“It’s not my turn, you...you oversized, splice-sexed miscreant.” Tess’ murmur came from behind her, and it sounded equally weak and pathetic as her own. Sure enough, she was crawling just to the side of her friend, both women desperately attempting to drag themselves through the sand while the sun burned on and on. Tess’ layers of dark clothes had protected her some from the sun’s heavy rays, but by the time the muscular and barely clothed Battlebitch had gone down to the turf her doctor wasn’t far behind. Now, against the endless stretch of the Drysworn Desert, the two women slithered across the dunes at an exhausted snail’s pace. “It’s definitely...definitely your turn.”

“Nope. I killed that sand hydra we ran into yesterday.” The Battlebitch stopped for a

moment, and glanced back at her friend. Her own frame was soaked with sweat; her hair sticking to her face and her entire body glazed with a sheen that would be sexy were it not for the grains of sand stuck all over her. She was wearing a simple leather bikini top, her loincloth, and her boots, everything else having been left behind when the sun became too heavy. The only other exclusion was her blade, still holstered at her waist for protection. “It would’ve eaten you, and I killed it. Therefore it’s your turn to save our lives.”

“You’re losing what little sense you had.” Tess grumbled, and the Felpin woman drug herself forward. She soon crawled to lay directly beside her friend, both women on their stomach as they looked to each other. Though still completely hidden by her robes and her hood, the sweat and heat had gotten to her, and the Battlebitch could spot the places where the fabric clung to her friend from a sticky sheen of perspiration. She usually liked a sweaty woman. But a sweaty catbitch barking at her while they died of thirst and exposure? Less sexy. “The hydra was two days ago. Yesterday was when you stepped on that whiskey cactus and I had to make a coagulant using sand, the rest of our water, and some of my fur.” She sighed, and her body flopped down onto the dune, her hands stretching out and her voice letting go with a desperate whimper.

Clearly, she was on the verge of giving up.

“Oh. Reminds me of the time you got bit by that crocodile mage.” The Battlebitch spoke, and moved a hand up to draw her fingers through her hair, swiping the sweaty locks away from her brow. Her hand lowered and she grabbed Tess’ robe, starting to pull her in the hopes of giving the woman a jumpstart. “Good thing he was just a gnome. Those little teeth, they barely left an imprint.” She laughed, the memory falling into her head of a bare leg with small idents, one of the few times she had seen any part of her friend under her robe. At the tugging at her collar Tess forced herself to crawl forward, taking the queue to reminisce as a distraction.

“That was the day before that wizard turned you into a chess piece.” She grumbled, her lithe frame struggling forward. With every inch her body screaming in agony, she forced herself ahead with the hand of her friend to guide her. “And I had to play against him while protecting my queen’s rook, knowing it was you.”

They shared a brief laugh, though as they made their way to the top of the dune their laughter stopped and their smiles vanished. For as long as the eye could see the Drysworn Desert stretched on, a stretch of hot sand and murderous sun. Both women paused and stared, their voices stolen for a moment as it sunk in.

“...this is it, you know.” Tess was the first to speak, her voice slightly muffled by her hood. With her head turning lightly to face her friend, she tried to find the right words to say. There was no denying it and no hoping for something better; by the time the next morning came, they’d both be dead. “It’s...it’s been interesting, Battlebitch.” She swallowed, her throat tightening. One of Tess’ hands moved forward, holding her palm open and her fingers outstretched. The Battlebitch gazed down, and with a small frown her own, stronger hand drifted forward to link them. Palm in palm, the two laid together on their stomachs, gazing half at each other, and half at the stretch of desert beyond.

“You remember the time at the Suckling Pig?” She asked, her voice scratchy from the painful lack of hydration. “When those yokels were going to execute you for being a Felpin?” Tess didn’t respond verbally, but her free hand tentatively reached up to the edge of her hood. She pulled it back, and her rich purple hair tumbled out in a sweaty mess, with the edge of her black cat ears sticking out from the sides. Her face was still covered by the black and purple wrappings she wore, but it was as close to Tess’ true face that the Battlebitch had ever gotten. “What you asked me, when I snuck into the basement to break you out before they executed you in the morning?”

“...why do you have five pairs of panties wrapped around your cock?”

Both women laughed, and Tess’ hand could feel the grip of her friend tightening, bringing them a little closer. After the mental image of a happier time, a time that Tess looked up from a dark basement she was being held captive in to see her friend, naked and triumphant and ready to save her. After the memory settled she finally spoke again, her voice muffled as some of her purple locks fell before her hidden face.

“...why are you saving me?” She finally asked, repeating the question she had spoken that night. At the time, she hadn’t been given an answer, as their escape had been far too important. “You never told me why.” The Battlebitch gave her dear friend a smile, and her eyes closed as she moved to lay her cheek against the hot, uncomfortable sand.

“Because I…” She whimpered, and Tess could already tell the visual and audio clues, already identify that her friend was slipping out of consciousness. “Because I never got to...to tell you…”

Her voice drifted away, and Tess had a surge of energy; enough to draw up against her friend. Just as the Battlebitch’s hand slipped from her grip she took her by the shoulders, shaking her in a desperate attempt to wake her.

“Tell me what?!” She demanded, one of her feline ears twitching as she gripped her. “Wake up, damn you! You’re not getting out of this that easily!” Her curiosity had been piqued, and she desperately needed to know what her friend was about to say. Especially now, with so little time left. The shaking became heavy and frantic, but before long even Tess’ fury couldn’t keep her up. She collapsed atop the Battlebitch, her robed frame driving the other woman deeper into the sand.

“Tell...Tell me what, you cunt…” She whimpered, and one of the Felpin’s hands tightened in the warrior’s sweaty black locks, clinging to her. A small sob came from the otherwise stoic Felpin, and her eyes ached underneath the covers of her mask. “Don’t...Don’t let us die without saying it…”

But it seemed that was exactly what would happen. With her last breath before slipping into darkness, the Felpin hissed, her teeth gritting as one last whimper escaped her lips.

“...knew we shouldn’t of...counted on that damned fairy.”

Cinnastix had never flapped her wings so long or so hard ever before. It shortly into their trip that the group had realized they were lost, and with no other avenue for rescue the Battlebitch had called upon the fairy to find them assistance. With a natural affinity for all of nature the little thing didn’t mind the heat one bit, and her little wings were able to carry her with remarkable speed over the dunes. Unfortunately, after almost two days of searching, she hadn’t come across any concrete leads. The Drysworn desert was a barren place, and the tiny blonde’s demeanor was starting to sour. It was hard to stay endlessly positive and upbeat when your friends were going to die in a stretch of endless sand and heat!

It was during her search on the second day that she finally uncovered a lead. Movement from just below the sand sent the tiny fairy to investigate, and as she drew near a small mound of shifting granules a tiny, furred head popped out to investigate. Large black eyes, a twitching nose, the light brown fur all indicative of one of the Drysworn desert’s indigenous desert dogs. Indistinguishable in nearly every way from their prairie cousins, save for a tendency to swim through the sand like water and a penchant for praying on the scorpions and snakes that otherwise infested the scorched sands.

It was a good omen to see one, if you believed in human nonsense. After spending a few weeks with the Battlebitch and her endless stories of great heroism and even greater sex, Cinnastix had practically been conditioned to believe in human nonsense.

“Hi!” The fairy chirped as she flew near, bobbing right before the desert dog’s snout. The animal tilted its head in curiosity, gazing at the little thing without any fear or hesitation. It was a little larger than the blonde, constantly naked fairy, with a wider frame and a height nearly stretching up to a foot fall. Holding its hands forward in idle attention, the thing sniffed the air around Cinnastix before making a tiny chirping noise. “Are you from around here? Are there any tall people places nearby? I have some friends that can’t handle the heat!”

The desert dog seemed to understand her, for in response it gave a series of chitters and squeaks, its tiny hands gesturing enthusiastically as it did so. Cinnastix swayed back and forth; her dragonfly-esque wings beating rapidly while she did so. For all purposes she looked much like an extremely tiny, naked elven girl, complete with the pointed ears and small breasts that were often likened to that kind. Bright, constantly friendly eyes shined with joy as she listened to her animal friend, and she clapped her hands together excitedly when the creature finished.

“Wonderful!” She cheered, and pumped her fists into the air. “Sandfishers! I’ll talk them into bringing their boat to go rescue my friends! Where were they the last time you saw them?!”

The desert dog was about to answer, before hesitation finally crept onto its face. It folded its tiny arms across its furred chest, and raised a heavy brow to regard the fairy standing before it. Another short sniff with its wet, black nose, and then a chitter came from the back of its throat.

“Wait, seriously?!” Cinnastix whined at what was said, glaring at the animal sticking half out of the sand. “I’m in a hurry, man! I don’t have time to- well, yes, that is really big.”

She blinked, gazing down to where the desert dog’s cock was already sticking out of its sheathe; a tiny red member jutting forth from a bed of sandy white fur. It was only about an inch long, but for creatures of their size it was as tempting as it was intimidating. Bright red, with a clear glisten of natural lubrication, it stood as an attention-grabbing flag for the fairy’s eyes. The desert dog gave another squeak, and moved a hand to point down, gesturing to its erect member.

“Yes, I realize it isn’t going to suck itself, but-” Cinnastix whimpered in response, and fidgeted from side to side. After a brief moment of thought she gave it a nod, and her wings slowed in their flapping to draw her down to the sand below. “Just be quick, all right? Beebee and Tess-a-doodle are waiting for me to save them!”

Cinnastix lowered herself down, and her knees sunk into the grains of sand. She wasted no time as her tiny hands reached out, and she grabbed ahold of the desert dog’s length near the very base of his shaft. Delicate fingers closed around the bright red member, and her eyes went wide as she felt it throb against her grip. She had no idea that the cute little critters were so well endowed!

Fucking squirrels and chipmunks was for chumps, what was she thinking all those years?!

“Holy bigcocks.” She whispered in reverence, and took a moment to assess the situation. The desert dog’s shadow was cast across her, and looking up along his furry frame made the little fairy tremble in excitement. This sort of thing was pretty natural back in the Enchanted Forest, but since joining the Battlebitch she hadn’t really had a chance to enjoy herself in such a fashion. Sure, it was great riding on Beebee’s cock while she fucked sluts, and the warrior always made sure to spend plenty of alone time with her to avoid Cinnastix feeling like nothing more than a toy, but...the idea of something she could feel inside of her, having a lover her own size for a change, it was an exciting prospect.

For the moment, she forgot about Tess and Battlebitch. They’d be okay. Probably. 

The fairy’s blonde head dropped forward, and she opened her mouth to take the desert dog’s bright red cockhead to her lips. A few eager kisses smeared across the edge of it, and the critter gave a squeaky whimper as its pleasure began. The feel of a heated length against her lips again only made Cinnastix more eager, and it didn’t take long before her mouth was open, her tongue desperately licking around the creature’s excited length. Under the beating sun the two joined in a mix of squeaks and spit, with the desert dog standing strong while his new friend worked so diligently against his length. It had a different taste than the others she was used to; most likely from its diet. The tree-dwelling critters back home had cocks that tasted sweet from all of the berries and fruit, while her new friend had a length that was almost spicy to the taste. Probably all the scorpions it ate.

Her mouth popped off of the desert dog’s cock for a second, a line of spit connecting her lips to the tip of its throbbing length. She marvelled at that fact for a moment; she was blowing someone that ate scorpions and snakes.

Sounded pretty badass when she laid it out like that. She couldn’t wait to tell Beebee!

Her head dropped down and Cinnastix resumed her sucking, her eyes closing as she started to take the desert dog’s cockhead fully into her mouth. Slipping her head down in quick strokes, she soon let one of her hands meet against her lips so she could drag them down in unison against the tasty member she was being offered. Once, she even tried to deepthroat him, but she could barely get her nose to touch the fur of his belly before she pulled off, coughing and giggling as she did so.

“Whew, it’s been a while!” Cinnastix squeaked, her hands joining to begin stroking off the desert dog’s spit-covered length. “I used to be able to get a whole baby carrot in my mouth, but I’m out of practice!” She giggled excitedly and returned to her word, smearing her lips up and down the desert dog’s impressive one-inch length, licking and kissing and thinking nothing of smearing it across her throat, chest, or arms. The fairy delighted in the moment, almost as much as the squeaking desert dog, whose voice had fallen into eager whimpers and squeaks that were coming with an ever-increasing excitement.

“Uh-oh, no, not yet!” The fairy moved a hand up, closing her palm atop of the desert dog’s cockhead, as if it would stop him from creaming. She looked up at him and shook her head from side to side, eagerness in her eyes as she pleaded. “Stick it inside, yes! I haven’t had something that little but still big in a long time!”

Cinnastix quickly let go of the desert dog’s member, and the critter was left to whimper as it watched her float an inch into the air. She twirled in place for a second and lowered herself down to the sand once more, this time resting on her hands and knees, presenting herself to him in a submissive and desperate fashion. She glanced back at her new friend, a few locks of blonde hair falling before her hungry, wanting eyes.

“C’mon, little guy!” She giggled, and wiggled her hips from side to side. “We’re on a tight schedule! And speaking of tight…!” She moved a hand underneath her sex and palmed her pussy, pressing against it before slowly spreading her lips, offering her wet, ready sex to the creature. It was there and ready, presented to the desert dog in glorious, eager fashion.

Cinnastix’ voice broke into a gasp as she felt the cold nose of the desert dog press against her from behind, taking a few sniffs of her sex. The cold, wet thing drug across her parted lips, smearing her nectar on the critter’s snout as it started to explore. As the seconds passed it started to grow more bold, and before long it crept forward to lay its furred, white belly against Cinnastix’ back. The fairy gave a content sigh as her eyes closed, and as the warm, red cockhead pushed against her lips she prepared herself for a much needed romp with someone just the right size.

The desert dog’s cock slid inside of the fairy with ease, and she rolled her head back and gave a long, low whimper of delight. As its furry chest crashed down against her back she let her wings fold down, and she braced her knees and elbows to keep her up amidst the sand. Their combined weight pushed her into the grain somewhat; and it didn’t take long before her forearms disappeared into the heated sands and she could nearly feel her belly touching the ground. The weight of her new lover came down on her, just as she felt the whole inch of the desert dog’s cock slowly fill her walls. A noise of contentment came from the fairy as she joined with the critter, and she turned her head to nuzzle what she could of the side of his furry, warm arm.

“Mmm, it’s so happy inside me!” She chirped gingerly, and her walls tightened in a steady, slow grip around the animal’s length. The bright red member was filling her quite well, pushing down to the hilt and resting there while she grew accustomed to it. When the desert dog began to shift back she gave a sudden gasp, every bit of it dragging against her walls and sending her tiny body into waves of delight and joy. “And I think...I think my fantastical fuckhole fancies it!”

The desert dog’s dim understanding of what the fairy said aside, it seemed to be quite content to let instinct carry its motions from there. Its member was sheathed inside a nice, warm, tight little burrow, and all it had to do was drive its hips back and forth to draw all the joy it could from the situation. The desert dog squeaked as it started to thrust; its tiny legs forcing its hips forward to crash against the fairy’s tiny rump. After a few strokes it became a tight yet smooth entry, and the two found a happy speed which led to Cinnastix accommodating the feral creature’s eager nature.

Critters were never about foreplay, but at the moment Cinnastix didn’t care. Beebee and Tess were in danger, and she needed to rescue them! Her hole was hot and lonely, and it needed fucked! There was practically no downside to the situation.

Cinnastix’ blonde hair swung from side to side as the fairy’s entire body was pushed with the cock inside of her, her tiny voice falling into happy moans and noises while she was claimed. It had been far too long since a length just her size had been presented to her, and the feeling was divine. The smooth sail of it in and out of her body, the sensation of a nice, meaty cockhead crashing against her walls...there was just too much about it to love. Even the desert dog’s texture was delightful, and Cinnastix enjoyed feeling the contours of the creature’s cock was much as she did its width and length.

Tess’s lockpicks didn’t have those nice, ridgey bumps! Also, she didn’t have to worry about Tess catching her fucking her lockpicks!

The desert dog’s hands braced against Cinnastix’ shoulders, and its pace quickened as its moment arrived. At that point the fairy’s mind was already in a haze, and her eyes rolled back as she let herself go in the moment. Squeaks were made, orgasms were had, and the sand underneath them became quite sticky and wet. The feel of a critter’s cock surging inside of her was a familiar yet nostalgic thing for Cinnastix; like the taste of morning dew in the Enchanted Forest, or how cozy it was to sleep on a bed of dozens of other, equally whorish fairies.

By the time the desert dog pulled out Cinnastix’ sex was twitching; a few spurts of white cream shooting out of her little hole and splashing to the sand below. She shivered in bliss, and wanted nothing more than to lay down and take a nice post-horny nap, but there was a job to do! 

“Alright, pal!” The fairy suddenly turned hostile; flipping up into the air and grabbing the desert dog by the scuff of its chest. Her hands tightened around the soft white fur, and she brandished one of her tiny fists near the creature’s snout. “Now speak up! Tell me where I can find the Sandfisher people, or I’m gonna punch you right in the puss-sniffer!”

The desert dog squeaked in surprise, and then squeaked again in affirmation. And then a long line of squeaks, presumably in the form of directions.

Darkness. Darkness and heat. That was all the Battlebitch had known in the final moments before her brain stopped. She was going to tell Tess something; something important, and then...every muscle shut down, her eyelids closed, and she could no longer go on. She could hear Tess calling her, begging to know what she was about to say, but as a prisoner in the growing shadow she couldn’t even form a word to respond. And then it all faded away, with the final wisdom entering her mind that she was going to die in the desert.

And then, tits!

So many of them! Swaying through the air, suspended by angel’s wings! Crawling on the ground on tiny cat feet! Some of them connected to women, but most of them beautiful, bouncing orbs of disembodied delight, surrounding the Battlebitch and lifting her up. A wave of tits rose underneath her, and the powerful warrior dove into the water of breast lake, swimming through an endless sea of soft, round bosoms as she laughed and cheered and felt no pain or sorrow. She even fucked some of them, by grabbing two random floating breasts and wedging them to either side of her cock, pounding away until completion and a squirt into the rolling sea of tit.

“The fuck do I care?” She mused to herself; tossing aside the bouncing orbs before diving into the sea again. “Obviously I’m dead and went the amazing warrior goddess afterlife! I can do what I want! I’m the only fantastic bitch in all history to earn the right to make it here!” She laughed as she popped out of the ocean, raising her hands up to the glowing full breast moon in the sky.

“Come to me, moon!” She demanded with glee. “I’m the goddess of this domain, and all these millions of tits are my reward! And thus I commanded; press unto me until I totally get off on it!”

Tess blinked, looking down at the face of the sleeping Battlebitch. The Sandfishers had arrived just in time, brought by a tired fairy and the promise of compensation when they got back to their village. A bit of water and the cool breeze of the Sandfisher’s desert rafts did wonders for the Felpin, and she was contently seated on the back of the raft with her friend nearby. The Battlebitch hadn’t yet woken up, but a quick check confirmed for Tess that she would, given a little bit of time.

“Heheheeeee…” The Battlebitch giggled in her sleep, her face turning to a delightful smirk. “I got...seventeen tits…and one big holy dong…”

Cinnastix, perched on Tess’ shoulder, turned to face the Felpin with a brow curiously arched.

“What’s she talking about, Tess-a-doodle?” She chirped, and the Felpin’s shoulders immediately bristled in irritation. If the fairy hadn’t saved both of their lives, she wouldn’t flicked her off her shoulder. With a rock.

“Who the hell knows? She’ll be fine though. Maybe just a little dumber.” She grumbled in response, and dipped a nearby rag into a bowl of water the Sandfishers had provided. The large raft was big enough for them to be mostly to themselves; the two local fishers were up at the front steering their wind-driven vessel back home. Tess sighed as the thing bounced over another dune, kicking up sand and speeding them along. “Listen. Cinnastix. You did...well.”

It was high praise coming from Tess, and the fairy’s cheeks instantly turned red. She bounced over to Tess’ face and hugged her cheek through her wrappings; her wings fluttering happily as she cuddled into the doctor’s face.

“Thank you, Tess-a-doodle, thank you!” She chirped in joy and happiness, and even started to rub up against the Felpin’s cheek. A little too intimately, as was her way. And then, she chimed up again, merrily asking a polite, not-intimate-at-all question. “Does this mean you’ll finally play the ‘put me up your juicehole’ game with me?!”

The fairy squeaked as Tess flicked her off her face.