie and me will help you with some special medicine.”

She guided the strange girl to one of the four chairs at the table and Gillie retrieved a bowl of soup for her. The young man joined them and the three sat down around her. “Eat,” the woman said, offering Aisscylla a carved spoon made from whale bone. “The food will help you regain your strength and heal faster.”

“I’m sorry,” the young man blurted out. “Um, about uh…well I guess you don’t remember but uh…sorry.”

Gillie burst into laughter and her mother shot her a scolding look. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Miranda said, looking between her children before settling her kindly gaze on the fayne. “And it’s alright that you don’t remember, I’m sure it will come back to you. I’ve heard of many cases where sailors hit their heads and forgot something, only to remember it all a week later. It’s clear though that you’re a sprite,” she went on. “A nature spirit of some kind, though I’ve never seen one like you before.”

She gestured at the bowl and the soup. “Please eat, eat!”

“Ask her,” Gillie whispered.

Miranda shot her a look.

“Ask her,” the girl whispered again.

“After she’s been fed and taken care of,” Miranda answered her daughter sternly. “Not before. Are you finished with your soup dear?”
 
the Sprite blinked at the girl. "oh... uhm, i don't recall not feeling well. but then i don't recall much at all." she admitted softly, biting her lip a little. she had a bad feeling about all of this. but then, she had a bad feeling about everything it seamed. she was sure it was just nervousness over not remembering anything. "you can't get sick?" she asked, blinking at her. "are you not human?" she asked curiously. "human's get sick often, i think." the Fayne very rarely got sick. there where a few diseases, like the Wing rot, which could kill, and often did. but they didn't catch colds, or flu or any of the hundreds of diseases that human's contracted. the few diseases that the Fayne did have, where often deadly. "this is a pretty spoon..." she muttered, examining it intently before she looked at the young man. "sorry? about what?" she asked, looking confused. "...it doesn't matter i suppose if i can't remember, and your sorry about whatever it was." she muttered with a smile at the woman. "so you think i will remember?" she asked, looking delightfully hopeful as she took a few sips of the soup, feeling warmed tot he core and delighted by the flavor. "this is wonderful!"

she beamed at the woman and set upon the soup with an almost starving gusto before pondering what she might be. a forest spirit of some sort? that would explain why she didn't look like the other people here. but what had happened to her, and why was the human male so sheepish and upset? "...ask me what?" she asked, looking curious as she finished the last of her soup, her head tilted. "is something the matter? do you need something from me? i can't promise much, i'm sure i don't really have anything..." she admitted. "and i don't think i'm good at many things..." she admitted, considering that for a moment. "...or if i am, i can't remember what they are..." she admitted. "still, you helped me greatly, i think. i will do what i can to return the favor."
 
The young man looked somewhat relieved at her words and a weight seemed to lift from his shoulders.

“See! She’ll help us!” Gillie nearly leapt from her chair with her enthusiasm.

Miranda reached across the table and smacked her daughter upside the back of the head. “Hush you. I’m sorry, I wanted to ask after you’d been taken care of so that it didn’t seem like a trade. As a healer, I will see to you regardless of whether or not you agree to help, and I didn’t want you to think otherwise.”

“Dad’s harpoon was stolen,” Gillie butted in. “He went out to sea one day and never came back. His harpoon washed up broken on the shore and we put it up as his grave marker. Bunch of gnoll raiders came through here and just took it. There’s not even a grave anymore.”

As Gillie spoke, the young man’s hands balled into fists and his face turned dark with anger. It was clear he’d like to go after them himself but for whatever reason could not. Most likely because he had to take care of his mother and sister. Or his mother had simply forbidden him; she seemed a formidable woman even if Gillie was a little disobedient.

“It’s much too dangerous for someone who can’t remember her own name,” Miranda snapped.

“But mom,” Gillie whined. “She’s a sprite. If anyone can get it back it would be a forest spirit. And she had that fancy black cloth in her bag, that would be good for sneaking around in.”

“I told you to stay out of her things,” Miranda said and Gillie suddenly looked sheepish.

“Sorry,” she said to the alleged sprite. “I just wanted to know what a forest spirit carried around with it.”

“Anyways, let’s see about getting you taken care of,” Miranda said, standing up. “Gregory, you clean this up. I don’t think our guest would appreciate a man being a part of this. Gillie, my cauldron.”

Miranda guided Aiscylla back to the room she’d originally woken up in, which could now be recognized as belonging to Gregory, judging by the spare male tunic resting by the bed where it had been casually thrown. Miranda shook her head and picked the garment up, folding it before putting it away.

“Boys,” she said. “Never can get them to keep a room clean, even when they grow up. Take your clothes off dear and lie on the bed. Tell me a bit more about how you feel.”

Gillie entered a second later with the cauldron that had been in the fire behind the stew, closing the door behind her quickly so that Gregory didn’t get a peek inside. She seemed eager, as if she didn’t want to miss any part of this. Perhaps it was the healing art that fascinated her, or maybe she wanted to see what a nonhuman looked like without clothing. Either way, her eyes never left the pair from her position by the door.
 
the Sprite blinked a little, her head tilted. "oh no, i know how healers work." she promised with a nod before looking confused. "i don't know what a Harpoon is..." she admitted. the Fayne didn't use Harpoons, they used Tridents and spears attached to long ropes if they used any weapon at all. mostly they used nets, or dove for the fish themselves. they couldn't swim well because their wings where very heavy in the water, and they sank like stones, but they could hold their breath for a long time, five minutes or so on average, and they could search the shallows for various edible creatures. "i had a bag?" she asked, looking curious, not at all upset that her things had been rifled through. "tell me what a Gnoll is?" she asked, her head cocked. if she was good at anything, it was sneaking. one had to be sneaky to get close enough to a rabbit after all. she knew how to be silent, and still, how to hide her scent and other such things. she wanted to help these people, it was clear the loss of the Harpoon troubled them very much, almost more than the actual desecration of the grave... though without a body, it wasn't much of a grave... the Sprite had to wonder if the man had been eaten at sea... and then paused to wonder where that thought had come from.

honestly she didn't care if Gregory saw her, nudity wasn't really that big a deal to the Fayne after all. communal bathing and healing stations after all. heck, daily grooming was expected, and shared. complete strangers would offer to wash your back. it cemented the bonds of the family, of the Clan. much like a troupe of monkeys, only not as gross. she stripped as soon as she was ordered to and leaned back and spread her legs before the Healer even told her to and stared up at the ceiling. "i don't know how to explain it really... it feels like someone took a pile of saw-grass and pressed it inside me, and scraped the top layer of skin off inside..." she explained. "and it feels..." here she frowned, not really understanding how to put it in words. "like a big old bruise i guess. like i fell and bruised it all up, which is impossible, because a person can't fall onto something like that and bruise everything up inside..." she muttered sourly, frowning a little. "you can look. i don't mind." she promised Gillie with a shrug, flopping her tail off the edge of the bed so that it wouldn't get in the way and let the healer do her work.

"will you bring my bag? maybe there's something in there that i'll recognize." she mused, smiling once it was in her hands. she pondered as she pulled out the two outfits that she'd brought with her, handing them to Gillie to examine as she wanted. out came a well folded bolt of silky material that looked like woken shadow. it had been sewn into the shape of a hooded cloak, a very simple sewing job, but it did the work it needed to. then there was food, dried fish, dried vegetables, jerky of all kinds, dried fruit, even handfuls of already shelled nuts. there where three jars of Medication in there as well, not that the Sprite recognized what it was, and in any case, they appeared to be ruined, a wet, soppy mess. destroyed by whatever the water monster had done to them now. not that the Sprite knew that either. not good for medicine anymore, but it could be used for something else still. "i don't have anything personal..." she muttered, frowning as she realized that was all that was in the bag. two sets of clothes, food, a cloak, and three jars of some soppy wet crap. "that's not very helpful is it?" she asked with a sigh before shaking her head and shoving everything back in. "how bad is the damage?" she asked, looking down at the healer, a little worried about what she was going to find out. she knew there was damage, she just didn't know how bad.
 
“A harpoon’s basically a spear with a rope tied to it,” Gregory explained before the women rushed off to his borrowed bedroom.

Miranda chuckled at the sprite’s lack of embarrassment and settled down between her legs to have a look, gently prodding with her fingers as Aisscylla explained the sensation. The laughter quickly died on her lips and she ducked lower so her patient wouldn’t see her scowling. The girl had clearly been raped, brutally and with something very large. But it was almost as if she had no concept of the thing. She might not even know what sex was from the way she was acting.

“Excuse me,” she said, lifting a candle with one hand and carefully parting Aisscylla’s nether lips with the other so that she could look inside. Cervical bruising for certain. There were a few differences between her patient and a human, otherwise she might have thought the poor girl rendered incapable of bearing children. There were just enough differences however that she somehow didn’t think that was the case.

“This cloak is so baggy,” Gillie said, lifting it up. “Are you supposed to wear a backpack under it or something? Oh, sorry.” She bit her lower lip, suddenly recalling that the sprite had no recollection. She snatched up the little jars of…stuff she couldn’t recognize. Medicine perhaps? “I can try drying these by the fire,” she offered. “See if they’re still good in the morning?”

“Don’t bother,” Miranda said. “I think some of that stuff might have been the source of your problem. Perhaps you applied some after it spoiled. Better empty them out and reuse the jars I think. But later. Gillie, bring me my cauldron.”

Gillie obeyed and set the bubbling pot down next to her mother.

“Now,” Miranda said to the sprite. “You don’t strike me as the timid sort, but this magic is a bit strange. The good news is that you will heal over time naturally, but it would be over a great deal of time. I’d like to give you a special treatment, one that will let me help you recover tonight. The secrets of it though, must not leave this bedroom, as much for modesty as anything else.”

She plunged a hand into the contents of the cauldron and drew out something green and slimy that resembled nothing so much as a very narrow worm made up of beads. “I’m going to use this magic talisman to…invert your sex. It will be much easier to treat you without having to reach up inside to reach the bruises. I won’t do this without your permission though. Will you grant it?”
 
she nodded at Gregory and let the woman boss her about as she laid on the bed. she didn't notice the scowling expression on the woman's face, she was more focused on discovering things. "oh!" she gasped as she felt her nether lips being spread and the heat of the candle a little too close for comfort. she relaxed again once the flames where gone and resumed her inspection of her belongings. "no, the cloak wasn't made for me... hey i remembered something!" she gasped, delighted before she frowned. "...nope, i lost it..." she grumbled as she sagged back into the bed and pouted. "that's a good sign though right? that i remembered something?" she asked curiously. "medicine?" she asked, examining the jars before narrowing her eyes at the people she was with. "...what exactly, led me to your doorstep?" she finally asked as she picked up the jar and examined it from all angles. "...we'll empty out two jars. one never knows when something might be useful. i can test to see what this does..." she muttered before she paused and examined the woman through narrowed eyes. "...what exactly was it that landed me in your home again?" ah the little Sprite was suspicious, she knew something had happened between her and Gregory, she just wasn't sure what.

"strange?" she asked, looking curious before sagging in relief. she would heal, she could still be an Eggbringer. she could still be a mother. it would take time to heal though, and she wasn't sure she had time. she didn't know what it was, but something told her that she was... looking for something? had to get something done? was she on a quest? she hoped she wasn't letting someone down. then she stared at the... the... thing... "it will WHAT!?" she demanded, more than a little shocked as she yanked her legs up to her chest, protecting herself so that the crazy lady with the.... thing, couldn't get at her sensitive cunt. then again, it didn't look like it would aggravate too badly... and she really did hurt all over inside... "will it hurt?" she asked, her eyes narrowed as she studied the woman intently, suspicious, wary... frightened. once she had a promise that it wouldn't hurt, or would only hurt a little, she calmed a little and laid out on the bed again and bit her lip hard, taking Gillies hand, wanting comfort as she averted her eyes. she didn't want to see it, not one little bit. she didn't want to know how it worked, she just wanted the pain to end, so she gave her consent, closed her eyes, and waited for it all to be over.
 
Gillie grinned at the suspicious question, half trying to hide her embarrassment and half trying to hide her silent laughter. She failed on both counts. “I’ll just set this one aside then,” she said, placing the jars next to the door where she could take one with her next time she left the room to dry it out by the hearth.

Gillie burst into laughter at her reaction, clutching at her sides. Miranda threw her a stern look and the girl tried with only some success to smother her mirth. “That’s how just about everyone reacts the first time they hear about it,” the girl said, raising a hand to cover her grin. “I’ve used it a time or two, and not even for medicine, you’ll be fine.”

“You what?” Miranda’s eyes widened in shock, then she seemed to sag. “So that’s what happened to my extra stores. At least you weren’t risking getting pregnant.”

“As if you’d mind being a grandmother,” Gillie replied with a wink.

Miranda didn’t seem to find the comment amusing but refused to dwell on it, instead returning to the task at hand. “The transformation itself does not hurt,” she assured the sprite. “But getting the medicine inside of you will. If you would raise your hands above your head please…there like that. Gillie.”

At her mother’s instruction, the teenager sat down on top of Scyllia’s hands, mindful of her claws, and grabbed hold of her wrists. She grinned down at her from above. “Hang on, I promise this will be worth it.”

Miranda brought the squirming worm thing to Aisscylla’s swollen sex, once again parting her nether lips with her free hand to expose the sensitive inner flesh. She dragged the worm over Aisscylla’s clit, deceptively soft, the squirming lathed the nub like a tongue, the slime coating its length sinking into the flesh like a soothing balm. Miranda held it there a minute more before bringing it lower. For a moment, it seemed as though she might bring the thing to Aisscylla’s vaginal opening, dragging it over her inner lips for a few seconds, only to drag it back up.

She stopped between the girl’s clit and vagina. “Brace yourself dear, this may be a bit uncomfortable.”

As soon as the worm’s ‘head’ found the entrance to her urethra it plunged inside. It’s width was remarkably narrow, but so was this particular entrance, and it wasn’t designed for objects to go up inside of it. The worm squirmed and pushed further and further inside, stretching the flesh as it went. But even as it burrowed in, its slimy coating seeped into Aisscylla’s flesh, sending tingling pleasure directly to her clit and a soothing warmth throughout her nether regions.

All at once, the transformation began. Sexual organs inverting, merging with the clit and urethra to create something entirely new. Heat grew as the flesh did, inverting so that it pushed out instead of in, peaking with arousal as it did.
 
she lifted her eyebrow at that and finally nodded. "i thought so... we had sex.." she mused, considering that before she looked up at the ladies. "did i like it?" she asked curiously, wondering why the daughter was suddenly giggling so hard again. it was an honest question! "...uh... right then." she muttered, blinking at the rather blunt daughter. "it must not feel that bad at least, so i'm sure i can do this." she decided, setting her jaw. she wasn't about to let her nerves get the better of her. she hesitated at the thought of being restrained, but she trusted these people, she she laid back properly, crossed her wrists over her head, and submitted to their mercies, swallowing thickly as she was rendered helpless by the cold hands of the daughter. she gasped at the first touch of the.. whatever it was, wriggling on the bed, shocked by how... how, GOOD that had felt. it was, soothing, and cool, and wonderful. she relaxed completely on the bed, if this was going to feel that good, then she didn't care one damn bit about something going up inside of her. "everything i life is a bit uncomfortable." she mumbled, entirly too relaxed to realize what the woman was talking about.

she shrieked in surprise, her hips surging upwards as she realized that it wasn't in the hole she'd been expecting and she shuddered as she felt her urethra being spread open, deeper and deeper inside of her, spreading soothing cool numbness where it went. she gasped and gurgled, her hips thrusting into open air, unable to help herself as she wriggled and writhed and tried to jerk her hands free. to do what, she didn't know, masturbate probobly. it was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt in the least... instead... she felt so damn good it was... frightening to her. "g..god.. oh god..." she moaned, swallowing thickly as she pressed her thighs together, rubbing, or trying to. desperate for any kind of contact as she whimpered and moaned. she gasped, again, arching as her body... shifted, and altered, and changed and she shuddered and writhed as she came, and came hard, jerking and shivering in the face of such pleasure, she almost didn't realize it when the burning, numbing pleasure stopped, and the transformation was complete.

only instead of a cock, like the two women had expected, there was a... sheath of sorts. like one might find on a dog. it was covered in beautiful opalescent scales, smaller even than a snakes that shimmered like rainbow crystals in the light. the scales continued downward, covering her groin and inner thigh, and there where no balls to speak of. Egg laying creatures didn't need balls, after all. inside was something else entirely. she squirmed and looked down at her suddenly new male parts and she blinked at it before leaning back. "press down on the bulge at the base. that's the Knot, it will press the cocks out." she explained, sluggish and sleepy and more than a bit confused as to what was going on. probobly in a bit of shock over having a thing crawling up her Urethra. a Fayne had two Penis'. they both looked completely accidental. about nine inches long, shockingly large for there being two of them tucked up inside such a little body. full male Fayne had even bigger ones, mostly because they themselves where bigger.

they where long, ropey, thick, and slick. they could spread a human woman wide and deep. one cock though, spilled a specific liquid that would trigger the cervix response in the females, allowing easy penetration of the second penis into the Cervix, where they would lay the egg. the females Cervix would then close, and carry the Egg up into the womb where it would grow from the size of a chicken egg, into an ostrich egg. they would then lay it, and the ostrich egg would grow to the size of a basketball before hatching little baby Fayne. the males had heavy Knots. in which to trap their females, because once the egg was laid and passed up into the Womb, the first cock would then penetrate the Cervix, and floor the womb with a heavy, thick substance what would temporarily weaken the shell of the egg, which would allow for fertilization. this was also the way they practiced 'safe sex.' the males had to lay the egg during copulation, or serious health issues would arise, but they could spill their cum outside of the cervix if they wanted to. without that stuff, the females sperm couldn't penetrate the egg, and therefore, they would simply reject the egg and it would dissolve, adding to the bodies basic nutrients. it was a complex breeding system, but they had been using it their entire lives.
 
Neither of the women answered her question about Gregory; Miranda flushed and Gillie giggled, which in their own way were answers of a sort. Both smiled though at her apparent pleasure the worm-thing brought to her, but blinked in confusion as the transformation finished. Hesitantly, Miranda obeyed, reaching for the knot at the base of the sheath and unleash Aisscylla’s pair of monsters.

“Whoah,” Gillie said, eyes wide. “She’s huge Mom. And…there’s two!”

Miranda nodded. “That’s…amazing. It complicates things a little.”

Gillie snorted. “Not as much as you think.”

She and her mother shared a long look over Aisscylla’s prone form, twin cocks rigid between them before Miranda gave a nod of understanding. The older blonde woman stood up and with a few quick gestures, dropped her long skirt to the floor, revealing long toned legs and no undergarments. A moment later, her blouse followed, leaving her completely naked. Her breasts were full, larger than coconuts and sagged from a combination of age and breastfeeding two children.

As she disrobed, Gillie reached down and with one hand began to massage Aisscylla’s breast, gently squeezing the mound and occasionally tweaking the nipple. Her other hand drifted down to the twin erections. At first she just stroked one erection, then she switched over to the other one. She repeated this several times before gathering them both together in her one hand and stroking up and down, moistening her palm with precum and Aisscylla’s secretions.

Her touch was slightly chilled, but sent tingling waves of pleasure and release through her system, removing traces of soreness that Aisscylla hadn’t even been aware of until they were removed. Miranda put her hands on her hips and lifted Aisscylla further onto the bed with a bit of help from Gillie, though the teenager was careful never to give the patient the use of her hands.

“Alright dear,” Miranda said, crawling onto the bed and positioning herself on her knees over the lower of the two cocks. She took it from Gillie’s grip and pressed the tip to her entrance. “I’ve never done this with a sprite before…I hope I’m not too unattractive for you, but this part is crucial.”

Slowly, she sank down on the enormous penis, groaning with pleasure as the appendage stretched her remarkably tight walls. Coolness enveloped Aisscylla’s cock instead of warmth, though with it came a sense of cleanliness. As if her sensitive flesh had been massaged and purified. Miranda threw back her head and brought her hands to her large breasts.

Gillie ducked her head low and bobbed down, taking Aisscylla’s other cock in her mouth. After a few quick up and down motions, she pressed downward until the head pressed against the entrance to her throat and then slid in. Down down down until her lips were almost kissing her mother’s lower pair. She came back up a second later, coughing and leaned back to lower her mouth to Aisscylla’s ear.

Too quiet for Miranda to hear, she whispered, “Promise me you’ll do your best to return my father’s harpoon, and my virginity’s yours. I’ll make sure you come no matter what and help you heal, but if you want to take my cherry while you’re fucking my mother, you have to promise.”
 
the sprite nodded. "thought so." she mused, looking, well, amused. "i know HE didn't do this kind of damage." she muttered, indicating her nether region. "so i'm not all that inclined to be annoyed with him." she assured the two women. "i'm sure he had no choice in the matter... i'm not sure why, but i think i didn't give him much of a choice." she admitted with a small frown and a cock of her head before she shrugged and looked down at her twin cocks. at least she knew her own body still. she knew that one cock was for preparation and softening, and the other was for the egg. she looked up at the motion and blinked at the woman as she rendered herself naked and she found herself unable to look away as she licked her lips. she gasped as she felt a hand on her cock and her hips surged and a startled. "oh great Goddess." spilled from the Sprite's lips as she tossed her head back. that, felt, so, SO good. she squirmed, trying to help as she was repositioned and she panted as she tugged on her hands, trying to get free, but Gillie was surprisingly strong.

she moaned as she felt the hand on her cock change and she looked down as Miranda took her second cock, the one that did the preparation and softening. "oh... oh... oh that feels... uuuhm." she moaned, tugging at her hands again with a small whimper. "please.. i want to touch... i want to touch too..." she moaned, squirming as she tried to thrust her hips, wanting to be buried inside of the human woman who was riding her first cock. "FUCK!" she wailed as she felt lips wrapped around her ovipositer, gasping and squirming and wriggling and writhing as she felt the hot, wet mouth. "Gods, Gods, gods, Gods!" she moaned, thrusting hips and shuddering as she wriggled and writhed and enjoyed the... healing. "yes! i promise!" she would have promised anyway. she liked these people, and it hurt her to see them in such pain, she would make those Gnolls... whatever they where, suffer. "i... warn.." she moaned. "this cock..." she indicated the one that wasn't being ridden. "it will lay an egg inside you." she warned, panting hard. "might be better to, nnn... not ride it. human's aren't made for... aaah, such things..." she broke off with a hiss as her second cock started to spurt the cervix softener. she didn't know if it would work on humans. but it was meant to relax and open the cervix so the tip of the cock could penetrate.
 
Miranda rode the cock up and down, up and down, crying out to the Storm Lord as it sank deeper and deeper inside of her. Her breasts jiggled in time with her movements and her face flushed as her daughter took the second cock deep into her mouth. She closed her eyes and focused on enjoying the sensations inside of her, the stretching, the friction, that odd tingling happening high up at the back of her womb.

“Deal,” Gillie said and kissed Aisscylla on the cheek. She slid from the bed, freeing Aisscylla’s hands in the process. Miranda apparently didn’t hear the words about her cock and Gillie seemed unconcerned. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. I made a promise and I keep my word.”

She lifted her blouse overhead first, revealing breasts smaller than her mother’s but much higher on her chest, pert with youth. Her skirts fell to the floor in a puddle next, followed by her undergarments, leaving her completely bare next to the bed where the sprite and her mother copulated. With a grin, Gillie rejoined them on the bed, climbing over Aisscylla to position herself in front of her mother.

She tried to go so that her back was to Miranda and her front to Aisscylla at first, but the cocks were too close together, her mother’s thighs just a bit too thick and her own backside a little too pert. The motion did make Miranda’s eyes fly open.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping,” Gillie replied, turning around to face her mother as she straddled the egg-laying cock. The movement brought them so close together that their breasts pressed into one another and their thighs rubbed together. “It’s not like you can take the second cock here, it’s against the rules.”

Miranda started to protest, but Gillie silenced her with a kiss and plunged herself down onto the second penis. It tore through her hymen and buried itself deep inside of her. She screamed into her mother’s mouth, instantly regretting her overeagerness, and froze with the member nearly buried to the hilt. Miranda hugged her tight.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, just give yourself a moment to adjust.” She came to a stop as well, though her hips continued to gyrate, pulling the member in and out in minute increments. Miranda reached around Gillie, took one of Aiscylla’s hands and guided it between the teenager’s legs to settle her finger’s upon her clit. “Help her feel good,” she said, looking past her daughter into the fayne’s eyes.
 
the Sprite gasped and moaned as she felt her cock sinking deep into the human, shuddering and shivering as she thrust upwards in delight, her cock spurting hot, hot liquid from time to time. liquid that was softening and spreading the Cervix. she moaned as she was kissed, and her hands flew to tangle into Gillie's hair, but she was faster than Aisscylla was. "nnn..." she didn't care, she just wanted the pleasure to continue. cunt, ass, mouth, she didn't care. she could feel the Egg sliding into position already, settling in place, ready to be released. the Sprite clamped down special muscles that would keep the egg from releasing until she wanted it to release, and her second cock would not flood the womb until she released the egg. she gasped and froze as she felt a second cunt settling over her egg laying cock and she gripped the bed, unwilling to grip Gillie when the girl was a virgin. "f...fu...f...oh god!"

she was buried, both cocks spreading tight human cunts wide and deep. her head tossed back as she resisted the urge to let the Egg go... but that wouldn't be nice to Gillie. she wanted to make the women feel good too, even if she wasn't sure how and she gasped on her breath, her claws diggign into the bed and shredding the blankets underneath. "...you... alright?" she finally managed to ask once she'd finally gotten control of herself. "oh god... don't move... can't help myself..." she pleaded, gripping Gillie's hips hard, forcing the girl to sit still for a moment before she relaxed and let the woman guide her hands and she stroked the bundle of nerves that was the Clit, stroking and gently pinching the flesh there as her other hand slid upwards and stroked a nipple, tender and gentle and nice, looking up at the woman with her clear purple eyes, panting in delight before she grinned.

"this is the best healing method ever." she whispered, slowly rocking her hips now, stroking deep inside both women now in a gentle manner, trying to help Gillie get used to the actions, moaning eagerly as she shifted, her hands massaging now, rubbing more firmly as she sought to please the woman, women on top of her. "if y...you where m..my kind..." she muttered, panting. "i would have both cocks, deep inside you." she moaned. "and i would lock myself to you, so that i wouldn't miss..." she moaned, rocking faster and harder. "my knot would make it impossible for you to escape, and impossible for the liquids to escape, you feel it, don't you?" she asked, panting at Miranda. "your Cervix is opening for me. i didn't think it would work on humans, but it does." she admitted, licking her lips. "then the other cock, would breach your Cervix, and i would push out the Egg, letting your Cervix take it, where it would carry up to the Womb." she smirked, taking Gillie's hand and pressing it down on her flat belly, just above where her Pelvic bone was. she could feel a firm lump there. "you can feel it, can't you? the egg." she purred softly. "i can't lay it in your womb though, because i can't soften your cervix." she smirked. "once i release the egg, this cock will pull back just enough for the other cock to push inside the Cervix, and i will release a very large amount of 'Softener', which softens the shell of the egg, and allows the females sperm to penetrate the hard shell and fertilize the egg." she shuddered, panting hard. "it's so hard, not to release the egg." she moaned, shivering in delight. "i never imagined sex could feel so GOOD."
 
Gillie moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, though the latter was quickly subsuming all else in her mind. Her hips began to grind into Aisscylla’s pelvis, in spite of the sprite’s protests, jerking forward to increase the contact with her clit and brushing Aisscylla’s hand against her mother’s own sensitive nub in turn.

It was Miranda’s turn to groan, and she sank deeper still onto the impaling cock, the tip pressing into her slowly opening cervix. She winced and bit her lip, then pushed down deliberately to let it through. She’d never experienced anything like it and it hurt, but at the same time felt strangely good. Mingled with the pain she knew her daughter was experiencing, it felt strangely appropriate. Besides which, judging from the sprite’s explanation, it sounded like she wouldn’t get off without it and she wasn’t about to deny her patient the slightest bit of pleasure.

Her hands went to her daughter’s hips as she began to move slowly up and down again, encouraging Gillie to follow suit. Slowly the teenager did, moaning as her passage was allowed to close then reopened by the plunging cock. Each time Miranda came back down, she grunted as the tip of Aisscylla’s cock speared the opening to her womb. Steadily the pair picked up their pace, moving in awkward but blissful rhythm, breasts rubbing against each other.

“D-don’t hold back,” Gillie managed to cry out through the haze of sensations filling her mind.

“C-come whenever—ooh!—whenever you’re—ah!—ready!” Miranda’s words ended in a scream of pleasure as her cunt clamped down on the cock inside of her. She grabbed her daughter in an embrace and pulled her tight against her shuddering form, setting off her own orgasm. The two moans pitched together to create a beautiful music that filled the bedroom.

Both women continued to move up and down with their sore, satiated cunts until Aisscylla finally came as well, then fell into the bed with her. Each kissed her on either cheek and then there was blackness…


…when she awoke she was alone. A seagull looked down at her through a hole in the roof of a building that was clearly years in disrepair. Faded, bleached furniture filled the room, with only the bed and haggard blanket she slept with still being usable. In the main living room, the roof had collapsed completely, and sunlight filled the place as more gulls cawed overhead.

In the center of the room rested several items, among which her pack was included. Beside it rested a cracked cauldron with a rolled up piece of parchment that looked as if it might have been torn free of a journal, upon which was scrolled a peculiar recipe capable of reproducing the magical worm that rendered the healing transformation the night before. Next to that, lay a simple fishermen’s throwing net. Once touched, it seemed to slither in Aisscylla’s hands into the right position, as if guided by a second pair of unseen hands aiding hers. Clearly there was some magic in the net. Last there stood two jars, empty save for a hastily scrawled note, and one more filled with salvaged healing balm.

The note simply read: Don’t forget us. Don’t forget your promise.
 
the Sprite moaned and arched and writhed as she touched and moved and panted against the onslaught of delightful, delicious pleasure and she mewled and keened as the effort of holding back became harder and harder. she gasped as she felt herself press into the unbearable tightness of a Cervix and she shuddered hard as she let go as soon as the other two came. her Ovipositer throbbed inside of Gillie and the chicken egg sized lump spread her cunt wide, pressed against her cervix, and then settled there, held in place by the cock. it was as hard as a rock, and would be easy to remove with a few well placed pushes and some skilled fingers. the other cock started gushing liquid, flooding Miranda's womb. it wouldn't hurt her, not int he least, but there was enough of it to swell her belly a little. she lay there, gasping for air as the two women came down from their high and she smiled as she kissed each one in return, thanking them very much for healing her, and for giving her such an amazing feeling.

she blinked awake slowly and sat up, stretching and pausing as she realized that the house had changed. "what in all the high heavens?" she asked, looking more than a little gobsmacked as she slowly got to her feet, wary of pain. there was none, she was fully healed, as promised. she headed down the hall and blinked at the old house and felt a flutter of panic. "...was that real food i ate?" she muttered, peering into the ancient kettle still sitting on the fire, useless now, and empty. "that's a relief..." she muttered before glancing about the room and blinked as she picked up the Recipe, a small smile tugging her lips. that recipe would be very useful later, and she carefully tucked it into her bag along with the two jars and the ruined medication before stroking the net, gasping as it moved on it's own. "amazing.." she muttered, lifting it up and examining it. "i wonder if it's really alright to take this?" she muttered before picking up the last note and reading it again, nodding. "don't worry Gregory, Gillie, Miranda. i will do my very best." she promised. before carefully folding the net and stashing that in her pack as well before heading outside to wash in the little creek before getting dressed.

she quickly found the tracks she was looking for. she was a hunter, good at being unseen, but also very good at tracking. she couldn't fight worth a damn, but she knew if she was smart, and very careful... she could steal the Harpoon back. she owed it to the family to try. they had opened their home to her, despite her being weird and strange, and had healed, fed, and helped her. it was the least she could do. she she pulled out her shadow silk cloak and headed after the long tracks... the creatures she was hunting hadn't even tried to hide their tracks, and she soon came to a cave. there she hesitated, uncertain about delving into the depths below, where her scent could not be hidden by standing downwind. she rolled in some stinkweed, which would hide her personal scent, the creatures would simply think they where smelling each other, or a plant growing in the depths... well, that was what she was hoping. she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and headed into the depths after making sure her bag was secure.
 
The cave twisted only a short ways in, revealing a broken camp. The gnolls had been here, but they’d left several days ago, leaving behind the cold remains of a fire pit and upturned earth. Rather than leading out though, the tracks led further in splitting into two distinct passages. One seemed to head to the north and spiraled deeper into the earth. The other led east, running parallel to the shoreline a few miles south. Although it dipped deeper into the earth, it did not seem nearly so deep as the northern passage. No particular group seemed larger than the others, though by the scuffling of those heading east, that group had been more eager to depart.

“A crossssroadsss you find yourssself at,” said an eerily familiar voice from above Aisscylla. The great serpent from the shore wound itself about the stalactites at the roof of the cave, its glittering length wreathed in shadows, its majestic wings hidden. “Four tasssksss I am owed, featherling. And the firssst is upon you now. To the north there is a cave troll who has collected the treasuresss of many a fallen warrior. Among his horde is a potion in a green bottle. I call upon you to retrieve this potion and sssee to it that the queen of the gnollsss drinksss it.”

As he spoke, his head drifted down from the ceiling until it was nearly level with the fayne’s, though she still had to look up to see him. “To the east you’ll find the queen and her pack, resssiding the ruins of a fallen city in the golden fieldsss. Beware the riversss, for you have made a powerful enemy.”

The serpent twined itself about her, caressing her arms, shoulders and torso with its body. “Perhapsss you’d care to finish what was so rudely interrupted before?” His tongue flicked out to barely touch the skin of her cheek. The serpent recoiled at the taste of stinkweed and abruptly released her. “Another time perhapsss, when you are not ssso…ripe.” He withdrew back up to the roof of the cave, vanishing into the shadows as if he’d never been there.
 
she sighed as she came across empty camp and scowled as she looked around for anything that she could use. nothing, it was empty, and there where two trails now. she gasped and whipped around, her eyes wide as she stared at the Snake that was so familiar, she knew instantly that this was the creature she owed favors to. "oh... a Cave troll!?" she asked, her eyes wide with stunned shock. she wasn't sure what to do about that, how did she fight with a Cave troll? still, it wasn't that far out of her way, and she would still be dealing with the Gnolls. she could do both right? of course she could. "an enemy?" she asked, tensed in worry. "will you tell me your name? if you ever told it to me, i can't remember." she admitted, swallowing thickly as the massive head dropped down and she blinked, meeting the Snake's eyes. "your gorgeous, did you know?" she asked, blinking a little, her had tilted a little. she shuddered as the snake wrapped around her, stroking her body and she wondered if having sex with a snake would feel as good as having sex with two women was? she didn't bother asking if the Potion was going to hurt the Gnoll Queen, somehow she knew the Snake wouldn't make her kill or hurt someone. "...sorry." she muttered, blushing as the Snake withdrew. "i thought it would disguise my scent." she admitted before blinking as the snake vanished. "well that was... weird." she muttered before shrugging and turning to the north tunnel and headed down it. first step, the Cave troll.

she traveled deeper into the earth, dampness beginning to seep into the earth, and she had a feeling that the Gnolls who traveled this way, where killed and eaten by the Cave troll. she slipped deeper down, trailing along the sides of the walls so that she would blend better with the shadows, she was worried, Stinkweed didn't grow this deep down, she was going to have to roll in something else if she was going to mask her scent... but there was nothing but cool moss, and wet rock. she was soon going to be discovered if she wasn't careful, and worse, she could hear trickling water. an underground river no doubt. would the enemy that she couldn't remember be there? she hoped not. she could only keep moving, looking for the Troll, and hope it wasn't smart enough to know when Stinkweed smell wasn't supposed to be there.

(ugh, short post is short again. >< sorry.)
 
Bats chittered in the dark overhead and the steady trickle of water became a constant, echoing background noise. Slowly the smell of dank stone and odd mineral was supplanted by a musky odor, wet fur, and then something heavier. Torchlight far ahead cut pierced the dark like a heated needle, leaking flickering light into the cave as it expanded into a larger chamber filled with more passages and a garden of pointed rocky growths.

The light blazed from one of three passages, casting huge shadows into the cave as roars met yips and the sound of combat. Metal screeching on metal, wet sounds like an animal carcass being slammed against a tree. The noises didn’t last long. A painful, canine yelp sounded and then all that remained was the labored breathing of a creature larger than a bear. The exact shape as difficult to determine without getting closer, but it was vaguely man shaped.

As the fayne drew nearer, the smell of burning fur and meat reached her nostrils. Around the corner of the passage with the light lay the broken bodies of half a dozen gnolls. The hyena folk towered over the fayne at seven feet tall, with wicked jaws and incredible strength. And they were scattered about like a child’s toys, some with shattered weapons. Further in, a fire had been lit with the torches using some of the gnoll’s corpses and possessions as fuel while another naked gnoll hung over the flame, skewered by three spears to hold him aloft as he roasted. The troll would eat well this night.

Beyond the corpses lay a spread of golden coins, casually spilled over the floor. Sculptures and statues lay sprawled among the gold with glittering gem stones and the occasional ornate weapon. Even several chests lay about, some open to reveal fine silks that had been damaged by water and improper usage. Others remained completely locked, the contents a mystery. One small chest stood apart from the rest, its contents full of shiny, crystalline shapes, prominent among which was a semitransparent green bottle. The liquid inside of it seemed to faintly glow, casting an eerie light over the chest, and the massive form sitting next to it.

The cave troll was enormous. Twice the height of a human man and many times that over again in mass. His shoulders and back were twisted from years of subterranean living and the need to crouch low beneath the ceilings and his shape suggested he walked on his knuckled fists. His hide was elephantine and littered with scars, some were still bleeding. A hatchet actually stuck out from one shoulder as if it had been completely forgotten. The face was blunt, putting the fayne in mind of a whale that had swum headlong into a wall and squashed its face flat and into something vaguely simian.

It glared with beady, sleepy eyes at the fire as it wrapped fine crimson silk around a gash that lined its forearm, using the treasure as a bandage. Its kilt was also made of fine material turned ragged. A deep midnight blue cloak that was probably meant to serve as some king’s ceremonial garb. The troll let out a yawn, revealing teeth that could crush boulders, and settled back against its pile of treasure. It might not understand the true value of the wealth, but it was clearly as possessive of it as a dragon its horde.

Slowly, its eyes began drifting shut, a pleased expression on its face as the smell of cooking meat reached its wide flat nostrils. That the meat would burn should it fall asleep didn’t seem to matter to the troll, and it flung an arm wide, hand coming to rest inches away from the treasure chest with the glowing bottle the fayne was to retrieve.
 
Aisscylla shuddered as she walked down the caverns, pulling the cloak tighter around herself as she moved, the bats and wetness and other things where just feeding her slight paranoia. she was going to be caught, she just knew it, she could only hope she wasn't going to be killed if she was. the humans she was helping had liked sex, maybe other creatures would too, she could barter maybe? it wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed herself. it was an option at least, if she was caught. she shuddered as she heard the yelp and moved closer tot he wall, wary. the deeper into the shadows she was, the more the shadow cloak would work, the less chance she had of being caught... there was plenty of shadow here at least. she wrinkled her nose, pressing a hand over her mouth at the stench of baking meat and moved closer, her eyes scanning the odd little room she'd come across. well, at least she knew what a Gnoll was now... she was starting to regret her decision to help the snake now... because the Troll was a fearsome sort of beast. she swallowed thickly and studied it, waiting for her chance. that was all she needed, was a chance. she bit her lip and hunkered down at the edge where the shadows where the deepest and waited.

she didn't have to wait long. soon it was asleep, smiling happily at the mass of it's treasure. she didn't care much about the glittering things, she only wanted the one, the glowing bottle that the Snake had ordered her to feed tot he Queen of the Gnolls. she slowly moved into the room, stepping on feet as silent as a cat's, being very careful to avoid the large puddles of mud and the soft bits of sand that would show her footprints. it was like the children's game 'find me if you can'. one child would hide, and the others had to do everything they could to find it. she had been very good at the game, but so had most of the other children, a single scrape of a tail across loose sand could give you away. she swallowed thickly and carefully padded her way across the room and hesitated at the edge of the Treasure chest before reaching out and snapped up the Bottle and retreated, waiting with bated breath to see if the monster Troll would wake. she felt bad, stealing from it... but what else could she do? she didn't have much... but she did have... she looked down at her tail and reached down, plucking out a single feather with a wince and a hard bite of her tongue... that hurt a LOT more than she'd expected... the feathers on her tail where as iridescent as her wings had been, as soft as silk, and glowed softly under a bright moon. it would be a good trade, wouldn't it? she gently laid it on the pile of treasure where the Jar had laid, and moved to escape the cave, swallowing thickly as she reached the 'doorway'. certain that she had made it.
 
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