“It was awesome, wasn’t it?” The Battlebitch chirped from behind her friend, still walking with a spring to her step. She took one last glance at the forest before hopping beside her friend, sighing contently as they strolled. She was still wearing her forest gear, which consisted on a pair of leather pants and a full jacket to protect her from the stings of insects and the scrapes of briars. Sure, it was nice running around the world saving people while being barely dressed in revealing armor, but bug bites were no joke. The Battlebitch flicked her shoulder-length black hair, and draped an arm around Tess’ shoulders while they strolled. “Those forest nymphs sure know how to treat a girl. Bathing in hot springs surrounded by half-dressed forest spirits, getting drunk with those little grasshopper freaks, and the Dryad Queen was nice enough to let me fuck her sister AND her son!”

“Ugh.” Tess rolled her eyes behind her hood.

“And then she gave me a rimjob!” The Battlebitch cheered, and squeezed her friend’s shoulders. Tess was as highly covered up as ever; wearing her typical rich purple robe and the layers of wrappings over her face and hands. Even the pleasures of the Enchanted Forest hadn’t been enough to get her to so much as lower her hood, and even the fae denizens of the woods had failed to see the owner of those mysterious eyes underneath all the shadow.

“The place was disgusting.” Tess grumbled as they walked, her hands hanging on the straps of her backpack. It jingled when she walked; the noise of test tubes and potion bottles gently bouncing off each other in the doctor’s oversized, heavy pack. “And you shooting off on everything that moved didn’t exactly help that state.”

“Dragon god tits, Tess, you’re such a grump.” The warrior woman responded, sighing as she gazed out over the plains. “You’re the only person in the whole damned world that could go to the Enchanted Forest and not have a good time. Everything in the Dryad Queen’s realm is a party that only pauses for orgies, and I show up with a boredom elemental.” There was a small twitch to the Battlebitch’s face for a moment, but Tess ignored it as she scowled at her friend.

“I am not a boredom elemental, whatever that is.” The hooded figure responded. “Maybe I didn’t have fun because while you were fucking the royal family of fae in the ass, I was stuck in that pitcher plant that swallowed me.”

“We’ve been over this, Tess. That was a pleasure plant. You’re supposed to get naked and go inside of it, and the secretions are an aphrodisiac.” The Battlebitch chuckled and rolled her eyes. “It’s sated when the person inside cums. You were only stuck in there because you refused to enjoy it!”

“I was in there for two goddamn days!” Tess barked back, smacking the Battlebitch’s arm off of her shoulders. She stepped at a greater pace, hoisting her backpack and moving in a huff. “If I hadn’t put together an herbicide from my supplies I’d still be stuck in there, and you’d still be balls-deep in that weird...goat...ram thing!”

“Hey now; let’s not be critical.” The Battlebitch arched an eye, adjusting her arm after the other woman battled away. One of her eyes twitched again, and she spoke in a slow, paced tone. “I didn’t know that satyr would turn into a full goat until after we had already started. And...it would...have been rude...errrrrrgh.” She trailed off, her eye twitching again and a small, blissful smile coming to her lips. Tess turned around on a heel, and the lights of her eyes turned to slits as she glared at her travelling companion.

“What? Can’t think of an excuse for fucking a goat?” To be fair, it was a damned beautiful goat, but that was hardly the point. “What’s wrong with you? What’s with your face?” Tess scowled and looked at the Battlebitch from a distance, scanning her up and down with a critical gaze. When she noticed the front of the woman’s pants twitching, she gave an elaborate sigh. It was twitching too much to be an erection or even a convulsion, and it was very clear something was moving around in the front of her pants.

“...you took one of the fairies with you, didn’t you?” Tess sighed, and pressed her palms to her face. “You took. One of the fairies. With you.”

The Battlebitch coughed, and looked like she wanted to form a response, but when she opened her mouth it was clear that she couldn’t quite put it together. Instead she just gave a soft sigh, and moved a hand down to pull open the front of her pants, gazing directly down into it. There was a tiny girl there, with dragonfly wings, blonde hair, and one of the most charming set of eyes the Battlebitch had ever seen. She had been curling around her stiff but restrained member, licking it with her pinhead-sized tongue and riding on it while they walked.

“C’mon out, Cinnastix, she knows.”

“Cinnastix…?”

Tess just stared with a blank gaze as the tiny girl flew out of the front of the Battlebitch’s shorts, a trail of shimmering light following her. She flitted through the air, giggling in an overly cute voice that made Tess bristle with irritation, and finally she made her way to the Battlebitch’s cheek.

“Golly snaps, Beebee, that was lots of fun!” She moved out to hug the Battlebitch’s cheek, pushing her four inch, naked frame to the warrior’s face. The Battlebitch just laughed a little, and held out a finger for her little friend to perch on. While the fairy sat there she waved at Tess, beaming delightfully. “Hey there sourpuss! You’re the girl that couldn’t even get off inside the pleasure plant! Do you even have a vagoogee?!”

“Yeah, Tess, do you?” The Battlebitch pressed, tapping her chin. “You don’t even know how to unwind and let yourself go, do you? Cinnastix and I were wondering that when she was cleaning out the Dryad Queen’s cum-filled cunt for me.”

“It was delicious!” The fairy chimed in, unable to contain her enthusiasm.

“...I hate you both. So much.” Tess responded as she stared ahead. She pointed squarely at the Battlebitch’s nose, one of her gloved fingers nearly tapping it. “You’re an insatiable nitwit that thinks with her cock and expects me to always clean up your messes. And you-” She pointed at the tiny fairy on the Battlebitch’s finger. “I’ve just met you, but I’m sure you’re just as bad.” The fairy reached out and kissed the tip of Tess’ finger, to which the doctor yanked her hand away, fuming.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t either of you touch me. For...ever.” Tess barked and turned on a heel, starting to walk once more. “Map says there’s a tavern near here. Maybe we’ll get lucky and I’ll get stabbed to death in a bar fight.”

Battlebitch and Cinnastix just watched their friend walk for a moment. When the doctor had gotten a few paces away the Battlebitch looked at her friend, and pulled open the front of her pants again.

“Well Cinny, it ain’t gonna hug itself to climax.” She beamed. The fairy stood up on the tip of her friend’s finger, and saluted with an earnest expression on her face.

“You got it, Beebee!” She chirped, and as she frolicked into the front of the Battlebitch’s pants once more, her battlecry tweeted from her with joy and delight. “Milky cream bath here I coooooome!”

The world had a lot of little taverns that, when people asked where they were located, the only correct answer would be “around somewhere.” The Suckling Pig was one such tavern, a little establishment in the middle of nowhere that mostly catered to adventurers and travelling merchants. It boasted warm beer, cold beds, and bar wenches that were average at best. While it was typically the type of place where a lot of illegal activities would go down, the sign out front that read “Criminals will be beheaded” was backed up by a very large half-orc barman with an even larger full-orc greataxe.

In short, it was the sort of place where only a very specific type of nonsense was tolerated, and it allowed the patrons to enjoy themselves in peace. It was a few hours after they had arrived that the group was in their full swing, falling into the roles they typically did when there was a new bar to explore and new people to meet. The Battlebitch was sitting at the fireplace, a young merchant’s daughter on her lap and a merchant’s son rubbing her shoulders, all while she sang off-key, violent songs about killing dragons and fucking maidens. The crowd she had collected seemed to enjoy it, and it was likely going to be yet another night where she’d stick her cock into something she shouldn’t, and the group would end up fleeing the scene before the morning’s light. Their new friend Cinnastix was flitting about, bringing the Battlebitch drinks with her mighty fairy strength, and sitting on her shoulder to join her in chorus when she wasn’t needed as an adorable waitress.

That was one side of the bar. It was filled with fun, friendship, song, and drink. The other side...was mostly just filled with drink. And darkness. The fireplace cast a lovely glow on the revelers, but by the time it reached the other end of the bar things were a bit dim and gloomy. The people on that side where the miserable drunks; the merchants whom had been robbed on the road, the adventurers that had suffered adventure-ending injuries, and one incredibly sour, hooded woman sitting at the very end of the bar. Perched on a stool, her backpack leaning against the wall, Tess sat there with her chin in her hands, watching the celebration with a perpetual raincloud over her head.

The hooded woman’s slender frame was still well-wrapped, her figure-fitting robe clinging to her frame and her hood remaining up despite being indoors. She had even demanded a straw to go with her glass of milk, so the separation of the wrappings around her face could be minimal. As she sat there stewing in her irritation, two things were undeniable to her. One: she detested the Battlebitch and her infuriating ways.

Two: roadside tavern milk was a bad idea.

She sat with her eyes down to slits, glaring at her travelling companion and her tiny little friend. The crowd was currently cheering as the Battlebitch held her head back with a mouthful of beer, letting the revelers watch as the naked fairy took a brief bath in it. From the squeaking and the giggling, it sounded like she was doing more under the surface of the beer bath, her tongue likely giving Cinnastix a very public and very attentive joyride. And of everyone in the tavern, even including the sour half-orc bartender, Tess seemed to be the only one that didn’t like watching it.

She sighed, and a hand moved to rub the back of her neck. She almost pulled her hood down out of frustration, but quickly caught herself and kept it in place. Maybe they were right? Maybe she didn’t fit in with them because she...didn’t know how to have fun?

It certainly wasn’t because she didn’t have a vagoogee. At least if vagoogee meant what she suspected it meant.

“Hey. Drinking alone? Sounds fun.” The voice that came from behind Tess forced the doctor to turn, glancing back at the source of it. A young man was already drawing himself into the barstool next to her; a human boy that couldn’t of been any more than twenty. A small scar on his cheek gave him a level of distinction, and a mop of shaggy brown hair fell casually over his eyes. As he sat down he rose a hand up, waving it to the bartender and calling out with a smile. “I’ll take a beer, Doogan. And a refill for whatever my new friend here is having.”

Tess blinked, and looked over to the young man, her eyes going to slits behind her mask and hood. The young man was attractive enough, and though the idea of more of the Suckling Pig’s outdated milk turned her stomach, it seemed rude to turn down the offer.

“...thanks.” She offered in response, voice slightly muffled by the wrappings over her face. “But you’re missing the show hanging out all the way back here. I imagine for an encore she’ll get the redhead pregnant.” Her eyes turned back to the scene at the fireplace, where the Battlebitch was holding her eyes closed and trying to guess people’s gender by letting them lick her neck.

Weird woman.

“Yeah, I’m not really worried about that.” The young man chuckled, and gestured to the scene. “I’m a dishwasher here. Usually every night when I get off work, there’s some showboat adventurer making a scene. Same songs, same stories, same games to keep the drunks entertained.” He looked over and saw the brother and sister duo licking the Battlebitch’s neck at the same time. “Okay, her games are a little weirder than most, but still.”

Tess just chuckled sourly, and let her cheek drop onto one of her hands. She watched for a lingering moment and spoke, quietly and a bit sadly.

“...she’s my travelling companion.” She admitted with no small amount of shame. “But I’m starting to think it isn’t a good fit. I’m...no fun.”

“Oh, don’t say that.” The young man looked over at Tess, and gave her a warm smile. He moved a hand up to rest on the doctor’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “I bet you’re a lot of fun. You just need someone that can help you...lighten up.” His hand drifted down Tess’s shoulder and along her spine, moving down her figure until pushing against the small of her back. His gaze, his tone, and the presence of his hand made his intentions clear.

Tess blinked; the lights of her eyes going off and on like a candle being snuffed and relit. The idea of someone hitting on her when the Battlebitch was mere feet away was something she hadn’t really encountered before, and it left her stunned. She was blushing underneath her hood and mask, though the young man certainly wouldn’t of seen it. Finally she spoke, her voice slow, thoughtful, and...intrigued. 

“What...do you propose?” She asked, her hidden face tilting to the side.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” Tess murmured as she ducked down behind the counter. The Suckling Pig had two bars; the main one manned by the half-orc near the fireplace, and one that remained tucked into the darker side of the bar. It was closed for lack of customers at eight o’clock every night, leaving its high-sitting countertop a perfect barrier from any prying eyes. The robed and hooded woman had crept behind it like a shadow, and right after her the young man from the bar joined her with a grin on his face.

“Dark back here, I can barely see anything.” He murmured, and his hands drifted up to take ahold of Tess’ hood. The woman’s hands snatched up like lightning, grabbing his wrists and forcing his hands away from her garment. The young man scowled a little; though in the darkness she could only barely make out his expression. “What? No kiss?”

“We’re not back here to make out.” Tess growled through her layers of cloth, and tightened her fists around his wrists. “We’re here for you to fuck me. I’ll prove to that overgrown moron that I’m not just some stick in the mud!” The young man blinked, and rubbed his hand against the back of his head, his expression vaguely thoughtful. 

“Well, uh...I don’t know what you look like under all that, and I kinda feel like you’re using me just to make your friend jealous, but…” He shrugged, and his hands lowered to his trousers, beginning to undo his belt. “Hey, pussy is pussy after all!”

“Charming.” Tess grunted, but she turned around and started to lift her robe. As she did, she made sure that the robe came no higher than just above her rear, and afterwards she worked and hitching her panties down to the center of her knees. She looked back, resting on her knees and presenting herself for the young dishwasher, one of her bright eyes bending impatiently as she waited.

“Will you hurry up, already?!” She barked in an urgent whisper, and spread her legs some, preparing to take him. “If you’re worried that I’ll be dry, it seems that this public ordeal you’ve drug me into has sufficiently aroused me. I believe I’m properly lubricated for you.”

“Charming!” Came the man’s reply, and he pressed his hands down to slap them against Tess’ hips. With that, he drug her back, and his member slid smoothly into her sex.

Tess’s bright eyes shot wide open as the dishwasher’s cock entered her; moving inside of her as smoothly as a knife into butter. Apparently, she hadn’t been exaggerating about her arousal, and her insides had been slickened and ready for penetration. The young man holding her hips gave an audible groan that he tried desperately to mask as a whisper, but even still Tess found herself thankful that the Battlebitch had started to sing again. It was hardly the most romantic music to have sex to, but by the same token being fucked behind the day-hours bar of a filthy roadside tavern was hardly Tess’ idea of romance to begin with.

The doctor did what she could to keep her body obscured, her head still hooded and masked, and her entire frame still wrapped in the length of her robe. Her rear and nethers were slightly exposed, but in the darkness of the bar’s corner it was extremely difficult for the dishwasher to make out any details. Not that he needed to; whatever Tess looked like, she felt amazing around his cock. The grip she offered him was tight but smooth, and as he began to thrust in and out of her he could feel his member stiffening and throbbing. What had started with a borderline pity-fuck to an isolated recluse had taken an unexpected turn, and the young man found himself enjoying things far more than he had planned.

“Mmm...you’re so tight…” He whispered, leaning down and pressing his chest down against Tess’ back. The doctor hissed at him, bracing her hands on the cobblestone floor of the tavern.

“Yes, I’m a sexual goddess, now please shut up and continue.” She murmured, all while her hips pushed back into his. The song of the Battlebitch had died down, and the showboat of a hero had taken to regaling the room with a story, telling everyone about the time she had bested a five armed demon in an arm wrestling contest using only her cock.

Tess hated that story. Mostly because she was there to witness it.

The dishwasher of the Suckling Pig let his head roll back, and he allowed his body to give in to the pleasure that Tess was giving it. Her sex felt like a warm, delightful sleeve around his cock, and with every thrust he could feel it squeezing him in its soft, accepting embrace. Tess herself, despite her general personality seemed to be quite the receptive lover. Every time he hilted himself she gave a small whimper of desire, and when he’d hold himself in for a moment he could feel her roll her hips back and forth, trying to draw the most from his sex.

“On top...on top…” He finally breathed out, and pulled his cock from Tess’ sex. He made sure to cross the head of his nectar-covered member against her lips once or twice, slapping them and drawing a stifled gasp from the doctor. He sat down, his back resting against the wall, his member still large and ready for action as he beckoned the doctor to join him. Tess studied him for a split second before deciding to go to him, despite her hesitation regarding her desire for privacy.

Since she couldn’t straddle him with her panties around her knees she quickly slipped out of them, and a second later she found herself lowering down to accept his cock once more. She kept her robe wrapped tightly around her waist, perhaps a little lower in the rear, and once she felt him slide inside of her she allowed the whole thing to cascade down around them. Both nearly fully clothed, it’d be hard to tell that she was being penetrated in that moment as she rode the dishwasher’s lap, her hips rolling from side to side and her hands moving to cling against his shoulders.

Tess continued to ride, her boots squeaking on the cobblestone as her sex continued to accept the stranger; a man whose name she didn’t know, or even remotely cared to know. She couldn’t imagine how that information would be the least bit relevant. The doctor’s hands moved against his shoulders, tightening her gloves around his shirt collar as she continued to move her hips. The doctor found herself getting into things quite a bit, letting her lap land against the dishwasher’s own with each thrust, and delightfully enjoying the feeling of his cock deep inside of her. When he reached up to grope at her breasts through the fabric of her robe she didn’t even stop him, but she was at least partially prepared to smash him in the head with a whiskey bottle if he tried to remove any of her clothing.

“Yes...more…” The dishwasher murmured, and Tess could tell by the expression on his face that he was reaching his peak. The doctor inside of her told her to hop off his cock, to let him cum on his pants and to keep herself clean of his seed. Something else inside of her; however, told her to ride it out, to enjoy the moment with him there on the floor of the dirty bar. After all, it’s what Battlebitch would do.

If Battlebitch’s first instinct when she saw an attractive young man wasn’t to fuck him in the ass forever, that is.

Tess let herself ride him until his peak, and when it happened she was glad that she did. His member erupted inside of her, a torrent of cream suddenly gushing into the delightful, mysterious slit of the hooded woman. He had to slap his hands over his mouth to muffle his noises as he came, and from the second Tess felt his cum paint her insides she was thrown into her own sudden peak. The feeling was intense; and Tess knew that she was likely getting off more on the mental thrill than the physical sensation. She was an intellectual, after all, and there was something about fucking a man she didn’t know on a dirty bar floor that triggered her arousal in a big way...and it didn’t get any more depraved than letting him cum inside of her. Her head rolled back in wild bliss as she gave a cry of desire, her sex tightening against his cock until she had milked all of it from his sack. When her head went back up she gave a content noise, not realizing that the sudden orgasmic head toss had left her hood behind.

Tess still kept her face covered, but it was with a few pieces of wrapped cloth that covered she kept her hair free off. The result was something like a mummy in dark bandages, with shoulder-length, deep purple hair. Unusual to say the least, though her hair was nothing compared to…

“...what are those?” The dishwasher pointed, his arousal quickly turning into anger. He was pointing to the top of Tess’ head, where sticking out from either side was the furred frame of a black cat ear. “What...is this some kind of joke?!”

Tess blinked, and as soon as the young man pointed at her ears her hands flew up to cover them. She jerked her hood back up and started to panic, covering herself as she got up from his lap. Instantly she could feel cum rush out from her entrance, splattering against her thighs and smeared in between them, but she didn’t have much time to enjoy the visceral pleasure.

“Nothing! They’re nothing! I’ll be going no-” She had reached down to pick her panties back up when the young man’s hand reached out, angrily lifting the back of her robe and tracking down the other thing she had tried so hard to keep secret. Tess gave a noise of surprise and pain as the young man’s hand wrapped around the base of her long, black cat tail. 

“Nothing, shit!” The dishwasher’s demeanor turned in an instant, and Tess could already hear the suspicion and the anger in his voice. “You’re a goddamn Felpin! Boys! Boys! There’s a fucking Felpin here!”

The shout echoed through the bar, the utterance of the word sending Battlebitch’s story into silence and all of her cheerful hanger-ons into a stunned quiet. The dishwasher stood and pushed Tess out from behind the bar, forcing her hood down and holding her tail, showing the marks of her race.

Tess’ mask hid a look of fear as the entire bar looked at her in shock. She was on display now, everyone from the dumb merchant kids to the angry half-orc looking at her with nothing short of hatred in their eyes. Even the Battlebitch, her travelling companion, had been blasted from her usual careful expression and wore a look of confusion and hurt.

“You...You’re a Felpin, Tess?” She finally broke the silence, stepping forward. There was a small jiggle to her breasts contained in her tight-fitting shirt, and a second later Cinnastix popped her head out. She was sweaty and her hair was a mess, but her voice sounded concerned and confused.

“What’s a Felpin?” She chirped, and then looked at Tess before breaking into a giggle. “Hehe! She’s a pussy!”

“Felpins are the scum of the world.” The half-orc bartender chimed in, just as he reached behind him to grab his axe. His voice was low and threatening, and Tess found herself unable to even look at him without cringing in fear. “They capture orcs and run experiments on ‘em, turn ‘em into monsters.”

“They poisoned the water supply of Helon Kingdom, so they could claim the land for themselves.” A human chimed in, tightening his fists. “There’s a hefty gold bounty on Felpin heads. Cowards never leave their lands unless it’s to hurt someone else.”

Tess was trembling now, her body shaking in fear. To try and explain was pointless, to try and escape would be a waste of energy. The dishwasher whose cock she had been enjoying so thoroughly now held her before a room of potential executioners, and the only hope she had was in the form of the warrior woman with a fairy between her breasts. Her eyes fell on the Battlebitch, and she spoke quietly, pathetically.

“Please…” She whimpered, trying to reach her travelling companion. “Please, what about all we’ve been through?”

The Battlebitch scowled, and her hand moved to tuck the fairy back into her cleavage. Her voice was low and cold as she spoke, a tone that Tess hadn’t heard her use even against the most vile of bandits.

“And let you stab me in my sleep one night?” She scowled, and waved a hand dismissively. “Tie her up. She’s dead in the morning.”